#thanks again! hope this is ok sksk

[mismatchedtwins]

Bro it was so visceral and horrifying, the way u made Donnie AWARE of his flesh and bones mending together. And you made him feel it too?? No!! EVIL🫵 That was soo evil but I loved it!! I love horror!!

I DO TOO BUT HORROR IS SO HARD TO WRITE

I always felt like Donnie should have been a little out of it since he was literally SOWN BACK TOGETHER in the city streets. And I was thinking about how that would go and I had the inescapable urge to write what I’ve always wanted to happen. And I’m SO proud of it, lemme tell you the truth! It’s like reading someone else’s work!!

This bit was so cool, I don't stumble upon a lot of horror in fics yk? There's not a lot thats made me recoil and sit there mouth agape. But this??! U totally nailed it!!

Thank you!!

I’m so weird ‘cause I CANNOT watch horror on the tv screen but I will DEVOUR horror in books form. Like. MMMM tasteh

[The prison dimension looks like the stuff of nightmares. Dead ancient ruins and echoes r such a fun bit to play around with >:)) im excited to see how u interpret it]

I HAVE SO MANY PLANS

I NEED TO MAKE A LIST OR SOMETHIN’ OF ALL THE THINGS THAT I’VE DECIDED BASED ON DIMENSION X LOGIC AND THE FUN TIDBITS FROM THE KRAANG SHIP LIKE MMMMM

I just lie in bed at night mentally filling in every single blank that only I care about like why 😭🤣

Also him immediately wanting his brothers around and thinking about his dad hurt 😭

His family will be on his mind for the next eternity.

If I have my way, his guilt will be unnecessary and painful.

His sufferings are both instantaneous and crippling!

Sksskk this made me giggle out of my previous horror shock. Dee just went thru the most traumatic event of his life so far and witnessing an explosion comparable to a nuclear bomb and his 1st instinct is to take a pic.

There are so many times where I have to question whether the 2012 cartoon would have someone do something, but HERE we go by a mix of 2012 AND 2018 logic! MY POWERS HAVE GROWN!!!

(Literally, I love this moment so much. It’s supposed to help the readers move away from horror and to action! And it works!! Translation silliness! I’m glad you share my gigglessss)

(such a curious lil guy, most wouldve hightailed it out of there already instead of going, hmm 🤔why's that alien behemoth over there beating up a rock for? sksk)

PLEASE like any Donatello wouldn’t question the absurdity.

He wasn’t going to go say HI- he was just gonna peek a lil’

😭😭😭 just by this alone I know I'm not walking out of this unscathed. Brotherly love is going to end me I can feel it

Okay, NOW, he’s gonna go say hi

The kindest boi my sweet purple son

On one hand: Would not any normal person think: that’s seems unnecessary it shouldn’t be happening?

On the other hand: GOODEST BOI WANNA HELP 🥺

He waves😭 he waves goodness I can picture it so clearly. Don't wave at the highly volatile threat. why is he like this?

I don’t know but I hope he never changes 😭

IS. IS. I choked on my drink when I read that. The others reactions were so vivid too LMAO. Thank u for including that, it was hilarious.

SPLATTERS this kid is HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE’S DOING and it’s MURDERING me bc he’s going to die by his own obvious dummy genius brain. This poor child

Ok ok now the fight between krang prime and Dee was awesome. Yeah it's a miracle he's still standing and yeah he got his shell handed to him twice over and he was literally about to die again BUT!

The fact that he was able to hurt prime with nothing but a blade from his broken wooden bo and his sensei's advice echoing in his head is like actually so cool. And he was so sassy doing it too!! (Channeling his inner raph huh? I see what ur doing 👁️👁️)He's got no powers or knowledge of his surroundings or anything just his intellect and quick thinking and he still got a hit! Probably his only hit in close combat w/ prime ever but still yk what I mean right?? Wooh goo Dee!!

DO you see what I’m doing because I think I knew what I was doing but I don’t remember anymore 🤣 EHHHHH struggles

IT WAS ALL THE ELEMENT OF SUPRISE (and the fact that he is used to fighting massive aliens or suited creature) AND A LOT OF LUCK. CHILD WOULD HAVE DIED IF LEON DIDN’T STEP IN, MKAY

Well. He would have died eventually. After Krang was done with him.

And this also made me realize that Donnie came back with everything except his mask. He had his phone, his gear, his bo, his grappling hook(this tool will be handy later) everything except his mask. The one thing that sets him apart from his brothers. That represents who he is besides his staff and big brain. Him. Donatello. Donnie. The turtle before anything else. The brother the son the friend before everything else. Before his inventions, before his skills before his sacrifices and accomplishments and failures. He is the boy who decided his favorite color was purple. Purple. That's him. That's Donnie.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS I’M IN PAIN RN

And it was left behind :(( Against his will. Taken u could say.

I could and I would. BAD ZA’NARON. BAD.

He quite literally and figuratively lost a piece of himself behind when he died huh? I do wonder if he'll ever get it back (but even if he did there ain't no way he'll ever be the same OUGH ur evil)

HA You better bet I am. And I ONLY GET WORSE!!! >:D

(also this fact made the part where Leon gets ticked off and denies Dee being a Donnie feel more angsty and like bitter?? I'm not sure how to describe it But i will talk more about that later lol)

*covers audience’s ears* GEE spoiler alert Splatters

You gotta let ‘em read the next chappy yk

Anyways that's all I have rn. I will come back and continue with the rest of the chs later!! Gn muah muah

I WILL BE COMING AND COMMENTING ON THE OTHERS!

NOTHING WILL STOP ME!!!!

Um can I like, ask stuff about ur au here🥺? Well its more thinking out loud and putting a magnifying glass on several moments during ur fic than asking. Cuz asking means answering and I'm not about to make u do that unless u want to(I dont wanna be the reason u unload the whole lore yk lol) (and i also didn't want to like bug u too much either with my brainworms and excitement)

ABSOLUTELY!

I would LOVE to have my AU under a magnifying glass! There are so many little things about my own AU that I go NUTS over and I would LOVE to hear what moments have caught your eye! You would NEVER bug me with your brain worms! (No one would!) I'm eager to see what about my AU is wiggling around in your brain!

And that means questions too! Ask away!

I may not answer all (or any) if it means too heavy spoilers, but I would be happy to have a chance to consider new elements that the outsiders are seeing and I am not. I love finding connections that I didn't even realize existed before that moment! Maybe I'll add in Easter eggs based on ideas that you guys have! (Maybe.)

I am seriously overthinking this fic and would love to hear any and everything from you guys! LET'S GO CRAZY!

[prism-sakura-s]

Monster

The first fic request done for @ask-villegas-sides! Sorry it took a while, sched’s been pretty busy. Thanks for entrusting me with this! The other one I’m planning on writing should be up soon.

And, uh, I’m sorry if I deviated a bit from whatever canon was established or if I did something wrong in general.

Prompt: Beckett loves music, so what better way to relax after helping Riley solve a stressful dilemma than listening to his playlist? (Songfic)

Warnings: some acronyms in caps, pain (?)

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Beckett shut the door and flopped onto his bed, breathing a sigh of relief. The several day streak of stress was finally over, and Beckett tiredly patted himself on the back for pulling through and helping to figure it all out in the end. Everyone was glad it was over, Beckett especially since he was arguably the most affected out of the others. 

Beckett opened his phone, thinking of what to do as he typed in his pass code. Well, he already had a general idea of what to do: play music. The question was, what specific music?

He scrolled through his Spotify aimlessly, up and down, for a few minutes, scoping his options. He could play Panic, TØP, 5SoS...

Huh? Oh, right.

This was Beckett’s thought as his eyes landed on an EP he had honestly forgotten he saved.

Human, by Dodie.

Beckett knew Riley liked Dodie, and he himself had listened to her songs quite a few times. Not a whole lot of times though, since he had other bands and singers he listened to more commonly.

Dodie’s music was relaxing though, as well as relatable (which strangely helped to take some weight off one’s chest), and if that wasn’t what Beckett needed right now, he didn’t know what.

Well maybe some cuddles and/or a scrolling session on Tumblr, but those can wait till later.

Beckett slipped on his headphones and plugged them into his phone. He tapped on the EP and pressed “Shuffle Play”. He placed the phone beside him as he settled down, crossing his hands over his stomach and looking up at the ceiling. Some soft beats sounded through the headphones, enveloping him in a blanket of calm.

Tell me again about how it hurts

Ah, Monster.

Being awfully loud for an introvert Get out of my room, smile wiped clean Isn't it weird to be so mean?

The words carried Beck back to the past. He felt light, like he was floating.

Beckett’s entrance into existence was much more than jarring. His build up to sentience was slow, but painful. Years of hurt, tears and fear compiled into one sort-of-being - of course it would burn. And young Beckett took it out on the others.

He didn’t interact much, spending most of his time in his room and not letting anyone in. When he did go out, he didn’t act kindly to the other sides. Reese especially, now that he thought about it. Beckett cringed as he reflected on his past behavior. Yeah, he’s a lot more friendly now.

I'm guessing that I've grown horns I guess I'm human no more I can tell I've rotted in your brain Oh, how easily passion twists You think I'm a crazy bitch

That was Reese back then. Quick to defend Riley from any evil, that “evil” being Beck. How they managed to fall for each other was beyond him; yet all their interactions laced with bitterness seem elusive to him now, a blur.

I craft my words to fit your head 'Cause no one listens to the dead So maybe I will talk to you The only way I know how to Mhm, I've said my speech Mhm, through sharpened teeth You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin Please let the devil in

Beckett didn’t act nicely to Riley either at first. Granted, it was his job not to. That was his whole shtick. But still, he could have done something to help, like he would do now if Riley got into a particularly bad episode. But Beckett didn’t do that back then; and the guilt still weighed on him sometimes. 

A meter apart, we blankly stare We shout in our heads, "Are you still in there?" Well, this ends bad then, we knew it would So we won't eat our words, 'cause they don't taste good

It wasn’t too long until Beckett started to regret his bitter words. The dynamic between the other three left him yearning for that kind of companionship in his life. But he still felt he had a reputation to hold up. The side that hated everyone and everything. The side that ruined Riley’s life even more.

Yet, a tiny voice had convinced Beck that... maybe they’d be more accepting if he was more accepting of himself. Maybe if he trusted himself more to be friendly, and shared all his issues, they would take him in too as one of them.

A thousand words are left unsaid 'Cause no one listens to the dead So maybe I will talk to you The only way I know how to Mhm, I've said my speech Mhm, through sharpened teeth You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin

Slowly, but surely, Beckett opened up.

Oh, I think it might be worth a try Oh, am I ready to let this die?

He was a bit hesitant at first; would he really be able to pull this off? Will the others even accept him? 

The answer was yes.

Mhm, a monster's here Mhm, you plug your ears But hey, you might just listen to it sing Please let the devil in

Slowly, the angry scorching snarks devolved into playful ones. Beckett allowed more physical contact, more face-to-face conversations. He allowed himself to relax more and more.

Look, we know that I've seen this before High and mighty, at the top of your list Adoring every move, now my rank is sinking But we're both guilty of black or white thinking

Since he hung out with the others, he managed to see them up close. He saw their personalities, the intellect, the cheerfulness, the passion they all encompassed and showed off confidently. Beckett admired them and learned to treasure them as if they were his own friends. And the others started to reciprocate those feelings, started to embrace him. And Beckett’s facade as a mean side who wanted nothing more than trouble gradually chipped away as well. Everyone regretted the harsh feelings towards each other before, but made sure to right their wrongs.

And that’s exactly what they did. 

So maybe I will talk to you The only way I know how to (We won't eat our words) Mhm, you've said your speech Mhm, through sharpened teeth (They don't taste so good) You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin (We won't eat our words) Oh, I think it might be worth a try (They don't taste so good) Oh, am I ready to let this die? (We won't eat our words) Mhm, a monster's here Mhm, you plug your ears (They don't taste so good) But hey, you might just listen to it sing Please let the devil in

They let him in their family.

[dckweed]

Can you do one based on the song Love grows by Edison Lighthouse where the reader is Eddie’s younger sister but is a flower child/hippie instead of a metal head and Steve is falling in love with her even though they are way way different?

yes omg i absolutely love that song so so much...im not at the seasons where eddie had been introduced yet so he's def not gonna be featured heavily, and when he is mentioned it's from what ive gathered of him in passing from other tumblr fics ok?

p.s. you're lucky my fiance took me on a random ass date today bc im in such a lovey fluffy mood rn

p.p.s im so embarrassed at how long this took me sksk but anyway, in lieu of my birthday yesterday ( the 2nd ), here you go love! I hope it was worth the wait!

warnings: puppy love at its finest. readers beware, sex is mentioned but i don't go into detail so I'd say it's minor safe! reader has a name in this fic but this is the only thing that is specified about them !! steve being head over heels, steve being completely madly deeply irreversibly in love with you. minor Eddie!Sibling mentions but not heavy bc im not familiar with him.

"...wild and free..." steve harrington x female!munson sibling! reader

Steve Harrington was completely and utterly down on his knees, hopelessly wrapped around your finger, and he had been from the first time he'd laid his eyes on you. He wasn't ashamed to admit that you weren't normally his type, he'd never much gravitated towards the flower child type of girls, but you? Something about you was just so stunningly killer that it shook him to his core and he just couldn't stay away.

He remembers that first day, he had been in the middle his usual banter with Robin, and wasnt paying one damn bit of attention to any customers, nor was she, and he honestly wouldn't have even known you were there until your hauntingly beautiful giggle carried across the store as he said something you'd thought funny. He jumped in fright, turning to find the source of the noise, and when his eyes land on you he feels his entire body kind of deflate for a moment, his breath leaving his lungs as he locks on you and your wildly beautiful form.

Your hair was a sort of untameable wavy texture that gave off a 'wild and free' vibe, you wore a strange outfit combination of a long, flowy white dress and a fringed brown leather vest coat, it looked completely gut wrenchingly beautiful on you. You smiled at him, an eyebrow raised.

"You all there, pretty boy?" You ask, cocking your head at him. You carried a small bag on your shoulder, and you lifted the top, grabbing a couple dollars out of it.

"Yeah..yeah..I'm here.." He says, shaking his head and clearing his throat. "What can I get for you?" He asked, and you grin.

"Three scoops of strawberry." You shove the money at him, and watch as he goes to grab it from the case. "With chocolate sauce between each scoop." He stops what he's doing, and looks at you.

"Between each scoop?" He asks, looking at you as if you were crazy. You nod once, looking at him. "Seems like you're over doing it a bit but okay.." He mumbles, and does as you say.

When he hands you the cone, with a napkin, he can't help he adore the intensely happy look that crosses your face, and he tries not to notice the way that bounce up and down in excitement. "Thank you, Steve.." You say, taking a long lick of it as you start to turn, getting ready to leave the scoops ahoy store.

"Wait-, how do you know my name?" He asks, stopping you in your tracks. You just give him a funny little look. "What's yours?" You giggle at him, shaking your head.

