#there this place kinda near where i live where all the shops n cafes play music pretty much exactly like that hehe

[mackmp3]

I found this song with a sick fade in and fade out; it’s called bo’s veranda by morphine!!

ough you are so right the fade on that is really good--also i didn't realise morphine sounded like that???? idk i had this sound in my head for what a band called morphine with an album cover of dark clouds would sound like and hippie town cafe jazz guitar was not it huh fascinating

[wandaromanova]

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, failing marriage

A/N: hello! happy reading! <3

anon requested: Wanda x reader where they give her divorce paper because Wanda is always gone and distant

Summary: Even the most unbreakable bonds fall victim to the struggles of marriage.

Word Count: 5.1K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

When you first met Wanda Maximoff, it was under unusual circumstances. You were browsing through a farmer’s market a couple of streets over from your apartment, glancing at various booths as you passed them by. It was a quiet day, the sun was shining down brightly, the heat stifling. You liked to get your groceries from these marketplaces, the fruit and vegetables were fresh and fewer people touched them in comparison to a wholesaler franchise. 

You had been stood at one of your favorite fruit stands, warmly greeting the elderly woman who ran the booth and observing some strawberries. Then suddenly, your purse had been snatched from your person. You were startled and caught sight of a man running down, your purse in hand. You intended to run after the thief, but he didn’t get far. 

A red glow encased the man, stopping him in his place a couple of feet away from you. Your eyes widened, as did everyone else’s, at the sight. You turned your head over your shoulder and were mesmerized by a brunette woman, eyes red, and her head tilted slightly to the side. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Considering you didn’t live under a rock, you knew exactly who she was; Wanda Maximoff. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You had seen her on the news quite often. She was an Avenger who had unique abilities that surpassed the rest of the group. Your eyes followed Wanda as she walked past you and toward the man who was still trapped by a glow of red. You moved without thinking, following behind her. After all, it was your purse that had been stolen. 

“Stealing purses from women? How desperate could you be?” Her Sokovian accent met your ears as you stood back slightly. Wanda tore your purse out of the man’s grip and released him. He looked terrified as he took one glance at the brunette before running in the direction he was originally going in. 

Everyone in the marketplace went back to what they were doing while you stood in the middle of the walkway, frozen in place as the Sokovian turned her body around to face you. Television and photos didn’t do her beauty justice; she was captivating. 

There was a glow that surrounded her, a silhouette of gold colliding with her brunette locks. Her eyes were emerald with the smallest specks of blue. Her skin was remarkably flawless. You couldn’t help but wonder what her skincare routine was. 

Wanda smiled lightly at you, amusement present in her eyes. “I don’t have a skincare routine. I just wash my face with a bar of soap and call it a day.” You blushed profusely at Wanda’s words. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Right… she could infiltrate people’s minds too. How could you forget something like that?

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“T-thank you for helping me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if that dude actually got away with my purse.”

You mentally berated yourself for stuttering. The woman smiled at you and handed you the object, which you hung on your shoulder. 

“Don’t mention it.” Wanda spoke dismissively with a wave of her hand. “Is there anything I can do to repay you? Maybe buy you a cup of coffee? There’s a really good cafe a couple of blocks down from here.”

You looked at Wanda hopefully, wanting to thank her for what she had done for you.

The brunette took a pause, contemplating her answer before nodding her head. ��I could go for some coffee.”

You smiled brightly and pointed behind you with your thumb. “Well, it’s back that way.” You turned back and began walking, Wanda right beside you. 

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You sat in a booth with Wanda sat across from you. The cafe was fairly empty, which you were grateful for. Two cups of coffee were resting on the table, steam rising from the hot liquids.

“What’s an Avenger like yourself doing in a little farmer’s market?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee as your eyes peered at the brunette over the rim of the mug. 

“I always loved farmer’s markets. In Sokovia, my country, they were everywhere. So, I really love coming out to these sorts of places. It reminds me of home.”

You tensed at her words. Everyone knew about the rubble that Sokovia had become, and you felt kind of like an asshole for asking. 

“I’m very sorry for what happened to your home.” You spoke sympathetically as you put your mug down gently. Wanda sent you a small smile. “Thank you. It wasn’t the greatest country. We were plagued by poverty, but it was still home.”

The Sokovian looked down to the mug in front of her in thought. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“Well, I know a ton of farmer’s markets in this area. I tend to alternate between them, depending on what I need at home.” Wanda’s eyes moved from her mug and to your own. 

“If you want some recommendations, I’m your woman. Not to brag, but I’m kind of a farmer’s market pro.” You brushed off imaginary dust from your shoulders and Wanda let out small giggles at your faux cockiness.

“I would love some recommendations if it means you’ll take me on your shopping trips.” 

You raised your eyebrow at her with a smirk. “If you wanted to spend more time with me, you should’ve just said so, Wanda. No need to be so coy.”

Wanda threw her head back, laughing wholeheartedly at your words. You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for making her laugh.

“Nah, I don’t want to spend time with you, I just want your street knowledge.”  Wanda managed to let out, slowly coming down from her laughing fit.

“Oh! So you want to use me? I mean, let’s be honest... I wouldn’t mind if you did.” You spoke dramatically and Wanda laughed once more. 

You smiled as you observed her. Her head was thrown back, cheeks red, and eyes closed as the cutest giggles you’ve ever heard met your ears.

It was then you decided that her laugh was your favorite sound, especially when you were the one to evoke them from the Sokovian.

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Since that day, you guys had exchanged numbers and Wanda had accompanied you shopping once a week. You’d drag the Sokovian by the hand through various markets and give her pointers on which stands sell the best produce. You even introduced her to the vendors, even if they already knew who she was. 

It was a wonderful time and afterward, the two of you would grab lunch in random restaurants, conversating over anything and everything. You had to admit, you looked forward to the one day a week you got to spend with Wanda. So, it kinda sucked whenever she couldn’t make it, away on some sort of mission. 

However, her absence made her presence all the more special. She took time out of her hectic schedule to hang out with you and roam around carelessly.

Truthfully, you were kind of a nobody, just another number to the extensive population of New York. You were the head chef of a fine-dining restaurant, hence your preference for fresh ingredients at home.

It baffled you that someone of Wanda’s caliber would want to spend time with you, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

As weeks turned into months, you had grown exceptionally close to the Sokovian. You had gone from seeing her once a week to every other day, well, when she wasn’t away for work. 

Wanda would come over to your apartment, sipping on some wine as she watched you cook dinner. You figured she was intrigued by your gracefulness in the kitchen, but really, she was just checking you out.

She thought you looked amazing in your little chef apron, your hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep your hair out of your face. However, a few loose strands fell and framed your face perfectly. 

“Your hair looks sexy pushed back.” Wanda spoke, pulling you out of your concentration. Your eyes moved upward, staring at the woman who sat on a stool on the opposite side of your kitchen island.

“Did you just quote Mean Girls?” You asked amusedly and the brunette shrugged, a small smile on her face.

“Yes, I did. And what about it?” You rolled your eyes at Wanda’s sassiness. You would continue your task, disregarding her comment as best as you could, trying to ignore how flustered the woman made you. 

Once dinner was prepared, the two of you would sit on the couch and choose a random movie on Netflix. Those nights were always filled with commentary and laughter. It was so easy to relax around the Sokovian. Everything seemed to fall into place whenever she was near. 

So, it was no surprise when you realized you had feelings for Wanda that surpassed friendship. You had been nervous about revealing how you felt to the woman, but when you finally did, you felt like an idiot for being scared.

“I have feelings for you. Like, I like you a lot.” You anxiously played with your fingers, scared of Wanda’s reaction. She had been sat on your couch right beside you and you couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Hey.” Wanda spoke, gently gripping your chin and forcing you to look at her. “I like you, too.” Wanda giggled when your eyes widened in surprise.

“What? Don’t look so surprised. We’re practically dating already.” You rolled your eyes at the brunette with a smile on your face. The two of you sat there, smiling at each other like idiots, but neither of you seemed to care.

Your feelings weren’t one-sided and a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. After that day of confessions, you and Wanda became official.

Truthfully, not much changed between you two. You guys acted the same way you always did, but now kissing was added to the list of activities you would participate in. 

ㅤ Wanda Maximoff is the love of your life; ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ and you would never let her go. 

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3 Years Later

You had been dating Wanda for three years and things were going wonderfully. She had moved into your apartment with you. It was amazing, knowing that she would end her days in your bed and you’d wake up with her in your arms the next morning. 

However, one morning, you definitely weren’t particularly happy with your girlfriend. She had dragged you out of bed at 5AM and rushed you to get ready. Wanda didn’t tell you where the hell she was taking you at the ass crack of dawn. Each time you asked, she just shushed you. 

Thirty minutes later, you walked with Wanda hand-in-hand. You knew the route she was taking and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You remained silent until you made it to your destination, and your suspicions had been confirmed; she had taken you to the farmer’s market closest to your apartment.

The area was completely empty, there were fairy lights strung about and a basket full of strawberries sitting on your favorite fruit stand. The sun was rising and the sky looked immaculate, the sun radiating a blood-orange color, complemented by golden yellow undertones. It was beautiful. 

Wanda let go of your hand and moved forward, turning around to face you. It was then that you noticed how anxious she looked. Seriously, it looked like she was about to puke. “What are we doing here? Is everything okay?” Your concern for the Sokovian was evident in your tone. 

Wanda gave you the best smile she could muster in her nervous state and nodded her head. “Everything is okay. Wait, scratch that. Everything is more than okay now that I have you in my life.” You smiled at your girlfriend as she took a deep breath.

“Y/N. Do you remember this spot?” Wanda asked you curiously and you nodded your head, a laugh escaping your lips. “Well, of course. We come here like once a month, duh.” The Sokovian shook her head at your words, rolling her eyes playfully.

“No shit, Sherlock. I meant, do you remember the significance of this specific spot?” You instantly nodded your head.

“This is where a random ass dude stole my purse and you scared him with your powers.” You smiled triumphantly while Wanda giggled. 

“Well, you’re not wrong, but yeah. This is where we first met.” Wanda let out a shaky breath and you stared at her curiously.

“When I first came to America and joined the Avengers, I was petrified. They say this place is the land of opportunity, but it didn’t feel like that to me.”

The Sokovian began to ramble on, her eyes locked onto yours as you listened intently. 

“Coming to America wasn’t a choice that I made, but it was the only option I had. I used to think that I could never find a home in this city, but I was wrong. I found a home. Not with the Avengers or in the Compound where I lived, but in this little market.”

Wanda moved forward, taking a step closer to you and holding both of your hands in her own. “I found you.” Your heart fluttered at her words, heat rising to your cheeks despite the cold morning air. 

“I’m so happy that I decided to come here that morning because if I didn’t, I would’ve missed my opportunity to find love.”

Wanda let go of your hands and you instantly missed the warmth. However, your eyes went wide when your girlfriend got down on one knee. 

“Y/N, you brought hope and love into my life when I ran out of it. I never thought I would entertain the idea of marriage, but now… it’s all I can think about.”

A loud gasp surpassed your lips, your hands flying up to cover your mouth as Wanda pulled out a tiny red velvet box. She opened it slowly and inside sat a stunning engagement ring with a huge diamond sat on top of it.

“Will you marry me?” Wanda looked up at you hopefully as you stared down at her with tears springing to your eyes.

You instantly nodded your head as a few tears fell down your face. “Yes!” You managed to breathe out and the Sokovian was beaming. 

She took your left hand in hers and steadily slid the ring onto your finger before kissing the back of your hand. Wanda stood up hastily and pulled your body into hers by the waist, passionately moving her lips against your own. 

It was euphoric. The sunrise encased your figures in a golden hue, the cold atmosphere turning warm from each other’s body heat. You were two women who loved each other dearly, kissing in the middle of a vacant farmer’s market without a care in the world. 

ㅤ The promise of forever hung in the air that ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤsurrounded you both; and you were free. 

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1 Year Later

A year after your engagement, you and Wanda had gotten married. The ceremony was absolutely gorgeous as you were surrounded by your family and friends. You would never forget the way Wanda teared up as you walked down the aisle, your father by your side. 

You recall the small giggles you’d share with Wanda as the two of you stood at the altar. Neither of you could take it seriously, whispering quiet flirtatious remarks to each other. However, your laughs died down when you reached your vows. 

“Wanda, you are my hero. Sure, you may save the world from threats for a living, but you do so much more than that. You save me from purse thieves and kill the spiders in my apartment because I’m too scared to go near them.” 

Wanda and the audience seated in front of you had laughed at your words. You let out a shaky breath, Wanda sending you a reassuring smile before you continued.

“Whenever I order a burger, you always eat the tomato because you know how much I dislike them. You take care of the tiny cuts I get from work, sometimes being a little too dramatic about my injury.

You looked down at your hands nervously before returning your gaze to the brunette who stood in front of you. The white dress she had on was absolutely gorgeous, complementing her emerald eyes perfectly.

“But you’re always so gentle, you’re always there for me. I promise to do the same for you. I won’t kill the spiders for you, but I’ll be there whenever you need me, even when you don’t. I’ll be on standby anyway.”

You were entranced by the woman who stood in front of you. You weren’t too fond of public speaking, but it was easy when Wanda was with you; everything was easier with Wanda around.

“I’m so grateful for you, Wanda Maximoff. You are the other half of my heart and soul that I didn’t realize was missing, but now that I’ve found you; I never intend on letting you go. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me.”

You ended your vows with a small chuckle. Wanda’s eyes were focused on your own, shining brightly as a smile crossed her features. When her turn came around, you were practically a melted puddle by the end of it. 

“Y/N, you are my love. I don’t think you realize just how deeply I love you. I would do anything for you. From fighting off an entire army to letting you eat some of my food even if you said you weren’t hungry.” 

The room filled with laughter once more, a blush coming to your cheeks from being called out. Food just tasted better when it wasn’t your own. 

“I’ll let you fight your own battles, but I’ll always be there for backup. I promise to you that I will do everything in my power to keep you happy and safe because you are my main priority.. I’ll be anything you need me to be; a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a protector, a wife. You name it and I’ll be it for you.”

You were a crying mess when Wanda finished her vows. You felt an overwhelming feeling of love consume you. Her words struck a chord within you and just… god damn it, you loved her so much. 

After the ‘I do’s,’ you and Wanda kissed as if you were the only people in the room. Honestly, it felt like it at that moment. You had just declared your devotion and unwavering love to one another.

It was the beginning of forever and you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for you both. 

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2 Years Later

Two years of marriage had been interesting. The first year went flawlessly, it was as if you and Wanda were on a high. It was the most intense and passionate year that the two of you had ever shared. The two of you had purchased a condo together, moving out of your former apartment.  

Long nights of love-making that spilled over to the morning, working out together, and spending practically every single minute together possible. Of course, the two of you still had your respective jobs, but that never affected your relationship.

The married life seemed like smooth sailing, but little did you know, there was a thunderstorm not too far ahead. Treacherous waves and destructive lightning were in the near future, you just didn’t know it yet.

Things had started going south at a relatively slow pace. Wanda was progressively assigned to more missions, spending less time at home and an increased amount of time at work. You didn’t let it get to you at the time, it was the way life worked. Wanda was literally a superhero and the world always seemed to need saving. 

This went on for several months. Waking up to an empty bed and going to bed the same way. You rarely saw your wife and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t upset you. It was a drastic change from what you were used to. You only saw the Sokovian for an hour or two, every other day.

And when you did see her, your time was filled with arguing over things that neither of you could really remember. There was a sudden halt to all forms of affection, animosity taking its place. 

It was particularly bad the night you brought up the topic of Wanda’s presence and the lack thereof.

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You had been lying in bed, your head resting against the headboard as you scrolled through your phone. The sound of the front door opening had caught your attention and you quickly tossed your phone aside and stood up, making your way out of the bedroom.

You were met with Wanda taking off her shoes in front of the door. Her eyes darted up to you, the annoyance that crossed her face had hurt you, not that you would tell her that.

“Hey, you’re back early.” You stated, maintaining a happier tone to avoid an argument. Wanda walked past you and toward the kitchen, opening up the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

She shut the fridge and turned around to look at you. “Why? Did you not want me here? Because I can leave if it’s such a problem.” 

You were taken aback by Wanda’s attitude. You spoke one sentence and somehow managed to upset her. It was absurd.

Despite your growing irritation, you remained calm. You hated fighting with your wife and you knew that someone had to be the bigger person.

“No, it’s not a problem at all. I’m glad you’re here. You’ve been gone a lot and I miss you.” You smiled, walking over to your wife who still stood in the kitchen, wrapping your arms around her waist.

However, the brunette grabbed your arms and tore them off her body, whipping around to face you. 

She was clearly angry and you didn’t understand how any of what you said could’ve pissed her off. “Yeah, I’m gone a lot because people need me. I can’t drop everything to be with you just because you’re needy as fuck.” Wanda spoke bitterly as she glared at you. 

Your chest tightened at her words, flashbacks of your wedding day hitting you. You took a deep breath, gulping to prevent a sob from coming out.

“I thought I was your main priority or did you just make that up for show? To have everyone at our wedding believe that I’m of any importance to you?” 

You were getting angry, your voice rose slightly. You felt your blood pressure rising, your body getting hot from your frustration.

“Wanda, I just want to see you more because you’re my wife. It has nothing to do with being needy, seeing you more than an hour or two every few days is a fucking standard in a marriage!”

You took a step back from Wanda as you screamed. You were fed up with being made out to be some clingy person when you were simply being a wife to the Sokovian. She rolled her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed at you. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Well, then maybe our marriage was a mistake.”

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Wanda spoke without thinking, not caring about anything other than going for the killshot and winning the argument. Her words seemed to have worked as you visibly deflated.

Your anger was replaced with sadness. You let out a dark chuckle at her words, shaking your head before walking into the bedroom slamming the door behind you, and locking it. 

Wanda didn’t expect that reaction, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she had won the argument. She figured she would be sleeping on the couch tonight and she was satisfied with that. You didn’t want to see her and she didn’t want to see you. 

So, the Sokovian brought her bottle of water over to the living room, placing it on the coffee table before crashing onto the couch. She got comfortable, closing her eyes as slumber took over her.

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3 Weeks Later

Since the argument, things were the same, but different all at once. Wanda still went on mission after mission, but you had taken up more shifts at the restaurant. You didn’t want to be alone in the condo any longer than you had to be. You needed the extra money anyway. 

When you were home, you were silent, no longer bothering to speak to your wife. You were two strangers that occupied a living space together. Wanda’s words played in your head like a broken record. It was all you could think about whenever you’d see her. 

The promise of forever hung in the air that surrounded you both; and you were trapped. Your life had become a vicious cycle of tension and avoidance.

Your engagement and wedding felt like an absolute lie now. They always say the first years of marriage are the hardest, but you didn’t think it would be this difficult.

You and Wanda had petty arguments over the six years you two had been together, but they were rare and were usually resolved quickly.

But not this, no, this entire situation was different. You were in a never-ending loop of anger and resentment, and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

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Wanda pulled out her keys and unlocked the door to the condo. She had just gotten back from an emergency meeting with the team. The Sokovian stopped in her tracks as soon as she opened the door. 

There you were, sat at the kitchen table. You were leaning back, your arm resting on the table as your hand enclosed around a glass of whiskey. Your bloodshot, red eyes, and the dried streaks of tears that adorned your cheeks were evidence of your crying. Wanda had never seen you so down. 

The brunette slowly shut the door behind her, surprised when you spoke. She didn’t think you’d noticed her presence, your eyes trained on the glass in your hand. “We need to talk.”

Wanda nodded her head at your words and slowly approached the table. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she saw a stack of papers on the table. 

Wanda sat down across from you and finally, you looked at her. The Sokovian’s heart clenched as you stared at her emotionlessly. You downed the entire glass of alcohol, not even wincing at the burn, but welcoming it. You put the glass down and cleared your throat before speaking. 

“Wanda, I love you so much, but we can’t keep living like this.” Your voice was hoarse, a result of your earlier crying and the beverage you had just ingested. Wanda stared at you in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” The Sokovian felt fear slowly creeping in. She didn’t have a good feeling about this. 

“Oh, come on. You know what I’m talking about. We act like we don’t even know each other anymore. We aren’t even wives anymore, we’re just two people who live together.” You didn’t have the energy to yell anymore, your voice was soft and calm.

Wanda still didn’t understand the direction this conversation was going in. Nothing could’ve prepared her for your next words. 

“I visited a lawyer and hired him. He was going to give you these, but I decided to do it myself.” You sat up and pushed the papers across the table. “I’m officially serving you with divorce papers.”

Wanda’s heart stopped as she comprehended your words. She couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Wha- what? A divorce? Please tell me you’re joking.” Wanda looked down at the papers and back up to you in utter disbelief.

“I wish I was joking, but I’m not. I want a divorce.” You were eerily calm, maintaining your composure while Wanda felt like she was going to crumble to pieces at any given moment. 

“Is this about my missions? If it is, I’ll ask Steve to relax my workload. I’ll be around more often and I’ll stop being an asshole. Just, please don’t do this. I’ll make it right, I promise.” Wanda leaned forward and reached out for your hand pleadingly, but you didn’t let her.

You pulled your arm off of the table and shook your head. “Wanda, you shouldn’t have to make it up to me in the first place. It shouldn’t take a divorce for you to finally act like a proper wife. I’m not changing my mind.” You spoke firmly, but Wanda refused to accept your words.

The Sokovian abruptly stood up, the loud sound of her chair scraping against the floor filled the room.

“So, that’s it? You’re just gonna give up on everything we have? You’re gonna throw in the towel because things are a little rough right now? You’re a fucking coward, Y/N!” 

Wanda was enraged as you stared at her unimpressed. Her chest was heaving as she glared at you. “This is exactly why this needs to happen. We can’t have one conversation without someone yelling.” You stood up slowly, rounding the table and making your way to the front door. 

Wanda watched your every move like a hawk. You reached for your purse that hung beside the door and flung it over your shoulder before turning around to face the Sokovian. “I suggest you get a lawyer as well.” You spoke simply and turned back around, your hand on the doorknob. 

