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yslkook · 4 years ago

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IF I GOT YOU (7)

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summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland request #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader

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sheyshen · 3 years ago

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Fictober ‘21: Day 6

Prompt: “Didn’t haven’t we had this conversation...” Fandom: SWTOR (star wars the old republic) Rating: T Pairing: Kara/Arcann/Theron

"We can send the supplies you need by the next rotation." Kara leaned on the terminal as she spoke, "watch for a Zakuulan shuttle with two fighters to do the drop and ward off any exchange thugs that might make a shot for it."

"Thank you, commander." The projection of a knight in full armor stood at attention, snapped off a salute, and then disconnected the call.

Sighing, Kara pushed off from the terminal. "Lana, can you let Koth know?"

"Already have, commander." Lana smiled softly at her, "I assigned Vinn to accompany him as well as Ren in case there's any trouble."

"Thank you." She scrunched her eyes closed, rubbing at the back of her head and neck in an attempt to ward off a headache. Something she was failing miserably at. It had been a long and stressful day, something that seemed to become more common recently. Between relief efforts and working with the republic to stop Malgus and seeing to her kids, she had had hardly any time to rest much less spend time with her lovers.

"Why don't you take a break." Senya said, "a hot bath should help. I'll take the kids off your hands for tonight, so you can get some rest."

"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine."

"Commander…" the tone of her voice broke no argument as the knight continued, "I believe the boys would enjoy spending the night with their grandmother, I have a few ideas that I think will be fun for them."

"But Zhoren…"

"Will be fine in my care as well. I do have some experience with force-sensitive toddlers." She smiled, "please, spend some time with Theron and my son, I am certain the three of you can use the break."

Kara chuckled at that, "alright, alright." She put her hands up, "you win. Just try not to spoil them too much." Already knowing Senya would deny any responsibility of the kind of shenanigans the kids would get into overnight, she grabbed her datapad and bid both women good night, and headed to her quarters.

She had to admit that Senya was right, a bath was a perfect idea. Sinking into the hot water and just getting a chance to soak was just what she needed. She took her time washing up and just enjoying a moment of quiet while she had the chance, her headache already gone by the time she got out.

The door slid open partway while she was getting dressed, Theron, poking his head in to check on her, "alright in here?" He asked. When kara nodded in reply he grinned. "Senya gave me the heads up, and I figured we've been neglecting date night, so…"

She strode up to him, giving him a quick kiss. "What did you have in mind?" She opened the door the rest of the way and followed him into the bedroom.

"Nothing too fancy, a light dinner, some snacks, a short movie, and just me you and arcann for the rest of the night." He smiled, "what do you think?"

"I think it's a perfect idea." She made her way to the couch, dropping down on it, and grabbed her datapad, going through the vids she had in her library. "Where is arcann anyway?"

"Getting the food," he sat next to her and grabbed his own datapad. She thought he was going through his own collection, but instead, she noticed that he was going through some messages instead.

"Ok gimme." She reached for the datapad, "no working for the rest of the night."

He leaned away, continuing to sort through, "it's just until arcann gets here, then I'll log off."

"Nuh-uh. Breaktime started as soon as you walked in here." She made another shot at reaching for the datapad.

"It's just a few more, won't take any time." He continued to lean, nearly laying on his back, Kara half climbed onto him struggling to reach it. They both knew she could easily get it from him if she really wanted to, but this was part of the game, though it did look ridiculous.

"What are you two doing?" Arcann asked as he walked into the room. He had a bag of snacks on one arm, a plate of dinner, and some drinks in the other.

"Just trying to get Theron to stop working."

He shook his head, "haven't we already had this conversation before?" He tried to seem annoyed, but the small smile made it clear he wasn't bothered by what was honestly not too rare of an occurrence. Neither had much luck with getting Theron to take a break of anything longer than a half night's sleep, even after accidentally breaking his datapad one time.

"I think the last time was before Zhoren was born." Kara chuckled.

"And it probably won't be the last time." Theron dropped the datapad on the back of the couch as the pair got up to set things up for their semi-romantic night in. Some sandwiches and chips, fruit cut into bite-sized pieces, and wine made up the meal, and they had settled on a comedy for the vid. Settling down, the trio snuggled in close, nibbling at snacks and chatting throughout the vid, before finally moving to the bed for the rest of the night.

Kara had been hesitant at first about taking the night off, but by the time the three of them had settled in bed, breathing calming and bodies warmed and sweaty, she was grateful for the chance to unwind.

#my writing #fictober21 #swtor #star wars #star wars the old republic #arcann #theron shan #oc: kara hawke #shan trio

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blueaura · 4 years ago

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Lost and Found Ch. 7

A/N: I was supposed to finish this chapter the day before yesterday but then the finale happened and I needed time to recover. I loved it - it wasn’t perfect but I still absolutely loved it. It made me cry, which I detest but I still loved it. If anyone wants to talk about the finale, send me an ask or a message! Thanks to everyone who’s read and re-blogged it this far. As always, any tips and suggestions are welcome. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Chapter 7

Y/N didn’t know how to feel when Dean said they were 10 minutes out. She was nervous and anxious at the prospect of entering an unknown environment, but she was also reluctantly looking forward to not sleeping in a motel room anymore. She tried to desperately keep herself calm as they approached the bunker. The car ride had been surprisingly enjoyable. Dean’s music was similar to her tastes and they had a lot of fun annoying Sam, who ended up plugging in his earphones. The tension present in the beginning of the ride had melted away by the third Metallica track, and Y/N had finally relaxed after all the excitement of the previous day. But now she felt all her emotions crowding her, bombarding her senses as the distance between them and her new home continued to shrink. Temporary new home, she reminded herself.

Dean noticed her little freak out session in the backseat but decided against pulling over. He knew that if he gave her the slightest chance, she’d run, even if deep down she wanted this. So, he just continued driving and hoped that she would have an easier time once they arrived and she had a chance to unwind.

The bunker came into view just a few minutes later and Dean winced as he belatedly realised how this abandoned building would look to a stranger like Y/N. He didn’t exactly see any option other than to get her inside the bunker and re-affirm that she’s safe, so he pulled up in front of the huge building as Y/N took in her surroundings.

“This is your home?” she sounded skeptical, but not afraid which Dean took as a good sign.

“It was an old men of letters bunker and since they were all wiped out in the 50s, as legacies, we took over. Our grandfather was a member.” Sam had already jumped into nerd mode and started explaining who the men of letters were, so Dean figured his brother could handle Y/N and busied himself with unlocking the front door.

Y/N walked down the steps still not exactly sure this was as awesome as Dean had described in the car, but then the entirety of the bunker came into view and she looked around in awe. Sam and Dean exchanged looks of barely contained glee as they saw the young hunter excitedly explore the place. This was probably the most animated they had seen her in their short time together. She actually looked and acted like a kid and Dean’s heart ached at the unfamiliar sight.

“This is amazing! You guys have your own freaking bat cave!”

Sam started to explain everything to Y/N and Dean took this opportunity to go in search of their resident angel. With a quick word to his brother, letting him know where he was going, Dean made his way to Cas’s room leaving Y/N and Sam to nerd it out.

He knocked on Cas’s door but heard no response. Worried, he twisted the handle to find it unlocked. He opened the door completely and stopped in his tracks, smiling wryly at the sight that greeted him. Cas had apparently taken Sam’s suggestion to heart. He was lounging in what looked like Dean’s sweatpants and hoodie, with Netflix playing on the TV he had apparently dragged from Sam’s room to his own. Cas himself was sound asleep, the dim light from the TV letting Dean see the drool on his face. He snickered quietly and took out his phone to click a picture.

Although Cas looked better than before, Dean was still worried about his friend. Just the fact that he needed to sleep was enough to tell him that Cas wasn’t at full strength, despite his claim that he was better. He contemplated waking the angel up and introducing him to Y/N but decided against it. He looked relaxed for the first time in days and Dean couldn’t find it in his heart to disturb him just yet.

After taking a couple of more pictures, for blackmail material of course, Dean finally left Cas to rest, closing the door lightly behind him. Instead of joining Sam, he decided to make up a room for Y/N and hunt down some food. He chose the room right in front of his, so that if she had any problem, she could come straight to him. He also realised at that particular moment that he cared more about this girl than he did for his privacy and it was a little jarring for Dean Winchester. He knew Sammy would probably make fun of him for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He made his way back to the war room after making sure Y/N’s room had everything she could need, and realised that Sam had moved on to the library where Y/N was currently exclaiming over all the different books, seemingly over her hesitation of staying with them.

“Well, Cas is asleep and I think your room is missing a TV. And possibly some clothes. He was lounging in sweats which is a first. But at least he looked better,” Dean said to Sam.

“I thought angels didn’t sleep?” Y/N turned to Dean, still at ease, which made him less anxious about having her there. Maybe it would just work after all.

“Usually they don’t. Cas… he already wasn’t at full strength but then this witch Rowena put a rabid dog curse on him – it’s a whole thing, I’ll explain later. But he was pretty wiped out and I guess he’s still recovering. He doesn’t look near death anymore though, which is good.”

“I’m more surprised that he’s actually wearing something other than his usual look,” Sam snorted.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ve ever seen him wearing normal clothes besides that one time when he was human – it’s a long story,” he said before Y/N could ask.

“You’ll tell me later I presume,” she said wryly, echoing his previous statement, “You guys have a lot of long stories.”

“What can I say? Our lives are interesting,” Dean grinned. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

He walked her through the bunker, showing her the common washrooms, the kitchen and pointing out his and Sam’s rooms.

“And this,” he pushed open the door, “is yours. You can personalise it if you want. I’m right next door and Sam’s is right down the hall so, holler if you need anything.”

Y/N looked inside and suddenly the overwhelming feeling came back. Her own room. For the first time in her life she had a place she could call her own, albeit temporarily, she had to keep reminding herself.

“Thanks,” she said, and if she sounded a little choked up, Dean mercifully didn’t mention it.

“Settle in and get some rest kiddo,” he nodded at her, “Cas will probably be up in an hour or so… you can meet him then.”

He hesitated at the door. “Have you… did you change your mind?” he cleared his throat roughly, “about Cas and the… thing I mean.”

“I… I don’t know Dean. Maybe later. It’s already too much right now.”

She felt awful when he visibly deflated, cursing herself for hurting someone who had been nothing but kind to her.

“Yeah, alright. No problem, kid. Just – let me know if you change your mind.”

He quickly left the room after that.

Y/N was pacing her new room. She couldn’t get over the defeated look on Dean’s face. She knew he wouldn’t show it, but he too really wanted to get it over with. If she was being honest with herself, so did she. She was just scared.

The more Sam reiterated the idea, the stronger it grew in her head. At first, she had laughed at the mere implication that Dean Winchester could be her biological father, but then she started building it up in her head, and now she honestly needed to know. Because now she wasn’t sure it was a joking matter, after all.

But for a person like her to even begin to grasp the idea of family was too much. She wasn’t scared of whatever the results could be. She could do worse in that area. What scared her was whatever came after – after finding out the truth. She once again felt anger rising for her mother. If only she had been honest, this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, Sandra L/N was hardly ever honest.

