#swear I could feel cold refreshing air on my face lmao

[shadowingfas]

FINALLY GOT FREE!!!!

was stuck in that corner for 2 and a half minutes. It was SO suffocating.

[dameronology]

somewhere only we know {obi-wan x reader}

summary: after a rough patch in your relationship, obi-wan takes you back to the place where it all began (based on somewhere only we know by keane) 

warnings: swearing, angst 

it’s 6.30am and i’m writing this so pls don’t expect the proof reading to be that good lmao i’m so sorry but i hope you enjoy❤️

- jazz

Things weren’t the same as they used to be. 

Relationships changed. Times changed. People changed. You knew that. It felt a little stupid to let yourself think that your relationship with Obi-Wan Kenobi was always going to be a constant. Even when he had promised himself to you and sworn that he’d never leave your side, you’d had your doubts. But, despite those qualms, he was your escape during hard times. You hadn’t truly known love until you’d known Obi-Wan. He never failed to make you feel safe and he could always bring a smile to your face. The solace you sought in each other had bonded you for life. The Council would have had a field day if they’d found out but it never mattered - not in the moment, at least. 

Things got harder. Your jobs were hard enough before the Clone Wars, let alone during. You were both all over the place - Corellia; Tatooine; Bespin; literally anywhere that Obi-Wan wasn’t, it seemed. Your long weekends together turned into stolen kisses behind pillars and rushed moments in dark corners. Catching a break was wishful thinking but catching one together was laughable. What had once been your forever felt like it was running on borrowed time. 

You reached your breaking point on a cold Thursday afternoon. There was a grey cloud hanging over Coruscant; the air was filled with a mix of fog and petrichor, marking the end of summer and the beginning of another long autumn. That meant colder, darker nights fighting Separatists and muddier, messier battles. You used to enjoy fall time as a kid. What a sad fucking thought. 

You hadn’t expected to see Obi-Wan. He was supposed to be on a distant planet, investigating a threat to the Republic. That’s why you almost uppercut his left jaw when you felt someone grab you. The feeling of his hands on your waist should have been familiar but who you were kidding? It had been ages. You’d forgotten what he felt like. He was practically a stranger. Maybe that’s why your first instinct was to cry. The man you loved had become a foreigner to you and seeing him would force you to admit that. 

'It’s me!’ Obi-Wan grabbed your hand when it was mere millimetres from his face, holding you by both the wrists. ‘Calm down!’

‘Fucking hell - you scared me.’ You fell back against the wall, taking a deep breath. 

‘It’s lovely to see you too, darling.’ His tone was teasing, but you could see the tiredness in his eyes. ‘Come here.’

In one swift motion, you fly-tipped any worries you and fell forward, allowing yourself to fall into his chest with a hearty thud. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms tightly around you, pinning you to his body as he rested his head on top of yours. It took all the self-control you had not to burst into tears there and then. The sudden warmth and familiarity was something you hadn’t realised you’d been craving. It was like coming home after months away. 

‘I thought you were on Dantooine.’ You glanced up at him, arms still firmly on his waist. 

‘The mission ended early.’ He replied. ‘Alternatively, I ended it early because I heard you had the weekend off and I haven’t seen you in weeks.’

You both tried to communicate where you could - but, with the presence of the Council and the stress of your jobs, it could become hard. The fact you spoke to the man you loved as often as you spoke to your distant colleagues was fucking heartbreaking but it was also a fact of life. It was one you’d been accepting for a long time. When long become too long, you didn’t know. You might have reached your threshold already and simply lacked the ability to admit. 

‘That’s so sweet of you.’ You forced a smile, softly brushing your lips against his.

‘What is it?’ Obi-Wan frowned.

‘What?’

‘Something’s off.’

Fucking Force connection. Not only was he closely connected to you, but Obi-Wan was one of the best Jedi out there. If you were feeling something, chances are that he knew about it. Stubbed your toe? He felt it. Tripped over nothing again? He felt that too. Crying over how cute a little droid was? Ditto. You couldn’t hide anything from him. It really took the element of surprise out of your relationship.

‘I’m fine.’ You insisted. ‘Better now that you’re here-’

‘- please don’t lie to me.’ Obi-Wan’s grip on your waist tightened. ‘Something’s bothering you.’

‘I...’ you trailed off, eyes falling to the floor. ‘Can we talk somewhere private? I feel a little exposed behind this pillar.’

‘Of course.’ He faltered slightly - why did you want to talk in private? Surely, that wasn’t a good sign.

You both waited a moment before breaking off and heading to your quarters. As to avoid suspicion, Obi-Wan took a different route to you. It was something you did out of habit, really. After years of sneaking around, you’d both learnt to start taking precautions. Once you were both there, you unlocked the door and headed inside.

‘Is it bad?’ Obi-Wan asked. ‘Has something happened? I know I’ve been away for a while but I try to keep up with-’

‘- nothing’s happened.’ You turned away from the door as you shut it behind you, coming to face him. ‘Not physically, anyway.’

‘Talk to me.’ He put his hands on your shoulders, gently trailing them down your arms and to your hands. 

‘Things have been hard, lately.’ You admitted. ‘I...I keep thinking about how things used to be - like when we could wake up next to each other and spend actual days together. Now, it’s like you’re here and I’m there and we’re never in the same place anymore.’

Obi-Wan pondered for a moment. ‘We’re in the same place now.’

‘Look at the bigger picture, Obi.’ You murmured. ‘I haven’t seen you for weeks. I know our relationship has never been conventional but we’re really taking the piss here.’ 

‘What are you saying?’ He didn’t even try to hide the worry in his voice. Cloaking his emotions was never something he’d had to do with you - not then and especially not now. ‘Do you want to break up?’