Something in Wanda went off, seeing you about to walk out had raised alarms in her mind. You were really leaving her. The brunette moved without a single thought, rushing over to you as you pulled the door open. She gripped your wrist tightly, causing your head to turn back to her, a sad expression on your face.

“Please don’t leave me. I love you and you love me. Does that not mean anything to you anymore?” Wanda’s anger dissipated to desperation. She stared at you right in the eyes, begging you to stay. Pleading you not to put an end to your marriage.

“Our love means the absolute world to me, Wanda. But sometimes… love just isn’t enough.”

You smiled sadly at the Sokovian before gently pulling her hand off of your wrist. It was kinda difficult considering how firm her grip had been, but you managed. 

You walked out and all Wanda could do was sit there and watch as you walked down the hall and away from all of the memories you had made together. You never thought that your marriage with the brunette would come to an end, let alone an ugly one.

But your marriage had become toxic, slowly feeding away at any sort of happiness you had left. It was a painful decision to come to; a divorce, but it felt like the right one. The Sokovian was right, you did love her; which is why you needed to put an end to the torture.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ Wanda Maximoff is the love of your life; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ but you had to let her go.

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 1

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 3.6k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary: 

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year?  So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a rollercoaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

note: Hi! This is my first fic ever! I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna read this but I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile so fuck it.

You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the couch.

“God my back hurts!” 

Honestly with the amount of random bodily aches you experience on a daily business you could pass for being 70 years old. But this time you knew where the pain stemmed from. You just had to fall asleep awkwardly after a night on your phone. And of course today was a work day and you slept past all THREE of your alarms. But you know that feeling when you sleep for a suspiciously long amount of time and something doesn’t feel right? That’s the sixth sense that saved your ass this morning because your internal body clock was like sweetie I think you’re late. 

You only had time to slap on some makeup, hoping it looked semi decent, and throw your greasy hair into a messy, but passable bun because no one wants to see an ugly receptionist. You had to skip your morning Starbucks drive-through routine because you’re about to be LATE, late so you grab your keys and start your car, booking it to work.

You work at a private hybrid clinic which pays a little better than most but that means you also have to deal with a lot of attitude from rich “owners” (you hate that word). And you sat weirdly at work today so that did nOThing to help your back pain. Also how come everybody decided to book an appointment today?? It’s Friday for god's sake why does everyone and their mothers decide it’s time to call the clinic and book a checkup. They get so mad at you when you say this whole month is filled. You can’t change the schedule though?? The calendar’s filled lady either get over it and settle for next month or fuck off (of course you don’t say that out loud cause you’ll get fired). Also someone yelled at you today because they didn’t like the magazine choices in the waiting room.

Anyways your day sucked and you couldn’t be happier being back in your tiny apartment to binge watch netflix stand-up comedies until you collapse. Well you say it’s your apartment but you actually have a roommate. She’s nothing like you though, she’s the epitome of responsibility. You agreed to live with her even though you met her through Craigslist because once you met her in person you deemed her genuine enough, and also found out she’s hardly ever at the apartment but she still pays rent on time?! You really hit the jackpot with her honestly. Cause you can be a little bit messy sometimes but even when she is home she never complains. The only negative side of having her as a roommate is that you never really had time to bond with her cause she’s so busy and over your league that even after a year you two still aren’t anything more than friendly acquaintances.

Alright time to get out of your work clothes and into nothing but your favorite oversized t-shirt with no pants on because that is what you deem home-appropriate attire. But before you turn on netflix your tummy is making “feed me” noises so it’s time to check the fridge. Damn no leftovers. Time to crack open one of those Trader Joe’s frozen meals you have stacked in the freezer. You blindly pick a box. Guess you’re having vegan tikka masala tonight. Not gonna lie though those frozen meals are actually not half bad. Or maybe you’ve been away from good home cooking for so long you’ve become desensitized? Who cares, you’re hungry. Also it’s Friday, so no harm in cracking open a bottle of wine right?

When you’re all settled on the couch with your favorite plush blanket on your legs, a random comedian on tv, and a full tummy, your mind drifts away. It’s Saturday tomorrow and you have the weekends off. Maybe you should do something fun for yourself to make up for the crap you had to deal with today. You text your best friend Karli. You know she’s awake since it’s only 10pm.

You: Hey girl wanna go to the beach or smth tmrw?? <3

Karli: Yaaas ok I don’t work!! What time?

You: and we can walk around all the fancy stores and get coffee from that place we love.

You: hmmm how bout meet there @11??

Karli: Sounds good sweetie want me to pick you up?

You: no its ok ill meet u there i need to buy groceries after

Karli: Kk love ya see you then!!!

You: love ya! night bby

Karli knows that when you say “go to the beach” you really mean walk along the beach and the nearby stores because it’s early June and prime tourist season. That means the sand is packed with people and their kids and the water’s probably filled with pee so you’re not really down for that. Also the expensive shops near the beach are so cute and you love walking around window shopping, pretending like you can actually afford any of the items on display.

The wine is now getting to you cause before you know it you find your eyelids getting heavy. You muster up your last ounce of strength to turn off the tv and force yourself out of the couch cause your poor back doesn’t need another excuse to keep hurting. As much as you don’t want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you have to because you don’t want makeup on your pillowcase tonight. And when you finally crawl into bed you knock out instantly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Oh fuck…”

You forgot that drunk you last night set an alarm today for 9am. Thank you drunk Y/N. 

Why 9am? Because you need to shower and get ready, plus the beach you’re going to is near the north part of the city, which is also the expensive part of the city, meaning it’s a LONG ways from where you live. But the stores are aesthetically pleasing and it contains both you and Karli’s favorite coffee shop so you’re willing to make the 25 minute drive. Karli doesn’t have to worry though because she lives a lot closer than you do. Girl has got her shit together. Honestly you’re just glad she decided to move back after graduate school cause the long distance friend thing sucks balls.

You hop in the shower and rinse yourself awake. The weather is perfect, warm but not too hot. Unlike many people who prefer to dress up for a nice outing, you’re just the opposite. You’ve been forced to dress in nice business attire with a full face of makeup all week. Hell no are you dressing up on your days off too. It’s a sweatpants and tank top kinda day so that’s exactly what you wear. Ever since college you’ve spoiled yourself into only wearing comfy clothes whenever you have the chance and it’s become a minor problem in your life. You have some perfectly nice jeans in the closet but you haven’t worn them in forever. And you’re not gonna wear them today either. And makeup? Who needs makeup? You’ll just go barefaced since you have no one to impress. Actually just kidding maybe a little concealer just to cover up a few rough spots but that’s IT. You’re still a little self conscious and you know you have to work on that but not today.

It’s now 10:15. You grab your purse from the couch, slip on your favorite pair of slides and head to your car. You’re the kind of person who absolutely needs music when you drive so you quickly start blasting your favorite playlist. Before you know it, you’re pulling up to the beach area. Parking is hard to find on the weekend but your lucky ass managed to squeeze into a street parking spot right as someone pulls out. You lock your car and make the trek to Cozy Coffeehouse, your favorite coffee shop hands down.

Karli is already here and she’s hopping up and down, waving at you. She looks super cute today in her little black dress and fishnets. She’s had the same taste since high school and you’re glad that even a Master’s degree hasn’t stopped her from dressing all punk on her days off. You jog over and give her a quick hug.

“Hey girl look at you!! You’re so cute!” You take in her makeup and you swear if she didn’t go the corporate route she definitely should have been a makeup artist. Her eyeshadow is amazing and you’ll never ever have the blending talent that she has, nor could you ever get your eyeliner to look that sharp.

“Aw thanks! You look comfy though I’m kinda jealous now maybe I should’ve dressed down.” 

“No I love your outfits! Besides, someone has to look nice in this relationship.”

You link arms and march into the cafe. It’s located near the fancy designer stores on a large hill overlooking the beach. When you step inside the whole atmosphere screams ‘cozy’, fitting its name perfectly. The interior is littered with mismatched sofas and armchairs but it somehow still looks aesthetically pleasing. Soft piano jazz is playing through speakers and when you step inside the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans immediately invades your nostrils.

You glance at their pastry display first. Today must be your lucky day because they have tiramisu and you absolutely love tiramisu but it’s usually sold out. No way in hell are you letting this chance slide, fuck breakfast norms you’re definitely getting a bite of that. Unfortunately you’re not a fan of sugary treats on top of sugary drinks so to balance things out you choose to order their house brew.

After you two order, you find a spot in one of the plush armchairs near the window and sit. You really are lucky today since window seats are usually taken. But not this time! You guys get to enjoy the gorgeous scenery displayed before you. The sun is bright, people are laying on the beach tanning, and kids are splashing each other with water. For the first time in awhile, you feel content with life, if only for a bit. 

Before long your orders are called out and you stand up to retrieve them. Once you’re settled, you break into conversation with Karli, eager to catch up on everything that happened since you two last spoke face-to-face. You talk about work, Karli’s boyfriend Sunny, that new pizza place that opened up near your apartment that actually has really shitty pizza.

“Like seriously how do you fuck up pizza that badly?” you exclaim in between generous bites of tiramisu.

“No I get you,” Karli responds, slurping her iced mocha frappuchino, “everybody knows what pizza is supposed to taste like, I mean it’s gotta take talent to actually fuck it up to the level you’re describing girl.”

“Exactly!!” You wave your arms in the air, wanting to physically demonstrate your frustration at the situation and your passion for good pizza.

“Anyways…” Karli gently sets her drink down and takes on a more serious tone. “How are you though, honestly.”

“Hmm, me?” You swallow your last bite of tiramisu, “I’m doing good. Works ok, life’s ok. You know. Everything’s… ok.”

“I get that everything’s ‘ok’ but you know I want you to be more than ok. I want you to be happy”

You see the genuine concern in her eyes. Bless this girl for being so soft-hearted.

She continues, “And when was the last time you dated? Like, what, 2 years ago??”

Of course she has to mention dating. Karli has always been a romantic. You? Not so much. Your brain tended to err on the logical, practical side, which is not always a good idea since it keeps you away from many potential relationships.

“I date!” You scoff, but you’re not convincing anybody, least of all yourself.

“Oh really?” Her eyes widen in mock surprise, “Tinder one night stands don’t count babe. You know what I mean.”

“Well you didn’t specify…” You mumble, trying to come up with any excuse to defend your pride. You know she’s just being a good friend and that she’s asking because she cares about you, so you don’t let her questions irritate you.

“Sweetie I’m not trying to make you feel bad and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s just… you mean a lot to me and you’re my bestie and I just want to see you be happy.” She takes your hand from across the table and looks you in the eyes. “We don’t get to see each other as much as we used to, so when I do I want to check in on how you’re doing.”

Then she averts her eyes, which you find highly suspicious. “Also I may or may not have found someone who I KNOW will be a perfect match for you.”

“AHA I KNEW you were leading up to something!”

“Wait but hear me out. He’s an accountant and at first I was like hmmm is he too boring for Y/N? But then I realized I was judging him by his job and that’s not cool so I talked to him and he’s, like, actually super cute and super sweet and I think you two will get along so well!” She’s speaking very fast at this point, trying to squeeze out as much information as possible before you can interject. Then she finishes with one of her signature Karli smiles, big and wide and all teeth and she knows you can’t say no to that face.

“Dammit. Fine.” You lost this round. “Alright if he wants to meet up I won’t say no. How bout that?”

“Gee that’s so thoughtful of you Y/N.” Her tone is sarcastic but she’s still smiling so you know she means no harm.

After another half hour of conversation, locked in a heated debate about food again (this time she’s defending her stance that pineapple belongs on pizza), Karli’s phone rings. The sound scares the poor girl half to death, and watching her jump a mile from her couch had you snorting into your coffee mid drink.

She looks at the caller ID, muttering under her breath, “It’s Saturday what do they want?” then glances up with a sad little pout, “Sorry Y/N it’s work gimme a sec…”

From what you can hear on her side of the conversation, something has come up and she has to head to the office right away. 

“Ok I’ll be there in fifteen,” she hangs up and gives an exaggerated “Ughhhhh”. She takes one large gulp, finishing the last of her ultra sweet, ultra whipped frappuccino. “It’s like they can’t do anything when I’m not there.” She looks especially apologetic when her eyes land back on you, “I’m so sorry I have to cut this short…”

“Hey it’s ok! Duty calls ya know,” you give her a reassuring grin, hoping it passes for a smile instead of a grimace. You were really hoping to hang out today.

“No it’s not ok. We didn’t even get to walk around today! And I know how much you like to do that.” She stands up, slipping her purse onto her shoulder, “so next time I’ll plan a day where I guarantee I won’t get interrupted. It’s the least I can do.”

“Mk sounds good babe,” you give her a big hug, “Go get ‘em tiger!”

After she exits the cafe you finish the last bit of your coffee and glance out the window, staring at the people on the beach. Wow it’s really crowded down there today. You zone in on two kids attempting to build a sandcastle, but it’s too close to the water so the waves flatten it in two seconds. But it seems they didn’t learn their lesson because they keep rebuilding the castle in the same spot. Just move it further up little dudes.

You find yourself lost in thought again. Just because Karli’s suddenly busy doesn’t mean you don’t still have a whole day to yourself. You can walk around on your own. Also why not treat yourself to another drink? A fun one this time from their specials menu.

Ten minutes later you find yourself wandering around the various shops, hot hazelnut latte in hand, gazing at display after display of designer clothes and bags. Look, you may not be a huge fashion person, or have any expendable cash, but a girl can still appreciate art, especially when it’s laid out so nicely in front of you. 

Speaking of art, there’s an art gallery coming up that you absolutely love. You’ve always been too afraid to go inside because you’re the type of person who feels obligated to buy something if you enter a local store and you DEFinitely can’t afford anything there. So you opt to loiter outside, like some creep, looking a little too long at the featured art through the window. This time it’s an Impressionist style painting of a ship on hazy waters with a sunset in the background. You’re no artist but you can appreciate good quality work when you see it. The piece is mesmerizing and serene, transfixing you to the spot. Before you know it, you’ve been staring for 15 whole minutes.

While admiring the artist’s use of color on the display piece, you overhear a lady raising her voice not too far away, snapping you out of your trance. It sounds like drama, so being the nosy bitch that you are, you’re definitely gonna check it out, if only to satisfy your curiosity.

“What do you mean ‘no’?! You’ll be perfect for each other!! Where’s your owner I bet he’ll listen!” At this point the lady’s voice is sounding downright aggressive.

As you shuffle closer to the scene of the noise, you spot a middle-aged, blonde lady pointing her finger at two hybrid men, almost jabbing one of them in the chest with her sharp, ruby nails. Behind her stands a gorgeous female arctic fox hybrid who clearly belongs to her as she pats her owner’s shoulders, trying to calm her down.

“I’m sorry miss but we just aren’t interested.” The taller of the two hybrids with orange hair speaks up, gently pushing the lady’s hands away. “Please leave us alone.” He’s being surprisingly calm, even after getting yelled at in public.

“Yeah lady get out of our faces,” the other white and grey haired hybrid is definitely more agitated, crossing his arms as he huffs in annoyance. You don’t blame him since the blonde lady is being ridiculously rude.

You can’t really make out the two males’ faces, since they’re turned away from you, but they are obviously hybrids. Both having incredibly bushy, soft-looking tails and tall, pointy ears sticking out of their heads.

Even if you can’t see their expressions, you can tell they’re uncomfortable with the harassment. Since you’re still somewhat unaware of the context, you stay out of the argument but decide to keep an eye on the situation in case the lady steps out of line. You’re just slightly around the corner, able to stay a safe distance away so that no one, especially the lady, can catch you eavesdropping. Pretending to admire the Gucci purses displayed in front of the shop you’re now standing at, and almost choking at the price, you cautiously side-eye blondie as she refuses to back down from the hybrid boys.

“Listen here you rude little pets, I’m not leaving you alone until I see your owner. My Sylvia here,” she gestures to the fox hybrid behind her, “would make a perfect partner for you.” She pokes the orange haired hybrid again, “I’ve been searching so long for her to find a mate and I’m not giving you up! Now where the hell is your owner!”

What the fuck?! How dare this lady talk to them like that? And in public no less! You now know exactly why she’s yelling at them. Working at a private hybrid clinic has opened your eyes to the harsh world of hybrids, and their selfish, rich owners. It’s not uncommon for owners to negotiate with each other and breed their hybrids. If two pretty hybrids mate, their children can be sold for loads of money. It's cruel and disgusting, with many of the children sold off before they can even get to know their parents. You’re all too familiar with this tradition, often catching owners in the waiting room of your clinic discussing in whispers about buying and selling hybrid children as if they’re livestock.

“Hey what the fuck did you call us?!” The white and grey hybrid is now also raising his voice. “Listen you wrinkly bi…!” He is quickly silenced by the orange hybrid, who abruptly clamps his hand over his buddy’s mouth.

Orange hair clears his throat. “What he means is, we don’t appreciate the tone you’re using with us. Please leave us alone ma’am. We’ll be on our way. Goodbye.” They attempt to brush past her.

“Hey hold on a minute! I’m not done with you!!” This lady even has the balls to grab onto orange hair’s arm. “I demand to speak to your owner!” Then some sort of realization dawns upon her because her eyes go wide, then quickly narrow. “And where are your collars? Aren’t owned hybrids supposed to have collars on? You know I just might have to call Hybrid Services.” 

You can see the boys visibly tense at her words as she sports a satisfied smirk. Poor Sylvia is now gently tugging on her shirt. “Please calm down, miss…” she says desperately trying to remedy the situation.

Before you know it, and without any plan of action, you round the corner and march up to the boys, standing defensively in front of them.

“Um…” You gulp, then clear your throat, speaking in what you hope is a more confident tone. “Sorry I took so long guys! You wouldn’t believe the line at the coffee shop!”

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until this moment - valerio montesinos

Warnings: None, I don't think.  Word Count: 954 Request By: anonymous : “Hey!! Your writing gets me everytime, so keep up the amazing work! Would you mind doing a Valerio (Elite) imagine in a post season 3 scenerio? (please don't read further if you haven't watched, I'm sorry) Like, Carla asks the reader to play a role in the bodega management without telling Valerio that the reader was arriving in town. So, they bump into each other prior to the official meeting and he's flirting and being kinda arrogant (being Valerio, you already know) but she knows better and THEN there's the meeting and he's completely gobsmacked.. I'm sorry for this being so long and if it doesn't make sense, but I'd love if you wrote something along these lines ❤ Thank you”

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“Large iced coffee.” The barista called out. You shuffled through the small crowd to collect your drink before finding an empty table near the far end of the coffee shop. 

The seat was by a floor to ceiling window. It was one of those baby-blue sky days. The clouds looked like cotton-candy puffs floating by slowly and you watched them travel while sipping on your drink. 

There was a smell of freshly baked pastries and ground coffee that filled the cafe, it was soothing to the soul. Music played through the old speakers and as it mixed with the chatter it created a light comforting buzz. Carla was right, this was a lovely spot in the city. 

A bell rang indicating someone had either left or entered the cafe but you didn’t pay attention. Instead you focused on taking the perfect photo for your Instagram - people should know that you were back in your hometown, this time for good. 

“I can help you with that.” You turned around in your chair. The boy standing before your eyes wore a loose black silk shirt with gold plated jewellery hanging from his neck and ripped black jeans. He had dark brown locks that perfectly complimented his face and screamed finesse. His eyes were initially covered by sunglasses which he took off after a moment smiling down at you. “I’m Valerio.” He said with a grin. “And until this moment I could have sworn I’ve met every pretty lady this city had to offer.” 

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at the pathetic line. 

“Does that usually work on girls?” You questioned raising an eyebrow. “Of course it does.” Valerio replied quickly making you roll your eyes. 

“So what exactly can you help me with Valerio?” “Your photo of course.” 

Without you getting a chance to respond and protest, he grabbed the phone from your hands and took a step back. He instructed you to grab the coffee and sit on the table, with one leg dangling off and one placed on the chair you were previously sitting on. 

“This whole thing is bizarre.” - you thought to yourself. Valerio didn't seem to mind however as he changed his own position to snap a photo from every possible angle. When he felt satisfied he handed you your phone back and sat down on one of the other chairs. 

“Tell me what you think.” He winked. Making yourself comfortable back in your chair you scrolled through the images, you hated to admit it but they were actually quite good. 

“Thank you.” You smiled looking up at him. He smiled back. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.” Valerio’s eyes traced the outline of your face. His gaze travelled from your lips down your neck before unsubtly landing on your cleavage. He slowly licked his lips and grinned. 

“So what do you say we get out of here now?” He whispered leaning in closer to you. His minty fresh breath hit your skin. 

Once again you couldn't help but giggle. “You gotta work on your pickup lines Valerio.” In one swift motion you grabbed your handbag off the floor, your half-drank coffee from the table and headed towards the door leaving Valerio dumbfounded. 

The next day you had your scheduled meeting with Carla who wanted to introduce you to the rest of the team. 

The thin blonde excitedly threw her arms around your neck hugging you tightly and swaying you from side to side. “Oh it’s so good to finally see you again.” She grabbed your hand before pulling away and with a brisk step led you inside.

To your surprise there was no one in sight. The home seemed quiet, almost peaceful which was a first for the Rosón Caleruega household. Carla asked if you wanted anything to drink, you politely declined. She excused herself and left you alone for a moment to explore the living room you’ve once known all too well.

Nothing changed since you were last here. It made you sentimental. You wondered over to the bookshelf in the corner of the space and trailed your fingers on the colourful titles.

“Carla?!” A familiar voice rang through the walls yet you couldn’t quite place where you’ve heard it before. Footsteps against the wooden floor were coming up closer to where you stood. “Carla?”

There was a sudden halt. “Well who do we have here?”

“Valerio!” Carla exclaimed appearing back in the room with a drink in her hand. “Glad you could make it.” She smiled and walked over to him. You turned around in your spot and immediately recognised the boy - it was the guy who tried hitting on you yesterday at the cafe.

Carla placed a kiss on his cheek. The two of them turned their attention to you.

