#this is gonna be a little mini series so stay tuned!

[im-sleepdeprived]

do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out she’s alright?? I love ur work u’re the best xx

'No location found'

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by ‘peter’ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini series👀.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!

warnings: none

masterlist, requests are open !!

“That’s not what I said!”

“Oh? Well, that’s what I heard.”

You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date you’d both planned. It’d been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again. 

You’d thought after moving in together, you’d see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him.  The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.

“Y/N please-”

“No, Peter! I’m sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do it’s like you just make it worse.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “Honestly at this point, it feels like you don’t even care anymore.”

His face fell. “Come on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.”

You nodded, “Right. Think I’ve heard that one before.” You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.

“Woah, hey. Wait a minute, where’re you going?” His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.

Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. You’d gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, “I’m tired, I’m gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,” you gave him a weak smile, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/N you know it’s not like that. Look you’re all dressed up,” he reached for your arm, “we can still go out. Please, let me make it up to you”

Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away. 

“Peter,” you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion. 

“I don’t want us to fight,” he begged. 

'We’re not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. “I’ll sleep on the couch?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

He deflated. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad. 

“Good night,” he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. “I’m right here if you need anything.”

You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, “Night.”

There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.

You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didn’t feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.

After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if he’d even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, you’d sleep on the couch. 

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.

I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it. 

You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didn’t really want to speak to him, not yet at least. You’d kind of hoped you wouldn’t have to until tonight-

You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved. 

You answered the phone. “Hey Mads, how's it going.” 

“Hi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-”

“No that sounds great actually,” you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. You’d been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.

“Really? Great! So there's this raging new club,” she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You weren’t sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why you’d wanted to go out in the first place. 

“We’re gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and I’ll take you!” She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but that’s what made you like her. 

“Sure Maddie, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can’t wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.”

You let out a small laugh, “I know what you mean. But we’re gonna change that tonight. 

You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, you’d stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already. 

You got ready quietly, only a playlist you’d turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything. 

“Peter! I need real criticism!”

“Well, I can’t help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!”

You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you weren’t going to be home tonight. You didn’t feel like calling him though, and if you didn’t want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book. 

Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving. 

He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining he’d be out for a while but he’d made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didn’t, but that wasn’t too shocking to him. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. 

He knew he fucked up. He knew he’d disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you weren’t giving him the more. And he was! But he couldn’t help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.

That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasn’t with you. 

He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together. 

On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long it’d been since he’d done this. He definitely deserved the more. 

He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you weren’t home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter. 

Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes he’d used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning you’d eaten. 

He was about to pull out his phone to see if he’d missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge. 

“Went out. Be home late.”

His brows furrowed as he read. He didn’t know you had plans. Hell, he didn’t even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.

All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.

Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldn’t fly. 

He’d sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe. 

An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response. 

It had been about three hours since he’d gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird. 

He tried to call you, he’d refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, you’d left in the first place) but it didn’t even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail. 

What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldn’t load. It kept saying ‘no location found’ making his heart beat harder.

This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls weren’t going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-

He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldn’t help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay.  He knew you weren’t the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start. 

He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. Or…something like that. 

“Hello?” Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away. 

“Hey Maddie, it’s Peter.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s dude,” she slurred. 

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N’s dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages aren’t sending.” His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay. 

“Sorry Patrick, what’d you say,” she asked making Peter’s brows furrow. They weren’t exactly friends, but he’d met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.

He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. “Y/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as if she’d just remembered something. “Yeah, she is!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief. 

“Or, she was.” He held his breath again. 

“What do you mean ‘she was’? Where is she?”

“I dunno, she left I think.” Maddie let out a little hum as if to say ‘too bad!’ and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. “She left? Where’d she go? Where are you right now?”

“I don’t know…she was bored I think. She was off today. S’shame, she looked so hot.”

His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didn’t have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault. 

“Where are you, Maddie?” He repeated. 

“That new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!” She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. 

He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you. 

You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasn’t the safest decision but you didn’t really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then you’d go back. Maybe. 

You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. You’d send Maddie a text, but she probably hadn’t noticed you’d left in the first. She’d been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You weren’t sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her you’d be gone for a bit. 

On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadn’t eaten anything other than Peter’s waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home. 

Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away. 

Just as fast as he’d snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.

You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why he’d just done that, but there wasn’t a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Pete?” Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer. 

Your brows furrowed. “Well…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There might’ve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. “I came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that you’re mad at me-”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. “But what's wrong?”

“My texts weren’t delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you weren’t talking to me.” He sniffled and your heart broke a little. 

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it on—dead. 

“God sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.” He looked at you desperately, “Yell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I can’t stand it.”

“I’m so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I would’ve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.” Your hands went up to hold his face. 

He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, “I always worry about you sweetheart, it’s my job.”

You shook your head, “You worry about all of New York, I don’t need to add on to that.”

“No,” he said quickly, looking offended you’d even say that, “No. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? You’re my first priority and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, that I don’t show that or say it enough.

“But I’m going to do better, I promise. I’m going to make it up to you because I can’t lose you, I need you Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.

He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. “Heels off baby,” he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didn’t even realize how much they’d been hurting until they were off. “I’m swinging you.” He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Peteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, “I’ll be careful, c’mon.”

You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling you in closer. “I love you more sweetheart.” He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Hold on tight, Spider Monkey.”

You burst into laughter, “You did not just say that!” 

“Oh I totally did,” he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again. 

“Ok, just…don’t let me go,” you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him. 

“Never,” he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about swinging. 

[mazikeenhyde]

Less than a Minute - Part 2

The reaction to this is not what i was expecting at all, for my first ever attempt at fan fiction i assumed maybe one or two may read it but i would end up deleting it and hiding back under my duvet! Yet my mind is blown by the love and reaction >.<

Part 2 is here! This is definitely gonna be a mini series, there's a lot more to come! Part 3 is in the works and will be out later this week.

For now...

-WARNING – 

A Poly!Judgment-Day fanfiction containing themes and mentions of DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, LONLINESS, PANIC ATTACKS, SOME SMUT, ANGST, SADNESS, ALCOHOL etc 

Overall, I’m just trying to make you all cry�� again >.< 

READER X JUDGMENT DAY – POLY – Rhea, Damien, Finn, Dominik x READER- Written in  first person (Reader Female) 

Italic font - Memory/ Flashback

Less than a minute Part 2 

Dominik sat on the edge of the hotel bed; the cheap cotton blend bedsheets crinkled underneath his jeans as he struggled to stay still. With his eyes held tightly closed he ran his hands up and down his thighs, his knees bouncing up off the floor and his heels tapped nervously against the carpet. His breath hitched and his panic was starting to show. 

Taking in a sharp sudden breath he rose to his feet, one hand behind his head he paced the same steps in the room, he had begun to feel every emotion all at once and there was no one around to save him from himself.

Hands still shaking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The thumbprint passcode wouldn’t recognize his hand due to the sweaty palms, so it took a few attempts to type the pin number in correctly. 

“Co..Come on, come on, pl…pl..please” his words were distant and far apart, his voice was failing him. He held his phone up against his ear as he struggled to catch his breath. 

In that moment his heart skipped a beat, it ran cold, the air in the room felt like the temperature dropped to below zero. There it was, that noise. 

The bedside table played an all too familiar tune as it lit up with Y/N phone screen and Dom’s face turned pale, his fear quickly turned to frustration, then to anger. 

“FUCK” he threw his phone to the floor, only remembering Y/N had left hers behind. She was often the one he would turn to when his anxiety peaked. With all the changes coming their way in the world of wrestling Dominik has relied heavily on her support to keep his panic attacks at bay. It was increasingly showing how hard it was going to be to turn against the people he loved whole heartedly. Gratefully he had Finn by his side who was also being forced to turn, so Dominik didn’t feel quite so lost or alone in it all. 

With his hands still shaking Dominik reached across and grabbed Y/N phone from the side. The screen flashed up with his name and a picture of the two of them together with Rhea from the Christmas just gone. Both himself and Y/N with sweet little reindeer face painted noses and fluffy antlers whilst Rhea had been dressed as a sexy Mrs. Claus. 

The WWE had requested a few of the superstars to take part in a Christmas charity photoshoot. Damien and Rhea were dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Claus and Dom Dom, being the little submissive he was had been dressed as Rudolph. Y/N and Finn had joined them briefly in the photo studio in what they had said was support but Rhea was convinced it was for their own entertainment, and it hadn’t taken long for the two of them to be sent packing by the photography team thanks to the wolf whistles and giggling. 

When the photographer had finished Damien, Rhea and Dominik had returned to the Judgment Days clubhouse to find Y/N and Finn waiting for their arrival. Finn was dressed as an Elf with a sack of presents over his shoulder, while Y/N was in full matching attire to Dom, painted nose and all. 

“Ho Ho Ho” Finn laughed as they entered the room, sending a cheeky wink Damien’s way. 

“I think you’ll find…that’s my line Finn” Damien remarked chucking as he made his way over towards the pair of them. 

“Aye maybe, but I still need to check that you are on the Nice list before you get to have a rummage in my….sack” raising his eyebrows suggestively Finn bit his bottom lip. Damien now stood in front, towering over he wrapped his hand around Finn’s neck pushing him up against the wall. They paused a moment before Finn dropped the bag and laughed pulling Damien into a deep kiss. 

Y/N smirked at the two men as she made her way over to Rhea and Dom who were half distracted watching the boys make out session. 

“What about me Mrs. Claus, did I make it on the nice list?” Y/N whispered seductively, running her hand down Rheas arm. Dom mimicked Y/N movements to Rheas opposite arm as he leaned in to nuzzle at her neck. The goosebumps rising across her tattooed skin she took a sharp breath before glancing back at Y/N and pulling Dom away by the scruff of his mullet. 

“Naughty list more like, you two brats hold the record” she laughed and lent down to nuzzle into Y/N neck nipping at the skin. In that moment Y/N felt her entire body heat up in an instant, the knot in her stomach tightened as she failed to catch a breath. Smirking at her work Rhea pulled herself away and let Dom go whilst readjusting her outfit. “Now Dasher and Dancer, Smile for Mami” and pulling her phone out she snapped the photo. 

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The Rain had set in hard; it had washed away the puddles on roadsides flooding the sidewalks.  The clouds hung low engulfing the neighboring streets ahead as the storm began to fully draw in. The moon had disappeared, only on occasion would it shine through as lightening illuminated the silver linings of the cloud break.  Damien was driving at pace while Finn scanned the face of every person they flew past as best he could. Deep down inside though he knew, he didn’t need to see her face to recognize the love of their life, for whom had been missing for hours by now. 

“She must be freezing” Damien’s voice was soft, broken. “Her coat was still on the hook, how many times..” He gripped the steering wheel tighter in ager as his demeanor changed. “How many times, have I reminded her, to take her god damn coat when she goes out!” he yelled. He wasn’t really angry mind you, he was scared, and Finn knew that. Staring back out the window at the anonymous strangers rushing into taxis or sheltering under bus stops Finn closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He knew now wasn’t the time to break, he had always been the strong one, even if he didn’t feel it in that moment, he couldn’t let that show. 

The streetlamps were indeed lit, but offered very little sight into the surrounding alleyways. Rhea sat in the back seat of the car chewing at her thumbnail, blankly staring out the window her mind flew at a million miles a minute. Every thought, every fear, every question came to mind but was quickly pushed out by another. Y/N was fine she thought, she was happy when they left, in these last days she had been fine.

How had she not known there was something wrong with Bunny.

Unless she had known? 

Had she? 

Rhea stopped chewing her nail for a second, eyes widening slightly. It was as if her brain had rebooted and kicked into gear. 

“Less than a minute?” Rhea whispered under her breath, a sudden realization hitting before the car horn bought her back to reality as Damien slammed on the breaks sending her and Finn flying into the seatbelt lock.

“¡Absoluto Idiota! ¡Mira a donde vas!” Damien shouted slamming down on the car horn again. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car in fronts tyres screeched away throwing back the flooded road surface against their windscreen. 

Finn reached over to take Damien’s hand in his, loosening the death grip he had locked in. 

“Pull the car over love, lets regroup.” Finn offered kind words as Damien pulled into the layby shutting off the engine and throwing his head back in exhaustion. 

“Rhea?” Finn turned to face her in the back, visible tears fell down her face as she gripped the seatbelt locked in tightly across her chest, the anxiety she felt was more obvious than ever as her blank forward stare had fully locked in. 

“Rhea? You alright?” Finn asked again looking at her with deep concern, glancing over briefly at Damien who turned to face her as well. 

“Rhe?” Damien reached out to give her a gentle shake. 

“Less than a minute…” she spoke gently again, in a slightly louder but muffled whisper. 

In that moment Rhea’s eyes shot open wide as she scrambled for the seatbelt lock to unclip herself.  

“I KNOW WHERE SHE IS” Rhea’s voice shook, each word breathy and panicked as she scrambled herself out of the car throwing the door open and running off into the downpour. 

“RHEA!” Finn screamed as he stumbled out of the car whilst opening the door, but she was too far gone. 

They two men watched as her silhouette disappeared down the street, her dark attire blending in all too well with the night. 

Damien glanced over to the back seat where Rhea’s coat lay in the passenger footwell, he reached over and grabbed it as Finn climbed back into the car, dripping wet from his brief time in the rain. 

