#wanted to make something thoughtful and gentle in the style of a textbook since when i was small i would be comforted by those images

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[neptune-midheaven]

The Third House Placements and Their Handwriting Styles ~💖🌺🐚

Welcome back babes 😁🙏✨ I’m back posting someee bit but anything nonetheless ! This was a post I wanted to do for a while, this really intrigued me💫

I’m going to be talking about third house placements and their unique to the placement writing styles. Third house rules hands, arms, fingers and writing, correct !😄🎶 There is a correlation between handwriting and third house in astrology as it literlaly rules over it, so components in your third house astrology will dictate how this will look. Use all of the possible combinations you have in your chart ! 🙂☝️

For generational planet ruled signs, use whatever works better.

🔆Sun/leo ~

May have a gift in being very dramatic and showy whenever they express their ideas or in their communication they can be very bright and charming. They’re very talented at absorbing knowledge and facts, they usually are the types of people to dish out random facts about anything whoever you’re talking to them, they have so much random knowledge kept in their minds it’s almost funny. They’re silly and a bit childlike people,

Handwriting style 🦁

Regal, nice looking. They have a confidence to their writing, if the whole class wrote on one piece of paper, theirs would stand out more, maybe a “I can trust what they write is the best there is here” is what people reading over theirs would think.

🌙Moon/cancer ~

Loves sentimental things, talking about the past and family makes them feel good and safe, attachments to the mother, most likely missed her or their family whenever they had to go to school, homesickness at school

Handwriting style 🌝

Soft, homely words. Shyer? They write with a grace and their words are poetically beautiful. It looks like something out of a movie. Nostalgic, their ink is softer and lighter, their curves are soft, their lines and o’s are soft and so sensitive. SO gentle and calm. It’s sleepy?

💫Mercury/gemini/virgo ~

The wittiest, most social people ever. They’re all definitely extroverts, I am one with my gemini in 3rd house ova here 😘, they love talking, and never stop talking and love chatting about anything and never stop chatting about anything, they love walking up to random people and never stop walking up to random people and staring a convo with them out of nowhere 😀. My friends bully me all the time for this. I understand. The one kid in school with like all the answers, they just knew the answer to things and easily got good grades. People asked them for answers all of the time since they are so smart and intelligent, they absorb what they’re being taught so quickly they don’t ever let the teacher finish talking. They’re fast and versatile.

Handwriting style 🤸‍♀️

Fast writing, so many words. They write super fast and probably have so many typos in their essays and papers. Handwriting can look like crap 🤨😐. Like there’s no rush, you’re gonna get your paper done on time! You can’t read what they write al of the time because they rush through writing everything. Their letters and words look fancy somehow, like they were written by the scholar of all scholars, they’re just unintelligible words and sentences. Teachers may need to ask what the student with this placement writes because they can’t read it. Scribbles, jumbled and mixing up things all over the page. You can tell they write fast with the jagged lines and crooked n’s and t’s ajakksks.

💕Venus/taurus/libra ~

Very sweet and charming way of talking to others, they have strong persuasive powers with their honeyed words, they can almost charm you into doing anything, they seem so innocent and sweet. These people are very kind though of course! They love giving others compliments, strangers, their friends, their family, they’re such sweet people to have in your life. They attract partners and relationships by doing their daily tasks, lovers can show up suddenly when they’re running errands or they can attract a lot of interest at their school.

Handwriting style 🍓

The most pleasant, aesthetic handwriting i have ever seen, even if their handwriting is bad it still becomes an art style somehow, i don’t really know how else to describe that. It’s like no matter how bad it could possibly look or how incoherent it is, their script still manages to look NICE.

💥Mars/aries ~

Very loud voices, a bit like sun, but it’s more like their power and strength is used whenever they talk. They could be meaner or aggressive classmates, angry talkers, I know so many people with this placement who talk so mad, so much cursing, ranting and screaming. We love it all.

Handwriting style 🥵

Very rough and fast handwriting, similar to mercury; however, it has more fervor, the messiest and most impulsive handwriting out of all of the other placements.

🐚Jupiter/sagittarius ~

Loud and expressive communicators, similar to the sun here, but they’re louder and bigger. You can hear their voices from across the room and they’re usually the know-it-all’s in the classroom. Very friendly and fun to talk to, they talk about so many exotic and interesting things. They love to crack a joke or two. Also, it’s something about these peoples voices are just FUNNY. Like how they talk is like hilarious and jolly in a good way. It make you wanna crack up and feel good. They make you feel good and BLESSED when they talk to you.

Handwriting style 🍀

Larger letters, I’ve noticed they have bigger “holes” and like to expand their letters over the pages, their words go over the lines and it could be messy usually, sort of like mars fashion but it’s just wider words on the paper.

🪐Saturn/capricorn ~

Very punctual people with perfect punctuation. They hate it whenever their thoughts are messy or unorganized, it makes it hard for them to think thoroughly like they are expected to. They’re the smarter most mature minds in the room. Very deep, daddy voices. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT. THEY SOUND LIKE THEIR DADS. ITS CRAZY. They talk with so authority and sureness, their diction is so perfect it makes everyone mad.

Handwriting style ✏️

Perfect handwriting, they hate it when their sentences look off or unstructured on a page. The most rounded o’s, the straightest lines and perfect length for every letter they write. Correct punctuation once again, their words look like they were printed by a typewriter.

🌪Uranus/aquarius ~

Very different minds, they could feel strange or odd in school, like they were just the oddball learners, had weird interests, or was a huge nerd over so many subjects. Crazy coffee drinkers, the ones with monster drinks and twenty textbooks that are about to fall out of their open backpacks because they rushed to get to school on time. The craziest people actually, their minds are like on drugs, they can be hard to keep up with.

Handwriting style ⚡️

Weird ways they write certain styles of their letters and their words can “come out” of the page. They write SO fast this is usually why they take harder classes in school with more work just solely on the fact they can write much faster than anyone else. Maybe comic-book looking writing? They’re dynamic and crazy like harsh lines and crazy o’s, there’s something unique about the way they write.

🌊Neptune/pisces ~

Such idealistic thinkers. They want to see the good in their surroundings, they do need to be careful with this because surroundings and things can be deceiving. They can absorb such much of their surroundings, they can be quieter communicators because of this. It can be taken advantage of since they’re overwhelmed by conversations or they can be easily fooled by the wrong people. Like they believe things that aren’t even true? Or they like tell a lot of white lies when they’re talking that make people go like uhh is that even true?😀😀 But they play it off when they’re caught lying, it’s very deceptive. The quietest kids in school that either did drugs or tried to escape class by doing some illegal stuff, or they just left. Some were never seen at school.

Handwriting style 🌀

The sleepiest handwriting I’ve ever seen. It’s provably hard to read what they write. Faded words maybe? Faded words on faded paper. So poetic though, it’s pretty but not in a venus way, it like captivates you. It’s hypnotizing they way they draw out their e’s and their a’s have a dreamy tail that connects to their next letter.

🥀Pluto/scorpio ~

Obsessive minds, they want to know everything possible, they want to reach the deepest depths on information and knowledge. They are motived and driven to know as much as they can, and they always seem to succeed. They’re very smart. The kids in school who would keep to themselves or would obsess over what the teacher taught them, the way they communicate is like they’ve read the same page over and over again for days. Obsessive.

Handwriting style 🖤

Darker, hard to see words, they can have obsessive writing. It’s perfect but fast writing, maybe a bit scary that they have the ability to write so much with so much power? People can be freaked out with just how much they know already. So their words can be very persuasive, so the letters would be magnetic, you love their writing once you read one of their essays. You’re obsessed, just like they are.

[yoichichi]

To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 1 - study buddies

warning(s): swearing, early early mornings 😵‍💫, second hand embarrassment LOL

a/n: ahhhhh!! Here’s chapter one of my first series!! I have the masterlist and details linked above but for some quick info: this is a college!au multi chapter fic about tsuki and the reader :) if you’d like to be added to the taglist let me know!! And as always I really appreciate your thoughts and comments n all that :) my inbox is always open!!! Enjoy <3 psps - don’t forget to check out the playlist linked above hhehehe

You’re not sure what woke you first; your alarm, the pain shooting up your back from the stiff cot your university has the audacity to refer to as a “bed”, or your own sour attitude from having to be up so early.

Five am. Five am. It takes a certain kind of sick and twisted individual to suggest meeting up to study at five in the morning. Although, you have to admit, it does take a different kind of person to actually agree to those terms.

Why, why, why, why, why.

Is the mantra you chant to yourself while you mindlessly dress and pack your bag, not even bothering to snatch a power bar from your nightstand for breakfast. Water will have to do.

You make an effort to click the door shut behind you quietly, not wanting to wake up your more than sweet dorm mate who’d surely be focusing on being just as careful as you were right now.

“Oh my gosh, don’t you have that study date in the morning sweetie? You should be sleeping right now.” Bonnie, said dorm mate, leans over the back of your desk chair to peer down at the page of your calculus ll textbook you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Concern is evident in her voice and her body language as she brings up a hand to gingerly rub your shoulder, hoping her small sideways smile will give you a sense of comfort. Or maybe even convince you to give it, and yourself, a rest.

“I know, I know. I just want to be prepared is all. I’m already dropping past a C at the speed of light and I’m sure my professor thinks I’m an idiot, hence him actually setting me up with a tutor, and I don’t need this guy to think I’m one too.” Your head falls in your hands at the end of your sentence, a dramatic groan feeling needed to really emphasize your point, too.

“Okay, just head to bed soon.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head before crawling into her own bed, using a storage container to prop herself onto it properly. She almost made you homesick with the way she doted on you like she was your mother.