Valerio’s eyes widened. Up until that moment he also didn’t recognise you and now he didn’t know what to say. You looked different than yesterday, your hair was down and instead of a loose tee and jeans you were wearing a tight dress. He gulped.

“Y/N this is Valerio.” Carla smiled placing her hand on his chest. “Valerio, this is Y/N. The two of you will be working together.” You lifted your hand, he took it and gently shook it. Valerio still couldn’t utter a word.

Still holding his hand you took a step closer. You leaned in a little and with a mischievous smirk whispered: “And until this moment I could have sworn I’ve met every pretty boy this city had to offer.” 

Clearly amused by your reference to his failed pickup line yesterday, Valerio smirked. He could tell the two of you would get along and he couldn’t wait.

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700 Years Promise Part Six

Summary: Wonwoo, an army captain, was sent to kill Y/n, the illegitimate child of the king that no one knows about. What happens when the promise to complete that mission goes too far?

Warnings: mentions of death, this one is kinda sad y’all.

Rose: sorry this one got so heavy. I’m actually really proud of this chapter. I hope your all enjoying this as much as I am. Also I think I already know how I’m gonna end this >;)). Stay tuned!

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You woke up the next day, sometime around one in the afternoon, your surroundings feeling unfamiliar. That was until you remembered last night.

After your conversation with Sooyoung, it had gotten late. She insisted that you stay in her guest room, feeling better that you were with her. You begrudgingly agreed, falling asleep quickly in the soft bed.

It was Saturday so the shop was closed today and you had nothing to do. You were too scared to go out in fear of bumping into Wonwoo again. But you really didn’t want to stay with Sooyoung and be forced to watch her soap operas.

You went down stairs, still weighing your options, to get something to eat. Jin was no where to be seen, probably off playing golf. And Sooyoung was also not around, oddly enough. You thought she had gone out until you heard quiet sobbing from the kitchen.

You walked in to see Sooyoung holding a piece of paper in her hands. Carefully you moved towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She curled into you, her cries quieting a little.

“What’s wrong, dear,” you asked quietly.

“Have you forgot what today is?” Sooyoung asked whipping her tears with a tissue.

You took out your phone to check the date. When you saw the small letters at the top of the screen, a pain shot through your chest. Today was the day your son died.

Your son, Hansol, lived a long and happy life. He married a wonderful woman, Yeri, and gave you Sooyoung. But your life, being as cruel as it was, Hansol was dead.

He died long ago in 2006 at the age of 92, Yeri following not long after. You knew that was coming. It was inevitable. Your husband died the same in 1971. You watched him grow old and wither until the age of 86. You never changed.

No mother should have to outlive her child. Or grandchild. But you were cursed. Maybe you should just get Wonwoo to do it already.

“Grandma!” Sooyoung called snapping you out of your trance. You cleared your throat and apologized.

“I’ll go visit him and your grandfather today,” you said quietly. You stood and grabbed your bag and shoes from the front door, saying goodbye to Sooyoung.

You walked for a while, not really wanting to go to the cemetery yet. You stopped for lunch, staying in the cafe for a while. Outside, the sky started to change to that of sunset. You didn’t realize how long you’d been out for.

After paying the bill, you left the cafe and walked down to a small flower shop. You bought forget me nots.

The cemetery wasn’t a long walk. You got there just as the sun was starting to fall behind the horizon. You stood at the gates for a moment, just taking it in. You were about to go visit your husband and sons graves.

This week had not been kind to you. First the anniversary of your ‘death’. Then running into the man who was supposed to kill you on the same day. And of course, with your luck, the next day was the anniversary of the death of your son, the person you care for more than anyone.

Slowly you walked into the cemetery, knowing exactly where you were going. You passed another woman, sitting near a headstone and crying. You felt for her.

Without even realizing it you arrived at their graves. Two headstones next to each other, starting to decay. There were orange leaves dropped by the trees resting on top. You brushed them off and sat in front of the two stones.

The autumn leaves crunched beneath you as you sat. You took the flowers that had been left last time someone had visited and replaced them with the little purple and blue forget me nots you bought.

You looked at your husband and son’s graves, reading the engraving.

Jaehyun Lee

1885-1971

Beloved son, husband, and father

Hansol Lee

1914-2006

Beloved son, husband, and father

You could feel the tears rolling down your face as you clutched the dead flowers in your hands. You silently sobbed to yourself for what felt like hours was really only minutes.

You were disrupted by the crunching of leaves behind you. You whipped around, the air being torn from your lungs.

Standing in front of you, a solemn expression on his face, was none other than Wonwoo.

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Christmas Special: Day 21

-> Pairing: Dog Hybrid!Jeongguk x Cat Hybrid!Reader // Yoongi x Named OC(Ara) -> Hybrid!AU // Fluff and sadness -> Word Count: 3.3k -> Summary: Being the last hybrid in the shelter for Christmas isn’t what you want, but maybe Santa will have a better plan for you. -> Warning(s): Abandonment // cute little boy

A/N: I kinda wanna make this a series, so let me know what y’all think.

Family has always been your number one priority. It’d been instilled in you since you were a kitten, and you’ve always taken pride in taking care of your loved ones when you could. Growing up with two younger brothers made that easy - Jimin and Taehyung always did manage to get themselves in trouble - and with you being 8 years older than them, it made taking care of them a lot easier. The three of you were separated from your mother after a bad storm when you were only 11 and your brothers were 3. You’d been scared and worried about hybrid control finding you before you could make it to your mother, and you were sure that you would be separated for good. But Mrs. Kim - the nice, old lady that you live with now - took you in and promised to keep you safe. She found you outside of her little tea shop carrying both of your brothers soaked to the bone, and she had no problem bringing you in to the warmth of her own home. 

To give you and your brothers a new one. 

During the day you helped Mrs. Kim with her everyday chores and running the shop, keeping an eye on your brothers playing with toys in the corner near the window at the front of the shop. You taught your brothers everything that your mother taught you, and you taught yourself as much as you could when everyone was asleep. Day after day you would do your best to be just like your mother, so that your brothers had someone to look up to. Being with Mrs. Kim gave you that opportunity to take care of them and give them a better chance in this world for what the 3 of you were, and if they were lucky then they’d find a home or a job with someone who would appreciate the work that you put into raising them. You spent 6 years raising them with Mrs. Kim at your side to take care of you, until the day she fell.

And then she was gone.

It wasn’t that she didn't make the fall, but she had to be placed in the care of someone who could do a better job than you could. She had to leave you, and that meant you’d be given to someone new. It meant that your brothers would be given to someone new, and there was no guarantee that this new owner would be kind, or that they would even take both of them. There was a chance that no one would take either one of them, and that scared you the most! Hybrid’s left in shelters for so long never stood a good chance, and there was always the possibility of being sold to a warehouse for constant, grueling labor with poor conditions. If your brother’s ended up in a position like that, you would actually keel over and die from heartbreak.

But someone seemed to be looking out for you.

After Mrs. Kim’s fall and she was moved to her new home where she could be watched 24/7 by trained nurses and hybrid’s, her son placed you and your brothers in the best care he could on behalf of his mother. Seokjin had two hybrids of his own at home on top of his three children, and you could understand why he couldn’t take your brother’s. Thankfully, he knew someone who ran a shelter unlike any other shelter in the city. A shelter that ensured the safety of their hybrids and didn’t allow anyone to leave with a hybrid without a full background check. Min Yoongi built his shelter from the ground up with his older brother when he turned 22 - as you learned when you first arrived with your brothers - and he’s kept it running by himself with the help of his volunteers and his wife Ara. 

It’s a large building that’s set up like a cafe in the front with a children’s themed cafe for the younger hybrids next to the counter. A small hallway runs between the kids cafe and the counter, leading to the back of the building where small rooms are built for said hybrids. It’s like a small hotel, enough to keep them safe, warm, and sane throughout their stay until they were placed in a good home. Everyday when you first arrived, Yoongi would appear in the small room he’d set up for you and your brothers at the back of the large shelter to bring you breakfast. He was used to hybrids being uncertain when they first arrived, especially older hybrids that didn’t have good experiences from their youth to now. 

“You don’t have to join us if you don’t want to, but my wife and I will be around all day, okay? Anything that you need, we can get it for you.” He said to you. Everyday he assured you that he and his wife would help you in anyway they could, and he kept true to his word. He fed the three of you, clothed you and your brothers, helped to teach you and your brothers, and he did his best to find the most trustworthy owners for you and your brothers.

Unfortunately, just as you thought, you and your brothers wouldn’t be able to stay together forever. Ara managed to find the perfect owner to take in your brothers, and after meeting with them in the cafe 8 times just to be sure...you didn’t have it in your heart to keep them from a better life. A man named Jung Hoseok, his heart shaped smile and the pure joy he showed when interacting with your brothers was the true deal sealer to give you the strength to let them go. The 3 of you had never cried that much since Mrs. Kim had her fall and you all had to leave her, and watching them get in the car with Hoseok and driving away was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You were sad to see them leave, but every part of you knew that you had to.

Even if you would be alone.

Now, with the holidays approaching and the hybrids around you being adopted for children and those in need of company, you find yourself to be the only hybrid left in the shelter. It wasn’t like you really expected anyone to adopt you before the holiday, but you had hope that maybe one person would take you in. You’d taken to sitting at the table next to the window of the cafe drawing whatever came to your mind: sometimes your brothers, sometimes Mrs. Kim, and even the stray picture of Ara and Yoongi spraying whipped cream at each other. When kids come in to visit, they’ll sit with you and pet your ears while you draw and color for them. Adults come in to talk with you once in a while or get opinions on things that they’re unsure of, but they always leave when they’re done.

At least you’re no stranger to their absence.

Thankfully, Yoongi and Ara are not willing to let you continue on that way. When it came time for the shelter to close for Christmas and the couple to return to their home, they surprised you in the best way possible.

“You want to me to what?” You ask, staring at the two before you in disbelief as you try to grasp what they just said to you.

“We want you to join us for Christmas.” Ara repeats, holding a coat for you to take out into the cold air. Yoongi holds a bag, presumably with your belongings for the few days you’ll be with them.

You shake your head in confusion, “Why?”

Ara’s face drops immediately, in more shock than she should be after the years she’s spent doing this. “Sweetheart...the fact that you even have to ask that-”

“-We’re not leaving you alone for the holiday.” Yoongi says. 

“We have plenty of space for you to join us, and I refuse to leave you here when you can spend Christmas with our family.” Ara assures.

They both look at you with such fondness and hope, that it’d be impossible for you to try and deny them anymore. You shrug, “I guess it would be rude to refuse.”

That’s how you find yourself being led into the tall apartment building the two have made a home in, being taken to a floor almost completely at the top of the building - in the elevator which was a very scary experience for you - and stopping in front of a door with a wreath hanging off of it and a doormat with a cat telling neighbors to kindly ‘go away’ instead of knocking. You could smell their dog hybrid all the way out in the hallway, and it made you nervous to think he’d be aggressive with you entering his territory.

Ara places a gentle arm over your shoulder, making you feel nice and protected from your worries, “It’s okay, Sweetheart, Jeongguk is a good boy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Yeah, the real threat you need to worry about is-” Yoongi is cut off by a loud crash as soon as the door opens.

“Kookie! Throw Jun-Jun higher!” A small voice yells.

The three of you walk further into the apartment and find a small boy being held high above the floor while a boy about your age with fluffy brown hair and black ears, sweats with a fluffy black and brown tail peeking out and a t-shirt stares at the broken glass below him with wide eyes. His ears are up, and it’s clear he knows everyone is home now.

“Kookie will throw Jun-Jun higher as soon as Kookie cleans the glass.” He says to he little boy and breaking away from his chance. He rests the boy on his hip with a sigh and turns to offer the three of you a sheepish smile, “Hey guys. How was work?”

Ara turns away with a sigh, almost unbothered by the event like it happened every time they come home, “I’ll get the dustpan.” 

“Just bring him over here and we’ll take care of it, Gukkie.” Yoongi instructs. He turns to you and wraps an arm over your shoulder with a welcoming smile before turning back to Jeongguk, “Come and meet (Y/n). She’ll be staying with us for the holiday.”

“Nice to meet you.” He nods. You watch as Jeongguk’s eyes stare directly at Yoongi’s hand placement, watching part of his tail wrap around the little boy in his arms. Nervous yourself, you nod back to him.

“Kitty~” Thankfully, little Jun was more than happy to save the awkward tension. His arms fly out to reach for you, wriggling as much as he can in the dog hybrids tight hold. He was excited to have a new friend, and it looked like Jeongguk was also trying to hold himself back from really greeting you in fear of how you would react. But the little boy was wanting to waste no time, “Jun-Jun want pretty kitty!”

You blush, a small smile etching on your face. He reminded you of your brothers when they were younger, and you wanted nothing more than to experience that again. Hesitantly, dropping your ears and trying to not make eye contact with the more dominant hybrid, you reach your arms out in want, “May I please hold him?”

Ara and Yoongi watch hesitantly as they watch Jeongguk think for a moment before he slowly walks closer with Jun, nodding and letting the little boy leap into your arms. It’s almost unreal for the two to watch your eyes light up and a smile they hadn’t seen since your brothers had helped to make a cake for you for your birthday. You looked like it was Christmas day already as you bounce the toddler happily in your arms like he were your own, and that made the two adults happy to see you pleased as well.

“We already ordered dinner for tonight, so it should be arriving soon. Why don’t the two of you play with Minjun and get to know each other while we get some plates ready?” Yoongi suggest.

Ara nods in agreement, “You both like to draw, maybe you can start with that.”

“You draw?” Jeongguk asks, his ear perking up.

You look to the floor, avoiding his eye contact and shrug, “I draw the people I see out the window when I’m at the cafe. It gives me something else to think about.”

“I used to live at the shelter with my brother too. Ara and Yoongi talk about you alot, and I know how you feel when it comes to being separated from family.” He explains. 

“I’m sorry.” You mutter, unsure of what else you should say.

“It’s okay, I got to come here and get a new brother!” He says with a big, goofy smile. He turns to Minjun in your lap and gets face level with the boy. “Isn’t that right, Minjunnie?”

“Big brother Kookie is the best brother for Jun-Jun!” Minjun agrees, falling off of your thigh to reach out and give Jeongguk a sloppy kiss to his cheek. The both of them together made your heart feel a little more full than it had since your brothers left for Gwangju with Hoseok, and you just felt yourself feeling more and more relaxed as you continued to play and chat with them. Even through dinner, you were able to enjoy their company, along with the familiar, calming presence of Yoongi and Ara. It felt like you found a family you could trust, but their was still the fact that you’d be returning to the shelter once the holiday was over.

And then you’d be alone again.

When it came time to go to bed so Santa could come and surprise Minjun with his gifts, you were offered the spare bedroom across from his room and next to Yoongi and Ara’s. Jeongguk was right next to Minjun across from the bathroom, so it made it easier if something were to happen and Minjun needed something in the night. Minjun was actually intent on sleeping with both you and Jeongguk, but Ara was quick to talk him down for your sake. Though, the both of you did sit with him in his room to help him fall asleep.

“And then, the two little kittens jumped through the window and saved the Princess from the monster!” You tell, bringing the story based on your two brothers to an end. You watch as Minjun’s eyes try to close against his will, fluttering shut every now and then as Jeongguk strokes his hair.

“They sound so cool…” He mutters, hands holding your tail very gently as he continues to fight the sleep.

You smile, joining Jeongguk in moving stray strands of hair from Minjun’s face as his drift close, “They are! They fear no monster, and are praised when they return to the King with tales of their adventure.”

Eyes still closed, Minjun sighs, “I want...to do that too.”

“You can, Minjunnie.” Jeongguk assures him, nuzzling his nose into the little boys hair. It isn’t long before his soft snores finally reach your ears.

“He’s so easy to put to sleep.” You whisper, continuing to stroke the boys hair as he sleeps. 

Guk laughs, “Yeah, it’s how you know he’s Yoongi and Ara’s kid.”

“I remember my brothers at this age. I forgot how much I missed it…” You sigh, remembering the days where you would tell your brothers story of your mother and cuddling with them until they fell asleep. It was nice to have someone to coddle again, especially someone you didn’t have to coddle alone. “He’s so cute.”

Jeongguk lays head head on the pillow above Minjun, beginning to feel drowsy himself, “I bet your brothers really miss you too. You seem like you took good care of them.” 

You smile, “I like to think I did.” 

You lay down with your head just above Minjun’s but lower than Jeongguk’s when he asks, “What do you think they’re doing now?” It’s a question that you think about a lot when you’re at the cafe or getting ready for bed in your now empty room in the shelter. It was nice to know where they were, but it was still heartbreaking that they were so far away.

You sigh, “Well. I hope they’re being given the best life their owner can offer them. I know he’s a good guy, so I’m not worried about their treatment, but I really hope they’re happy together.”

“They are.” Jeongguk assures, seeing the longing in your eyes. He could tell how well you took care of them, and he knows just how good Yoongi and Ara are at finding homes for their hybrids. He had faith that your brothers were okay.

“How do you know?” You ask, head tilted and ear folded. Jeongguk can’t stop himself from smiling at how cute you look, reaching over the sleeping child between you and scratching your ears. 

“I can feel it.” He assures you, making sure to be gentle as he continues his petting.

By the time morning comes, the both of you don’t even realize you fell asleep in Minjun’s bed beside him. It’s only when the little boy begins jumping up and down excitedly on top of the both of you that you even realize where you’d fallen asleep. Thankfully, with Minjun dragging you to the living room to look at presents instead of the fluffy haired canine hybrid, you have no time to feel embarrassed at sharing a bed with him. 

As soon as Minjun finishes waking up his parents and they both begrudgingly leave the safety of their bed for their sons happiness, you all settle in by the tree filled with presents and begin to unwrap the treasures left for you. Gifts from husband to wife, gifts to a child disguised as a beloved holiday figure, and gifts to not one but two hybrids under the tree. It’s a happiness you didn’t think you’d get to experience again, and you’re more than happy to share it for one day with people that seemed to genuinely care about you.

“I have one more present.” Ara announces. She reaches around the side of the couch and pulls out an orange bag with purple and pink tissue paper sticking out. She places it right on top of Yoongi’s lap and pulls out her phone with a smile, “Open it.”

Yoongi is hesitant with Ara filming him, but complies anyways. He pulls at the flimsy paper until he pulls out a baby binky, staring at it like he was suddenly constipated until his face lights up in realization. He turns to her with a sudden gleam of happiness, “Are you serious?”

“That’s why I’ve felt the need to be more gentle around you.” You says, now realizing why you’ve felt so attached to her recently. She was pregnant, and you had subconsciously known this whole time.

Yoongi’s eyes are brimming with tears as he leans into his wife’s shoulder and pulls her close. He can’t express his emotions well enough in this moment of surprise, “Angel, I’m really happy…”

“So am I. Especially since we still want to add one more person to our little family besides baby #2.” She says, now turning to face you instead. Her smile doesn’t leave her face as she continues just staring at you with a look you can’t quite place.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask. You don’t get it until you take one glance at Jeongguk and he nods to you, “Wait...you mean me?”

“Yeah, we mean you.” Yoongi assures, sitting up and wiping the tears from his eyes with his arm still firmly wrapped around his wife.

“Kitty stay!” Minjun cheers, clapping happily.

“So what do you say?” Ara asks.

Jeongguk places a hand on you shoulder and teasingly asks, “Kitty stay?” As if Minjun were the one asking you to stay with them. Even so, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your cheeks or the tears that fill your eyes.

You nod, “Kitty stay.”

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hues / part three

He always considered himself as the colorful one, until she came into the picture and managed to make him realize that there were hues and shades of colors in him he hadn’t discovered.

CHARACTERS: Baekhyun x Reader (name would not be mentioned) AU: fakedating!au, college!au, artstudents!au GENRE: romance, fluff, slight conflict WC: 1.6k. A/N: a filler chapter. 

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“Move in with me,” Baekhyun said, looking up from his tablet, he saw how her mouth gape at his question, smiling weakly then, “I mean, just to keep you save?” He continues. She opened up her mouth, closing it right after; not knowing that to say. 

It had been three days ever since Jinyoung invade the privacy of her apartment, things have been quiet yet she was still on edge because of it, constantly looking around and not being able to be at ease. Right after what happened, she doesn’t stay in her apartment, opting to crash in one of her best friend's place. 

Baekhyun never leave her side even though she stubbornly told him that she will be fine, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he’s not sure that she’s save without any threat coming her way. Of course, she was grateful about it, though at the same time, she felt burdened because she was no one important in his life―at least that is what she told herself from time to time―but Baekhyun was too stubborn for her words to go through her thick skull. 

She doesn’t want to depend herself on him, her mind filled with the thought of him caring for her out of obligation of their deal when she asked him to help her to pretend to be her boyfriend. Depending herself on anyone in general was never a favorable idea in her mind. She grew up being told that women could be independent too and she wanted to prove that to herself and her family.

Speaking of family; she stay mute about her problems at hand. She doesn’t want her family that was happily living over the ocean to worry about her and persist her to move together with them to the States, though she knew that sooner or later she needed to tell them. But not now, not even soon. 

Baekhyun’s soft voice break her out from her thoughts, making her sigh. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes that were staring at him showed an uncertainty. 

“You don’t have to-”

“Where would I sleep?” 

They spoke at the same time, Baekhyun being stunned by her question and she smiling at him in a cheeky way. He thought it was very cute of her to be cheeky when her cheeks are redder than the red he currently used to color his illustration. She gestured him to answer her question, being curious knowing that Baekhyun is living in a studio apartment with one queen sized bed. 

“You could sleep in my laundry machine.” He shrugged, and she badly want to smack him for his lopsided grin that was stretched on his lips. 

“In?!” 

“I mean, you’re small enough to fit.”

She groaned, throwing the closest paint brush she have inside her apartment. 

“I am not that small.” 

“Sure, baby, keep lying to yourself.” 

“Baekhyun!” 

Her loud scream and his laughter resonated inside her small apartment, bringing joy to both of them, as if there is nothing to worry about. 