Holding up the jacket Damien shook his head, “These women and their coats…”. 

[ask-liam-hfjone]

hey guys, I'm back..?

So a couple of things have happened while I was gone..

Firstly, Yes Everyone currently on the plane are alright, I figured out how to communicate with them!

My leg has fully healed, BUT I had an incident while trying to fix the bridge situation over the waterfall.

It isn't Too serious but it does hurt a little.

I also think I know how airy got other people the plane.. I don't want to make any big moves but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to send everyone home soon..

Oh and Amelia says hi.

|| OOC!!

Hihihihi hi guys!! I'm supr duper sorry about the whole dissapearing thing!

Took a little break from the ask blog to focus on other hobbies and such!

I'd like to thank you all for all your silly little comments and asks!!! (100+) 😭

And yes! The contestants can be asked questions too don't worry!!!

Now for what Liam has instore for you..

Spoiler alert ( not really) things are gonna start going into a different direction!

More or so, a fan ending for one!! I already have most of everything sorta planned out and I'm really excited to start moving this mini series along! So stay tuned!! - 2kitty

[gladdygirl18]

Every day, my GF gives me another reason to love her

Blue me, pink GF

So yesterday night while at my GF's house, we were watching the newest episodeof JJK and after that, we were getting ready for bed

So my GF was playing Pokémon Scarlet and I was getting comfy to sleep. I had accidentally squeaked when getting into bed and my GF said, "You're adorable, you know that, right?" I mumbled, "At least someone does." "You believe me, right?" I muttered something else before saying, "Yes I believe you." "You keep mumbling something and I'm gonna keep asking you what you're saying"

I sighed as I clutched her pillow a bit tighter saying, "I believe you.... I just don't believe that myself...." my girlfriend sighed before setting down her game and scribbling her fingers on my sides. "No more negative talk alright?" "Or what?" "I'll tickle you to death."

😳😳😳😳MA'AM HELLOOOOOO??!!?!?! YES THE FUCK PLEASE 😭💖😭💖

I scoffed saying, "Yeah right, do your worst." And she proceeded to tickle again for like 5 minutes straight. She stopped and said, "You're adorable, alright? And don't you ever forget it. And if you do," proceeds to tweak my side "I'll remind you again"

I have ascended, omgggg I love her so much 😭💖😭💖🥰😭🥰💖

This little story was a bit on the shorter side compared to the others, but it's still adorable! And yes I will turn this into a mini series, so stay tuned for the next one 💖🥰

Edit: sorry, I forgot to tag some ppl😅 @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @cutesmokes @burningablaze @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly

[ravenromanova]

A new wandanat story will be out soon!! i have three more kinkmas stories to post and then i have so much planned it’s insane… lemme just give yall a little list

~ Come back to me pt.3-pt.6 (there will be six parts for that series)

~ My widow (My Natasha series i’m planning)

~ My haunting/hunting adeline based series with Bucky (Idk what imma title it yet)

~ A BUNCH OF WINTERWIDOW (I’m like really excited for the stuff i have planned for them)

~ A mini Loki series!!!!

~ A soulmate AU with Wanda and Natasha

~ A Loki x Bucky x Reader mini series

~ A valentine’s day special one shot for all the characters and ships

~ A Bucky x Wanda x Reader mini series (It’s not really gonna be a series but more so just a bunch of stories from the same universe if that makes sense)

And obviously a shit ton of one shots!!! I’m very excited and i hope you all are too!!! I’m also gonna be changing up my masterlist so stay tuned

[toothlespoggers]

ok so I thought I’d make a list of the stuff I’m working on- undertale related only because it’s easier that way

Comics- the funny silly low effort ones, and the ones that are actually somewhat detailed. I’m trying to become a better artist and better at my comics

paintings! I have a few I’m working on currently

RAZZLE DAZZLE BABY, yeah I’m still working on raz’s debut comic and all the raz related art projects. So stay tuned for radical tomfoolery, I’ve been reluctant to show too much about him on here since I’m hyper paranoid someone’s gonna take my really good idea and pass it off as their own since I’m such a small creator. It’s unrealistic but it’s a possibility.

AUS! Yeah I’m still doing that. The forgotten stars Au is still going strong. I have a google doc full of comic plans for that line. As well as a doc for the undertale lore so I can do my little silly realistic analysis’s.

MONSTER BIOLOGY. YEP I’m do8ng that. My research and my time in the fandom has led me to see the problems with the commonly held monster biology, and like. The realistic ways it actually functions based on my look at Toby’s writing style and the actual undertale content itself, so I have a mini comic series dedicated to actually explaining that- along with a google doc that’ll have the references n stuff for the Uhm achtually people

And then we have all the stuff with my sans plush,

[avatarmerida]

Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

-

“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar.  “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

[goblinchivalry]

Summary of Oren Cohen’s Neverafter Interview with Brennan Lee Mulligan

The full interview is available on YouTube here! Brennan talks with Oren about just how scary this season is, how the cast and crew stayed genre-savvy and more.

“Fear not. Except in very small moments where we would ask you to fear.” Brennan Lee Mulligan about Dimension 20: Neverafter

This season is still very much seven people telling a story, and it won’t be abandoning comedy for horror. Brennan doesn’t want people to be nervous about that, though the fact people brings him a little bit of villainous delight. Dimension 20 is still first and foremost a comedy show, and this season honors all of the genres in this horror fairy tale mashup.

There’s gonna be a scene Brennan will definitely jump out of your laptop screen at you, The Ring-style and shout “Roll for Initiative!!!”. There will be scary moments, but they will be in the spirit of making entertainment and not trying to antagonize people.

One way Brennan and the players prepared to tell a horror story was by trying to invest in a richness of character that firmly puts them in a certain type of horror, that being one that a ~20 episode series could sustain. This meant going beyond just the external-facing, primal horror of something like a slasher flick and looking towards internal-facing horror such as the horrifying _aspects _of how people react/respond to horror, and relationships to the unsettlingness of this “freaky world”.

“There are some moments of actual “fright” but even more than that, there’s whole beats and thematic chapters of dread.”

This season is 20 episodes, a first! (Other than FHSY) Brennan thinks this might be a new normal for the most part. With a new studio space and investments from Dropout it seems like we can expect more episodes from the longer seasons.

The entire crew popped all the way off this season! You can see some ofit now with the crazy dome lighting in the trailer, and prepare to getblown away by the technical side of this season. They’ve got people working to bridge the art department with the camera department, more projectionists for the dome, and even in-studio sounds that the players can react to. Brennan himself has some control over the dome too for those necessarily time-finessed horror moments.

This is the first Brennan-DM’d season to jump back to physical minis! [The miniature sets on Coffin Run were so cool!!!] The sets allow some of the verisimilitude that A Crown of Candy had in its gritty, challenging combat. The degree of Ominosity evoked in the battle sets is something to look forward to.

The world-building in this season is so important that Brennan says talking too much about it starts to verge on being spoilery :0 “The Neverafter is indeed wrapped within the times of **shadow **and will take its dreadful time in revealing its true nature to our audience.”

What Brennan can tell us about the Players

They’re all classic fairytale characters: Pinnochio, Puss in Boots, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Mother Goose, and the Frog Prince

Some strong vocal choices were made and committed to. (Looking at you, Lou Wilson!)

.This season is very driven by the players and the PC’s perspective in terms of accompanying them through the sense of dread in the world is important.

There were some of the funniest moments of side-wracking laughter in this season.

There was enough real-life stress in some episodes that there are some Adventuring Parties of which Brennan says he has never been in a more chaotic interaction space anywhere in his life. Expect the chaos of people cutting loose after 2 hours of creeping dread. Tune into the APs!

Brennan was unceasingly roasted by the players this season. (by the players at the table, but also by some of their mechanical play!)

Fan Questions

How scary is Neverafter? Are there more relaxed moments to breathe each episode? Brennan says there will be moments to breathe. He recommends maybe talking to friends after they watch episode 1 to gauge it. Fundamentally though, it is a comedy show, and it’s still got _fairy tale _elements in it. “More than 50% of it is the Intrepid Heroes having a ball”, and our desires for camaraderie and comfort and laughter and seeing friends hangout will be satisfied. 

“Fear not. Except in very small moments where we would ask you to fear.”

Favorite episode or battle this season? Brennan loves them all and can’t pick a favorite amongst his children.

Can Brennan give us something that we can see and recognize later (if he wants)? “When you start to see the ink.”

What’s the most fun way you established ambience... ? The projections. It made it feel visceral and real; and rather than having the players have static focus on the table and other players, it made them look over their shoulder, and feel a bit smaller than the world in this looming horror season.

How did you check in and support the players after a heavy session AND how can I support my GM after a story ends?

Brennan checks in by saying “Hey, I’m checking in. How are you doing?”. Trust is huge. Having a relationship based around already doing that makes checking-in easier and makes it become regular rather than unusual (”It’s a good habit to have.”)

“Having emotional care be routine is pretty helpful. It’s like hygiene, and brushing your teeth, right? Are you already in the habit of, after a session ends, having a little 3-5 minutes just to babble and be excited and talk about how great it was. Do you have a little ritual around, like, "Hey I want to talk to you sometime this week before next week [...]"

If that’s a lot of work, you can always show your DM that you care ♥

How many NPCs are planned vs. improvised in a campaign like this? Certainly some are always improvised, but of course this season draws from source material, fairy tales! There were many amazing consultants this season with deep folklore knowledge. There was a huge list of fairy tale characters but not so much with written backstories as it was how they had been corrupted/changed by horror (Brennan’s got a good memory). Some were assigned ahead, others were kept up his sleeve.

Was this campaign high lethality, did the players have backup PCs at the ready? Brennan pauses and ponders before answering. He “cannot fault any of our logic in these observations”. That’s all he can say.

Did EXU: Calamity inspire the farther move from comedy? A Starstruck Odyssey was so wild and fun that a change was already on his mind before EXU:C scratched an itch that he wanted to try with the Intrepid Heroes. Of course EXU:C is tragedy, not horror, but the stretch of tonal difference was really engaging and exciting.

What kind of safety tools do you use?

Formally, X-cards, Lines and Veils, the classics. Additionally, if Brennan can anticipate something could be challenging he will hip his players in advance - avoiding spoilers - but as a way to communicate a level of comfort in advance & gauging collaborative enthusiasm for exploring topics that may be challenging. The formal tools are there for a reason (and recommended!), but are not used as a substitute for the main informal route of building trust, checking-in and communicating clearly.

There weren’t too many instances of that this season, most things were hashed out in pre-discussion, pitching the season, world-building, character creation, etc.

Making everyone feel safe and secure, even when exploring the scary topics, was always a priority.

On a scale of 1 to EXU:Calamity, how broken will this leave us? Brennan’s hope is that nobody is broken and that nobody was broken by EXU:C either! ...

“I think if you are broken... by Neverafter, it will be only to come back patchwork, pieced-together, re-glued, fused into something stranger and stronger than you were before.”

How did you balance horror and comedy elements? Creating atmosphere and leaving room to riff?

They go hand in hand! Monotony (being of just one tone) doesn’t really exist in nature and reality. Horror comes in to interrupt other things, and it’s not sustainable for very long. No one tone could persevere for 40 hours. How do you balance them? How do you not? Some people’s responses to fear is shock, and sometimes that means laughter!

[Brennan’s discussed similar things on podcasts he’s appeared on too. I recommend watching this question to see his full answer, it starts here]

How did character creation work for this season? Did the figures come first or did the PCs propose them? Character creation was them picking their characters. Each player brought a few and pitched them, their behaviours and their takes on them.

If you were a player this campaign, which fairy tale character would you like to play? Fearnot. A deep cut (though he appears in Jim Henson’s ‘The Storyteller’), about a little boy who cannot be afraid and went forth to learn what fear was.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.  

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo. 

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy. 

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships. 

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate. 

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?” 

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise. 

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum. 

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed. 

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks. 

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.” 

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you. 

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is. 

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.  

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support. 

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle. 

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this. 

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.  

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway. 

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you. 

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck. 

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal. 

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw. 

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship. 

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.” 

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him. 

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it. 

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought. 

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble. 

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later. 

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again. 

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding. 

Both of you looked ridiculous. 

“Stay away, fiend.” 

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you. 

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t. 

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible. 

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself. 

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring. 

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time. 

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes. 

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you. 

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again. 

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst. 

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm. 

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying. 

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again. 

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment. 

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.  

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you. 

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up. 

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech. 

“Suppose that’s two points for me?” 

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something. 

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him? 

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know. 

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again. 