‘No!’ You quickly replied. ‘I just...I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and I don’t know what to do about it.’

Obi-Wan paused for a moment, pondering to himself. He missed you more than anything; every time he got to saw you, he took a moment to look at you. He let himself stare, to ensure that your smile was engrained in his head and that your laugh was fresh in his mind. Those memories of you were what kept him going when things got rough. The idea of you was what brought him back to you. 

It was your earlier memories that he held closest to your heart. Before the war - before shit had been thrown into the intergalactic ceiling fan - you’d often explore different planets together. On your weekends off, you’d choose whatever place in the Outer Rim that your heart desired and you’d just go. You could escape the watchful eyes of everyone at the Temple and just be together. If it hadn’t been for those days, you probably wouldn’t have made it this far now. 

‘I miss you too.’ Obi-Wan finally broke the silence between you. ‘What if we went somewhere tonight?’

‘Like...for dinner?’

‘No.’ He shook his head, pondering for a minute. ‘Somewhere off of Coruscant - not too far, but far away enough to get out of our heads for a little while.’

‘I would love to.’ You smiled. ‘I’m not sure I know anywhere though - at least not somewhere that isn’t plagued by the war.’

Obi-Wan returned your smile. ‘I know a place.’

--

Yavin.

You could have recognised the place anywhere, even if you hadn’t been there in years. The little village that you used to frequent was almost identical to how you’d left it almost seven years ago - a little more gentrified, perhaps, but the fact it was even still standing was amazing. It was an acclimation of white huts and mud trails, winding in and out of different streets. The sky was tinged pink with the impending evening, blending in beautifully with the remaining blue of the day. The air was clear and crisp, a refreshing change from the stuffy air of the capital city.

‘It hasn’t changed at all.’ You murmured to yourself, glancing up at the sky as you stepped off the jet. 

You turned around to face Obi-Wan, letting him wrap an around your waist and pull him into your side as you walked. Not much had been said on the jet: things were a little tense, but that was to be expected when the words break and up had been thrown into the conversation just an hour earlier. Perhaps the idea of coming to such a special place had come from a moment of panic, but Obi-Wan realised now it was the right choice. You were no longer tense, no longer acting like you were walking on eggshells and he wanted nothing more than for you to be able to relax with him. That was his main concern. 

‘Do you remember what happened last time we were here?’ Obi-Wan asked.

He intertwined your fingers with his and lead you away from the small village, towards a dirt path. It veered up a hill, twisting and turning around tangles of trees and a few seating areas. Your body automatically moved, as if it knew exactly where it was going. 

‘Hmmm.’ You thought for a moment. ‘I’m pretty sure this place is logged under the relationship milestones sector in my brain but my filing system is a little fried.’

‘This, my dear,’ he continued, dragging you to a grassy verge at the top of the hill, ‘is where I told you I loved you for the first time.’ 

Of course. It was not long after you’d passed the knight trials. You’d had a stressful first few weeks on the job and Obi-Wan had packed you onto a jet and insisted that he knew a place. After a short ride and a little walk, he’d taken you here. You couldn’t remember the exact speech he’d given you - something about your eyes, the stars and leaving the Order - and then he’d dropped the L-bomb. Come to think of it, that might have been the last time you truly felt at peace. 

‘I remember.’ You smiled, dropping down onto the grass next to him. ‘I’m surprised you remember the exact place.’

‘And I’m insulted that you don’t.’ Obi-Wan flung an arm over your shoulders, allowing you to rest against his side. You dropped your head onto his shoulder, savouring in his touch for the moment. ‘It’s a flashpoint moment in my mind.’

‘Mine too.’ You quietly murmured, observing the tangle of trees and greenery around you. 

‘I thought I’d been in love before, you know.’ He continued. ‘Then I met you and I realised that I didn’t have a clue. I still don’t, really.’

You laughed slightly. ‘Me neither. I wish there was a manual on this thing because I don’t know what to do sometimes.’

Obi-Wan briefly released his grip on you, shuffling around to face you. He guided you with him so that you sat opposite one another in the grass, his hands clasping yours. For once, his expression was unreadable. He looked...worried, maybe? A little concerned, at the very least. 

‘Neither do I.’ He said. ‘I promised that night that I would always love you and that I’d never let you go. I still mean that, now more than ever. I know things are tough at the moment, probably tougher than they’ve ever been, but I am holding onto you. Onto this.’

That’s when the tears finally sprang. You knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t read minds - but if anyone could, it would be him - but he’d managed to say exactly what you needed to hear. He always said things as they were, never sugarcoating anything or taking shortcuts to soften the blow. If he said that you could pull through, he meant it. And you believed him. 

‘Everything in the universe is so complicated.’ Obi continued. ‘But I never feel that when I’m with you. It’s you and it’s me and nothing else matters.’

‘I love you.’ You tearfully smiled. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too.’ He pulled you towards him. 

The kiss was passionate; deep and fiery. A testament to everything he’d just told you. Obi-Wan had always had a way with words but he’d never laid himself that bare before. It was terrifying for both of you because it meant committing to your love - seeing it through to whatever grisly end this war had. It also meant relying on strength that you weren’t sure either of you had.

It was worth the gamble though. That had always been the case with Obi - your love for him was never in doubt. Whether it was breaking the Jedi code or promising to commit to each other no matter what, you never questioned if he was worth it. You just knew - and that was enough. 

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[hanniiesuckle17]

You Make Me Nervous

A/n: soooo I couldn’t think of a way to do this WELL without is being a school au so here you go my lovelies! BTW Requests open (for multiple groups)

Requested by the wonderful @sweetie-yoongi7   sorry it took so long lol! I had school and then I got a concussion lmao. but hope you like it!