Could she be happy here? It was safe, she had access to food. It was a home base – everything she had dreamed of having in the last few years since she had been alone. And rationally, she knew Sam and Dean wouldn’t hurt her – at least not intentionally. She usually took much longer to trust someone but there was just something about them that made her feel… safe. Something she hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time.

So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. She was pretty sure they wouldn’t pressure her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with – Sam had reassured her of that much already. And maybe she would finally have someone to look out for her and in return she could look out for them.

She started pacing more furiously as she went over multiple scenarios in her head, overthinking every little detail. Family equalled hurt and pain in her head. And for Y/N, it had always been difficult to win against her head. She remembered when she used to believe in her mother, before she had realised that she was just a burden to her – someone she got saddled with and had no choice but to drag around. She hadn’t stopped hunting when Y/N was born, in fact she had thrown herself more into it. Her recklessness was what had finally done her in. Y/N had mostly been left with the neighbours or cheap babysitters when she was younger, before her mother decided that she was old enough to survive without supervision. She had been 6 at the time.

She had figured out how to survive by herself and she was good at it. She didn’t mind being alone, but she also craved affection, which created a weird juxtaposition of want and need inside her, that she mostly tried to bury deep down. The past week had thrown her life into a complete frenzy and all her defence mechanisms seemed useless at that moment.

Before she could spiral further, Sam knocked at her door, to fetch her for dinner. She visibly reigned herself in, but Sam didn’t comment once – just gave her an understanding smile. All these little instances were piling inside her head – how kind the Winchesters were to her and how much they seemed to care about her, making her crave that connection with them that she was too scared to allow herself to form.

“Cas is up. He’s in the kitchen with Dean, so you can meet him now,” Sam said as he started leading the way to the kitchen. Y/N’s steps faltered behind him. He paused and looked back at her,

“Hey, it’s alright. Cas is not gonna hurt you and we’ll be there the entire time,” Sam tried to console her.

“I know… I think I’m just realising that I’m about to meet an actual angel,” she squeaked, forgetting everything else for a minute.

Sam smiled at that. He remembered how overwhelmed he had been when he’d first met Cas, although the meeting hadn’t been a great one. He and Dean sometimes forgot that having an angelic best friend was not common for everyone else.

“You’ll be fine. Cas isn’t like other angels – for one, he isn’t a complete dick,” Sam laughed as he continued with Y/N in tow.

“Easy for you to say. I have never even met an angel before!” This easy camaraderie with the brothers was what was pushing her to get over her fears and Y/N could feel that pull again – the need to find out more.

“Well, you’re about to in a minute. Come on,” Sam gently pushed her in front of him, guiding her to the kitchen.

She saw Dean first, who was handing a cup of coffee to, she presumed, Castiel. Cas wasn’t what she imagined he would be. He didn’t seem intimidating. He had a ridiculous case of bedhead going on and it looked like Dean was in mother-hen mode again, as Cas was wearing a blanket around his shoulders that he didn’t seem too happy about.

Dean turned to her and smiled, gesturing for her to take a seat as he put the final touches to the pasta he’d whipped up.

“Well, looks like it’s introduction time! Y/N, this is our best friend and resident angel – Castiel. Cas, this is Y/N,” Dean grinned as Cas tried to awkwardly shake Y/N’s hand.

“It’s really good to meet you Y/N. I understand that you’re looking for some answers I may be able to provide. I hope I can be of assistance,” Cas’s voice was very deep, which surprised Y/N. She weakly smiled back at him, not entirely comfortable with the subject.

“Ah, yes. We’re gonna take a rain-check on that bud. You’re not at full strength yet and I don’t want you to derail your recovery,” Dean didn’t want to put Y/N on the spot and say she didn’t want to find out yet. The kid had been through enough.

“Dean, I’m fine,” Cas said, annoyance clear in his voice, “It barely requires me to do anything. I just need to look at her soul.”

“My soul?” Y/N squeaked, but no one heard her because Dean was suddenly almost yelling.

“Wait, wait, wait! Look at her soul? Like what you did to that boy, and to Sam when he was soulless? Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“Sam was what?” her voice was even more high-pitched now but again, she was ignored.

“No Dean. I don’t need to touch her soul to recognise it. I merely need to look at it carefully, with her permission of course. I’m very familiar with your soul, I would recognise a piece of it anywhere,” Cas assured in a soothing voice. Dean was now looking away, embarrassed and Y/N wondered what was going on there. She turned to Sam – confusion clear on her face. He just shook his head, exasperated. Clearly, he had been stuck watching this dance for a long time.

“Yeah, alright. As long as there’s no soul touching involved. That isn’t pleasant from what I’ve seen. And look, there’s no rush alright? You need to rest a little more and Y/N needs some time to adjust,” Dean said much more calmly now that he knew he wouldn’t be subjecting Y/N to excruciating pain.

Cas was clearly rearing up to argue with Dean about his ability to perform the task, regardless of his recovery, when Y/N spoke from behind them.

In that split second, she decided that it was no use putting it off until later. She would either drive herself crazy or talk herself out of it entirely and run away from the only safe place she knew.

“Alright. Do it.”

Everyone stopped talking immediately, which unnerved Y/N to no end, but she steeled herself against the scrutiny. This was it. This was her choice.

“Let’s do this,” she repeated, nodding for good measure.

Dean looked at her for a good minute, then nodded to Cas, clenching his fists even as Sam moved to stand beside him and Cas came to stand in front of where Y/N was sitting.

She exhaled sharply as she felt his palm touch her forehead. It was show time.

Chapter 8

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costellos · 4 years ago

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tell me who you’d take on a date and where you would go! — CLOSED

@thisbloghasnoaesthetic asked: Id love to take Jotaro on a date. Just something chill. Like getting some good food. Or just sitting together doing nothing. I'd love to just read a book with my head on his shoulder. Just enjoying eachothers quiet comfort :)

omg that sounds like a great date for Jotaro! he definitely seems like the type to want a chill date. he’d probably opt for something that offers takeout if you’re referencing Part 3!Joot, somewhere a little nicer but just as casual if you’re referencing Part 4!Joot. and while you’re reading, you might just catch a teeny, tiny smile on his lips. but don’t say anything or you’ll ruin the moment 🤭💕

anonymous asked: i would wanna take kakyoin out to an indoor roller rink so we could rollerskate together 🥺 it’s one of the things i like to do most and i’d wanna skate around w him while holding hands! also cause he’s tall, i feel like it’d be hard for him to keep balance and prevent himself from falling lolll. but we could go out to an ice cream place nearby afterwards and watch the sun set (if the time is right) 💗

how cute!! sharing something you love with the one you love most... I dig it. Kakyoin would be soooo embarrassed, though! he just wants to impress you but his center of gravity is absolutely awful. rip. at the end of the day, however, he’d be so appreciative that you shared something so personal with him. ❤️ let him pay for the ice cream, it’s the least he can do!! and maybe hold your hand while you watch the sunset 🌅

@lavaicerinkk asked: I would ask mista, probably to like a concert or something like that. We'd probably go as homies, then when we get home id be like "what if we kissed haha" and hed be like 😳😳 ok, and then we live happily ever after

LMAAAAOOOOO. I feel like this is v in character for Mista.... he’d be caught so off guard by it! esp since he probably would’ve accepted that you were just friends. not that he’d say no, tho 👀 he’d just be like, “wait, for real?” and waste no time kissing you after you gave him permission. what a happy ending. 💕

@murcx04 asked: Take someone on a date huh hmmmmm- Josuke is my bet HAHA Hed be so refreshing to be with óuò. And we'd go shopping kfbfjfn And that where- he'll just show his pleading eyes and want you to buy the shoes he wants oh boy-

I agree, he would be a very refreshing plus one! I think a shopping date would be v traditional with him. I’m imagining you both at the mall, where he cackles at all the weird sex stuff at Spencer’s and shares his food court soft pretzel with you. 🥨 he probably wouldn’t explicitly say that he wants new shoes, but he’d nudge you and be like, “hey. if you wanna know what to get me for my birthday...” and point to the Air Force 1′s on display. so subtle. 🙄

anonymous asked: tbh i think i'd like to take kira out to dinner and go on a walk. i know its a simple date but i think he's really neat and i don't really like big or flashy events and i don't think he would either kjfnksnjks. its just sumn that would suit both of us nice

ooo interesting choice, nonnie! I 100% agree with you on this one. Kira would probably take you to one of those restaurants that have private rooms. I think some ritzier places are like that? anyway, he’d want to focus this date all on you. no mindless chatter from other patrons, no screaming children — the more noise he can minimize, the better. and during your walk, I can see him allowing you to take the reins on the conversation. he just finds everything you say so fascinating! 🌷💗

@catnymous asked: I'd take Fugo first to just a simple lil cafe then to the park :3

Cat!! I missed you!! you should come into the askbox more often, I always enjoy your replies. in the meantime, Fugo probably overthinks a lot so this date would be casual enough for him to relax. he would probably opt for some coffee and a slice of cake that he can share with you 🍰❤️ and a stroll through the park would be the perfect way to walk off the calories! (plus when you get to a fountain he’ll probably make some corny wish about getting to spend more days with you like this a;sdfkjl)

anonymous asked: Idk if you’re familiar with part 7... but I would bring Johnny to the planetarium; it’s a place that I love, and bringing him to a place special to me would mean a lot, I think. I’d tell him all of my favorite things about space. And, it’s a little mushy, but I’d remind him that just because you can’t always see the stars doesn’t mean they’re not there; every one is special and the same is for people. And of course, it would be a fun day out to appreciate the beautiful things in the world

unfortunately, I’m not familiar with Part 7... :( but thank you so much for sharing nonetheless! this is such a heart-warming confession 💕 I wish there was more I could say; I love that you’d share all your favorite things about space, and how everything and everyone is special. 💫 such a beautiful confession.