You looked over and tapped the screen of your phone to see it read 9:14, not too late. You could reasonably cram in one more lesson.

You scoffed at yourself with the door fully shut and locked. You should’ve listened to Bonnie when you had the chance, it was just past midnight when you finally tore yourself away from last weeks review and decided to get ready for bed. Barely even four hours later and you’re up and getting ready to look at it all again.

You could at least appreciate how quiet the dorm hall was this ea-

“Mornin’, you!”

You internally banged your head against the wall at the bright voice that came towards you with such heavy and loud footsteps, how can someone’s footsteps manage to be so loud on carpet?

You substituted a hello with a gentle smile and wave as your R.A., who definitely didn’t remember your name - which is fine cause you didn’t remember theirs either, rushed past you.

Sighing deeply, you left the warm confines of the dorm building and stepped into the cold and brisk morning, starting your trek to the library.

He couldn’t have even chose a coffee place or something?

You had some, thoughts, about this guy. You didn’t know much about him, only two things.

One, his name: Tsukishima Kei.

Two, he was a good enough student to be assigned to you as a tutor.

You swallowed your slight embarrassment at the thought of your professor reaching out to someone on your behalf and instead chose to focus more on how weird this guy has to be.

Waking up before the sun rises on a Sunday was not something you looked forward to, you don’t think anybody would truly; especially to meet someone for the first time; yet this guy thinks it’s a great idea. So much so he didn’t even think to ask first, just tell you when and where to meet.

Thursday 4:14 pm

- ‘It’s Tsukishima. See you at 5 in the library this sunday.’

- ‘Oh hi!! Oh ok, am or pm?? lol’

Thursday 7:43 pm

- ‘am.’

- ‘Ok cool, see ya then!’

And that was it. Neither of you have texted since, which was three days ago on a Thursday afternoon. It kind of bothered you really, I mean, what kind of self righteous ass-

You took a deep breath and chose to think happy thoughts instead. You’d much rather be in a somewhat pleasant mood when you meet this guy than have some grudge against a stranger. And he probably talks different than he texts, right? You’re sure he didn’t mean to sound like a complete jerk.

You shook your head as if you were shaking away your thoughts as you started to walk along the path to the library. It was a fairly nice walk, about five minutes, and being alone was kind of peaceful on the way there this early.

Your feet shuffled only slightly on the cold concrete surprisingly enough considering the way your fatigue was starting to creep into your joints - but surely the cold wasn’t helping.

It was that kind of morning cold that stung your nostrils when you breathed in and tickled your cheeks and ears. It made your hands clench and unclench in your coat pockets, debating whether or not it’d be worth it to pull the cold metal of your jacket zipper just a centimeter higher in hopes of keeping your neck warmer. The morning fog leaving droplets on the synthetic material of your coat, making it squeak awfully when you moved your arms. And there was the dew on the grass that’d cling onto the tops of your shoe when you had to walk through it.

But the way the old fashioned light posts lit your walk and illuminated the fog kind of made your slight discomfort worth it. And by the time you reached the tall brick library, you could almost say you were in a pleasant mood, almost. And then you remembered why you were here.

You took one final deep breath as you reached the heavy doors of the university library. It was a grand sight really.

The building had its own separate spot on campus, towering at about four stories high, which although didn’t sound ginormous, it definitely felt that way when you had to climb those stairs to the top floor for a book you really didn’t even want. The brick with the foliage creeping up the sides to cover some of the lower windows even gave it an almost magic feeling when you took it in from the outside, it’s too bad that sense of wonder couldn’t be mirrored on the inside.

It was too quiet, especially this early, it smelt almost stale, and everything seemed to have a layer of dust no matter how new a book was. And the bathrooms? Old. Most stalls didn’t even have usable locks at this point. It’s arguably all apart of the charm of such an old building, but it’s not as charming when you have to reach out to keep the stall door closed with your fingertips just to use the restroom. And the water from the sink that never seems to get warm enough when you wash your hands doesn’t help either. Yet the water fountains are always too warm curiously enough.

You made little to no noise besides the occasional rustling of your jacket and squeaking of your shoes as they padded across the dingy off-colored carpet towards the back of the first floor.

There were various sizes of tables spread out throughout the space, few actually matching in color or style. The chairs varied less - but you could still find the oddball desk chair, or the chair with the wooden frame just a tad to wide to feel like a normal seat but just as evenly too small to be a bench.

Your heavy eyes surveyed the dimly lit space in hopes of finding any sign of human life when you finally noticed a backpack haphazardly tossed onto a table, still zipped open. Pens were splayed across the table with a single notebook, scribbles scrawled across the pages too far from you to be read. Not seeing anyone occupying the seat pulled away from the tables edge, you took out your phone to take a peek at the time.

4:58 am

Wow, I’m early?

Shoving your phone back into your pocket you began to make your way towards the (un)occupied table, debating whether a seat closer or farther would be more polite.

If I sit too close that’ll definitely be-

“Hey.”

You felt your shoulders hunch up to your ears and a small gasp leave your mouth at the way the voice behind you so suddenly interrupted your train of thought.

You turned around to come face to face with the voice.

“Are you (y/n)?”

Damn. He’s kinda tall.

Kind of was certainly an understatement. God he was definitely above 6 feet, 6’2” maybe? No, maybe even a little taller.

A single earbud was still in his ear as the other hung down and rested against his chest. He took the time to take the other out and wrap the cord gently around his middle and index finger before shoving it into his coat pocket, presumably the same one with his phone, in an effort to prevent them from getting tangled most likely. He took a deep breath and eyed you up and down before chuckling softly to himself.

“Okay.”

The tall man, who you’re now beginning to realize is Tsukishima, gives you a quizzical stare with a quirked eyebrow as he looks you up and down one last time, definitely judging you and your silence at this point, before turning around and making his way to a table.

Well it’s a good thing he stopped you before you sat at some other strangers table. You don’t think your heart could’ve taken that today.

You watched his back as he made his way towards a table farther into the back, closer to a window peering out onto the foggy and barely illuminated field.

Oh shit

“Oh, sorry!” You clear your throat and begin again, your own sudden volume startling yourself for a moment, as you double your pace to catch up and walk beside him towards a table,

“Um, yeah. Sorry, it’s a little early, brain hasn’t woke all the way up.”

Silence.

At the lack of a response, you decide to awkwardly laugh rather than wallow at the fact he didn’t even give a pity chuckle at your bad attempt at a polite joke to ease the seemingly tense vibe between the two of you.

Okay, well he definitely seems to talk the way he texts.

Clearing your throat again, you tried once more.

“I’m (y/n) by the way, it’s nice to m-“

“I know your name.” He stopped at the table and turned to glance down at you over his shoulder, the tiniest of smirks resting on his face with raised eyebrows, before pulling out a seat to sit in.

Yeah, maybe being quiet for a bit would do you some good. You’ll try again later.

Still trying to shake the embarrassment, no humiliation at this point, you busied yourself with taking out all the proper materials and waiting while he did the same. Sitting patiently opposite of Tsukishima, you decided to finally get a good look at him. Take in what you see and make some judgements.

He shook off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, showing you his wide shoulders underneath the simple grey t-shirt he wore. You didn’t fail to notice how the sleeves were cuffed, either.

Hm. Nice look.

Points for Tsukishima.

His hands and ears were slightly pink from the weather outside, contrastingly sweet against the paleness of his skin.

Kinda cute, in like a Keebler elf kind of way.

More points, you guess, for Tsukishima.

He sighed as he opened up the calculus ll textbook, adjusting his glasses with long and slender fingers before flipping through the pages. You decided it’d be best to do the same.

It was quiet for a moment too long when you thought it might be a good idea to try and speak again, but apparently he must’ve had the same idea.

“So, why d-“

“Thanks for-“

Cutting each other off, you pursed your lips as he gave you some emotionless stare, one of you waiting for the other to start back up again.

Andddd, another awkward beat of silence.

Jesus, this was gonna be the longest hour of your life.

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[infjsnightmare]

How You Met: ADA Style

This is a dumb little bsd drabble for readerxADA in how you met + their first words to you. If people like this, I might do it for the port mafia, guild and other characters as well, so let me know if that is something you're interested in! I also debated whether or not to include kenji, naomi and kyouka since they are not 18, but since it is just fluffiness, I thought it should be okay.

Dazai: You were in a rush, late for work. Your arms were full as you scurried through the crowded street and into the crosswalk. Except the light for pedestrians was red. A bandaged hand quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you into a firm chest as brown eyes stared down at you. A wide smile spread on the man's face.

"A beauty like yourself commiting suicide alone would be a crime."

Atsushi: You were starting your first day at your first job waiting tables for the cafe below the ADA. You were in the middle of pouring a cup of coffee when you heard the chime of the door. You turned to say welcome, except you didn't bring the cup with you, instead pouring coffee straight from the pot all over the floor. The pale young man had a split second of shock before grabbing some napkins to clean the floor. A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks as he knelt down.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I startled you!"

Kunikida: You saw a young girl trying to get her cat out of the tree with tears in her eyes and had rashly volunteered to help. Getting into the tree and securing the cat wasn't the problem- it was getting back down. You carefully shifted your feet back towards the trunk of the tree, holding the cat with one arm and reaching for a branch with the other. Suddenly, your left foot slipped off the tree and you quickly held the cat with both arms to protect it from the fall. You closed your eyes bracing for impact only to feel a pair of strong arms holding you. Opening your eyes, you were met with sharp green eyes set behind a pair of glasses.