MEMBER: Hyunjin ft. Stray Kids

Warnings: Swearing, bullying

Summary: Hyunjin used to be one of your closest friends. He even lived down the street from you. During middle school, things all started to go wrong when you discovered feelings for him and soon after he became cold and distant. The two of you drifted apart but recently in your junior year of high school he seems to have taken the wrong kind of interest in you. Days of pinkie promises and walking home from school have been traded for menacing words in the halls and harassment after hours. Was this really the boy you had fallen for? Or was he gone forever?

Genre: High angst, school au, bully au, bad boy au, (also I hate writing a pitiful reader because hell no be a strong woman, but seriously if something is going on feel free to message me. I am always here to talk.)

Times of Popsicles on my front porch and jump ropes were long gone. My junior year of high school and for lack of a better word, my life had gone to shit. Yeah, I had a couple of friends, but they weren’t really people I’d consider hanging out with at lunch or outside of school. I had a boyfriend  at the beginning of the year, but that didn’t last long either. The douche bag cheated on me with some girl in his bio class. So, I didn’t really talk to Jun anymore.

However, what really made my life suck was not the friends or the boyfriend. It was Hwang Hyunjin and his group of asshats. Hwang Hyunjin was one of the most popular boys in school, not to mention one of the most good looking. He was our class president and maybe not the smartest in the class, but he still had all the teachers wrapped around his finger. He was also one of the biggest bullies in our school and I was his lucky target.

This morning went like any other. My uniform skirt was itchy like always when I sat in classroom 2-06. I sat somewhat near the back so no one would bother me, but Hyunjin and his lackeys always sat near me so they could mess with me the rest of the day. 

With rude notes thrown at me and boys pinching harshly at my legs every time I got up, I was extremely pissed off by the end of the day. Changbin, Hyunjin’s friend, tripping me as I exited the classroom was the last straw. “What’s your problem?” I screamed at the sharp chinned boy.

He laughed, eyes wide at my response. The halls were long empty by now and teachers had left for the day. “Oh, Hyunjin! She seems a little feisty today. I heard you like them that way.” He nudged the tall boy towards me causing the younger to smirk. With a harsh move of his hand, Hyunjin shoved me against the wall.

“Now, I don’t quite remember telling you, that you could leave. Do you?” He kept his voice low, but loud enough for Changbin and the other two boys, Han and Felix, to hear. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as a devilish smirk played on his lips. I kept my chin up and stared defiantly back at him with my shoulders back. 

“Get out of my way asshole, before I tell your little friends you used to sleep with a Barney doll. Oops. Sorry.” A smile threatened to cross my face, but the look Hyunjin gave me stopped it. With one turn of his head his friends’ laughter silenced. Turning back to me, his hand went to my cheek. 

“Oh, Y/n.” He pushed it aside rather harshly and shoved me to the floor. “No wonder you fucked it up with Jun. There’s nothing here any normal guy would want.” He started to walk away, but turned back to me. “Stuff her in the locker room. School will be locked until Monday.” Changbin and Felix grabbed my arms and tried to pull me down the hall while I struggled and screamed against their grip. 

“You mother fucking dickheads! Let me go pea-brains! Hwang Hyunjin! You bastard!” I could swear I saw him glance back before walking down the hall with Han. It didn’t matter. Felix and Changbin dragged me into the boys locker room and shoved me into one of the lockers. “See you on Monday." Felix’s rough voice said as he slammed the door shut, bolting me inside with no way to get out.

I screamed for hours on end, hoping someone would hear me. Soon I gave up and sat in the bottom of the cramped locker. My cheek pressed against the cold metal and I tried not to cry. He really wasn't the boy I remembered was he? I think it was time I gave up on the fantasy that Hyunjin will return to the boy I fell in love with when I was little.

All of sudden the door opened causing moonlight to stream into the cramped space. Before me stood a boy with a worried look on his face and his hair a mess. "Y/n?" He held out his hand and helped me out of the cramped space. "Are you okay?" I nodded and tried to brush myself off. The dim moonlight cast a small glow over the boy's face, letting me see my rescuer. "Jeongin, how did you know I was here?" He looked at the ground for a fleeting second before meeting my eyes again and walking out of the locker room.

"I was studying late in the library and on my way out I heard you yelling." The cool night air was refreshing as we walked outside. "You have no idea how grateful I am." He smiled at looked at me. There was a little bit of a pause before he spoke again. "Y/n, you don't have many friends, do you?" I started to shift uncomfortably under his stare, but something about Jeongin made me feel safe. Like I could say anything.

"No, not really." Trying to cover the sad statement with a laugh I fiddled with the strap of my bag. Normally I didn't mind being alone. But as of late, I seemed to be sad all the time and then there was the Hyunjin fiasco. Jeongin was in my class as well. He sat near the front and was one of the brighter students of our classroom. I had heard before that he also used to have history with Hyunjin. The two of us had never spoken, but suddenly had a connection that made us inseparable.

After that night, everywhere I looked Jeongin was there. He moved to sit beside me in class and we ran home together trying to escape the fury of Han and his marshmallow shooter. The boy quickly became my closest friend.

A couple months later, Jeongin and I walked out to the courtyard for our class' free period. It was a sunny day and the two of us wandered over to our usual spot under this big green tree. We usually just sat and talked. Sometimes we did homework if neither of us were distracted. However, today Jeongin stopped me before I sat against the roots.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?" His usual bright smile was replaced with a look of worry and he fidgeted with the hem of his uniform. I didn't understand why he couldn't out right ask. He usually was very straight forward and often had little to no filter.

"You can always ask me anything!" A little smile flashed at the corner of his lips, making me realize how cute he was with that nervous grin, braces proudly showing. "Umm...well. I'm not the most good looking, and I know that I'm not what you had expected. But that doesn't change the fact that I think you're the most wonderful girl I've ever met."