"All this time we went to school together and you don't know my name?" You ask him, before shaking your head again, sighing. "Makes sense, i suppose me and my brother never were on your radar, we weren't much on anyone's unless it was to make fun of us."

"Your brother? Wait, we went to school together?" He asks, confused, he squints trying to think. How could he not remember you? You were so stunningly, uniquely beautiful, how did he not know who you were?

"Really? We literally walked across the graduation stage together a couple months ago.." You say, he looks like he's thinking for a moment before he shakes his head. "Rosemary Munson? My brother is Eddie?"

He recognized your brothers name, but not yours. "Him, I know..you?" He shakes his head, you pout playfully, you couldn't blame him, you didn't really make yourself very known.

"Well, what a shame, Stevie-boy.." You say, slowly backing out of the store, he calls after you, but you keep on walking, your brother was waiting for you somewhere in the mall.

Steve scoffs, a look of wonder on his face as he turned towards Robin. "She called me Stevie-boy.." It seemed like such a childish nickname to him, but something about the way you said it made his knees feel like jelly, and he felt his tummy flutter.

Robin just shakes her head, rolling her eyes at him. "God, you're so weird." She says, arms crossed over her chest.

You had come in a few more times that week, and Steve had made sure to greet you by your name, sweet talking you as best as he could before he finally asked you, it was a Friday and he had had your three scoops of strawberry, with chocolate sauce in between, already put together and waiting for you for when you walked through the doors.

You did a few minutes later, your face lighting up moreso when you see the boy than the ice cream in his hand. "Awe, how sweet, you already had it all ready for me." You say, going to reach for it, he pulls his hand back, and you pout.

"Ah, ah, ah.." He says, placing his other hand on the counter, his bicep flexing under his sailor shirt. "You can have your ice cream, but there's one condition."

You tilt your head, rocking on your feet. "And just what is your condition of my pleasure?" You ask, hands on your hips. "Hm, Stevie-boy?"

There it was again, that fucking nickname that made his knees go weak. "You, me, dinner and movie." He says, not giving you room to say no. He watches you chew your bottom lip, thinking. Fuck that made him nervous, what if you said no? Shit, maybe I shouldn't have done that, he thought, starting to panic.

You look him over, your brother wouldn't be happy about this, but, you didn't care what Eddie thought, you thought Steve was adorable, he didn't seem like the person he used to be anymore, and you liked that he had changed, that he seemed to be outwardly a better individual. "Okay." You say finally, reaching over to grab your cone from his hand, your fingers brushing his, you let them linger a little longer than you should have. "Pick me up at 7?"

He notices you reaching for your purse and he shakes his head, a grin sliding across his lips. "It's on the house, Rosemary." He says. "I'll pick you up at 7."

Steve was on the dot punctual that evening. He had taken the afternoon off from work, trying to figure out where he was going to take you, he had even resorted to asking Dustin. The boy had suggested that he take you somewhere fancy, but Steve had thought that might be too much, but he also didn't want to not do the right thing. He wanted to you like every part of your date, he wanted to be memorable to you, even if it never went past the first night.

After a couple of hours he had finally decided that he would just let you choose, and he started moving on to his clothes, which he fussed and mussed over for a while. He felt like he was trying too much and not enough all at the same time, god, he thought, what the fuck is wrong with you, King Steve?

He stared at his watch the rest of the afternoon, counting down the minuets. Eventually, he finally dragged himself to his car and started it, pulling out of his neighborhood and into the direction of where he knew you lived.

Your brother was not at all happy to know you were going on a date tonight, with Steve Harrington of all people. He followed you throughout the house, talking your ear off about how his popular dick head views were going to rub off on you, and pointing out that he must not be as great as everyone thought because 'look at him now, Ro, he's working in an ice cream store'. You had glared at him. "How dare you be so judgemental, Eddie." You had said, he pouted at you, not used to hearing you be so firm. "He's a completely different person, and maybe his choice of work has actually helped him to become that."

You had kicked him out of your room after that, slamming the door in his face as you focused on getting dressed. You weren't nervous in the least, you were actually excited. You thought he was adorsbly sweet and you couldn't wait to see how nervous and awkward he was, but how sweet he was also.

You dressed quickly, a pair of tight low cut bell bottomed jeans, a tight white cropped top that went half way down your belly, that had flowy white sleeves that hung off your wrists a little bit. And you put your favorite brown fringed vest on top, before running a brush through your messy hair, unable to tame the frizzed out mess. You added your favorite pair of chunky heeled brown boots too, not bothering to put any makeup on, it's not like you'd been wearing it any time you'd seen him anyway.

After a couple of minutes you heard a knock on the front door, and heard your brother scurry to get it as you finished putting on your jewelry.

Eddie threw open the door, putting his hand up on the doorframe as he stares the boy down. Steve bounces on the balls of his feet. "Eddie." He says, hands in his pockets. The curly haired boy wore a an unreadable expression, his eyebrows pinched.

"Steve." Eddie says, pursing his lips, he opened his mouth to speak, he was going to be his usual over protective self, maybe give him a little help. But then he remembered the way that you had defended him, how sweetly you had talked about him when you'd come back from the ice cream shop every day this week. He hadn't seen you talk about anyone that way in a long time, and he couldn't help but like to see you happy. He settles on something else instead. "You seem like the clueless type when it comes to women, and my sister isnt most women." Steve looks at him, confused. "All im saying is..dairy queen is her favorite, incase you didn't already have a restaurant picked out."

"Oh.." Steve says, relaxing a little. He had expected something different from Eddie. "That does actually help me out a lot..she doesn't seem the fancy type, huh?" He says, his shoulders sagging with relief. Eddie chuckles, shaking his curly head of hair.

"No, she's not." He says, looking towards your room as he hears the door open. You step out, your purse on your shoulder. You stop, looking up at your brother and doing a little twirl for him, asking how you looked. "You look pretty, Rosemary.." He says, a soft smile on his face.

You were indeed pretty this evening, even more so than Steve had seen you before. His tongue caught in his throat and he couldn't quite speak when you stepped into the doorway, your brother having stepped to the side to make way for you. "You ready, Stevie-boy?"

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, holding out his hand. "Yeah..yeah I'm ready." He says, smile gracing his face. You did look a very beautiful sight to him, though most would have said that you were dressed strangely.

Steve never would have thought that that night would lead him to where he was now, nearly a year later with you in his bed, leg thrown over his as you pressed you naked body against his. Your head was resting on his chest, wild hair still sticky with sweat from the evenings activities, your breathing slow and light. He ghosts his hand over your spine, up and down, up and down, his other hand is entwined gently with yours, a feeling that gave him more of a thrill than any other thing he'd done with you. It was like you had casted some sort of spell over him from the first moment he'd heard that beautiful laugh of yours, from the first time you'd smiled at him, the first time you'd called him Stevie-boy..fuck, he was so far gone for you it wasn't even funny.

He wondered if you knew that.

He wondered if you knew just how far in love with you he was, how absolutely head over fucking heels, heart beating out of his chest, ba-dum-ba-dum in fucking love with you he so absolutely was..

He knew he was so absolutely fucking lucky to even have caught your attention, and even moreso to have had the pleasure to take you out. He was probably the luckiest son of a bitch to ever walk the earth to have you in his bed right now, to have had the pleasure of making you so delerious with pleasure that you couldn't even hold yourself up after..he smiles at the thought, chuckling at how you had still been shaking when he had picked you and carried you to the bathroom, legs wrapped around his waist as he cleaned you up, taking a warm shower. He had wiped every inch of you down, except for your hair because he knew that you hated going to bed with wet hair, and he has dried every inch of you off before carrying you back to bed, letting you lay on top of him as you drifted off to sleep.

He smiles, staring up at the cieling, unable to keep the lovesick grin off of his face. His love for you grew wherever you were, anywhere you went, he followed, he couldn't bare to be away from you..he would have to tell you in the morning, just how deeply he cares for you, how he absolutely worshiped the ground you walked on.. how completely and utterly wrapped around your finger he was.

You would probably laugh at him, but he didn't mind because he knew you were his. He didn't mind one damn bit if you thought he was insane, because as long as he has his Rosemary by his side, he was content with anything.

[johnnycranes]

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress. + Sydney & Stewy

amanda you have once again enabled another succession ship... thank you sksks. self-indulgent because the succession brainrot is strong sorry jacob

bars and burgers

words: 4.8k

rating: e

warning/s: vaginal fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, y'know, smut.

Honestly the only good thing to happen to Sydney that night was that it didn’t take her too long to book an Uber back to her apartment, and the traffic wasn’t bad either while going home. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Stewy had told her earlier when he picked her up for date night, bringing her to a club that just opened. 

She actually hoped he’d just take her out to a quiet and fancy dinner before he’d take her home to make out on the couch while Pacific Rim played in the background. But she couldn’t say no when she saw his brown eyes flash with excitement, so she smiled and followed his lead.

All of that, of course, was before he decided to be an asshole at the club.

Now she was sitting on the couch, still in her baby pink cocktail dress she was actually excited to wear, and watching old episodes of whatever sitcom Netflix suggested played as she sipped on the wine she bought a few days ago.

A good way to end a disastrous - fucking heartbreaking - Friday night.

Her cellphone buzzed and she glanced at the screen, seeing it was him calling, that cute picture of him smiling while wearing reading glasses popping up. 

Sydney forced herself to frown. He was a jerk, remember?

She debated letting it ring for the rest of the night, but she didn’t want it to ruin her - she glanced at the tv - How I Met Your Mother marathon, buzzing incessantly. 

That and she couldn’t help but want to make sure he was safe, that he wasn’t too drunk or coked up. 

She sighed. Why did she have to care about him?

Sydney let the phone ring twice more before pausing the show and answering. “Yeah?” is all she said, hoping she sounded neutral rather than worried over his safely like she actually was.

“Hey,” Stewy’s voice on the other line was sweet, the tone he usually used when he was trying to charm her. “I saw your text. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

Sydney bit her lip, her chest tightening at how concerned he sounded and relieved that he seemed ok.

She shook her head. Mad at him, remember?

Putting the wine glass down on the coffee table, she crossed her arms - as if he could definitely see that she was doing that.

“I did,” she said curtly. 

He didn’t miss a single beat when he answered with, “Good, because I’m outside your door right now. Soooo,” he sing-songed casually.

Sydney turned her head to face her front door, eyes widening and imagining seeing him standing right outside. 

She opened and closed her mouth, thankful that Stewy couldn’t see her otherwise he would definitely have such a smug grin on his stupid cute face. 

No, stay strong Syd. Stay strong. Tell him to go away, you’re tired, you’ll see him when you see him. Tell him-

“Why?” she ended up saying. And with no one around to see her, she facepalmed and mouthed Shit.

“I wanted to check on my girl to see why she decided to leave early, and you know, ask her why she left without saying goodbye first?” 

Sydney couldn’t stop herself from hissing, “Oh I’m sorry if I didn’t want to bother you. You just seemed so fucking busy talking to all those models or whoever those girls were by the bar.”

A pause followed.

She said it. No going back.

Back in the club, Stewy told her he was just going to pass by the bar to say hello to a few friends he saw and get her a drink.

She waited fifteen minutes before she decided it was too long and stood from their table to go and find him.

Only to see him chatting up dolled up bombshells. They were fucking laughing and slapping his chest and everything. 

She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces and she couldn’t even hear her thoughts with the music blaring all around her.

She knew Stewy was a social butterfly and loved to party, and she didn’t mind that at all.

What she did mind was how huge his smile was and how he seemed to laugh at everything they were saying.

Like he fucking loved it.

So she texted him that she was feeling bad and booked an Uber home, all while willing herself to keep the tears from streaming down her face. 

“Syd…” Stewy’s voice on the other line brought her back to the present. “Look, will you please open the door so we can talk about how much of an asshole I am?”

“Why can’t we talk about how much of an asshole you are on the phone?” She asked and she had no idea why her body decided to stand from the couch and have her walk up to her front door. 

Stupid wine making her tipsy.

Stewy hummed playfully, his voice in her ear. “Well I just happen to have an extra burger with me and I don’t want it to go cold.”

“Why not give it to one of those girls you just couldn’t seem to get enough of back at the club?” She knew she was being a brat but it was late, her feelings were hurt and she couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth.

Just thinking about those glammed up Victoria’s Secret looking women from the bar hitting on her man made her want to punch the nearest wall and flip a table. 

“You sure?” Stewy asked. “Because I did ask for extra cheese, no lettuce and no tomatoes for it. Know someone who likes her burger that way?”

Ok. That got her to smile. And she was actually really hungry and that burger would go great with her wine.

So she put her cellphone down before opening her door, and saw Stewy on the other side, an apologetic, puppy dog-looking smile on his face as he held his phone up to his ear, his other hand carrying a brown paper bag.

Dammit he was cute.

He put his phone away and held up the paper bag in front of her, the scent of the delicious smelling food filling her nostrils. 

Sydney twitched her lips up into a small smile. “Best not to let such a good burger go to waste,” she said softly. 

Stewy’s smile widened and his brown eyes brightened up. “Do I get invited in too or it’s just the food?” he joked, leaning an arm on the doorframe.

She pursed her lips and tapped a finger to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well the burger hasn’t done anything against me. You on the other hand…” she trailed off, crossing her arms. 

“What if the food and I work together on this?” Stewy asked and Sydney actually laughed and was about to ask how the fuck was that supposed to work when he continued with, “Consider it my peace offering for being a shitty boyfriend tonight.”

Sydney stayed quiet, wanting to see where he was going with this. 

“I really did run into a colleague of mine and she introduced me to her friends, and I lost track of time,” He sighed heavily. “Yeah sure some of them got a little touchy feely-”

Sydney opened her mouth and was actually about to pluck the paper bag from his hand and slam the door shut on him, but of course, Stewy sensed she was getting pissed and raised a hand in front of her.

“But!” he said. “I can assure you those hands didn’t stray too far and I told them I’m off the market.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You did?”

“Of course, and also mentioned that I'm with a really really incredibly sexy gal.” 

There was a pause before he added, “Who is also forgiving. I didn’t say that last part but she is,” he said playfully.

She stared him up and down. She knew he was being genuine, but just seeing him having fun with those other women, how he looked so in his element and comfortable surrounded by gorgeous babes, it just reminded her that she was still new to his whole world of New York’s elite. 

She was proud whenever she saw him work the room so easily, casually chatting up and joking with some of the richest people in America. But then she’d also think about how she fit in his life.

What if she just wasn’t cut out for it? What if she said the wrong that that’d get him into trouble? What if he got bored? What if-

She felt his hand gently tilt her chin up to face him and her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his brown eyes, staring down at her so intensely.

“You know you’re the only girl I care about, right?” he whispered.

And Sydney’s knees almost gave out from how sure he sounded. 