"You should be far more careful! I'm at least 2 minutes behind schedule now."

Junichiro: You were studying late in the public library, but you could already feel the heavy droop of your eyelids. You lowered your head onto your book and felt sleep slowly overtake you. You slept soundly, an occasional soft snore escaping you lips until you felt a gentle tapping on your shoulder. You looked up seeing a friendly smile as the young man chuckled next to you.

"The library is about to close and I don't think you'll be able to study through osmosis with your textbook."

Naomi: You entered your new school as inconspicuously as possible. You didn't want to transfer schools for your final year of high school, but it wasn't your choice after all. You found your shoe locker and wordlessly changed into your school slippers. By the time you had them on, there was a girl standing by your side, smile beaming from ear to ear.

"I haven't seen you before- you must be new! I'm Naomi. Welcome!"

Ranpo: You were headed back to Yokohama after going to Shibuya for dinner with some old friends. You bought your ticket back and gracefully made your way through the droves of people, until you saw a smaller man wandering around looking lost. You inwardly wondered if he was searching for someone until you noticed his face light up as he laid eyes on you. He instantly came rushing over to you.

"You're from Yokohama, right? Take me with you!"

Kenji: You had been tending to the vegetable garden all day, pulling weeds just as your parents had instructed. But, the sun was boiling hot and you were pretty sure you had sweated out the last of the water in your body. You laid back in the grass, body splayed, soaking in the warmth of the sun and feeling the slight burn on your skin. That was until you felt a cold, wet shock against your cheek. Blinking quickly, you saw a freckled blonde boy around your age pressing a cold energy drink from the vending machine against your cheek with the sweetest expression on his face.

"You'd better keep hydrated! It's supposed to be a hot one out today!"

Yosano: You were out shopping, trying to find an outfit for a job interview you had coming up. So far everything you had tried on just didn't look the way you wanted. As you put the latest disappointment back on the rack, an angry salaryman shoved past you, pushing you into the rack. You were fuming as you turned to yell, when you saw a lithe woman grab him by the tie.

"Look asshole, you really need to watch where you're going! Now, apologize to them before I crush your family jewels!"

Fukuzawa: The rain was absolutely pouring this lovely night. You stared out the window of your cat cafe deciding to wait out the storm before heading home. You went through all the daily motions of closing up the cafe. All that was left were lights and the open sign. You lazily stroked a gray cat as you checked the clock, waiting for the rain to pass. Your thoughts were interrupted as a man dressed in a yukata walked in shaking his umbrella off outside the door before shutting it fully and locking eyes with you. You could barely make out the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Are you still open? I was hoping I could duck in here until the storm passes, if that's alright."

Kyouka: You were sitting at the cafe, fired up about the eating competition. You'd been warming up for months, seeing how many crepes you could stuff into your face each day in preparation. The winner of this contest would get their name on a placard in the restaurant and free crepes for a year- any broke high school student's dream. You saw your opponent, a petite girl in a kimono, walk over to your table and bow her head lightly, but her eyes held the fiercest determination you'd ever seen.

"I wish you the best of luck and may the best man win!"

[every1studio]

“vampire lords” [ateez]

genre: misc. + a lil suggestive + otome-styled (reverse harem) 

ficstyle: bulletpoints (fem reader)

prompt: inspired VAMPIRE PRINCES INSPIRED BY OTOME GAME ROYAL BLOOD 

note: sorry for the wait! I’m officially back and I’ll be posting as often as I possibly can!!! 

Let’s meet the heirs of the vampire lineage. Who would you choose to be your lover and take over ruling the vampire clan?

-HONGJOONG 

(type: the reliable, “leader-worthy” heir that gets picked on by the other princes; known for being a flirt)

(special power:  psychometry - the ability to learn anything about the past or future of an object by touching it)

the one that you met first 

after talking with your father, the Earl, about your living conditions here at the estate, you took it upon yourself to explore the premises 

upon walking around the vampire estate, you heard a dramatic yet gentle melody that belonged to an old harpsichord 

the melody sounded nostalgic even though you don’t remember hearing anything so hauntingly beautiful 

you followed the sound into a glass greenhouse where the harpsichord sat in the middle of the room

you were entranced with the man playing his heart away 

all you could see was his body swaying to and fro with his fingers dancing across the keys 

his hair was slicked back and shined sapphire blue in the moonlight 

his strong brows furrowed as he played the instrument 

the keys he played were furious yet calming; like the beginning of a storm

his hands were adorned with black, sleek gloves

as if he was telling a story about his life; the good, the bad, and the bloody

you don’t know how long you were standing there but when the music stopped, you met the eyes of the man playing the harpsichord 

“you must be Y/N...” he asked as he stepped towards you; his footsteps echoed in the spacious greenhouse

his eyes glimmered red every time he was in the moonlight 

you nodded but unable to speak or move 

his aura was intimidating yet alluring 

but the moment he smiled, you felt like you were safe in this unknown place 

“I’m Hongjoong~ I’ve heard all about you from the Earl! let me know if you need ANYTHING!”

you broke out into a smile but before you could say anything...

Hongjoong brushed the hair away from the nape of your neck with his gloved hand and leaned in real close, so close that you could feel his breath of your skin 

“and when I mean, anything.. I mean anything... princess~”

you stumbled back away from him, “I-I’ll make s-sure th-that I’ll let you k-know when..” 

he was good-looking; seemed playful and almost flirty behind his initial scary demeanor 

he had you flustered

Hongjoong chuckled as he took off one of his gloves and reached to place his hand on your face

but....

will you choose his story?

or will you choose someone else?

-SEONGHWA

(type: an enigma, no one really knows about him except for the other princes; the oldest)

(special powers: shape-shifting and illusion-making)

“stop teasing our guest..” 

you heard a voice coming from behind you 

Hongjoong dropped his hand and cocked his head in annoyance, “I’m doing no such thing, I’m just making sure our guest is welcomed, that’s all..”

you saw a living and breathing sculpture

you felt your jaw gaping; you couldn’t help it 

“you can do that with your gloves on.. you don’t want to invade our guest’s privacy, don’t you?”

as soon as the mysterious man’s sharp gaze lowered to meets yours, you quickly looked away

“I hope he wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable.. please excuse his behavior..I’m Seonghwa..” he places his hand on his chest and gives you a curt bow 

you returned the bow, “I’m Y/N..”

Seonghwa gives you a subtle smile that you didn’t know he could be capable of, “I know who you are...”

he adjusts his outfit and held his hand out for you to take

“do you mind if I gave you a little tour, miss Y/N?”

you nodded as you placed your hand into his

“tch.. I was gonna offer if you weren’t already here... when will you stop having impeccable timing..” Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he walked back to the harpsichord with his hands in his pockets

“when you stop flirting as much as you breathe”

with that Seonghwa led you away from the greenhouse

he gave you a grand tour of the estate starting from the gated entrance 

Seonghwa was short with his words but they were endearing 

but as he gave you the tour, you noticed a couple of things

he always had a couple of crows fly to him every so often 

and he seemed to have a problem with mirrors and reflections 

usually every time you come across one, you would at least give a quick look but Seonghwa seemed to avoid them as much as possible

“miss Y/N.. is there something on my face?”

“hmm? no? why do you ask?” 

Seonghwa leaned in a little closer to you and said, “you’ve been looking at me more than you’re looking at where you’re walking...” 

you started to become a tomato and you could see him sneak a subtle smile

“just kidding, miss..” he murmured and continued to give you the tour 

he was truly mysterious; he was friendly but you could tell that he wanted some distance between how he seems like to you and how he really is 

....

will you choose his story to find out why?

or will you choose someone else?

-YUNHO 

(type: boy-next-door; doesn’t seem like a vampire at all, but has a sensitive, fragile and frightening side)

(special power: alchemy)

“Seonghwa~ the Earl is calling for you- oh! hi Y/N!” the voice came from a tall man

out of two of the other vampire princes that you met, he seems the least like a vampire; he seems like he would be in on a college campus getting some beers for a party 

“oh is that so.. please excuse me, miss Y/N.. I will have to conclude this tour to a halt-”

“a tour? I can guide her through the rest of the way.. leave it to me~” the tall puppy-like man gave a comedic salute to Seonghwa

Seonghwa nods, places his hand on his chest and bows, “I apologize for the unexpected inconvenience.. I’ll leave this miss Y/N in your hands, Yunho”

with that, Seonghwa left

leaving you with a giddy Yunho, “I’m guessing Seonghwa started the tour from the entrance right?”

“yeah he did!” you couldn’t help but answer with a smile since he’s already smiling 

“so all that’s left is the east wing~ shall we?” he stuck his arm out for you to loop your arm through

you giggled at his enthusiasm as you looped your arm through his

you realized that he’s not the textbook definition of what a vampire looks like 

which played pretty well since you could feel comfortable talking to him just about anything 

the way he talked felt so familiar even though it’s the first time you met him; he was probably going to be someone you can lean on

you two made a final stop in front of a pair of heavy-set steel doors; no other room in the estate had these kind of doors 

“this is my room~ the one room you CANNOT enter.. NO MATTER WHAT! OK?” Yunho tried to be playful to lay down the rule because he didn’t want to seem pushy 

“what if I need a late night chat?” you tried to match his playfulness but that backfired  

his eyes hid behind his bangs and he stood between you and the door

“my room is none of your business.. there’s no need for you to waltz inside, just knock on my door.. but you better not go inside, Y/N.. promise me you won’t come into my room...promise me now” 

his voice lowered a couple of octaves and even though he hid his eyes you could see a red glow through his bangs; this scared you, it was like he was a different person; he really seemed like a vampire 

“I-I promise..” 

and like a flip of a switch, Yunho went back to smiling and his eyes weren’t glowing blood red anymore, “good, well that’s the end of the tour! let me know if you need anything~ is there any place you want to check out?”

you were still shaken up by his switch in character, you needed a break from it 

“I’ll just walk around.. don’t mind me.. thank you Yunho~” you waved at him and went on your way...