His words shocked me. Surprisingly they left a feeling in my stomach that could only be described as the drop of a roller coaster. His eyes were kept firmly on his shoes. After a pause Jeongin looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Let's date, Y/n."

He took a step closer and before I could even register that it had happened his lips left my cheek. My fingers brushed the skin that still had a tingling sensation. The bell rang signaling free period's end. I turned back to look at Jeongin.

"You don't have to answer right away. I'll meet you back here to walk home!" He walked back into the building while I stood there a moment trying to process what happened.

The rest of the day I couldn't help at glance at Jeongin next to me. I didn't even notice Hyunjin in the seat in front of me. Even when he spilled his soda on textbook, causing Han and Felix to laugh.

How did I really feel about Jeongin? I did like him. That was for sure. But, did I like him enough to date him? Or enough to forget my fantasy of the boy I remembered coming back to me. The thoughts whirled in my mind for hours.

It wasn't until I noticed I was alone in the classroom that I realized the school day had ended. Rushing outside, I raced to the tree and hoped that I hadn't made Jeongin wait too long. But, when I got there, he was no where to be found. I shrugged and sat against the roots thinking he must have stayed and talked to a teacher for something.

An hour passed and I began to think something was wrong. Getting up, I left my back pack by the tree and walked back towards the school. I heard voices near the back of the building, so I ventured there. As I turned the corner I saw Jeongin pinned against the wall by Hyunjin.

"You kissed her! What did I say? What did I tell you to do?" Hyunjin screamed. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw him glance back at Changbin and Felix. It must have been in my head, but it looked like he was searching for approval from them.

Quickly it disappeared and his glare returned. "I'm sorry..." Jeongin whimpered. Somehow I realized what was going to happen before any sign was given. It took every muscle and fiber of my being as I sprinted forward. The only thing I felt was a strike to my jaw before I fell to the ground.

Looking up from the ground, I saw the shocked faces of Jeongin and Hyunjin. The entire left side of my face felt like a train had run over it. I touched my lip and pulled away to find blood. Hyunjin looked from me to his hand, which to my surprise was trembling.

"Jeongin, are you okay?" I asked, still on the ground. He slowly nodded and looked from me to the boys around us. All of a sudden we heard the voices of the security guards coming closer. Jeongin raced off in one direction, while Changbin and Felix took off in another. Hyunjin just stood there. Almost in a trance. I stood quickly and turned to run, but was stopped by the voices of the guards being dangerously close.

I felt someone pull on my wrist and I was, though quickly, gently placed against the wall. Stunned, I looked up to see Hyunjin looking around the corner, his body pressed close to mine. His hand reached carefully up to my cheek, covering up the red mark and cut on my lip. The first glimpse of the two guards he closed his eyes tight and rested his forehead against mine.

I stood frozen. I didn't fully understand what was going on. What I didn't know was that Hyunjin's heart was beating just as fast as mine.

"Yah! You two kids! Don't mess around on school property! Take your girlfriend home!" The loud voice of the guard said from a short distance away. I began to turn my head in response, but Hyunjin kept me in place as he looked up instead. He tenderly brought my head into his chest, so they couldn't see my face. I heard him respond before he reached down for my hand and pulled me away in the opposite direction.

Many thoughts ran through my mind. All I could do was stare in front of me at Hyunjin, who still gripped tightly onto my hand. I followed where led, but it soon became clear he didn't have a set location.

"Hyunjin!" He turned and stopped at my voice. Immediately I felt bad for yelling at him. His cheeks were stained with tears that he was obviously trying to keep in. He quickly let go of my hand, realizing he was still holding it.

The two of us stood there next to the brick wall that separated the school from the neighborhood. Hyunjin quickly wiped away the tears and took a breath before composing himself. However, his cool exterior didn't return. The Hyunjin in front of me had his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoes now seemed very interesting to him. The sight reminded me of when we were little and he accidentally lost my ball over a fence.

"Yah, Hyunjin. Don't worry about. I won't tell anyone about this. I know you hate me." For some reason it hurt me to see him like this, even though I didn't understand. "I don't hate you." He said softly still looking at the ground. He didn't hate me? The boy who constantly tortured me? The one who took my underwear after gym class and strung it on the flag pole? The one who deleted my competition essay fifteen minutes before the deadline?

"You make me nervous." Hyunjin confessed. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but I was stunned into silence. It was this moment that he gained enough courage to look me in the eye. As soon as he did, he lost it and looked everywhere but my eyes.

"After middle school I just didn't know how to act around you. I was anxious to see you all the time. But, slowly we started to drift apart and we both found new friends. I kind of got sucked into the wrong crowd. I'm not proud of it, but I really wanted Changbin, and Han, and Felix to like me. I figured that any attention from you would make me happy. It just spiraled out of control. I hated every minute of it."

Genuine hurt and shame showed on his face, and tears threatened to fall from his dark eyes. “Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I knew you wouldn’t notice me if I didn’t make you. Especially with grades and friends like mine. I liked you too much to just let you slip away. I never meant to hurt you.” 

When my silence continued, Hyunjin walked to the wall and slid down its surface. Part of me wondered if he had finished speaking, but I stayed quiet. Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair and played with a bracelet on his wrist. “When we were younger it was always you taking care of me. I was always the weaker one. I think that’s why I liked- like-you so much. You were always so strong. I wanted you to see I wasn’t that little boy anymore. That I was strong enough to take care of you. Not that you need to be taken care of, but because I want- I have this desire to be next to you and take care of you.”

After a moment I moved and sat next to him against the wall. “Three things.” I said looking forward. “One; what makes you think that I care about your grades? Two; I don’t think you remember how strong you actually were when we were little. I was always the emotional one. I used to climb up to your bedroom window when I was crying from a bad dream. I did that because I knew you would take care of me.” 

