#that’s the exact shade of his cheeks btw you’re welcome

[drunkeddiediaz]

HOW?

[for-bucks-sake]

Low Hundreds.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes. Word count: 3.5K. Warnings: Fluff! All the fluff! And also smut. Summary: This year, Captain America will not be celebrating his birthday with America, or in America. But with his boyfriend. Far, far away. A/N: I am beyond fashionably late, but that idea started to form solidly literally two days ago. I’m so soft for vacation!Stucky. And Greece is really cool. I think the boys would appreciate its old fashioned vibe, (although I haven’t been there a good couple of tears, so I might get something wrong.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAP! Thank you so much for reading, hope you enjoy! Btw, requests are open! 

Gif’s not mine.

They flew out of the states yesterday. Leaving New York behind for the sake of a place that was the embodiment of peace and quiet, providing them with complete anonymity.

Waves of sand collided with real waves, cerulean blue met gold as they reached the shore, looking at the beautiful act of nature.

Bucky glanced at Steve, smiling, putting his bag down conspiratorially, “last one to get to the water is a little bitch!” He shouted, speeding up a little too fast for it to look natural, hands all but tearing his navy t-shirt off.

No one could see them there, and Bucky didn’t know if it was for the fact they were completely alone, or just the reassuring presence of Steve next to him, but for the first time in a long time, he felt safe.

“Guess you can call yourself a bitch now.” Steve had a shit eating grin on his face, making Bucky literally eat sand as he ran past him so swiftly on the soft, grainy ground, it came flying backwards. Right into Bucky’s face.

“Fuckin-“

The loud splash of a body hitting water told him the competition was over. Bucky found he didn’t care much as he watched Steve’s perfect form swimming quickly, receding from the shore on to the bottomless blue.

He too entered the welcoming ocean, skin shivering at the new sensation of cool wetness and warm breeze, chasing deeper right into the arms of a welcoming lover.

“Punk.” Bucky muttered as Steve pulled him closer, easily finding his waist through the clear waters.

“And what about it?” Steve smirked, leaning in for a kiss. He brushed Bucky’s full lips with his. Bucky tried to nudge his head closer, but before he could, Steve pushed his full weight on top of him, forcing them both to sink back into the sea.

Steve could see Bucky’s wide eyes when he realized what had happened, a determined look replaced the tenderness in them as he moved hastily, using his metal arm to work through every law of physics as he forced the water out of his way, chasing Steve yet again while the latter tried to get away as fast as possible. This time he was short handed;

Bucky caught one of Steve’s legs, jerking him back forcibly so he could grab his waist. Air didn’t seem to run out even then; calloused palms met rock hard stomach, legs working overtime to keep them afloat, bubbles that could be hot breaths surrounded them, nothing was heard but that muted silence you could only find underwater.

Steve buried his hands in Bucky’s floating hair, closing the left distance between them and connecting their mouths. He could taste the salt on his lips, water infiltrating their kiss when Steve adjusted his palm and brought it to cup the stubbled jaw. Bucky squeezed his waist softly, tongue slowly licking its way deeper into Steve’s mouth, meeting his in a stinging briny mix.

They left early, successfully avoiding any troubles that may be caused by the Forth of July rush. Steve was reluctant to agree, anxious as always for the fate of the world, only backing down after weeks of creative persuasion; if it wasn’t for the years Bucky spent perfecting a stubbornness that only matched Steve’s - they would still be in Brooklyn right now. A break was well deserved, and they accrued enough vacation days for nine lifetimes, anyway.

Bucky pushed them up in a single swift motion, lips still connected as they moved above waters like a single body instead of two, the change in scenario embracing them with a hit of a fresh breeze, sounds that only echoed through under, were now ringing pleasantly in their ears.

The subtle shift of the waves on top of each other created an impossibly calming rhythm, their strong bodies giving in to the ripples and letting the ocean guide their movements, happily complying as they drifted closer to each other.

Steve moved away and gasped for oxygen, inhaling a lungful of clear air only to sink down again, emerging a moment later a few meters away from Bucky, almost as if he couldn’t leave him alone for too long. He shook his head, letting the new acquired droplets fall from his bright hair down to his angled face, the small drops parting from his skin when they met his clean shaven chin, falling back to their source.

It was as if some divine entity decided to interfere, making Steve stop at the exact spot and the Sun to appear just behind him, lengthening its rays far enough to reach and shower his body with a yellow, afternoon light, illuminating him golden.

He looked overwhelmingly beautiful, untouchable, even.

Wet strands of his hair desperately tried to hung off his forehead, only few succeeding, lips scarlet from kissing and salt, so aesthetically pleasing over the background of his perfect skin, resembling blood stained white silk.

His cerulean eyes stared back, actively stealing all the color from the water, soaking it in to make his eyes even bluer, as if he needed that.

Bucky forgot how to breathe. And not as a cliche everybody says. He genuinely forgot how. Maybe everyone thinks they can’t breathe anymore, but he was the only one to actually witness Steve Rogers looking like that.

Steve’s lips were slightly parted, staring at him in awe, the left corner of his mouth curved into half a smile.

Bucky licked his lips and exhaled as he rediscovered the ability to breathe, flashing a toothy grin when Steve swam his way to him, closing the distance one last time and not looking away from his eyes.

His hair reached his shoulders, less dark somehow as he grew it longer. Steve couldn’t tear his gaze from the couple of skies that settled inside Bucky’s orbs, looking stunningly alike the origin above them.

And water drops on metal, he soon found out, looked exactly like stars when the sun hit them.

Steve approached the sky full of stars in front of him, getting painfully close without touching. There will be a lot of touching, later. For now, he was content with just watching.

As Bucky inhaled, Steve exhaled. They worked like a well oiled machine, doing nothing but drinking in each other’s appearance, absorbing where they were and what they did, living the proximity they were so comfortable staying in, forever.

-

Summer days were longer, but still so short. Whether they were spent by the beach, on the local market, or just in bed - everyday, the colors outside seemed to soften before they could notice;  Neon yellow surrendering its place for the sake of low oranges and pinks that in time, were slowly fading away as well, replaced by midnight blue.