...

will you choose his story and learn his secret?

or will you choose someone else?

-YEOSANG

(type: shy but romantic; a bookworm)

(special powers: telepathy and telekinesis)

to take your mind off of things, you went to the library and thankfully you were blessed with good memory so you knew where the library was 

you pushed the heavy doors of the library and you were amazed; it was better than any library you’ve ever seen 

there were bookshelves that were lined with books all the way up to high ceiling 

you walked around the library like it was an unknown wonderland

there were spiraling stairs and aesthetic reading areas; this library would rival any others out there in the world 

you were running your fingers along the spine of the books until you came across a secluded reading area 

there were two tall leather armchairs; one of them were stacked with books and the other was occupied by a sleeping beauty

it seemed like he was sleeping; his head was rested on propped up arm with his book in his lap 

you got closer to him and squatted down to see his face; you thought his profile was beautiful enough but now that you’re closer, he’s even more beautiful than you’d ever imagine

you went to reach his face to see if he was actually real or not

“I’m not a statue..” he murmured as he caught your hand before you touched his face; his eyes were still closed 

“h-how did you know I was here? do vampires have super-heighten senses?” you were caught by surprised and was rambling 

you calmed down a little when you saw him open his eyes

all of the heirs probably had different colored red eyes but his were different; it was a true red with gold flecks that made it seem like he had gold splinters stuck in his irises 

“you could say it’s something of the sort..” the man sits up straighter and cracks his neck to relieve some tension

“nice to meet you, miss Y/N.. I’m Yeosang..” he turns to face the books on the other chair and the books start putting themselves away on the shelves 

then he turns to you and reaches his hand out 

you take it thinking that he’s only reaching his hand to shake it but he pulls you up from the ground and wraps his other arm around your waist

“do you really think I look better up close?” 

“HUH?” how can he read your mind? is this another vampire ability?

Yeosang realizes that he’s being more bold than he usually is and let go of you immediately and starts to fumble with the hem of his sleeves

“ ..it’s a special power of mine,  my powers are only exclusive to me and no one else.. I apologize for intruding in your mind space.. I won’t do it again!”

apparently he was so embarrassed by his previous actions that he ran away, giving you no chance to say anything  

“Yeosang?!” you reached out for him but he ran away at the speed of light

what a character, you thought to yourself

... 

will you choose his story and find out what he was reading?

or will you choose someone else?

-SAN

(type: looks edgy and grungy at first but is really sentimental; is also the Phantom Thief, the modern-day Robin Hood)

(special power: magician)

after you left the library, you felt a little hungry so you went to go to the kitchen to find something to eat 

the kitchen staff were exceptionally nice to you and left after they offered you a midday snack; there were finger sandwiches and cream puffs that were exactly made to your taste 

“for a little one like you, you sure eat a lot” 

you turned after choking on your cream puff from being startled 

“hey, miss.. you okay?” the boy offered you some water to clear your throat 

“y-yeah.. thank you-” you paused to wait for a name from the strong-featured man

you were slightly embarrassed to have such an exceptionally looking guy see you being a mess

“the name’s San, at your service, miss~” he showed an unexpectedly cute smile 

geez are all the heirs perfect looking?

yes, yes they are 

“sorry you had to see all of that..” you murmured at the raven-haired boy

it seemed like he just came from an intense workout; sweat glistened all over his body but he smelled like he just came out of a Versace cologne commercial 

“it’s alright, miss.. hey, miss.. you okay?” he got close to your face after inspecting your flushed face and reddened ears but you nodded as you made space between the two of you 

he thought maybe he made you feel uncomfortable or maybe it was just a little awkward or maybe he made you upset in anyway; he needed to break the ice 

“hey miss, do you like magic?” San sat in the seat next to you as he crossed his legs 

“magic? like harry potter’s kind of magic?” you pondered as your doe-eyes sparkled in confusion but your eyes couldn’t meet his

“no like, a magician’s ”magic”.. you know like rabbits in a top hat and stuff like that..” San started to get giddy

“oh... yeah... I know what you’re talking about.. but why did you ask?”

he was ready to knock you out of your socks; he stretched out his arms, pretending to stretch  

“well you seem a little..” softly brushing your hair behind your ear, “distracted..”

he pulled a beautiful amulet from your hair; your eyes widened in shock 

it’s not like he’s wearing sleeves to hide such a fairly large amulet; the jewelry really appeared out of thin air

“you can keep it, miss~ think of it as a welcoming present from yours truly~ see ya later~” San waved at you as he walked out of the room

“wait! this looks expensive! where did you get this? how did you do that-” when you walked out of the room to chase after him, he was no where to be found

...

will you choose his story and find out how he did that?

or will you choose someone else?

-MINGI

(type: gentle beast; only smiles for you; known to others as the vampire assassin)

(special powers: invisibility and hawk-eyes; can switch eye-sight from x-ray, temperature, to long-range)  

you were still confused about San’s magic trick 

unable to pay attention to where you were going 

cue the cliche scene where you trip on your way downstairs to the large dance floor of a lobby

you squeeze your eyes shut but instead of a deadly and nasty fall, you fell onto someone with a strong build

“miss Y/N, you should watch where you’re going..” the deep voice of your savior made you a little too scared to open your eyes

“are you hurt, miss Y/N?” although his voice was deep, it was filled with care 

you slowly opened your eyes and saw his soft eyes that looked like they were a pair of Madagascar rubies 

“n-no.. I’m not.. I’m sorry.. I should’ve watched where I was going..” you tried to shift yourself away so that you weren’t leaning on him for support anymore but you almost fell, again

the deep-voice man held your hand so that you wouldn’t fall, “let me at least escort you down the stairs, we can’t have anything bad happen to the Earl’s daughter...”

“thank you... I’m not used to these steep stairs yet..” you murmured; you probably have a permanent blush by now 

“it’s nice to finally meet you, miss Y/N.. my name is Mingi-”

the sound of the harpsichord could be heard from where you two were

“Hongjoong must still be playing music...”

Mingi nods and turns back to you, “he could play for hours.. miss Y/N? since we’re here on the dance floor, would you mind if I asked for a dance?”

you looked everywhere but at him, “i-if you insist.. it would be a waste of this music and this dance floor...”

without another word, he slips his hand on the small of your waist and interlocked your small hand in his

you felt like you were Belle and he was the Beast; from Beauty and the Beast

it was like you were at a ball, wearing a stunning dress that swayed to follow Mingi’s lead

the fact that he was only looking at you and smiling at you made you believe that Mingi wasn’t as scary as you thought

he spun you out but you felt another hand take you away from Mingi’s

...

will you choose his story and continue to dance with him?

or will you choose someone else?

-WOOYOUNG

(type: kind of childish; is uninterested in many things except for you because he’s met you before)

(special powers: teleportation and mind-control; to control someone physically but not mentally/emotionally after consuming their blood) 

you completely let the other person pull you away from Mingi and carried you like a princess

“you should be careful of him, miss Y/N.. he’s a very dangerous assassin, you know~”

you looked up as you were still being carried; if looks could kill, you would be dead by now

but from your angle, you can’t really make out his full face

“if miss Y/N should be careful of anyone here, it would be you...” Mingi rolled his eyes as he got closer to you and your carrier

the male stuck his tongue out at Mingi and started to dash away

“you’re just mad because you got her taken from you.. sorry, not sorry, but dancing with Mingi is one of the most BORING thing you could ever do~”

before Mingi could get to you, you were shrouded in a poof of a cloud 

when the cloud cleared up, you could tell you were in another part of the estate

“you can teleport?” you asked

but then when you saw his face clearly, you wanted to ask another question, sadly you missed your timing

“wow, you’re not even gonna ask what my name is..” the man places you gently onto a plush sofa 

you looked around the room; this must be the common area 

“I’m Wooyoung, at your service~” he bows quite dramatically 

“I’m guessing you already know my name..” you grabbed a pillow for comfort 

Wooyoung sat right next to you and started to twirl with a strand of your hair, “I know more than your name..”

your eyes opened and got close to him, “you can read minds too? have we’ve met before? did we meet in another life?”

Wooyoung started to laugh at your cute remarks, “no I can’t, that’s Yeosang’s thing... but I’m glad that you were thinking about me~”

Wooyoung cupped your face with his veiny hands and got real close, “we’ve met before.. when we were kids..” 

your excitement caused your forehead to slam into his

“really?! when?! what happened?! I don’t really remember!” 

although you were fine, Wooyoung’s forehead was throbbing

“my head is spinning now, there’s no way I can tell you~” he half-teased, half-spoke the truth

“what?! no way... is there anything I can do to help you?” you were concerned; you have always been hardheaded... literally 

Wooyoung lowered his chocolate red-brown eyes and snickered under his breath, “if you give me a kiss and make it better, I’ll tell you~”

you got up from your seat; blushing, of course, “what are you a kid?! forget it!”

“wait, miss Y/N.. I was just kidding!”

you darted out of the room

...

will you choose his story and go back to find out how you two met before?

or will you choose someone else?