A soft wind started to blow through the trees. The breeze lifted leaves across the street. “You said three things. That was two.” “I thought you weren’t smart?” “Okay, I can count.” He turned showing me that smile of his that made me forget the past couple of years. “Three is.....I think you should kiss me to make up for being a complete asshat.” 

“I wasn’t a complete asshat-” “You were the Royal Bitch Master General.” His laughter floated on the wind like notes of the perfect melody. “I thought you liked Jeongin?” For the first time Hyunjin looked over at me. A sigh of relief left him as I shook my head no. “Y/n, I like you.” He turned causing a strand of his hair to fall in front of his eyes. “You better kiss me right now before I remember your little Barney doll.” “Oh my god! Shut up!” He said with a smile as he pulled me closer. 

I walked into class a little later than usual the next day. Finding Hyunjin’s stare, I walked to my seat behind him. However, before I got there I tripped over Han’s foot which was conveniently out in the aisle. I felt a grip on my arm steadying my balance. Hyunjin kept his stare forward, but he allowed his hand to linger on my arm for a second to long. When his touch left, I turned towards his laughing friend.

 “Yah! Han Jisung! Acting like a prick won’t make yours any bigger than the microscopic length it already is.” The entire classroom reacted as I smirked and went to my seat. The class went quiet as the teacher came in the room. I could tell Mr.Jung was pissed off as soon as he walked through the door. I just prayed I wasn’t the student he preyed on today.

“Everyone, quiet. Today we will be reviewing last week’s lesson on hyperbolas, parabolas, ellipses,etc, etc, etc.” Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, his left hand hanging off the back of the chair balled in a fist. He let out a shaky sigh. Math was never his strong suit. 

“Mr. Hwang.” Hyunjin tensed in his seat. Mr. Jung’s target had been acquired. “Can you please explain to the class how you would get the rectangular form of a parametric equation.” The entire class looked back at Hyunjin expectant for an answer. “Well-I...uh for--um...” I saw his knuckles turn white. “Mr. Hwang, it’s quite simple. Cut the ‘uh’s and the ‘um’s.” Hyunjin ran a shaky hand through his hair while the other curled tighter and tighter to the point where I was afraid he would make himself bleed. “I’m sorry- I don’t kn-” “You don’t know!” Hyunjin flinched as Mr. Jung continued to yell at him.

Instinctively I leaned over my desk and reached for his hand over. The tension in his fist eased as he felt the touch of my skin. Slowly he opened his hand and his fingers entangled themselves with mine. He let out a slow breath and I saw the tension leave his shoulders. My thumb brushed across his skin. Every time Mr. Jung yelled at Hyunjin I just hoped I could keep him calm.

Eventually we got through the end of class, and then the end of the school day. When the bell rang Hyunjin’s hand was still holding onto mine between our desks. “You coming, dude?” Changbin asked as he headed out the door. Actually-uh-I think I’m going to ‘borrow’ some notes from the nerd-OW!” He exclaimed as I squeezed his hand really hard. “You okay?” He shook his head before responding. “Uh-yeah. My hand just still hurts from yesterday. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The two of us watched as Changbin exited leaving us alone in the classroom. “That hurt, you know.” I smiled as he turned around and brought our intertwined hands up onto my desk. “Good. Don’t call your tutor a nerd.” I said moving to go sit on top of his desk. “My tutor?” He said leaning back in his seat and looking up at me.”Well....you suck at for lack of a better word..school. Therefore, I will tutor you after school.” 

He smiled and his hand found mine again. “Dream come true. I get my girlfriend to myself and I get to pass pre-calculus.” Pulling on the fabric of his shirt, I brought his lips to mine. “What if did less studying and more other stuff?” A little smirk played on my lips when surprise came over his features. “You know I’m tired of the school girl aesthetic.” “Yeah?” He played with the edge of my skirt before looking me in the eyes again. “You what would be really sexy?”

“What?” “You. In my bed. In sweatpants and hoodie. After I pass math. Or helping me pass math. Either will get me off.” He said trying to keep a straight face. I laughed and kissed him again. “That sounds awesome. Wanna go now?” He nodded and got up, shouldering his bag. “Off to my house!” He said as he followed me to the door. “Off to learn about parametric formulas and graphs!” 

“I change my mind. I’ll do the school girl thing. It’s sexist and demeaning, but I’m all for it now. Let’s just not do graphs.”

Masterlist

[trade-baby-blues]

Grounded

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2210

Warnings: Some swearing, so much fluff 

A/N: Prompt 14 ( Character A can’t travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B) requested by @cuddlememerrick​! I had a good time writing this so hopefully you like it!! I sure didn’t proofread it so sorry if there are mistakes lmao. 

“All flights cancelled.” Your heart leapt to your throat while you refreshed the page, as if in the second it took to reload the blizzard outside would have dissipated and the skies would be clear enough to fly. “All flights cancelled.”

You threw your phone onto the bed before flopping face-first down next to it and letting out a muffled scream. You could practically hear your mother’s voice in your head telling you not to book a last minute flight. The phone buzzed beside you and you groaned, rolling over to look at the caller ID. The Mothership. Even when she was a thousand miles away she could read your mind.

Deciding it was in your best interest, you ignored the call, grabbing your packed back and car keys instead. If you couldn't fly to see your parents, you’d just have to drive, weather be damned. You pulled a beanie down over your ears with grim determination, ready to face your fate.

No sooner had you turned the door handle than the door swung open. Cold air rushed in and it seemed like the more you squinted the more snow appeared outside. “Yeah fuck this,” you muttered to yourself, forcing the door closed. You slid down it in defeat, still covered head-to-toe in winter gear as you rummaged through your pockets for your phone. The screen lit up with another call from your mother. This time you answered.