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

Next part

[authorofdragons]

you know what? lifes shit. come make something with me

so this is now a series in which i make cute random shit to make my arguably shitty life a little more bearable, and hopefully yours too. last time we made a mini crochet christmas tree here for my comfort dolls, The Boys. today we're adding to that with some cozy blanket and rugs

first lets start with the rug which wasnt even meant to be a rug but the color changes made it so stiff it wasnt ideal blanket material so let's pretend i was intentionally making a rug this whole time

usually the side of your work that shows the colors of yarn swapping isn't what you want to show to the world but it actually made an eeriely similar design to the blanket I always draw the boys with so fuck yea lets go for it

i drew this in 2020 and i did too good of a job i havent been able to replicate it since.

cool time to tie strings around it to make the loose ends Also look intentional because I hate loose ends with every fiber (hoho) of my being

i forgot what i was doing for 30 minutes and now the gnome is judging me

pretty and fun!! pretend that the brown strings belong bc i am not sewing those fuckers back in!!

now for blankie im running out of dark brown yarn so im alternating with medium brown and it actually works really well nice

idk what to do with the loose ends in this case bc im too tired to tie a bunch of yarn on the end like I did the rug so idk im just twisting the yarn apart into its individual strands

oh fuck what if i braid them

hell yeah motherfuckers lets braid them

hell yeaaaaaaaaaaa

comfort at its finest. cozy instagram influencers could never

stay tuned bc im next gonna make them teenie presents and maybe more to really put this scene together. maybe theyll have mini foods.

anyway hope life's a little less shit, take care 💙

[actorfrustration]

Everything's Alright

Title: Everything's Alright Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Zak/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Lockdowns often take their toll on Zak, but this one affected him more than the others.

[A/N - Requested by anon. Whenever I watch Ghost Adventures and one of the guys gets affected or attacked, I just want to comfort them. I recently watched the Vicksburg mini-series, so that's why this lockdown hangover is set right after those episodes. Inspired by "Everything's Alright" from Jesus Christ Superstar.]

Everyone knew Zak hated flying, but after what he went through he wanted to get home. As soon as Zak got off the plane, he made a beeline for the baggage claim.

Krissie was already waiting for him and he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. “It was a bad one, huh? You never fly,” she said.

She knew very little about the weeklong lockdown in Vicksburg. When it came to Zak’s career, Krissie was supportive, but she never inquired about the places they investigated. She never tried to get in the way of Zak doing his job.

“I want to go home, please.”

“Yeah, let’s just grab your stuff, okay?”

They walked over to the baggage claim and Zak grabbed his duffle bag. Normally, they would go out to dinner to get Zak’s mind off the investigation and everything that came with post-production and deadlines from the network. But Zak was adamant that he wasn’t hungry. He just wanted to go home.

They walked through the front door and Zak greeted Gracie with pets and kisses.

“I’m gonna go lay down,” Zak told Krissie.

“Okay. Do you…?”

“No. No I’m fine.” He kissed her on the temple and disappeared into the bedroom.

Gracie whined.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him, girl,” Krissie said. Krissie pulled out some ingredients to start dinner.

Meanwhile, Zak sat down on the bed and hung his head. Tears built up in his eyes. He pulled off his glasses and his rosary beads.

Krissie went into the bedroom to grab Zak’s duffle bag to start his laundry. It wasn’t until she heard him sniffling that Krissie realized he was crying.

“Zak?” she asked. She walked over to the bed and sat down.

Zak threw himself into her arms, sobbing.

“Zak? Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart.” She’d never seen him so upset and it was scaring her. He still hadn’t told her what happened, so she didn’t know how to help him.

Krissie settled for rocking back and forth and rubbing Zak’s back as she hummed a random tune.

Eventually, Zak’s body stopped shaking. They sat there in silence together for a few minutes as Zak calmed down.

“Are you hungry or do you want to take a bath first?” Krissie asked him.

“I just wanna be with you.”

“Let me run a bath and then you can tell me what happened.” Krissie got up after Zak untangled himself from her and went into the bathroom.

Zak followed her into the bathroom and walked right into the door frame.

Krissie held in her laughter. “You should have kept your glasses on,” she told him, “Maybe you need to certify Gracie as a seeing eye dog.”

“If I had known you were going to tease me like this, I would’ve stayed with the guys.”

Krissie kissed the red mark on Zak’s forehead. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I think I may have hit my lips too…”

Krissie playfully rolled her eyes and leaned up to finally kiss Zak. Zak’s hands came up to cradle her face as he deepened the kiss.

Krissie pulled away and turned the water on as she stripped Zak of his clothes.

Normally this would have turned him on, but right now was just about being together. Zak climbed into the water as the bathtub finished filling. He watched as Krissie undressed. His eyes roamed from her head to her toes, but there was nothing carnal in his gaze.

She climbed in behind him and Zak settled back into her arms. “You wanna tell me what happened?” she asked him.

Zak sighed and told her about the terrifying encounter in Vicksburg. What had finally pushed him to his breaking point. “I’ve never been more terrified in my life. It felt like someone had injected pure terror into my body. I thought I was dying. You know what my last thought was?”

Krissie shook her head.

Zak looked back at her. “It was about you. Imagining you getting the news. Knowing my choice of career had finally caught up with me.”

Krissie kissed his cheek. “Nothing is going to take you from me Zak. I won’t let it. Besides, if you die, I know you’re going to haunt me anyway.”

Zak laughed. This was why Zak wanted to get home to her. Because with her, he knew everything would be alright.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: spending the afternoon with the Maximoff twins proved to be interesting... and prom night finally arrives!

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s the final part to this mini series! i’m so glad you all enjoyed it and i appreciate every note i get, thank you 😊♥️ i’ve still got other wanda stuff in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

part one | part two | part three | part four | lil bonus bit for after p5 |masterlist | wattpad

After a few tries and encouragement from Pietro, I managed to win the black cat plush toy for Wanda. It was strange, her brother wanting me to make a move on her, but I guess it reassured me a bit to know he thought I was actually good enough for her.

The two of us headed to the diner next door to find Y/BF/N and the other Maximoff twin, myself hiding the plush toy behind my back.

"Finally, you two took forever!" Y/BF/N exclaimed when he saw us approaching their table.

"Y/N here is one stubborn girl with that machine," Pietro explained with a smile as we took our seats. His eyes fell to the drink in front of him. "Oh, you ordered!"

"Just the drinks," Y/BF/N said, before looking to me as I slid in beside him in the booth. "I got you a Cherry Coke. Your favourite."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"So, what d'you win?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Feeling the heat rising up my neck, I looked to Wanda who was sat opposite Y/BF/N. She was leaning on her hand as she stared at me with a kind smile on her lips.

"You said you wanted the black cat," I said nervously, before holding it out to her. "Here."

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows but accepted the gift. "Aww, Y/N... you didn't have to!"

I shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She grinned, studying the toy before looking up at me with sparkling hazel eyes. "I love it. Thank you."

Nodding, I glanced at Pietro who was grinning with pride before me. I could feel Y/BF/N staring at me and when I looked his way, he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the menu to distract myself.

"So... what shall we order?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

After relaying our order to the waitress, Pietro was the first to speak up.

"Okay, I have to ask," he began, leaning forward slightly as he looked between Y/BF/N and I. "Are you guys dating?"

I almost choked on my drink as I looked over my glass to see him grinning cheekily. He knew full well that Y/BF/N and I were only friends, so what was he playing at?

"Definitely not," Y/BF/N answered with a chuckle. Y/N here is practically my sister."

"Exactly," I added, giving Pietro a look that basically said I'm going to murder you. "He's been my best friend since we were kids."

"So there's never been feelings there?" Pietro continued to question curiously, leaning back in his seat.

Wanda slapped his arm gently. "Leave them alone, Piet."

"Never," Y/BF/N answered for us both. "Like I said, she's my annoying little sister."

I quirked a brow and looked to him. "Little? I think I'd be the older sister in this fake sibling relationship,"

"But I'm a month older than you," he stated like that was explanation enough.

"But you act like a child," I retorted. "I'd be the older one."

He rolled his eyes, though a smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, too, before looking back to the twins. Wanda was smiling as she sipped her drink and Pietro had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked to me. What the hell was he thinking?

"So you're not interested in Y/BF/N," he thought aloud. "And you definitely weren't interested in me..."

"You made a move on Y/N?" Wanda asked suddenly, looking to her brother with knitted brows.

I breathed out through my nose, eyes falling to the table with embarrassment.

"Yeah, but she made it clear she didn't like me," Pietro said with a shrug, before looking to me again. "So who do you like then? Or is their a girlfriend we don't know about?"

Looking up, I saw three sets of eyes on me and I suddenly felt nervous. Y/BF/N and Pietro were watching with amusement dancing in their eyes as Wanda chewed her lip curiously, awaiting an answer.

"You know there's nobody, Pietro," I said through a forced smile as I looked to him.

His cheeky smile was still present as he said. "Really? I thought you mentioned someone back then. Whilst we were playing in the arcade."

Oh, boy, was he going to die.

"You misunderstood," I played along, before kicking him in the shin to shut him the hell up.

Of course, it was just my luck that the leg in front of me was actually Wanda's. She squeaked an 'ow' as she bent down to rub her leg.

"What was that?" she asked with confusion.

Pietro must have pitied me, having put me on the spot enough in the past two minutes, as he looked to his sister with an apologetic smile. "My bad, Wands. My foot just twitched."

I breathed out with relief as Pietro looked to me, trying not to laugh. He was lucky we were with company otherwise I would have killed him there and then.

—

I wasn't expecting to be hanging out with the Maximoff twins on a Saturday afternoon, but by the time dinner came to an end, I realised how much I enjoyed the day. And I think I could say the same for Y/BF/N, too.

The rest of our meal was pretty uneventful after Pietro's initial teasing, to my relief, and Pietro eventually quit it with the overt hints towards his sister. The last thing I wanted was for Wanda to feel uncomfortable, so I was glad he eventually cut it out.

At the end of the meal, Pietro and Y/BF/N offered to split the bill between them – something about chivalry not being dead, I don't know, all I knew was Wanda and I were getting a free meal so why complain? – and headed to the till to pay, leaving Wanda and I alone.

She was hugging her new black cat plushie on her lap adorably, making me smile.

"Aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck or something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She put her arm on the back of her seat, leaning her head on her hand as she gave me her full attention. "I didn't peg you for the suspicious type," she taunted.

I smiled. "I never said I believed it. Just what I've heard."

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Fair point... I don't believe it either. I just love black cats. They're so cute and get way too much stick for merely existing."

It was my turn to laugh. She had such a unique way of thinking that I couldn't help but be attracted to. Something as simple as the way she was smiling at me right now warmed my heart.

"How is your hand by the way?" she suddenly asked, eyes looking down to it.

I squeezed it into a fist and released. The purple bruising along my knuckles had turned yellow-green which meant it was getting better, but it did still hurt a little. Nonetheless, I didn't want to make Wanda feel bad, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," I said, making her look up at me with concerned eyes. "I mean, it hurts a little, but it's getting better."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Nate really did deserve what you did. Bet it felt good."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, certainly not expecting that. "I guess it did a little, but..."

"It's okay, I'm not biased," she promised with a slight smile. "We broke up, remember?"

I relaxed before mirroring her expression. "Then yeah, it felt pretty great. Karma for hitting me with that stupid football."

She chuckled, leaning back into her seat and clutching her cat. "Karma, indeed." There was a pause, before she grew excited. "So prom is coming up. How are we feeling?"

I groaned playfully. "We're feeling exhausted already. I'm not a huge prom fan."

She gasped. "Seriously? Y/N, come on, it's our last one! How aren't you excited?"

I pulled a face. "The concept of dancing in a hall with people I barely speak to isn't exactly appealing."

She straightened up, hugging her cat closely. "So what, you're not gonna go?"

"I'm not sure yet... Y/BF/N has plans to ask someone and really wants me to go, too," I admitted. "But I've not decided. I might just leave him to it."

She tilted her head to the side curiously, eyes studying me intensely. "What if somebody asked you to go with them? Then would you go?"

I tried not to laugh as I leaned my head in the palm of my hand on the table. "Nobody is going to ask me, Wanda. Nobody even knows who I am."

She scoffed playfully. "Now that's just not true. You're beautiful, Y/N. Funny. Kind. Intelligent. Someone is bound to ask."

I rolled my eyes, hoping to distract from the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew she was just saying all of that stuff to be nice, but God was I awful at accepting compliments.

She must have noticed as she leaned forward on her own palm, eyes glowing with entertainment. "Okay, what if you asked somebody?"

Appreciating the subject change, I leaned back in my seat. "I wouldn't even know who to ask."

She thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Pietro was being annoying earlier with all of that questioning, but he's right. Is there nobody you're even remotely interested in at school?"

I quirked a brow, wondering if she was serious. The way she was watching me patiently, a small smile tugging at her lips, made me believe she was. And I found that I couldn't bring it in myself to completely lie to her. So, I didn't.

"There's one person," I admitted reluctantly, swallowing hard. This piqued her interest as she sat up straight, an excited look on her face. I continued, "But I could never ask her."

She gave me an are you serious? look. "And why not?"

I tensed my jaw, smile fading at the thought. "She wouldn't say yes."

Wanda's expression softened. "I doubt that."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shuffled in my seat. "She wouldn't. And it's fine anyway! I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say. It's pointless."

"Try," was all she said. And in response to my confused face, she added, "Try asking me. Practice what you would say if I was this girl."

I shook my head. "Wanda, that's not–"

"Just try!" she insisted, sitting back in her seat and smiling encouragingly. "No harm, no foul, right?"

Maybe a little, I thought, but straightened up anyway.

"Okay, er..." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as her eyes followed my every move. Looking up, I felt intimidated by her gaze, even though she had the softest smile and kindest eyes directed my way. "Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'd be honoured to, Y/N."