She let out a shaky gasp before saying, “I’m sorry. It’s just,” she shook her head. “I’m still getting used to all this, you know? I know you didn’t mean to but I can't help but be jealous when I see you hanging out with all those gorgeous women-”

“Hey,” he said as he trailed his hand up to cup her cheek. His thumb gently traced over her skin in a soothing motion. “You’re the only gorgeous girl for me, ok?”

He grinned at her. “I mean, fuck. Sydney, baby, you moved from L.A. to be with me here in New York. That’s,” he shook his head disbelievingly, opening his mouth and huffing out a laugh. “That’s the most romantic fucking thing anyone has ever done for me.”

She didn’t know if it was the wine or how cute he was with his brown eyes so bright but she felt her face heat up. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “I really fucking like you.”

Stewy leaned his head closer to hers, their noses brushing against each other. Sydney licked her lips as Stewy kept her chin tilted up. “And this may come as a shock to you, but I really like you back.”  

Sydney smiled sheepishly as he echoed her words. Then he glided his thumb across her lower lip, his eyes seeking hers for permission. 

Sydney nodded and soon his lips were on hers, kissing her slowly and tenderly. Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him with her as she walked backwards into the apartment.

Stewy kicked the door closed and placed the paper bag on the side table before wrapping his arms around Sydney’s waist, all while still kissing her.

He bit her lower lip and she moaned as he coaxed her mouth open and their tongues clashed, the chaste and slow kiss turning into one more passionate. 

Sydney pulled him even closer towards her, a bit frustrated that they had all these layers of clothing between them.

When they finally needed to pull away to breathe, Stewy’s hands wandered up her legs and bunched up her dress. “So, you forgive me?” he asked cheekily but God only Stewy could make it seem so sexy too. 

Sydney nodded before pecking his lips. “Just maybe don’t take too long next time when you know your girlfriend is waiting for you to come back with her drink?”

Stewy brushed her chestnut brown hair away from her face. “Absolutely. But for the record, may I say it’s actually kinda hot seeing you jealous.”

Sydney rolled her eyes and scoffed. “They’re lucky I didn’t go and punch them in their expensive lip filler, botoxed faces”

Stewy inhaled sharply. “Duly noted.” A pause. “Completely unrelated but there’s this other club opening tomorrow night…”

Sydney barked out a laugh as Stewy held her in his arms, smiling at her. 

Dammit not ten minutes ago she was heartbroken and cold, and now here was Stewy, melting that same heart like it was nothing. He was sweet, smug, and she really did like him so damn much. 

He leaned down to press his lips against hers once more, his hands trailing down to squeeze her bum. 

His mouth left hers but he continued to kiss his way across her jaw and down to her neck, sucking and nipping as he went.

Sydney tilted her head to give him more access, whimpering as he left lingering and sensual kisses, his beard prickling her rosy skin. 

“Still gotta make up for being a shithead,” he whispered against her neck.

Sydney gasped softly as his hands trailed up her legs, bunching her dress up. “Thought that was what the food was for,” she teased.

Stewy chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Oh that was just part one of getting you to forgive me.”

"What's part two?" She asked breathlessly as Stewy's fingers hooked onto the waistband of her panties, pulling on them and making her grind against him.

"Fucking you 'til you can't walk straight."

Sydney moaned as he tugged her underwear down and she quickly kicked them off before capturing his lips in hers for a searing kiss.

Stewy wasted no time in inserting a finger inside her and fuck she already wanted more.

"By how fucking wet you are, I'm assuming part two's working?" he teased in between kisses.

Sydney whimpered and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stand at that point, already wrapping her arms around Stewy to steady herself.

"You ok, baby?" Stewy cooed playfully as he pumped his finger inside her. "Want me to carry you to the bed?"

"Couch. Bed’s too far," Sydney hissed out, keyed up and feeling heat pool in her belly.

She expected him to say something snarky but he just fucking winked at her with a stupidly sexy smug grin before pulling his finger away and lifting her up to carry her to the couch.

Her back met the cushioned surface and Stewy was on her in an instant, kissing her roughly with teeth clacking and tongues clashing as he hiked her dress up, grinding his hips against hers. 

He still had way too many fucking clothes on.

"Look at me, Syd," Stewy commanded as he hovered above her.

Sydney gasped as she saw his lust-filled brown eyes staring right at her.

“I want you to know that you’re the only girl I want to fucking look at. Like, ever.” He captured her lips in his for a quick kiss. 

“Seeing you jealous was so hot,” he growled against her lips. “Got me so fucking hard,” he mumbled.

Stewy moved all the way down until he reached the apex between her legs, nipping at her inner thighs as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.

He pinched her and Sydney almost sobbed seeing him gaze so fucking intensely at her from between her thighs. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispered and Sydney could only nod, afraid her voice would come out as a weak cry.

Then he buried his face in her, dipping his tongue along her folds and Sydney moaned obscenely loud, her fingers grasping at the couch, trying to find anything to hold on to as she reveled in pleasure.

He lapped at her clit while his hands grabbed roughly at her thighs, keeping her from squirming too much. Sydney let out a small sob as she tried to push her hips up, whispering Yes like a chant.

She looked at the ceiling as she let out a gasp, but it was cut off as she felt Stewy roughly palm her ass and she felt his tongue leavet her clit. 

She whined at the loss but before she could say anything, Stewy tsked at her, “What did I just say? Eyes on me.” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” fell from her lips before she could stop herself, desperate to have him touch her again.

“One more chance, or I stop,” he warned her.

Sydney’s lust-filled mind was still coherent enough to say, “I thought you were supposed to make it up to me for being an asshole tonight?”

Stewy chuckled before planting a kiss on top of her clit. “I can always make up for it tomorrow, hm? You were just planning to have a cozy night alone right?”, he asked smugly as he glanced at her coffee table where her glass of wine and opened chip bag were, and across was the television screen paused at a shot of the How I Met Your Mother gang at their bar. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sydney meant for it to come out a bit more threatening but with how keyed up she was, it came out breathless and whiny. 

It made Stewy grin at her like a cheshire cat, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Then eyes. On. Me.” He punctuated each word by nipping at her inner thighs.

Sydney’s own brown eyes went back to stare at his as he finally dipped his tongue back inside her. 

“Good girl,” he said, his voice vibrating against her.

Then as if to reward her, a finger joined his tongue in bringing her closer to the edge. Sydney groaned as she kept her focus on Stewy, her body feeling so fucking tight and suddenly it was so fucking hot, so so so hot.

She was always weak when it came to Stewy, how she’d quickly succumb to his teasing and touches. But fuck she just couldn’t stay away from him and that stupid grin and that stupid voice that reduced her into a mumbling mess.

He started pumping his finger in her faster and Sydney gasped.

His name tumbled out of her mouth as her release came. Even with waves of pleasure rolling through her body, she remembered his words and kept her eyes on him as he continued to bury his face between her legs.

Her breathing was shallow and her skin was flushed as she came down from her high.

Stewy pulled away, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her thighs. “Fuck, love hearing you scream my name like that, baby. Best fucking sound in the world.”

Sydney blushed as she tiredly asked, “Part two isn’t over, right? Cuz I, you know,” she paused to reach for him, pulling him so he hovered above her body.

She rolled her hips up, feeling his hardened cock straining against his pants and fuck he was wearing too many clothes. Too many!

“I still want you inside of me,” she whispered.

She glanced at Stewy’s beard now stained with her juices, before he pressed his lips down to hers and she could taste herself on him.

Stewy fumbled with his dark blue coat before throwing it out of sight. “Baby there is nothing I want more right now than to stick my dick inside you and have you screaming my name again,” he said huskily against her lips. 

Sydney moaned, whispering Fuck as he peeled her dress off, revealing more of her rosy skin  until she was finally bare before him.

Stewy licked his lips as he eyed her hungrily. “Just look at you, Syd. Fucking gorgeous. God, I would’ve fucked you in the middle of the club.” 

She blushed as she pushed herself to sit up. Just thinking about Stewy finger fucking her on the dance floor or under their table has her aching even more for him. How he’d do it so casually too and make sure no one sees them, how he’d whisper dirty things in her ear and she’d have to bite her lip to keep quiet.

She sat in front of him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders before trailing down to the hem of his black shirt. “Too bad you were too busy with those girls by the bar,” she teased, her fingers sliding his shirt up.

Stewy helped her pull it off of him and Sydney’s hands went to his now bare chest, tracing his skin and feeling his muscles rippling under her touch.  

He pulled her body towards his and captured her lips for a kiss. Her hands went to wrap around his shoulders and she gasped when he suddenly pushed his hips up. She could feel his erection through his pants and fuck so close, so close. 

He was still wearing too many damn clothes.

“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered against her lips before moving down to kiss her jaw. “I promise to give you my full and undivided attention next time.” 

She shivered as he started sucking and nipping her neck, part of her delirious over the thought of having him leave marks on her skin for others to see. Who knows, maybe next time she’d go to the bar with him and tie her hair up?

Sydney’s hands found the zipper of his pants. “Or you could just fuck me,” she said.

“That’s going to happen either way,” he said before leaning his head down to kiss her breasts. Sydney was still fumbling with his pants and was finding it extremely hard to focus when Stewy took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

How was this man not fucking her yet?

Stewy finally took pity on her and pulled away to help her strip him of his bottoms. He did it quickly, removing his pants and underwear, kicking them off hurriedly along with his shoes.

Sydney unconsciously spread her legs more as she saw his hardened cock. He gave her a shark-like grin, his eyes crinkling up and lighting up like he just secured a multi-million dollar deal. Her ego inflated as she realized he didn’t look at any of the girls like that earlier.

Just at her. A look he gave her and her alone.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and captured his lips in hers for a rough kiss. It was teeth and tongue, his hands squeezing her ass while her fingers curled in his dark tresses. 

She may have been the one to initiate that kiss but Stewy quickly took control, and she was more than happy to let him, moaning obscenely as he helped her wrap her legs around his waist and he rubbed his erection against her inner thighs. 

He was still fucking teasing her, dangling the pleasure she needed oh so fucking close that she rolled her hips, hoping to feel his cock touch her entrance. But Stewy’s hands kept her still and she almost sobbed, her body hot and aching for him.

“Stewy, please,” she begged unashamedly as she pressed kisses to his face.

Sydney flushed as she saw the dark, hungry lust-filled look in his eyes. Fuck, he was so sexy she was going to cry and how the fuck was he not inside her yet?!

“What do you need?” he whispered huskily and goddammit she really was going to start sobbing now.

“You, baby. I need you. Please.” she tried pushing against him again but Stewy just tsked at her and squeezed her hips.

Then he fucking smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before laying her on the soft cushion as he hovered above her. “You know I can never say no to you, baby."

And he finally finally finally buried himself inside her in one deep stroke, both of them groaning at the contact. 

He started rocking inside her, slowly until he picked up in a speed that had Sydney mewling as her fingers dug into his back. He grunted above her and his shallow breaths ghosted her face. 

“Didn’t - fuck that’s good,” Stewy breath hitched as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Didn’t think you could get so jealous, baby.”

Sydney rolled her hips against his, matching his rhythm. She gasped breathlessly when one of his hands went to her breasts, pinching a nipple. “You’re - ah fuck, baby yes right there - you’re really loving this, aren’t you?”

He sucked her neck and she was sure marks would form. She was already thinking of visiting him at his work with them on full display. 

“The hottest girl I’ve ever met and have the absolute pleasure of fucking getting pissed over a bunch of trustfund airheads trying to flirt with me? Of course I love it,” he said as he started pounding into her faster, both his hands now kneading her breasts.

“Fuck, Syd. You’re so fucking hot and you take me so fucking well,” he said, still nipping her neck and snapping his hips to hers faster. “You’re my only girl, baby, my one and fucking only.”

Sydney moaned, spurred on by his words and his name tumbled from her lips.

He raised his head to press a kiss to her jaw. “Say my name again, baby,” he growled out.

She could feel the heat in her stomach and the waves of pleasure threatening to spill over, stars behind her eyes waiting to burst. “Stewy, Stewy, I’m close, I’m so close,” she mumbled incoherently as her hands threaded into his dark curls.

He started pounding into her rougher and she pulled his head up to capture his lips in hers.

“Just like that. Good girl,” he praised, and fuck she really loved his voice, loved how smooth it was and how it sent shivers down her spine. 

Her lips parted and Stewy’s mouth was on hers once more. Sydney was sobbing now, her release so close and Stewy just filled her up so well, so so so fucking well-

She yelled his name when she came, holding him as tight as possible, her nails digging into his back as her walls clenched around him. Stewy placed kisses on her neck, whispering That’s it, that’s my girl, as she came down from her high.

Sydney’s body felt like jello but she kept her arms around Stewy as he remained buried inside her. 

He kept pounding into her and Sydney gasped breathlessly, her lips parting. 

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, Stewy moaning into her mouth as he started thrusting faster and the sounds of their skin slapping against each other filling the apartment.

His thrusts turned erratic and his grunts heavier. Sydney felt his body shift to move away but she kept him in place as she continued to hold him, one arm around his back and the other cradling his face.

“Cum inside me,” was all she whispered.

Stewy groaned out a Fuck before pushing a few more deep strokes into. He stilled as he spilled inside her, with Sydney pressing kisses on his face as he came down from his own orgasm. 

He leaned over her, using his elbows to steady himself as he calmed his breathing. 

Then, in a way only Stewy could, he smirked at her, his brown eyes twinkling. “So, forgiven?”, he asked playfully.

Sydney laughed tiredly before pressing a kiss to his nose. “For now,” she teased.

Stewy grinned before pulling away to stand from the couch and find a cloth to clean up with.

He helped Sydney sit up and his cheshire grin was so smug when she scrunched her nose and had to move her legs slowly.

“Oh fuck you,” she said, affection in her voice.

Stewy brushed chestnut brown strands away from her face before kissing her forehead. “Didn’t say anything,” he teased and Sydney couldn’t help but smile. 

She knew she shouldn’t have doubted him, that he cared for her just as much as she did him.

The girls all over him earlier on the other hand, yeah they could fuck off.

Stewy sighed tiredly. “Well, I for one am putting on my PJs. Syd, the AC here is too cold someti-”

“Cold!”, Sydney suddenly yelled, her brown eyes widening. Stewy raised one eyebrow up at her as she jumped off the couch and all but ran towards the front door, as naked as the day she was born.

She rummaged through the brown paper bag on the side table for her cheeseburger, which upon closer inspection, was now at room temperature.

How could she forget!

Well ok she wanted to fuck her boyfriend, understandably.

But still!

She picked it up like it was the mythical sword in the stone, before making the short trip to the kitchen. She turned to see Stewy putting his boxers back on, a wry smile on his face.

“Thanks for choosing me over the burger, honey,” he joked, making his way over to her, bringing his coat with him.

She popped the delicious burger into the microwave. “Of course. Fortunately for you, you’re sexier. And you know how to fuck.”

Stewy snorted as he hugged her from behind, placing his coat on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank God for that.”

Then they ate together while watching Pacific Rim, with Stewy asking questions every five minutes. Only after the movie did he tell Sydney that he’d already seen it before.