“Hey Ma.” You could hardly hear her over the roar of your nieces and nephews in the background. “Yeah, about that. There's a blizzard here and-. No, no a BLIZZARD not a lizard. Yes, yeah all the flights are cancelled. I’m not gonna make-” A loud crash on the background cut you off. The phone was dead silent for all of one second before your mother started screaming about her heirloom plates. You figured this would be a good time to hang up and count your blessings. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad spending Christmas alone.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, the power in your house went out, plunging you into darkness. You let your head fall back against the door with a groan. The cold set in almost immediately, and soon, even your layers of winter coats weren't enough to keep you warm.

You stood up carefully, feeling your way around the kitchen, almost tripping over your own suitcases. You barely managed to catch yourself on the kitchen table before muttering a string of curses. “Phone. Flashlight.” You pulled the phone out of your pocket, but the slick screen slipped through your gloved fingers and the phone went skidding across the floor. You took a moment to compose yourself, staring blankly into the distance.

That's when you noticed your neighbor’s light on. You could barely make out his silhouette pacing back and forth in his kitchen. His well-lit, well heated kitchen.

You decided finding your phone could wait and made your way back to the door, careful to avoid your stack of luggage. Adjusting your coat and pulling your scarf tight, you braced yourself against the cold as you raced to lock your door and bolt to your neighbor’s stoop. You knocked frantically, unsure if he could actually hear you over the howling wind. Thankfully, your luck seemed to be changing as he pulled his front door open.

He stared at you with an open mouth, one hand cradling his phone to his ear, the other on the door handle. Several seconds passed before his brain kicked in again and he motioned for you to come inside. You stood awkwardly in his foyer, the snow on your clothes already beginning to melt.

“I know, baby. I know. Daddy’s so sorry he can't be there for Christmas, but I promise it’ll be an extra special New Year’s. I love you, too. Sweet dreams, pumpkin.” Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose after hanging up the phone. You thought for a second you saw tears in his eyes, but maybe it was just some stray snow.

“So…” you began, realizing crashing your neighbor's house might not have been the best idea. Especially when you've had all of two conversations.

“You just ran through a blizzard.” Leonard said with the dead-pan of a man who’d seen more than his share of stupid things.

“Yeah, I mean it was like ten feet.”

“In a damn blizzard. What could be so important?”

You dropped your gaze. Definitely not a great idea. “My heat’s out,” you muttered. “And I saw you still have power so I thought I’d ask if I could hang out here until my power comes back on. If that’s...you know. If that's cool with you.” You bit your bottom lip and begged yourself to calm down, hoping Leonard didn't think you were too much of a spaz.

He sighed, infamous scowl still set on his face. “Probably won't be back on until morning.” Leonard walked towards the kitchen, setting his phone on the table.

“Oh, well...I can just go back then.”

Leonard scoffed. “Don't be an idiot. And take off that damn jacket before you burn up.”

You shifted the jacket off awkwardly, looking around for a hook to put it. Finding none, you added it to what seemed to be a pile of jackets by the front door, stacking what felt like ten full pounds of winter gear on top.

“Do you like hot cocoa,” Leonard called from the kitchen.

“Tch, is my heart beating,” you asked sarcastically, leaning in the doorway.

Leonard set two mugs on the counter as he walked over to you. “Let me check,” he said, taking your hand and pressing two fingers to your wrist. His brow furrowed in faux concern. “Nope. Dead as a doornail. Sorry, sugar.” He let your wrist go with a wink. “So, you want some cocoa?”

You rolled your eyes, wrist still tingling where Leonard touched you. “Yes, please, sir.” Your focus shifted to the kitchen decor, causing you to miss the way Leonard’s hands tightened around the mugs.

He handed you one along with a dazzling smile. “If the cocoa doesn't warm you up, the Irish Cream should.”

You took one sip and moaned, making Leonard damn near choke on his own cocoa. “Ugh, a man after my heart. I didn't know hot chocolate could taste this good.”

“McCoy family recipe.”

“Then I think it's time for me to become a McCoy,” you said before your brain caught up to you. When it finally did, the tips of your ears flushed bright pink.

“Mm,” Leonard started, taking another sip of cocoa. “I think it's normally drinks, dinner, then marriage, right? So how about we get dinner first?”

At that moment, you really must have been a sight: hair ruffled and unkempt from the beanie, cheeks getting redder by the second, jaw hanging open, eyes wide and clearly panicking as you begged your brain to come up with a coherent thought while it banged pots and pans together instead.

Luckily, you didn't have to make a comeback because Leonard’s phone rang again. He looked at it then up to you apologetically. “Gotta take this, sweetheart. Make yourself at home.”

He stepped out of the room, and you took a moment to gather yourself. You’d hardly spoken to the guy and here he was joking about dinner and drinks? It's not like he wasn't attractive. His jawline had definitely haunted more than one of your dreams, and those delicious arms made summer yard work seem less like a chore. That didn't change the fact that you'd been neighbors for two years and you knew jack shit about him.

Maybe now’s the time to find out, you thought, making your way into the living room. It was sparsely decorated. A few throw pillows on the couch and a blanket that looked homemade. The bookshelf, however, was packed full with books that were cluttered together in a way that made you think there must be some order to it, even if you didn’t know what it was.

On the mantle stood several plain black picture frames, each with a picture of Leonard and a young girl. You could remember him mentioning a daughter once, but you’d never seen her. She looked almost nothing like him, save for a mop of brown hair and a similar look of determination in her eyes. You wondered if she looked like her mother, but there weren’t any pictures to compare.

“Sorry about that,” Leonard said, walking back into the living room. You spun around too quickly, trying to act like you weren’t snooping. “Mom was worried about the storm.” He dropped himself onto the couch. “So. You want to watch a movie or are you gonna stand there staring all night?”