It was fake, this whole thing was 'practice'. But God, I wanted it to be real so bad. She held my gaze, confident and startling and wonderful all at once, and I had no idea what to do. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart was racing the longer she stared. My gaze fell to her lips at the wrong time, as she licked them and I wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her hard and tell her how I felt. I wanted to ask her to prom and dance with her in the school gym. I wanted to hold her hand and pull her close, staring into her eyes without fear of going too far.

I wanted her.

"Okay, we're all done here," Pietro's voice broke our staring contest. He clapped his hands together, stopping by the table. "You both ready to go?"

Wanda nodded, already sliding out from the booth. "I'm ready. Y/N?"

I looked up and forgot how to breathe when she smiled down at me.

"Y-yeah," I got out, wiping my palms on my jeans before sliding out the booth. "All ready. Let's go."

—

Prom came upon us in no time and I'd made the decision to attend. My sister ended up convincing me with Y/BF/N, the two of them rambling about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and a rite of passage before graduating high school. As much as I hated the thought of attending, I knew they were right, so I agreed to go.

Y/S/N came over to help me get ready, as she was the one who picked my dress. I wanted to wear a cute pantsuit, not really one for dresses, but after her complaints – "you're really milking that whole 'I'm a lesbian' look aren't you?" – I agreed on a dress that she chose.

She helped me do my hair and makeup before taking loads of embarrassing photos of me at the door. I went to prom with Y/BF/N and his date – some girl he liked in his Maths class – which wasn't too bad, but I didn't want to third wheel too much, so I gave them space when we actually arrived.

The school had done a good job at converting the gym into something unrecognisable, I must admit. Plus there was food, which was always a good distraction.

Some acquaintances from some of my classes said their hellos to me and engaged in some quick conversations before moving on. Admittedly, it wasn't too bad catching up with people I'd shared class with over the past several years. Y/BF/N even had a few dances with me, both him and his date, which was sweet, but honestly, I still felt out of place.

Two hours in, I was already fed up of the experience, opting to stand on the sidelines by a cocktail table with a sad glass of punch. I definitely didn't expect to see Wanda approaching me with an impressed smile on her lips. I hadn't actually seen her since arriving, the place full of students and myself barely recognising anyone as it was, let alone in a full gymnasium.

"You came," she said when she stopped my table, eyes looking me up and down. "You look amazing, Y/N."

She was one to talk. I tried not to drool over how beautiful she looked. I assumed she'd be one to wear a dress, but I guess I assumed wrong as she was pulling off a burgundy suit and white blouse. Her hair was curled and left out, paired with a smokey eye makeup look that only complimented her eyes perfectly.

"Says you?" I replied with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Wanda."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you... so what made you change your mind in coming?"

I laughed uncomfortably, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Partially forced by my family, partially felt like I had to."

She laughed alongside me. "Well, I feel like you made the right choice."

"Not too sure about that," I joked, before straightening up. "So, who was lucky enough to bring Wanda Maximoff as their date to the prom?"

She rolled her eyes at my compliment, smile on her lips still. "Nobody. I came alone. Well, alone but with my brother."

I was surprised at that, but tried to hide it with a nod. "Alone works, too."

"Says the girl who also came alone," she teased.

I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "Yeah. Says she."

Setting her purse on the table, she began to open it. "I was looking for you earlier. But I couldn't find you."

I watched as she fumbled around in her purse. "Yeah? And what did you need?"

After a moment of searching, she finally pulled out two slips of paper that looked like tickets. Holding them up with a small smile, she said, "I've got two tickets to the Paramore concert happening in the summer."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. "You're kidding."

She shook her head, holding them towards me. I accepted them, looking to see if she was pulling my leg. She wasn't.

"These are really good seats," I pointed out, before looking up at her. "You scored big time."

She laughed as I held the tickets out to her. Accepting them back, she said, "I did. And I bought them for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow as she watched me.

"We've got to get matching tee shirts somehow, right?" she joked lightheartedly before looking to me with certainty. Green eyes sparkled with hopefulness as she said, "Come with me."

My mouth went dry. She was asking me to go with her, holy shit.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she cut me off.

"Don't say maybe," she said, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Say yes."

The music and the dancing students and the lights all faded into nothing as Wanda waited for a response, stepping closer to me, way too close to be platonic. I was overwhelmed, definitely not expecting this. Never in a million years did I think Wanda Maximoff, the most popular girl in our grade, would be asking me to see Paramore with her. I didn't even think she knew I existed! 

Her eyes darted between mine patiently, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips as she waited and I looked down to hers, suppressing the urge to lean in.

"Yes," I finally spoke, voice barely a whisper as I swallowed hard. "I'll go with you." 

She nodded, but that wasn't enough as she licked her own lips. I looked back to her eyes, only to see her looking down at mine.

"Can I kiss you?" she muttered softly, making me freeze in place.

Her eyes looked back to mine, dark and patient. I managed to nod weakly, and she wasted no more time when pressing her lips to mine a in a slow, gentle, warm kiss. Her hand wrapped around my waist, tugging my body close to hers, as the other rested behind my neck, giving me goosebumps and turning my insides to jelly.

I closed my eyes, melting into her embrace, one hand planted firmly on her waist as the other rested on her chest. She tasted like peppermint and her floral perfume was infiltrating my senses, making my head dizzy in the best way possible.

When she pulled away, I opened my eyes and was immediately submerged in pools of green. Still so close to her, I kept ahold of her waist as she did the same with me, eyes flickering down to my lips once more.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted breathlessly.

She looked to me again. "Why didn't you?"

Her lips were swollen slightly, red lipstick ruined. I could only imagine the mess on my own lips, but I didn't care.

I smiled nervously. "You were with Nate."

She tried not to laugh. "How stupid of me." Eyes falling to my lips again, she added, "I should have broken up with him sooner if it meant I could do this."

I smiled widely, heart fluttering in my chest at her words. Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip in mine, giving her a final kiss that was long overdue before pulling away.

"In case you couldn't tell, you were the girl I wanted to ask to prom," I said, stepping back slightly, but taking her hands in mine.

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "I figured... and for the record, I would have said yes."

My cheeks began to heat up, but I smiled nonetheless. "Well, in that case... Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

She grinned. "I would be honoured, Y/N."

I mirrored her expression. She held out her free hand.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked gently.

I accepted her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'd love to."

Before either of us could make a move to do so, we heard Pietro's voice shouting in the distance.

"Fina-fucking-lly!"

We turned to the left to see him racing towards us in his blue suit, a knowing smile on his lips.

"You took forever," he said with disbelief to his sister. "I thought I'd have to keep flirting with Y/N in front of you for you to get the hint and make a fucking move."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but I smiled as her cheeks dusted pink.

"And you!" he said, looking to me. "You're so oblivious it hurts."

"Wanda didn't know I existed before this year," I told him, half joking and half serious. "I had every right to be."

Wanda squeezed my hand, earning my attention. She shook her head. "That's not true. I always noticed you."

I gave her a knowing look. "Seriously?"

With an endearing smile, she nodded. "Seriously."

I sighed, looking away and definitely not expecting that. "Well, okay then."

She laughed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. "I believe you owe me a dance. C'mon.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but Wanda merely pushed past him, guiding me to the dance floor.

"Not now, Piet," she said, before looking to me with sparkling eyes. "I want to dance with my girlfriend."

I was sure it was impossible for me to smile anymore.

"Girlfriend," I noted aloud, nodding. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned before standing opposite me, holding out her hand. And as I accepted it, I felt a warmth spread all over me that was only possible because of one girl and one girl only.

Wanda Maximoff.

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FATWS One Shot #1 - Back to the Beginning

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Intoxicated Automobile Accident, Steve Being a Slight Puppy

Setting/Characters: Directly after Captain America: The First Avenger, New York City; Reader, Director Nicholas Fury, Captain Steven Rogers

A/N: Here it is! The first One Shot that goes along with my FATWS Series! Keep in mind; it doesn’t take place during FATWS. There are NO SPOILERS in this and there will be NO SPOILERS in any of the One Shots. I do recommend still reading the Series, though, to understand the Reader more. These are more like…prequels to the Series. And it won’t be a series. It’ll just be a collection of One Shots based on what I think is important and what you guys wanna see. I also WON’T BE DOING A TAGLIST FOR ONE SHOTS! (Only those in my All Works Taglist will be tagged!) I’ll be adding them to my FATWS Series Masterlist under a ‘One Shot’ section, so you’ll be able to find them there, and I’ll also be tagging them with #fatws series oneshots. Feel free to send in requests for what you wanna see. I’ve gotten a few already, so I’ll be writing those tomorrow. I’ll say that they’ll all be shorter like this one, but...knowing me...we’ll see.

(Also, I’m aware of the theories that SHIELD chose the woman because the resemblance to Peggy, but just ignore that for this.)

As always, not beta’d so please excuse mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and each other! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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cjsinkythoughts Masterlist

You knew. You knew the moment his eyes raked over your form. You knew when he looked over his shoulder at the radio playing some baseball game from 1941. You had done your homework, just like you did with every mission you worked. Granted, this one was a little different, but when Fury called you in personally, you couldn’t say no. You told them your uniform was wrong. You told them the game was too close to when he went under. You told them.

So you weren’t surprised in the least when he smashed through the wall, running out of the room. You didn’t necessarily regret pushing the button; you did it because you knew your cover had been blown, not because you were threatened. But you regretted calling out Code 13, not realizing that they’d chase him out into the middle of Times Square of all places.

Before you could head outside, wanting to know what happened, Fury’s name flashed across your vibrating phone.

“Y/L/N.”

“We’re heading back.”

An eyebrow raised, showing your confusion. “That was quick.”

“He’s fine, if you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, sir.” It was a lie, of course. You wouldn’t put it past Fury to slow down the Captain anyway he could, especially if the Man Out of Time was putting up a fight. “Sir, with all due respect, I tried-”

“I know, Agent. When We get back, we’ll set up in Conference Room C. I want you to join us.”

Your eyes narrowed, free hand on your hip. “You only called me in to ease him into this whole new century thing-”

“And he’s not eased.”

“It’s not my fault, Fury. I told your guys that it was wrong-”

“I know, Agent. Introducing him to the new century obviously went less smoothly than we anticipated.”

“Ya think?”

“Conference Room-”

“C. I heard you the first time. I’ll be there. Give me a few minutes.” He hung up without any farewells, making you roll your eyes. The director had pulled you off an assignment - in the middle of it - and promised you could get back to it once you finished helping him with the Star Spangled Man problem; help Captain Rogers integrate into the new times. But it was starting to seem that Fury didn’t just mean when he woke up.

You quickly changed, switching the old fashioned uniform for the tighter SHIELD-assigned one, before heading up to the level with all the conference rooms. You understood doing this in New York instead of the HQ in DC - the captain was from New York and, as much as it changed, some things would be familiar - and you definitely understood not doing this on the Helicarrier since Rogers didn’t even know about smartphones yet. And you definitely weren’t complaining; you had an apartment here in the City that you hadn’t slept in for months now.

Glancing at the room plaques, you paused in front of ‘C’. You took a couple breaths, relaxing yourself just as you did before any mission, before opening the door and stepping in.

Fury and Rogers were sitting at the table on opposite ends, the blonde looking around warily, eyeing the few agents lining the walls. You shot Fury a look, disapproving of the firepower in the room.

“Captain. Director.” You nodded to them in greeting.

Roger’s eyes snapped towards you, recognition lighting up his features. “You-”

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry about the act.”

He nodded hesitantly, watching you as you sat down a couple seats from Fury. “I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll make this quick. To help you adjust, it’s been decided to assign an agent to help you for the next few months. Agent Y/L/N, here, will take that position.”

You blinked, turning to Fury, not expecting that. “What?”

Fury ignored you, standing up and setting down a file on the table in front of you when he passed. “The file has what you need to explain to him. Start now.”

“Fury.” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing as you stared at the file. Looking back as the door opened, you scrambled to stand when you realized he was leaving. “Fury! Excuse me.” You pardoned yourself from the captain, chasing after the director without waiting for his reaction. “Nicholas!”

That got his attention, his stride pausing. He spun on his heel, an eyebrow quirked. “Agent-”

“You didn’t mention anything about months helping him. I thought you meant, at most, a week!”

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “You’re the first person he saw when he woke up. You’re the best option.”

“First off,” you mimicked his position, popping your hip for good measure. “Even though I was the first person he saw, I deceived him. Why would he trust me? Second, why me? I understand having me for the little show you put on. I get that. But me? Of all people? You know I don’t do personal stuff.”

Fury narrowed his eyes. “You’re on this, and that’s final. He needs to know politics and technology. Settle him into the apartment in the file.”

You gaped as he turned around and started towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. “What about-?!”

“Your mission is being taken care of!” He called over his shoulder. “Politics and technology!”

You huffed, stomping your foot, frustrated, well aware of the fact that you were throwing a mini tantrum. You worked behind the scenes, acting as someone other than yourself. You didn’t help 93 year old super soldiers settle into new houses, teach them about current politics, and explain what cell phones were.

Walking back into the conference room, you found it empty besides Rogers, who was looking through the file, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Sorry about that.” You apologized, moving around the table to plop into the seat next to him.

He gave a half hearted shrug, glancing over at you. “It’s okay. He didn’t tell you the plan. I don’t blame you for being annoyed.”