She still didn’t say anything about Baekhyun’s idea of moving to his studio apartment, it was not because it’s small, his studio apartment are really spacious and enough for another bed to be put somewhere on his apartment. She doesn’t know how will it be appropriate for her to move in with a guy―that was only her pretend boyfriend―without it being weird. How will she explain to her friends about her moving out, even? 

She was tempted, of course she was. Who wouldn’t be tempted when they were being offered a good place to live in and a promise of protection? Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say yes to him, and she doesn’t have anyone to talk to her about it knowing that what everyone knew of was her dating him, for real. 

“Baekhyun,” she called her softly, they left her place about an hour ago, opting to finish their assignments in a nearby cafe for more inspiration, “would it be weird if I said yes to your offer?” She questioned. 

He hummed at her question, putting his pencil down to focus on her wholly. “By the majority point of view, of course it would be weird,” he said, smiling at her, “but it’s for your protection, and if any of our friends asked why you decided to move in, you can answer them with my place located near the campus.” 

She pursed her lips at his explanation, nodding her head then, “It could be a good idea, I will tell my mom first that for this semester I’ll be living with a friend?” 

“Yup,” he grinned, even though it kinda hurt that she labeled him as a friend, but he knew his place, “say whatever you are comfortable with, sweetheart.” 

She nodded her head at him, nothing happened yet ever since the first time Jinyoung barged inside her place, but she wouldn’t know knowing she hasn’t been really there for awhile. Letting out a soft sigh, she bring her knees close to her chest so she was able yo rest her cheek there. 

“You don’t have to do it, you know?” Baekhyun said, getting up from where he was seated to sit next to her, using his arm to rub a soothing circles on the small of her back. She sighed again, not knowing what to do. 

“My apartment will always be ready if you want to move in, baby. My laundry machine, too.”

She chuckled at his last word, swatting his chest with her palm. “Idiot,” she smiled at him, and lord, the way he mirrored her smile. 

She did end up choosing to move in with Baekhyun, justifying her decision by saying she felt saver when Baekhyun was around her. It was only a week after his suggestion that she did agree to it. She remembered well how beamy Baekhyun was when she told him over the phone that it was best for her to move to his place for awhile. 

Now, she found herself standing in the middle of his spacious studio apartment, two of her suitcases opened as she tried her best to arrange her clothing. Her easels and painting equipment already settled in nicely next to his. It feels domestic once she finished arranging her clothes on the space of Baekhyun’s closet that he readied before she came, making her smile to herself.

Baekhyun groan to himself when he was done settling the extra mattress he had for her to sleep on the feet of his bed, for some reason, she was glad that he doesn’t even used a bed post. Part of her are still being reminded of the feeling she had when she woke up in Baekhyun’s arms a  few weeks ago. Something she definitely want to feel again. 

“This is too much work, you should really sleep inside my laundry machine.” He whined, plopping his sweaty body to her mattress. She couldn’t help but to grimace―she would never lay down in her bed before she cleaned up―walking up to him and nudge his side with her toe. 

“Baekhyun, you’re dirtying my bed!” 

At that, Baekhyun chuckled, “Then sleep inside my laundry machine,” getting up from his position, “yes?” His eyes twinkled in playfulness, making her whine in annoyance. She swatted her hand on his chest, pushing him away. 

“I wouldn’t fit.” 

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure, if I didn’t fit you’re giving me new acrylics set.” She deadpanned. 

“...and if you fit, then you’re giving me new Copic markers. I need three new colors.” Baekhyun grinned at her, taking her wrist to lead her to where his laundry machine was placed near his kitchen. 

Ironically, she fitted inside his laundry machine. Her body doesn’t fit whole, but she managed to get her head and thighs inside it, making her legs dangled outside the opening of the machine. It doesn’t even take too much effort for her to get inside, all she had to do was getting her head in before her legs.

Baekhyun laughed way too hard to the point he was tearing up, his phone ready to record her endeavor inside his laundry machine. What she didn’t know, he was recording with his instagram and posting it as a story right away. 

It took Baekhyun three minutes to stop laughing and help her out, she has never been so glad that she was not afraid of small spaces. 

“Fuck you,” she breathed, slapping his arm hardly making him winched in pain, “I can’t believe I really fit?! Now I have to buy you an expensive markers that I don’t even use!?” 

Baekhyun still couldn’t stop himself from laughing, he knew that she wasn’t mad at him by the twinkle and the smile she tried her best to hide. He pulled her to him, enveloping her small petite body with his. 

She fit so perfectly with him, like two puzzle pieces finding its perfect pair. 

“You’re enjoying it, sweetheart.” Baekhyun smiled, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. He only heard her soft hum as a reply and its enough.

“Why do you like going here so much?” Baekhyun asked her, holding a shopping basket in his hand that was already filled with their art supplies. She hummed, her eyes examining the copic markers Baekhyun wanted. 

“It’s cozy, don’t you think?” She replied once she found the three shades, putting it on their shopping basket. Grinning at him toothily. 

Baekhyun nodded his head to agree with her, he does think that the place is cozy with their wooden interior and soft jazzy instruments playing. Every time he comes to the store, he always feel inspiration filling up his mind. And it was for the fact that he managed to get closer with her through this place, deeming it as their own safe haven. 

“I think so.” He smiled at her, giving her forehead a light peck.

  Little did they know, someone was watching them with their teeth gritted and fist clenched. 

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Black Mamba

Title:  Black Mamba

Characters: James Ashton, Vivian, Reyna, Abbie (Freshman Series, MC), Comfort (OC)

Rating: NSFW and stuff...

Word count: 1,942 words

My disclaimer:  These characters are owned by PB (minus OC obvi), I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N:  * is a separator due to scene change

 It's getting close. Two months left before James and Vivian meet their son. James is much more excited than Vivian, he decorated a nursery both in his and in her apartment. Vivian picked out some things but is selfishly focused on getting back what belongs to her: James. She and Shaun are no longer kissing buddies because she continuously blames him for the breakup. Vivian spends all of her time in baby prep with James or trying to perfect her plan to get James back.

 On the other side of the game, James and Comfort are living their best lives. 

"Hun, look what I made you" Comfort shows James the heart-eyed emoji cake she’s finished in their cooking class. 😍

He smiles at her and shapes his fingers into a heart before returning to the flour mix in front of him to make his cake.

"You want me to finish? Baking is kinda my thing" Comfort teases James who has not mastered the art of baking.

"No, no. I’m going to make the kiss emoji for you." 😘

He's determined to at least try to make this cake.

"I'd much rather the real thing." She says in reference to the kiss emoji cake he plans to attempt.

She leans closer to him

"Oh really?" He pulls her closer and closer until a kiss is no longer optional. She wraps her soft arms around his neck; her heels making her tall enough to reach his lips without standing on her toes. He deepens the kiss, fingers intertwined with the tight coils of her natural curls. She moans, tasting the sweet red he sipped during the dinner lesson on his lips before she barely pulls away.

"We’re the only ones left. Let's get out of here." They kiss again. James catches eyes with the teacher and nods his head toward the door.

“Yeah, let's go " he reaches to grab her hand and they walk out, hand in hand.  

Walking to the car in the cool night air, James looks at Comfort. The way her jeans are fitted at her thighs especially.

She catches him staring. "What?"

"Baby, can I walk behind you!? I need to watch that ASS!' She laughs. "Silly is what you are. Silly."

"Honestly, you're gorgeous. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"James Sexy Ashton. Are you trying to take me home?"

"You gonna let me?" She smiles as James opens the passenger side door for her, letting her get in the car before he shuts her door and gets in the car to begin the drive back to his place.

"Comfort. Let's go car shopping tomorrow. "

"You want to buy a new car?"

"I need to. I need a bigger car for when my son is here."

Parked at his complex and now in his apartment, the conversation continues

"I'll go with you."

"I want you to help me pick a car" He is changing into his pajamas when she realizes that she didn’t bring any overnight clothes.  

"You're so damn sexy. Can I wear the shirt that you aren't?"

James turns to grab a shirt out of his drawer to hand to her and they get in bed. He turns on the television but they both have books to read. Comfort lies on top of the bedding with James tee on, wearing her glasses and reading James' book Prescribe to love.

"Really, baby?" James looks at Comfort in disbelief.  

"What? It's my favorite book!"

"Yeah, okay" he puts his book down and hops on top of her; tickling her stomach and showering her face with wet kisses. He fights against her kicking and laughing before he retreats.

"You kicked me pretty hard."

Comfort grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks together, "Aww does honey have a boo-boo? Did I hurt you honey?” she kisses his lips and to his pleasant surprise, she deepens the kiss while allowing her hands to roam, tracing the muscles of his chest and feeling his broad shoulders.

"Baby..." James calls to her before continuing their kiss down to her neck where he focuses for a minute while his own hands travel further up her thigh until he is at her panty line.

"Do you want me to stop?" He speaks in a grainy whisper. This will be their first time together and James doesn’t want to rush anything with her. It’s gotta be perfect.

"No, sweetheart, don’t stop." She is speaking softly though the desire in her voice is apparent. She's only wearing James t-shirt and her panties when James glides the shirt off of her. He looks in her eyes, "How'd I get so lucky? You're like the moon. Brightening my darkness."

She pulls him into a kiss and her hands find their way to his waistband, pushing his pants down revealing his boxer briefs. "Rope Burn" by Janet Jackson plays softly in the background until a mostly naked Comfort turns it just a little louder, "Dance for me honey"

Without hesitation, James stands up to dance for her. Rolling his body and gyrating his hips

"I'm so out of my element," he thinks but doesn't dare show insecurity. 

"Come closer"

She grabs hold of his hand and pulls him as near to the edge of the bed as possible. Following the outline of his erect dick with her tongue only made the imprint more pronounced. She breathes on the imprint, allowing him to feel the moisture of her breath as she watches his excitement become more visible.  

"Comfort, Baby, you're so sexy."

"Shhhh" she places a finger to his lips and starts kissing his waist, slowly pulling his boxers down and kissing every part of his pelvis except his dick. She kisses down until her lips meet his balls. Opening her mouth wider to suck them both. "Mmmmmm" moaning at the sensation of his smooth skin in her mouth. Slowly pumping her hand back and forth on his dick.

"Comfort..."

“Hush. Stay where you are” she speaks so softly; the tone sends tingles in his body. How is she so sexy, so in control of her femininity and how did she hide such freakiness? She gets on her back, head hanging off the bed and immediately returns to sucking his balls. Somehow her head being in a different position gives a different, equally amazing sensation. He's never done this before, but he cannot get enough of it now.

"Baby, " each time he starts to speak, he trails off into moaning. Wildly licking, her tongue meets the skin between his balls and his ass and he doesn't protest so she doesn't stop. This is new territory for James, but it feels amazing allowing her tongue to explore a little more before he speaks

"Damn baby," thinking she is finished but she tells him "Fuck my face." James is equal parts excited and amazed. He didn't know she was a freak like this but he’s certainly loving it. She opens her mouth. “Feed me that dick.” He slowly drops his dick in and out of her mouth until she grasps his thighs pushing him deeper in her throat. Saliva spilling her lips as she holds him in place, forcing him to keep his dick in her throat.

"Comfort. Baby. I..." she releases him from her throat to jack him off, sucking his balls as she does.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he explodes on the bed, but Comfort continues to jack him off until he pushes her torso down. "My turn" he pushes her legs apart...

**

"It's hot like summer now, being pregnant "

"The temperature changes are that vivid?"

Abbie asks in disbelief at her friend's exaggerations.

"Yes. They are. Wait till you get pregnant. Anyway, I have to get James back."

"Is he single?"

"No Abbie and guess who he’s dating"

"Becca"

"What? Hell no. Remember Reyna?"

"That girl you worked on the newspaper with Sophomore year of college?"

"Yup. But don’t worry. I have a plan and you will know when it's done."

"Okay, don't get crazy Vivian. "

"Don't worry. I have a call to make though. I'll call you later, k?"

"Okay, bye."

Vivian hangs up with Abbie and dials Reyna.

"Hello?"

"Reyna! Hey! Its Vivian, how are you? Long-time. "

"Hey, Vivian. I'm fine, how are you?"

"Pretty good. Are you still doing investigative journalism?"

"Yes, actually I'm trying to become a reporter. do you have a lead?"

"Less of a professional lead, more of a personal deal but I'm willing to pay and you'll get to flex your skills. Let's meet over coffee to sort everything out. Is that cool?"

Reyna thinks at least I can see James, not knowing that they aren't together anymore

"Sure."

"Great. Why don't I meet you at Linnie’s? I'm sure you know it, the little mom and pop cafe by James' place."

"Umm Sure. Okay" meanwhile Reyna is wondering, why would I know this coffee shop? Why is she referring to his apartment as James' place, doesn't she live there also? Vivian has always been a little strange to her, so she shrugs her shoulders and goes to meet Vivian.

Reyna, of course, arrives first and sits patiently awaiting Vivian. Vivian is only a couple minutes behind her and walks up smiling and apologizing.

"You just move a little slower when you're seven months pregnant. "

"It doesn't even feel as though seven months have passed. I still remember when James first said you were pregnant.”  

Vivian rubs her belly, "Believe me, I've been aware of each of these months" she laughs "Where is James?"

Reyna scrunches her eyes in confusion, "I don't know..."

"Okay. Well, drinks on me. What would you like?"

"How generous of you. Any dark roast with two cream and one sugar. " Reyna didn't want to argue, but she already made plans to slip Vivian money for the coffee.

"Got it. I'll be right back."

Vivian orders and receives the coffee and a hot cider for herself. When mixing in Reyna's cream and sugar she is careful to be unseen slipping a good amount of something extra and stirs. Returning to the table with both cups in hand must look difficult as Reyna stands up to grab a cup from Vivian though she has already made it back to the table and Reyna returns to sitting.

"Thank you, Vivian. So how has your pregnancy been?"

Vivian takes a seat, waiting for Reyna to sip.

"Not bad. I'm mostly hungry, sleepy and hot but our boy has been good to his mother" she rubs her belly while looking down affectionately and notices Reyna still has not taken a sip, so she takes one first.

"How are you and James, Reyna?" Reyna takes a sip.

"Huh? Wha?"

"You heard me. How are you and my man? "

"I ca..I..." Reyna passes out to the ground.

"Oh my God! Help!!" Vivian screams and another customer calls 911.

**

The moment the ambulance arrives, the tech looks at Vivian, “I'm sorry miss. She’s…no longer with us." But Vivian has set her eyes on James, who stands outside the cafe after hearing familiar names on the news. She walks to him, "I’m so sorry about your girlfriend " her face gets angry when she notices a lady’s hand in his. "What? Vivian, this is my girlfriend " he pulls Comfort closer to him and introduces them. "But we can get to know each other later. What happened to Reyna? Is she okay?" Vivian ignores him and walks away

"Damnit! I killed the wrong bitch" she speaks under her breath while heading back into the café to pretend she cares\

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When In Europe

Summary: Europe was a magical place that captivated everything from art to music to food and even love. It had captured your entire being and drew you closer to someone you were trying so desperately to stay away from. It took only a matter of time for everything to start spinning out of control...

Requested: No

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Please listen to this and watch this

Warning(s)?: Senior!Reader, Senior!Peter, FFH, Angst, Fluff,

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When In Europe

(Different writing style)

Spending my time in Europe had been epic. It had only been three days into my trip and honestly, I never wanted to leave. Visiting all the monuments and tourists attractions instantly had me hooked to this place. I was so glad I spent the past year saving up for this, those extra shifts at the cafe really were paying off.

There was only a few months before graduation, a last trip with all of our friends before we departed each other to start our own journey. I teared a little knowing this was probably the last time we will all be together, not arguing, studying, stressing over an oncoming exam or anything like that, just being in the moment, together. I couldn't have been happier.

''Come on Y/N, we have five minutes before Mrs Y/T/N possibly burst through our door and finally slaps us across our heads'' My friend MJ laughed from beside me, referring to one of our teachers who have joined us. Her and Mr Harris had the dreaded job of controlling the Senior Year, poor them.

I smiled to myself in the mirror and made sure my lip gloss was perfectly across my lips before popping my phone and wallet into my off the shoulder purse. Only two more days of bliss before reality set back in.

''Let's go'' I couldn't contain my excitement, I was sure I was annoying MJ to no end. Tonight was the night of the ball. I know, it sounds tacky but honestly, it also sounded kinda fun. Ever since the school Prom last year, any dance would be better than that one.

''Oh god come on Sarah! This is going to be the best night of our youthful lives!''  I was beyond excited for tonight. Prom. We weren't Seniors but this night was important to all high school students. We rarely had dances so all year levels were aloud to attend Prom, though all the years below Senior had to leave by 10.

''God your always so dramatic'' Sarah sassed as we sat in the back giggling together. Both of us had managed to score dates, mine be Mike, a forwarder for our school football team and Sarah's boyfriend, Andrew who was the Quarterback. (sorry, I'm Australian so I'm not sure how American football works)

''Why thank you Darling'' My horrible accent had us both into hysterics once again. Once we had arrived courtesy to Sarah's dad driving us, we hopped out and waved goodbye walking arm in arm into the school gymnasium.

''Hey you'' Andrew came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Sarah, twirling her around as she giggled. She mouthed 'sorry' to me and I just waved her off, hoping she would enjoy her night.

''Wow you look... so hot'' I faked a smile and turned to face Mike. I wasn't asked out by anyone, not even the guy I was falling for.. but it didn't matter, Andrew's friend did so I wouldn't have to go tonight alone.

''Not to bad yourself'' I tried to compliment but it just didn't feel.. right. He just smirked and took my hand beginning to walk me away when he saw something.

''Oh god, what the hell is that loser doing here?'' He asked aloud and turned around. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around myself. There, not 20 meters away was Peter Parker walking through the doorway, stopping suddenly when his dazed eyes reached mine.

I could hear Mike scoff from beside me, turning back around uninterested. Instead I stared at Peter and smiled sadly, wondering myself why he was here. He hated dances, and especially attending them alone. He nodded his head and smiled timidly at me before glancing around, still looking dazed. The look unsettled me more than it should have. My eyes followed him as he walked past us, Mike muttering some insult underneath his breath as he approached Liz Allen. Of course, the Senior he had been crushing on.

I was an idiot, a complete and utter idiot. Why would he even like me back when he had her? And especially in the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. She smiled happily at him and-

''Come on gorgeous'' Mike had interrupted my thoughts when he began to lead me onto the dance floor, exactly towards the middle. I shake my thoughts and move my eyes to his, trying to hide the heartbreak and hurt that I was currently feeling towards a certain brown eyed boy.

He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him as a slow song began to play, my eyes finding Sarah and Andrew in the distance snuggled up together, an occasional kiss shared between them. Was it too much to want something like that? Someone to hold, care for, love?

''I can't do this'' I looked for the familiar sound of his voice and frowned once I saw him, leaving Liz. She looked shocked and confused as he took off, racing towards the side exit of the gym. I kept slow dancing with Mike as I watched, my eyes following his retreating figure as worry began to settle in my stomach. Why in the world would he ditch the girl he was madly in love with?

''I'm going to go get us a drink ok?'' I asked Mike without looking at him, he responded with an 'okay' and let me go. My legs took me into the direction where Peter ran off to, my arms opening the doors before I can even process what I was doing.

But I regretted it instantly. All I could see down the hall was just that, an empty space filled with lockers and doors that lead to classrooms. There was no sign of Peter. But then again in my life there never really was, wherever he was going I was never really following... till now.

And even then.. he's gone.

It was as if I stopped trying after that night. I didn't ask anymore questions about his disappearances, I didn't voice my concern, worry, or anything. We fell out of touch but yet I never fell out of love with him.

''Are you okay?'' Mj walks up behind me once she realised I was spaced for a while. I look over my shoulder and wiped away a tear, nodding my head.

''Yeah, totally, come on, the day awaits'' I knew MJ didn't buy it but she didn't ask either which was good. We left our shared hotel room and made our way down into the lobby to meet up with everyone else.

''Okay gather around now! Hurry! We haven't much time!'' All 56 of us excited teenagers did as the Tour Instructor asked.

''Now as you are all aware of, We have been invited to the masked ball held by Mr and Mrs Salvatore, proud owners of the beautiful History Of Europe Museum for their grand Opening! We were very lucky yesterday to get a sneak peek and small tour, now, you'll only have a few hours after lunch to shop for your dresses, suits and masks, all have which been acquainted for apart of your allowance.-'' I had droned out, admiring all the lovely art works that hung in the quite historic. God this whole country was beautiful on the inside as well as the outside.

''God I feel like I am in some cheap fairytale'' MJ comments beside me stirring me from my thoughts. I glance at her and laugh, slightly agreeing with her.

''So on we go to the Theater!'' I was silently excited for this as opposed to many of the other students.

''And let the torture continue'' I smiled once again at MJ's remark before following behind everyone else and onto the shuttle bus.

~*~*~*~*

''So apparently, we are heading to lunch now, then into town for shopping, then we get the afternoon off to get ready'' I was saddened by the idea of leaving the theater so soon. I had wanted to walk around backstage, soak in the atmosphere.

''I'll meet you at the bus'' I had left MJ and walked around the other students and headed back onto the theater stage. We were again, lucky, to be able to get access to one of the most famous theaters in the world, having it all to ourselves for a little over an hour.

Walking up the steps I had expected to be alone, not to see a figure standing right in the middle. I took small and slow steps towards the center as well, not really paying attention to the other person as I stare out in the auditorium. The hundreds of red cushioned seats starring back at me.

I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling at peace.

''Beautiful isn't it?'' I asked aloud, my eyes opening to see the blarring lights still shining down.

''It definitely is'' I could feel myself freeze when I recognised the voice. I stiffened and wished the ground right then and there would swallow me up whole. I slowly turned my face to the side and saw Peter standing not too far away, already looking at me. I licked my lips nervously and glanced down at the ground.

It hurt being near him.

''We should get back to the others'' I spoke up with a small voice now, wanting to leave.

''We still have a few more minutes'' It was as if he wasn't fazed. Like we haven't being ignoring each other for the past 12 months. I wasn't sure whether to be angry or upset, or both.