“I’m not...I’m not staring,” you laughed. “I’m...contemplating.”

“And what are you contemplating?” Leonard kept his voice level, but he had to fight back a smile.

“Whether or not freezing to death might actually be better than spending the night with you.” You crossed your arms, pretending to be upset as you sat down on the couch next to Leonard.

“I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” Leonard slipped an arm around your shoulder. If you had looked at him, you probably would’ve swooned at the look he was giving you. Sadly, you were staring at a particularly interesting spot on the carpet while you tried to keep your breathing even. “Now, what’s your favorite Christmas movie?”

“Jurassic Park,” you said without hesitation. Leonard barked a laugh before he could catch himself. “What? Got a problem with dinosaurs?”

“No, I’ve just never thought of Jurassic Park as a Christmas movie.”

“It is if you imagine all the dinosaurs are wearing little Christmas hats.” You didn’t miss the side eye Leonard sent you and rolled your eyes. “Okay, so I was really into dinosaurs as a kid and my sister and I would always watch the Jurassic Park series when we staying up on Christmas Eve. It’s sort of a tradition now.”

Leonard chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly while he browsed through Netflix. He pressed play and put his arm around your shoulders again. This time, you took the invitation to curl up closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder. Between the movie in the background and the warmth from Leonard’s body, you didn’t even make it through the title sequence before you were fast asleep.

The first thing you noticed was this was definitely not your bed. You opened one eye, trying to get a grip on your surroundings, but nothing looked familiar. It smelled familiar. It smelled like

“Leonard,” you said, shooting up. You couldn’t remember how you’d gotten into his bedroom yet here you were. By the looks of it, the other side of the bed hadn’t been slept in, and you felt a pang of guilt. Then, the smell of pancakes drifted through the open door and the guilt was replaced with hunger.

You followed the smell into the kitchen to find Leonard hard at work over the stove, churning out  Christmas-tree shaped pancakes. Despite your hunger, you hardly noticed the food, focused instead on something even more delicious: Leonard stood dressed in a pair of plaid lounge pants slung sinfully low, hair ruffled from from sleep. His thermal shirt clung tightly to his arms and, suddenly, you missed the feel of those arms around you.

“Hey,” Leonard said, finally noticing you in the doorway. “Don’t think I have to ask how you slept.” He flashed you a brilliant smile. “Hope you like pancakes.”

“I do, but I should probably get going before the next blizzard strikes.”

“Flights are still cancelled,” Leonard said. “I checked first thing this morning.” You swore under your breath, but Leonard only smiled harder. “That eager to be rid of me?”

“Oh, no. Definitely not. This,” you said, gesturing towards Leonard and the pancakes, “is is something I could get used to.”

“Do you want to?” Leonard dropped his gaze, unsure if he was more scared of rejection or the possibility that you might actually say yes.

“Do I want to what,” you asked.

Leonard put his spatula down, taking a step closer to you. “Get used to this,” he said. “With me.”

You fumbled for words before deciding that maybe they weren’t best right now. Instead, you took two steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. One of Leonard’s arms snaked around your waist while the other went up your back, hand tangling in your hair. Everything about him felt perfect, and you couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across your face as you pulled away.

“You taste like vanilla.”

“It’s the pancakes,” Leonard said, pressing his lips to yours again.

“God I’ve wanted to do that since I walked in last night.”

“Really,” Leonard laughed sheepishly. “I’ve wanted to do that for five months.” You were about to respond, when you smelled something burning. Leonard must have smelled it too, because he wheeled around towards the stove. He scrambled to salvage what he could, muttering under his breath, and you felt your heart swell. Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

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[theshiftingworkshop]

The Smaller Assistant

I’m not dead woooo!! Just. Very bogged down with school work at the moment. So there’s that... but nonetheless, I figured I’d treat y’all to some more Little Assistant, so I hope you enjoy, and apologizes for any errors! I hope I can get back to my art soon lmao

Have you ever had a day where you felt so over-worked that you thought you could just fall over and collapse?

Shop was having one of those days, but her problems were about to get…bigger. She’s a size shifter, and one would think she would take advantage of this fact in her endeavors working for Dark, but she knew better. She knew that if Dark ever found out about her ability, he would use it against her. Somehow. She was cautious that way, only shifting in small increments when she was sure she was alone, which didn’t happen very often under Dark’s watchful eye.

Today was utterly exhausting for Shop, and Dark seemed to enjoy every bit of it, per the norm. On top of normal chores she did, which would include cleaning, dish washing, and other menial tasks of the sort, he also decided to, quite literally, dump other tasks on her, namely washing Wilford’s clothes, which that day seemed to be absolutely drenched in blood. Shop, of course, was fueled by her spite towards Dark and was determined to complete every task to her fullest extent, but all her burst of energy did was work to make her even more tired when she was finally able to call it quits for the night.

In the that time however, Shop had little control over how much her size shifted, adjusting itself in an attempt to make her more feel refreshed when morning finally rolled around.

Dark, of course, woke up first, ready to start his day as he was reminded by the quiet buzz of his phone on the bedside table of a meeting later that morning. He growled at the thought of having to deal with all the other egos for an extended period of time, but straightened himself out as he reminded himself of Shop, whom he used during long meetings as a distraction from the other’s bickering. He sat on the edge of his bed overlooking Shop’s, noticing that he couldn’t see her at all under her blanket. He stood with a grunt, deciding to change before he woke her. He was cold, but he’d like to think he wasn’t THAT bad towards his little friend, although Shop would be quick to disagree on most days.