@serenityblaze44 asked: I would take Bruno and/or Abbacchio to a conservatory or garden, maybe bring a picnic. Nothing too exciting, just time to relax and spend time together. Then go home for cuddles.

por que no los dos? ahaha nah I’m joking... unless 👀 no but for real, this sounds ideal for both of them! ❤️ they would both appreciate the time to unwind. I could see Abbacchio prepping all the food, while Bucciarati handles everything else (packing the blanket, utensils, alcohol, etc.). they’d probably opt for somewhere outside of Naples since it’s far too crowded in the city. afterwards, be prepared for a gr8 nap between two warm, loving boys!!

anonymous asked: I'd take Kakyoin on a date! I think it would be really fun to go somewhere like an amusement park or arcade so we could just kinda be stupid together and forget our problems. Id go on the Ferris wheel and try to kiss him at the top but he'd probably shake the cart the whole time to freak me out 😂😂 After everything he's gone through, he deserves to have a lot of fun and id love to see him smile 🥰😍

aw friend, this is such a sweet scenario! hopefully the Ferris wheel doesn’t give him too many bad memories of Death Thirteen though ope,, anyway, what a lovely way to forget about all the stuff he’s endured! he’d playfully challenge you to some arcade games (and I’m using “playfully” lightly here) and then destroy you. 🙄 but it’s okay, any tickets he gets will immediately go to a cute stuffed animal just for you 🧸

@hadesaedes asked: OOOH I’d have to go with either Yukako or Koichi (even tho i have like TWO hands either is fine). Yukako is a very passionate and strong lover which I LOVE cause im shy with affection so being bold with it is MWUAH. While Koichi is also passionate I like to think he enjoys more simple and low key dates which is my type of thing. Having to just bask in each other’s company without having to fill the silence is GREAT. THEY ARE BOTH GREAT!!! In this essay I will-

AHHH A+ CHOICES, FRIEND. Yukako and Koichi would spoil you so much!! they’d handle any date expenses (movie tickets, food, etc.) and would adore having any opportunity to hold your hand 😊 Yukako would probably be more physically affectionate; she’ll either have her hand on top of yours or her feet wrapped between yours when sitting. Koichi would opt for compliments, praising you on how cool and smart you are! wow, what a supportive pair 🤝

anonymous asked: It's very hard to choose, but I'd go on a date with Bruno. Idk I'm just very gay for him. He knows a lot of nice and fancy places in Naples, but since that's not really my world, I'd take him to a small coffee shop or something. Nothing fancy or expensive but still very enjoyable. Maybe some ice cream. Walking through the city and going to a restaurant in the evening. Maybe something fancy this time, or just a simple pizza

how lovely!! Bucciarati would honestly be open to try anything, but I think a small coffee shop would be v enjoyable for him. there’s so much you can learn about someone over a cup of joe. ☕ since he’s been living in / around Naples his whole life, he’d probably share some neat facts about the city while on your stroll! “the Amalfi Coast is best known for its limoncello liqueur. I know a great place to try it if you’re interested.” 🍋

@moloko-tyan asked: Hello, little bird💫sending you rays of love and positive energy! This new event is so much fun. Several hours I wondered with who I wanted to go out, ahah. And I think it would be Erina. She deserves to have fun especially after all those awful events in her life. We would go to atelier. We could go through fabrics to choose which fits the best. We would look at lovely laces, buttons, jewels and we would argue about models of dresses and evening gowns. I want her to feel safe🌻 thank u so much!

friend! I always get so excited when you pop into my askbox!! ty for participating 💕 Erina is such a great choice imo. and this is such a creative date! she’d have so much fun running her fingers over all the interesting fabrics. Erina would take the most beautiful dresses and hold them up against you, saying how lovely the color suits you. 👗 although she’d be too shy to try those dresses on herself, she would have so much fun spending the day with you!!

anonymous asked: I hope it's okay to send this (I honestly don't want you to get overwhelmed)! But if it's okay: I would love to take Fugo on a date! I love this boy with all my heart and I would love to travel with him to my country to a town next to the sea and give him a tour of its history (and visit the local art and history museums there)! And later grab some ice cream and walk along the seafront in the evening where there are less people and just enjoy the walk together as the sun sets. -Turtle Anon🐢

oooohh, Turtle Anon!! thank you for your concern. you’re all good, don’t worry! anywho, that’s a wonderful date for Fugo. he would have an absolute blast reading about all the art and history your country has to offer 🏛️ you might have to push him along though, he’s the type to absorb everything n really slow down when reading... but at the end of the day, as you’re walking along the beach, he’d thank you for sharing a part of yourself with him. he’d be so honored! ☀️

anonymous asked: tbh i'd love to take narancia on a super spontaneous date... only the date and time are set, the entire day is just going around town and doing whatever stupid fun random things,, eating street food and going into shops to try on random fits and running around laughing, mayhaps go to an arcade, or do some karaoke. and then wind down at like a mcdonalds late at night, tired but happy and satisfied.. hhh nara is v fun i just wanna hang out w him honestly 🤕😔🤕😔

yeeeess this is the perfect date for Narancia!! he loves spontaneous stuff like this. he’d have so much fun gorging himself on street food and playing around with weird fits. he’d probably put on the stupidest things he can find, like this. and if you go to karaoke, be ready to screech some absolute bangers. he will not take anything less than confident (yet bad), loud (yet joyous) singing. 🎤 n while he might be falling nodding off at the McDonald’s, he’d sleepily tell you how amazing the day was and how he wants to do this again 💕

@tomomi012 asked: I'm going to share another ideal date idea, but with Kakyoin. I'd like us to go to one of those cat cafes in Japan. I mean, cats, coffee and a cute Japanese boy, is this heaven? and I would tell him: "Nori, today I am in heaven"

ofc, share all you want! omg... I love this idea..... Kakyoin would be so soft anytime a cat approaches him. he’d do a little “pspsps” and hold out his finger for them to smell. and once a cat actually nudges him, he’d just melt! he wouldn’t show it outwardly, but you can see it in how bright his eyes get. I think Kakyoin would be the type to either attract a ton of cats or cats hate him, there’s no in between. 😭❤️ both make for some gr8 scenarios, though!

@pommmejuice asked: for your post about taking a character on a date :,) i think i’d like to take abba to art museums/cultural centers ,, i’d love to talk to him about my culture and what life is like (if he’d be interested;; lol) n maybe afterwards while we get italian food he can talk to me about what italian culture is like, the parts that aren’t shown in the media 🥺 so uh a date where we’re both learning new things about each other hehe

n maybeeeee take fugo to a café where we can study together n talk about our favorite things in our lives/culture.... n maybe hold hands on the table and maybe stare into his eyes tenderly ... you know because he’s my BFF (Best Friend Forever) .. you know how best friends do.. 😳

ooo Ireeene I figured you’d say Abbacchio :3c but that’s such a cute date for him! ofc he’d be interested in learning more about you!! you wouldn’t see it, but every time you share something you that you love about your culture, Abbacchio’s gaze on you would be so loving... 💖 he adores that you’re sharing so personal with him (of all people!!). and he’d get a kick out of telling you misconceptions about Italy. don’t get him started on how much he hates the Mario Bros.

as for Fugo, he would react similarly. I could see him ask more questions about your culture, while Abbacchio lets you go on and on. he’s so interested in everything about you!! and the moment you hold his hand... wow... get ready to see some intense blushing... he wouldn’t pull away, but his attention would turn to something else and his stutter would be apparent. pull yourself together, Fugo! 😤

anonymous asked: I'd take Rohan on a date, I'm a lil gay for that trash man. Tbh, it would either be an amazing date or a total disaster. I think we'd plan something fun and relaxing, like going to an art gallery or seeing a movie, but we'd end up in an adventure because that's what keeps happening to Rohan for some reason. At the end of the day we'd go to a restaurant to put a normal ending to that strange day

HAHAHA omggg friend this is a pretty accurate description of Rohan’s life. I think he’d be really annoyed that the day ended up this way, but he’s glad that he got to spend it with someone he tolerates. 💕 Rohan would try to push past those feelings once you go to the restaurant. this date is still salvageable!! he might complain a lil, but ultimately, he’d try to focus on you and what you enjoyed 🥰

@xxbluejayxx asked: For the Jojo date thing, I'd take Abbacchio. Well not really picky about the kind of date, I feel a nice quiet one at home would be best. It could be a homemade dinner, a movie night, or both. When it comes down to it, for me anytime spent with someone I love is time well spent, and that is something I will willingly admit

this is such a peaceful date for Abbacchio! I agree, a quiet date at home would be best. 😊❤️ as I mentioned in other scenarios, he’d likely take over kitchen duties. no need to worry about anything, just tell him what you want and he’d whip it up for you! and when it comes time to watch the movie, he’d tell you to sit a lil closer to him... he’s not very good with verbalizing affection, but he loves when he can feel your skin against his.

anonymous asked: I reeally wanna take Polnareff on a date. He deserves it sooo much. He's such a handsome sweetie. Id turn on the charm for him for once, like he always does. I have a beautiful image in my head of an outdoor patio restaurant with hundreds of strings of lights. We both dress up and have a lovely meal under the stars and magical lights, and then our favorite song plays and we have a dance beneath the lights. I think it would be goofy and romantic, stepping on toes as we attempt to dance around 😍

ahhh Polnareff would be so flattered to have you flirt with him! he’d probably get a lil flustered since this is nicer than what he’s used to, but seeing you dressed to the nines would make make him go 🥵 likewise, he’d push himself through the situation by just focusing on you. and when you start dancing... wow!! he’d lose himself laughing and being absolutely miserable at showing his moves. but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here with you and everything is okay ⭐

@rat-makes-stuff asked: Ok so I would take Giorno back to my home state of Michigan. Mafia boss has got to be tired as hell, so what's better than walking through the woods and collecting rocks at Lake Huron (I'm biased that's my favorite lake no CAP). We would watch the sun set and then look at the stars when they come out. Wildflower picking, trying to see how many deer we can find, and picnics by the lake? Yes pleaseee

before I start, Tumblr wasn’t letting me tag you in this!! so I hope you still see my response :( anyway, this is such a relaxing date! Don Giorno would love to unwind in nature. he’d probably take some stones he found near Lake Huron and turn them into a bouquet of flowers for you! 💐and since he’s probably never seen the sky without light pollution, he’d be astonished at how beautiful the sky is. he wouldn’t be able to say anything, just pull you close to him and thank you for taking him out here 🌠

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minjoonalist · 5 years ago

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First off i wanna say i appreciate you and your work thank you for taking time out of your day to write for us 😊💜 i was hoping you could write a drabble on j-hope and reader since i really couldnt decide the genre i would like you to have creative freedom with the line "i dont want to share you with anyone else, or can i have you all to myself?"

First off- Thank you ☺️💜, I really enjoy doing this, its been so much fun lol Second , this honestly came out way longer than I originally intended, but hey I just hope you like it ✨.

also I changed up the phrase a bit. i hope you don’t mind😘

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You swore if you moved your feet any faster, you for sure would end up rolling an ankle while trying to keep up with your friend Hoseok. His back is tense as he speed walks away from you and the club you both were just in, the night air is freezing over your exposed skin and-

geez that man can really walk… you stop and think, puffing out a lost breath of air.

“Hoseok, wait!” You call out to him, watching his furious figure move down the pavement of the sidewalk, not even flinching when you call out his name. You take a deep painful breath, a look of determination entering your eyes before you hurriedly decide to sprint to catch up with him- in heels might you add.

The short time that you run to him, you pray your feet won't give out on you- the poor muscles in them are still aching from dancing around inside with Jimin on the dance floor. He’d asked you to, after Namjoon got you and the guys a round of shots- all of you coming out to celebrate the younger Mochi’s birthday tonight.

You remembered standing at the bar- everyone surrounding him including you with Hoseok’s arm wrapping you possessively within his hold. Although you knew you guys were just friends- you always loved the way Hoseok made you feel when he did that. Butterflies swirling within your stomach as his rich cologne intoxicates your sense of smell and god if he didn't look so good dressed in an all black t-shirt with light jeans; a golden necklace hanging around his chest for viewing. He was even wearing that weird little pouch you got him a couple of months back as a joke and your heart flutters at the fact he actually wears that everyday.