“Yeah…it’s nothing personal. I’m not annoyed at you, and it’s not because of you. It’s just-”

“You don’t do personal stuff.” At your quirked eyebrow, he tapped his ear. “I could hear you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling slightly embarrassed at being heard. “Oh. Right. Enhanced hearing. Um, so, I guess you’re already starting without me.”

The tips of his ears turned red as you gestured to the file he was scanning. He dropped it, moving it over to you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “It’s your schooling. However you wanna do this, whatever pace you want, we’ll do that. Fury just wants you to know-”

“Politics and technology.” He shot you a small smirk. “I heard that too.”

You chuckled a bit, nodding. “Right. Okay. Let’s see here. Nickie said there was an apartment they got you…”

“Page six.” He informed you as you flipped through the pages.

You hummed, looking at the small apartment, perfect size for one person, right here in Manhattan…in the same building as yours, you noted. “Of course.” You rolled your eyes. You’d basically be his babysitter, and you knew neither of you wanted that.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This is my building.”

He blinked, looking down at the picture of the apartment. “Oh. Well, if you want I can request a change-”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just - I wish Fury told me.”

“Can-can I ask you a personal question?”

You shrugged, thumbing through the rest of the file. They basically wanted you to give him a government lesson starting with the fifties and then go over military technological advancements - a lot of Stark Industries stuff. “You might as well. We’re gonna be spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Why don’t you do personal?” You stopped your reading, tapping a finger on the table as you chewed on your cheek. “Sorry. You don’t hafta share if it’s too personal. I get it. I was never really into sharing my emotions, either.”

Turning your head to him, your lips pursed thoughtfully. His head was ducked, his blonde hair previously parted and styled was falling into his eyes, which were trained on his linked hands in his lap. His forehead was still creased, but it was more contemplative than confused as it was previously. 

“I specialize in undercover operations.” Ignoring the way he whipped his head to you, slight surprise in those blues that you were answering his question, your head dropped back to the files, trying to act nonchalantly. “Before that I grew up in foster homes. My parents died when I was little. Drunk driver. No one survived. I was…two. I think. Maybe three. I learned to keep my head down to stay out of trouble; be the kid whoever had me wanted me to be. Anyways, I’m used to playing other people. I’m not really used to being myself.”

The room was blanketed with a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, but it was welcomed as Rogers processed what you had just told him. His voice was quiet, almost shy, when he spoke up. “You can be yourself with me…if you want.”

You looked over at him again, your lips turning up slightly as you met his sincere gaze. “Thanks. You can be yourself with me too, Captain Rogers.”

“Let’s start with you calling me Steve, Agent Y/L/N.”

Your features broke into a bigger grin as you nodded, accepting his terms. “Alright, Steve. I don’t really have a preference. Just don’t call me Agent. I get flashbacks to every conversation with Fury.”

Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes shut, his nose scrunching up. “Alright.” He agreed with a beam. “I think I can avoid that, honey.”

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FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME - CHAPTER 9

Author: bbhkjiexofics Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut (later chapters), slow burn Au: Idol!Au Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content Pairing: Jongin x Reader (feat. EXO members) Word count: 7.8k

A/N: Here’s the final chapter for this round of updates for FNG! I hope you guys stay tuned because the FLUFF ugh. Deadly. Also…… Smut is coming (?) HEHE. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 9

After begging and pleading with Jongin for him to let you change out of your sweats, he finally agreed with your little puppy-dog pout.

“You really don’t have to change, you know? I’d gladly take you out on a date even if you wore a trash bag.”

You sigh as you hold on to his hands, “I just want to feel pretty. You look so nice, I don’t want to be in sweats on our first date..”

He analyzes your features -- your big doe eyes, how your eyelashes are fluttering, and the way you’re pouting right now. How could he ever deny you?

“Okay, fine..” He sighs and you jump happily, Jongin smiling at you warmly.

“Take all the time you need, sweets.” He gives your hands a small squeeze before you start making your way upstairs to your room.

“Sweets!” Sehun calls out to you and you turn back to look at him.

“We’ll be damned if we won’t be able to help pick an outfit for you.” He crosses his arms to his chest as Junmyeon and Baekhyun stand beside him, signaling that this is not a debate you could win.

“Uhh.. I’m not gonna have you guys be peeping on me while I change.”

“We aren’t pervs, you weirdo!” Baekhyun smacks your arm lightly, causing you to let out a giggle.

“And not to be mean or anything but..” Junmyeon starts, rubbing a nervous hand to his nape as Sehun sighs frustratedly, “Basically what we’re saying is, we’re not gonna have you go on your first date with Jongin looking like you’re about to take Blue out on a morning ride.”

You fake a gasp at his hurtful comment, bringing a hand to your chest. This isn’t the first time you and Sehun have argued over your fashion choices. He would often mock you for wearing the same riding boots every morning and giggle at you when you’d go out wearing jeans when it’s too hot out, the roads probably able to fry an egg at the immense heat of the sun.

But that was before they all knew that you were hiding your scar and it kind of made you feel nervous to have to reveal it to them, not wanting to disclose the story behind it. Though now that they know everything about your past, what is there left to hide?

It would be nice to finally dress up a bit. Especially for a date with Jongin.

A pretty dress would be perfect for this. You thought.

You look towards Jongin and he’s just looking at you adoringly, loving the way the members interact with you and you take it as a sign that it’s okay for these weirdos to help you get into an outfit for your first date.

“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes at the three excited dorks as they follow you up to your bedroom.

You lay out three outfit choices as Baekhyun leisurely plops himself down on your bed and Junmyeon takes a seat by your vanity, Sehun is still rummaging through your disarrayed closet despite the fact that you’ve already laid out options for them to choose from.

“Sehunnie, the outfits are here.” You point towards your bed but he just simply ignores you, continuing to sift through your closet, “Sehun, what else could you possibly be looking for?”

He finally glances towards the choices, Baekhyun and Junmyeon giving you disapproving looks as well, “What!?”

“You are not wearing jeans, Y/n.” Baekhyun points to one of the three jeans you’ve laid out and shoves it off the bed. “Hey! Those are my nicest pair!”

He sticks a tongue out to you as you pick up the jeans from the floor, patting it down and placing it back on the bed.

Junmyeon joins Sehun by your closet, eyeing out any options that you could wear to your date when he spots a dress at the back of your wardrobe. All hung up and looking brand new, “That one!”

Sehun pauses as he looks towards Junmyeon approvingly, taking the hanger off the rail to show you the floral dress in all its glory.

“That!? I haven’t worn that in years. I doubt it’ll even fit!” You whine.

“Just try it on! You’ll never know!” Sehun shoves the dress towards you and you pout at him.

“That won’t work on us, sweets. That only works on Jongin.” He grins at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you groan frustratedly, grabbing the dress from him. “If this doesn’t fit-“

“It’ll fit! Just try it on already!” Baekhyun sits up from your bed excitedly.

You roll your eyes as Junmyeon pushes your stubborn self towards the bathroom.

You’re amazed that the zipper was even able to go all the way up, you haven’t worn this dress since you were in university. You haven’t worn a dress in years, if you’re being honest. The last time you got all dolled up was during your last Christmas with your parents.

Even if you didn’t have a full-length mirror in your bathroom to check on yourself fully, your reflection in the mirror hanging above your sink was enough to put a small smile on your face.

I actually feel pretty.

You examine yourself a bit more, turning around to check on the back to make sure there weren’t any loose threads here and there.

The dress was predominantly white and had a pretty pink and red floral design. It had long sleeves and the hem reached just above your knees. It wasn’t too tight but the top part of the dress hugged your torso perfectly while the skirt fluttered beautifully. In fact, it still fit you exquisitely. The cleavage wasn’t that low either but it still flattered your chest area. And there was a tie that you wrapped around your waist, forming a perfect bow that sit perfectly at the side of the dress.

However, when you take one final look at yourself, you’re irked by the sight of your scar. It was pretty evident now -- no jeans, socks, or shoes to hide the hideous scar of your past memory.

“Any minute now, sweets!” Sehun knocked impatiently at your bathroom door causing you to jump a little and you hurriedly take one final look at yourself, patting your hair roughly to remove any strands that may have stuck up when you were changing.

You take one final look at your scar and let out a deep breath before opening your bathroom door, revealing yourself to the three boys waiting for you.

Baekhyun whistled as Junmyeon clapped at the sight of you, “Damn, sweets!!!” Baekhyun gets off the bed to observe you closer.

“Okay, give us a twirl!” Sehun motions with his finger and you begrudgingly turn around for them, rolling your eyes in the process.

“It’s perfect! Jongin could very much faint.” Junmyeon snickers.

“Are you guys sure?” You adjust the hem of your dress, feeling conscious now that the boys were eyeing you up and down.

“Sweets,” Sehun grabs you by your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him, “have some confidence will you?”

You give him a small smile but you drop your head once again, hiding your scarred foot behind your other one and the three catch sight of this.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n. Jongin’s jaw will drop to the floor.” Junmyeon tells you reassuringly as a blush creeps up your cheeks.

“I don’t even have any makeup on..” You rub your arms up and down, taking a step back from Sehun, your confidence diminishing by the second despite their compliments.

“You don’t need it.” Baekhyun starts, “But if it’ll make you more comfortable, we can leave you to it.”

You smile up at him, “Give me ten minutes?”

They nod at you as they make their way out of your bedroom, “Don’t take too long now, okay? I can feel Jongin’s excitement from here.” Junmyeon giggles before you nod at him.

“And sweets?”

“Yeah?”

“You really are beautiful. I hope you know that.” He smiles at you before closing your door, leaving you to start doing your makeup.

Well, well, well. Look who we have here.

Leave. Me. Alone.

You really think getting all dolled up will mask your anxiousness and fear, Y/n?

Shut up!

Oh, sweetie. No amount of makeup can ever hide just how broken you are.

I said, SHUT UP!

You slam your hands on your vanity as you quickly stand up, looking at yourself as you heave out heavy breaths.

You close your eyes and try to inhale and exhale slowly, calming your thumping heart and ragged breathing. You look at your reflection -- only halfway through your makeup. The ticking clock echoing throughout your bedroom filling your ears.

You’re terrified. You don’t want to ruin this. You don’t want your past to ruin this.

You can’t let it ruin what you have with Jongin. And you’ll be damned if you let it.

You calmly sit back down, inhaling and trying to rid off the shakiness of your hands before you put on the finishing touches of your makeup. Just a little blush, a curl of your lashes and some mascara, and finally some tinted lip balm and you’re good to go.

With one final look in the mirror you nod at yourself and put on some cute flats, leaving your bedroom and making your way downstairs to meet Jongin.

When you enter the dining room, all 9 boys were leisurely seated, waiting for you. Sehun who was sitting at the head of the table where you normally sat spotted you first, earning a huge shit-eating grin from the maknae.

The rest of the boys look towards your direction, their jaws dropping significantly and when you lock eyes with Jongin, he was practically shooting hearts out of his eyes at the sight of you.

It’s like all the air was knocked out of Jongin’s lungs. He tuned out all external noises and zoned in on you -- your blushed cheeks, perfect hair, luscious lips, and that dress. It was perfect.

You were perfect.

You suddenly felt self-conscious about the lack of response from the room, the silence slowly eating at your confidence and you end up chewing on your bottom lip, looking at the ground away from the 9 pairs of eyes.

Kyungsoo quickly nudges Jongin out of his hypnotized state, "Stop drooling and get your ass over there." He hurriedly closes his mouth and gets up from his seat and rushes towards you.

“Oh my God..” When you look back up at him, eyes locking, he lets out a sigh, “You are so beautiful, Y/n.”

You can’t help but look away from him as you feel your face heat up. The way he was looking at you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were floating on air.

He made you feel so beautiful – as if he’d never laid eyes on anything so breathtaking in his life.

Jongin was the only one that ever made you feel this way.

“Thank you.” You murmur, shyness suddenly overtaking you as you continue to try and avoid his piercing gaze.

Jongin grabs both your hands, making you look up at him, “I’m honestly so speechless right now.. I’m sorry.” He chuckles nervously and you can spot a tinge of red appearing on his cheeks.

Adorable!

You giggle as well, you both standing awkwardly just basking in each other’s presence and at the fact that this is finally happening.

Your first date with Kim Jongin.

“I think it’s time for us to go.” Junmyeon tells the rest of the boys as they make their way out of the dining room, giving you and Jongin knowing smiles and little winks here and there.

“Oh! Before I forget!” Kyungsoo rushes to the kitchen, fetching a picnic basket and hands it over to Jongin with a wink.

Your eyes widen, “What’s this?”

Jongin chuckles at you as he lifts one of your hands to his lips, giving it a sweet kiss that sends shivers down your spine, butterflies in your belly, and an immense blush to your face.

He looks into your eyes as he plants another quick kiss to the back of your hand, “Follow me.”

“Jongin,” You don’t know why you felt the urge to whisper but him leading you to the back of the green field towards the woods just made it seemed appropriate to not make any loud sounds, “where are we going?”

He only giggles at one of the many questions you’ve been throwing at him as you made your way to the woods.

“You’re not some serial killer are you?”

Jongin pauses as he looks at you, “Do you trust me?”

You sigh at just how beautiful he looks under the moonlight. His sleeves rolled up, his strong hand gripping yours, veins prominent on his arms. How his hair seemed to look more silver than blonde under the night sky, and how his eyes seemed to hold so much tenderness and affection for you – he was absolutely the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Yes.” You breathe.