''Lunch will be soon'' Speaking so formally at him felt wrong. Peter just nodded but continued to pick up the peaceful serenity of this place.

It was silent for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to speak or say.

Did he feel nervous and uncomfortable like I did? Did he feel like he had been punched in the chest when he saw me? Of course not.

''You've been quiet these past 24 hours'' Why the hell would I bring this up?

''Just had some stuff on my mind'' He had gotten very good at lying. He was acting weird like he normally would, even on this vacation.

''It's more than that'' I found myself speaking, turning to face him. No matter how hard I tried I still cared for him, even when I hated myself for it. He looked at me and starred for a few seconds, a look in his eyes I couldn't pick up on before he smiled.

''You could always tell when I was lying''

''Cause you're an awful liar'' We both laughed. It was nice. He slowly began to walk away and casted me one last glance.

''You look really pretty today'' He said shyly and quietly, so quietly I almost missed it. I starred after him in shock as he left, walked down the stairs and out the doors.

''So do you..'' I murmured after him but it was pointless. I left out one last glance before leaving as well, my heart swirling with emotions I had buried long ago. (Spider-man FFH trailer anyone?)

~*~*~*~*

Dress shopping with MJ in Europe was probably not one of my most favourite things to do. After I told her about my very short and probably non meaningful conversation with Peter she wouldn't stop yapping. She told me to stay away from him, knowing how much I still felt for him.

''It's been forever, I mean, maybe it was just Deja Vu? You know, with feelings instead of the scenario'' Even I knew I was bullshitting myself.

''Doesn't quite work like that'' I wanted roll my eyes at her but I knew she was right.

''I've moved on, I'm not in love with him anymore'' I lied. MJ looked at me and smiled as if she bought it.

''Good because he isn't worth it, he's hurt you too much'' Not by his own choice.

''Yeah, I know. Want to be my date tonight?'' I was just about finished with my dress and makeup when we heard a small knock at the door.

''Sorry, Ned has already asked me'' She smiled sadly before opening the door to reveal Ned standing there in a suit, his mask in one hand as he smiles at MJ before turning to face me.

''Hey Y/N'' I smiled back and nodded.

''Ned'' I replied, fixing the final touches of my hair before reaching for my black and white mask from my bed.

''Peter's going stag so do you mind if he joins us?'' Ned asks MJ and she nods slowly, glancing at me. I ignore her look and glance at myself in the mirror one last time, remembering this morning before heading over towards the door.

''Of course'' she responds.

''I'll see you there?'' MJ asks, picking up her own coat and mask. I smile back as I watch her and Ned leave the room, closing the door behind them.

I take a deep breath and try not to glance at my nervous figure in the mirror before taking off myself, heading down to meet everyone to hop on the bus.

~*~*~*~*

Was it weird that I smelt the air as soon as I hoped out of the bus? For some reason the air In Europe smelt fresher, clearer. I lifted your spirits in ways you never thought possible. I loved it. The gloom I was feeling not an hour before soon drifted away as I felt a genuine smile cross my lips, the first one for the day.

I was beyond excited for tonight. I had wanted to spend the night exploring, having a few drinks and soaking in the atmosphere. I was here for that particular reason. I had no care for another dance, not after the last one.

I believed I was cursed when it came to dances. Especially once my eyes found Peter Parker off in the distance standing with Ned and MJ. I quickly looked away before any one of them caught my lingering stare.

My mask was surprisingly comfortable on my face as I walked through the huge doors, smiling to myself in awe at the polished inside of the museum came to life. I took in the art, the high ceilings that hung chandeliers, the waiters were immaculate. I stopped in my floor length gown and stopped once I heard the doors open again, my eyes deceiving me by glancing over my shoulder.

And there he was, Peter Parker being the last to walk inside. How long had I stood admiring my surroundings?

But that wasn't what made me froze. My heart leaped in my chest at the sense of Deja Vu. I didn't mean to get lost in his eyes, I didn't mean to smile as my heart melted all over again. He stayed absolutely still and smiled back, nodding his head as tears brimmed in my eyes, just as before. I turned around this time, not distracted by some other guy as he approached me.

''Hi..'' I opened my mouth to speak but words escaped me.

''Hi'' I was smiling like some love struck fool. God my cheeks were blushing so bad right now but I did not care. The way he was looking at me, the way I had dreamt and wished for so very long, had me locked.

It was cheesy of me to say that it felt like we were the only people in the room but it was true. Everything else fell away into the background. The music was the only thing I could hear, the soft lullabies of a familiar tune playing (insert song) had my chest hammering.

But as soon as the moment arrived it left. Peter frowned and in concern so did mine. It was happening all over again I knew it.

''I have to go'' He said sadly, beginning to walk past me. It was as if my heart was breaking all over again, the same look he had shared with Liz now being shared with me. My head whipped around so fast to see his retreating figure once again. I could feel the tears brimming around my eyes, one falling. My breathing being caught in my throat.

But there was no way I was letting him get away this time so I took off. I raced after him so fast that I was sure I would fall over, especially in these heels. The whole world melted away as I could feel my feet run faster and faster, feeling myself being pulled back into the past. This time, my dress was a cocktail dress, no heels and less makeup. I had exited the gymnasium and into the hallway only this time, I could just see him in the distance.

''Peter!'' I yelled out causing him to stop. His tie was loosen, that was the first thing I noticed soon followed by his scared expression. I quickly jogged up to him with tears in my eyes, seeing a younger version of Peter standing in front of me.

''I can't redo the past'' I said more to myself then him.

''Can't you see I've already been here with you, more than once, I am not doing that again'' A sob left my lips with the words. Peter just stared at me at a loss for words. I shook my head as another tear slipped onto my cheek.

''Nothing's changed, after a whole year nothing has changed'' I spoke, Peter just staying still.

''I am so tired of living in the past, I am so sick of my feelings being in the past but hurting me more in the present''

''So tell me, or show me that some part of you, anything, feels for me'' Peters eyes softly widen at my confession.

''Anything but please, don't run, not again'' I begged. It was as if something had clicked inside of him and he started towards me.

''Please, Peter I lo-'' I could soon feel warm lips on mine, placed so gently that it took my breath away. My eyes instantly shut as I felt myself being drawn back into reality. The lighting in the room changing back into the Museum, the past now being replaced with the present.

Peter's warm hands cupped my cheeks holding me still and close towards him.

I could feel him slowly pull away, his lips only a breath away from mine. My forehead resting against his, eyes still closed.

''I've never ran away from you'' He spoke so softly in a whisper. He searched my eyes looking for something. I gulped and glanced at his lips once again, feeling his hands still cupping my face, the warm tingles still pulsating through me. He lent in again slowly and let out a shaky breath.

''But I do have to go'' And just as soon as the rush came it left again. He pulled away and left, his hands leaving me cold as he raced away, rushing out the doors. I stood still and let another tear leave my eye as I just watched.

Peter was more complicated than I could ever explain. Maybe that was why I was so drawn to him. He was there one minute and gone the next, but in that minute, I felt whole.

So In spite of myself I smiled. A tingle still upon my lips as I turned around and joined everyone else.

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A/N: A very different imagine, hope you guys enjoyed! :) xoxo

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Part One: Carried Away in A Chariot

Steve Rogers X Reader WoC, Bucky X Reader WoC

Warnings: None

A/N: This will be in three parts and was inspired by Hades & Persephone Mood board. This occurs after the snap where I optimistically believing Steve survives but how he deals with the PTSD. Half of this, like always, is inspired by @geminimoonbeamx and the other has been on my mind after the Endgame trailer.

How do you kill a god?

You rob them of love and loyalty. They will be alone and unhappy, and eternity will seem like a punishment, but it is not death.

                        - Hera, Queen of the Gods

Disappointment hung over him like a cloud, followed him everywhere. Before it was just his psyche that was attacked by the darkness that loomed over him, promises of death that echoed in his subconscious when he slept; images that haunted his mind when he closed his eyes.

Now he carried it like a weight, burdened on his back as he sloppily navigated through the world. He had no desires anymore.

Life had given him the gift of death. To have to breathe it everyday, bear witness to its effect without the power to change the outcomes. He felt like a ferryman, responsible for the living souls of today with the  promised that he’d have to kiss them goodbye tomorrow. He was death on earth, walking in flesh form and he didn’t know how to console it

And yet he stayed.

No matter how much he fought, no matter whatever the evil was that he had to attack it was death that eluded him - not life. And when he had fixed all that had shifted wrong, turned dust back into bone and flesh, to rewind time and save the world from genocide he still remained.

And thus the disappointment lingered.

He was a walking god of the underworld.

“Perhaps you just need to get away?” Natasha had suggested one evening, walking down the cold narrow streets of New York that no longer held the same color. Now he only saw drab colors of black and blue that tarnished his eyesight, burdened his shoulders.

“Go where? I feel like I spent five years getting away. I’m tired of running. I’m tired.”

Natasha didn’t know the answer.

“Maybe you stop….stop being Captain America Steve. You don’t have to be the man that saves the world all the time.”

This time from Bucky who sat across from him in a coffee shop, the a cup of hot coffee cradling his vibranium and flesh arm as his eyes flickered around the cafe. Eight months after the snap and his friend was operating and functioning like nothing had ever occurred. Despite the explanations that Steve had to communicate with him and the others - how he and a few others had to watch his friend disappear in front of his own eyes - Bucky remembered nothing. Nor Sam or Tony or  T’challa or anyone. Instead, they jumped back into their roles head first, like nothing had ever been wrong.

It made Steve snap.

“Right. So I can sit her and broad more. No thank you.”

He looks out the window at the snow, blistery and wet and painting the streets with its evidence. He hated this time of year, hated when the cold weather moved from being nostalgic and romantic and just became a nuance. It was the kind of snow that was light and consistent, black residue sticking to the roads, splashing onto the concrete sidewalks and the annoyed New Yorker’s who were stuck walking to and from their destination in the wet coldness.

Bucky sighs, Steve knows he wants to tell him something but the bell in the cafe rings again, causes the super soldier to shift his eyes over to the door - to the line where you stood. Steve doesn’t have to look behind him to know that it's you - he can faintly smell your perfume of flora above the smell of milk and coffee. Can hear the soft sounds of Tchaikovsky blare from your headphones, the sound of you pulling off your mitts.

“You should just ask her out.” Steve says lowly and Bucky ducks his head, takes a sip of his coffee.

“No way Steve.”

Steve shrugs,

“Life’s too short to - “ he stops himself, chuckles. What did it matter - Bucky wasn’t going to ask you and Steve stopped caring enough to urge his friend.

“She’d never go for it.” Bucky echoes like he always does, low morose tone and all.

Steve picks up his coffee, takes a sip.

“Your loss.”

He doesn’t understand how one can love something so strongly and yet be annoyed by it. Humanity was wearing on him. Their laughter, their remorse, their desires and their laments. Sam moved out of the tower, decided to get an apartment in uptown and Steve only decided to move in after having to deal with his co-workers for a year after the snap.

They were tiresome.

Tony may have actually lost his fucking mind. Steve wouldn’t put it past the older man - isolated in space for weeks on the verge of starvation sounded like enough to make any one human break into two and Tony was always heavily affected by his emotions. Natasha stoically operated through the world like nothing had ever occurred and for some reason that annoyed him. Wanda walked around in depressive remorse - Vision was gone and gone for good. He didn’t’ know how to tell her that it was the consequence of power - to be given a gift and robbed of loved. Bucky was so love strung over you that it was the last straw for Steve - he had to get out.

Brooklyn wasn’t his Brooklyn so he claimed Astoria with Sam like his own.

It worked out nicely for the pair of them.

He still walked the 17 blocks to the coffee shop he liked to sit at, the black coffee perfectly bitter and warm - the residents not giving him any mind. The Captain America in their mind had died when he saved the world and the man that was operating was foreign to them. He was okay with that. It gave him silence, the refuge he needed.

He does this consecutively for weeks, winter changing into spring,  spring into autumn and autumn into winter. Goes through the motions, alone, a cup of coffee and pencil and pad in his possession that he never touches.

That’s before the shift.

It’s in April and it's cold outside though spring has already tried to combat the winter cold. Buds growing on trees, wind blowing dead grass away to make room for new.  He sits, like he always does in the cafe, alone. His phone lights up, a few texts from Bucky and Sam - a voicemail from Natasha but it doesn’t matter. He wants to draw again, wants the breath of inspiration that allows him to see things - people and humans beyond an ash colored lens but he’s frozen.

He looks over at the ivory paper of his sketch notebook, blank minus the charcoal pencil that laid on top of it and sighs, his hands itching to pick up the drawing device but knowing it was to no avail.

The bell of the cafe door rings, his ears pick up on it and he’s rewarded with your perfume again. Jasmine, it's intoxicating and sweet but he doesn’t turn his head, doesn’t look your way. In fact, he had no idea what you looked like. Identified you only by the sweet smell of your perfume - he hadn’t cared enough to look behind him the first time that Bucky had identified you and all the times after.

You were just background noise.

Except today your smell nears him, dangerously close, until he feels the warmth of your body emanating off of you and you hesitate before you clear your throat,

“Excuse me I don’t mean to interrupt but…..would you mind sharing the table?”

He looks up at you and is greeted with the sun.

Your smile is soft, friendly and your eyes are wide and dangerous, the dark pink tinge of your lipstick a contrast to the hue of your skin, brightens it. Your hair pulled up into a bun, hands holding a book and cup of tea safely.

“Or not. Its justs…...really crowded in here and I’d much rather share a table with you than the old man who is licking his lips at me.”

He stares at you, unable to find words but nods, shifts his notebook to make room for you.

“Thank you,” you move into the seat fluidly, delicately before you place your bag near your leg. A long sliver of pink silk slips out, a sliver of a ballet shoe that you tuck back into the bag before you open your book. “Promise I won’t bother you. Just here to read for a bit.”

And you don’t. He spends the hour watching you, probably borderline ass creepy as Bucky stares out at you and you’re none the wiser, head bent over your book as you sip your tea until it's gone. Then you gather your things, thank him for sharing the table and your gone.

Despite your absence, your smell lingers and he feels something stir in him. It's not until hours later, when he’s standing on his balcony in the safety of darkness that he realizes that its longing.

And that he wants to see you again.

You don’t show up to the cafe for three days and its three days enough that tells him to let you go. That no good come from his new interest. He was a broken man and you were life. Better not to drag you down in flames.

‘Besides, Bucky was in love with you’ he tells himself but he knows that he doesn’t care about that, not really. He had started drawing again. Vivid drawings of the events of the past, dark and treacherous and life like.

“Those are kinda freaky aren’t they Steve?” Sam had noted, looking over the large super soldiers frame one evening and drinking the vivid imagery of the death of  Thanos, noting the rest of the Avengers.

“It's what happened isn’t it?” Steve says lowly and Sam nods, walking away. The drawings were disturbing but at least his friend was drawing again. Sam was worried about Steve. He was different. Curt, abrasive, annoyed. Motivated by missions but not truly invested in the outcomes. He knew he was depressed - understood why. Sam understood that he had died - then come back none the wiser - and could understand that to experience the loss of friends where they couldn’t even remember may play a number on the psyche.

For Steve it was evolving into darkness.  

Steve is aware Sam is worried but doesn’t comment on it. Reads all the PTSD books Sam leaves around, occasionally chats with him but pretends that everything is fine. Knows it doesn’t convince Sam but honestly doesn’t care enough to put on the facade that he should. Instead, he escapes the cages of the indoors and greets spring.  The weather is bright, sunlight emerging and rain showers slowly becoming less frequent. He’s always had an infinity for Central Park but after the defeat of Thanos couldn’t stand the large, expansive area. Reminded him too much of how delicate the life balance was. Now, he liked to sit on benches for hours and watch birds emerge from their wooden sanctuaries and bunnies frolic in the budding grass - moms with babies in carriages and kids who giggle pleasantly as they run in child wonder.

When he’s done he goes to the cafe, orders his coffee, starts sketching. Shadows barely captured by light, fine details of the nightmares that haunt his mind.

“You’re drawing again,”

Your voice is sweet, your tone smooth as you ease through each syllable that slowly falls from your lips. He looks up at you, drinks in the book in hand and tea with a smile dancing on your face.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

He should say no, should leave and give you the table for yourself. But he finds himself smiling, the first time in what feels like years and it feels unfamiliar as he waves his inky hands across the table.

“Please.”

You both sit in silence,  you reading ‘A Cautionary Tale for Young Vampires’ and him drawing, sipping on your beverages pleased to be in a moment where you can step away from your day to day nuances and focus on the small pleasures.

You both order three cups each, share a large coffee cake and are asked nicely by the owner to leave before you escape back into the reality of your worlds.

“It was nice seeing you again,” you say as you walk out in the fresh night air, grabbing your phone - your headphones. “Your drawings are nice. I’m glad you’ve found your….inner-voice again. So to speak”

He nods, smiles at you once more as he drinks in your frame in the waning light. The way the orange, rose and blue blend together, highlighting your silhouette, hair pulled back as your dark eyes glisten in the light. He should pull away, take this gift for what it is and be grateful for it.

But he’s hungry for you, likes the small flame you’ve ignited in his dark heart and he finds his voice to say as you turn to walk away,

“Wait!”

It takes you both off guard and you stop, raise a brow as you look at him.

“How do you feel about zoos?”

You are the light he doesn’t realize he needs. Draws your image for five days until he sees you next.

“Who’s the girl?”  Sam asks one night, Natasha and Wanda peeping into Steve’s studio as he move onto another canvas - onto you. Sam’s happy that Steve’s moved on from the dark images of his nightmares, unable to face them in the safety of the light and Wanda and Natasha want to know who’s inspired this new mood.

“You like her,” Wanda says curiously, her psychic brain reading his betrayed thoughts and it's the first time he’s heard her be so positive. That is, until his brain betrays him and she reads the dark secret of you, tsks disappointedly. “I won’t tell him but you should care. He is your friend.”

“Tell who what?” Natasha asks, following the European redhead who walks away from him, her disappointment obvious.

She never shares.

Instead allows him to meet up with you at Central Park, to watch happy emotions play over your face. You find positivity in everything. From the zoo animals to the families who walk by, to the rain that falls on the both of you as he grabs your hand and pulls you to shelter to the nearest tree he can find as you both leave the zoo.

“This isn't safe.” you say, the dress you were wearing sticking to you. A little pink number that reminds him of a time where he was younger and weaker, the red floral design highlighting your frame. He doesn’t care that he boldly drinks in your nipples that were puckering from the cold or that he could see your panties paint your ass. .

He wants to remember how it feels to touch another human again.

“What isn’t?” he says instead.

“Hiding under a tree. We could get electrocuted. You should know this Captain America.” you laugh, exaggerating his title and though it annoys him he can’t help but give an off handed smile.

There’s a flash of lightning, followed by a dark grumble of thunder that shakes the earth and causes you to jump naturally into his arms, gripping his thick biceps as you turn and look around. He takes the moment to drink in your vulnerable features, the softness of your cheek, the length of your eyelashes as they kiss your cheek. Your arms are strong, reminds him of your dancing physique and the strength that your body carries. When the thunder  passes, rain falling heaver you turn your face up to him. Your lips are plump from you biting them in fear and raindrops fall in disarray down your face greedily and he sighs.

Angels weeped of the inception of your beauty.

“I rebuke death it would seem so if you need safety, you’ll most likely find it in my arms.”

Its meant to be a joke but he knows he fails at the delivery - humor had never been one of his stronger characteristics. You watch him curiously, tilt your head curiously before you whisper,

“Death evades us for as long as we need to learn a lesson from living.”

He’s intrigued by your thoughts but distracted by the way your face has contorted, sadness etched in your faces beauty and he wants to bend down and kiss you while he whispers against your lips that it will be okay. Instead, you break away and look off into the distance,

“I know a bit about that. When the snap happened….I lost everyone and yet I remained. And when they returned -  it was as nothing changed. My mother knew nothing that had happened to me in eight months I had learned to mourn and accept her death. She cradles me still like a child despite the fact I’ve been on my own for ten years and she still doesn’t hear the secret I whisper out into the night. That I’ve blossomed into a woman long before she left and will continue to thrive long after she’s gone.”

Your hands are warm over his arms, even through the layer of his jacket and you blink back up at him and smile,

“You didn’t need to know that. Let’s make a run for it and grab a coffee. Its three and I haven’t had my fourth cup.”

You’re gone from his embrace long before he can mourn it. He stands in wonder  as he watches the way you spritely run through the rain, turning back and smiling at him, your dress dancing along your legs.

Like morning glories that raise their petals to the rays of sunlight he’s found himself drawn to you, needing your spirit to pull out his beauty.

He’s a different man. Still dark and brooding and withdrawn, but there’s something different about him. Bucky can't put his hand on it, watches his best friend operate with the same motions but there’s just something off. He was different. Gone most of the time and even when he was around he wasn’t there. Head buried in a new book or in his sketch pad or speaking lowly on the phone. Bucky’s found leftover ticket stubs to three ballets, had no idea that the romantic in Steve still lived and took him to such shows.  

“I think he’s dating someone.” Natasha finally admits out loud as her, Sam and Bucky lay out on the living room floor one evening, high and watching constellations dance above them from the safety of the tower.

“Steve doesn’t date.” Bucky mumbles, eyes half closed and Sam pauses, hesitates,

“I’d normally agree with you Bucky but…...I don’t know. I caught him ordering flowers and he’s always gone and he’s always drawing her, the mystery woman. I swear I found a stub to the ballet but Steve denies it.”

“Holy shit,” Natasha sits up and looks at them. “So have I!”

“Me too.” Bucky agrees, intertwining his fingers together as he closes his eyes.

It’s Sam who nods and shakes his head,

“Not to mention, he comes home smelling like jasmines. Has to be a girl a woman that’s marked her scent on him.”

Bucky pauses, can’t move. His brain racks back to you -the first time that he saw you. Your scent that had caught his attention in the cafe he and Steve had learned to love. It was an autumn day and you were wearing a flowy skirt, a knit sweater covering your tank top. Ballet shoes slipping out of your bag, listening to Chopin and reading the menu of the coffee shop as the sun hit your face perfectly. You smiled at the elderly couple that asked if they could go before you, not hesitating at all as you offered your spot. You had briefly looked at him, smiled, before returning your eyes back to the menu.