...okay so yeah you had a small crush on the guy...maybe... whatever, it doesn't make you a bad guy…

But perhaps when you first looked to Hoseok for affirmation, your eyes dancing with hope once you see the subtle flex in his tensing jaw- a sharp gaze he was suddenly giving Jimin even after telling you it was okay.

It honestly made you deflate a little, hurt that he didn't care to stop you from dancing with another guy and because of that, Your arms were instantly unwinding from around him to spitefully take Jimin’s. The pink haired boy, gleefully leading you away while shining a bright smile at Hoseok and you didn't bother to pay attention.

Unknowingly, you missed the way his fists clenched at his side, how the anger inside him was slowly bubbling over with every song that passes by- his sunny facade cracking when a slow song comes on and it's not him that's swaying you side to side like it should be. But even possibly that he knew his friend wasn’t in love with you like he was and yet, had the audacity to take you away from him just as he’d been planning to admit it. So Hoseok gave up, catching your content gaze throughout the crowded room of people. Watching as it widens in worry when you see the livid expression in his face.

Which then brings him to storming out of the place and you finally catching up to him- close enough to wrap your arms around his waist with your cold cheek pressing into the hard muscles that made up his back.

“Where are you going?” you ask, your voice going small.

Hoseok’s muscles ripple under your face as his body naturally un-tenses from your touch- even though you were the cause of it in the first place. He turns to look behind him, a blank expression as he’s able to peer down at you through the side of his eye- a curse leaving his lips how wide and innocent yours looked when you look up to meet him.

His anger slowly melts away into bitterness.

“Home.” he simply mutters, trying not to sound the least bit bothered. He could feel your arms tightening, the frail limbs writhing nervously around his abdomen. “Go back inside Y/n, you shouldn't have left Jiminie alone. That's not nice…”

“But...you’re leaving me alone so that's not nice.” you frown, once again unwrapping your arms from him for the second time tonight and honestly Hoseok was beginning to really hate that feeling. He always liked the warmth it brought to him within his chest when you were clinging to him and maybe even in the lower regions as well, depending on the situation of course.

“If I’d known you would get this angry over Jimin, I wouldn’t have danced with him , I would have stayed with you instead, Hoseok. You’re the one who gave up so easily…” He hears you say, your voice is still delicate and cautious making him turn around to your nervous expression.

The wind from the ice cold air makes it hard for you to notice the gloss attempting to shine over his eyes, his lip caught between his teeth as he tries to control the dangerous feeling of jealousy. It sweeps over him gently, tossing his dark hair sideways and cooling his flush cheeks as he frowns at your words. “I didn't give up...I just thought maybe you didn't feel how I felt…” he grumbles, each word going lower but you still hear him loud enough to feel your stomach jumping with butterflies; a shot of an unknown emotion rushing through you.

You step closer into him, the man too wrapped in his head to notice the decrease in space between you.

“How do you feel then?” you whisper.

He shrugs, pausing to really contemplate whether this was the right way to confess his feelings for you, but when He thinks about it; passing up this chance while you were literally asking him, he’d really be setting himself up for failure.

“Angry…” he starts, hands by his side flexing and clenching once again. “ Jealous?...probably both, I don't know . I do know, I don’t like seeing other guys holding you like that or you holding onto them- especially not Jiminie…” He scoffs, thinking of his young handsome friend that even he was fond of himself.

Hoseok looks as if he was fighting with himself mentally, his brows furrowed together in concentration as he avoids eye contact with you. The nervous habit is what makes you smile up at him, your arms wrapping around him to pull him closer “You mean like this? Do you like when I hold you like this Hobi?” you purr, chests connecting closer than ever before. The action has him blinking down at you, pink cheeks growing hotter at the way your kind eyes were glazing over and subconsciously, his hands were planting themselves at the bottom of your waist.

“Wait what's happening right now?” he breathes with slight panic, dark eyes widening with fear and excitement. Your scent is getting stronger in his nose and he only now notices the few inches of space between your face and his. Your hands are now gripping onto his shirt and you were lifting yourself up on your tippy toes, your lips coming dangerously close to his, warm fanning over his face.

This has to be a joke...

All of sudden you’re giggling within his hold and Hoseok blinks his eyes open- not realizing he’d closed them in the first place. “It’s not a joke, I was trying to make the first move…” you laugh nervously from the offense, coming back down on your feet- the moment now lost from hearing Hoseok speak his inner thoughts.

“Oh…?” He instantly sobers up, looking down at your flushed face and disappointed gaze and it looks as if you were going to step away from him again. His heart rate begins to pick back up, the weight of his dream becoming a reality sending goosebumps all over him.

“I mean, I guess I thought you were saying that you liked me too-” you couldn't finish.

Hoseok’s lips are on yours in a flash, soft and delicate as he cautiously moves them against yours. You sigh out in content, that foreign feeling in you growing stronger and you waste no time to slip your tongue into his mouth. Hoseok moans out from the intrusion, allowing you to momentarily take advantage and before you know it- he's bringing his calloused hands to the sides of your head. The small kiss no longer anything of a soft nature- but more so hunger, his labored breaths hiding the soft moan from your throat when he moves to suck on your bottom lip, relishing in your sweet taste.

“You like me?” he whispers huskily, breaking the kiss just to peck your lips again- ignoring his need for air. You hum in confirmation with a “mhm”, your head jerking up to chase him and when he pulls back you’re pouting with impatience and confusion.

“...What about Jimin?” he arches a brow and your hands drop in defeat, a look across your face that silently asks ‘are you serious?’.

You huff within his hold, your frown deepening as you mutter “ What? Are you saying I should go back inside with him?” . He watches the anger fill your eyes and realizes how dumb of a question that was, even so- the thought of you going back inside with Jimin sets an untamable fire within him.

Hoseok's hands are tightening around your face, not painful, but enough to keep you in place and force you to stare into his gaze. You gasp out from the intensity of it, his dark irises scanning you with so much love, anger and fear, but what really floors you is the undeniable lust clouding over all it.

“No, I wont share you with anyone else, It’s better when I have you all to myself.” You almost flinch from how he growls out his answer, but Hoseok couldn't care less- his mind running wild with distracting thoughts and you swallow hard, wondering what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

#Drabble #hoseok #Hoseok drabble #bts #drabble requests

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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hey mrs z , i was wondering if you’ve ever thought of doing commissions for fics and stuff like that?? i love buying personal fics but i know a lot of fic writers don’t like capitalizing on their hobbies, which makes a lot of sense lol. love u! excited for ur new work💕💕

Hello there my dear anon! Thank you so much for thinking of me with this question but no I have no plans to ever do commissioned works, for a couple reasons. I’m putting this under a cut because it got long lol, but please know I’m sending you all my love :))

The reason that I won’t accept commissions is what you’ve mentioned here, this really is a hobby of mine. This is something that I do because it’s fun and I love it and it’s a way to unwind, ironically, from the stresses of writing professionally lol. I write fanfic for me, you know? I write it because it makes me happy. I feel as though, once I open up the gates for accepting money, suddenly the dynamic shifts. If I’m accepting money for this from someone, I feel more obligated to make sure that whomever is paying is enjoying the writing, I’m no longer writing for myself, I’m writing for them. I’m maybe bound to plot or character or themes that have been put onto me, and I have a responsibility to deliver something of quality because now there’s monetary value involved. That’s not fun to me, that’s just me dealing with another editor with a red pen, if that makes sense.

The second big reason, is one that sort of goes hand in hand with the third but, I don’t want any of my fanfiction to be exclusively limited to those who can afford it! I don’t want my stories to be only accessible to people who have paid for it. Because then it becomes a very slippery slope of, well these stories are only getting written and only being consumed by those with disposable income, and that’s not fair to the rest of the fandom at all. One of the reasons I love accepting prompts so much is because there’s such a breadth of ideas that people have, and some speak to me more than others. Imagining charging to send me an idea and wondering how many of those people wouldn’t be able to, how many of those stories wouldn’t even be thought of to get written, makes me sad. That’s like how wealthy patrons would commission artworks and then keep them holed up in their estates. I want as many people as possible, who want to read my work, to be able to read my work. That’s why I take so much pride in my masterlist’s organization and accessibility, and why I’m working on updating my AO3 to include all the Sinday writing. Fanfiction for me is something that should be shared with everyone, and the idea of prioritizing or putting a paywall in front of my fics, it just makes me feel kinda scummy.

The third reason, which sort of ties into both of the first two, is that honestly, I’m very very fortunate to be in a financial situation where I don’t have to worry about money. I would feel morally just, wrong, taking money from people who maybe don’t have much to spare, particularly in this current global crisis that we’re in. Life is stressful and difficult and I want everyone to know that no matter what your tax bracket, you can come here and enjoy entertainment that’s hopefully good quality, whenever you’d like and however often you’d like.

But the fourth reason, and probably the least important but still an important point to mention -- you really cannot make money off of fanfiction without having lawyers jumping down your throat. For whatever reason, the copyright laws are different between fanart and fanfiction, and they are much much much more strict with fanfiction. If, in some alternate universe where I was accepting commissions, it wouldn’t be for fic at all, it would be for original works, because as someone who grew up around copyright law and lawyers, they are vicious, and I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize my ability to keep writing fic for you guys.

I hope that all of this made sense, I’m truly grateful that this is a question I get asked on occasion, it warms my heart to know people out there like my writing that much. But as I always say, if you ever feel compelled to support my work financially, please just go see my films when they come out in theaters! That will be more than enough :) Once again sending you love my dear!

#Anonymous #cowboy answers

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cyoza · 5 years ago

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adrenaline

okay so we can all agree that ep 5 has been the best one so far of the season so I tried to something from that

I did try to get a little dirtier but honestly I couldn’t get in the mind frame, even after 2 glasses of scotch so aqui estamos! that being said, i feel like my last couple of chapters were focused on big horny Kory energy so I’ve at least tried to flip that around.

as per, please like, comment reblog if you like it! thanks!!

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

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The mood back at HQ was indescribable. Somehow electric from the residual energy but sombre due to everyone’s exhaustion yet triumphant from their win. Safe to say the drive back was tense and silent. Arguably due to Jason being passed out in the backseat meaning he couldn’t fill the car with his nonsensical babbling. That being said, the relief over him being okay was the premier emotion, everyone knowing how badly this could have ended.

Dick and Hank had taken responsibility for him, carrying him from the car to the infirmary. They settled him with what was essentially a baby monitor so that they could keep an eye on him but still recuperate; any movement or change would send an immediate alert to Dick’s phone. He had sustained a lot of injuries, which meant that the night ahead could potentially be a long one; everything would be touch and go to make sure he didn’t succumb to any injuries from his fall. Though Jason would probably never admit it, the trauma of the night would more than likely haunt him for a very long time to come.

Dick knew that more than anyone.