He was lucky he was cute. 

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That makes it even better. Me, my MC and Gasper all share the same goldfish brain, so it's ok. We still stan nonetheless. #goldfishbrainsquad 😌💅🏽

Absolutely love Attollo btw. It was my first ever time reading Cyberpunk, as the futuristic/scifi-ish genres usually put me off for because I tend to find them kind of boring, but I really enjoyed the genre in Attollo and it made me want to read more things out of my comfort zone, instead of just fantasy. You've probably heard it a million times but the world building is absolutely incredible and so are all the characters. Everything in the story is so interesting that it keeps me wanting to know more about the lore and everything else. All the ROs are such moods honestly and incredibly written. Hope you have a great Christmas and New year. 💖

#goldfishbrainsquad sounds like a hash tag that can be applied to a TON of Attollo char sksks

Also thank you so much for your sweet words!! I'm glad my game encouraged you to give other games a try, and it never fails to make me happy to hear that you guys enjoy my world building and characters so much <3 thank you again, and I hope you have a great xmas and new years as well!!!

[scrumptious-delusion]

MESS IS MINE [PART 7]

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warnings: swearing, ANGST 😔, violence, mention of: sex (but no smut).

length: 3.7k

a/n: ...ok everyone, here it is. new things come to light and the past is revealed. i’m nervous because this is what y’all have been waiting for and guessing about, i hope it doesn’t disappoint - i feel like i kinda went from 0 to 100 real fast sksks.

Today marks three weeks.

Three weeks since that Friday night. The last time he, Steve, or Peggy saw you.

Bucky stares down at his phone, watching as the cursor blinks in the blank message box, waiting for him to begin typing.

After constantly nagging Steve for two days straight, Bucky had finally acquired your number.

Now he just needed to figure out what the hell he was going to say.

Bucky hadn’t intended on pursuing after you. He refused to force himself into your life when you so clearly didn’t want him there. However, two days ago his stance on not reaching out to you changed.

Despite previous turn downs, Steve had faithfully messaged you once again on Wednesday, inviting you to Bucky’s latest match - tonight’s match, only to receive his third ‘no thank you’ in response.

Though he tried to hide it, Bucky caught the disappointment in his friend’s drooped shoulders as he read the answer.

It was that disappointment that changed Bucky’s mind enough to reach out to you - just this once and then never again.

Hi Y/N, it’s Bucky.

Wincing, Bucky suddenly realises that sending this message instead of actually talking to you is an awful lot like history repeating itself. Except the choice isn’t his this time around.

I hope you don’t mind that I got your number from Steve, I just…

He sighs. A message couldn’t express everything he wanted you to know, but it was the best he had.

I just needed to message you because while he won’t say it, Steve really misses you, even Peggy does too.

I really miss you.

They shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of my actions, and I don’t want to be the reason any of you have to go without one another.

I would have done anything to make it up to you.

I hope you can work things out with them.

I wish we could have worked things out.

I’m sorry, for everything.

I wanted to say this to your face.

I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re happy.

I still love you. I always will.

You waltz out of work with a skip in your step. If the ten days of leave now awaiting you wasn’t enough to make you happy, the fact that you had just been let out of work early certainly was.

It was only one o’clock, meaning you had five extra hours at your disposal to do with as you pleased. You’d be crazy not to use this time to pack.

Originally, you were going to spend tomorrow morning packing and then leave. Now you could get your packing done today and leave earlier Saturday.

Your hometown was only a few hours drive away, so you’d have most of Saturday, along with the other eight days leading up to the birthday party, to spend with your father and friends.

Isaac was going to travel up next Saturday, the day before the party, and then you’d both head back to Brooklyn on Monday. He couldn’t afford too much time away from work at the moment but neither of you minded. It gave you more one-on-one time with your father.

“Shit.” You blurt out, assessing the traffic around you before making a u-turn.

Your duffel bag was still at Isaac’s house, along with some of your clothes. He was going to bring it over to your place tonight after work but that wouldn’t help you now with your change of plan.

You’ve been spending a lot of time at his place lately. In fact, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Isaac full stop. He always seemed to have something planned for the two of you.

It was nice to be busy with him, it definitely trumped spending your spare time sitting in your apartment watching television.

Pulling into his driveway, you realise that perhaps it’s time.

Time to take the next step with Isaac and move in with him, finally allowing your relationship to progress.

Smiling as you walk up to his front door, keys jingling in your hand, you picture what his reaction might be when you tell him that you’re ready.

The vibration of your phone draws your attention as you close the front door behind you. Reaching into your jean pocket, you pull it out and see a new message from an unsaved number.

Frowning, you open it.

Hi Y/N, it’s Bucky.

Surprise floods you. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, though perhaps a little less since you’ve last thought about him.

Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you keep reading.

I hope you don’t mind that I got your number from Steve, I just needed to message you because while he won’t say it, Steve really misses you, even Peggy does too. They shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of my actions, and I don’t want to be the reason any of you have to go without one another. I hope you can work things out with them. I’m sorry, for everything. I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re happy.

You read and re-read the message.

It leaves you feeling… guilty.

Shutting out Steve never sat well with you, but in your mind he was so intertwined with Bucky that you couldn’t see how letting him in didn’t let the other in as well. 

Perhaps you’d been wrong about it all. Perhaps… you needed to talk to Bucky, just once and then never again. So you both could let go and move on.

So you could give yourself over to Isaac completely, without any ropes of the past tying you back.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Distant sounds break your reverie and you send the phone screen dark as you pocket it, more than happy to ignore the message for the time being rather than figure out what to do about it.

Heading towards Isaac’s bedroom you register the noises again but by the time you actually process them it’s much too late for anything. You’re already standing in the doorway.

When you would watch movies where the protagonist walks in on their partner cheating, you used to wonder how you would react if you ever ended up in the same situation.

No second chances, that was a given. You always imagined being furious, throwing out insults and possibly even a punch your father had taught you.

Yet here you are, staring at Isaac as he lays naked on his bed with some woman on top of him, the two frozen in place at your presence, and you just feel numb.

Calmly - too calmly, you move past the bed, into the walk-in closet and grab your clothes, tossing them into your duffel bag on the ground. 

The whole reason you were even here in the first place.

Late nights at work, the weekend shifts.

How many of those had been genuine? 

You hadn’t thought much about the extra time Isaac now had to spend with you. You figured he was just moving things around with work, changing up his hours. 

Had he just been cutting back his time with…

You’re glad there’s only a couple of outfits to pack.

“Please, wait.” Isaac pleads when you stride back through the bedroom where he’s hastily pulling on a pair of shorts.

He patronised me about spending time with Bucky, meanwhile he was…

You quickly search through the living room and kitchen, grabbing anything that belongs to you.

“Let me explain.”

You’re not taking in anything Isaac’s saying. You’re still trying to understand what you saw, what is happening.

With all of your belongings zipped into the duffel bag, you stride to the front door and swing it open, tossing the house keys Isaac had given you over your shoulder as you step outside.

You had walked in resolute that you were going to move in with him, going to finally -

“Babe, please!”

Isaac’s still pursuing you, still begging.

Throwing your duffel bag on the backseat, you’ve just shut the car door when Isaac’s hand wraps around your wrist.

“Don’t touch me.” You practically growl, the sound foreign to your own ears as you slowly begin to feel something.

Isaac drops his hand like he’s been burnt, but boldly states. “It’s not what you think.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. 

“It’s not?” You question mockingly. “You haven’t been fucking someone else behind my back while making me feel guilty because I hung out with Bucky once? That’s not what’s happening right now?”

Turning away from him, you go to open your door but stop.

“How long?” You ask, staring at a hydrangea bush in the neighbour’s yard.

You need to know.

“Babe -”

Spinning around to face him again, you repeat “How long Isaac?”

“Almost four weeks.”

Almost four weeks? That was - that was a fucking month!

“Wow.” Is all you can spit out as you shake your head.

How did I not realise?

Isaac takes your silence as an invitation to keep talking. “She doesn’t mean anything to me babe I swear, it was just sex, just until you -”

You slap him.

It’s a knee jerk reaction that you’ll berate yourself for in hindsight. All of those moves your father taught you and you went with a slap? But your hand was already moving before you could even think about it.

“You -” Your voice wavers for a second, choked by emotion. “Don’t you dare try and use me to justify the fact that you’re a bastard with no fucking self control.” The words are venomous, but they roll off your tongue calmly. “Fuck you Isaac.”

Opening the driver’s door, you get in and slam it shut.

Isaac’s mouth is moving but you pay him no attention as you reverse out of the driveway and leave.

Your grip on the steering wheel is so tight your arms shake under the pressure, but the further you get from Isaac’s house, the more your hands relax.

There are multiple emotions clashing within you, all wanting to be let out and the eerie, calmful fury that had just been engulfing you is starting to give way to a different emotion, one that has your throat tightening and eyes itching.

You know you’re about to break down.

The feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket cuts through your spiralling and you’re instantly reminded of the message you received only - fuck, minutes ago. A lifetime ago.

It reminds you of Bucky.

Without any contemplation, you find yourself driving to Stark Gym.

You have no idea what you’re doing. All you know is that you need someone and right now that’s him.

It should concern you that you can’t recall the drive there as you step out of the car, a tear slipping down your cheek.

No one sits behind the reception desk that you stride past on your way to the hallway Steve had led you down all those weeks ago and it plants a seed of doubt.

The lack of people and noise has you despairing as you realise that Bucky probably isn’t even here, that no one is - that you’re alone.

A few more tears fall.

It’s at that very moment you hear it. Echoes of thuds and grunts that lift your hopes and carry you to the end of the hallway.

Stepping out into the training area, you find just two people.

With his back facing you, Bucky hammers into a punching bag that Steve holds steady.

Your feet propel you forward, a shaky sigh escaping you at the sight of them - him.

Steve notices you when you’re only a few feet away and surprise lights up his face in delight before it crumples as he takes in your appearance.

Realising that Steve’s grip on the bag has gone slack, Bucky looks up and sees the blond has become distracted by something behind him. Ending his assault against the punching bag, Bucky turns around, expecting to find Peggy.

Bucky’s never felt so much so intensely when he takes in your red rimmed eyes and watery cheeks.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” His voice sounds breathy, but it has nothing to do with his prior workout, rather the speed at which he asks the question.

That’s all it takes.

The term of endearment Bucky’s newly coined you with, the concern etched on his face, and the urgency in his tone as he takes a step forward causes the dam wall to break.

You open your mouth so say something - anything, as tears stream down your face, but all that comes out is a broken sound.

Bucky’s arms open and you fall into his chest, burying your face into the material of his tank top as his arms close around you tightly, his wrapped hands anchoring you to him.

There’s solace in Bucky’s warmth and strength, as the smell of sandalwood, sweat, and something you recognise as just him envelopes you.

Glancing over at Steve, Bucky sees the same troubled expression reflected on his own face.

Bucky wants to pull you back and find out what’s made you upset, but he knows that what you need right now is to just let it all out. His stomach twists and turns with anger knowing that something or someone has done this to you.

However, he can’t deny the small joy he feels in his heart that you’ve come to him.

Placing his mouth beside your ear, one of Bucky’s hands rubs at your back while the other brushes over your hair as he whispers soft comforts.

“It’s alright angel.”

“I’m here, you’re okay.”

The two of you stay like that for quite some time - Bucky gently rocking you from side to side while you let his deep voice soothe you.

Eventually the tears stop falling and your breathing starts evening out.

Lifting your head up from the wet stain you’ve made on Bucky’s tank top, you rest it in the crook of his neck, giving an occasional small hiccup.

When Bucky senses you’ve settled, he whispers into your hair “You wanna tell me what happened angel?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. Stepping back from Bucky, you wipe your cheeks of your remaining tears.

Bucky hides his disappointment well.

Your gaze lands on everything except him and Steve - who has been patiently waiting, as you voice “Isaac was cheating on me.”

Woah.

Saying it out loud…

Fury burns in Bucky’s chest and he almost shakes from the intensity of it.

“What?!” Steve’s reaction is more vocal.

Crossing your arms in a poor attempt to self-soothe, you still fail to meet their eyes. “I walked in on them earlier.” Though you feel tears welling in your eyes again, your voice hardens. “It’s been going on for almost a month and I’m so dumb for not realising -”

Steve’s hand around your right arm urges you to take a deep breath before finally meeting his gaze.

“He’s a piece of shit but you are not dumb.” His tone is soft but fire burns in those baby blues. “You -”

“Where?” Bucky steps forward, his face hard with anger.

You blink up at him.

“Huh?”

“No.”

Steve speaks at the same time as you, releasing your arm to grab Bucky’s instead.

“Get off me Steve, where does he live angel?”

Sighing, you shake your head. “No, it’s not worth it Bucky.”

“Not worth it?” Bucky exclaims incredulously. “He hurt you, he doesn’t get -”

“Don’t be stupid.” You enforce more harshly.

The trouble he could get into if he went out looking for a fight, the repercussions it could have on his career - Tony would kill him. You would kill him.

You can feel your tears and their corresponding emotion dissipating, giving way to another emotion fighting within you.

Steve’s trying to reason with Bucky but he’s just looking at the two of you like you’re the ones who have lost it. “I won’t let him -”

“I don’t need you to take care of my problems!” You cut off, irritated that he can’t see it’s a foolish notion.

Of course, it’s not really him you’re mad at right now, but his stupidity is drawing out the anger you’ve been waiting to feel since seeing Isaac lying on his bed with that woman.

“Yet here you are.”

Bucky regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth.

That sentence breaks you with a loud snap. That anger at Isaac, this whole situation, the past - that anger that’s been building and building over time, it all comes pouring out and the perfect target is standing right in front of you.

“Yeah, how pathetic right?” You support. “I came running to the guy who broke my heart first.”

Bucky winces, his mouth opening to apologise, to take back the heat-of-the-moment words -

“No.” You intervene, “You wanted to talk, let’s talk.”

“Maybe now isn’t the -”

“It’s as good a time as any, I’ve waited long enough!” You shout. “For five years I’ve wanted to tell you that you’re the biggest asshole on the planet!” Your hands lift on their own accord, flexing in anger. “How could you just leave without saying anything?”

“I -”

“And do not bring up that letter, it doesn’t count for shit Bucky, dammit. As if leaving behind two pieces of paper was supposed to make it all okay -”

“It wasn’t!” Bucky interrupts now, matching your tone. “I know! I know it made nothing better, but I couldn’t just leave you with nothing -”

“You never should have left me!” You rebuke, frustration making your voice more high-pitched. “You should have taken me with you, you should have told me what was going on!”

Tears are pooling in your eyes again, this time in indignation, and you feel exactly like you did that morning.

Standing on that lawn at eighteen years old, realising the love of your life was gone and god, you just - you screamed at the sky.

“I couldn’t! You - I wish I could have, shit of course I do, but I couldn’t -”

“So what?” You fume, “You decided to just fuck me and leave me?”