“It’s Jasmine,” Steve had said underneath his breath, blue eyes temporarily meeting Bucky’s before returning out of the window, into the busy streets of New York. Voicing the question that was already on Bucky’s mind.

“She smells like Jasmine.”

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[huangfilms]

Pet Shop Worker!Kun

summary: i volunteer at different places a lot so i don’t stay in one place for more than a week or so but i started volunteering here and wow you’re kind of cute so i think i’ll stay here for a while

requested by: my sweet baby munchkin @kunuwu thanks for waiting oh-so-patiently for this!! i love you sweetie!

(A/N) here ya go,,, it’s been such a long wait for this i am so sorry sweetheart but! i have finally written it! it took a lot of perseverance for me cause i have no motivation for literally ANYTHING and i didn’t know how to approach this but!!! i hope you liked it I Love You and your random messages about nct in the early morning <3 (also im sorry that hs tutor mark isnt out yet i’ll probably do all these headcannons first HAHA)

let’s say you’re a college student

and you love to volunteer places in your free time cause you live like this

everyone knows that you volunteer places but never stay volunteering at one place for too long

cause you like to explore and see what you like

and this week you decide to volunteer at a pet store near your dorm cause!! you love animals

so when you first go in youre in awe because wow! these animals are super cute fat uwu

you walk up to a worker to ask where you can sign up for volunteer hours

and this worker looked a little surprised cause no one really volunteers

also

this worker was kind of cute....... just saying

anyone with eyes would agree

but anywho

so he goes into this office thingy and gives you this paper which you could fill out and start volunteering the next day

and you take a look at his name tag and it says ‘kun’

when you’re done filling the paper you’re all like, ‘thanks kun! the name’s y/n! i’ll see you tomorrow!’ :)

he gives you a smile and you melt and then blush 

you hope he didn’t see you blushing cause it was pretty intense

but he did

he found it endearing cause you’re cute too

so anyway it’s the next day

and you come into the shop at around 1 pm so you aren’t really early but you aren’t late either

when you go in you’re greeted by kun who probably saw you walking to the door

he hands you an apron and told you that you could feed the animals, the food is in the back 

while you’re feeding the fish, you sneak a few glances at kun

boy was attractive how could you nOT

and sometimes he would already be looking at you with a shy smile

but then he would turn red because you caught him

and throughout the whole day you guys are just like,,,, smiling at each other and just looking at each other

blease talk to each other or something

it becomes like 5 pm and you wanted to go eat but you still wanted to go there after cause it would be open until like,,, 9

you go and tell kun that you’re just gonna go to the fast food restaurant down the street and ask if he wants anything

you also add in if it’s okay that you go back after eating

and he says that he has dinner packed in the staff room, and that yeah of Course It Is Okay

so you eat or whatever and its like 7 when you walk back

and when you come back in, you see kun talking with someone

you don’t want to disturb them so you check on all the pets quietly

you can faintly hear them talking, and you hear your name so you look up very subtly

‘how’s your new volunteer? do you like them????’

you can hear a slap and you try your best not to giggle so loudly

‘they’re really cute but i just met them yesterday so i don’t really know how they’re like’

‘‘do you plan on getting to know them??? you’re blushing’

and then his friend laughs and you hear another slap

‘in all seriousness though, i think you should, it wouldn’t hurt to try!’ and then when you walk near the birds you can see his friend waving bye and exiting

you clear your throat while looking at all the accessories to make it look like you just weren’t listening to them

‘oh, y/n! you’re back whendidyougetback’

and you look over to see him red in the ears

‘i came back around thirty minutes ago? i didn’t want to bother you since you were talking with someone.’ and then you smile at him

and he just flushes even more ‘did you hear what we were talking about?’

‘you just shyly nod at him, and then he groans a little but before you could filter your mouth you say

‘i think you’re cute too’

and now you’re the one who’s blushing

then you two begin to talk to each other and then it becomes 9 pm and suddenly he’s walking you home

walk you home by nct dream? i agree

you find out that he goes to the same college as you but you guys major in two completely different departments so that’s why you’ve never seen him

but you find out that you guys have mutual friends

inch resting that you guys haven’t met until now LMAO

so anyway he just goes in a quiet voice, ‘i’ll see you tomorrow?’

and you grin and say ‘of course! see you!’

and when you turn around you’re grinning so hard your face starts to hurt

fast forward a weeks

you and kun become really close in that small time frame

and one day you get a text from your close friend doyoung, ‘what place are you going to volunteer at now??’

you reply, ‘actually i think i’m going to volunteer at the pet store a bit longer than usual’

he only sends you the eyes emoji cause over the week he visited you like twice but he see you throwing heart eyes at that dude kun you work with

he doesn’t know much about him cause you refuse to say anything

you reply to doyoung saying that you two are just friends 

anyway you’ve been going there everyday at the same time and kun always walks you home

you two are always joking around but he still gets a little shy

i mean it’s understandable you get a little shy sometimes

like when you guys are walking to your home sometimes your hands would brush and you get really shy

but anywho!

fast forward to like a month later

and you don’t have the heart to volunteer any place else cause you like spending time with the animals

and with kun

he’s gotten bolder

he hugs you when you guys say bye at your door

he asks you out to lunch when you don’t volunteer and he’s off of work for the day

he’s just been a little flirty too

during the month you meet some of his friends briefly when they go into the store

and they’re all loud but its all g cause they’re cool people

he meets some of your friends too

like your younger ones who have Very Big Mouths

‘yeah they Never stop talking about how cu-’

‘OKAY chenle you can like,,, go now!! by e sweetie !!!!!!!’

what kun doesn’t know is that you texted chenle saying that you’d buy him ice cream if he never says anything else while hes in there ever again LMAO

and chenle quickly shut his mouth

but anywho

since the pet store was closing a little earlier than usual, you ask kun if he wanted to go somewhere instead of straight home

you two go to the park near by and just talk and play around on the swings and chase each other around when one says something jokingly

when you guys become tired, you sit on a bench under a light and just take a breather

‘so i’ve heard that you don’t really stay in a place to volunteer for more than a week’

you freeze cause WOOPS

‘what made you stay?’ and then he laughs a little but you can see that he’s blushing as well

‘a certain worker was friendly and interesting so i guess you could say i stayed to get to know him better’

you’re looking at the floor when you say this though

and theres so much red on your face its pretty comical

then kun laughs a bit and you look up at him cause he’s so-

cute

and his laugh is literally your favorite sound sigh

it’s like the gates of heaven open up-

just kidding the gates of heaven open up when he smiles

but anywho !

you two call it a night and you guys walk to your house

while walking, you felt kun grab your hand and intertwine your fingers

abby: screaming

your mind: chaos

HE’S HOLDING YOUR HAND ! 

so you squeeze his hand and then smile up at him

when you arrive at your door, you lean up to kiss his cheek!!!! and then he

he gets flustered !!!!!!! what a cutie :’)

‘i’ll see you tomorrow kun!’ and then he’s just frozen at your doorstep with a big grin and he just waves

cause his mind is in overdrive hes sure he won’t say anything coherent if he opens his mouth

when you shut the door, he leaves with the BIGGEST grin on his face that his cheeks are sore when he gets home

okay so the next day! 

when you arrive at your usual time, it’s quiet in the shop

and that’s unusual cause kun has at least a few of his Loud Friends over so you kinda miss the noise

it just feels,,,,, empty

there are some other workers and they’re looking at you With This Look and its a little weird

cause why??? are you??? looking at me??? like that???

and when you see kun his back is to you

and then you go to tap his shoulder and ur about to say

‘yo what’s going on’

but then he turns around with a cute lil puppy and the puppy is wearing something

he grins and just hands the puppy to you

‘go out with me’

‘kun how am i supposed to go out with a dog isn’t that be-’

he kisses you

on the Mouth

WOOOOO

YOU ARE GOING! CRAZY! 

you really don’t know what the Freak Is Going On but hey you kiss him back!!!

it’s a weird angle since you still have the dog in your hands LMAO

he pulls back and he gives you a Cute Lil Smile HNNGNGSKJDFSF

anyway fast forward like a week or something

you tell kun that hey!!! i think it’s time i start volunteering somewhere else!!!

and he has a pout on his lips and hes all like ‘whatever makes you happy bub!’

‘you make me happy’

and he blushes HEHEHHEHE

but when you start volunteering some place else kun visits you all the time

and he gives you sneaky kisses and hugs you Every Where You Go

when both of you guys aren’t working/volunteering, you guys go on cute dates

one time you guys went to a dog cafe and?? the most?? precious??? ever??????

but anyway this is getting Really Long so! 

to end: kun would be just as soft with you as he is with the animals

he will always walk you home if you’re out late

Everything Is So Good and soft and 

one day you guys adopt a pet together! so that means you guys moved in somewhere in that time frame LMAO

but anyway !!! kun with animals is such a soft concept ugh my Heart Is Fragile Don’t Touch Me

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[ohholyfanfics]

Not Just On Christmas|S.Holland One-shot

Countdown to Christmas:Day 28 Requested:No/Yes Song(s):Not Just on Christmas by Ariana Grande Warning(s):Swearing Summary:Where Sam wants to be able to show reader he loves her 365 days a year instead of just this Christmas.

His eyes were glazed over as he was once again lost in another daydream, a daydream that consist of sweet kisses and soft lingering touches. A daydream were all his dreams came true, a dream where what she felt for matched equally to what he felt for her. His desires were filled to their fullest potential in these daydreams and its something he never wanted to be taken away from. Just the thought of her lips on his was enough to make the heat rise in his body, his cheeks turning the loveliest shade of pink anyone has ever seen. He was head over heels in love with her and it pained him that she didn’t return even the slightest bit of feelings.

Sam had known Y/N for a little over two years now, having met when her dad transferred jobs sending them to Kingston. Sam was quick to develop feelings for the new girl but never put it past him to develop something more in-depth. It wasn’t long till he found himself lost in daydreams of hand holding fantasies and sweet I love you’s. But as always daydreams come to an end and to say he was flusters was a misunderstanding.

“Hey Sam.” Looking up he was greeted by her dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling as the sun seemed to cast a glow around her. Her hair shinny and sleek as she neared him with warmth and happiness radiating off of her. He couldn’t help the smile that painted its self onto his lips.

“Hey darlin’”

She smiled widely at the nickname, placing a hand on his shoulder she stood on her toes pressing a kiss to his cheeks. He cleared his throat looking to the side in hopes of hiding his blushing cheeks. Y/N bit back a giggle as she took the seat across from him, they had both agreed to meet up in a local cafe not far from her home. She had called him earlier begging him for help. Y/N had insisted it was a do or die situation.

“Thanks for meeting me here..” She mumbled as he nodded his head and leaned back. The small cafe was unusually business today and it might have to do with the amount of shopping everyone was doing lately. Christmas was just around the corner and everyone seemed to be on their ends as they danced around the square in search of the perfect presents.

“No problem what do you need” He asked as he moved his hands and thanked the waiter for their drinks. She looked up at him with a soft smile before walking away, Y/N couldn’t help the slight frown. She sure wont admit it but she might be hoarding a small crush on the Holland twin. “You said it was a do or die situation.”

She smiled softly as her cheeks tinted pink at the sudden question she was about to ask. Sure, she had thought it all through before, it wasn’t like she didn’t want to ask him. Cause she did, it just was awkward, plus she had already asked Harry and he had insisted she asked Sam. Harry was being the good brother he is and even told her Sam would do it gladly, he might’ve even thrown a little hint in there that Sam liked her.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend..” She breathed out as he chocked on his drink. Her eyes widened as she looked around the room. She knew this was a bad idea, why couldn’t Harry just agree and save her the embarrassment of this very moment.

“Um..”

Speechless, Sam had no words to even explain what was running through his head. He looked at her with slightly widen eyes and flushed cheeks as he took deep breathes. He knew she wanted a favor from him but this was beyond imaginable.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do it..” She rushed out as she looked at him quickly before looking back down. Her nerves getting the best of her as she quickly searched her brain for an out. The last thing she wanted was to make things awkward between them but after this she doesn’t think things can get ay worse. Certainly they can only get worse from here.

“Sure.”

She looked back at him with widen eyes and a thankful expression on her features. Sam bite his lower lips as a sigh escaped hers. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him into agreeing, maybe it was the fact that he would be able to live out his daydreams for even a minute or the fact that he’d be able to hold her hand tightly. Whatever it was he couldn’t help but smile warmly at her as she gave him a soft one in return.

“Thank you so much Sam you have no idea how much this means to me…” Y/N praised as he waved her off with a shrug of his shoulders. Truth was Sam was trying to get his head wrapped around the idea of being her boyfriend even if it was just for show. Just the title alone was making him flush.

“If you don’t mind me asking what’s this whole thing for?” He asked as she groaned ad threw her head back. He let out a soft chuckle at her dramatics, if he didn’t know better he would suggest a career in the arts department. But he knew how much she hated theater, she always has and always will.

“I got invited to a Christmas party that one of old friends is hosting..” She breathed out as she traced the rim of the brightly colored cup with her nail. “My um ex is gonna be there..” She breathed out as Sam nodded his head understanding. He never met the lad but heard stories about him, and from what he heard he didn’t like.

“You wanna show him your in a better place now..” Sam spoke the words she hadn’t. She looked up at him with a soft smile nodding her head. She had been through a lot and Sam knew that, this wasn’t an act of some sort but more of a ‘Hey, I’m doing so much better without you.’ thing. “So when’s the party?”

The day of the party Sam was a mess, two days had gone by where he had already been on boyfriend mode, Y/N had stated they needed to leave a couple days earlier seeing as they would be staying with her cousin and her husband for the weekend. Sam sighed running a hand through his hair overly stressed, the first two days had wonderfully no one would’ve ever guessed they weren’t actually together. Y/N’s cousin had praised her over and over again for the wonderful boyfriend she had found.

Sam had been doing an amazing job and she couldn’t be thankful for her friend, but there was a tiny part of her that wished she would’ve told her cousin the truth. It kinda just slipped from her lips the moment they landed and now they were in a big wed of lines, or as Buddy once said:’You sit on a throne of lies’. She just hopped she hadn’t pushed Sam to far, and they still haven’t had a minute to themselves to talk.

“Y/N you ready?” He asked as he knocked on the door before softly pushing it open. His breathe caught in his throat as he took sight of her. He knew the dress code was formal but seeing her in the dress did a number on him. His eyes were wide as they trailed from her feet up to her face. The skin tight white dress did a number on her curves, she looked breathtaking. His fingers twitched slightly as he neared her, his hand reached out placing themselves on her waist. “You look stunning..” He breathed out as her cheeks flushed.

Looking down, her eyes traveled to where his hand was resting on her hips. Her breathing was heavy as she looked up into his eyes, they were glassed over with admiration a feeling she wasn’t used to. She felt overwhelmed under his gaze and pulled away slightly as turned back to the mirror before her.

“Thank you..”

“My pleasure..”

He stayed in the background as he waited for her to finish. His black dress pants were paired with a white button down and black tie. His hair styled in its usual way but he looked breathtaking and she was memorized. These past two days had her feelings going haywire from the small lingering touches to the soft kisses on her skin. She craved more from him but knew it wasn’t an option Sam, wasn’t her’s. He might be for the time being but the moment they get back to Kington it’ll be like this weekend never happened.

In less than an hour the pair were walking through the home of Y/N’s childhood best friend. Sam held her tightly as they made their way through the crowd of bodies swarming the home. Sam smiled politely at those who acknowledged them but the one thing on his mind was the feeling of having her body so close to his. Her sweet scent was driving him wild and all he wanted to do was find a corner and kiss that red lipstick off her lips.

Every time someone approached them he was introduced as her boyfriend and his heart did a little flip. Each day that pasted since they arrived the title seemed to have more effect on the pair then expected. A day didn’t go by where Sam wasn’t holding her hand, or just her in general he loved it. Sam wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to stop now that he had gotten a taste of what it would feel like and it was certainly better than any daydream he had ever had.

“Oh my gosh!”

Sam shook his head as he looked down at Y/N to see she had disconnected herself from him and was no wrapped up in a taller girls arms. He watched with a soft smile as the two pulled apart and started a conversation, it was in that moment when he realized who she was. Sophia Smith, Y/N’s best friend. Sam had heard many stories about her and seeing her in person made sense.

“Sophie this is Sam..” Y/N mumbled with flushed cheeks as she reached her hand out for him. With a smile Sam intertwined their fingers and stepped closer to the girls, his hand softly let go of hers and wrapped his warms around her waist pulling her into his side. She blushed softly hiding her face in his chest as he chuckled.

“Pleasure to meet you Sophia.”

Sophia flushed and breathed out a breath as she took sight of him. He was handsome for her and she could see why her best friend was wrapped up in the British lad. She was more than aware of the little act going on but played light anyways. “Lovely to meet you Sam, happy my bestie found a good guy like you..” She giggled sending Y/N a wink making her body tense. Sam looked down at her with a soft smile, leaning down he pressed his lips to the shell of her eye. “Hey calm down alright..” He mumbled as nodded her head, satisfied he pressed a soft kiss to the side of ear before pulling away and looking into her eyes. Smiling she leaned up pressing a kiss onto his jaw before turning to look at Sophia who wore a smug smirk.

“You know for two people who are just acting, you both seem to be a little too good at this..” She stated with crossed arms. The pair tensed as Sam used his free hand to loosen his tie.

“Well my brother is an actor…” He reasoned as Sophia nodded her head clicking her tongue and nodding her head.

“Right.. spider-man…” She narrowed her eyes as she looked around before looking back at the pair who were back into starring at each other with longing eyes, she had no doubt the pair wouldn’t leave her home without as much as a kiss being shared between them.

It was an hour into the party and the room was in full swing. The pair had yet to encounter her ex, but had made their way around. Sam was delighted to meet those whom she had grown close and they were lovely people. None of them took fail to notice the chemistry between the pair and Sam was finding it harder and harder to control himself from placing his lips on hers.

“Thank you so much for coming with me Sam..” She breathed as they stood a ways away from the bar. Sam’s back rested peaceful against the wall as his hands rested on her hips. He smiled down at her resting his forehead on her’s.

“It was my pleasure..” He breathed as he looked into her eyes, his mind getting foggy as her sweet aroma drove him slightly off the wall. All control he had was slowly slipping away and as his lips neared hers. Looking into her eyes he watched as her’s closed slowly as his lips softly brushed over hers.

He took an intake of breathe as her arms around his neck pressing his lips to hers. The moment their lips meet it was the sensation of a beautiful new beginning, the long anticipated kiss. Her lips felt hot and soft against his, as they moved in sync, his heat did flips as she ran her hands through his hair tugging lightly on the roots earning a moan of satisfaction from him. Pulling away he smiled softly as he looked into her eyes.

He watched as her eyes danced with happiness, the smile that shown in them knew that she liked him just as much as he liked her. The nervousness he once felt was now replaced love, the feeling was overwhelming as she rested her head on his shoulder placing feather light kisses on his neck.

“You have no idea how hard it was to not kiss you back at your cousin’s house..” He breathed as she giggled softly and looked back up at him with a soft smile on her red lips. The same red lips he had just kissed.

“How about we make up for the lost time?” Smirking he pulled her in for a kisses as she smiled and held onto him tighter wishing that this feeling would never end.

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

I Miss You | Jack Avery

Requested? Kinda? 

Pt. 1 is here 

Warnings? None.

Summary: After hearing some wise words from Jonah and Zach you finally make a decision.