He had insisted Rachel and Gar go to bed, having to nearly twist Gar’s arm to leave Rose to get some rest ensuring him she would be okay now that everyone was back. Kory had been in the shower for the last 15 minutes, meaning she would be out soon but for now Dick was alone in the living room, bar the miserable company of the glass of whiskey in his hand. He let out a deep sigh before gulping down a mouthful, the liquid leaving a burning trail down his throat. He hoped more than anything it would at least allow him to unwind a little, the remnants of adrenaline still coursing through him fiercely.

Tonight had been a cyclone of pure shit and he had no one to blame but himself. He couldn’t seem to make the right decisions no matter how hard he tried. Because of him Rachel was in crisis, Rose and Jason were in the infirmary, not to mention how tumultuous the rest of his relationships were and if it wasn’t for Kory, they’d probably all be dead.

Kory..

The thought of her had him instinctively taking another sip, swigging the last of it. He prayed that it would slow down the leap in his heart rate but all it was currently doing was aiding in raising the heat that was stirring under the collar of his navy t shirt. He’d never seen anyone move so fluidly and so effortlessly with such power. Donna had once joked that he had a ‘thing for dangerous women’ and after tonight it would be difficult to deny it with vim. He felt himself slide down his chair slightly as he remembered more from the fight, allowing himself to do so now he knew everyone was safe and sound; at least for now. He allowed himself to remember how strong her arms looked blocking the bullets from Deathstroke. Allowed himself to think about how powerful and lithe her body looked as she flew out of the window after Jason to catch him in her arms. How positively ethereal she looked as she lifted him back to safety. He always knew Kory was exquisite but tonight was something else, something he could never hope to imagine.

‘Comfortable there, Grayson?’

Kory’s voice jolted him back up to a sitting position, causing him to almost drop his glass. He glanced up at her to scold her jokingly but found his mouth too dry to speak at the sight of her. She wore nothing but one of his button up shirts, her hair freshly blow dried to maximum fluffiness; all in all, she looked utterly irresistible

‘Dick? Hey, are you okay?’ Her voice broke his revere, summoning his gaze back her eyes where he met her worried gaze.

‘Yeah, yeah. Sorry, its uh, it's been a long night.’ He apologised, setting down the glass on the coffee table next to him.

He watched as she took the seat opposite him, trying to ignore how the light from the lamp highlighted the muscular shape of her thighs as the shirt lifted.

‘No pyjamas?’ He inquired.

‘No, I was kind of in a rush to get back so I didn’t have the time and this is the first thing I could find when I came out of the shower. You don’t mind do you?’ She raised an eyebrow, as if she was daring him to object.

‘No, of course not. You’re good.’ He cleared his throat before speaking again. ‘So..’ was his marvelous start.

‘So…?’ Kory continued, questioningly.

‘Uh, long night. And you can fly! When, um, did you find that out?’

‘Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually. I got a...jump start in getting my memories back recently and that was one of the things that I remembered.’ She shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if she hadn’t saved multiple lives tonight. ‘That was the first time I’ve done it since. I don’t know, I saw Jason fall and next thing I knew he was in my arms. Call it instinct, I guess. I was as surprised as you were. But you - You’re not Robin anymore but you sure still have his moves.’

‘Yeah, you think so? Well, I try.’ He responded, her praise sent a warm prickling sensation all over his body.

‘I’m sure you do.’ She smiled at him as she held his gaze, a smile of a siren, sultry and downright enticing. ‘You know, I forgot how good of a team we are. How well we work together. It was nice to be reminded.’

The air surrounding them seemed to be static, the electricity between them palpable in the room and the voltage seemed to ascend exponentially the longer they looked at each other. Kory was the one who broke the bubble, standing to make her way over to him. Dick could feel the typhoon of desire rising within him, like tumbling clouds and he knew it was only a matter of time that the feeling would tsunami him. Especially if Kory kept moving the way she was moving. Thankfully, she placed herself on the arm of his chair, far enough that he could at least form some relatively rational thoughts. But then she leaned over him, stupefying him as the sweet, rosy billow of her shampoo and conditioner. Kory grabbed the glass he’d been drinking out of and filled it halfway before throwing it back in one swallow.

‘It’s no fun to drink by yourself. You’re not going to get in your head tonight, Grayson, I’m gonna make sure of that.’ She announced with conviction.

Dick looked up at her, the alcohol making itself known at this point and giving him the liquid courage he needed to do what he did next. In all the recent events and tribulations, Dick had forgotten who he was. Kory frequently rendered him powerless to her but it was time he reminded himself and her of the attractive, tactful man he was. So he wound his arm around her waist and pulled her down into his lap, prompting a surprise squeal from Kory as she tipped backwards, her legs now placed over the arm of the chair.

‘Oh? And how do you expect to do that, Miss Anders?’ He whispered, pulling her closer to him so she was flush against him.

‘Why don’t you give me some suggestions...Mr Grayson.’ Kory’s face couldn’t have been more than a few inches from his, giving him perfect access for his following move.

Dick seized her lips with his own in one swift move, revelling in how velvety they were and Kory matched his energy, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm as he gave her. She lifted her arms to drape them over his shoulders, her hands landing at the nape of his neck to sieve through the tufts of hair there. The slight tug she gave them evoking a pleased grunt from him, his hips jerking instinctually. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to take her right there and then on the spot.

Normally Dick was more patient, more explorative in his ministrations, but with the way the Kory was shifting in his lap and the exhilaration from the night coupled with the whiskey, he rushed to undo the buttons of the shirt she was wearing.

It was Kory again who broke their mutual trance, pulling back from the kiss to halt his hands before he opened more than the two buttons he’d unclasped.

‘Ah, we can’t do this here. I can’t have someone walking through here and catching us.’

And much to his dismay, she slid off his lap and stood towering over his position in the chair. He began to protest but was cut short when she continued to liberate the rest of the buttons, drawing open the collar of the shirt and permitting him a peek of the supple curve of her bare breasts.

‘So? Shall we continue this in the bedroom, Mr Grayson?’

Well, he didn’t need to be asked twice.

#dc titans #titans 2018 #titans #dickkory #dick grayson #kory anders #koriand'r #Donna Troy #hank hall #robin 2.0 #???? can i tag jason as that?? idk #nightwing #??? can i also tag that idk #oh well #dicckory fanfic #dickkory fanfiction #rose wilson #rachel roth

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mystic-kitten-writer · 5 years ago

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It’s wonderful how you love reading people’s words about almost anything and attend to their words, being able to sense their feelings behind it. And I agree, it’s so lovely when you can sense a person’s joy through their words, as you said! Here I am once again, feeling special, thanks to you 💛 You’re a darling! And I’ll try my best to send long asks whenever possible!! (1/11)

Ahh, it’s going to be a while before I actually feel comfortable doing chart readings! But you know what? I would be happy to read your astrology chart for free, if you want! It would be great practice for me and it would give me a chance to grow my confidence. Though only if you want, let me know! ☺️ I’m so happy to know you’re learning and grasping everything perfectly! The way you believe in me astrology-wise makes my heart all warm 💓 (2/11)

I’m sorry your summer courses got cancelled btw, especially since you were on track to graduate. Hopefully, this gives you time for yourself though. I wish I can say I enjoy being active too, but it’s not something I do often tbh. Though I do love walking, as well as dancing (but it’s been a while). I need to find more activities that can get me moving 😔 Ah I see, what solo activities do you like doing to stay active? (I fall on the introverted side, I tend to favor being alone too) (3/11)

I’m on the same boat as you + your family. I haven’t been outside since mid-March and being at home until now has made me a bit antsy. It probably added to the weird headspace I was in too. Though that’s gone now, I’m feeling much better + less stressed thankfully. The semester is still in session for me, I’ve got about until mid-May until it’s over. Though I’m glad that school will be over before my birthday, so that’s a blessing I’m super thankful for! I can enjoy my day in peace, aha. (4/11)

Manipulation can be associated with a few other signs too actually, but Scorpio is definitely up there in the top three! And it is definitely true that that as you get older, you can either grow more into your sign’s archetype or some traits lessen over time. Rather than it being some traits disappearing, it’s more likely due to other planetary energies in certain signs coming into play and becoming more prominent. (5/11)

There’s also this point in everyone’s chart, the midheaven. It’s been said that whatever sign a person’s midheaven is in, that person shows more of that energy as they get older. Which brings me to how you got the impression that I’m a Libra! My midheaven is in Libra, which is probably why you felt that more than Taurus. It’s fascinating, especially since we’re just interacting through messages. Didn’t know my Libra energy was showing that strongly but it’s nice being aware of that now! (‪6/11‬)

I will definitely let you know if any of my guesses change when I do a rewatch of the whole series! (P.S. did you hear the announcement that A:TLA will be on Netflix ‪on May 15th‬?!) And to make it more fun, I’ll assess the other characters as well and share what signs I believe they could possibly be! I’ll consider it my mini summer project 😋 But oh my gosh, soft Zuko in the comics? 🤧 Maybe I should read the comics too then, since it might give me more material to work with. (‪7/11‬)

Your questions made sense, it’s all good! I think the best thing to refer to and see how Yue’s Venus energy influences Zuko’s Cancer side is that conversation in chapter 22 of Limerence, where Zuko told Yue that if having a family meant having a family with her, then that’s all he could ever want. Of course, he loves her, so there’s no doubt about them having a family together eventually. (‪8/11‬)

Though this is highlighted more with Yue’s Venus + Zuko’s Cancer energy because those energies meshing creates a soft/tender vibe, which makes coming together and creating a family highly ideal. Because Venus carries this loving energy which reinforces Cancer’s love for being domestic. As for the dynamic of Yue’s Libra and Zuko’s Aries, I feel that it’s one of the things that sets the overall tone for their relationship. (‪9/11‬)

With Aries/Libra, it’s kind of a classic case of Venus & Mars, so Yue being the affectionate/gentle one while Zuko being the intense/bold one, that paints the picture of their Aries/Libra dynamic. All that Libra/Scorpio energy in your sister’s family though, wow!! There are some common patterns in astrology that can occur with family, and one of those patterns can manifest as a certain sign or two being strong in the family. I guess that’s completely true for your sister! (‪10/11‬)

I’ll wrap all of this up by saying that chapter 33 of Limerence is completely enthralling! With every single chapter, I’m just in love with your storytelling. You’re such a fantastic writer! And also, it’s very enjoyable talking to you every time! Thank you for showing such warm energy always, it’s refreshing 💜 - 🌻 (‪11/11‬)

AHHHH – my lovely 🌻-anon~! 🥰🥰🥰

How long have you been studying astrology, and how long does it usually take for one to gain the confidence and skills to provide a service? I’m just so curious – but I never had anyone to ask these questions and learn. I’m sorry if these queries sound silly 😅

BUT BABE.

I would love a reading – but I’ll have to give you something. I refuse to not pay or give something back (even if small!). Plus, I need to say thank you for indulging me and letting me bother you non-stop with my questions 😂 But, seriously – you should be confident. You have literally not only captured my interest but a lot of others too!