He gives you another one of his warm smiles as he navigates you deeper into the woods and you can’t help but feel a sort of familiarity with this path he’s leading you in.

And when he suddenly stops, you are met with a dazzling view of the city – a view that seemed awfully familiar to you but yet in all the years you’ve been living in this house, you have seemingly forgotten about.

As he looks towards you and your wide eyes meet his, fairy lights illuminate you both, hanging from the trees around you and it’s like the whole world just lit up in front of your very eyes.

Jongin has managed to light up your life.

This spot, the perfect night sky that seems to have all the stars in the galaxy twinkling down at you both, the glow of the fairy lights around you, the crisp night air, and Jongin right beside you – everything was absolutely a dream.

And that’s when your eyes zone in on it. That bench.

The bench that your father made for your mother when they first bought this house.

You were rendered speechless. This is why it was so familiar to you. Your parents would take you down here when you were a kid but as you grew older, trips down here became less and less until you just completely forgot about this spot.

“Jongin.. How?” You felt your eyes start to well up from all the past memories that have started to pour in.

He brings you closer to the bench, setting the picnic basket down and looking up at you once again, taking both your hands in his. “The past few days when you were in your room, I would help Uncle Jae take care of your horses. He told me a lot of stories about you and he started interrogating me about my intentions with you.” He chuckles and you shut your eyes out of pure embarrassment as a small grimace overtakes your face imagining what Uncle Jae could’ve possibly told Jongin.

“I told him that I asked you out on a date before everything happened and you agreed but I just didn’t know how to bring it up with you again so, he showed me this spot.”

He looks towards the view and you follow his gaze. He directs his attention back to you as you soak in the city lights in front of you, the moonlight causing your skin to glow, the beautiful smile on your face, and the way the subtle wind was blowing through your hair, he was completely and utterly mesmerized and he couldn’t believe his luck.

Jongin keeps his attention on you as you continue to relish the view, “He told me how your father built this for your mom when they first moved in. How they would bring you here when you were a kid and I just thought it would be perfect.”

You look at him now with teary eyes and he starts to panic, “Oh my God, did I overstep? I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s absolutely perfect, Jongin.” You take a step forward, encasing your arms around his neck as you tiptoe to hug him. Inhaling your favorite smell of cotton and musk and loving the way his strong arms wrap around you in return.

This. This is my safe place now.

You hear him sigh against the hug, “Thank you, Jongin.” You release him and your faces were merely inches apart and it almost causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” Your voice barely a whisper.

He stares at your eyes before scanning all around your face, “Anything for you.” Jongin brings a hand to your cheek and you lean against his touch, closing your eyes and savoring this perfect moment.

You slowly open your eyes to find him staring at your lips, and you could feel the rapid beats of your heart and the way your breath is shortening at the proximity of you both.

Jongin inches closer ever so slowly, his gaze on your lips diverting to your eyes, finding any hesitation from you before he asks what he’s been dying to.

“Y/n..” The way he whispers your name sends shivers down your spine. “Can I kiss you?”

The inches between your faces turn into centimeters, he stops himself from going nearer, just one pucker and his lips would meet yours but he was patiently waiting for your reply.

“Please.” You manage to say before Jongin completely closes the gap.

Your eyes flutter closed as his soft plush lips pressed against yours. One hand gently cups your face while the other rests on your waist. He tasted like honey and the way he moved his lips made your body instantly warm up.

You know those kisses that just made you feel all the sparks? Those kisses that made you feel like you were suddenly floating and made you have a gazillion butterflies fluttering in your belly?

This. This was that type of kiss.

He continues to kiss you as he angles your chin up higher so he could deepen the kiss and you hum in approval, causing him to bring your bodies closer together and you could feel his warmth cover you.

Jongin was completely lost and he might just go crazy. The noises you were making were turning him on as seconds pass and he knew he had to stop himself before he’d get too carried away and scare you off.

You were a piece of fragile crystal that he was too terrified to break.

So after a few more seconds, he begrudgingly releases you as he rests his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed as he brings both hands to cup your face, inhaling the scent of you as he tries to memorize the feeling of your lips captured by his.

“Wow.” He finally breathed.

“Wow.” You echoed, causing his eyes to open to find you gazing at him adoringly, your eyes were crinkled at the sides due to you smiling so widely and if his heart could explode from joy, now would be the moment.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to taste him again and he sees this and he just couldn’t help it. He dove in for another breathtaking kiss and you giggle as he continues to give you butterfly kisses.

“I think Kyungsoo will get mad if we don’t eat the food that he prepared.” He says in between kisses, not wanting to let you go just yet which causes you to smile.

“You’re right.” And with one final smooch, you peel away from him slowly. He flashes you an adorable pout which causes you to release another giggle and you kiss his cheek which instantly puts a smile on his beautiful face.

He places the picnic mat on the ground and you take the picnic basket, placing it in front of you as he settles beside you, watching you while you take out the food that Kyungsoo prepared for your date.

“Remind me to thank Kyungsoo later.” You say but don’t receive a response from him and when you finally look at Jongin, he was just gazing at you intently. His eyes holding so much adoration and fondness for you and no matter how hard he tried, he can’t seem to find the strength to look away.

“Earth to Jongin?” You tease as you wave a hand in front of his face.

He just continues to stare at you which causes you to blush, “What? Is there something on my face?”

He shakes his head slightly, bringing his hand to cup your face once again, “You’re just so beautiful, love.”

Love.

Your eyes widen instantaneously at the pet name and he giggles at your shocked appearance, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Too much?”

You shake your head immediately, “N-no! I, uhm,” you clear your throat and look away, “I like it.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you look back at him shyly.

He bites his lip as he brings his thumb and index finger to your chin, gripping it to draw your face closer to his, “Then.. Can I kiss you again, love?”

You nod your head in response as you aren’t able to seemingly form words, hypnotized by the sultriness of his voice and the way his eyes turn dark at the sight of your blushed cheeks.

His lips were on yours again, tasting you and he has to muster all the self-control he has to not slip his tongue in yours. So after just a few seconds, he pulls away and moves to kiss your eyes that were still closed. Then he moves to plant kisses on your nose, your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly, he kisses your lips once more before nudging his nose against yours.

“I can’t believe this is real.” He sighs.

You giggle before kissing his lips quickly and turning towards the picnic basket, continuing to bring out the food that was inside.

Jongin helps you lay the food out on the mat – there was a bottle of wine, plastic cups, sandwiches, melted chocolate, and a pack of strawberries (which Jongin says he got permission from Baekhyun from so it’s all good).

He pours the wine into both your cups, offering you yours before he raises his own for a toast. “A toast.”

“What are we toasting to?” You giggle.

“To the first of many nights under the stars, love.” He gives you the most adoring smile.

You smile back at him before clinking your cup to his gently, “To the first of many.”

Your date with Jongin has been perfect so far. You feed each other strawberries, laugh about the silliest things, and tease each other like you were best friends.

Both of you a little tipsy from the wine but choosing not to go overboard as you both want to remember this moment clearly.

You were laughing hard at Jongin’s story of how they all mistakenly shrunk Sehun’s uniform in high school because they didn’t know how to do laundry at the dorm so Sehun was forced to wear a tight shirt to school the next day.

Jongin was completely in love with your laugh, he couldn’t get enough of it so every time he managed to get a few giggles out of you, it’s like his heart could burst from pure bliss.

“I could listen to your laugh the whole day and never get tired of it.”

You stop laughing, glancing at him before snorting, “You’re just tipsy from all that wine.”

“I’m serious. I think your laugh is my favorite sound in the whole world.”

You turn away from him to face the view, trying to hide your blushed face from him, “And that,” he points to your cheeks, “is the most adorable thing about you.”

You bring your hands to cover your cheeks, making your lips pucker a bit like a fish. He giggles at you, “Stop laughing! Now you’re making me conscious!”

This just makes him laugh harder and you slap his arm to make him stop, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, love. You’re just so cute.” He smiles at you as he removes your hands from your cheeks gently and gives each cheek a peck.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispers, his lips were basically hovering over yours.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, “Yes you have, Jongin. You’ve been saying it so much I feel like you’ve programmed your brain to say it every 5 minutes or so.” You tease to hide the giddiness that you feel. No matter how many times he may compliment you, you always feel the same butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckles lowly before he shrugs, “I’m just speaking my mind here.” His eyes gaze at your dress, “And this dress.. This dress was made for you.”

“This?” You play with the bow on the side of your dress, “I haven’t worn this since I was in university.” You laugh nervously.

Jongin has observed that every time you talk about your university days, there is always this nervousness that coats your voice. “Have you ever thought about going back?”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “T-to university?”

He nods, “I mean, you did mention that being a vet was your dream. And honestly, I think you’d be the best vet in the world.”

You laugh at his overconfident tone, “Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch.”

“It’s true though. Uncle Jae told me that you always used to get 4.0 GPAs and you were even on a full scholarship.”

You chew at the bottom of your lip, shy at the fact that Uncle Jae told Jongin things about your university days, “I don’t know..” You shake your head lightly, looking away from him, “Maybe it’s too late to go back now.”

“Well, I can tell that you loved it. And if you love something, you should never give up on it. It can never be too late to get back on the saddle.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, proud of his pun.

You laugh incredulously, “I appreciate the pun.” Your laugh fizzles out as you start to think about Jongin’s suggestion.

Should I go back? What if it’s too late? What if when I go back, things won’t be the same and I’ll come to realize that it’s not my dream anymore?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” He says, a grin coating his voice.

“It’s just scary to think about right now. I don’t know if I’m ready..” You trail.

He cups your face, gently rubbing a thumb on your cheek, “The fact that you’re thinking about it is good enough for now. Don’t pressure yourself too much, love. But it’s always good to keep your doors open, okay? You’ll never be ready when it comes to big decisions like this but you won’t know how far you can go unless you try.”

You look at how his eyes just hold so much care and gentleness. How does he always know what to say to calm your thumping heart and make it feel like it’s about to beat out of your chest at the same time?

“How do you always know what to say?”

Jongin shrugs, “Maybe I’m just a wise bear who happens to have swept you off your feet.”

You slap him on the arm again, causing him to erupt in a fit of giggles, “More like a cocky bear, if you ask me.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hey!” he sits up a little straighter, removing himself from his previous position of laying down on the picnic mat as he rests his head on his propped up hand, “Can’t I be a wise, cocky, and cute bear?”

You analyze his face, making him turn his head from side to side as you suck on your teeth, “Nah,” you shake your head lightly at him, “Bum Bum is way cuter than you.”

He fakes a gasp as he brings his hand to his chest, “Take that back.”

“Nu uh.” You tease.

“Take it back!” He starts to come nearer and you know what’s about to happen. His fingers already wiggling in front of him.

“I said take it back or else I’m going to tickle you.” He threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You stare at him straight in the eyes, a challenging tone coating your voice.

“Try me.” And his fingers go straight to your sides, tickling you until you plop down on the mat, you’re laughter echoing throughout the woods.

“Okay, okay!! I take it back!! Stop p-please!!” You manage to say in between his tickling attack.

“Say I’m cute!” Jongin moves his tickles to your neck and you squeeze your eyes shut as more laughter erupts out of you.

“F-fine!! You’re cute!!”

He finally stops as he laughs at you trying to catch your breath. When you finally open your eyes, it’s only now that you realize that his upper half is hovering over you, his lower half lay on your side and the distance between you leaves little to the imagination as his hands are positioned on either side of your head, caging you.

Jongin sees your eyes widen a bit and your cheeks growing a tint of red. This is his favorite view.

He inches nearer and removes the strays of hair that’s fallen on your face, “I think I like you much more than you think, Y/n.” He whispers just above your lips.

“And maybe I like you much more than you think, Jongin.” You whisper back.

He smiles at you and he licks his lips, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes, his desire to taste you once again growing stronger and stronger by the second, “Does this mean I get to kiss you whenever I want?”

You gaze at all the features on his face. From this close proximity, you can basically count all his eyelashes and map out all the little things you love – the crinkles at the sides of his eyes when he smiles, the chocolate brown color of his eyes, his smooth skin, perfect nose, adorable dimples, and his pillow-like lips that you can’t seem to get enough of.

“I think you ask too many questions.” Your voice just above a whisper.

He smirks at your response before he crashes his lips to yours. This kiss was different, it was needier. He moved his head from side to side as your arms wrap around his neck.

He licks your bottom lip and it made you gasp, he slips his tongue in and starts to caress yours. He tasted like wine and strawberries and you hum in approval as he deepens the kiss even more, nipping at your bottom lip as you fist his hair and he groans softly. His kisses moving to your jaw then slowly down your neck and you let out a small whimper.

He bites your neck a bit but before he can give you a mark, his phone starts to ring in his pocket which startles you.

“Fuck.” He mutters against your neck, the ringing turning his frustration into anger by the second at how it just fucking ruined the moment.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket to drop the call and he starts to kiss you hungrily once again and you moan into his mouth, only for it to be cut off by another ring of his phone.

“You should get that.” You said breathily in between kisses, still unable to process fully how he was devouring you.