Word Count: 1,897

It’s been a month since you had last seen Jack or any of the Why Don’t We boys. You had cut off contact completely while trying to heal your broken heart. You lost your first love over a mistake. “You know, you can’t sulk in your apartment forever.” Your best friend from back home had told you one day when you were on FaceTime with her. “Hey I’m not sulking in my apartment.” You defend. “Yeah you’re also sulking at school.” You roll your eyes at her but deep down you knew she was right. You’d been sulking for a whole month but who could blame you? You were destroyed. “You’re gonna have to face them eventually. You can’t run forever.” “I know.” You sigh sadly. “I know.” After you hang up with your best friend you get ready to head to class. It was pretty early in the morning so you decided to head towards a small cafe near your apartment to buy some coffee. As you wait in line you look around the small shop at all the people. You stop in your tracks when you spot a familiar pair of green eyes and messy brown hair. He flashes you a small smile and you walk over to him. “Hey Jonah.” You say sitting down in front of him. “Hey. It’s been awhile.” “Yeah.” “You breathe out. “I’m really sorry. I just couldn’t be around you guys without being reminded of what happened.” You explain. “It’s okay. I understand why you left.” It’s quiet for a moment and your mind is screaming with questions about Daniel and Jack. Are they okay? Did you ruin their friendship? Did it hurt the band? “How are they?” You ask breaking the silence. “They’re okay.” He responds but you could tell he was lying. “Jonah.” You say urging him to tell you the truth. “Daniel was upset for awhile. He went home for a week and when he came back he was a lot better. He loved you but I think he always knew you loved Jack.” “I don’t-“ You start but Jonah quickly interrupts you. “You may have loved Daniel but you’ve always been in love with Jack.” “How is he?” You say trying to change the subject. “Do you want me to sugar coat it or be honest?” “Honest.” You respond immediately. “He’s destroyed. He lost his best friend and his first love all at the same time. He wouldn’t leave his room for the first week and after that if he did he wasn’t himself. He misses you like crazy and it’s breaking his heart every minute you don’t talk to him.” Jonah admits to you. You sit there speechless. You couldn’t believe that Jack was hurting just as much as you were. In that moment you realized every time you ever told Jack about a boy you liked or were dating he never approved. He always had something against them. You knew why now. “(Y/N)?” Jonah asks snapping you out of your trance. “Hm?” You ask him. “Did you just have one of those things where you realize you’re in love with him and you made a mistake?” “I think so.” You whisper. “So, what are you just gonna go and proclaim your love to him?” Jonah asks incredulously. “I don’t know. What if I can’t forgive him?” “You love him (Y/N/N). You’ll forgive him eventually.” Jonah tells you while reaching over to squeeze your hand reassuringly. You and Jonah catch up for a bit more and you find out the boys released a new EP that went number one. You couldn’t be more proud of them and all they had accomplished in one year. You were so happy to be able to experience it all. “It was really nice seeing you Jonah.” You say when you realize you have to leave and go to class. “Please keep in touch. Don’t forget to talk to Jack.” He advises. As you walk out of the coffee shop you could only think about what Jonah had said. It hurt to find out that Daniel had gotten over you kinda quickly. You understood though. Daniel always deserved much better than you. He deserved the absolute world and you couldn’t give it to him because your heart was split. Jonah was right. You loved Daniel but you were in love with Jack. As you walked to class you remember Jonah telling you about the boys new EP. You pull out your phone and download the music onto it. You grab your headphones from your backpack and plug them in and play the first song. You listened to the entire EP and danced along as you walked to class. When you reached their song Words I Didn’t Say you stopped dead in your tracks. The words rang true of your situation. As Jack starts to sing his solo your hand flies to your mouth. Tears stream down as the chorus plays in your ears and you can’t help but think he wrote this for you. He wrote this about you. You stopped in the middle of the street crying your eyes out as you listened to the song. You paused the song and tried to compose yourself. Once you could breathe normally you made your way back towards your apartment. You knew that even if you did go to class you’d never be able to focus. When you got back to your apartment you collapsed onto your couch in your living room immediately. You tried to think over everything. Had Jack really written this song about you? Instead of driving yourself insane with questions you decide to get some answers. You take your phone out of your pocket once more and pull up your contacts. You click on Zach’s name and call him. You and Zach became pretty close when you were dating Daniel. He was like a little brother to you and you told each other everything. When he picks up you could hear the surprise in his voice. “(Y/N)?” He asks almost if he didn’t believe it was you. “Zach? Can you come over to my apartment?” “Uh yeah, are you okay?” He asks as worry overtakes the surprise in his voice. “Yeah I’m fine I just really need to talk to you.” You explain. “I’ll be over in 10.” He says and then hangs up. Zach shows up exactly ten minutes later and when you get up to open the door you can see the worry on his face. You immediately take a step forward and wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He wraps his arms around you tightly and you sigh quietly. While you’re still in his arms he walks you over to the couch and you both sit down. You pull away from him to see the worried expression on his face has only increased. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” “I need you to tell me the truth okay?” You start. “Of course.” He answers instantly. “How is Jack doing?” He hesitates for a moment before speaking, almost as if he didn’t want to tell me the truth. “Horrible.” He admits. “He barely leaves his room anymore. He has no motivation for touring or interviews. He’s destroyed (Y/N/N).” Zach tells you. “Did he write Words I Didn’t Say about me?” You ask slowly. “Yes.” He answers quietly. You lean back into the couch and close your eyes. You take a deep breathe before opening your eyes to look at Zach again. “What do I do?” You whisper. “Talk to him (Y/N/N). You both clearly need each other.” You sigh and rest your head on Zach’s shoulder. He rests his head on top of yours and takes your hand in his squeezing your hand reassuringly. “I’ve really missed you (Y/N).” Zach says quietly. “I’ve missed you too.” You and Zach spent the rest of the day together catching up. He told you everything that has happened since you last saw him and you did the same. He stayed until 1 AM before heading home but not until he reminded you to talk to Jack. You stayed up much later, unable to sleep due to your racing thoughts. You played what Jonah and Zach said over and over again in your head. Jack loved you and you loved Jack. So why were you sitting here and letting both of you suffer? Before you could think about it anymore you got up out of bed and grabbed your phone and car keys. You slipped on a pair of shoes and ran downstairs to your car. You drove as fast as you could over to the Why Don’t We house unable to wait any longer. When you arrive you go to get out of your car but soon realize how late it is. You grab your phone and quickly text Jack to come outside. Jack rolled over in bed at the familiar sound of his ringtone and grabbed his phone. He knew he wasn’t gonna have any luck sleeping tonight so he might as well answer his phone. He almost didn’t believe his eyes when he saw your name pop up on his screen telling him to come outside. He quickly made his way downstairs and out the door trying not to wake any of the boys. When he opened the front door, sure enough there you were. You looked the exact same but somehow even more beautiful than the last time he saw you. Your head snapped up at the sound of someone walking out of the house. You almost gasped out loud when seeing Jack but kept it in. You both were sure you looked like absolute messes but to each other you were still breathtaking. Time slows down as Jack takes slow steps towards you, still unsure if this was a dream or not. When he finally reached you he held up a shaky hand and carefully placed it on your cheek. You immediately leaned into his touch causing a smile to grace his perfect lips. He takes another step closer to you causing your heartbeat to quicken. You couldn’t take the tension any longer. You lunged forward wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as his found your waist. You hugged him with all of your might and when you broke away your faces were only an inch apart. You hesitate slightly as you feel his breathe fan across your face. As if Jack couldn’t take it anymore he places his lips on yours in a slow kiss that soon sped up. His lips molded with your and there was honestly no better feeling in the world. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you pulled the boy you loved so much closer to you. Your hands slipped from his neck to the sweatshirt he was wearing and you gripped the fabric in your hands. When you two finally broke away for air your eyes were still shut and your lips were slightly parted. If you weren’t breathless before you sure were now. Your eyes slowly fluttered open to meet Jacks and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t missed you.” Jack whispers against your lips. “I love you so much.”

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I don’t totally know how to feel about this one? Anyways, send requests please!!!

[not-so-lonely-star]

Could I please put a request in for Holsom and celebrity :)

Wordcount: ~1500Rating: GSummary: Ransom has a teeny tiny crush on Adam Birkholz. To be fair though, who doesn’t have a crush on a movie star? Besides, the chances he has of ever meeting the man are slim at best - at least they are until it’s announced they’re filming his next movie in the town next door to Ransom’s…  A/N: Thanks so much for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it :)

When Justin found out they’d be filming the new Adam Birkholz movie in a town twenty minutes from where he lived, he’d calculated the statistical probability he had of meeting the man. It was unlikely. When he found out there was an open casting call for local extras his chances expanded exponentially.

Which was how he ended up in a coffee shop turned set, less than five minutes away from meeting his celebrity crush. They’d told him to act natural, take occasional sips of coffee, talk to his seatmate - the mic wouldn’t pick up what they were saying anyway, ignore the cameras and the funny, kind, beautiful faced man who’d be walking through the door.

He was seated with a guy named Bitty, and once the director called for action they began making smalltalk. It took literally every ounce of willpower he had not to look out the window and watch for Holster’s approach. He did turn his head when Adam walked in, but Ransom wasn’t even thinking about the movie anymore. Holster’s gaze roved the coffee shop, stuttering on Ransom imperceptibly enough that he may have imagined it, before he made his way to the counter to place his order. Bitty tapped Ransom’s arm gently, bringing his gaze away from the movie star less than ten feet from him.

“You might want to close your mouth hon,” he said with a consolatory pat on the wrist.

Ransom felt his face heat. He needed to pull himself together if he didn’t want to get himself kicked off set. He was doing an admirable job of focusing when Holster walked by and tripped over nothing, crashing into Ransom. Adam’s elbow was jammed into his ribs and his head knocked into Justin’s chin hard enough to bruise. It was the best six point four seconds of his life.

“Oh my god,” Holster said, getting up off Ransom’s lap. “I’m so sorry bro.”

Bro Adam Birkholz just called him bro. “It’s fine,” Ransom said, voice only just barely squeaking. “No harm done.” Luckily the coffee cup he’d been holding was filled with water so he was only slightly damp instead of burnt and sticky.

“I’m Holster,” he said, stretching out a hand.

“Justin - well my friends call me Ransom.” He had to clamp his jaw shut to keep from rambling as he took the proffered hand.

The director had called cut and they’d begun to reset the scene, but Adam stood there gazing at Ransom. They were still holding hands. An assistant or PA or someone finally came over and dragged Holster away so they could redo the scene.

The next time they shot the scene, Holster made it to his seat without incident and Ransom successfully managed not to stare at him as he walked. He was talking to Bitty, telling him about this time in college where he and Shitty had pranked the Lax bros, and feeling quite proud of himself for acting so natural.

“So they were naked, locked outside of their house just as the soccer girls were coming home from their game,” he said, laughing at the memory.

Bitty laughed. Holster laughed from Ransom’s side and turned to him with a wide smile. “Did they get you back for it?” he asked.

“Cut!”

“Shit,” Holster said, throwing a sheepish glance at the director.

They reset the scene once more and Ransom let Bitty direct the conversation. Clearly Ransom was not a very good extra. He probably should be talking about something boring. Bitty smiled at him, talking about pie and jams for a long while. Ransom glanced at Holster out of the corner of his eye and saw him keep glancing at the door. He was supposed to be stood up in this scene - or something - Ransom wasn’t quite sure.

“Sorry for talking your ear off,” Bitty said with a smile. “So you mentioned a lacrosse team and soccer team lived near you in college. Were you on a team too?”

Ransom nodded. “Yeah I played hockey.”

“Nice, I play too!” Bitty said. “What position?”

“D-man.”

“Me too,” Holster said, turning to face Ransom with a shy smile. “Do you - shit. Shit. Sorry everyone,” he called, standing up to redo the scene once more.

They filmed the scene a dozen more times. The first time the barista sneezed just as Holster was ordering, in another take one of the other extras was being too exaggerated with his hand motions. There were several takes where Ransom wasn’t quite sure what went wrong, only that he was told to switch to a table on the other side of the room.

It wasn’t as much fun on the other side of the room. They’d put him at a table by himself so he was just supposed to be tapping on a laptop and eating a muffin. The muffin was kinda gross, but Ransom was hungry so he picked at it. At least this time he was facing Holster’s chair, so any time he glanced up it’d be only natural for him to look at Holster.

They were most of the way through the scene when he looked up and caught Holster’s eye as he was scanning the cafe. Holster smiled at him. Ransom smiled back. The director called cut. They did the scene twice more with similar results. By the third time Ransom was determined not to look up from his computer. It wouldn’t be that weird for someone in the background to be really focused on the computer.

He was doing a good job of being hyper focused on his laptop and more than half eaten muffin when the director called cut again. Ransom looked up and caught Holster staring at him, cheeks flushed pink.

“Why don’t we take five.”

Holster nodded sheepishly and left the room. When they reset a few minutes later they had Ransom sitting at a table by himself behind Holster where they wouldn’t be able to see one another and Ransom wouldn’t be speaking.

They shot it perfectly in one take.

Some of the extras were asked to stay on to help film another scene after later, but Ransom wasn’t one of them. He still got to eat lunch though, and they’d pay him $50 for the day - so all in all not a bad deal. He was planning on sitting down with Bitty to eat when there was a tentative tap on his shoulder.

Ransom turned and couldn’t help but smile when he saw it was Holster.

“Hey,” Holster said, “Do you want to eat with me over there?”

Ransom nodded. “Definitely.”

Holster asked him the questions he’d tried to during filming, and they talked for so long that Ransom worried Holster would be late to film his next scene. It was clear neither of them wanted to be the one to stop though, especially once Holster mentioned that he’d almost enrolled in Samwell the summer before he got his big break.

“We would’ve been D-men together,” Ransom said in wonder.

He was trying to picture how different his life might’ve turned out had Holster not gotten his first role. Was it selfish of him to wish the man hadn’t? Because now that he’d talked to him, Ransom knew for certain it wasn’t just the celebrity that he liked, it was the real Holster too. The shy dorky guy who tripped on set. The guy who was so excited he kept messing up the scene to talk to him.

“I know.” Holster nodded. “I never once second guessed my decision to skip college and take that part.”

Ransom nodded. He figured as much. The man was rich and just famous enough where his entire life wasn’t displayed in the tabloids. He played characters who meant something to him. He had the life most men dreamed of.

“I’m kind of regretting that decision now.”

Ransom whipped his head up to look at Holster. “What?”

Holster shrugged. “I just - if I’d gone to Samwell we’d have met five years ago. We’d definitely be besties and maybe -” Holster’s gaze drifted away from Ransom’s shyly. He cleared his throat. “Maybe something more.”

Ransom bit his lip. Nope, not dreaming. “We still could,” he said, no idea where the forwardness came from.

Holster smiled, bright and full of promise. “I’d like that.”

It a fit of wild courage Ransom leaned across the table and kissed him, soft and chaste. Ransom had only started to pull away when Holster chased his lips and drew him back in for another kiss. When they finally parted a full thirty seconds later he was dazed. Holster’s face was flushed and his lips were parted in invitation. Ransom couldn’t quite stop himself from kissing him again.

They showed the blooper reel at their wedding.

[cheekybarnes]

Half (Bucky Barnes x reader)

A/N: eyyy wassup its been forever since i've written something so i thought it'd be fun for my first fic in a few months be for @howlingbarnes 's writing project! i apologize in advance if it's a little rough but i kinda like it though? maybe there’ll be a part 2??

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and depression, mental instability

Word Count: 2,647

Prompt: Dor (Romanian) - A sense of emotional pain associated with being separated from the person you love.

The quiet pitter patter of the raindrops hitting against the sidewalk was the only noise that accompanied you on your walk this early morning. The sun had yet to rise and the street lamps cast a faint yellow glow, illuminating the streets as well as the early morning fog whisping between the skyscrapers. You didn’t bother to quicken your pace as most would do to escape the rain; but instead, you relished in it. The small raindrops gently hitting your face was something you found pleasure in and the smell, sweet and crisp, was one you yearned for often. You believed that the rain cleansed the Manhattan streets, leaving it with a new cloud of air for a new day. 

The aroma of brewed coffee beans quickly took over your senses as you neared your daily destination, a small coffee shop on the corner of 8th and 39th street. It was nearing half past four A.M. and the shop was empty from what you could see, as it often was this early, and as you had grown to like it. The condensation on the shop’s windows created an ambiance of glowing light that drew you in like a bug to a lightbulb. Opening the door, a small bell rang throughout the shop alerting the one employee of your presence. The cafe was quite small, only a few mahogany tables and chairs against the windows and a small black loveseat sat in the corner with two short tables. Your favorite aspect of the place were the small fairy lights that were strung across the ceiling and the small, worn, brick fireplace that sat between two tables. “Y/N! My favorite early bird customer! How can I help you today? The usual?” An excited voice echoed throughout the empty shop as a faint smile grew upon your face. You chuckled as you removed your light jacket and responded “Good morning, Reese,” as you walked up to the register, “Already had your morning espresso I assume?” You jokingly asked, referring to his never ending excitement and energy that emitted off him in the morning. It was the one thing you had been lacking the past few weeks, though it didn’t stop your mind from waking you up at absurd times in the morning. He clicked his tongue at you in a bantering manner as he continued to set up the register for the incoming customers that would file in, in the next hour or so, “You know me so well, don’t you?” “Better than you know yourself, certainly.” You cocked your head to the side and chuckled once more, “And yes, I’ll have my usual but this time I’ll need three shots of espresso instead of two.” “Late night?” Reese asked as he moved to the other side of the register to the machines to start making your coffee. You let out a sigh, “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I was working the late shift at the library last night, didn’t get home until 1 A.M.” “And yet you’re up early at 5 to get coffee when you could be sleeping in?” Reese asked with a raised eyebrow as he continued to make your drink. “Ah,” You paused, raising your shoulders in an unsure manner and drooping them down quickly, “I just haven’t been able to sleep that well recently.” You added, your gaze narrowing towards the floor. It wasn’t until a cup of coffee was placed in front of you that you moved your attention back upwards to see Reese standing there with a concerned look on his face, “It’s because of him isn’t it?”

“I’ll be back before you know it. It’s only going to be a three week mission.” “The last time you said that you were gone for almost twice the time, Buck.” Bucky sighed discontentedly at your words, knowing that they were true and that he couldn’t promise he’d be back according to plan. Being an Avenger had those risks and it was one thing that Bucky hated, having to leave you for days or weeks at a time with no more than a few simple phone calls or skype sessions. “I can’t promise I’ll be back in three weeks, but I will be back, Y/N.” “You better be back in three weeks, cause I’m going to have to watch a movie every week by myself until you get back.” “Hey, you can come by the facility any time you want, Sam would be more than happy to watch a movie with you, even if he says he hates the movie.” “I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you more.” Bucky responded, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss before turning away from you to get to the Quinjet. By the time a few customers started filing in, you had moved to the far corner of the shop, sitting slumped over at one of the tables. Both of your hands rested around the mug that was emitting a warmth that was almost starting to feel like it was burning. But you paid no attention to the feeling as you rested your head against the glass window, little bits of your hair getting damp from the condensation. A content yet troubled sigh left your lips as you sat up a little bit straighter to take a sip of your drink. As you sat there, thoughts ran through your head at hundreds of miles an hour. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you hadn’t been the same since Bucky had left for his three week mission…a month ago. It was the longest the two of you had ever been separated. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for missions to run longer than scheduled, but sometimes they ran a bit longer than you had a liking for. When you and Bucky first started dating a year ago, you had a hard time adjusting to his lifestyle as he would be gone for days at a time in a field of work that could easily get him killed. You were certainly a worrisome person riddled with unrelenting anxiety but you couldn’t deny how much it heightened when Bucky left your side. “Y/N come on. I’m going to start the movie without you.” Bucky leaned up against the bathroom door of your shared apartment whining at you to hurry up so you could commence your weekly movie shenanigans. It had quickly become a tradition for the two of you after he had first come to the Avengers facility. When you had found out how much he had missed of pop culture, the two of you grew closer and closer as your movie night friendship blossomed to movie date nights. “Give me a minute, Buck. I’ll be right out!” You replied, hastily pulling on a pair of your Captain America pajama pants and searching for your t-shirt you thought you brought with you. When you couldn’t find it, you grabbed the nearest shirt; which happened to be Bucky’s, thrown onto the sink counter. You quickly threw the shirt on and went to open the door to find the other side empty. Bucky had probably gone back to the living room to – hopefully not – start the movie. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t know what movie you were watching. It was Bucky’s turn to choose the movie so you were in for a surprise. You walked out of the bathroom you found Bucky sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. When Bucky turned his head around and saw what you were wearing, he asked, “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” You plopped down on the couch next to him and said, “I couldn’t find mine and it’s comfy.” He smiled at you, “Well lucky for you it looks nice on you.”

You hummed at his statement, smiling back at him with raised eyebrows, “Careful, you might not get it back then.” Bucky flicked his eyesight from his shirt clad on your body to your eyes, still smiling. He started to lean in towards you but paused to say, “Y/N…” “You don’t have to ask, come ‘ere.” You chuckled and placed your hand at the back of Bucky’s neck and brought him in for a quick kiss. When you pulled away you repositioned yourself to lay on the couch with your head on Bucky’s legs. You looked up at him, “So what movie are we watching?” You asked. Bucky looked down at you and said, “It’s a surprise.” “C’mon Buck, you know I hate surprises.” “You’ll like this one I promise.” “I swear if it’s Frozen again I’m not kissing you for a month.” You joked sarcastically. Bucky laughed back at you, “I’m not saying anything yet, doll. Close your eyes.” He told you, but when you didn’t cover your eyes, Bucky took his own hand and placed it over your eyes. You and Bucky both laughed while you protested and tried to sit up, “No! Bucky! That’s not fair!” Before you were able to remove Bucky’s hand from your eyes he had already pressed play. You whined when Bucky lifted his hand and you were able to fully see the tv screen. You playfully punched Bucky in the shoulder, a bit awkwardly from your position but you were successful in getting another fit of laughter from him. It was one of the things you loved most about Bucky, his laughter, and after all that he had been through, he deserved the luxury of relaxing, being happy and having fun. You started, “That was so not fair-” but was cut off by Bucky’s shushing. “Shhh! The movie’s starting!”

The first week that passed by had been normal, with the exception of the nighttime. Bucky’s warmth was gone, which was evident in the fact that you now sought out warmth elsewhere, including your constant mug of steaming coffee every morning. You didn’t sleep well alone, growing up with six siblings you always had to share a room or even a bed with them. Now that you had a large bed for yourself, you found yourself tossing and turning all night with only few moments of sleep in between. The second week he was gone approached you with a type of emptiness that you couldn’t quiet seem to cope with. At first you didn’t know where this odd void of feeling came from and just dubbed it as an odd day, but you didn’t have sight of it leaving you anytime soon. It was a feeling you’d never felt before, almost as if someone had shoved their hand into your chest and was squeezing your heart until all the blood drained out, leaving a piece of you empty. After the third week had passed, you thought about traveling to the Avengers facility, worry creeping up on you that you hadn’t spoken to Bucky in nearly five days and it had been more than three weeks. But what kept you from going was what might be there for you, or missing for you. It had been a whole week over when Bucky said he would be back, and you hadn’t spoken to him, it wasn’t like him to do that. “I love you.” It was those three simple words that were spoken to you that caused you to freeze, your mind wanting to convince you that it was just your ears playing tricks on you. Or maybe it was just Bucky talking in his sleep, he did it quite often and you wouldn’t be surprised, but, hearing it out loud was much more different that what you would have imagined. Without giving it a second thought you responded to him with the same three words, a bit quieter than he had said, but you meant it. A few moments later, Bucky’s grip around your waist tightened as the two of you were laying down in bed, signalling that he was indeed awake. “Are you sure?” You heard him ask faintly which caused you to furrow your brows and turn around so you were facing him. It was dark in the room, but you could see the outline of his features. “What do you mean?” You asked, not knowing the meaning behind his question. Bucky opened his mouth to speak but struggled with his words, not sure how to reword your question, “I… I just…” He mumbled, looking away from you. You knew what he was trying to say so you cut him off, placing your hand on his cheek and brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear, “Of course I love you, Bucky. I- I’ve felt that way for a while, I’m sorry that I didn’t say it out loud sooner.” “No, no, you don’t have to be sorry about that,” He smiled faintly and continued, “You just know how my mind works.” He gently grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his fingers, holding it tightly but not uncomfortably as he spoke. You immediately knew what he was referring to, for a long time he believed that he didn’t deserve your love of that you only felt this way about him because of pity. After a while that was able to slip from his mind as the two of you began your relationship, but the thought was still in the back of his mind no matter how many times you told him that you didn’t spend time with him out of pity and that you weren’t scared of him. “I love you so much, James. I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t.” You spoke sincerely as you made eye contact with him. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the two of you stared into each other's eyes until Bucky moved to pull you closer into his arms. Your head now rested on his chest, tucked underneath one of his arms as you wrapped your arm around him. “I love you more, Y/N.” Bucky spoke as you grinned in his arms.