Honestly, as sucky as it is to not graduate, I’m doing exactly that – taking the time for myself. I’ve been going for walks as of late while listening to some tunes! I live near conservation, so I’m lucky that I have a huge forest with lakes and a beach to unwind. But before I got hurt, I used to do cross-country, high-jump, and shotput (I miss those days 😭).

But, if you enjoy dancing – I encourage Zumba💃

I know it seems random, but it’s something super fun to do by yourself (or with someone else, I usually do it with my mom) and it just gets you moving. I’ve been doing Zumba almost every day because sitting on the couch is starting to get to me. It’s totally random – but it’s a fun way to get active in the comforts of your home, and you got some fun music to listen to. I’m glad to hear you’ve gotten out of that weird headspace though – I relate a lot to you in that aspect. It can take a while to get out of it, but the important part is that you did it! And I wish you the best with school, you’re almost done.

Also, happy Taurus season, babe~! 😘😘

Ouu, so what other signs associate with manipulation? I always hear Scorpio, so you’ve piqued my interest. And, I’m going to be honest, I’m still in shock that you’re a Taurus LOOL. I don’t know why, but the way you write reminds me of some of my friends/family who are Libras. You just have this diplomacy when you write? Do I sound crazy – probably 😂😂. I’ve never heard about the midheaven, but now that you told me that, it does make a lot of sense. Like you know how Zuko screams Mars? You scream Libra for me😋

YES I DID HEAR. Okay, so I’m from Canada, so ATLA is already here for us to watch – but my best friend (he lives in the States) literally called me screaming in excitement. We’re planning binge-watching dates for us to video chat and watch together. So I think I can safely assume you shall be binge-watching ATLA starting May 15 😉😉

Soft Zuko.

I swear, I fangirled soooooooo damn hard.

My heart – gone.

Soul – snatched.

Zuko is just such a cutie, like a teddy bear – with that smile of his and I just ajsdksadjksjdkasdksd My body can’t handle this level of cuteness. Like he has his kick-ass moments, but getting to see that other side of him was beautiful. My favourite moment was he gives Kiyi a piggy-back ride and tucks her into bed. If you end up reading the comics – you gotta let me know. I’m dying to know what you think of it!

It was also neat seeing Katara’s and Aang’s relationship develop in the comics (and Toph). Like the comics captured the essence of an awkward teenage romance (Katara and Aang) blooming into a long-lasting relationship. Like my friends said they cringed so hard during some ‘romantic’ moments between them, and they’re like it made us cringe not because it was bad, but because that was us when we were teenagers with our partners.

Oh wow – thank you for the examples! Honestly, it makes sense now about the domestic aspects with Zuko’s Cancer and Yue’s Venus. I just needed to make sure I was understanding it, I need to know these facts👏👏 But I swear – I feel like their whole relationship is the definition of chaotic neutral 😂😂

Is there a reason why certain signs have a strong presence in certain families (like you mentioned how you have a lot of ‘me’s’ in yours lol). Or is just random?

But I’m glad you enjoyed chapter 33, love! It feels so nice to get back into a writing routine – I was going nuts, not able to write consistently. I need to channel my chaotic energy into my stories LOOL

But I hope you’re taking care of yourself (family and friends included) in these times! It’s nice engaging in these long chats, it makes so happy (can you tell 😂).

I can’t wait till I hear from you again🌻~! 💜💜💜

#ask me anything #anon answered #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #🌻#🌻 anon #sunflower anon

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cassie-and-ren · 6 years ago

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How Monsta x would react to you asking them out.

Shownu

Honestly, I started laughing when I thought of this

But really only because I feel like you’d ask him out in frustration

I mean you two haven't been flirting back and forth

But neither of you two wanted to make the first move

Eventually you did

But it wasn’t sweet

Romantic

Or even funny

You just went up to him one night when he wasn’t on his phone

And after he was finished unwinding

Before he fell asleep

And said

“Look, I really like you and hopefully I’m getting what you’re sending because I think we should go out.”

So he…

Laughed for a moment

Before grabbing you in a bear hug

He gave you a quaint nod and said:

“Thanks, I didn’t think I could ask you.”

So then everyone referred to you two as the papa bear and mama bear

That joke never died

Wonho

I don’t get how you’re not already dating

He was flirting with you ever since you first met!

So at first you thought it was just his personality

You of course fell for him

In more ways than one

So you tried to drop super big hints

But all he would do is get flustered and make an excuse to leave

It hurt for a little bit

Thinking that maybe you were coming on too strong

But after Kihyun told you to stop complaining and just ask him out

You decided to

So you asked Wonho to meet you at a normally pretty empty restaurant.

You didn’t dress up or anything

When he saw you you didn’t even say hi.

“This is really hard for me to say but… I like you a lot. Maybe I’m too aggressive but I don’t know what else to do so…”

This super long paragraph about how cute, funny, sweet and whatever else you could think of went on.

Wonho was smiling the whole time and eventually stopped you.

“Of course I’ll go out with you, I like your aggressive side.”

Minhyuk

Fam

I cannot stress how bad it is to crush on Minhyuk

Like he makes fun of you for crushing on him!

So when it kind of got out that you may have

Sort of

Possibly

Liked him

Minhyuk wasn’t too sure of it

At first he thought it was just some random thing you had said

But then he started to see how you would get around him

So he messed with you

Any chance he got.

I mean any chance he got.

Just hanging out?

“I know (Y/N) would love to hang out more with me.”

Buying food?

“We should go out to eat together… on a date.”

It got so annoying that the boys were annoyed that you two weren’t dating

Jooheon convinced you to ask him out

He even told you what to say

“Minhyuk, you’re so annoying. You make fun of me for a crush I have on you so I just want to make all this go away and ask you: do you want to go out with me?”

He was really caught off guard for some reason

But he agreed nonetheless

Though it didn’t stop you two from now being even more annoying as a couple

Hyngwon

He’s the only reason I thought to write this

I don’t know it’s just really funny to me

Like Hyungwon already tries to be 300% all the time

But liking him?

He’d be 1000% whenever you were around him

Thankfully that didn’t include the morning

So he got a break then

You two pretty much understood that feelings were there

But Hyungwon didn’t know how he should ask you out

So he pushed it off for like forever

You had been waiting for him to ask you

But that never happened

So after about another two months went by with him trying his best

You brought food over to share with everyone

And got him alone while everyone else ate

Hyungwon was distracted by hunger and couldn’t ruin this moment even if he tried

“Hyungwon, I don’t get how you push off asking me out for this long but I just really want to go out with you. So maybe next week we can go see a movie or maybe take a nice walk together?”

Hyungwon realized he had to answer you and fumbled around with his words.

“Yeah, we can walk to a movie together!”

You laughed at him

“Just say yes.”

Even though he did 1000000000%

He was doing it for you

Kihyun

I could never ask him out

Likely he’d know you liked him

But you pretended as if he didn’t

So you’d compliment him

Defend his side in arguments

And almost always try your best not to be an idiot in front of him

But that didn’t mean it didn’t happen.

This particular time

You and Kihyun were lounging around

When this cheesy commercial came on

Something about having a crush and stress sweating in front of them

Kihyun laughed at bit

“What’s funny about that?”

“You don’t stress sweat in front of someone you like.”

“Yes you do, if you really like them you do.”

“Why not just tell them how you feel and worry about it later.”

“Well maybe because they’d reject them.”

Kihyun wasn’t having that and sat up.

“Then ask me out,”

“What!?”

“I’ll show you there’s no pressure on asking someone out if you do it correctly.”

You had no idea what that would prove

But you sucked it up

“This might be kind of weird but you’re really amazing and I think maybe we’d be good as a couple”

Kihyun didn’t think you’d actually ask him out and just smiled.

“Okay, let’s go out.”

Jooheon

It would be so cute

You two would always be so awkward with each other

And since you both liked each other you hung out together often

This one day when you and Jooheon were walking somewhere

There was a small stray cat

You and Jooheon dropped everything to give it some food

You two played with it for a while until you wondered if it was abandoned

It had a collar so Jooheon assumed it must have been

You decided to take it home then to the vet eventually

Jooheon smiled as you held the cat in your arms

“We could take care of him together, he’s small enough for it.”

“You really think taking him back and forth between homes is a good idea?”

“No, I really just wanted us to live together.”

Jooheon covered his mouth as soon as he said that

You looked at him

Then smiled and kept walking

“Maybe you should take me out to dinner first, okay?”

Jooheon just smiled and nodded

Changkyun

I don’t even know what to do

Changkyun seems like the type to wait around until something happens

Like he’ll wait for that perfect moment when he’d ask you out

So when that moment would never happen

Neither would your relationship

You had liked Changkyun for a while now

So you did want to go out with him

But it was taking too long

So you took matter into your own hands

While you were helping him paint his nails one night

“So… what do you think about going out with me?”

Changkyun looked up while you focused on his nails

“Just a little question, you know… just while we’re doing this.”

He kind of smiled and kept staring at you.

“Sounds good, I think we should.”

Even though you wanted to do back flips off the walls

You contained yourself and started doing his other hand

“Cool… you plan the date then.”

Both of you held in your excitement

But were overjoyed knowing you were going out.

#monsta x #monsta x kihyun #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x jooheon #monsta x shownu #monsta x changkyun #monsta x wonho #monsta x hyungwon #monsta x reactions

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girls-scenarios · 6 years ago

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No One Can Replace You

Idol: Irene (Red Velvet)

Prompt: I wanna request a Red Velvet Irene and female reader fluff scenario pls? It’s your sister’s wedding and you don’t have a date. You recruit your ex-girlfriend, Irene, to be your date. Then, they reconnect and they spark up old feelings. Thanks!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: It gets harder and harder to find gifs for these that I haven’t already used I swear. Maybe I need to space out the requests I do for certain idols to give the gif makers some time to make more gifs? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

This is going to sound super weird. But would you be okay with coming as my date to my sister’s wedding? My entire family is going to be there and they’re always super weird about my love life so I don’t want to give them a chance to start asking questions.

You looked down at the text you’d just sent from your phone and wanted to face-palm. It sounded so awkward to send, but you were kind of desperate and Irene was the only person you knew who could do it. Sure, she was your ex, but the two of you were still friends and the breakup had been because the two of you were too busy and had started drifting apart. You knew she’d probably be fine with it and find the whole situation funny, but it didn’t make you feel any less awkward about it. Your phone buzzed and you immediately looked at her text.

-Lol that is super weird. But I’m up for it. When is it?

Breathing a sigh of relief, you fell back onto the bed and grabbed the invitation to double check the date.

It’s three weeks from now, on the 10th at 1pm. Are you free?

-Yep. Super free that day. So I can come.

Awesome. Thank you so much! Meet at my place at 11pm? I’m a bridesmaid so I have to get there early.

-Will do! See you there!

You put down your phone and stared at the ceiling. This meant you actually had to see her in person, for only the second time since the breakup. Not only that, but she’d be around your crazy family. You groaned and rolled over, not knowing whether to feel excited or terrified. This was going to be interesting.