Dark came back around towards Shop’s bed and knelt down, grabbing her comforter with a solid grip before lifting it up, letting himself be surprised when she wasn’t under the thick blanket, and even more surprised when he felt something move in his grip. He slowly turned his hand over and unfolded the blanket, his brows furrowing in confusion at the sight before him. It was Shop, he was sure of that much, but he didn’t remember her being so…small. At least, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand without much trouble. She still wore her black hoodie and shorts she often fell asleep in, and Dark could tell she was at least half her original height as he slid her still sleeping form out of the blanket, depositing it on her bed as he stood back up.

Shop had been asleep through the ordeal of Dark finding her, only waking up when she felt water hitting her face, to which she quickly realized she was not in her bed and jolted up in a panic to find that Dark had been dripping water onto her to wake her up. She wondered why he was looking upon her in, what she could only describe as a mix of intrigue and worry, which was something she was not used to seeing on Dark’s face as he spoke, his voice rattling her tired frame with it’s ringing and unchecked volume. “Well, I see SOMEONE’S decided to wake up, would you kindly explain how you came to be smaller and weaker than ever before?”

“D-dark?” Shop groaned and laid back down, still tired from the day before. “Could you tone it down? I’m like, half asleep here.”

Dark rolled his eyes with a growl as he lowered his voice, along with the ringing that accompanied him. “Yes, you also seem to be over half your already diminutive state…” He walked back out into his room, sitting on his bed as he looked his now tiny assistant over.

Shop was confused by what he was saying until her tired eyes finally woke up with the rest of her body, realizing where exactly she was. Shop mentally cursed herself for letting her power slip out of her control, but as she dared to look up at Dark’s face, she could tell he didn’t think that she could have done this to herself, and decided to count her blessings as Dark continued. “I swear if this is some kind of practical joke Wilford, or anyone else has done to you I’ll…” Shop gasped as his fingers began to curl around her body, his grip slowly but surely beginning to strengthen until she started gasping for air.

“D-Dark!! T-t-too tight!!” She managed out with a squeak, maybe this isn’t gonna be so nice Shop thought as the gray grasp loosened a bit. She didn’t want to end up his stress ball, especially at her current height. But, at the same time, Shop thought, she couldn’t just grow her way out of this situation, lest she wanted Dark to pressure her later. Guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it until tonight-

Shop’s planning was interrupted when she felt the hand around her tighten once more as she was lifted up to eye level with Dark, his cold, steely eyes shooting daggers through her tiny body, sending a serious chill up her spine. She had grown used to his imposing nature, but in this smaller state, his face filled her vision, which only worked to scare her more, though she dared not show it.

“And what were you thinking about there little one…?” Dark knew his whispering worked to unsettle Shop further when he felt her shrunken form shiver in his grasp.

“N-nothing, just trying to think about how I got like…this,” Shop lied. She let out a silent sigh of relief when Dark nodded, seemingly pleased with her response as he stood.

“Perfect. Don’t think that this…predication has saved you from your job however. I’m sure there are still MANY jobs you can excel at~”

“Oh come on Dark, really?” Shop tried to stretch in his hand in an attempt to shake off her tiredness. “You work me to the bone, let me get like, what? 5 hours of sleep, then except me to bounce right back when I’m suddenly half my size?!” She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “That’s just cruel man.”

Dark sneered at Shop, he always hated when she talked back, and hated it even more when she proved a valid point. Dark of course, already knew what he was doing was ‘cruel’, as Shop had said, despite his deal with her, which entailed that he would act more kind towards Shop to keep her happy, and thus, allow her to work more efficiently as his assistant.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he had begun to grow fond of her snarky attitude and quirky antics, which often added a new bit of commentary to his days. His favorite quirk of hers, however, were the comments she often would mutter under her breath when she thought no one was listening; those were always the ones that would catch Dark off guard, and offered him a chance to chuckle at something else besides another’s misery.

Dark sighed as he opened his palm flat for Shop. “Well, I suppose you are correct there dear. But I cannot allow you to neglect all your duties today on account of your…condition. There is an important board meeting today that I simply will not be able to get through without your help, dear assistant.”

He watched as Shop shifted her weight in his hand, obviously uncomfortable with her current predicament as she weighed her options. Which weren’t very many.

“Welp, guess I don’t really have much of a say, do I?”

“That you do not dear.” Shop sighed.

“Alright, well, I hope you don’t expect me to wear my ‘uniform’ today then.”

“No, I suppose not little one, I believe I can allow you a… lazy day, as it were, until we manage to get you back in proper working order. Besides, your hoodie makes it much easier for me to lift you in a pinch~” Before Shop could question him, Dark took hold of her hood between his thumb and index finger, pinching it tightly as he let her dangle in front of him, silently reveling in her panicked cry.

“D-DARK!!! DON’T DO THIS IT AIN’T FUNNY!!!” Shop cried out as she felt Dark’s hand slip out from underneath her. She quickly moved her hands to her collar, so she could breathe as she dangled helplessly in front of the monochromatic man.

“Wait a minute.” Dark could practically see the gears turning in Shop’s itty-bitty head. “Did you… did you just make a pun?...”

Dark chuckled as he brought Shop to his shoulder, dropping her off as he started down the stairs. “Who knows. Just try not to draw attention to yourself while we walk to the board room. I don’t need one of the others trying to steal my little assistant when she is so vulnerable.” Shop huffed as she sat, readjusting her jacket.

“Sure thing boss, but if you don’t want folks seeing me, why not just stuff me into a pocket instead?”

“Perhaps because I don’t want to have to dig around to pull you out in the middle of the meeting and cause a distraction from the subject at hand. Or perhaps it’s because you could use the fresh air to wake up a bit quicker.” Dark noted as Shop yawned again.

“Well maybe if I was rooming with someone who let me sleep I wouldn’t be so tired hm?”

“Don’t push your luck Shop.”