In those moments Bucky didn’t miss home. He didn’t miss seeing the national flag everywhere, he didn’t miss tensing every time a loud noise would go off, he didn’t miss the stares that followed him wherever he went, he didn’t miss America.

All he wanted was to stay here, in that little piece of heaven they somehow managed to find, keep it close to their chests and never let go.

Maybe never was a big word, but so was love. -

Greece was kind to them, for sure. Peaceful as always, even on the night of the Third.

After a long day inside their private ocean they decide to walk around for a while, showing off their impressive tan lines and sun kissed cheeks.

“Let’s enjoy the last night before you turn a hundred and…something years old!” Bucky announced with honest to god enthusiasm.

They missed more birthdays than they could count, so they simply stopped counting. Age was meaningless to them and time could never catch up. They were beyond time.

Always have been, when you think about it.

They strolled around the local businesses spread around a nice area, also near a beach; there was a beautiful stand of homemade jewelry, mostly colorful beads made of wood that decorated thin threads. Near that there was an actual store full of shabby manakin torsos, dressed in all kinds of graphic t-shirts.

In a fluent Greek and a perfect accent that both surprised and didn’t surprise Steve, Bucky purchased him a cheap looking tank top with a cheerful logo on it that ironically said, “Captain Greece.”

“You are…” Steve began, nostrils flared as he smiled and shook his head,

“Spoiling my boyfriend for his birthday? You’re damn right.” Bucky nudged his shoulder and continued walking, pulling at Steve’s hand that was intertwined with his.

They walked past a boutique that was filled with fake designer bags, and about three sunglasses stands covered with SALE signs written in English before Bucky decided it’s a sophisticated scheme to make him want to buy shades he didn’t need.

He ended up buying three pairs. Immediately pairing up Steve with ones that had a plastic frame covered with the American flag.

“You realize that joke is getting old, right?” Steve snarked, adjusting his new glasses on the top of his head.

“Not nearly as old as you, pal.”

“Are you hungry? I’m starving, that thing over there smells delicious!”

“Don’t ignore my awesome bur - that actually does smell good, c’mon.”

-

Ethnic street food is amazing and cheeseburgers suck, they decided then (well, maybe they don’t suck, but they’re nothing compared to the festival of flavors their tastebuds experienced). As they were snacking on what was left of their greek dessert filled with rich cheese and sweet syrup, Bucky glanced at his watch only to realized it was nearly midnight. They had to return to the small cabin they rented before the clock hit twelve. Deep inside he knew, that hour had no real meaning, but it was a principle. He will celebrate Steve the birthday he deserves, even if it’s just the two of them. Especially when it’s just the two of them.

“C’mon old man, hurry up now, we need to get to our place as soon as possible.” Bucky hurried him, half jokingly but mostly not.

Steve licked his fingers from the sugar and butter that coated the tips, muttering a tired “yeah, yeah’, but moving faster nevertheless, matching his pace to Bucky’s.

They approach the place they grew more and more comfortable with everyday, Bucky reached for his pocket and drew out a single key, shoving it into its place and opening the door with a creak.

“Stay here, baby. I’ve got somethin’ for you.” Bucky ordered Steve to stay in the small living room space, disappearing inside the single bedroom they shared.

“Oh, so I’m baby now?” Steve cocked an eyebrow just before Bucky turned around, “seriously though, Buck, we said no presents, please! This vacation is more than enough, I swear t-“

“Hey Stevie? Shut up.” Bucky shouted from the room, the amusement evident in his voice, “you’re gonna like it. Promise.”

After low rustles and a soft thud, Bucky was near him again, hands behind his back and a face decorated with an undeniable giddiness.

They waited in silence for the hands behind the glass to collide, Bucky refusing to do anything but glare murderously at the clock, urging it to move just a bit more to the right. The enthusiasm of a child took over when it happened, it was finally midnight and the date subsequently changed. Bucky shifted his arms, bringing the neatly wrapped present from behind his back, placing it in front of Steve, who was sporting a small pout and shiny eyes when he saw its size -

Never really getting over the complex of hating to be given anything but being too excited to refuse it. It reminded Bucky of old times, when neither of them could even dream about what they had now. Birthday gifts were a luxury, something they could rarely afford, even once a year. He wanted to give Steve the world he deserved ever since he met him. Now he actually could. Out of all the things about the future, that - he will never forget.

Steve sat cross legged on the sofa, stance as straight as always, almost like he waited for permission to open the thing.

Bucky was flustered just the slightest, still standing up, now stepping near Steve and looking at him expectedly.

“Happy birthday, Stevie.” He said hoarsely, a sign of upcoming tears he tried his hardest to fight.

Steve looked up to the towering frame above him, after so many years he could recognize every single crack and hitch in Bucky’s voice.

“C’mere.” Steve grabbed the back of his thigh, pulling him over to his lap.

Bucky gladly complied, once adjusted on the comfiest sit in the world, he grabbed Steve’s face, attaching their lips.

“It’s so much.” Steve whispered, unwrapping with that neat politeness his mother thought him.

“Nothin’ is too much for you.” Bucky whispered back, squeezing Steve’s bicep reassuringly.

Steve placed the large box on Bucky’s lap, caressing his thighs with every movement he made, lingering his touch when he removed the wrapping paper from the bottom of it.

Bucky huffed but didn’t say anything, the knots inside his stomach stretching out and restraining him from speaking. Anticipation overcoming his primal instinct to tease Steve back.

Steve’s breath hitched when he opened the simple box. He could feel that lump of air stuck in the middle of his throat, unable to move up or down, shocked just as he was because he knew exactly what these were.

He stared at the leather journals for so long Bucky thought he did something wrong. And when Bucky got nervous, he started talking.

“I thought…well, I thought I should try and get them back.” He scratched the back of his head, ��didn’t even read ‘em again. Didn’t want to because I was afraid I’d read something there that would make me regret givin’ them to you.”