When the day finally rolled around, you stared into your mirror at your reflection, at the makeup and your nicely done hair and your bridesmaids dress. You didn’t doubt that your mom would probably try to re-do your hair or makeup, but it didn’t hurt to be ready ahead of time. It also had something to do with the fact that you wanted to look good for Irene when she arrived, but no one else had to know that.

There was a knock at the door and you gave one last look over your reflection before heading to the door.

Irene looked as stunning as she always did, hair curled nicely and makeup perfect, eyes twinkling a bit and a smile on her face. For a moment, you lost the ability to breath, giving her a nervous smile and stepping aside to let her inside.

“Thanks for doing this,” you said when you caught your breath back, closing the door behind her. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, turning to face you.

“Really, it’s no problem. I’m happy to get to see you again.” She hugged you, and you quickly hugged her back, relaxing a bit. She was still the Irene that you knew. And you didn’t want to make tonight weird.

“I’m happy to see you again too. You look great!” She laughed and flipped her hair playfully.

“Thank you! I just graduated so I’ve actually been getting enough sleep.” You smiled and nodded towards your room.

“That’s great! Give me one second to grab my purse and keys and then we can catch up on the way there. My sister will kill me if I’m even a minute late.”

When the two of you were settled in your car, you turned on the engine and pulled out of the neighborhood. This felt so familiar and so foreign at the same time, but you didn’t feel as anxious as you had before.

“So, you graduated?” Irene nodded her head, grinning widely.

“Yeah, finally! It really seemed like an eternity but I made it. I totally understand what you meant about sleeping for a week after you graduated last semester.”

“Being able to sleep like that is honestly the best. And then you get a job and it’s back to the grind.” Both of you laughed, knowing how hard both of your careers could be.

“No kidding. But there’s no homework, so when I get home I can just unwind, you know? The first few weeks were difficult but I’m getting the hang of it.”

“You’re liking the job?”

“Yeah, it’s everything that I thought it would be. And at least it isn’t school.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and wondering if you were just imagining the feeling of her watching you. When you looked over, she glanced away, and you smiled a bit to yourself, turning your attention back to the road.

“That’s true. It’s good that you’re enjoying it.”

“How about you? How’s work going for you?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s work. I don’t love being there, but I don’t hate it either. It’s much more laid back than waiting tables or working retail so I’m thankful for that.”

“True,” Irene said, wrinkling her nose. “I never want to wait tables again, that was torture.” You laughed softly as you turned into the parking lot for the wedding venue. When you turned off the car, you looked over at her.

“So, my family can be a little weird and overbearing. Just a warning.” She smiled and put a hand on your arm, and it felt so reminiscent of the past that you stayed still a moment even after she turned to open the car door.

The room where the bride and bridesmaids were getting ready was crowded. You made a bit of a face at the smell of hairspray and turned to look at Irene.

“Sorry to make you sit by yourself, by the way.” She waved her hand, dismissing it.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I know some of your cousins from college, remember? I’ll be fine.” That was right. She did know a few people. That was when it came in handy to have family going to the same school as you.

“(Y/N), is that you?” Your mom called your name, and you turned around, giving her sheepish smile as she came to the door. “What are you doing just standing out there? Come on in, we need to finish your makeup.”

“I already-.” She interrupted you, spotting Irene for the first time.

“Who’s this?” Irene stepped closer, giving your mom a bright smile and waving.

“Mom, this is my date, Irene. Irene, this is my mom.” Your mom smiled back and reached out to shake her hand before turning back to you.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a date.”

“I RSVP’d with both of us,” you pointed out, and your mother huffed.

“Well, your sister wouldn’t let me look at the guest book so I wouldn’t know.” Like she’d been summoned, your sister appeared, hair half done.

“Mom, stop being dramatic, we didn’t have time. (Y/N), come in and let the makeup artist finish your makeup. All the girls have to be matching.” She then disappeared, called back by the hair stylist, and your mom went after her. Sighing, you turned back to Irene.

“It might be better if you go find my cousins and wait elsewhere. It feels like a disaster waiting to happen in there.” Irene laughed and grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Will do. I think that’s one of them coming down the hallway now,” she said. “Good luck, don’t suffocate on hairspray!” You laughed, and then turned to watch her go, struck by how much you still liked her as the makeup artist pulled you into the room.

The wedding took forever. Your feet hurt from the uncomfortable heels, and your face felt heavy, but there was no way you could argue with the makeup artists or your sister, so you’d put up with it. Up on the alter, you’d spotted Irene out in the crowd, and she’d given you a little thumbs up that made you smile, but that was the highlight of the ceremony.

Immediately after you walked out, you made a beeline to the bridesmaids room to change back into the shoes you’d worn there before making your way back through the throngs of people.

There, standing by one of the doors and talking to one of your cousins, was Irene. Quickly, you walked over to her, already dreading the fact that you’d be pulled back to take pictures after your sister was done getting pictures of her and the groom.

When Irene saw you, her face lit up and she looped her arm through yours, grinning.

“You looked so uncomfortable up there,” she teased, and you thanked the makeup artist for layering so much makeup on your face that she wouldn’t be able to see your blush.

“I was uncomfortable. I don’t know who decided on those shoes but they were the worst things I’ve ever worn on my feet.” She laughed, and your cousin leaned forward to give you a quick hug before wandering off, apparently sensing the chemistry and not wanting to be a third wheel. Irene raised her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“You looked amazing though. I think your sister did a good job picking the dresses.” Again, you felt your face heat up, and laughed out of nervousness.

“You think so? I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear that.” The place was extremely crowded, but even over the tons of people talking, you could hear your name being called for pictures. You sighed and looked at Irene hopefully.

“Come with me?”

“For sure.”

Plenty of photos and some awkward conversation with family later, you and Irene sat alone at a table further back from where the newlyweds were sitting, eating their cake. Music was playing, but the floor hadn’t yet been cleared for dancing, and it was the weird in-between where everyone was eating and waiting for couple to move everything forward.

“Sorry you had to endure all that,” you said, looking down at the cake in front of you. Irene shook her head.

“Stop apologizing, I’m happy to be here. It’s been kind of fun, seeing your family. And seeing you again.” There was something in the way she said the last part, but you didn’t want to read too much into what she was saying.

“I’m glad you’re at least enjoying yourself. I would feel really bad if I dragged you here and you had an awful experience.” She laughed and reached over to put her hand on your arm again, but this time, she didn’t move it away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an awful experience when I’ve been with you. You always make it enjoyable.” Again, you felt yourself blushing, but she couldn’t see it.

“Well, thank you. Everywhere with you is enjoyable too.”

“Even this wedding?” Her eyebrow was raised playfully and you nodded, smiling.

“Even this wedding. It’s not as awful as I thought it was going to be. Although the shoes were hell.”

“So you keep telling me.” The music changed, and your sister said something that you couldn’t hear, but people had started clearing some of the area for dancing. You sat there watching them, with her hand on your arm, silent for a moment. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” You turned to look at her, and she looked a bit nervous for the first time that night.

“Do you think now that both of us are graduated and not as busy as we used to be, we could maybe... start up where we left off again?” You stared at her, mouth a bit open, not believing what you were hearing for a moment. It was what you’d wanted to hear, for probably longer than you wanted to admit, but you hadn’t been expecting it to happen.

“Are you sure we’re ready?” As much as you wanted to say yes, you couldn’t bear the thought of breaking up with her again. She gave you a soft smile, a bit of nervousness still present in her eyes.

“I think so. We’re both adults now, aren’t we? Unless you want to move on.” You shook your head quickly, so quick that a curl fell free from your hair and made her laugh a bit.

“I’ve never moved on. Nobody could replace you. I just. Don’t want to lose you again.”

“I understand. But I’m ready to try if you are.” You looked into her eyes, and new, reaching up to put your hand on top of yours.

“I’m ready.” She grinned, openly relieved.

“Good. Because I never stopped loving you, (Y/N).” You felt almost like crying, and it had nothing to do with the fact that your sister was having her first dance with her partner behind you.

“I never stopped loving you either, Irene.” The dance behind the two of you was coming to a close, and Irene held out her free hand to you.

“Then will you dance with me?” The answer was obvious.

“Of course I will.”

#red velvet #irene #bae irene #bae joohyun #red velvet scenario #red velvet scenarios #irene scenarios #irene scenario #bae irene scenarios #bae joohyun scenarios #kpop scenario #girl group scenarios #girl group scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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roykent6 · 7 years ago

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Domestic hcs are your lifeblood! Tell us some!

oh boy I would LOVE to!!! I’m gonna focus on Elle and Emmett since it’s #lbweek after all and I love them to pieces. so!

they get super into recipe videos on facebook, like buzzfeed tasty and all those, and eventually make a rule that if you send a recipe to the other person, then you have to make it within the week. it’s super fun and it totally ups their home cooking game, and they find out that they’re eating out so much less because they love cooking at home more.

at some point in their relationship Emmett mentions that he never had a pet as a kid (no money, no space, never living in one apartment for too long), but that he always thought having a cat would be nice. so Elle gets him a kitten for a gift and Emmett immediately falls in love and names him Richard the Lionhearted, because he looks like a lion cub. (“Richard. You’re really naming this cat Richard.” “Yes, and I love him already.”)

one of Elle’s favorite little ways to mark the progression of her time in Boston is how full her bed is. she started in an extra-long twin bed, shared with Bruiser, in her dorm at Harvard. then the next year she got her own place and a bigger bed, but was splitting her time between her bed and Emmett’s bed at his apartment, now sharing the bed with a dog and a boyfriend. then they move in together and Richard the cat comes into their lives, and it’s now Elle, Emmett, and their two pets in the bed. it stays that way for a few years until they have their first kid, Eli, who starts climbing into the bed when he’s a toddler. and as kids do, he usually brings a stuffed animal with him to bed, and sometimes they start to collect in there. so the bed becomes Elle, Emmett, two pets, one toddler, and a handful of stuffed animals. eventually it becomes Elle, Emmett, two pets, two kids, and honestly too many stuffed animals, and Elle wouldn’t have it any other way. though it helps that they’ve long since graduated to a king bed by now.

they’re huge fans of doing little things to make the other person happy for no reason except to brighten their day and show how much they love them. sometimes it’s sending a cute picture that they find online (they like cutesy food pun cartoons a lot) or leaving work a little early to go by the North End to bring home cannolis for dessert or picking up extra red bull to get the other person through a long night of casework.

the first time that they’re in court on the same day, not counting the Wyndham trial of course, they’re positively giddy with excitement. they take the T downtown to get to the courthouse together and then say goodbye in the lobby before going to their respective rooms with a kiss and saying, “Go get ‘em, councilor,” and “Knock ‘em dead, Woods. You got this.” and then spend the rest of the day scanning hallways and lobbies for each other so they can wave or catch each other in passing to update each other on their days.

they love taking baths together (shout-out to Kendall @lessracquetball and Rachel @moreracquetball for this one), and they do that even more once Elle gets pregnant. she’s sore each day and Emmett does a ton of research to find the best bath salts and bath bombs for pregnant people, and then they try a new one each night. their favorite way to be is with Elle leaned back against Emmett’s chest so he can massage her shoulders while they soak.