You went to take another sip of coffee only to become surprised it was already gone, you were so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t even realized how much time had passed. It had to be nearing the late morning, almost 11 which meant the cafe would be closing soon. Taking in a deep sigh you stood up from your seat, it scraping against the uneven floor as you moved towards the register to return your mug and bid Reese a great rest of his day. You weren't quite sure what you'd occupy the rest of your day with, maybe you'd go back to your apartment, maybe the Avengers facility. As you exited the doors of the cafe and onto the busy street, you couldn't help but to notice everyone around you. The group of teenagers walking down the sidewalk, laughing and chattering as they went. The young couple across the way, holding hands and looking at each other lovingly. You sighed and shoved your hands into your jacket pockets, the breeze lifting up stray pieces of hair as you gazed around at the emotion in the air, one that you could sense yet not feel.

Moving your feet in a slow motion, you dragged yourself back to your apartment, for the rest of your day will consist of waiting for Bucky.

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part 2?????

[choisgirls]

Ok, for once maybe I have a request~ Er. Maybe the RFA with an MC who has a younger sister about 5-7 years old? I was think about this one because I thought it'd be hilarious but kinda cute for them to see the smol child and be like "I WILL GUARD THE PRECIOUS BEAN WITH MY LIFE--" or maybe its just me, haha. you dont have to do this meh-- ~C the shy anon (may or may not have a younger sister that's 7 years old and is a precious bean)

A/N: C, MY FRIEND, ITOO HAVE YOUNGER SIBLINGS (THE AGES 6 AND 10) AND I’M LIKE THE BIGGEST GUARDDOG FOR MY YOUNGEST BROTHER so like if the rfa didn’t like my siblings i’dprobably have to fight them, fists flying, maybe even a baseball bat, who knows~Admin 404

I went for more genderneutral just in case, ya know? ^^;; cause i mean some people have either a sister or a brother or none, rip;;

*YOOSUNG:

               -He absolutely loves his oldersister

               -So siblings are Grade A forhim! You’ve got one? GREAT!

               -You told him about your youngersibling and he about fangirled into next week

               -“HOW MUCH YOUNGER? A YEAR?TWO?”

               -Try several years there buddyboy,,,

               -You’ve decided to make a playdate out of their first meeting!

               -Jungle gym at the park, getready

               -The moment he walked up to you,there was a marshmallow being flung at his forehead and he almost dropped tothe floor, looking for cover

               -“MC, WHAT ISHAPPENING?!” he asked, watching you from behind the park bench as youburst into laughter, walking towards the jungle gym

               -“Oh, your majesty, youmustn’t shoot your deadly Marshmallow Arrows at the new knight, he is here toprotect and create an alliance!” you told your sibling, throwing yourselfdramatically against a bar as they popped their head out from behind theirhiding spot

               -His eyes went wide as he lookedat your sibling, couldn’t be much older than around 6, listening to them recitetheir speech loud and proud, acting as a mighty (lord/lady), treating you likea prince(ss)

               -“COME FORTH, SIR KNIGHT,AND HAVE A TALK WITH THE ALMIGHTY (Sibling’s name)!” you sibling boomed,throwing their hand on their hip, raising their slingshot-turned-bow in the air

               -Yoosung could not be moreexcited to run up and kneel to one knee, bowing his head and gesturing up atyou. He was about to get into the zone and channel his LOLOL knight character

               -“I’ve come to ask for yourpermission- wait no, to ask for your honour! To protect the lovely MC witheverything that I have- I shall protect them from all harm, and raise my swordto protect their precious heart!” He stood up to look at your sibling,feeling so confident and proud, like he was a real knight!

               -Until his confidence shrankunder the intense stare from the younger kid. He had no idea he could feel sointimidated by your younger sibling. If they didn’t like him then, well, whatwould happen to the two of you? Would you leave him?!

               -You jumped down from the perchyou had climbed to earlier when your sibling started their speech, dramaticallythrowing yourself to Yoosung, grabbing onto his arm (you scared him a littlewhen you did this) but you threw your other hand to your forehead as youstarted to pretend to fall to the floor

               -“You don’t understand!This knight, I love him! You can’t separate us! You simply can’t!” youcried, watching from the corner of your eye as Yoosung turned a crimson colour,looking at you then back to your sibling

               -They stood with their armscrossed, looking over your boyfriend, trying to decide if they deem him worthyenough to date their older sibling

               -“Fine. I shall allow thisrelationship to continue! But only if you stay true to your word, knight! Andit totally isn’t because you played Castle with me!”

               -He was s o r e l i e v e d, hegot your siblings blessing and now he has an excuse to play LOLOL more!

               -“MC! We have a play datetomorrow, I have to sharpen my knightly skills!”

*ZEN:

               -People love him, he wasabsolutely sure that your sibling would love him too

               -He loved when you would talkabout your sibling because you always got this tender look on your face

               -And he m e l t e d when yourexpression got that soft

               -Always begged to meet yoursibling, so you decided you’d take them to his latest show!

               -You just.. forgot to mention toyour sibling that your boyfriend was /The/ Zen.

               -And you forgot to mention toZen that your sibling is one of his biggest fans. But you were ready to see howit all played out

               -Throughout the whole play, youcould almost see physical stars in your siblings eyes as they watched Zencommand the stage, the younger kid practically vibrating with happiness andadmiration

               -At the end of the show, you siblingwas standing, clapping as hard and as fast as their little hands could go

               -“Hey, (Sibling name),would you like to go and meet some of the actors from the show?”

               -“HECK YEAH I WOULD, MC!LET’S GO! Do you think I could meet Zen? Oh my g o s h, MC! CAN WE MEETZEN?!”

               -You couldn’t help but giggle asyou guided the smaller child towards backstage, watching as they skip along,screeching to a halt when they caught glimpse of Zen

               -He looked over at you andsmiled, his smile only grew when he looked to your sibling

               -Practically jogging over to thetwo of you, he held onto your arm as he leaned it to place a kiss softly onyour lips

               -He jumped 3 feet into the airwhen he heard your sibling screech, you just sighed and placed two fingersagainst your head, muttering “Well, here we go” under your breath.Zen looked at you, tilting his head in confusing until he looked over at them

               -“MC? MC DID? DID ZEN…/THE/ ZEN?? JUST KISS YOU?? WHAT IS HAPPENING??? YOU KNOW ZEN? YOU. KNOW ZEN.AND DIDN’T TELL ME? MC YOU /KNOW/ HE’S MY FAVOURITE, HOW COULD YOU!”

               -Your siblings rant continued onand on and Zen was just staring at them, starting a rant of his own about howcute they were and how much he couldn’t believe they looked like a littleversion of you

               -The two of them just started toyell compliments at each other and you just stood there. What were you supposedto do???

               -It only ended when Zen pickedyour sibling up in such a warm, loving hug

               -Your sibling refused to let goand they stuck their tongue out at you when Zen wasn’t looking

               -The little brat straight stoleyour boyfriend??? You tried to suggest putting them down but Zen immediatelyrefused it

               -“MC I will carry this kidwith me everywhere now. Have you seen how cute they are?? They’re almost ascute as me!!”

*JAEHEE:

               -There was a small child runningaround the cafe

               -Touching everything, playingwith the stereo, running behind the counter

               -‘Whose kid is this?!’ she askedherself, trying to look out and spot someone looking for a child

               -She couldn’t find anyone, soshe gave a heavy sigh

               -But now?? She couldn’t?? Findthe kid??

               -WHERE IN THE WORLD DID THEYGO??

               -She found them behind thecounter, eating a couple of cookies from the pastry case

               -“What- get out of there!What are you doing? That isn’t for you!” she said, grabbing the kids handsternly but still with a gentle aura around her, “we’ll find yourfamily”

               -“Myff fmly isnt here rifhtnow,” the kid said through their cookie. Jaehee sat them down and toldthem to finish eating before talking, it was rude not to.

               -“I said, my family isn’there right now! I’m waiting for my older sibling but they aren’t back yet Ithink,” they told her, she watched as their eyes turned from mischievousto soft and a little upset, but they shook it off fairly quickly

               -“My sibling said if I everget lost I should come here and wait, they’d always come find me!” the kidsaid with a large smile

               -Jaehee couldn’t help but sitand talk with the kid (the shop was slow at the moment anyway), she learnedtheir favourite movies, books, what they like to do, and she decided that thiskid was amazing!

               -They were so sweet, and shecould tell they were raised with manners and a great intellectual taste, theiroutburst earlier must have just one of those things that “all childrendo”

               -Suddenly, she heard the door tothe cafe burst open and she jumped a little bit before turning to see youlooking like a complete mess

               -Disheveled and out of breath,your eyes went wide when you looked at your sibling sitting at the table

               -“(Siblings name)! Thereyou are!” you ran over to them and dropped down to their level, pullingthem into a tight hug

               -Jaehee’s eyes went wide,looking between the two of you, just now realizing the similarities you shared

               -“MC? This is your youngersibling?” she watched as you nodded, letting go of them. Your siblingturned to her and smiled, giggling slightly

               -“Oh! So you’re Jaehee,MC’s girlfriend! I knew you would be nice!” they turned to you and puttheir hand up, attempting to tell you a secret but they weren’t so quiet aboutit

               -“She’s pretty. And shedidn’t get mad when I ate the cookies, I like her. I want to come play with hermore often”

               -JAEHEE’S GIGGLE WAS LIKE HEAVENLET ME TELL YOU. She immediately adopted this young kid and kept them under herwing, sometimes she had play dates with them without you, they had tea parties.She reads them so many books, sometimes they have to call her just to get abedtime story and she thinks it is one of the most adorable things

*JUMIN:

               -He has younger siblings aswell, he just doesn’t see them often. They’re nowhere near close with eachother, so he didn’t quite get how you and your sibling could be so close

               -Don’t get him wrong, he loveswatching how your face lit up at just the thought of your siblings but he neverexperienced a relationship like that

               -Hell, his relationship with youwas still new and the feelings were slightly confusing. How was he supposed tomanage a sort of friendship.. or would it be more of a brotherly relationship?MC, he was lost please help him

               -You came home to find himpacing back and forth in the living room, looking through some sort of magazinefrom one of the big toy stores in town

               -“Uh, Jumin? Sweetheart?You okay there?” you ask as he quickly spun on his heel to face you,shaking the magazine in his hand

               -“MC! Did you know thereare so many different toys? So many different age groups, different themes,different types, what am I going to do? What am I supposed to get your sibling?What if they come over and they’re bored? If they’re bored, they won’t enjoy mypresence. If they don’t enjoy my presence, they won’t enjoy our relationship,and if they don’t like our relationship then-”

               -You cut him off by placing afinger to his lips and giggling, which completely melted his heart. He loweredthe magazine and straightened himself out, not before placing a kiss to yourfinger though

               -“Jumin, it’ll be okay.They’ll bring their favourite toys and some movies for their sleep over.They’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. It’ll be fun!” you assured him, kissinghis cheek before heading to the guest room in the penthouse to make sureeverything was ready for your sibling

               -Later that day, you returnedwith your sibling in tow, hiding behind your leg as you introduced them toJumin

               -“Come on out! He’s notgonna bite you, it’s okay!” you comforted your sibling, Jumin held out hishand so they could grab onto it and he could coax them out. It didn’t workuntil he gave a small smile and your sibling started to think about coming outfrom hiding

               -Jumin spent hours trying totalk to your sibling, trying to b o n d but they? Wouldn’t? Talk? To him?

               -They wouldn’t even change theirfacial expression. They just had a blank look the whole time. The only timethey somewhat showed any emotion was any time you talked to them

               -When they went to pick a movieto watch and you had left to make snacks, Jumin decided he’d give up. If thechild wanted to approach him, they could. But trying so hard was gettingexhausting and he didn’t want to do it

               -But that actually seemed tocalm the kid down? Your sibling started to scoot closer and closer to Jumin,making him hold a teddy bear and eventually asked him to make a “MovieFort” with them halfway through the second movie. He was so surprised tohear them talk? And ask him to participate in something?

               - The two of them spent a lot ofthe night in their Movie Fort, talking about the cartoons and how ridiculousthey are

               - Jumin was super surprised thatthe two of them were actually getting along?? Your sibling was very quiet andonly spoke selectively. They were polite with great manners, and only showedtheir emotions when they deemed necessary

               - Was your sibling related toyou??? Or Jumin??? The world may never know??

               - You left for 5 minutes. 5.Minutes. And you came back to the two of them fast asleep on the ground. Youdecided not to chance it and simply covered the two of them in a warm blanketfor the night

               -The next morning, Jumin wassurprised to find himself on the floor?? And he was even more surprised  to see Elizabeth walk right past him. Hecalled to her but she just kept walking?

               -Turns out she was followingyour sibling. They would bend down and pet her every once in a while, but shewould meow and try climbing into their lap every time until they picked her upand carried her. She constantly headbutted against their jaw and would licktheir cheek

               -Immediately Jumin decided heliked your sibling, a lot. If someone is worthy of Elizabeth’s attention likethat, they are an amazing person (he knew from her experience with you). Theyremind him of how he was as a child and he is Ready to Protect This Child™.He spoils them like crazy. They have intellectual talks /without you/. Whatlittle brats

*SAEYOUNG:

               -What a cowinky dink there MC,he has a twin, you have a sibling, the two of you are meant to be

               -“I don’t think that’s howthat works, Saeyoung” “DON’T KILL MY DREAMS”

               -He thinks your sibling and himwill get along so well!

               -Not to mention he’s alreadydecided he was going to protect this child with his life. He wants to do abetter job with your sibling than he got to do for Saeran… not that he’d tellyou that

               -You brought your sibling overfor a play date, but when you got through the door, Saeyoung was nowhere to befound?

               -You called out for him, lookingaround until your sibling picked up a cat-shaped piece of paper

               -“MC! Look! It says he’shiding and we have to find him. Oh! Like hide and seek! I love that game!”they said, starting to jump up and down out of excitement

               -Placing the paper on thecounter, you looked around, trying to gather your thoughts on where in thehouse he could be hiding from the two of you. Your sibling pulled on yoursleeve, “MC? Do you think he has more kitty paper? I wanna draw on somelater!”

               -You nodded and pointed them toone side of the house while you searched the other

               -Your sibling looked up and downthrough every room but the one with the large “GO AWAY” sign on it,it was too scary for them

               -Opening a small cupboard in thebathroom, they found Saeyoung cramped up in there, they giggled as he fell outonto the floor

               -Standing up, he applauded yoursibling, a large smile on his face

               -“You found me! Good job!!You must be (Siblings name)! MC told me you were the /best/ hide and seeker inthe whole wide world! I knew you were going to find me first!”

               -The younger kid did their bestsuperhero pose they could, puffing out their chest and beamed with pride

               -“Of course I am! MC can’teven find an elephant if it tapped them on the nose!” this time it wasSaeyoung’s turn to laugh, nodding in agreement. He suggested he and yoursibling should attempt to scare you

               -And it succeeded. Who knewopening a closet and having two people tackle you to the ground would bescary??

               -SAEYOUNG GAVE YOUR SIBLING SODAAND CHIPS AND THEY WERE COMPLETELY ZINGING AROUND THE HOUSE.

               -At this point, Saeran came outof his room and you practically clung onto him, hoping to avoid any of thepranks Saeyoung and your sibling may have placed

               -The two of them dressed up assuperheros, running around, attempting to save you from the “evildragon”

               -Though Saeran did put on thepaper dragon horns your sibling made because they were… kind of cute. But hedenies it. He said he put them on solely because he didn’t want to put on theones Saeyoung made

               -Saeyoung and your siblingliterally ran themselves down. They ran around playing all day, they passed outon the couch, cuddling together. You knew they would get along since Saeyoungloved to play around and your sibling was young and full of energy! You justdidn’t know they’d get along this well. From then on, you have to make your owncostumes just so you’re included in the games

*DaddV (soRRY):

               -So precious™ so pure™

               -He loves younger kids!!! Lovelove loves them!

               -He thinks younger kids areinnocent and deserve the world on a silver platter and he just really admiresthem?

               -Especially when they’recompletely adorable and passionate about anything they love, even play time!

               -The moment you told him youwanted to bring him along to your siblings speech debate he was practicallyalready in the car with 5 different video recorders

               -The two of you watched as yoursibling dominated the stage, dripping with passion about why there should bemore funding for animal shelters

               -The fire in your siblings eyes,the passion in their voice, the emotion on their face, V was completelyinvested

               -He could definitely see that itruns in your family, because he loves seeing you the same way!

               -After the debate, your siblingran over to you, hugging you before extending their hand out professionally togreet V

               -“Hello. You’re Jihyun,correct? I’ve heard a lot about you and I think you make a great candidate formy siblings future husband.”

               -You turned as red as could be,wondering how V would react, but all he did was smile??

               -It was such a heartfelt smilethat even your sibling was enraptured by it??

               -He knelt down and hugged yoursibling as they stood there, unsure of what to do.

               -“Thank you,” V said,pulling back to look at the younger kid, “my love for MC is as passionateas you are about the animal shelters, and I want you to know that. I hope thatyou and I could be friends. I’d also like your permission to show the video ofyour debate to a friend, I think it could be beneficial to you!”

               -Your sibling completely droppedtheir guard?? They turned to look at you with complete panic on their facebefore they turned to the man with the soft eyes

               -“I- um, I mean I..would… appreciate that. Very much. You… you recorded my debate, though?May.. may I see it? I don’t let MC record it because they’re terrible”

               -V laughed (r u d e, V) andnodded, completely agreeing with the child

               -“MC isn’t the best with acamera, but that’s okay! I’ve been teaching them a few things so they couldsurprise you!” your sibling tilted their head in confusion until V let outa /precious/ little laugh and followed up with, “I’m a photographer, Iwork with cameras!”

               -Your sibling instantly fell inlove. Complete heart eyes. Your sibling consistently hung out with V and tookphotography lessons from him, and even got to visit multiple differentcharities that he suggested! The little kid was so excited to find someone whocared about the world and people in it, just like them!

               -Not only that, but they were/so excited/ when V introduced them to Jumin (after showing him their recordeddebate)

               -Because!!! From then on!! Valways helped them collect donations for charities! It was a tag team, yoursibling provided the speeches and V provided the exposure for the cause!

*SAERAN:

               -He could hardly handle peoplehis age

               -What made you think he couldhandle /children/??

               -You brought your sibling overfor a play date anyway and he was not excited

               -But apparently neither was yoursibling?

               -You opened the door and hecould hear your sibling throwing a fit

               -“I don’t want to meet yourboyfriend! Why couldn’t I just stay home. I don’t want to be here. I’m surehe’s fine for you. I just want to go home and take a nap!”

               -You sighed and shut the door, Saeranpeeking from around the corner to look at the two of you, hoping the kid didn’tnotice. Maybe he could run and hide somewhere. Maybe he could go into Saeyoung’sroom and pretend to be him?

               -But it was too late, the kidgave him such a death glare that he swear to god he saw himself in his face

               -His eyebrows furrowed together,as he came around the corner and gave your little sibling an angry glare, butyour siblings expression didn’t change? At all? That confused him and hiseyebrows grew even closer

               -“You’re Saeran? I thoughtyour name would be Edgy Mc My Chemical Romance” you sibling said, turningto walk back out of the door, “Okay, I met Debbie Downer there, I’m goinghome”

               -Saeran was S H O C K E D. Didyou sibling really just call him that? Who did they think they were?

               -You went to stop them butSaeran did instead? He pushed the door closed from above them and grabbed theirhand, dragging them to the living room. You followed closely behind, afraidyour sibling was going to sass him to the point he would snap

               -Saeran sat them down and handedthem his 3DS, crossing his arms when they looked up at him with a blank stare

               -“Pass this level,” hesaid, sitting down next to them. They watched him sit down and tried handingthe system back. “No,” Saeran said, pushing the game back to them,“Play it.”

               -“Look, you don’t have tobe nice to me. We don’t have to be friends. And we don’t have to play thisgame. Take it back,” your sibling said, trying to hand it back to himagain

               -He leaned in close to theirface, his eyebrows coming together once again, he whispered, “You willplay this game. You will hush. And you will like it. MC wants us to be friends,and if that will make them happy then we. Are. Doing it. Understood?”

               -Your sibling stared at him witha blank stare for a while before turning away and muttering“whatever”; they started to play Saeran’s game and the two of themsat in silence while you went to the kitchen to make some snacks for the threeof you. It totally wasn’t to get away from the awkward tension in the room.

               -Saeyoung came out of his roomto find Saeran and your sibling staring at the game, both with no emotions ontheir face. He decided he was going to lighten up the mood and cut the tension!

               -“Meow meow! Hi guys!Whatcha doing? Playing? We can play something else so all three of us can play!Ooooh! What about hide and seek?? I’m the master at hide and seek!”

               -“Good. Go hide and wewon’t seek you,” Your sibling and Saeran said completely emotionless, atthe same time. Saeyoung fake cried and left the room, yelling something like“NOT ANOTHER ONE” over his shoulder before slamming his door shut

               -Saeran and your sibling lookedat each other, nodding once and sharing a small smile. Saeran decided theyweren’t so bad- if they can be mean to Saeyoung like that, then they could getalong. Your sibling kept wanting to come back for play dates but didn’t wantyou to be there? You thought maybe it was because your sibling didn’t want youto see how much they liked Saeran- which was part of it. But mainly, it wasbecause your sibling wanted to bond with Saeran by playing pranks and sassingSaeyoung and didn’t want you to get mad at them. Saeran was 100% okay with thisbecause now?? He has a partner???

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