The pain in Bucky’s voice must’ve woken up Steve from his trance. He picked the first notebook from the top of the stash. Opening a random marked page slowly, only to meet his own face looking at him back. Just like all those years ago.

“You’re probably not gonna like most of what you read in there. But there are some good memories, too. It’s mostly a mess and there are too many and I’m pretty sure there are solid three pages of me rambling about your eyes but, it’s me.” He took a deep breath, “it’s another part of me whether I like it or not. And I want you to know it.”

“Is it double sided?” Steve spoke after a long moment.

“What?”

“The pages about my eyes. Are they double sided?”

Bucky begrudgingly lost the battle against his tears. Barking in relief as his whole body started to shake. 

Steve laid down the journal to his right and wrapped his arms around the man on his lap.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I love it. It’s the most beautiful gift I was ever given. Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you.” He held him firmly, not quite knowing what to do but to stay like they were.

“It’s not everything.” Bucky snuffled and raised his head from Steve’s neck. It wasn’t stained with tears, and somehow, it was worse, “there’s more.”

“Oh god, Buck. You really shouldn’t ha-“

“It’s at the bottom of the box.” Bucky shuffled closer, as to watch even closely Steve does open it.

He looked under the three additional journals that were inside, all completely identical, and found a cardboard box. Way smaller, and long. Like one you’d put jewelry in it.

“Buck…”

“Go ahead.”

Steve opened the cover gently, looking at another fragment from his past. Their past.

“I thought they were at the museum! How did you get them?”

“Turn it over.” Bucky smiled sadly.

“Holy shit.”

“The museum had a replica, I think. A fake. These are our real tags. And they’re yours. Oh and, open them.”

Somehow, Bucky had their dog tags connected together and the edges, what ultimately had turned them into a locket.

Steve unlocked it carefully, revealing a picture of the two of them. It was taken recently, for sure. Bucky’s hair was long like it was now, and he was smiling wide. His own face was beardless, also twisted with a smile. The breathtaking landscape of Wakanda was in display behind them, arms wrapped around each other’s waists.

“I thought, with all the things from the past, you could use something from now.”

“Does that make me your girl now, serge?” Steve smirked and closed the necklace, putting it on, the hint of tears in his eyes as well.

“I sure hope not,” Bucky grinned mischievously, hoisting himself up from Steve’s lap and kneeling between his legs, “‘cause then I wouldn’t be able to suck your dick.”

Steve swallowed, intensely watching Bucky unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his already hardening cock. He wrapped his left hand around the base, and Steve, responsive as always, twitched at the new sensation, breath rugged as he was stroked, slowly. 

Steve eyes shot open when he felt Bucky’s tongue on his tip, joining his hand on working him wet and filthy. He groaned and leaned back, trying to get more of himself into Bucky’s mouth.

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good.”

Steve didn’t question it for a second, relaxing his shoulders but then tensing up again as Bucky licked the side of his cock, down from his balls and up to his tip again - tracing strips of spit all over Steve’s impressive length.

“Shit, Bucky.” He moaned, hands trailing down to the brunet’s hair and weaving through it, slightly pushing him forward.

Bucky was always a tease, even today he couldn’t help it. But he got the hint, lovingly kissing Steve’s underside and fitting half of him inside his mouth.

He started to work on Steve’s cock, up and down, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin. The wet sounds his mouth created in sync with his movements made everything feel even dirtier.

“Just like that Buck, yeah, just like that.” Steve sighed with pleasure, pushing Bucky’s head a little bit farther up. His cock hitting the back of Bucky’s throat.

Bucky hollowed his cheeks, staying completely still beside swallowing, creating the vacuum sensation he knew Steve loved, drawing salty precum from him.

Steve let a delicious, desperate sound as Bucky released the cock from his mouth with a loud pop, grazing his teeth on a particular thick, visible vain on the way out.

“Fuck, Bucky.” His moans went straight to Bucky’s own hardening cock, getting rather uncomfortable trapped inside his jeans. He gripped at Steve’s strong thigh with his right palm and massaged the inner part, composing himself.

Steve grunts were getting louder. He clutched the couch and inhaled sharply; Bucky’s mouth never seizing to work wonders on him, and he was close, he was so close.

He moved his bare foot to caress Bucky through his trousers, giving him at least some of the relief he knew he needed.

Bucky hummed on his cock, exhaling a rugged hot breath from deep inside his throat, and Steve was done for.

He came with a string of curses, a mouth as dirty as a soldier’s, shooting load after load of warm cum into Bucky’s willing mouth.

Even then he didn’t stop sucking. Still working on milking the birthday boy out of every drop and every whine he had. Only to ruin him all the same minutes later.

“My ears,” Steve breathed heavily, chuckling at Bucky’s stained beard, “are fucking ringing.”

At least it’s not from fireworks. Bucky thought.

“Oh, you think we’re done yet?” He cocked an eyebrow, shoving that thought far away and taking off his clothes quicker than Steve could blink. His shirt was off by the next second as well - leaving them both completely naked, raw.

-

“Mornin’ birthday boy.” Bucky hummed, covering every inch of his face with kisses, gradually leaving a trail of sloppy pecks down his neck, and collarbone. He was about to get even farther under the blanket before Steve stopped him.

His eyes blindingly bright, one long finger tilted his chin up.

“Am I going to get another one of your famous blowjobs?”

Bucky smirked, “oh, so they’re famous now. Why? Who told you about them?”

“I dunno. About ten, twenty guys.”

“Now that’s a relief!” Bucky let out a loud phew, “‘cause I stopped counting at the low hundreds.”

Steve shoved his shoulder, then guided him back up to capture his lips in a kiss, “you’re a jerk, you know that?”

Bucky nodded in agreement, laughing into Steve’s mouth.

[americaswritings]

Tell me you love me

Summary: You're at Comic con along with the cast of Infinity War . A fan asks if you and Tom are dating, which leads to not only one heart breaking that afternoon.

Words:  1.3k

Warnings: heartbreak, fluff

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

A/N: Just a quick little one-shot I wrote a while ago but never posted.. I hope you enjoy!