A pained silence falls across the room, the building, maybe the whole damn city after you speak those words.

Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut at your crude statement. “I never… it wasn’t like that, you know that.”

“Oh, do I?” You mock weakly.

Bucky opens his blue eyes, pinning you under his unyielding gaze. 

“Yes, you know that wasn’t some ‘wham bam’ bullshit. I love you and that night was special, it was real. Fuck, I tried to distance myself from you that last month, but I’m a selfish asshole who couldn’t and then that last night when you - I know I should have told you no because I was leaving in the morning but I… I couldn’t, not when I wanted that with you too and dammit, I’m so sorry.”

Tears glisten in Bucky’s steel blue eyes while they trail down your cheeks.

It feels like the wind’s been knocked out of you.

“Why -” Your voice cracks. “Why didn’t you ask me to go with you?”

A question you had repeated to yourself over and over.

“Because I knew you would have gone with me, and I didn’t want you to give up your dream, not for me.”

Shaking your head furiously, you argue “I wouldn’t have been giving up anything Bucky, you -”

“California! That was your dream. You always talked about it, long before we ever started dating and I refused to let you sacrifice it for me.”

A scream works its way up your throat only to come out as a strangled whine. “You moron!” You profess, “California was - weren’t you listening Bucky? The actual dream was something new, something different and exciting!”

“California was just where I always imagined myself finding those things, but then you came along and I fell in love. You were my new, my different and exciting. California didn’t change because you always told me you could box anyplace and dammit Bucky! I would have gone with you anywhere, I would have stayed in that town for the rest of my fucking life if it meant I got to be with you!”

Your heart hurts. You feel raw and cut open, like if you look down you’ll see you’re bleeding out onto the floor.

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes as his hands lift and drop. “I never…” He runs both his hands through his hair “I know all I’ve done is hurt you, but I never, ever meant to. I just wanted you to be happy and I didn’t think you would be in New York, and I clearly - I really fucked everything up, I know. Not a day goes by where I don’t wish I did it all differently. If I could change the past…”

“You should have told me.” You assert. “Even if it had been on the morning you left with Steve, you should have talked to me instead of leaving that letter. You should have given me closure Bucky! How was I ever supposed to really move on?”

“I know, I know, but… you did move on, didn’t you?” It’s not asked unkindly, but desperately - a need to know that he hadn’t left you with an open wound for five whole years.

“Oh yeah.” You chuckle bitterly. “Into a fantastic relationship where I got cheated on. You wanna know what bullshit Isaac threw at me as I was leaving?”

You don’t wait for a response.

“He said he was only screwing around because I was making him wait. I hadn’t slept with him yet because for some crazy reason, I had a fear of it all going to shit the moment I did.”

You’ve had sex since Bucky, some one night stands in California after cliche college parties, but there hadn’t been any emotional attachment involved. You didn’t care if they were gone by morning because you wanted them to be.

Isaac however, had been a completely different scenario.

Bucky has no idea what to say.

“I’m sorry,” He rasps.

You shrug your shoulders, chin wobbling. “Yeah.”

“I - I’d never ask you to forgive me, but I just need you to know that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you and you were never just some girl to me, you were everything and I just… I’m sorry, I need you to know that.”

And you do. You do.

But it doesn’t change anything.

“I know.”

With that, you leave.

[jinie]

bedtime memories | kth

❥ Pairing: Taehyung x reader

❥ Genre(s): pure fluff

❥ Word count: 3061

❥ Rating: PG-13

❥ Warnings & tags: established relationship, Tae is a sweeatheart, brief mentions of sex, this might be really sappy sksks

❥ Summary: Going down memory lane with your boyfriend at two in the morning turns out to be exactly what you needed to slow down your racing mind.

A/N: @taehyung-me-down​ this is your gift!! Happy birthday bb <3 I hope you’ll like it, I did my best to bring you some good quality fluff! Ily and I hope you’ll have an amazing day uwu thanks for always being there for me!! Also, a special thanks to Mari @shadowsremedy​ who helped me with the summary! <3 (on a side note, wow, I can’t belive I’m finally posting something sksks) 

Taehyung suddenly felt aware of his surroundings, his sleep going away too quickly and for no apparent reason. He felt you shifting your weight beside him and sighed softly, trying to find a more comfortable position as well, in hopes he'd go back to his deep slumber. A chilly breeze came in through the open window beside the bed and he wondered if the cold air was what woke him up in the first place, but quickly shook the thought off, giving in to the drowsiness.

He felt his body relaxing and his mind was starting to doze off, but then you shifted in the mattress again and let out a low, frustrated sigh. He stirred from his sleep, curious, and opened his eyes as he lazily reached for his phone under the pillow. He yawned and turned on his screen to check what time it was.

2:48 AM.

The sudden brightness in the dark bedroom caught your eye and, as your boyfriend turned to face you, wondering why weren't you asleep, you let out a surprised "oh".

"Am I moving too much? Did I wake you up?", you asked. Your voice came out hoarse, and it sounded more tired than you had expected.

"It's ok," Taehyung assured, even though you tossing and turning in bed was probably what woke him up. "Are you alright?"

The subtle moonlight that entered the room by the window wasn't enough to make it bright but your eyes, that remained open the whole night, were used to the darkness. You could see Taehyung's concerned gaze and his brown messy hair, the wavy strands pointing at all directions and slightly smashed against the pillow. The pale moonlight made his eyes glow beautifully and you reached out a hand, slowly caressing his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, " you nodded. "I just... can't sleep."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just can't quiet my mind down. There are so many thoughts crossing my head... And I can't seem to get comfortable," you answered. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

Taehyung could tell the guilt you hid behind the sweet tone you used. You never liked to wake him up when you couldn't sleep, even if talking to him could help you to relax. Although he couldn't see your face clearly, he could also tell you were tired and probably had bags under your eyes. Could he do anything for you?

"Are you worried about something?" he questioned, accurately pointing out what was wrong. Your boyfriend knew you too well after so many years together...

"I guess," you admitted. "College is taking a toll on me lately, and work is stressful too."

"You have lectures tomorrow morning. You won't be able to focus and take notes if you don't sleep at least a little bit."

"I know..." you sighed. "But I feel like I'm gonna fail anyway, paying attention or not."

You sounded bitter. Taehyung hated how you looked away when you were done speaking and how your body was tense, he hated how you felt restless and how you worried about such things. He believed those were just useless thoughts running through your mind at the moment, but he knew how distressed you could get over them and he hated the way you kept quiet about it. He always insisted on the idea that, maybe, if you voiced your concerns and shared them with him, you'd feel a little better.

However, as much as he'd like to go into detail about your feelings, Taehyung knew you were both tired. So, instead of keeping the conversation going, he decided to just be there for you. The talk could be postponed to later, you had all the time in the world to sit down and share your thoughts.

"Come here," he said, opening his arms to you.

Without hesitation, you accepted his invitation, beaming at the gesture. Even though it was a summer night and the warmth of your bodies together could get too hot to handle, his warmth was still very welcome. As you settled in his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist, you finally felt comfortable for the first time. His arms felt like home, like the safest and coziest place in the world.

Taehyung could feel your body relaxing next to his, and to help ease the tension you were feeling, he stroked your hair lightly. His touches were soothing and you felt goosebumps running your body. Soon you also felt like your problems were starting to disappear and all you wanted to do was to close your eyes and forget about everything, but you were still unable to fall asleep.

Somehow, the silence in the room felt too loud. Sure, noises were coming from the street every now and then, like some car passing the street or some dog barking in the distance, and the ceiling fan quietly buzzed above your heads. You could listen to Taehyung's calm breath as well as your own, but it all felt too quiet, quiet enough for your thoughts to get loud and creep in your mind again.

"Can you tell me a story?", you asked, breaking the silence. Suddenly, Taehyung's deep voice sounded like just what you needed. You've always liked to listen to him, something about his voice was very soothing and you knew that, at this moment, it'd help to keep all the unwanted feelings and thoughts out.

"What?", Taehyung asked, confused for a second.

"Tell me a story," you repeated.

You looked up at him and your boyfriend slightly tilted his head. "Like, a bedtime story? Why would you want me to do that?" he chuckled, not getting the point of doing so.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I just wanna hear your voice."

"Oh?"

"It calms me down," you confessed, looking away while you felt your cheeks burning in slight embarrassment. You had never told him how much you liked his voice, how you could listen to him talking for hours. It was like admitting a guilty pleasure of yours. "I think it's gonna help me to fall asleep."

"Well, what should I talk about, then?", he asked with a small smile on his lips, as he now began rubbing circles on your back and shoulders with his fingertips. Your revelation caught Taehyung off guard, he wasn't expecting to hear that out of all things you could've said. He never imagined you'd find comfort in such a simple thing as his voice, but it made him immensely happy to know about it. He liked to know you could rely on him the same way he relied on you, you were also a safe place for him, the one person who could make all his troubles go away like magic.

"Anything you want, really. I just wanna hear you," you answered quietly, the slightest bit of expectation growing inside you.

You waited while Taehyung decided on what to talk about. Should he tell you about his day? Should he come up with some story? Did you want to listen to some fairytale? He kept wondering for a few seconds until what seemed the perfect idea popped in his mind.

"You know, I think it's really funny how you squeal when you're excited," he said, a fond smile forming on his lips as he thought about you earlier that day.

During the afternoon, you were discussing the idea of getting a pet and when Taehyung agreed to have a small dog, which was allowed in your apartment, you started to squeal. It was something you've always done, since childhood, and he knew you hated it. He knew it was involuntary and that you didn't like it when people pointed it out. To him, it was a cute habit nonetheless and when he thought about the highlights of his day, it was the first thing that came to mind. You squealing, your happy and shiny eyes, and the way your smile was so wide... His heart fluttered in his chest as he recalled the moment. He loved to see you happy and excited about things.

"Hey, no!", you gave his chest a light slap in between giggles. "If you talk about that I'm gonna quick you out of bed!"

"I highly doubt it," he replied, looking down at your pouty face and chuckling in amusement.

"But seriously, don't tease me about that!"

"You said I could talk about anything," he protested in an amused voice.

"You know it makes me embarrassed," you mumbled, getting comfortable in his arms again, and waiting for him to start over.

Taehyung thought your reaction was adorable and he would've kept on teasing you, but he had no energy to do so.

"Alright, I won't tease anymore," he promised, smiling. "I thought it was a good idea to talk about memories, though."

"What memories?" you questioned, interested.

"Remember our first kiss?" he asked back. "It tasted like vanilla."

"What?" you chuckled on his chest. "How do you even remember that?"

"You don't?" he inquired quite surprised.

"No," you admitted, shaking your head lightly. "But that was back in high school, how could I remind such details?"

"Well, I remember as if it happened yesterday. You passed the exams with good grades, even on the subjects you were failing, so I decided to treat you as a reward. We went for ice cream after school. I was so proud of you, for working hard and achieving good results... By that time, I already liked you a lot." Taehyung's deep voice felt peaceful and soothing in the darkness and, although it was low and he sounded a bit sleepy, his voice was the only thing you could focus on. You could listen to him for hours and it made you feel like everything was alright. "I was nervous. Like, I was shitting myself," he laughed, "but I decided if I didn't do it at that moment, I'd never be able to. So I kissed you right after you finished your ice cream and it tasted like vanilla," he continued. 

"Oh," you exclaimed, surprised. "I didn't know you had such a good memory... But you really kissed me out of the blue."

He nodded. "And then I confessed... It was one of the best choices I've ever made."

"You're such a sap," you said teasingly, but a small smile appeared on your lips. Taehyung wasn't one to show his feelings through words a lot, so listen to him say these types of things made you feel happy, it felt really special.

"Do you remember when we decided to move in together? I remember as if it was yesterday," he kept on talking.

You nodded, as a smile made its way to your face once more.

"In our first night here we had no furniture," he reminisced. "There was a delay in the delivery of our stuff..."

"Yeah, so we slept on a few blankets in the living room for the first two days," you agreed, your smile growing wider as you recalled the empty apartment and how everything felt so fresh back then.

"I remember we were both in our pajamas already, wearing socks and getting ready to sleep, but I was so excited to be moving in together that I still had a lot of energy. So I waited for you and when you came out of the bathroom I grabbed your hand and started to slide on the flooring with you."

"I remember that too," you laughed, recalling the night. Now, living together had become routine and you've created so many other memories since then... However, you would always cherish those times too, when everything was new.

"I guess I'll never forget the face you made and how you were screaming we'd fall until we stopped. But, then, you started to laugh and said you wanted to do it again. And we kept playing like two kids until we really fell down. That was such a good day... It always makes me happy to think about it."

"How did you even discover we could slide like that?" you asked, suddenly curious about where he got that random idea from.

"I was gonna wait for you outside the bathroom and kiss you. I wanted to surprise you and tell you how happy I was, but I slipped and fell on my butt when I got up from the blankets."

You giggled, picturing the scene perfectly in your mind. "I never heard about that."

"Then I just thought we could have some fun," he shrugged. "You were a bit stressed about moving and all the things we still had to unpack and organize, so I thought it was a good idea to make you laugh a bit. And it worked, I never thought we could get that happy over something so silly!" 

"Keep going," you blurted out in a whisper, eager to hear more. Taehyung's voice came out softly, in a low tone that was so calming... You couldn't help but want him to keep talking, especially because you were getting an insight into how he felt about your moments together.

"I remember it was also our anniversary that day, right?" he continued, as per request. "I was feeling bad for not being able to get you something in time, but we ended up having the time of our lives that night. It was fun," he smiled, feeling his chest grow warm as the memory came back to him so vividly. It was a moment of his life he would always cherish. "I remember when I laid down I realized I'd wake up next to you every day from then on and I was so happy... Sounds sappy now," he chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "But I was so happy that our relationship was evolving back then."

"Hm? Is that so?" you asked, slightly tightening your grip around his waist as happiness seemed to flood your chest. Then you yawned. Your eyelids were starting to feel a little heavy and you made no effort to keep them open as more words left Taehyung's mouth. He was in a daze, reminiscing the past.

"Oh, and a few days later, we had our first time... I guess that's when I felt like our relationship was getting really serious. I felt like we were taking such a big step," he confessed, his smile growing bigger. "I remember it perfectly. That's one of the moments I can recall the best."

"Tell me more," you whispered. You wanted to see his face and what kind of look he had on, but you couldn't bring your tired body to obey your wishes and you kept your eyes closed, feeling more and more somnolent as you enjoyed his featherlight touches on your back and how the circles he was rubbing on your skin made your body shiver.

"You insisted real bad even though you were shaking in nervousness," he chuckled. "And I really wanted to make you feel good, but I was a bit unsure as well."

Taehyung gently hugged you, not even aware of your current state. You were probably not assimilating all of his words anymore, but it didn't matter, he just kept talking. And, as he remembered that moment, he held you in his arms nostalgically.