-JONGHO

(type: rarely talks but watches out for you; unlimited strength and does anything you ask of him)

(special power: blood absorption; the ability to absorb blood and/or use it to convert into anything) 

you didn’t know how long you ran for but you turned up in the rose garden, which looked exceptionally beautiful at night; your heart stopped beating at the speed of light and you felt relaxed in the midst of the rose bushes 

there was an exquisite gazebo in front of a moonlit-sparkling lake so you sat there and thought about how you got to this place

how you left the place you called home to get back in touch with your father

how your father was the leader of vampires; which meant you were half-vampire, half-human

how your were suppose to marry one of the vampire heirs to stay protected from the other creatures who want your powers 

it was a lot to take in

you walked closer to the lake to look at your reflection; looking at the glowing red eyes you were always made fun of for, wondering where you got them from

sure they weren’t as bright as the other vampires but they were still red

you were lost in thought; unable to detect the large man-eating koifish swimming up towards you

by the time you realized there were another pair of eyes staring back at you from under the water, it would be too late to jump back to safety 

you felt a fast gust of wind as someone got in front of you

they placed their hand into the fish’s mouth and pushed it down; causing the lake’s water to form into tsunami-like waves away from the person in front of you 

the fish shriveled up and turned to ashes that blew away with the night’s cool breeze

everything happened so fast; your knees finally gave out from shock and you sat onto grass that thrived next to the lake 

“miss. Y/N...” the person called out

because of the moonlight, all you could make out was a man with a muscular build and a pair of glowing dark red eyes

he reached out for you but you flinched

this man had incredible strength and was scared that if he touched you, you would become like the fish

he was hurt by your action but took his hand back, “there are dangerous creatures lurking in the waters.. please be careful.. miss Y/N..” 

you couldn’t help but feel bad, he saved you but you can’t even bring yourself to even thank him

“um thank you!” you finally had the courage to get up to talk to him

that was when the moonlight hit his face and not his back, you could finally see his face

he had his own charming looks; despite of his physically and powers, he was pretty baby-faced and when he smiled back at you, you felt your heart skip a beat

“you’re welcome, miss Y/N.. my name is Jongho.. welcome to the Aurora estate..” 

he walked alongside with you back into the castle but never said a word

sure, it was quiet.. but it wasn’t awkward

...

will you choose his story to find out more about him?

or will you continue the story to choose later?

[ masterlist + guidelines ]

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Pairing: Brian Pillman Jr/Scarlett James Quote: “How doth the little crocodile improve his shining scale?” Verse: Music

There were styles of music that just weren’t popular anymore. It was a fact of life that fads came and went. Pet rocks, bell bottoms, and unfortunately in this case surf rock were all considered some of these fads. The lack of popularity, however, didn’t stop the duo known as The Varsity Blondes from making the music that they wanted to make or from loving every second of it. The Varsity Blondes were comprised of two men: Griff Garrison and Brian Pillman Jr. Griff was a bright-eyed young drummer who had no former ties to the music industry. He had met Brian Pillman Jr in high school and the two had become best friends. Brian, on the other hand, had seen how major record labels could treat their talent. His old man had once been a major rockstar who had started in his own duo before making the big jump to being his own star. Brian had seen how little labels cared for the talent, hell, he had been completely changed by how little labels cared. Maybe that’s why he stuck to such a little-loved music genre. It still afforded Brian to put his heart and soul into something he loved, but it meant he didn’t have to devote himself to a label. He and Griff could remain independent, traveling from town to town to play little bars and venues for an admittedly small, but dedicated, fanbase. Coupled with some of the other bands the duo played with, sometimes the crowd could get pretty big. That’s part of why this gig felt so different. The venue was, admittedly, a little out of their usual playing area. After all, the duo was used to dive bars and small clubs. This place was, well, classy. Tara was a little beachside bar whose usual music tended to be that of smooth jazz and the lounge singer variety, which was attributed to the owner, Delilah James. Delilah was a former singer in her own right, preferring classics and softer music. It had been a mystery to Griff and Brian why they had been hired until they met Delilah’s husband: Joey Janella. Joey was also a man who enjoyed the music of a bygone era. With his little brother Dakota and their friend Marko Stunt, the trio made up the 80’s inspired punk band Air Raid Crash. The Varsity Blondes had played a festival with Air Raid Crash since before, where Joey had taken a liking to the two boys. Especially Brian. It was fitting, seeing as how Brian Sr. had inspired the three boys that made up Air Raid Crash into their own music. Brian had been setting up for the set at Tara when he first spotted her. Even from across the closed bar, her nose buried in a book, Brian could see how beautiful she looked. Long brown hair hung over her the shoulders of a youthful frame, while blue eyes scanned the pages of what Brian could only assume was a textbook. After all, no one read anything that size for fun, right? “My dude, you know who that is, right?” Griff asked as he looked up from his drumset. “An angel?” Brian gave a wide grin, “My angel?” “No, dude, that’s Scarlett James. The owner's daughter,” Griff laughed as he twirled the drumstick in his hand, “She’s, like, some college student. Studies something deep.” That was all it took for the young man to cross over to the brunette’s table. He cleared his throat to try and get her attention, but when that didn’t work, Brian simply sat across from her. Scarlett was lost to the world and there was something powerful about such a trait. He knew how he got when writing his lyrics, so he knew how intent this woman must have been on her book, “Miss James?” The young brunette was startled out of her thoughts, looking across at him with gentle blue doe eyes. She pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear, a soft but confused smile over full lips, “Oh…we…Brian isn’t it? You’re one of the musician's mama hired for tonight?” Hearing his name from the southern accented voice only affirmed to Brian that, yes, she was an angel, “Oh, huh, yeah, that’s me! You…you know me?” “Her and papa talk very highly about your family, about you,” Scarlett gave a warm smile, using one of the napkins on the table to save her spot in her book. Brian could see the cover, a classic-looking black leather with the title inscribed in a gold cursive: Alice In Wonderland. “Don’t judge me t’ hard? I know it’s a kids' book but-“ “Is it good? I…I never read the book,” Brian admitted as he ran a large hand through his shaggy mane of blonde hair. “Oh! Yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” Scarlett admitted, a pink blush on her soft cheeks. Brian felt his heart beat faster the more he watched the gentle southerner, “You…you read a lot?” “Nah I…uh…reading isn’t my forte,” Brian shrugged his shoulder, “Nah, I like my music. Uh…you like music?” He cursed the question, of course. Everyone loved music, what kind of idiot was he. The light giggle from Scarlett let Brian know it wasn’t as stupid as he thought, “Yeah! I’m partial to my Aunt Mickie’s music, but my dad and the boys do good ones too! I…I’ll admit I’ve heard you and Mr. Garrison play at Spring Break! You’re good!” Spring Break was the festival that Air Raid Crash and The Varsity Blondes had played together and Brian wondered why he hadn’t met her until now. “Thanks, ma’am! I…uh…I don’t remember meeting you. Why?” “College,” Scarlett admitted. Brian reminded himself to give Griff props. It wasn’t often his friend was right. “I stayed in my pop’s trailer most of the night studying.” “College, huh? Recitations and all that?” Brian grinned, before making a reference to the movie he had mentioned before, “How doth the little crocodile improve his shining scale?” Why had he said that!? Of all the foolish things to say in front of a pretty girl?! But then again, there was that giggle. That giggle was bright and soft, letting Brian know that he was saying the right things to keep her attention. “Psychology major. I…I want to be a therapist, help people.” “Better ‘n what I’m doing,” Brian grinned, leaning back in his chair, “So…uh…you gonna be sticking around for the show?” “You know, Brian, I just might,” she charmed before her attention was drawn to the nearby stage, where Griff was watching the two intently. When noticed, Griff ducked his head nervously, “If you and your friend want, we could get some food? I know a place nearby?” To Brian, that seemed like a plan.

[littobin]

sprung

genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst

pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.

warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah

- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.

a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)

...

[1:02AM]

putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.

your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.

honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.

to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.

whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.

or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.

sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.

however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.

for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.

all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.

albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.

outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.

all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.

before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.

after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.

you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.

"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.

"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.

bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.

you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.

oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.

although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.

"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.

fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.

not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.

bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.

since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.

he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.

it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.

little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.

air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.

this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.

"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.

yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.

as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.

"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.

his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.

"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.

he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.

they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of ​​his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.

in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.

"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.

your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.

"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.

bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.

uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.

there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.

and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.

taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.

"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.

love.

as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"

"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of ​​being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.

bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.

"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.

almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.

"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."

bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.

without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.

you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.

but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.

"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.

there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.

"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.

the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?

"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.

bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.

any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.

you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.

"everything i want is us, y/n..."

he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.

[bobawriteslove]

Power up! (Denki x Reader)

Each and every student in UA academy is unique. Even if they don't realize it yet each person has the potential to be something great. And that's the message that the teachers try to portray to the student body while training with them. During your time at the academy you had the privilege of being in class 1-A. And you made quite the impression on your first day during the obstacle course. You were so far behind but still managed to not be the last one with your own limited capabilities. Still uncertain on how to use your quirk. You sooner find that you and Izuku AKA Deku shared the same limitations and experiences when it comes to mastering your quirks. 

Upon entering the class, everyone was really competitive, just trying to show off and outdo one another. But as time went on you guys developed teamwork. This new found development was greatly challenged during the first attack you all experienced in Hero Training. You especially gravitated towards Denki Kaminari when he saved your life. During the attack, you froze up in fear as a group of six launched themselves at you. You stood there shaking awaiting the amount of pain you predicted  for yourself.

In that moment electricity shot out in every direction in your area and you watched as your attackers fell to the ground. Though you felt relieved you still felt an intense amount of pain since you were caught in the attack as well.. Denki quickly ran over to you and scooped you up bridal style carrying you off to safety. He quickly assessed the damage he had caused to you with great distress evident in his eyes. 