This is inspired by the Lili and Cole panel, but it takes a different turn. Also this gif is so adorable!! Tom is so CUTE wth 💗💗 Requests are open btw :)

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"So I have a question", a young girl stepped to the microphone giggling with her friend.

You were currently at a Q&A session at ace comic con, along with your cast mates from Infinity War.

"Go on", Tom encouraged her and they all patiently waited for her to calm down so she could ask her question.

"It's for Tom and (y/n)", she continued while breaking into another fit of nervous laughter.

You and Tom exchanged a small smile while the rest of the cast leaned back a little.

"Many fans were wondering if you guys are dating", the girl stated and a wave of cheers and whistling were heard from the audience.

"So are you dating?"

You felt your heart beat rapidly in your chest while your cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

You gazed to the ground, trying to come up with a funny answer, but your mind was blank.

Tom and you spend a lot time together, which had attracted the fans attention a lot, even more recently.

But both of you had ignored all the rumors and headlines, mainly because you hadn’t labeled your relationship yourself as well and none of you wanted to get hurt or hurt the other. 

The audience’s laughs gave you some time to process the question, but no one said anything, all gazes lingering on you and Tom.

"What an inappropriate question", you heared Lizzy mumble and you turned to see her giving you a sympathetic smile.

"(Y/n) and I are not dating", you suddenly heard Tom’s voice, calm and sweet, like usual.

You peeked into his direction, relieved that he would do the talking for this one, but also shocked about his clear words.

There was no room for interpretation.

"We're just friends", he added, stabbing your heart once again.

You gazed towards the audience, seeing some people shake their head over the question of the girl and some, who were clearly disappointed of Tom’s answer.

But you also heard cheers.

"He can be with Zendaya then", you heard a girl whisper to her friend, a little too loud.

"She just got friend zoned", another one stated, giggling with a group of teenage girls.

"Look at her face, how embarrassing!"

"Post that!"

You felt your cheeks heat up even more, ignoring the sudden urge to flee from the stage.

Instead you put on a fake smile, nodding along with Tom’s statement.

The girl, who had asked the question, seemed more than pleased before she returned to her seat in the front row.

While new questions were asked, this time about the movie more than their personal lives, you felt Tom glancing at you. But you couldn't look at him or else you would have broken down into tears.

And that was something you couldn't allow to happen, at all costs.

So you ignored him for the rest of the panel, messing around with Lizzy a little to distract yourself from his words.

"And that was the last question for today!"

You exhaled in relief, grabbing your water bottle in front of you before waving once again towards the audience.

When you left the stage you felt tears enter your eyes and you quickly excused yourself from the others, making your way over to the elevators.

"(Y/n) wait!", you heard Tom call after you, which made you hurry up even more.

"I don't want to talk right now", you announced, waiting impatiently for the elevator to arrive.

Maybe you should have taken the stairs, but the hotel was enormous and Tom would have caught up to you easily anyways.

"Please!” Tom grabbed your wrist, turning you to him.

"I'm sorry.” His eyes met yours, searching for any indication on what to say.

"You don't need to apologize", you muttered.

"We didn't clear up what exactly our relationship is.” Now I know your side of it, you added in your head.

Tom scanned your face, his eyes taking in every little detail of your expression.

"You're mad at me", he stated then.

"I am not mad at you!" Tears streamed down your cheeks now.

"I am mad at myself. That I have let all of this get to me."

You could see Tom’s confusion, a deep frown covering his face while his lips were a thin line.

You were a riddle to him and he wanted to figure it out.

You let out a silent sob and Tom’s hand reached out for yours, intertwining your fingers in an attempt to comfort you.

But his actions had the exact opposite effect.

"Don't!", you hissed while pulling your hand away.

"Friends don't do that shit! And that's what we are, just friends!"

A pling- sound rung out and the doors to the elevator opened.

You stepped inside, turning around to watch the doors close behind you, leaving a confused and heartbroken Tom behind.

The moment the doors had closed you let yourself fall apart; breaking into loud sobs and cries.

-

You ordered another drink and downed it in one swift move.

Usually you didn't think much of drinking, but this time you welcomed the numb feeling, silencing all the million thoughts running through your head.

The liquid left a burning sensation in your throat and you smiled bittersweet at the disgusting taste.

A person slid into the seat next to you and without having to turn your head you knew it was no one other than Tom.

"You really are everywhere, aren't you, Holland?", you sighed, reaching for another shot.

"We need to talk", was all he said and you realized that he wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"I spend the last hours trying to figure out what you meant", Tom told you and for the first time you turned your head to look at him.

His curls were falling messy down his forehead, a look which normally would make Tom’s features appear softer. 

But this time it didn’t. His jaw was clenched and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"I can't remember when all of this has become so damn complicated", he continued, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"But I want to make it simple to you. I am in love with you, have been since I first saw you!"

Your mouth opened and closed, a wave of shock spreading through your body, waking it up slowly.

"I love everything about you, even the things I don’t like", Tom confessed, searching for something in your eyes.

"It's as simple as that. If you want to be more than friends I am up for that. If you want to stay friends I will respect that too. Just- we can't continue like this- hurting each other."

You blinked a few times in irritation, now cursing the numb feeling that made your mind work so much slower.

"But earlier?", was all you brought out, completely forgetting about the drink in your hands or that someone could listen to the conversation you had.

"I thought that's what you wanted- to be just friends. We have never talked about what is going on between us and I didn't want to do it on stage", he explained and slowly you seemed to understand.

“I panicked and didn’t know what else to say or do”, he added and you couldn’t relate more. After all you hadn’t done anything except froze.

"I don't want to be just friends.” A small smile formed on your lips when the feeling of hope flooded you.

“Me neither”, Tom smiled, leaning forward to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

His fingers ran down your cheek, cupping it gently before he leaned forward.

When his lips met yours you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The kiss was innocent, simple and pure, but you didn’t mind.

Tom’s hands ran up and down your back and you smiled against his lips before breaking apart slowly.