"It all went away when you started to let yourself go, though. I remember how it felt awesome hearing your moans for the first time... I'm not sure if I should've been gentler, but it was hard not to lose myself once your shyness disappeared. I don't know why, even though that wasn't the best one, that night really was something else... I especially love the way your breath hitched right before I brought you over the edge," he smirked. "And then you kept on calling my name. You were amazing..." Taehyung stopped, as if leaving a trance, suddenly catching himself in embarrassment. How could he say such things so easily?

He quickly looked down, not sure about how you would react to such a revelation, only to find your figure buried in his chest and notice you were completely relaxed. He, then, noticed your steady and calm breaths. You were finally resting...

He smiled in content and adoration as he looked at you. He never really told you all of these things and how he felt about these moments before, but seeing your happy features was enough to convince him this was the type of talk you should have more often, especially to cheer you up or help you to relax. 

If you weren't trying to sleep, and looking so comfortable on his arms, Taehyung definitely would have pulled you into a kiss. However, he didn't want to disrupt you, since you were finally sleeping. Instead, he decided a few sincere words would be enough at that instant.

"I never told you about these things before, right? But I just want you to know I'm grateful for each and every moment we had together so far. I wouldn't trade what we have for nothing in the world."

He had put his heart into such words and even though you were drowsy, half asleep already, you could tell he really meant that. A small smile appeared on your lips and your heart fluttered in your chest just the slightest bit.

"I love you," you said, before completely giving in to sleep. Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but you knew your feelings would reach him.

Taehyung smiled as well. "I love you, (Y/N)," he said back.

And with that, he kissed the top of your head and finally allowed himself to close his eyes and relax again. A feeling of satisfaction and happiness overflowing him, as Taehyung thought about how much he loved having you on his arms, how he didn't want to ever let you go and how he wanted to be able to sleep and wake next to you again, every day, until the very end of his life. Even if, sometimes, sleeping and waking up next to you meant waking up in the middle of the night and losing a few hours of sleep just to talk about anything in particular.

He could swear he felt you smiling against his chest and he could tell he was probably smiling too, but slumber was taking over too quickly for him to check. 

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 5X3 Free to be You and Me

huh oh right they're split up

boy I'm curious to see what's gonna happen

huh open on Sam

like yes, protagonist, but

JESSICA

man she hasn't aged

boy it's nice she's remembered tho

poor Sam and the constant violation of his bodily autonomy

see it's shot like that one lucifer thing

Oh simple man, ok wow

O H CUT TO DEAN

I like this one

Great American Loneliness

Dean canonically knows about twilight

goDDAMN THIS IS GOOD THO

OH MY GOD SAME WAY OF DEALING WITH MUSIC AND THE RADIO OMG

Bedlund started it and they all just liked it so much

CAS!! CAS CAS CAS!!

WHEN DID THEY TALK ABOUT IT

SKSKS HE CALLED BOBBY

O H RAPHAEL

teenage mutant ninja angel

OHDFSAO OH MY GOD

“are you flirting with me” “I’m fucking trying to”

IT’S A TROPE IT’S LITERALLY A RELATIONSHIP TROPE

Cas and his complete sincerity vs. Dean and quips :)

K E I T H ?

o h world peace oof

Sam the Slightly Off kid is SO GOOD

CAS THATS NOT A PLAN

AW HE’S TELLING HIM HUMANS LIE AWWWW

HE FIXES HIS TIE

A W W W W W

the president quip also feels pointed at the times

cas *stares*

THE BADGE THING AWWWW

IT’S THE DEMONS- no no it’s not

aww their dynamic is so good I love it

actual humor just by virtue of people oh my god I love castiel

BOBBY YOU SARCASTIC FUCKER

I do like the dichotomy of like…Sam liked hunting the most but has to give it up(established in the office au) like he’s growing into it

he fucking LOOKS ethereal

“you do” jesus cas

“last night on earth” I’m going feral what the fuck was this

NO HE’S FLIRTING HE’S 100% FLIRTING

S H Y C A S

they’re so fucking funny oh my god I’m cackling

BERT AND ERNIE COMMENT W H Y WHAT WAS THE POINT W H Y

listen…I get it…but also…apocalypse

Sam b ru h

although to be entirely fair, he might be more of a liability

aw I like Lindsay although she’s gonna be…dead probably

CASTIEL OH MY G OD

THE GAY PANIC

HE HAS BLUESCREENED SO HARD

HE IS CHUGGING THE BEER

THE FEAR IN HIS FUCKING EYES OH MY G O D

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS OH MY GOD

HE LOOKED HER DEAD IN THE EYE AND BROUGHT UP HER ABSENT FATHER AHAHA

oh we’ve got themes of world weary in one way vs naive in one way and also knowledgable of the Universe vs the whole GED thing that gets brought up in fic and AAA

“years” oh no Dean :(

I do like the wandering archetype for him actually tbh

Aw she’s three years sober

“come and get me you little bastard” damn I LOVE HIM

WHELP IT WORKED!

IMAGERY WAS SO COOL

Also Dean hunches over they’re about the same height now

he deflects so Cas is ok aw

THE COMPOSURE CRACK! THE COMPOSURE CRACK!!!!

“It was his idea” * B I T C H *

gOd iS dEaD anD we have kIllEd Him

ah there we got to the lindsay death :(

the ages old “what do when god is gone, would he let this happen”

oH VERY NICE ABANDONMENT ISSUES WITH DEAN

“just cuz shit’s fucked up doesn’t mean you make it more fucked up” VERY NICE

“godless universe” and yeah it be like that

post office sksks

ooo it being lucifer is a Nice Touch

it’s not true but still cool

MY LITTLE BITCH

WHAT HE SAID AHAHA

ah JEEZ HE GOT FORCEFED THE BLOOD N O

and he does hulk out but like…human hulk out

AW DEAN CHECKED ON CAS

MISSING FATHERSSSS AW

“you gotta do what you believe” AWW

“we’re not so different you and I” type beat AW

Dean being happy without Sam is Ouch but also

it’s different with not being responsible for someone

aw he’s happy

nO CAS COME BACK NOT THAT ALONE

PEOPLE CAN CHANGE IS IMPORTANT MESSAGE

Ah it’s luci

whelp that must have been violating

heh vessel bros

“and I’ll just bring you back” IS H O R R I F Y I N G, and worse, it’s set up

sincere villain is so interesting though damn

okok wrap:

1. straining against budget. listen it’s painfully clear that Supernatural wants to be more than it is. Like the fact that they burn through a lot of really popular songs(budget) at the beginning is like. there’s a vision, and it can’t be reached. Although in some cases that constraint ends up for the better(I think my fav example is Misha’s crazy hair), other times it ends up well. But the idea that it wants to be more than it is? I go Feral, I want to Eat Glass

No wonder this is like the Most Fanficced Show

2. simple man. I really liked the mirroring montage. They lean TOO heavily on the radio gag(have it be a tape, have it be SOMETHING else so it’s not the same thing two episodes in a row) but I thought it was a good time passing/show the dichotomy montage

actually speaking of

3. dichotomy!! like we know from the office ep/season 4 Sam is down to fight(always more like John, always more taken in by revenge and pain and power etc etc), and Dean has been reticent, wants a normal life, in both Yellow Fever and office ep, and they had to do the other things. And “Weirder” still, Dean is happy! like yeah Sam is Burdened, but Dean is happy to just…vibe for the first time in his life

ok see it’s different cuz a younger sibling is still responsibility, it isn’t technically equal, so Dean was never able to relax because John’s an absent father. the younger sibling thing

but their dichotomy here was very good, and I liked the simple man was highlighted. Once again, Sam being miserable in a normal life(like he always prolly would have been) but Dean finding himself way from his family.

3. Sam I REALLY liked the wandering archetype for Sam. Him actually going to figure shit out would be interesting, but they never actually have the time, or leave the time, for people to go through with it and it’s a shame! Weird Kid Sam would be so cool to see around in a story

also sidetone, but once you notice how little agency Sam has like…ever…like wow, this kid never had a choice thanks to destiny, and that SUCKS

slowly getting more on the Sam Hype Train tbh

4. Cas listen. Not only is Cas’s grapple with his absent father cool, he’s genuinely funny to be around! Like him and Dean have a fucking fantastic dynamic, he Acts Different than Humans(thanks Misha Collins holy hell) so it’s incredibly clear something’s off and it’s just

like it’s so good to have a character like that, he’s just so cool.

Also…Dean was flirting. that was flirting. THAT WAS LITERALL-

WHY BRING UP BERT AND ERNIE LIKE THAT UNPROMPTED

THE CONSTANT LOOKING AT HIM

See I thought people were exagerrating! Like even Merlin I can kinda see what they were going for sometimes!

WHAT WAS THIS!? IT WAS SO CLEAR OH MY GOD

5. absent fathers. Ok listen. Dean sympathizing with Cas because of trying to find an absent father(ties into the beginning of the show, dad’s on a hunting trip etc) and giving him hope to find him is SO CUTE! Like Dean giving Cas hope because of similar situations! Cas letting Dean finally relax! GOOD

Also I mentioned it, but their dichotomy of like…I think streetsmarts(Dean) and booksmarts(Ig universesmarts tho, he knows a lot of Weird Things) IS SO INTERESTING and COOL and AHH

ALLONS Y

[snowrobin-133]

Wizard Alice Headcanon

Hi yes I am joining in with the headcanons lol. Sorry if these are super bad since this is my first time doing something like this and idk how to write lmao

The concept of this magic is similar to that of the magic in Cradle. It takes energy to use magic instead of it sapping away at your life. There's also only one type of magic; there's no wild/natural object, such as the magic crystals, that would have natural magic properties. There were objects that had magic but that magic was inserted(?) into the object. Certain spells also required incantations and can take time to do but otherwise most spells would be instantaneous.  And that's the gist of the magic the mc uses.

Thanks to @plumpblueberry and @pianoperson for beta reading and pointing out stuff!

I’ll only be doing 3 suitors from the Black and Red Army but onto the HC, enjoy!!

~~Black Army~~

Ray

Ray was shooketh shook to learn you had magic

You had told him yourself a few weeks into your new relationship

He asked a simple question, concern in his eyes

If your magic was similar to his then he would most definitely tell you to not use your magic often or not at all

You assure him though, saying that your magic only takes energy, not your life force (years? Idk sksks)

It doesn't do much to assure him though

He was worried about you collapsing from exhaustion

It would also make you a bigger target for the rouge magic tower disciples running around

Although it does help him to know that you have a way of protecting yourself if something were to happen

He hugs you from behind, asking you in a soft voice, "Just don't overdo it too much."

You smiled softly and nodded before snuggling into his embrace

As the two of you cuddled, he asked you questions about your magic with a curious gaze

Although he was still worried, it was still curious to see someone, who is supposed to be from the land of reason that had no magic, have magic

Later on in the relationship, he'll grow to trust you with your magic and will be more lenient on your uses of it

Luka

He saw you using magic in the kitchen

A simple levitation spell to bring you some ingredients

He dropped his diary as soon as he saw you waving your hands and ingredients flew toward you and the diary landed with a loud thump

You immediately stop the spell and all the ingredients that were floating to you fell to the ground

You turned around and saw Luka

He was staring in surprise

He then asked if that was magic and hesitantly, you nodded

You knew you could trust him but it was still hard to tell others about your magic

Instead of questioning you about it, he walked over to the items you had dropped and started picking them up

He stood up after picking them all up and placed them on the counter

“...You probably shouldn’t be using them as freely as you’ve been doing.” he murmured

You looked at him in surprise

After a few seconds, you smiled softly and nodded

The two of you started to work on the dishes for dinner and talked about your magic in hushed whispers

Fenrir

The first time he saw you use magic was when a disciple had attacked you

You were shopping at Central Quarter when you found yourself at a dead end

Suddenly, 2 disciples had appeared behind you with magic crystals in their hands

They attacked you and you used your power to reflect the spells to protect yourself.

As the magic crystal the disciple was using ran out of magic, he drew a sword and lunged at you

At that point, Fenrir had found you and was about to shoot the disciple

He was too slow though because you had used a spell to block the sword

He watched in surprise as you used magic to conjure up a whip

Using the whip, you knocked out the disciples quickly

You fell to the ground after exerting much of your energy reflecting the spells and conjuring the whip

Fenrir rushed over to you and you looked at him in surprise

Had he seen you use your magic?

He made sure you were alright before asking you multiple questions

As he rambled, you burst out giggling

He paused in surprise before joining you

As both of your laughter died down, you looked to the disciples

Fenrir got up with a smile and went off to tie the disciples up

As he tied them up, he proudly bragged, “My girl can beat up anyone including these jerks.”

You blushed in embarrassment but laughed anyway.

More Under the cut!

~~Red Army~~

Lancelot (takes place during his route)

He was hiding from Kyle when he caught you in the middle of practicing your magic

You were under the shade of a tree in a corner of the land around the headquarters when he found you

He was about to walk up to you but noticed a bright light in your hands

He watched in surprise as you didn’t react to it and instead murmured something incomprehensible

He stayed silent, letting you finish the spell, not wanting any consequences

Once you finished up, you realized someone was near you and immediately turned around in alarm

You relaxed as you realize it was Lancelot

He walked up to you, surprise still evident on his face

Although that surprise quickly vanished

He put on a stoic expression but his mind was filled with concern

Similarly to Ray, if your magic was similar to theirs then he would tell you to never use it or to not use it often

And again, if word got out about your magic, then you would be an even bigger target

He looked at you for sometime and you eventually looked away, embarrassed by his gaze

You wondered if he would say anything about your magic

He probably saw you as even more of a bigger threat now

"...Don't use your magic so carelessly." He spoke with an emotionless voice

You looked at him in confusion, like usual, you couldn't read him even as he turned around and walked away

As he walked away, he made a silent vow to never let the magic tower know of your magic and to try harder to keep you out of their clutches

Soon enough Kyle found him, forcing him to take his shots

Kyle

He found out about your magic when you had no choice but to heal someone with it

He was called onto the scene, but it seemed that you got there first

He jumped to conclusions, thinking that your magic was like the magic in Cradle, and immediately swooped in, stopping you

You yelped out in alarm and turned to him in surprise

Panic and fear was evident in his eyes as he asked you to leave the healing to him

You stayed silent for a few seconds and reluctantly agreed and backed away

Kyle spent the rest of the day taking care of the injured person but at the back of his mind were many questions

When he finally finished, he went to look for you

He found you in your room at the Red Army headquarters, sitting on your bed

Sitting down beside you, both of you stayed quiet for a few seconds

You broke the silence first, asking if he was mad at you

He stayed silent but replied with a quiet no

His mind was still whirling with questions as he thought before letting out one question

"Will… Can, it kill you?"