“I’m busy.” He responds curtly as he presses his chest against yours, closing the gap between your bodies. Even if his whole body wasn’t hovering over you, the friction that his chest elicited against you was enough for you to feel yourself tingling in your core.

You both moan softly as your tongues dance with each other, savoring the combined taste of you both as you spill out your feelings towards each other into your kisses.

However, Jongin’s phone just can’t seem to stop ringing and you can’t help but feel off-put by the noise, “Jongin,” you breathe out as you pull away from his lips reluctantly, “just get it.”

Jongin presses his forehead against yours before sighing heavily, groaning before he mutters an apology before finally checking to see who’s calling him.

When he sees the caller ID, you see his jaw clench and his eyes narrow slightly.

“Who is it?” You caress his cheek and he brings his gaze back to you, softening significantly at the sight of your swollen lips and rose-tinted cheeks.

“No one important.” He shakes his head before leaning back down to give you a peck on the lips, peeling himself off you as he sits back up on the mat. His mood has definitely soured and you can tell just by the stiffness of his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” You sit back up as well, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” He whispers, not meeting your eyes as he tries to focus on the view of the city’s skyline.

“Jongin..” You move a hand to his chin, forcing him to look at you, “You can tell me, you know?”

His eyes lock with yours as he removes your hand on his chin, taking it in his as he gives butterfly kisses to your knuckles. You smile at the gentle gesture but nudge him once again, making sure he knew that that wouldn’t distract you from your question.

He sighs as he reluctantly meets your eyes once again. He knows he can’t lie to you nor keep any secrets from you.

“That was my mom.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen, “Why didn’t you answer? It might be important.”

“I told you, it’s not important.”

“Jongin, she’s your mom. How could it not be important?” Your eyebrows furrow worriedly as his expression changes.

“We’re just going to talk about the same thing and I’m tired of it.” He sighs as he lets go off your hand and you slowly move closer to him, wanting to learn more but also not wanting to push him away.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m all ears.”

He only hums so you continue on, hoping that this would convince him to open up to you, “You know a lot about me and I’d love to know more about you too, Jongin..”

He looks at you and sees just how your eyes have turned doe-eyed and how your lips have formed a slight pout. He leans in closer, “I told you not to pout.” He kisses you softly before sighing and gazing at the view in front of you once more.

You wait patiently for him to speak up and before he does, he breathes deeply, “I’m not in good terms with my sister. Ever since my dad’s funeral, we haven’t spoken to each other. My mom’s been trying to get us both to talk and fix things but I just don’t think I can.”

“Was she the one calling you when we were talking about us the first time?” He only nods in reply.

“Why aren’t you and your sister not in good terms?”

“She said some pretty shitty things to me and maybe, I kind of believe everything she said.” He smiles sadly to himself.

“Like what kind of things..” You lace your arm around his, hoping that this would serve as a comforting gesture for him to open up.

He sighs but gratefully welcomes your embrace, “She said that maybe if I was home more often, he wouldn’t be worried sick all the time. That maybe if I talked to my dad more often, he wouldn’t be wondering about how I was doing. She said that I was the reason why my dad got sicker and ultimately why he stopped fighting to stay alive.”

You were shocked about what you were hearing. How could she blame Jongin for the death of their father? He wasn’t the reason why he got sick. He wasn’t the reason why he passed.

“Jongin,” you firmly grip his arm, “you shouldn’t blame yourself for your dad’s death. That isn’t something that anyone could control.”

“Am I not to blame though?” He chuckles lowly, sarcasm draping his tone. “I mean, she is right. I was barely home, I couldn’t even check up on him, couldn’t even return his calls.” He scoffs at himself.

“Even though you weren’t able to doesn’t mean that you’re the reason he died. Didn’t you tell me he’s been battling this sickness for a while? Why should the blame fall on you?” The sound of your voice was slowly starting to increase as you start to grow frustrated for Jongin.

“Because his last wish was for me to be by his side when he was in the hospital and though I tried to take care of him from time to time, my schedule just wouldn’t allow it. I also worked too hard to be where I am now and he was the one that pushed me to do the things I’m doing – to be able to enjoy what I love the most. I thought that working hard and staying focused was the best way to honor him but my sister thought differently.”

He releases a deep sigh, “She said that I was selfish and ungrateful and that I didn’t bring anything to my father except stress and hurt.”

You gasped quietly. How could someone be so cruel?

He laughs to himself as he reminisces the last time he saw his father. “I was so hurt by her words but funnily enough, I believed her. So I stayed away. Even if my dad would ask for me, I wouldn’t come because I just couldn’t see him in pain anymore knowing that I helped cause his pain..” He trails as you see his eyes start to glisten.

You immediately cup his face so that he could face you but his eyes refuse to meet yours, “I didn’t get to see him and say goodbye..” He grimaces.

“Jongin..” You inch closer, hugging him and rubbing your hands on his back. You didn’t know what to say. You knew a thing or two about grief and not being able to say goodbye but you didn’t know how to comfort someone who felt such immense guilt for something that was not their fault.

Ironic for someone who blames themselves for everything bad that’s happened in their life even though it was beyond your control.

So this is what it feels like.

This is what the boys probably felt as they tried to comfort you when you finally told them about the pains of your past – helplessness.

“Even though we all knew he was sick, I felt -- feel, as though I led him to face death quicker.” You feel him sigh against your shoulder and you hug him tighter, exhaling a breath as you feel his pain, “It’s my fault.” He quivers.

“Shh, shh. It’s not your fault, Jongin.” You pull him away from you, “Look at me.”

He lets his eyes meet yours slowly, the sadness in them causing you to inhale sharply. This is a sight you never want to see again. His pain and sadness has become yours and it’s now that you realized just how much Jongin affects you. How every emotion he feels echoes your soul. His joy could magnify your joy by ten but his sadness can also do the same.

If seeing Jongin like this causes you to feel this much for him, you wonder as well if he feels the same towards you. But with how he always manages to take care of you and make you feel as though you are never alone, that he’s always there by your side, you can’t not be here for him.

Jongin was your safe place and you’ll do everything you can to make sure you’re his.

“You are not to blame, Jongin. What your sister said could have been fueled by her own emotions as well at the time but you should not feel guilty about something you did not do. I know what it feels like to not be able to say goodbye,” You swallow down the lump in your throat as you try and fixate the determination in your voice, “and I understand the guilt eating you away and the sadness and pain you must have felt to not be able to say goodbye to your father. But you are not the reason why he passed, Jongin. It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault.”

You lean your forehead against his, “I won’t let you blame yourself.” You whisper.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for what’s happened to you either, Y/n..” He trails.

You knew he was right and everything was easier said than done for you both but if being in this journey of forgiveness was going to be hard, you’d want nothing more than to be on that journey with Jongin together.

After a short moment of silence, both your foreheads still pressed against each other, he finally mutters, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to have anything ruin this date.”

You eye him in disbelief, “You didn’t ruin anything, Jongin. I’m so happy you opened up to me. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to keep things from me. I don’t want that for us..”

Jongin felt relief rush through him. Not only did you understand his deepest emotions but you've also managed to ebb away all the doubt and guilt that has been creeping up on him for so long.

He doesn’t know how you do it when everyone else has been trying their hardest to help him get by but there was just something about you that ultimately brightens his soul.

And he vows from this moment on to cherish you for everything you have done for him so far.

He pulls away from you as he scans your face, bringing his hand to cup your cheek as he slowly leans in to steal a long and gentle kiss. “Okay, no secrets, my love.”

My love.

You give him a warm smile as you lean into his touch, you can’t help but feel giddy at his pet name for you – a pet name only he can call you. It makes you wonder if these feelings you have for each other are becoming too fast-paced but deep down you knew that everything about this felt right.

He wasn’t Rowoon and he never will be. Rowoon never made you feel taken care of, never made you feel like you weren’t ever alone. Rowoon never made you feel understood or loved.

And it may be too early to tell and even admit to yourself but slowly and surely, you knew that you were falling in love with Kim Jongin.

“You can always count on me, Jongin.” You smile at him, trying to make sure that your tone is convincing enough and relays just how genuine your words are.

He leans in and kisses you softly again, “And you can always count on me, Y/n. Thank you..” He whispers against your lips.

You continue talking, kissing, laughing, teasing, until your eyes start feeling heavy and the alcohol is slowly starting to make you tipsier and tipsier.

You both lay flat against the picnic mat as Jongin points out stars to you, telling you why their beauty could never compare to yours and you smack him on the chest as you laugh to your heart’s content.

He fakes a wince from your hit, “I think alcohol makes you ten times stronger or something.”

“You’re just weak, Jongin.” You snicker.

He brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms and cuddling you as you lay your head on his chest and he places a kiss to the top of your head, “Weak only for you.”

You swat at his chest again lightly as you giggle, “You’re such a sap.”

Jongin chuckles at your retort, “You want to head back inside now? Your eyes keep on closing.” He whispers and you’re too sleepy to use words now as you nod in agreement.

He slowly stands up and you reach your arms out to him causing him to chuckle softly as he helps you get up from the picnic mat. You both clean up and make your way back to the house but not before Jongin pins you against a tree, suddenly caging you with his arms as he hungrily takes your lips once again.

His kisses travel from your lips, down your jaw, until finally reaching your neck. He devoured every bit of you he could and savored every reaction he got from you. From how you moan in his mouth, how you whimpered when he nipped on your neck, and how you chest heaved up and down as his grip on your waist tightened.

You make out for what seems like forever until he hesitatingly stops, your eyes are closed and you seem to be chasing his lips unconsciously and he giggles at you, “Can’t get enough, I see.” He smirks, lust coating his voice and you have to close your legs together to hopefully get rid of the warmth you’re feeling in between your legs.

“You’re the one who put me against a tree and started making out with me.” You raise an eyebrow at him, “So I think it’s you who can’t get enough.” You bite your lips and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just being drunk on him that makes you have this newfound confidence as your voice drips in seduction.

He licks his lips and his gaze turns darker, if his eyes could strip you off your clothing, you’d be naked right now in the middle of the woods.

Jongin was seriously hanging by a thread from keeping himself from trying to fuck you right here and now.

“Let’s head inside before I do something.. drastic.” His tone turns low and his gaze is hypnotizing. All you can manage is a gulp.

He chuckles at you and just like that, he manages to turn back into Kim Jongin. That sexy demon just a few seconds ago was not Jongin, that was someone else. Maybe that was what people were raving about when it came to him.

Yes, I’ve looked him up, okay? How could I not? And, yes. I’ve watched all the fancams. I probably died and got resurrected several times.

No, that person that just made your core tingle, that made you want to let him devour you with just one look.

That was Kai.

­A/N: WELL HELLO. Told ya’ll smut was coming buuuuut not quite yet. (Please don’t kill me hahaha at least ya’ll got a sneak peek). Anyways, the next chapter will definitely have smut. I PROMISE LMAO. I hope you enjoyed this round of updates! Stay tuned next week for 3 new chapters! I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far! I super appreciate and love all your support and lovely messages. <3

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let’s break the ice | m.l | two

🏒  SYNOPSIS— in which your college’s hockey team crashes your lunch plans after practice and you have to get away before dying of embarrassment 🏒 GENRE— fluff, humor, crack, college!au, ice hockey!au 🏒 PAIRING— ice hockey captain!mark lee x reader 🏒 WORD COUNT— 1.5k 🏒 WARNINGS— sexual innuendos made; povs switching during the same scene; cursing 

🏒 AUTHOR’S NOTE— oh shit, does that say part two?? l m a o

y’all asked for it, so here it is! i’m turning this into a mini-series featuring random snapshots of mark with his love interest! no regular updates, the parts are just going to be randomly uploaded as we go. surprise surprise! i have a couple of moments planned already, so stay tuned! (i’m still working on the requests i have left as well as my other wips, please be patient with me!)

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You take that back, you absolutely hate hockey. More specifically, you hate the handsome devils that make up NCT U’s team and how they turned your meal with Jaemin and Jeno to a team dinner. 

You hate how they are relentless in their teasing and force you into a chair right next to their captain. And you absolutely despise how all eyes are on you as Mark tries to strike a conversation with you.

The group decided to forgo your original plans of eating at a Thai place, opting to visit the local diner they frequented instead. You felt sorry for the person waiting on your group; having to deal with a loudmouth team that wanted to split the check was always a struggle. They just smiled as they readied your seating, pushing several tables together to accommodate your group. They quickly took your drink orders, the others ordering milkshakes and sodas while you and Mark just asked for waters. Your friends mocked you for even getting the same drink and it just went spiraling from there.

“I’m so sorry about them,” Mark whispers under his breath, hand coming up to cover his small face. “They’re being dumb. I’ll tell them to stop.”

He’s leaning his body towards yours and you feel the team’s stares as you move to cover your mouth. “Are they like this all the time? I mean, I know Jaemin and Donghyuck are but the rest, questionable.”

He rolls his brown eyes to convey his extremely annoyed state, “They’re nosy assholes, all of them.” Mark shoots his mates a glare that’s meant to be intimidating but it’s far from that off the ice. He looks like an upset little puppy, face crinkled and eyes rounded in the cutest way. You want to pinch his cheeks but you refrain from doing so. 

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” Donghyuck smirks from the other side of the table.

From beside him, Yangyang adds, “Yeah, share with the whole class!”