“We can make this work, can we?”, Tom muttered and you nodded confidently.

This was the best thing that had happened to you and you were certain that whatever it was, Tom and you could make it work.

As long as Tom was with you, everything else didn’t matter.

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bad boy!daniel

member: kang daniel

summary: bad boy!daniel meets you and does a non-bad boy stuff to you (read to find out more lmao)

genre: fluff

a/n: requested by an anon! this is a little long and i hope it’s enough of the cute scenes??? it’s uni au btw!!! warning: one little swearing

kang daniel is your famous resident bad boy, the one who wears leather jackets most the time, with his expensive looking motorbike that appears at your sight every single time you have lectures in your university

bad boy!daniel that often misses out the lectures, even though he comes to the university all the time, also the one who just passes through the lecture room like as if he isn’t part of the course at all

and yet the people around him seem to drool over him, mentioning how hot and gorgeous he is

from head to toe, daniel is truly good looking and you are no doubt, are one of those people that thinks of that

but unlike the people who shows their interest towards him, you are someone who lacks the enthusiast in expressing it

you simply just don’t bother to even expose yourself to him, knowing that bad boy!daniel always bring in trouble

with his face looking dead serious all the time and his lips that looks like he’s displease at everything

also the reason why bad boy!daniel just remains as your own university eye-candy from time to time– only when you manage to see him properly without people flocking around him

which until he appears right in front of you, when you’re about to head out of the campus after bidding goodbye to your friends

daniel slips out a low deep ‘hello’ to you, making you a lot more confused to why he is there in the first place

“may i help you?” you ask politely, pushing away your nervous state that’s making its presence

“yeah,” he replies, his eyes pierce deeply into yours, and you wished for those people to just drag him away from you because you’re starting to feel afraid

“…with what?” you squeak out, cursing mentally how your current nervous state has exposed to him

he smirks, as he leans in closer to your face, and his manly cologne that lingers with the word ‘expensive’ and ‘rich’ reaches to your system, taking in how good he smells

“i need you to teach me the lectures that i missed out”

“what”

daniel moves back, his hands sneak into his black jeans’ pockets, his face turns back to serious

“i didn’t know you have hearing problem, y/n”

“hearing problem? what– i don’t have hearing problem” you tell him, your eyebrows furrow in upset

“then meet me here tomorrow. at 3″

your eyebrows relaxes, dumbfounded over what daniel had said, as you see him walking away in a matter of seconds, and disappear from your sight

and it makes you wonder how in the world does daniel know your name?

fifty percent of you are pretty sure that daniel is probably messing around with you, probably playing a bet with his outside friends that you would never know of, probably already winning the bet when you’re actually waiting for him

it’s 3pm and you’re standing at the exact same place you had met daniel yesterday, along with the lecture notes that he had missed out

and no, you didn’t take notice which lectures he didn’t attend because he really just missed out the whole entire thing

it’s 3.30pm when you’re still standing under the hot weather, waiting for the guy who is now someone you want to strangle until death for making you wait under that grilling sun

“i can’t believe i fucking am doing this for this idiot that i don’t even know of and he’s probably somewhere else, i don’t know– laughing evilly over my misery–”

“do you do that always?”

your body flinch in shock, feeling the tingling breath near your neck as you jump lightly to turn around, seeing daniel with his helmet on his hand, looking like as if he did not just made you wait 30 minutes for him

“why are you late?” you ask, holding back from actually strangling him

“i had some stuff to do. also thought you would ditch me or something”

“i was going to,” you hiss lightly, “but i still want to help you” you mutter, rolling your eyes to your own self

you hear nothing from daniel though, as he stares at you before his head turn to look at somewhere

“here,” he rummages his bag, bringing out an umbrella, “use it” he hands it to you as you shake your head, “it’s okay, i don’t need it–”

and then you hear the umbrella open, and the shade from the sun is gone on you as you look up to see the umbrella above you

“let’s go” daniel says as his serious face looks front, not bothering to take a glance at you, but his hand grips tightly on the handle of the umbrella, “i need you to start moving”

“oh”

and so you both walk together under that one umbrella, aware that there’s people watching and mumbling off words that you barely comprehend

“um, where are we going?”

“to a cafe”

“… why can’t we just go to the library?”

“it’s too quiet”

you inhale softly, trying not to react too much over daniel’s reason, “okay. how are we going to get to the cafe? using the bus?”

“my motorbike, of course”

“motorbike…? no way, daniel, i am not going to get onto that”

kang daniel really has his ways on making you stay, which is by holding onto your bag

“let me go, daniel”

“no,” he pulls you back to him, and forcefully turn you around to look at him, “i’ve been riding this for a long time so it’ll be fine”

“that’s only when you’re riding it alone” you drag yourself away from him for the nth time, only to return back to him

“what makes you think i never ride it with anyone else?”

and that honestly shuts you up because bad boy!daniel could probably do this often with some other people and bad boy!daniel means trouble after all

and that also honestly made you a little, tiny bit sad but you just brush that away because for what reason for that to be felt

daniel takes the opportunity to grab the extra helmet hanging onto the motorbike that you hadn’t realized, before putting it onto your head, “just trust me” he assures, adjusting the helmet on you, as he licks his lips slightly in concentration

your eyes wander onto that plump lips, noticing how close he is to you, cursing in your head how your heart is greatly affected because of him

“done” he cuts off your thoughts, patting your helmet softly before jumping onto his motorbike

“you know i could fix the helmet myself…” 

daniel clears his throat, as you raise your eyebrow, “just get on” his stern voice speaks, waiting for you patiently

you sigh, slowly getting on the motorbike as your hands awkwardly remain at your side

“you can hold onto me” 

“i’m fine… like this” you lie, your inner self is practically screaming for help to be honest

daniel’s hands suddenly grab onto yours, pulling your body a lot nearer to him, “why are you so stubborn?” he says, placing your hands on his hips, “i don’t want you to fall off”

and you could swear that he might hear the drastic heartbeat that’s playing in you on his back, but you thank the sound of the motorbike blasting around you after daniel starts the engine

“okay…” you whisper, not sure if he’s even listening, but one thing for sure right before he rides off, you definitely hear him saying

“you’re the first one to ride my bike with me”

the empty cafe welcomes you the scent of coffee and soothing music from different parts of the place

you’re also welcome with daniel just brushing pass you to get into the first line of customer

you frown, crossing your arms as you wait for him to order his drink first, with you also absentmindedly admiring his broad back that’s covered with his white t-shirt and leather jacket

and you litterally look small behind him, but nevertheless, he is still a jerk for cutting your queue

“hey, earth to y/n”

“what” you blurt out in annoyance, and you see him giving you that dumb serious face again

“i asked you what do you want to drink”

“and the reason for you to ask this is….?”