You took a few seconds to process the question

With a gentle smile you hugged him from behind whispering a small no

Kyle didn't respond but you could feel his tense muscles relax as he put his hand over yours

Zero (Contains spoilers of his route)

He found out about your magic when he saved you from the disciple (at the start of his route)

He was patrolling and saw you attack the robed guy with a magical orb

He stood there frozen in surprise before shaking out of it and jumping in to help

The two of you worked together to fight against the robed man before more of them started to gather

He picked you up, deciding to jump down the cliff with you

As you fell down the cliff, you panicked and use your magic to land safely on the ground

What you didn't expect was that you would land in a river

As you and Zero climbed out of the river, you thought about using magic to dry yourself

Your thoughts were cut short as your knees gave out from below you

Zero caught you just in time before landing on the ground

"Are you ok?" He asked hurriedly

You nodded and thanked him

With his help you shakily stood up

He started to walk you out of the forest, letting you use him as support

He never questioned you about your powers and stayed silent, for which you were grateful for

Although he stayed silent, his mind was whirling with questions

He also realized that since the disciple saw you using your magic, you would be in even more danger

After getting to the civil center and talking with Blanc and Zero, you had agreed to stay at the Red Army Headquarters

Silently he made a vow to try harder to protect you, especially now with the discovery of your magic

Hope you all liked this!!

[benhardyisdaddy]

Just Between Us - Part 2

MASTERLIST 

(hello i hope u all like this part sksks it feels like a slow burn, but i swear the next chapter wont be bad and the angst will be good so enjoy cuz im gettin there lolol <3)

Word Count: 2,561

Almost a twelve hour flight. An almost twelve hour flight with four men who couldn’t sit still for two seconds. When the pilot gave the OK for everyone to unbuckle and roam around freely, it was chaos. Freddie was singing loudly as he paced back and forth, drink in hand. John sat crisscrossed on a small table, writing lyrics down on a notepad and humming loudly. Brian was playing his guitar and practicing what Freddie was singing, all while Roger stood up and drummed on the back of a seat with his drumsticks at full power. You were sleep deprived and so badly wanted to shut your eyes and sleep through the plane ride, but they were making it impossible.

After the eight hour mark, you told yourself you needed to stand up and stretch. Your legs were sore and your butt was numb. You slowly stand from your seat and raise your arms above your head and stretch. Your shirt rises up and exposes a portion of your belly. Roger glances over and pauses as he stares. You lower them to your sides and turn around, your eyes locking with his. You look away quickly and begin walking towards Freddie. He spots you and smiles widely.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” he says, handing you a drink.

You bring it up to your nose and sniff. Vodka. You shake your head as you bring it to your lips and take a sip. Your face scrunches up at the strong drink as you swallow. Roger half laughs at your expression.

“Only have three hours left.” says Brian, pausing his guitar playing.  

“Thank god.” you say, taking another sip.

Your shoulders throb from how long you were sat in your seat for. You wince as you roll your head and bring your hand up to your shoulder and squeeze.

“Sore?” asks Rog, watching you.

You look to him and sadly smile as you place your drink down. He walks up behind you and steps close.

“May I?” he asks, holding his hands over your shoulders.

You’re shocked by his offer as you turn to look at him.

“Oh! Um,” you move your hair out of the way and turn back around. “Sure. Thank you.”

He smiles as his hands gently work on your shoulders. It feels amazing. Your head dips forward as you groan at his touch. He massages you slowly and works out every kink you have. You roll your head to the side and moan loudly. The rest of the boys all look at each other and shake their heads, knowing what Roger was doing.

“Oh my god.” you moan out, ignoring everything else around you.

Roger smirks as he steps even closer to you and digs a little more deeper. Your mouth falls open as he hits a sore spot and rubs. You squeeze your eyes closed, moan loudly and suddenly Roger freezes. He rubs once more then removes his hands. You frown as you roll your head once more, not wanting him to stop. You turn around and smile up to him, but he looks weird. His face is a bit serious as his hands are clasped together in the front of himself.

“Thank you for that.” you say.

He awkwardly smiles to you.

“You’re welcome. I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turns around and quickly makes his way to planes bathroom. The door shuts behind him and you look at the boys for an explanation. They know exactly why he rushed to the bathroom, but they would never tell you. Your moans had did something to him and he needed to ‘take care of it’ as they would say. Freddie then walks up to you and attempts to change the subject.

“How about you lean your seat back and try to get some sleep before we get there, okay?” he says sweetly, watching tiredness fill your face.

You sleepily smile and yawn as you make your way back to your seat and lean it back all the way. You lay back and onto your side, facing the window. You stare out as your eyes slowly close. You feel a blanket draped over you and you smile to yourself as you doze off to sleep.

***

“Y/n.”

You stir around and open your eyes as your name is being whispered. You rub your face and groan.

“Y/n.”

You turn around quickly as Roger’s hand is on your arm. He smiles to you and you groggily smile back.

“Hey, we’re about to land. They wanted us to put our seat belts on.”

You hurriedly sit up and look around. You were still half asleep, confused and foggy. Roger smiles to himself as he watches you blink awake.

“Here, I’ll help.” he says as he reaches over and grabs your seat buckle.

You freeze as he wraps them around your waist and clasps them. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your face. He buckles you in and as he leans away, his hand slides over your upper thigh. You look over to him with butterflies in your stomach and he smiles to you before looking forward. You feel the plane begin to lower and prepare for landing. You close your eyes and grip your seat hard. Your nerves were all over the place. You get scared when your plane lands and you were trying to keep yourself calm.

“Hey,” says Roger.

You look over to him and gulp.

“You alright?” he asks worried.

You nod and look forward once more, closing your eyes.

“Yeah, just hate the landing part.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he speaks again.

“Here,” he says.

You look back over to him and his hand is reaching out for yours. You stare at it for a second before realizing what he was trying to do. You look back to him and nervously smile before you grab it. He squeezes it lightly as you grip it for dear life. You close your eyes once more, but holding his hand is comforting and helps. You start to relax as the plane begins to land.

“It’s almost over.” he whispers to you calmly. “Almost there.”

***

The landing went smoothly and the pilot gave you all the OK for unbuckling and exiting. You realize you’re still holding Roger’s hand as you stand up, so you hurriedly pull it away and attempt to ignore the awkwardness. Freddie walks up to you and offers you his hand this time, which you happily oblige and take. You were not expecting the amount of paparazzi and fans waiting for the boys at the airport. When your jet landed you could already hear the screams and shouts coming from all over. The boys all looked at each other with stars in their eyes as you all walk off the jet and look around. It’s pitch black out and your eyes have to adjust. You look to Fred confused and yawn.

“What time is it here?” you ask.

All of you make your way to the airports doors as you’re greeted by a bunch of men in all black.

“Almost two in the morning.” says Fred.

You look to him fast, your eyes widen.

“Almost two am and people are waiting for you?” you ask shocked.

Fred laughs as Roger walks up beside you and leans in.

“Can you blame them?” he asks as he winks and walks ahead of you all.

You can’t help but smirk as you all greet the men waiting for you. They turn out to be hired bodyguards for the band. They make a barrier between you all and the crazed fans waiting. When you all enter the building, the screams get even louder. Girls were waving their arms and signs everywhere. Some were screaming and some were crying. You’ve never seen anything like it before. Fred makes sure to hold you close, but when the two of you somehow get broken up, panic starts setting in. Fred gets whisked away as you shout out for him. Suddenly, he’s nowhere to be seen as you’re lost in a crowd of people. You look around frantically and begin to breathe hard and fast. Your head feels like it’s spinning until a hand is placed on your shoulder. You turn around fast and Roger is stood there with a worried look on his face. Men stand next to him, blocking away any contact from everyone around him.

“Are you okay?” shouts Rog over all the yelling.

You nod fast and attempt to slow your breathing down. Roger wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him. Cameras all around you go off in rapid flashing of lights. You try to shield your face from them as you all hurry out of the building. It feels like forever until you spot your limo out front. Everyone follows you as you’re ushered into the vehicle. Roger waits for you to slide in and then scoots next to you. The door slams shut and muffles the yells from outside. The boys all look at you worried as you gasp for air. You’ve never been that scared before. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of people and still being sleep deprived didn’t help. Roger runs his hand over your leg and leans in close.

“Y/n, my love, are you alright?” asks Fred as he leans forward to grab your hand.

Your nerves were shot by what had just happened. You didn’t want anyone to touch you as you flinch and move away from both of them. They both frown, but realize that had been too much for you. The car ride to your hotel was eerily quiet. None of the boys were expecting a warm welcome like that. When you all arrive to the hotel, you all slide out of the limo and make your way inside. People stared as you all walk by, but you ignore them. They weren’t looking at you anyways. Miami was watching you as he checks you all into your rooms. He walks over to where you all are standing and hands out key cards.

“And this one’s yours. I put you directly across from Fred.” he says softly, smiling.

You sweetly smile back and thank him. Your luggage had already been delivered to your room they told you and you couldn’t be more happy. You all pile into the elevator and make your way up. You’re the first to get off as you search for your room. You finally find it and get it open. Before you can step inside, Roger and Fred walk up.

“Y/n,” says Fred, making you turn around. “We were gonna order some room service. You wanna join?” he asks.

You smile to them, but shake your head no.

“I’m tired.” is all you say.

You were beginning to feel homesick and almost already regret coming with. Roger watches you closely and sadly smiles as you walk into your room and shut the door before anyone could say anything more. You lean against it and close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. You look around your large room and decide to change into some pajamas, curl up on the giant, soft bed and watch some TV. You suddenly weren’t as exhausted as you once were. You glance over at the clock on the nightstand by the bed and read 3:16 am. You exhale and roll over, trying to close your eyes to sleep. You really didn’t want to be by yourself right now, but you were sure that everyone else would be asleep in their own comfy beds. You toss and turn for several more minutes, having to stop yourself from running over to Fred’s room. You sit up in bed and debate over it when all of a sudden there’s a light knock at your door. You turn to stare at it and freeze. Who the hell could that be? You slip from your bed and tiptoe to the door. You slowly open it up and peek out.

“I hope you weren’t sleeping.”

You smile and open it even wider.

“Rog, what’re you doing?” you ask.

He smiles sleepily and holds up a bottle of wine and two glasses. You chuckle as he walks inside and places them on the tiny round table next to the TV stand.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask.

He nods and pops open the bottle in one motion. He fills the glasses and hands one to you. You thank him and sip. You walk over to your bed and sit on it.

“I was also worried about you.” he says, gulping down his drink and pouring more.

You watch him and decide to do the same. He walks over and pours some more for you. He places the bottle down and decides to join you on the bed.

“I’m fine.” you state.

He nods and continues drinking.

“You didn’t look fine. Looked sorta terrified, which was normal. That was a lot to take in, even for us. And we’re use to the crowds usually.”

You smile and finish off your second glass. You reach over and pour yourself another.

“Well,” you start. “This will certainly help.”

You hold up your glass and make Roger laugh. He nods and holds his up as the two of you cheers.

***

You were happy for expensive hotels. Their mini fridges were filled not only with tiny bottles of liquor, but also full sized bottles of wine. And a few of them, that you and Roger finish off, might I add. The two of you were drunk and now laying on your bed, giggling like crazy.

“You’ve known Fred that long and you’re telling we’re just meeting now?” he asks.

You nod your head and laugh loudly. The time was now 4:55 am.

“He probably was scared you all would like me more.” you say as you both burst out laughing.

Roger looks over to you as you wipe away some tears. You stare at the ceiling, giggling as he speaks.

“I do like you.”

You look over to him and smile, your eyes now feeling heavy. You sit up and Roger follows. You giggle some more and look to him.

“Thanks. I like you too.” you say.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Roger slowly leans in and hovers his lips over yours. You almost gasp as you can feel his warm, sweet breath on your face. You look down at his lips then to his eyes. He’s watching you closely. You so badly want to lean in and fill the gap, but you don’t. You slightly turn your head, making Roger almost frown.

“We’re drunk.” you whisper. “And sleep deprived. We should probably go to bed.”

Roger’s head falls a bit as he nods and looks back up to you. You smile at him and he returns one. He stands up from the bed and you follow. He walks to your door and opens it up, stepping into the hallway. He turns around and faces you once more.

“I do like you.” he says. “Drunk or not.”

He walks away, leaving you stood there as you watch him walk to his room down the hall and disappear inside.

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[pink-pupz]

Top 5 gay songs and why?

Ooh good question!

1. Girls by Beatrice Eli

I mean, the lyrics are just so gay, I've known about this song since I first came out and it just sums up that wlw mood

(I will tw it just in case, like me, you really don't like the mention of sex/sexual scenarios)

2. Only a Girl by Gia

Again, I've known about this song since I first came out and I quite like it but the music video is very..male centred..or at least how men view lesbian relationships and it's really uncomfortable to watch tbh sksks

3. New Girlfriend by Gia Woods (or just Gia, she rebranded apparently??)

Ooh I really like this one personally, I can't sum it up in words because of how good it is but definitely give it a listen!

4. ANY GIRL IN RED SONG OK JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE

5. Hhh idk if it counts as a gay song but Girlfriend by Icona Pop fucking,,,...SLAPS

It holds a lot of fond memories for me, from a time when I was in love and content with life, very good song 10/10

Thank you! I hope this has shed some insight into my gay little life sksks

[zackhq-blog]

well hello !! you just saw me yesterday, but this time i’m coming at you with my second muse !! now look - i told myself i wasn’t going to have two, but he came to my mind after creating chunja and i loved them both too much to choose !! so without further ado, i present to you my complete opposite actual baby zachary “zack” choi !! he’s in kdi & has way too much going on. but anyways you can click here for his profile, and under the cut is some info on him, i tried to make his shorter, i swear !! and i forgot to say on her’s, but like this if you’re interested in some plotting !! i can’t wait to interact with you all.~

his full name is zachary taeho choi, taeho being his korean/middle name ! but he hates zachary because it’s so formal and he definitely is not - so zack is both his stage name and preferred name since practically...always !!

so !! his story actually begins in la, california. his parents split shortly after he was born so while he sees his dad from time to time, his mom has been the main one supporting him both financially & emotionally, so she’s really his only active parental figure ?? 

this is a big reason why he’s so maternal and emotionally transparent ?? the toxic masculinity just didn’t pass over to him bc his mom always taught him how to be in tune with his emotions, embrace them, and just to care for everyone freely !! which is a big reason why he’s so affectionate now. 

he’s a second gen korean american and was raised by a pretty american mom !! his parents never learned korean and therefore didn’t teach him, which is why he struggled so much to adjust when he got here !

also the only child, so if you wonder why he’s always so eager around the kdi boys and referring to them as his brothers - there you go !! he always wanted siblings !!

totally irrelevant fact but he was such a skater boi back in la and will kill for a chance to show some of his tricks nowadays !! he’s just like....begging someone to ask him to skate lmao !! but since he doesn’t really have the chance now he just rolls around in his hoverboard because he is a legitimate child !