“It's alright, and I’ll be fine. Thank you for saving me.” You tried to speak out confidently. But your voice broke as you continued to talk, the amount of guilt you felt for having someone come to your recuse was painful. You felt like a crutch and a handicap to your teammates. ‘How could you become a hero when you can't even save yourself from a few villains?’ 

Since the incident you trained harder every single day. Pushing your limits. Eventually you grew out of your fear of combat and became a strong force among your classmates. They all learned to count on you when it came to battle. Your wits and skills steadily grew with each passing day. Sparring was becoming your favorite after school activity. A group of you and your classmates would meet up and head out to a training area where you were paired off. Often you and Denki were paired up due to the disadvantage you had. It was Range vs Close combat. The onlookers gave feedback after each battle to help you improve in some key areas for real battle. 

And after the training sessions ended Denki would come over to study. Your study sessions were where the two of you grew closer. To you it was the perfect opportunity. You helped each other out greatly, he needed help academically and you needed combat training so it was a fair exchange. Gaining a friend was a bonus. But lately you felt something more for this blonde. Pushing the thoughts aside you continued with your study sessions. 

This study session was different though. He kept his distance and he didn't talk as much. You sat close to him bringing out the materials from class. He turned his attention to your notebooks letting out an unenthusiastic groan. “(Y/n) I already give up and we haven't even gotten started yet. At this rate I accept being #20 in our class.” Tapping him on his back you shook your head in disappointment pushing the textbook over in his direction. “Today's assignment is easy. We can get through it together. If you have any questions we can stop and I’ll explain it to you. Same as always.” 

He silently agreed to your proposal and a smile found its ways to your face as you both got to work. Overall you had a productive evening. Homework was completed and Denki understood the basics of the day's lessons so it was a win-win scenario for everyone.

You started to clean up the textbooks and your other belongings when you noticed Denki leaning over in a slump with a flushed face. Curiously you peaked over placing a gentle hand against his forehead. “Are you okay?” 

He leaned into your touch grabbing your hand within his own and placed a swift kiss against your skin. Now it was your turn to blush. You had pulled your hand away rubbing at the skin where his lips had just been while staring at him in disbelief. “I'm sorry..” he apologized. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I just...I just wanted to take a chance so you’d understand how I felt about you.” Reaching for your hand again he leaned his forehead against your skin hiding his face from your sight. 

“How long?” You asked. “How long what?” “How long have you had these feelings for me?” 

He laid there for a while trying to come up with an answer. Based on the amount of time it took for him to respond you assumed you had developed these affections a long time ago. 

“Remember when I saved you during Hero Training?” “Yeah..but that was a long time ago though.” 

“Well..from that moment on...I couldn't help but notice how much you’ve changed. You wanted to get stronger. And I admired that about you, even when you felt absolutely hopeless you didn't give up. You kept pushing yourself to be better. And before I knew it, admiration turned into love….its corny i know.” 

You felt such a warmth as he spoke about your progress, he noticed how far you had come not just as a hero but as a person. It felt so good to be recognized for your efforts. And from the person  you’ve grown to like at this time. You felt so good in this moment. You shared a comfortable silence together until you felt a spark against your lips. You registered what had happened once it already occurred and you kissed him back, a hand traveling into his blonde hair. 

The kiss you shared was both figuratively and literally electrifying. His curious hands explored over your body through your uniform. After a while, you broke away from the kiss panting heavily staring at his face. A small thump caught your attention. He groaned in frustration from the loss of contact between the two of you. You ruffled his hair walking over to your door pulling it open watching  as your classmates stood outside with flushed faces. 

“What are you doing here?” You questioned them with heavy irritation. You folded your arms over your chest trying to refrain from strangling one of them in your doorway. 

“I told you guys this was a bad idea!” Deku yelled out. “Shut it Deku, you were all for it when we made the bet that they’d do it.” Bakugo retorted. 

Kirishima and Todoroki were the first ones to clear out due to the fear of being beat up for spying on you in such a tender moment. You continued to listen to the rambling  of ongoing excuses for why they were standing outside of your door. The idea of a bet definitely catching your interest the most. And ‘do what?’ is what rang through your head as your classmates scrambled to get their stories straight. 

Denki soon followed behind you wrapping his arms around your waist protectively.

“(Y/n) just forget them. We have more important things to continue. Besides, if we don't go now I think I just might burst.” Grabbing one of your hands he placed it against the bulge of his pants making your irritation completely vanish as embarrassment replaced whatever emotion you were feeling previously.  He then proceeded to pull you into the room and you quickly kicked the door shut to give you some privacy. The lot was too shocked by his actions to care about you slamming the door in their faces. 

“Told you they’d do it! Now pay up you bunch of extras!” 

The sound of defeated groans sounded as money was placed into the hands on Bakugo. 

Inside the room however, you and Denki were far too busy with each other to care about what was going on outside the door. Tomorrow was a new day and you were more than happy to make them pay for their spying in class. But for now you needed to tend to your new found lover before he lost his mind. 

[bangtanoneshotsx]

It’s Always Been You-Namjoon

It had always been him. Always first choice, always the person you’d go to. The first conversation you remember with him was on a cold, windy day, your hands just able to grasp the paper cup that was your primary source of heat. The paper cup was filled with lukewarm hot chocolate, the best the high school could offer. It was break; currently, you were sat on your desk, your notebook pushed off onto your seat. While your friends were still in the cafeteria, you had made your way back to the classroom, giving yourself some time to stare out the window, wishing the time away. 

   “I think it’s supposed to snow tomorrow.” Jumping slightly at the sudden voice, you placed your cup down on the windowsill. Turning to face the owner of the sound, your eyebrows rose in surprise. There, Namjoon stood, a shy smile gracing his lips. His navy blue blazer was neatly buttoned, his once neatly styled hair now sticking up sightly due to his hands continually running through it in frustration. Probably because of the math class you just had. He was sat slightly on the edge of your friend’s desk, his fingers tapping away on the wood as his head tilted, his eyes flickering to the outside world.

Namjoon was known for being the smartest boy in the class. His usual chair in the corner of the room surrounded by his two best friends meant that your paths didn’t cross that often. So him coming to sit beside you was the last thing you’d expect. 

   “I hope so. If it’s bad enough, we can get a day off.” Namjoon chuckled, his cheeks still slightly warm as you gave a gentle smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot his two friends watching, their encouraging smiles the only thing stopping him from running away. He watched as you sighed, taking another sip of the cheap cafeteria hot chocolate. Then suddenly he found words stumbling out of his mouth. Something about how cold it’s getting, how hot chocolate always helps him, how there’s a test next week, and suddenly you had agreed to meet him at a cafe to study with him. With wide eyes, his heart racing Namjoon opened his mouth to speak only to quickly close it when he heard the voices of your friends as they entered the classroom. Tripping over his own feet on the way back to his desk, he felt his cheeks burn up as Yoongi and Hoseok surrounded him, the same question falling from their lips.

   “We have a study date.” Was the only thing Namjoon could say, the possibility of explanation lost on him as even he wasn’t sure what had just happened. 

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Your legs across Namjoon’s lap you turned the page on the textbook you were currently trying to study. The two of you still wore your uniforms, his blazer now unbuttoned and his tie now loose around his neck. Namjoon too was trying to focus on an oversized textbook, though you could tell his attention was on the small business card on the coffee table that held his future. Every so often his eyes drifted to his house phone, his foot anxiously tapping.  

It was apparent he was just in his head, his eyebrows were furrowed, his bottom lip in between his teeth as his mind raced over the audition. Knowing him, he was overthinking every movement he did that day. 

   “You’ve been on the same page for the last twenty minutes.” You giggled, your laughter becoming louder as he looked up at you confusion covering his face, his voice cracking as a small “huh” left him. 

   “I’m sure you passed Joon, you worked so hard who won’t want you?” He could only give a grateful smile, his hand resting on your ankles as he sighed, giving up on the textbook entirely. 

   “But there were guys so much older than me. More experienced than me. Better than me. How am I supposed to compete with that?”

   “Easily. You show how passionate you are, how amazing your lyrics are, how hardworking you are. You’re not top of the class because you’re lazy Namjoon. You didn’t stumble over to me to ask me out because you’re not confident in yourself.” Namjoon’s cheeks were red, his ears quickly following in the same direction. Placing a hand on your waist, he leant towards you. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, the house phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence. An apologetic smile on his lips, Namjoon jumped up from his place on the sofa, the textbook falling to the floor by the force he created when he moved.

Taking a few deep breaths, he looked over to where you sat, a chuckle leaving him as you gave a thumbs up in encouragement. Trying to calm his racing heart, he gave one last deep breath before picking up the white telephone, a shy greeting leaving him. 

You watched in anticipation, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you tried to figure out what the man was saying by Namjoon’s expression. Your heart rate picked up as his anxious expression started to lift, his eyebrows raising, his mouth gaping open as his dimples began to show. 

He passed. He passed! Jumping up, you chucked the textbook onto the sofa, racing to stand next to your boyfriend. 

   “Thank you. Thank you so much, Sir! See you then.” With that, he hung up, the broad grin never leaving his face. 

   “I passed, I made it!” With a laugh, you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug as you felt tears hit your shoulder.

   “You did it Joon, I’m so proud of you.”

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He looked tired. The bags under his eyes were the biggest you had ever seen them, his face at the palest. 

   “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you eating enough?” Your voice was soft, full of worry for the boyfriend you hadn’t seen in months. Namjoon nodded, a soft sigh leaving him as he ran a hand through his hair. 