“to buy it for you?”

“you don’t need to buy it for me, daniel–”

“you’re seriously so stubborn. let me just buy it for you” he says, holding back his last pieces of patience he has

“why do you want to buy it for me?” you remain oblivious over daniel’s current state, making him closes his eyes and inhales deeply

“because i like–”

the entrance door opens abruptly, as a group of guys enter and stands behind you

“you know what, fine. just buy it yourself” daniel eyes the guys behind before pulling you to the front, with him still staying behind you

you become confused, but lets it go because the day itself is already weird for you

“–and this is your change,” the cashier smiles at you and you smile back at them, taking your money before you feel another pull from the one and only, kang daniel

“i swear to god why is there suddenly a lot of people everywhere” he mumbles under his breath frustratingly, grabbing your hand naturally without realizing how red your cheeks are about the contact

“stay here. i’ll get our drinks” you see daniel walks away after picking a table quite further from the counter and the rest of the people as you take out the lecture notes, placing them onto the table before organizing the notes again

“here”

the sight of your hot coffee appear in front you brings you back to reality, seeing daniel sitting across you

“thank you” you tell him, smiling warmly at him, as his eyes widen a little, before you realized what you had did 

“uh, should we start?” you ask, embarrassed that you’re showing your real self to him

the soft “yeah” is the only thing that came out from him, his shaky eyes wanders around the notes that he never sees before

it’s finally over for the study session, after a long 3 hours together with daniel and surprisingly it’s bearable enough with him

but of course there’s moments where you felt awkward with him, especially when he stared at your lips at one point of the session and you were like ‘what’

and he stood up and grabbed some tissue from the counter and came back

“you have a little foam on your lips”

“a what?”

daniel didn’t even want to repeat himself honestly, so he just wiped it off from you naturally, as you sat still with your whole body stopping on you

and that moment still lingers in your head when you both steps out of the cafe, the darkness welcomes you outside

“um, i guess i should go” you say, your eyes avoiding his intense look to you

“do you want me to bring you home?”

“no, it’s okay. i called a taxi just now”

you see him nod slightly, as he’s still standing beside you

“are you not going home?” you ask him, your eyebrows raise slowly at him

“i’ll wait with you”

“you don’t have to–” you stop yourself from furthering more when you see him frowning over your usual act, “okay then”

so you wait for your ride to come, and somehow the presence of daniel is a little calming for you and you couldn’t help but to move a little closer to him

he eyes you questionably, unsure what you’re trying to do, but then he sees you stopping beside him and he just smiles naturally

and he gets closer to you and the gap between you both is gone and you feel him taking off his jacket

and he places them on you for warmth, and you look up to see him acting like he didn’t do anything

but his smile still plaster on his face, and your heart is beating hard again because it’s the first time you’re actually witnessing his real smile

and it’s the most beautiful smile ever

and your lips just smile along with his and daniel definitely sees it through his side vision and honestly

he really feels that you're the one that has the most beautiful smile ever

and he actually want to stay longer with you

but the sight of your taxi comes by and he just pretends he isn’t sad over it

while you, you’re a little sad that it’s a goodbye with daniel

but he grabs onto your arm, making you look at him again

“i need my jacket back” he says, and your smile drops, and you’re trying to remove that daniel-scented jacket from you

“tomorrow. i need it back tomorrow”

“tomorrow?”

he nods, “when we’re going to study together again”

and you’re left dumbfounded again and you feel his hand patting your head softly, “can’t wait to see you again, y/n” 

he winks at you playfully before he just walks away to his motorbike, and dashes away

and your smile finds it way back to your face again, as you enter the taxi, thinking that

bad boy!daniel isn’t that bad boy after all

[anonymousbandito-blog]

Eyes On Me

This is probably trash, or crappy.. It’s been a long, long while since I have sat down and actually wrote a story. But I am someone who has struggles with anxiety, depression and social anxiety and I got to a really low point where I questioned if I should even live. Instead of acting on that in a negative manner, I decided to write out how I feel in a story. Let me tell you, I feel a HELL of a lot better getting that off my chest (yes, I am getting help, btw. This was one of the recommended ways to help relieve some of my anxieties and thoughts). Anyways, I hope you enjoy. I tried to check this over for errors, but my main concern is to just write, and to get these negative thoughts off of my chest.

Josh had seen variety of strange things in his time on tour. If he were to rattle off a list of all the things he’d seen, you would need a drink and to clear your calendar. Of all the things he had seen, though, he had never seen anything quite as unnerving as what he had just walked in on.

In between songs, he’d slide off a very, very dark stage and stumble into the back. They had a few moments before they were required to go back on, so he would duck into an area to gather himself before going back on.

The arena they were currently in had a small, hidden back room that was pretty secluded. His plan was to sit in seclusion for a few moments, but all that was blown out of the water at the sight of what was before him.

There was a young woman, probably in her mid twenties, standing on a bench. She was wearing an old camouflage hoodie, a yellow bandanna in her red hair - she fit right in with the crowd that they performed for. The only thing off about her was the red, tear stained face that stared back at him, and the rope she was about to pull over head.

What the hell, this girl was about to hang herself.