Mark groans— he can’t believe he has to deal with two loudmouths in his team. He looks to the older members: Sicheng is just silently grinning and Ten is wiggling his brows at the captain. The only one’s looking sorry for him are Jeno, the ever-so-sweet one sitting beside his boyfriend, and Sungchan, the shy new addition to the team. 

Jaemin, sitting on your right while Mark is squished on your left, laughs, “You’re not talking about being smashed by him, are you?” He’s obviously taking pleasure in your pain. You don’t think they’re ever going to let that go.

You smack him across the arm and he winces at the stinging contact, surprised by your strength. “Oh my god, stop! No one was supposed to hear that!”

“And yet, everybody did,” Yangyang says teasingly, eyes slotted and mouth upturned into a shit-eating grin. You don’t think he should be talking, you’ve seen his struggles with the person in the dinosaur mascot suit but that’s another story.

“Let’s just forget everything about that, please!” 

“I, uh, agree,” Mark says, clearing his throat. He smiles nervously at you and you return it with a shy one of your own. God, how can one person be so attractive? 

“So cuuuuute,” Donghyuck coos and the other players follow, loving the way their captain cringes at their voices. Not being able to take it anymore, you put your face in your hands as Jaemin joins in on the commotion. 

What in the world did you do to deserve this treatment, you wonder as your face heats up in your hold. You’re at the point where yanking your hair out sounds like a better time than dealing with the jokes the boys are throwing your way. You don’t know how much more of this you can take. 

You feel Mark shift in his chair. He brings his lips to your ear to ask, “Do you, uh, I don’t know, maybe, wanna get outta here?” 

His voice is low, soft, and comes off as a bit timid as he presents the question but it still sets the butterflies free in your stomach. They’re flying around, tickling you in the weirdest way but you don’t mind— it’s been a while since your heart fluttered like this.

Biting back a huge smile, your cheeks make your eyes curl into little slits as you nodded enthusiastically. “Oh my god, yes please,” you answer as you scramble for your belongings. 

Mark wastes no time, pushing his metal chair out from under the table before pulling yours out. He grabs his team jacket and slings it over his shoulder before guiding you out the door, his hand gripping tightly onto yours. The group of boys yell at you to come back and you ignore them, too busy reeling at the feeling of Mark’s hand in yours. It’s warm and inviting, the way his fingers wrap around your smaller palm. 

The cold autumn breeze hits you as soon as he opens the door and it gets worse when you’re running down the street so one of the boys can’t chase after you. You’ve made it two blocks before you stop running and that’s when Mark finally notices that he’s still holding on tightly to your hand. 

“Oh, I, um, sorry,” he mumbles as he rushes to let go. His high cheeks are turning red and it clearly shows how flustered he is.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him with a giggle. 

The wind blows through the holes in your knit sweater and you shiver at the sudden cold. Ugh, why didn’t you think to bring a thicker jacket?

Mark notices and he immediately takes action. “Oh, here,” he says before taking his team jacket and draping it over your shoulders. You quickly try to tell him it’s okay and shrug it off but he insists on you wearing it, a small grin peeking out on his lips. He watches you slip your arms through the blue sleeves and pull your hands out through the orange and white lined ends.

Before you could get to it, the blond hastily zips the jacket up to the very top for you, his knuckles brushing against your chin. It leaves your heart beating wildly against your ribcage, fighting its way to come out. Mark takes a step back to admire the sight of you in his clothes— his last name embroidered on one side rests proudly against your chest and it looks damn good on you. 

“T—thanks,” you stutter, not used to being treated this way. The move was so incredibly sweet and you think it’ll live in your mind for the rest of your life, rent free, along with all the other cute things he does.

Mark’s grin widens. “Yeah, yeah, of course,” he replies, glad he’s not the one stumbling over his words for once. Maybe he’s staring at you in his jacket longer than he needs to but you don’t mind, not when he’s looking at you with shining eyes you want to get lost in. 

You don’t though, your little moment being interrupted by the loud growling of your empty stomach. Your eyes become circles and you’re suddenly burning up in his jacket. Wrapping your arms around your middle, you let out an uneasy laugh.

Mark’s bright laughter fills your ears and soon, you’re joining in too, quiet giggles shaking your body. 

He clears his throat and scrunches his nose at you. It’s an endearing look, you think, as you save the sight in your memory. “C’mon, let’s go get you some food,” he chuckles, slipping his hand into yours once again. 

Mark leads you down the street, a loose grip on your hand, and he hopes you don’t feel how clammy his palms are through your sweater paws. His eyes are darting to anything and everything but you, too scared to look you in the eye. He thinks if he spares one more look at you, he’ll combust. 

“You were gonna get some Thai food, right?” Mark asks. 

You glance at him and nod in agreement, “Yeah, there’s a place Jaemin and I usually go to. We were just gonna head there.” You tell him where it’s located and it’s a bit of a long walk. He didn’t mind though, he quite enjoyed holding your hand.

You don’t see it but Mark secretly pumps his fist when you initiate the interlocking of your fingers. The feeling of his hand in yours is so comforting, you don’t think you ever want to let go.

Peeping over at him, you catch him do the same to you at the exact same time, right down to the second. He blinks at you, eyes widened in shock and another burst of laughter bubbles through you, entertained at how ridiculously shy the both of you were. 

Seeing the university’s golden boy as fumbly as you were in this particular moment relaxes a bit of your nerves, though. Many people see the famous Mark Lee as this picture perfect student athlete but during this moment, you just see him as a boy.

You’re just a girl walking time with a boy and you think nothing else could ever beat this moment. 

© sehunniepotwrites, 2020

[dawn-cafe]

Modern AU meet-cute series

A/N: I didn't have to include a moodboard with this but I felt like being extra.  Also... this was meant to be just a headcanon list but here's a whole ficlet, I guess! Can’t decide if I’m gonna finish Childe’s or Diluc’s after this, so inputs are welcome. Requests are open, rules are here! -Hal

Prompt: meet-cute

Content includes: Part 1 of Modern AU meet-cute series. model!kaeya, semi-ooc kaeya i think, florist!reader

Pairing: kaeya x gn!reader

Kaeya: he's a model who's escaping the paparazzi and you're closing up your flower shop

Kaeya's a pretty big-name model in Mondstadt.

He's been featured in Fontaine Fashion Week for the past 2 years and has modeled for every season for Favonius & Co.'s works.

With such popularity, you'd think he'd have some sort of body guard to keep him away from the prying eyes of Teyvat Pop News.

But no, he's a pretty stubborn guy and Jean, his manager, never fails to give him a piece of her mind every time.

He finds himself escaping from a few paparazzi as he's walking home from the mall, so he detours and tries to find a place to rest after he think he's lost them.

Kaeya then spots the lights on inside a little flower shop and thinks, "Oh, thank god."

You're closing up your little flower shop, sweeping the floor of any fallen leaves and flower petals you've cut up for the day. Normally, you'd keep the shop running til evening, but something felt off and you couldn't place what it was. So it's only late afternoon, yet the shop sign has been flipped to 'CLOSED' and you're packing up hours before closing time. There's faint music coming from the back room and you're humming along to the tune when the serenity gets cut off by something knocking on glass. You jump in surprise, looking behind you to see someone by the porch. By the looks of it, they were out of breath from running.

Setting aside your cleaning equipment, you walk up to the door to see a blue-haired guy, dressed in similar-colored clothing, hands on his knees as he pants. He looks up at you with starry blue eyes and blows his bangs away. You think he looks familiar, and that he's breathtaking even when he looks frazzled.

The chimes ring as you open the door a crack. "Hey, sorry..." you start, "but we're closed for the day." you tell him halfheartedly.

Kaeya stands up and you see he's taller than you expected. He leans back and looks to the side past the road, and blue eyes meet yours in desperation. "Sorry, I'm trying to get away from... a few people." His head tilts to the side, puts on the best puppy-dog eyes he can muster, and clasps his hands together. "Can I come in and stay for a while?" he pleads.

It's bizarre, you think, that someone could look so innocently cute yet dangerously handsome at the same time. At first, your instinct is to open your mouth and agree to help him. Of course, if this was a bad situation and you're the only refuge he could find, who were you to deny him? Though there's also the possibility that this could be a really bad scheme, and he'll rob you as soon as you let him in. He looks too dashing to do such a thing, but you can never be too sure... but also do robbers even wear designer clothes like he does?

He senses the hesitation in the way you don't immediately respond. "I-It's nothing dangerous, I swear!" Kaeya's slim hands are held up in front of him in defense before he runs it through his deep blue locks. The cool afternoon breeze sweeps his cologne to your direction. He smells of mint, of fresh summer air and freedom. "The paparazzi won't get off my back and I could really use the help," He explains briefly.

At the mention of paparazzi, it makes so much more sense. You still don't remember where you've seen him, but he sure fits the role of some celebrity by the way he dresses and carries himself. That... and his face looks really attractive. He's still smiling at you with just the tiniest bit of desperation creeping in his voice when he talks. All caution goes out the window as you open the door wider. There's still no one behind him, but you usher him inside your little shop. "Alright, but if they start bombarding my business, that's on you." you warn him playfully.

The breath he's holding escapes as he exhales in relief. "You're an angel," He beams at you with the brightest of smiles.

The door closes and is locked once again, and you go around the shop to close the blinds just a little. Kaeya breathes in. He's not the first stranger to walk in your shop, but it sure feels a little awkward as if you're being judged. "Do all flower shops smell this good, or is it just yours?" he asks coyly, taking in the array of flowers and plants on display. The playful roll of your eyes and your retort of "Do you ask this to all florists, or is it just me?" make him laugh, with his eyes crinkling at the corners and a hand over his chest.

He follows you around, assisting you in closing up, and you don't miss the way he wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead most likely due to his escapade. "It's better this way," you say, pulling a string to close a set of blinds, "at least they won't see you." With the last of the blinds shut, you turn to your pseudo-customer and ask, "Would you like some water?"

"Please." the embarrassment shows on his face.

You disappear in the back room for a bit, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. When you emerge to the front of the shop, you find Kaeya seated on a barstool next to the counter, idly thumbing the calla lilies on display next to the cash register. The beginning of the day's sunset peeks through the slats of the blinds, capturing him like a painting. It's peaceful, ethereal, and you almost want to pull out your phone and take a quick photo to immortalize what you see. It doesn't help that some love song starts playing on the shop's speakers. The spell is broken when he catches you looking, and he looks at you with an easygoing smile.

Clearing your throat, you step forwards and place the bottle of water in front of him. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and if he notices you were staring, he doesn't comment on it. "Here." You place the bottle in front of him and he takes it eagerly. "Thank you." Kaeya bows his head graciously.

Picking up where you left off, you hold the broomstick and dustpan and start cleaning the floors again. "So um... you're gonna have to forgive me," you sheepishly smile at him, "but why are you being chased by the paps?"

As fate would have it, the magazine rack next to the counter has several magazines including a copy of last month's Mondstadt Fashion. And he recognizes himself on the cover, wearing a few of Favonius & Co.'s Spring Collection pieces. Kaeya picks up the magazine and places it on the counter, which you peer at curiously. The double-take you do makes him laugh again, watching you look at the cover, then to him in front of you, and back at the cover.

"Oh," you murmur as the realization dawns on you. "you're a model."

You don't dwell much on celebrity gossip so you don't really recognize most of them at first glance. But no wonder he seemed familiar, you'd seen him in a couple of magazines both in your store and in news sites. If paparazzi were chasing him, he must be a huge hit with the general public.

For Kaeya, however, he shrugs like it's no big deal. "Specifically, Teyvat's hottest model and top bachelor of 2021." he says as he closes the water bottle cap. "According to Mond Fashion." he adds with a cheeky wink. You scrunch up your nose impishly. "Still though, having paparazzi invade your privacy and all." you shake your head to the floor mostly, still occupied with cleaning the remaining dirt. "Glad I could be of use somewhat." you tell him.

“Kaeya.” he holds out his hand in a formal handshake.

You give him your name and grasp his hand; it’s soft, like the smile that never leaves his face

Kaeya offers to help around with your closing routine, but you stop him before he could pick up the broom again. It feels wrong having someone else do your tasks even though it's offered in good faith (and after all, he wanted to repay you for taking him in past your closing time). So you settle with having him arrange your excess daisies in a basket for tomorrow's bouquet orders. It's pretty easy work that he couldn't mess up, so you leave him at it while you clean out your floral buckets. Still, you try to speed through your routine and leisurely chat with him, thinking he must be bored with his task. 

What hobbies do celebrities even have?, you wonder. Surely it can't be chatting up some florist and counting flowers.

"Do I look pretty?" he asks abruptly. And when your eyes land on him, your breath gets caught in your throat.

Kaeya looks different. In fashion magazines he's featured in, he's always prim and proper, composed. It's not to say he's stiff, because he definitely carries that confidence wherever he goes. But to be dressed and told to act, smile, and pose a certain way; it can look... artificial. But here, sitting on a barstool with a few daisies in his hair; here with his blue jacket draped across his lap, a loose white shirt and hands full of flowers. Here, where instead of studio lights, it's just the soft lights overhead on your small store. And here, where instead of cameras taking shots upon shots of his face, it's just you in your apron that he focuses on.

"Breathtakingly so." You smile.

By the end of the day, he has a whole flower crown on his head and you wonder why blue's related to sadness when it's brought you joy when you least expect it.