   “Yeah, they’ve got me on a diet, but I’m eating enough, it’s okay.” Giving a hum, you tried not to doubt him. Something was definitely on his mind. His lack of eye contact, his darting eyes, the slight tremor in his voice all equated to one thing. “You want to break up.” The five words made Namjoon’s breath hitch in his throat, the gasp barely audible. Lowering his head, Namjoon’s shoulders dropped. 

   “I don’t want to. Trust me, I don’t. But I’m about to debut, I have to focus on the group, I’m their leader. Apparently, I can’t have both a career and a relationship right now.” You knew this day was coming, but you were selfish, wanted to hold onto him for just a little longer even if it hurt you in the end. Your eyes filling with tears you leant forward, placing your hand on his thigh.   

     “I understand Joon. I mean it was kinda inevitable. We’ve both seen idols and their dating scandals.” Namjoon could only nod, sniffling as he tried to fight back tears. “Hey.” You spoke, making him look up at you for what seemed like the first time that night. “You’re about to become the leader of a group. A group that I’m sure will conquer the world. It’s okay.” He didn’t speak, instead simply brought you onto his lap, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck as he squeezed you tight.

   “I’m scared.” The high pitch tone told you his worries and anxiety was deep, covering more than one topic. Bringing your hand up to run through his hair, you sighed, allowing tears to start to roll down your cheeks.

   “I know. But you’re about to achieve great things. I’ll wait for you Namjoon. I promise.”

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You cried tears of joy that night. Watching him surrounded by the six boys that had become like his family, all with eager smiles, already their dedication showing through. He was still the Namjoon you knew. Careful with his words, gentle, mindful of others. Now his dreams were becoming true; you knew he’d only fight harder to keep them. Your bowl of ice cream was left untouched as you watched the small interview, listened as he described the reasoning behind his name. 

Now to everyone he was Rap Monster, the leader of BTS. But he was still Namjoon to you. Still the shy boy that helped you study, that wrote lyrics, that studied as much as he breathed. He was still your Joon, still held that special place in your heart. That was the one thing allowing you to go through this. Knowing that he was still in your heart, and hopefully you in his. 

Him debuting meant you had to watch in anger as his group was ridiculed, pushed aside. Often you found hot tears escaping you as your hands balled into fists. He had worked so hard for this, they all had. Why couldn’t anyone see that, why didn’t anyone care?

But when they won their first award, you weren’t sure where the screams were louder, the ones in the arena or in your living room. A grin never left your face as he spoke into the mic, shortening his efforts, all of his hard work into a few simple words. They were on their way to stardom, to achieving their dreams. And your heart swelled with pride. But there was always a little nagging thought of if only you were there with him. If only you could celebrate with him, congratulate him in person, feel that bone-crushing hug he gave when he was ecstatic. 

Hopefully, that time would come. For now, you had to resign to sit in your living room watching him on a screen like many others.

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It had been years since Namjoon debuted. Years since your last conversation. Still, you kept his contact, the heart still next to his name, hoping that he never changed the number. The heart never left his name, the emoticon still reminding you that no one would ever be the same as Namjoon. You had tried, tried to date other people. Tried to move on. But you couldn’t. None of them were him, they didn’t hold you like you were their whole world, they didn’t light up when they saw you, they didn’t have random facts about anything, they didn’t have passion for music. They just weren’t him. They never would be. So they always lasted only a couple months, always mentioning that you were never fully committed. And you weren’t. Not when he was out there, still holding that promise that you’d make it back to each other. 

Being in your early 20’s now you knew you should probably forget about the promise the two of you made as teenagers, but you knew Namjoon. Knew he didn’t say something just for the sake of it. He’d come back for you, you knew it.

The sound of your phone filling the room woke you from your slumber. With a groan, you fumbled, picking up the phone only to wince at the bright screen. The digital numbers told you it was too early for an average human to be awake. With your tiredness you didn’t bother to check the name on your screen, nor did you see the heart emoji. 

   “Hello?” You grumbled, ready to shout at the person who decided the phone call couldn’t wait. 

   “Y/N?” At the sound of his voice, you sat up, your heart starting to race. “Y/N, it’s me. Namjoon? Listen, I don���t know if you remember, but we made a promise years ago.”

   “I remember Namjoon. God, I missed you so much.” The sound of his voice made all the emotions from that night come flooding back. The last teary goodbye, the pride and sadness that filled you that night as you watched him leave. Already you could feel tears fill your eyes. 

   “I missed you too, more than you know. But I made it Y/N, it happened.” His voice cracked, a slight waver just audible.

   “You did. And I’m so proud of you.” A small ‘thank you’ was followed with a sigh, you could hear the hesitation.

   “About the promise we made. I called to tell you I can date now. I mean it still has to be a secret, but it’s better than nothing. God, I don’t even know if you’re still single, but I thought you had the right to know. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since we broke up.” He continued to ramble. All words lost on you as you were stuck on the same sentence. He could date now, he still remembered you. What did this mean for you, what would happen now?

   “Namjoon.”

   “Yeah?”

   “I still love you. I tried to date, tried to move on but I couldn’t. Do you want to meet up and talk about this?” You could hear his grin as he answered, quickly setting up a time and place for later that day. “Oh and Joon?”

   “Yeah?”

   “Don’t call me this early again.” Namjoon could only chuckle, muttering something about ‘never changing.’ 

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Your son’s toys were scattered around the living room floor. His artwork covering a small section of the wall that the TV was attached to. You sat on the sofa, the children’s programme still playing though the volume was lower. You could hear Namjoon in your son’s bedroom, his voice low as he probably placed your son’s favourite book back on the bookshelf. Your son had a tendency to stay up for Namjoon, waiting until his father could read him to sleep. This often caused him to fall asleep within the first five minutes. Still, Namjoon loved the time alone with him, even if it was short. 

Softly shutting his son’s bedroom door, Namjoon padded through to where you sat. 

   “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten past the fourth page.” He chuckled, lifting up your legs so he could sit next to you, placing them back on his lap. Giggling, you inched forward so you could cuddle into his side, a soft sigh leaving you.

   “Still his favourite book though. Won’t let me read it to him, he says it’s just for you and him.” You didn’t miss the grin that covered Namjoon’s face, the slight tears in his eyes. 

It was moments like these that you knew the struggle was worth it. Those years spent without him, hanging onto a promise you had made. Ever since he stumbled over to you in the classroom on that cold, windy day, it had been him. From the awkward teenager to the now confident man that you had built a family with, nothing had changed. Namjoon was still the only person for you, the only one that made you feel completely safe, the only one that still set off butterflies in your stomach. 

It had always been him, it always would be him.

[moxle]

42 questions w/ angela seo!

want the blank? come here! (yes it’s a meme but idc i did it anyways for developmental purposes)

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

angie walks with a skip in her step. with her resting smile face, she walks around the campus with an excited energy. her arms naturally move a little more than usual. she essentially walks as if she’s always in a good mood and perhaps that’s because of the fact she always tells herself to start her day right. 

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

she’s kind of unaware of how much physical space she takes up. essentially like any other quirky girl, she gets into people’s spaces without intending to. it’s only when they point it out to her that she takes notice and creates a little bit of space. 

when she’s resting, she likes to hug things when she goes to sleep. if she isn’t holding something in her bed, she will be staying up all night. 

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd?

she’s aware of the fact that she’s a little peculiar, so she doesn’t mind being the center of attention. rather, she naturally gets the spotlight without even wanting it. it’s because she’s a spontaneous person and doesn’t exactly know when to tone it down. 

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

angie’s slim and thin, so a lot of people like to look at her as if she was gentle and kind. with the fact that she’s not into a lot of sports, that also doesn’t give her the impression of being someone who is physically strong. but she doesn’t let that become a problem when doing what she wants. 

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

her fashion is more soft girl vibes. essentially anything that’s pastel or cute and would be on pinterest. she’s huge on pastel pink, blue, and purple (and that’s a coincidence that’s also the colors of her sexuality) and you can expect to find a variation of tennis skirts in her closet. she likes hair clips and scrunchies, and also loves wearing jewelry that resembles something ˆcute, like anything with one of those craft store mini teddy bears or lollipop earrings. 

one thing that remains constant about her though is her necklace that she had received from her parents long ago. it was when she was still a very young child—before her relationship with them became... strained.

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

in class - genuinely tries to keep focused and seem interested in the topic she is learning about (esp if it’s herbology or potions). however, if you’re her friend and you’re in the same class, there’s no doubt she’s going to pester you during class time. but at the end of the day, she wishes to try her best so that she can be able to prove herself to be a good healer to her parents. 

out of class / in public - constantly smiling and waving to everyone she happens to make eye contact with. she’s the type of person to smile at the sound of birds chirping. and since she’s clumsy, she’s also the type to get distracted saying hi to someone and then bump into a wall. in general, though, she is perhaps the perkiest person in the room. and she likes to do things her way as well, so other people might be a little bewildered by her behavior. 

on her own / just you and her, and you’re close - she’s a lot more gloomier than she is with everyone else. you could essentially compare her to the night sky in which she’s bright and bubbly when the sun is out, yet calm and thoughtful when not many people are around. she likes to show off to everyone how carefree she is, but she is actually a thoughtful person when alone. she just doesn’t exactly feel comfortable with revealing that part of herself to anyone yet. 

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

as mentioned above, it usually depends on the situation. but you’d naturally find angie being kind to everyone she meets. there’s not really much of a mean bone in her body. she likes to greet others with a big smile and described as someone who’s “too good for her own good”. 

the same applies to magical creatures or even inanimate objects around her: she always treats them with care. there’s a few opportunities where you’ll see her apologize to a trash can for bumping into it at least every two weeks. the only thing she’ll leave an exception for is things in her dorm... because she’s a very messy person who isn’t always the most organized. 