She must have noticed the horrified expression on his face, for her face turned an even brighter shade of red as more tears flooded her eyes. Josh was not entirely sure what her next move would be, so he reached out his hands slowly, in hopes she wouldn’t try anything.

“Hey, it’s okay.” he spoke softly, trying to keep his voice calm.

The tears flooding the poor girl's eyes were already running down her cheeks, as she hid her face behind her hand, as the other continued to hold onto the noose. It was obvious that she was embarrassed, and rightly so - no one would want to be caught in an act such as this.

She removed her hand, pain still evident in her expression as she refused to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I thought.. I expected to be alone.”

There were several different scenarios running through Josh’s mind, several different ways he could possibly handle this. He could tackle her, but doing that risked hurting her. He could call for security, but this felt like the wrong time and the wrong place to bring in security. Security would escort her out of the arena, and in no way would it result in her finding any help. She would only find a new location to finish the deed.

Lowering his arms, he placed he nodded his head in understanding.

“It’s okay,” still soft, he added: “Can I ask, what is your name?”

Through her tears, the girl let out a pitiful laugh as she shook her head.

“Like that really matters at this point.”

Josh shrugged his shoulders, as he leaned against the door frame. His outward posture screamed someone who was poised and relaxed, which he could tell was a surprise to the young woman. If only she could feel how quickly his heart was pounding within his chest.

“Well, maybe not. But I’d still at least like to know.”

The young woman gave him a quick once over, it was obvious she was trying to read him but she couldn’t get anything from a simple glance, so she decided to humor him.

“Elise,” she admitted softly.

Josh smiled at her, it was a soft smile, but he tried his best to come across like a reassuring, friendly face.

“That’s a pretty name. It’s nice to meet you, Elise.”

His comment was met with no reply, instead Elise turned her attention back to the rope in her hand, a frown on her face. The plus side was that he had somehow managed to stop at least some of the crying.

Tilting his head, he decided to give her a once over glance - just like she had done to him a few moments prior.

“I do have to ask, why is it that you are doing this, Elise? And why here?”

Elise kept her gaze frozen on the rope, amazingly still and calm for having just been basically questioned on why she was throwing her life away. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Elise released a shaky breath.

“I thought I could handle living this life, things seemed to be going well, even with my depression and my struggles.. I opened my own business, I had friends, I had my own ministry in my church.. I thought life was going to be better.” she shook her head, her eyes blinking rapidly, “I was stupid to think that. My business is barely surviving, I live paycheck-by-paycheck, my entire family thinks I am a failure, my ministry..”

Her voice failed her, as she was overwhelmed with another round of tears. Her story sounded all too familiar, like many of the stories you hear about people who were at the end of their rope.

“Sounds like you’ve hit a rough patch, but haven’t we all?” he piped up, hoping to calm her down again. His question did the exact opposite, though - as Elise let out a broken, raspy sob. The tears were not stopping at this point.

There were no words spoken, but Josh could see it - he was losing her. She grabbed the rope tighter in her grip, ready to pull it over her head when Josh quickly threw himself out of his calm, composed posture. His hands were out in front of him, his voice losing all sense of calm: “Elise, Elise!”

His voice was begging, pleading - his heart beating against his rib cage. He had to get through to her, he had to do it in a way that would make her think. He had to reach her soul.

“Elise,” he tried again, his voice quieter this time, with a hint of shakiness to it. She was sobbing more at this point, as if his voice was an awful reminder that she was still with everyone on this earth.

He could feel it, she wanted this world to fade away. She wanted to remain numb, cold and distant. How do you reach someone like this? Someone who was almost too far gone, but not so gone that she couldn’t still be saved?

The words tumbled out before anything else could be said or done, before either one of them could think another thought: “Eyes on me,”

They were three simple words, three, easy to breathe, meaningless words that would mean nothing to most, but meant everything in this moment.

She was still inconsolable, her breathing rigid as she continued to cry. The only good thing was, she had done anything rash yet.

“Elise,” he tried again, his own voice shaking: “Eyes. On. Me.”

For the first time since he walked in that room, Elise brought her eyes to Josh’s. He was relieved to catch a good glimpse of her greenish blue eyes, even more relieved that he seemed to be getting through to her.

He gave her a weak, hopeful smile, as he brought he held out his hands for her.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, I don’t understand the severity of your situation or why you’re in pain.. But I understand the paint that you’re going through, and I want to help you through it. Elise,” he breathed, inching closer, “will you let me help you through it?”

Another question, and her emotions were set off again. Only this time, she let go of the rope she was holding so tightly onto, lowered herself down from the bench she was on, and threw herself into his arms. He was a bit thrown off by the response, even more surprised by the fact at how she had thrown herself so quickly into trusting him - but he was thankful she did.

Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Josh closed his eyes and placed his chin on top of Elise’s head, his arms holding onto her tightly as he let her cry.

Nothing needed to be said or done in this moment, not a word was breathed from either one of them. She would never admit this, but she felt safe in his arms, she felt relieved that someone  - a random stranger - felt her life was important enough to fight for.

-

-

Josh eventually had to be pulled back onto stage, but not before he made sure that Elise was comfortable and in good hands. One of the paramedics on staff checked up on her, and various members of the crew made sure that she felt welcomed and safe until Josh was able to return from finishing their show.

Once the show was over and the crowd was gone, Elise was brought to Josh by a couple of crew members. The look of relief that crossed Josh’s face when he saw her was enough to make her face turn red, thankfully it wasn’t because she was crying.

Tyler stood at Josh’s side, noticing Josh’s expression he turned to look in the direction Josh was.

“How are you feeling?” Josh asked, not giving Tyler a chance to even open his mouth.

Elise gave a small smile.

“Alive, thankfully.” her smile faded at that comment, as she looked down at her hands. “Look, I’m sorry I brought this drama into your show.. I just, I knew this arena inside and out. My friend owns it, so I thought if I came during a popular show, no one would interrupt..” her expression grew dark, as she reflected on the situation that happened only a short while ago.

Tyler tilted his head to get a better look at Elise, making her feel vulnerable. He was probably judging her, like any normal person would.