Emmett is pretty prone to getting anxious and stressed when he’s overworked, and Elle is really good at diffusing that. she recognizes the signs as they start to come on and gets in and helps him unwind as much as she can. she firmly but gently tells him he needs to stop working for the night, puts on one of his favorite movies (John Hughes movies, Mel Brooks movies, Field of Dreams, Toy Story, To Kill a Mockingbird) or a Red Sox game (as long as it’s a low-stress spring/summer game and not against the Yankees), orders takeout, and spends the rest of the night rubbing the pressure points at the back of his neck/running her fingers through his hair.

they like surprising each other with little weekend trips or daytrips every now and then. like if Emmett knows they have a free long weekend coming up, he’ll get them a room at a B&B in the mountains, and he’ll leave work early to go home and pack their bags and get snacks in the car. so Elle will get home surprised to see him home so early and he just grins at her and announces that they’re going away for the weekend and the car is packed whenever she’s ready to go. of course, Elle has to go through her suitcase and make sure that Emmett packed her good things to wear, but he accounted for that and kept her bag in the apartment instead of putting it in the car ahead of time. but she’s thrilled and it’s a great weekend, and of course a few months later she does the same thing to him. he usually trusts her packing though.

the first time Emmett goes with Elle to LA to visit her parents is his first time on a plane, and he’s deeply nervous about it. but Elle keeps him calm and holds his hand the whole time and gets a couple glasses of wine in him until he’s relaxed and sleepy enough to curl up with her and sleep for the whole flight. then when they get there Elle mentions something about Disneyland, and when Emmett says that he’s never been to a Disney park, she immediately makes arrangements for them to spend the weekend down in Anaheim to give Emmett his first every trip to the happiest place on earth. and he LOVES it. Elle already has a pair of Minnie ears at her parents, and she insists on buying Emmett a pair of Mickey ears with his name embroidered on the back. they have the best time and do all the rides, eat all the good snacks (what’s up Disney popcorn!!! also churros and pretzels), watch the parades and fireworks, and take all the cheesy pictures kissing in front of the castle. Emmett never understood what people meant when they said that Disneyland is magical, but...he kind of gets it now. of course, it only gets better when they go back with their kids years later.

well! I wrote so much, as usual. anyway I love everything about them, I could write about these domestic fools forever. thanks for asking me for them!!!!

#lbhc #lbweek #long post #i'm so soft for these two #so damn soft #Anonymous

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the-appreciation-zone · 7 years ago

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I LOVE jalexy's taz fics. Raise and get Razed is fuckin hilarious, and Do You Remember Me is so sad and sweet and Im so excited for the next update <3!

Jalexy I don’t really know you that well but from what I’ve seen you are very nice and I love seeing your icon in the chat discussions!!

Galexy is really jazzed about dnd! And she knows her stuff! It's really fun going back and forth when talking about the pros and cons of spells in different situations!

Hey Jalexy! It’s been a lot of fun seeing you around on the writer’s discord! Thanks for giving boom and me ways to customize the server to maximum non-readability – I’m sure we’ll use that information in totally responsible ways and not at all for fun and goofs. Your ideas for the potential Pacific Rim au were great – you mentioned that you like to make connections between the different stories and that’s one of my absolute favorite parts of coming up with aus. We should talk more about aus sometime! I love them so much, come and talk and share this au pit with me. (Then we can trick other people into writing them.)

I read your fic, “Raise and get Razed” and it was wonderful! I really like that you took a look at what necromancers might be beyond very goth and hiding out in caves; those are fun too, but the necromancers in your story are original and interesting! I love the idea of average people getting creative with a dark form of magic for relatively innocent reasons – I never would have considered a person using necromancy to help their farm, but asking a parent for advice using plants as a sacrifice are excellent ideas.

I think my favorite part, though, were the pun names and Lup’s reaction to them! I have no idea how you came up with so many but that entire section where the group is being asked for their names was wonderful. My absolute favorite line is this: “B- Buddy- Buddy Corpse? His name’s Buddy Corpse. It’s- it’s ironic how he- he died really c- cause I can admit that it sounds like bloody corpse but th- that’s his real god given name.” (Poor guy, how did he never notice this trend?) Lup going back to retrieve the bodies just so she could see if their names were also puns was hilarious and absolutely something Lup would do. Poor Kravitz is trying to be professional and Lup and Barry aren’t helping; it’s a mess and a delightful peek into their dynamics together!

Thank you for sharing this work and some wonderful experiences on discord, and I hope we can talk again soon! I hope you feel every bit as appreciated as you deserve to be!

I’ve also read your fic “Do You Remember Me?” that you’re collabing with hyperInactive, and I am so excited to see where you two go with it! I’m incredibly fond of aus, and especially those that explore what might have happened differently in the story with even a slight change. I really love the idea of Lup getting out of the Umbrastaff early, and this is the first time that I’ve seen it explored with Lup leaving the Umbrastaff during the Rockport Limited arc. (While I was reading I hoped that the au aspect was going to be Lup being freed early, but I was not expecting it to happen in that moment! I had to stop and try to remember if that was how the fight went down - and then the crab snapped the staff and I had a great “oh shit” moment.) That’s such a unique opportunity! Lup has the chance to see what’s happening on the moon base and react to it, but is also able to more obviously interact with events of the story in a way that she couldn’t in canon. There are so many possibilities here! I’m not sure what you’re planning with the rest of the fic, but there are several arcs filled with potential and I’m so excited to see where you go with it!

What I especially liked in the fic - something else I haven’t seen before - is Lup refusing to believe that her brother would have forgotten about her. There are a number of fics that explore Lup learning things from inside the umbrella, and in most of them she figures out almost immediately that Taako has forgotten everything, including her. I love the difference of, despite all of the evidence that might hint otherwise, Lup doesn’t believe it. (And the moment on the train when she wonders if Taako stopped looking for her after a couple of years broke my heart - she’s not angry, but she never would have stopped looking for Taako.) That’s such a realistic way to portray that realization; it’s the one thing that Lup refuses to accept until she absolutely has to, and that gives her moment of realization so much more impact. I’m very excited to see what you do with both this and other fics in the future!

"Jalexy, the apprecaition zone has led me to your Ao3 and i have never been more greatful. 'Raise and get Razed' was hilarious and all round a wonderful short read! All their names are puns and it took me a while to get it but once it clicked I died laughing. Also the setting of the barn, and their reason for summoning (pumpkings, the first instinct when pumpins arn't growing is ask a demon. im.) was great?? I loved it. Im not very far into 'Do You Remember Me' that you have been writing with hyperInactive but bOY is it good. The lup feels are so heavy in this one, and I can assure you I'll be binging the entire fic sometime soon. Theres this wonderful mix of lines straight from the podcast as well as explorations of scenes from Lup's perspective and its just. The feels. Its just all so good."

Cool. Well I would like to say that I read some of her fics and that her strongest skill, one I really envy, is her ability for description! It’s really easy to picture what she’s saying and it’s all so real seeming. Honestly it’s an amazing skill and makes her writing great in a way that keeps my attention and I just assume everyone else’s

Their angst is absolutely A+ and their tumblr has the perfect balance of fandom v memes, and i enjoy following them v much (although I don't understand their homestuck references, which i assume are very funny based on other experiences). They're a warm and funny presence on the discord, which is mainly how I know them, and they're always around to chat or to help generate Horrible Ideas. They are eminently quotable and the discord would be an emptier place without them.

Ive got my addition! Ive read and reread your gift for candlenights sooo many times!! I love your works, but that one in particular was so funny i was dying! Badass dysfunctional reaper squad is the absolute best, and I love how you write them! You’re a ton of fun to have in the chat, from the thousands of cursed jean jokes that get dropped to the fun ideas tossed around (even in the dangerous waters of the homestuck tag). Stay cool!!

Raise and get Razed was one of the funniest TAZ fics I've read!! Barry is a nerd, the characterization was spot-on, and the sheer amount of puns... I kept laughing through the entire thing! Also, I love your blog and blog theme,, it's so soft and nice to look at.

I hope this isn't too late but for galaxies good good feels thing I wanted to say that I knew them in the McElroy party server and they've always been extremely fun to be around and just a joy to be near. they always have soft, fluffy ideas that they execute beautifully, it's good enough to be published as a children's book, and honestly, their ideas are great for when you just want to unwind with a warm and fluffy story.

Sorry this is so late ive been moving house while working full time things been slipping x.x Jalexy! Holy jazz you beautiful human, you are a day-brightener in every possible way! You're so positive and easy to talk to and an actual literal Great Human with a tumblr that is aaaaaall Good Shit (bc I legit scrolled through for a couple hours because all of it was so good?? You know how to pass on that good good content and it's ALWAYS a good day when you're on my dash. Thank you for being one of the sunshine people <3

"Hey!!! I don't get to talk to you nearly enough for how fucking cool you are, but you are super fucking cool. I wish i had so much more substace to put in this than i do, but school is kicking my ass (like always, really, fucking developmental disorders, why are they like this???) and i am a nervous bean who has seen your url and your killer handle (seriously, that nickname and handle are to die for!!! good shit right there) many times and been too weenie to talk to you. I know you are super chill and super cool, and i admire you a lot, and hopefully we talk a lot in the future. <3"

Time To Appreciate the Shit out of Alex! Like, ok, you are just so good???? im giving up on anonymity here, you're gonna know its me by what I say. If I tried to be vague and anonymous, I wouldnt be happy with what I said. (Also this is gonna be super sappy bc i have two modes: Angst and Sap, and this sure as hell isnt gonna be the former). Anyway, you are so much fun to write fics with. Like, hands down I would write endless amounts of stories with you bc you have such good ideas, constantly. Half the time our brainstorming is me sending you an idea that I think is decent but not that great, and then you sending back an idea that is just So Damn Good. Your story ideas are super original too, and they're stories that if I saw them in a bookstore i would buy them in a heartbeat because I've seen nothing really like them. And your writing never fails to make me laugh, because you just have this way of adding humor to stories that doesn't seem forced at all and I'm convinced its a whole different art form because I could never be as funny as you when I write. And then, when the humor is super obvious in the writing it doesnt even feel wrong or clunky in any way it's just hysterical.

Your writing style is just so unique and I could read it forever. Youve been one of my absolute Best Friends for four years now, and you've motivated me to write so much, I can never repay you for all the ideas youve given me and the beta-ing help and the brainstorming we've done that most of the time turns into us making jokes about Everything. Do You Remember Me is one of my favorite things to write, and thats largely thanks to you. You're just so supportive of all my writing, no matter what it is, and I hope that I'm doing a good job in return because honestly? I think one of the reasons I'm so intent on making that fic perfect is because I want to make you proud? You're just a huge inspiration to me and I really want you to be happy with the fics we make together. And you'd better know that when you publish your first novel, I'll be the first one to get a copy because its gonna be amazing! You're gonna be amazing!

#the appreciation zone #galexyvalkerie #the taz fic writers discord

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