but look - this boy has aaaalways loved to rap and sing. way before so!ar, kdi, any of it ! his mom loves music too, and he grew up surrounded by it in la, so quickly grew attached to it ! also loves attention, which just meant he was a little performing machine wherever he meant !! i’m saying dancing down the grocery aisles at five years old to grocery store music type of extra everyone

but his interest for kpop didn’t really peak until later on ! he tried out for a middle through high performing arts school when he got to the 6th grade ! fun fact he performed look at me now and they thought he was a joke rip...but what got him in was singing stereo hearts !! don’t you love the early 2010s everyone

anyways he got in for singing !! and there was just like ... a wave of kpop stans wanting to be like idols there !! at first he was really put off & a little weirded out because he’d never been into it but !!

for a showcase these girls performed a kpop song ( the boys if you were curious sksk ) and baam !! he went down this endless kpop rabbit hole which hasn’t ended to this day.

 so he basically his love for kpop transferred into his love for korean culture ! he wanted to know more about his origins, so got into the language, history & all that. so around this time was when he contemplated traveling to the country ! but never expected to move there, or anything. 

it was only right before christmas of his junior year did things start to change !! news about online video auditions for so!ar spread in his school like a w i l d f i r e. but zack really knew he wasn’t that good of a singer in comparison to his other classmates, and didn’t expect anything out of it !! but he did feel a lot more comfortable in his rap skills, so took a risk and rapped as his primary skill !

so you could imagine this boy was...confused af when he got called back !! he hadn’t even told his mom about it, or really anyone so that they wouldn’t get their hopes up. he hadn’t expected for it to go anywhere and now that it had...he didn’t really know what to do ! 

but when he eventually got around to telling is mom ?? she was soso excited !! she was basically .... a failed musician as a teen sksks, so she was happy to see her son have a real shot at fame. so zack was kind of like - wait slow down what’s going on ?? but she was like book the flight to korea !! right now !!

initially, the plan was for him to go for his in-person audition then spend the rest of winter break in korea with his mom, but that didn’t really work because he was chosen & given the shot to train as long as he could start right away ! he ... hadn’t expected to make it that far at all and was really at a loss of what to do since he had a whole life in la !

but after talking to his mom for a bit, she basically told him the story of how she missed out on opportunities & felt unfulfilled, so at a point he was kind of just like fine !! let’s do it !! and started the move there.

everything was fine at first - he got enrolled in a korean school, he was having fun working toward his dream, and his mom was staying nearby in an air bnb, but the move was temporary, and after a month she had to return to the states. that was when things got really hard, and really real for zack. he was only 15 at the time, barely knew any of the language, and his only family were aunts and uncles he’d barely met. it was a really rough patch in his move & probably when he was visibly the saddest !! 

def considered moving back many times at this point to just feel happy again, since he had such an attachment to his old life !! but the friends he’d made made things a lot easier !

at first when he was placed in kdi he didn’t know what to expect - they had this delinquent type image to them, and zack being the babiest person ever didn’t know if he could fit it !!

and at first, he was really awkward, trying to work as well in the rougher concepts as he did the cute ones. but nowadays he’s gotten a lot better and his rap skills have helped a lot with him gaining duality, something he’s now known for !!

 now for some tidbits on him !!

he’s got two fan nicknames - the meme king, which he technically gave himself on a vlive because this toddler will not stop referencing memes & vines !! and the last is zenergy, because he’s always at two extremes - either passed out sleep on the couch, or up and bouncing off the walls !! there’s no in between !!

suuuper affectionate !! sometimes it can come off as overbearing but i swear he means well. he just got a lot of love during his childhood and feels like he should pass it on !! like if someone’s teasing and is like “awww you love me !!” he’s like “yeah of course ??” also means he depends on people a lot for attention & overall validation ! just.... a whole softie when it comes to that okay

also i must mention he willingly ships himself with everyone ??

but on the other hand, a very closeted very shy/panicked bi !! like if he thinks a guy’s being serious and flirting with him ? he will freeze ! he’s just not used to the idea & just really is figuring his feelings out. but he stays having unexpected crushes because he’s a lovebug so oh well ! this is something he’ll probably struggle with for a bit, but that’s what development’s for, folks !

a whole ass momma’s boy ! he loves her with his whole heart, especially since she sees how hard she worked to support the two of them ! he has a rough time being away from her, but you can catch him facetiming her everyday !!

also v chivalrous ?? his mom would beat his ass if he didn’t use manners so you can catch him opening doors, pulling chairs back for people, all that ! a lot of people seem to think that’s all fanservice but no...he literally Cannot not do it !!

oh and his duality is a little shocking ?? but like i said before, it’s been something he’s had to work on. he struggled a lot at first especially since his korean pronunciation wasn’t up there, so it was hard for him not to be so focused on that ! but now that he’s more confident in his skills it’s easier to play up their concepts for cameras, so he can definitely switch it up for cameras nowadays ! but...turn them off and he’s a baby lamb all over again everyone

he can be very lazy ! has all the ambition but none of the energy. if he doesn’t want to do something, he can put up a whole fit about it, so kdi members beware !! just put him in his place, he’ll get over it sksksk

relating to that, he respects his kdi hyungs a lot !! you have to remember he was a true baby when he came to korea to train, so he depended on them & other trainees a lot. he hasn’t forgot that and nowadays would do anything for them ! therefore takes their opinions very seriously and is just...a baby around them !

but @ the future kdi maknae: he may swear he’s baby, but he also swears you’re his child !! 

a major kpop stan nowadays !! like past him wouldn’t believe it ?? a huge gg stan especially, and he’s learning all the new dances everyday !!

still in the honeymoon phase lowkey...? like he can’t even believe he’s famous !! it still comes as a shock for him, and therefore he reacts to nearly all “omg you’re so famous i love you !!” fans with a “thanks ig?? i’m literally just zack but ok”

he does want to explore other entertainment fields eventually, especially variety & music production !! 

also remember how i said he loves vines ?? yeah my ask message on the main wasn’t for nothing ! he reenacts the zack stop vine nearly everyday folks

alright this is long let’s move to wanted connections ! i think that’s all anyways ?? if not i’ll add more later ! but for now, let’s go !!

wanted connections

best friends !! please give zack someone stupid to act out with ok

someone who helped him adjust to korea when he first got here & took him under their wing !! maybe they’ve developed a sibling type relationship ?

a grumpy muse who he’s always trying to cheer up & make happy !

maybe another foreign muse to share his stuggles with ?? i don’t know if there are other la muses but if so childhood friends are an option !

he would 100% goof off with all the staff so whenever they get some staff he’d love to get kdi into some mess with them !

the one person who he just really doesn’t like ??

cute little crushes !!

language exchange buddies ?? it doesn’t have to be just korean !

someone he really looks up to & adores !!

a partner in crime - they’re always sneaking out the dorm, going thrill seeking and just having fun together !

frenemies !!

i’ll add more as i think of it !

[knybits]

Dang sorry I’m the art student anon who sent the match up request, forgot to say my name is candy(my Japanese language teacher jokingly started calling me Ame and I kinda adopted it too lmao so you can call me that instead), I’m a female and I’d like to be matched to a boy, romantically. Sorry again for not putting this info on my last ask ;-; thanks in advance if you do decide to write it, and don’t forget to sleep enough and stay hydrated! Ily💖

thank you so much for your kindness! i already have someone to match you with in mind, but i forgot to add this into my application layout so this is on me sksks but are you caught up with the manga? how ab the anime? just gotta know what my options are lmao :,) also are you ok with character spoilers if you aren’t caught up with the manga? sorry, i should have been more clear jfhsh but thanks for being so sweet! i hope you have a lovely day 💕

[rosytteok]

Aren't you the girl who almost ran over my mailbox?

genre/au;; fluff, possible future smut, hoseok’s a confident radiant sunshine, reader just wants to do her job and manage college life too sksks, pizza delivery girl!reader, it’s messy but fluffy you’ll see.

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deliveries nowadays were so hectic and gnawing at your patience. your stress levels high and peaking. but, if this crappy part time job was gonna help you pay rent, well half the rent, then you’ll sure as hell power through.

“one large veggie pizza with extra cheese! y/n, would you be a doll and go deliver this one? I’m clocking out.” your sweet coworker gives you the puppy eyes. you can’t say no, you just couldn’t.

“yeah, su—,”

“awesome! thanks, I’ll pay you back I promise!” she gives you a bear hug, “the address is written on the box! bye!”

she shoves the box into your grasp and rushes out to the backroom.

you sigh, and eye the address. oh, it’s nearby! you think.

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in one damn minute, that bastard will be getting a free pizza. and you desperately need this tip. you speed up a little, you were so close. so close you could taste it.

50 seconds. you step on the gas. and you see the house.

45 seconds. bright eyes glisten, caught in the headlights. a cat. in the middle of the road. you swerve to the side abruptly, a shriek escaping you. the cat makes it out alive, scurrying over to the sidewalk but you, and the car, barely do.

a mailbox comes into vision and you panic and gyrate the steering wheel to the left. the mailbox thankfully only grazes the car, and you hit the breaks. you pant, “holy fuck.”

your watch dings, time’s up!

they got the free pizza.

you groan and sink into the seat, wiping off the cold sweat that washed over your body.

you pull yourself together and hop out with the pizza. and that’s when you notice. the owner and some company of the house that you assume owned the mailbox, snickering at you and in awe. they don’t say anything but just attempt to push back their giggles and gasps. you blush when your gaze meets briefly with the one with black tuffs of hair and green cap. sharp nose and strong jawline set. he smirks at you, and you shuffle awkwardly over the house you were suppose to be delivering to.

and unfortunately for you, it was the neighboring house.

you sigh, oh boy.

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deliveries are still coming in hot, and you’re beyond exhausted. balancing college life with this crappy job had drained you out. in all levels.

you had one last delivery for the night. and to your surprise, the address seemed to be the same as the one you delivered to last week.

the drive there was smooth. no cats in the middle of the road whatsoever so you felt at peace. you park and peek out the window. it seemed like nobody was home at the house next to the one you were going to. you were relief, at least you didn’t have to face those guys again.

though you felt bad at the moment and wanted to apologize, the embarrassment was too much. you wanted to die, they probably saw you maneuver the car from side to side like a crazy person and saw you almost run over that damn mailbox.

you stepped up to the door and ring the bell.

“pizza’s here! hoseok, could you get it?” you hear the footsteps approaching and the door opening.

“hello—,” you gulp. it’s the guy. the sharp nosed guy from last week. from the house next door!

he seems to recognize you too, a grin forming on his lips. “aren't you the girl who almost ran over my mailbox?”

you freeze. he’s the owner. oh fuck, what do you say now? do you apologize? nod and leave?

“ah, yes, that’s me! listen, please, I’m so sorry. there was this cat and I didn’t mean—,” you ramble and he smiles softly. he’s cute, fuck, you can’t concentrate.

“hey, chill. it’s alright. what matters is that you’re ok, right?” he speaks. so soft and concerned. you wanna melt.

“hey, hyung! what’s the holdup! I’m hungry!” hoseok turns his head back and laughs. he takes the box from you, “be right back.”

he jogs back into the house after awhile and returns with the money.

“here,” he hands you the money, “keep the change.”

he winks and you want to protest. “hey but—,”

“hope seeing you next time!” with a smile, he closes the door.

you huff and you see a little blue note slipped in between the bills.

I’ll forgive that mailbox thing if you agree to meet me at the café downtown whenever you’re free. here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx :-)

sincerely,

jung hoseok

so, there is gonna be a next time.

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send me a made up fic title or a made up sentence starter and I’ll write up whatever comes up to mind!!!

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

Shadowhunters ep 8 spoilers and review and general spoilers!

Fucking hell. Thats what I said at the end of that ep! That was a lot. I feel kinda sad & a bit miserable- mixed with a tinge of joy, some excitment & a whole load of ok holy shit thats a lot. This was one of those eps where you're screaming at the screen! Where to begin- well theres the elephant in the room- or rather the vampire- Simon. Well fuck. I- First there was the whole Clary finding him dead stuff- then deciding what to do- honestly I swung between it the same as she did- Luke got through being a Werewolf and hes doing ok (ya know- despite the whole being mauled & losing his love) but Simon having to deal with that- idk- he might not handle it anyway so- But he should have a chance- and idk- its a lot. I teared up when she was burying him ngl. And shit Alberto rosende (Simon) can act- he's doing amazing seriously- such high powered emotional scenes!! Yep so there's that- which ngl I kinda just laughed in a what the fuck way. Raphael- getting to like him- I know some ppl ship him and Simon later down the line- I could see that myb if we get to know him more. Clary & Jace is this ep- damn that falcon story- come on Jace its you not 'a boy' - hope he opens up more- idk how I felt about him being around Simon since he was an ass to him tbh. Moving on- Alec!! My bby! I was yelling at the screen for all different reasons today with him! Firstly him being all cute and awkward & gay-ness coming through when they were taking about Magnus. "He's quite magical-" "I mean- h-hes good at magic" Flustered Alec is frikin adorable!!! Can we talk about Magnus too!! "How is Alexander?" Yesssss- and the follow your heart?! Yes! That whole boxing scene- same Magnus same. I was so excited they were getting closer & follow your heart- but then Alec!! Wtf!! You proposed!! No!! Lydia seems ok but no! Come on! I thought it was fuck your parents- kiss Magnus! Fuck duty! Grrr! I literally yelled no at the screen. Poor bby getting hit by that creature too- but damn Arrow work yess. Also think I realised a beat after Isabelle- The Nephilin she called them- i reckon they're those Shadowhunters Valentine tried to make. Don't tell me pls!! Damn they're kinda creepy- like zombie trolls. Welp- think thats it- honestly reached the point of just laughing in wow that was a ride. Poor Magnus bby when hes gonna be finding out about Lydia!! Grr!! I thought they were gonna start to bond! I guess they still will bc i know ep12!! Weird how I already knew what Clary would do & with Malec ect but I'm still like oh shit- like with Simon seeing Clary's pulse the first time. Looking forward to getting further in & A. Having Malec together & B. Not knowing bits- although i know a s3 magnus spoiler and what happens with malec but I'm still into it tbh. If I hadn't have watched the Malec vid I wouldn't have watched it so. What else- hmm- think thats it- bit of a long one today!! And lot of swearing- yep heads up thats me- especially if I'm excited or emotional! Right welp- Simon my bby- (literally went oh sweetheart at the screen i swear 😂) hope you do good next ep, and I need some Malec pls!! Off to watch the "Quite Magical" bit again!! Ooh! Two things- sorry sksk- Clary punching Camille yesss!!! Break her nose!! And I found myself having Shadowhunters withdrawl over the weekend!! Coz I watch an ep every week day- first time only a few eps coz i started at the end of the week- but last week was one everyday weekday- and I rlly missed it! Right! Thats all! Thanks if you read- have a wonderful day/night/whatever & my arm hurts from typing. ~Lula X

Ps. This is unedited- can you tell?! 😂😂

[gloomstudy]

omg happy birthday!! your day was really something, love the moral of the story sksks ok, but really, i hope you had an amazying day because you deserve it!! again, happy birthday!!

thank you so much! i’m just really grateful that today ended on a happy note, and hopefully i don’t lose my things again!!