“Josh told me a little about your story, something about how you feel like you’ve failed because your business isn’t succeeding?”

Embarrassed, Elise met Tyler’s question with a simple nod.

“Like I said, I am sorry. It was, this whole thing was selfish and stupid..”

“Don’t be sorry,” Tyler interrupted, looking directly into her eyes.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Elise. I am sure you know our music,” he nodded towards her outfit, which was a nod to the entire look they were going for for their Bandito tour.

“I also struggle with a mental illness, it’s obvious that I get to some pretty dark places. I perform sold out shows in multiple arenas, I travel the world.. I’m happily married, I have a steady income.. But my success does not equal me being free from my mental illness. I still have moments, moments where I am ready to give up on life. Some would find that hard to believe, because I am a man who has everything anyone could possibly want.”

Elise wasn’t even aware of the tears in her eyes until she took a breath, and she felt a couple run down her face. Dammit, she thought she was past this..

Tyler gave her a soft smile, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I am glad Josh found you, I am glad you’re still here. And I can’t wait to perform for at your business next week.”

Elise looked up at Tyler with a confused expression, one would think that a second head had just grown out of his neck or something.

“Excuse me, what?”

Tyler looked at Josh in disbelief, as he raised his hands.

“Wait, you didn’t tell her, man?” Josh rolled his eyes, as Tyler shook his head.

“Forgive my friend, clearly he is dumbfounded by his newfound crush-” a jab to Tyler’s side from Josh almost shut the man up, but he kept talking: “-but yeah, it was his idea to put on an exclusive show at your business next week.”

Hours ago she was crying in a closet alone, more than ready to end her life. Now, she sat in front of the two members of an insanely popular group, a couple of guys who were making her cry again with their plan.

This was no real guarantee that life was going to perfect, or that Elise wouldn’t find herself in this situation again. It was just a small reassurance that giving up on too soon was never the answer.

She had to keep her eyes on what truly mattered - and as she threw arms around two gentlemen who were about to become her closest friends in life, that became insanely clear to her.

-

-

Five Years Later

“Hey, eyes on me.” the familiar voice met her ears, as she opened her eyes to a familiar pair of dark brown ones. Elise was exhausted, she had been on her feet alone at work most of the day and so she felt she deserved five minutes of just resting with her eyes shut.

Clearly, the person before her felt differently.

“You know,” Elsie huffed, sitting up in her chair, “You sure like saying that.”

She leaned forward, staring intensely into the eyes of the one and only, Joshua Fricking Dun.

“You said it when you took me on that ridiculous see through bridge, you said it when we were on that Ferris wheel, not to mention, the time-” “I brought you to that really beautiful park? You know, the one where we had our first real date? You kept checking out everything around you. I just wanted somewhere quiet so I could kiss you for the first time.”

Elise shook her head, as Josh held out his hand and began counting all the times he used his infamous statement.

“Or how about the time you were talking a billion words a minute on our one year anniversary as a couple, you were stressing out because something was not working right with one of the pottery wheels. I was sitting there on one knee, a ring box open in my hand.”

“Are we done?” Elise questioned, her face slightly flushed in embarrassment at the idea.

Like the tease he was, Josh continued counting down on his fingers and reciting stories about all the different times he had to remind her to calm down.

“One of my favorite times, of course, had to be our wedding day.” Josh nearly finished, staring at his hand.

Having given up on trying to stop him, Elise just stared at him in amusement.

“Oh, really?”

He nodded, biting his lower lip in an attempt to hold back a smile.

“You were up there with me, looking beautiful in your white dress. However, I could tell you were nervous - you were breathless, your hands were shaking in mine, and you looked a little green.. Who knew I was going to have an alien for a wife?” - she punched him lightly, making a smart remark about him always being the alien.

“Okay, so you said that was one of your favorite times. So what was the other, Josh Dun?” Elise questioned him, keeping her eyes on his expression.

This was the first time he looked her in the eyes since he walked into the room, his gaze was enough to make her head spin. Or maybe that was just her current exhaustion and condition washing over her again..

“Um, well I have to say that my other favorite time was the day..” he swallowed hard, his eyes growing distant. He was quiet for a moment, she was almost tempted to ask him if he had gotten lost on memory lane, but he opened his mouth again before she could speak.

“It was the day you chose to live your life, Elise.” he admitted softly.

She was taken aback by his response, especially since neither one of them had brought up that day in a long while. Sure, he would text her or call her to ask how she was doing, but nothing was said about what happened that day. Elise got the help, and continued to get the help she needed.

Her business, which happened to be a art workshop, was starting to thrive. Whether or not that had anything to do with Tyler and Josh performing one night in the coffee shop area, God only knows.

Oh, and her ministry..

Elise was now a part of a new group at her church, a group that helped others who struggled with mental illnesses and suicidal thoughts.

Her life was never 100%, nor was it a walk in the park 100% of the time. She had moments, dark moments. They were often when Josh was on the road, or when something stressful was eating at her. Thankfully, it was nothing like that day.

“You made a choice that day, Elise.” Josh broke her thoughts, “You could have chosen to end your life, but instead you listened to a total stranger - a stranger with bright yellow hair, and a crazy lifestyle-” Elise chuckled at his remark, earning a smile from him.

“I still question why you listened, but I am really glad you did. If you had not, who knows if we’d be getting ready to head off to add another memory to my list of favorites.”

Elise tilted her head, pretty much looking like Jim when he is curious about something.

With a smile on his face, Josh took Elise’s hand in his and motioned for her to stand up. She did as he requested, some of her confusion fading away the moment he placed on of his hands on her stomach.

“Today, we are going to find out what gender our baby is going to be. You’re going to be nervous, which is to be expected.. But I am going to be right beside you, so Elise, keep your..”

“Eyes on you?” she quickly interrupted, a smile crossing her face.

“How can I say no to that?”

Her remark earned another smile from him, before he leaned in and pressed a gently kiss to her lips.

Life on earth can be hell, but if we keep our eyes on what’s important - it is worth living.