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?

it actually is hard to tell when angie is uneasy with her kind of personality, simply because she doesn’t really want to burden anyone with her negative thoughts. really, the only time you can find her at the least amount of ease is when she’s visibly upset and there’s no way to cover that. if in the case you’re in the same room with her while she’s deeply upset, if she isn’t off to somewhere more private to deal with her emotions on her own, she’d be apologizing for “feeling this way” or try her best to get out of the room as soon as possible. 

otherwise, you’d naturally find her comfortable so long as she has a smile on her face (which is not a rare thing to see from her). she wishes to be everyone’s friend and when she’s around people who are her friends, she feels like the version of herself that she wants to be. 

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

energy - in the case she’s very excited over something, her tone of voice gets higher. her eyes sparkle more than they usually do and she looks as if she’s seen the god of cats and a million rainbows that follow behind him. she’s jumpy and very likely to pull someone in for a hug immediately. 

exhaustion - when she is physically tired (cause, like mentioned, doesn’t like to show that she’s seriously upset), she’s loud in complaining about how tired she is and is a tad bit dramatic with it. “AHHH! i am so TIRED!” it’s so that the other person who’s with her can laugh at her or sigh and shake their head for her being... her. however, if she knows that she’s not the only one struggling, she’s definitely going to keep the complaining to a minimum and work hard for both herself and the other person. after all, if she dramatically complained whilst the other person doesn’t seem like they’d be able to do anything positive in response, that’d only burden them. 

tension - she personally does not like expressing her upset emotions in front of everyone, but she tends to relieve of the stress by crying to herself. until then, she just tries her best to smile around everyone and hope for the best. is it the best thing to do in that sort of situation? absolutely not. but does she care? no, not really. 

10. What energizes and drains them most?

angie is the textbook definition of an extrovert, so naturally the answer to that is other people. being surrounded by others is what fuels her and keeps her upbeat. if she were to spend some time on her own, she’d definitely be a little more calmer and less upbeat. 

that being said, it’s best not to leave angie on her own. her thoughts can get a little overwhelming for her if she were to be left alone with them, mainly because her mindset of negative emotions is thanks to her parents. that being said, she is very much not comfortable with talking about family, so it’s best not to talk about that either around her unless you want to make it awkward for her. 

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?

having lived in england her entire life, it’s easy to assume that the girl has an accent when speaking english with a yorkshire accent. however, as she’s currently residing in mokseong, she would mostly speak in korean (seoul dialect because she can’t wrap her head around busan dialect), only speaking english to those who also speak it. her tone is bright and it’s sometimes loud. she is sometimes a little too comfortable with those she is speaking to, so it’s not rare for her to speak informally to some (or not as formally to everyone around her). anyone could call her out on that, but she won’t really pay much attention to it. 

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

if she’s talking for a long time, she’s always moving her hands around to get them to do something and express herself more in a way. she’s usually standing straight, but she tends to move around even if her feet are set on the ground. her eyes are usually bright when talking to another person and she always likes to make sure she’s actively listening to others if not actively speaking. simply put, she’s energetic in her movement and her behavior. 

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

having grown up with parents that forced her to live a bit of a realistic (see: pessimistic) mindset, it only makes angie look at life optimistically. in her mind, there’s always a brighter side to everything and it’s important for her to hyper focus on that rather than the negatives. if she were to think too much about the negatives, she’d put herself in a position that she isn’t exactly comfortable to be in. so she always motivates herself with that mindset by constantly reminding herself of all the good things in life. 

as a result, whenever someone is harsh with her, she doesn’t take it personally. not many people can talk shit to her about other people, because she’d end up saying nice stuff in their defense instead. even when she’s struggling, she simply whines about it before continuing to go through it until she is complete because rewards will be given if she does the job. 

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

she’s an avid believer in the golden rule, specifically the philosophy of treating others the way she’d want to be treated. as a result, she always treats others with kindness even if they don’t give her that immediate reaction right away. it also explains why she could be a little more comfortable with others more than others would expect. it’s because she wants everyone to be comfortable around her! she wants to give soft vibes with everyone. 

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

her inner life, compared to the one that most people are used to seeing, is quite the opposite of how she presents herself to other people. if not surrounded by any company or distracted by anything, the girl’s mind would wander off to more negative though. loneliness is one of her biggest fears, so she’s definitely more on edge than she usually is. 

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?

she does dream! she;s even had a dream jorunal since her first year of hogwarts so that she could look back on any funny or peculiar dreams she’s had from then ‘til now. she has a few journals already, actually! her favorite dream is one in which she’s drinking butterbeer with cat people!! because kitties are so interesting. 

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?

definitely nature. when she had started going to hogwarts, her parents began to be more hostile with her because they were already trying to decide on her life choices for her. the only reason why she is as bright and positive as she is today is because of her experiences in hogwarts. it even grew stronger the moment she stepped onto the mokseong campus, a new environment away from her family. she was practically free to do whatever she wanted... and so she did!

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

(writing as the mun) 

as of now, i can really see only two paths for her. one is where she can make peace with her family while also being able to follow her dreams of becoming a healer and not disappointing them that way. alternatively, she can get the healer ending, but still hold a grudge against her family and still find herself feeling unhappy because of their awkward relationship. ANOTHER ONE... is death :) but i need to think more on that before i can act on it aha

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?

though she usually takes the role of being the center of attention in the group, she would usually be more of a follower than she would be a leader. is she obnoxiously loud? absolutely. would she like to take order and be responsible for anything? not exactly. she is simply there to have a fun time with everyone there. and it doesn’t matter whether or not she is close with the group she is with, as she will always try to make sure everyone (including herself) has a good time. 

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

(don’t exactly have much relationships with her yet, because i’ve been sucking at plotting with her recently. but i’ll just type out what i had in mind in the general basis) 

friends - she is perhaps the most at her element when she is surrounded by her friends. if you already saw her smiling while walking through campus before, you’ll immediately see that smile brightening if she sees you from across the campus. and she can even be a little too comfortable around a person, so make sure to set your boundaries so she can understand and respect them!! because she will!! she loves everyone. 

family - and by everyone, that excludes her parents. she’s a little more reserved when she’s around them because she doesn’t exactly have a good relationship with them. it had been like this since she had turned eleven and gotten her hogwarts acceptance letter. it’s mainly because she would try to ignore their comments on her life decisions, as they would always have something negative to say about them if not solely her. if someone were to ask about her family, she’d basically give the rosa (brooklyn 99) response and say “i have one :)”

lovers - she’s never actually been in a relationship before and she has her family to blame for that. as much as she tries to ignore their cruel comments and ways so that she could live her own life, she sometimes feels as if she doesn’t deserve love if they don’t love her. she’d simply be a nuisance to her future partner, she thinks. (aha prove her wrong) 

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

as mentioned previously, she’s never actually been in a relationship before. but her ideal relationship is someone who she could rely on or trust. someone who she could be vulnerable around without feeling like she’s burdening the other by doing so. simply put, she wishes to be with someone who makes her feel safe. who could love her for her. and who could give her soft kisses and cuddles. and she’s not a super kinky person, but she will be here to serve ahaha 

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

her aura and personality could be compared to the sun and with that being said, there’s usually two kinds of reactions that she could possibly face as a result; people who enjoy the warm energy she gives or people who find her light to be a bother. there are people who could find her a pleasure to be around and appreciate her optimism and spontaneous personality, but it is possible for others to be overwhelmed by her presence or find her to be annoying. either way, she doesn’t exactly plan on changing her ways and she can only hope for other people to get that gist and adapt to it. 

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult?

for a social situation to be considered difficult to angie, there needs to be conflict. she’s not exactly the type of person who would know how to handle arguments in general. she personally wouldn’t want to get into one with her friends, so seeing her friends, or really anyone, argue in front of her would stress her out. so she tries her best to tone it down if she even sees a sign of a situation escalating. 

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

though angie doesn’t really like to consider her “persona” to be labelled as that, it essentially is a cover up that hides how lonely she is. however, she likes to live as if she has two sides of herself: day mode and night mode. day mode is what she presents to everyone and how she regularly acts when others are around. however, if left alone or when not surrounded by others, she’s a bit more calmer in energy. and if you leave her alone, she may find herself being overwhelmed by loneliness. 

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

no matter what relationship it may be, angie in the end wants mutual happiness from both sides. from someone who’s usually grouchy, just a small “i appreciate you” or “you’re not too annoying” is enough for her. in the end, she really wishes to help people and make them feel better, even if it’s through something small.

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

having never been in one, she sees them as an adventure that she has yet to explore. though she’s a bit romantic about everything in life, she is for sure a hopeless romantic and is longing for the day someone can finally give her heart a chance. until then, she will continue to have fun with knowing everyone else besides her, as she’s gotta focus on having fun while she continues to study in mokseong. 

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why?

she’s a fan of all kinds of flavors, but she isn’t too fond of anything too bitter. if you’re getting her anything from the cafe or local coffee shop, make sure it’s fruity.

while she generally likes most of her classes, the one class she isn’t exactly the best at is defense against the dark arts. it’s mainly because of the fact that angie tends to stray away from anything she considers “negative energy”. not only that, but she doesn’t want to get hurt easily and that class always makes her a little anxious. but of course, she has to take that class for her major. 

and while she is generally accepting of everyone she comes in contact with, she does get a little irked when she runs into someone like her parents. she tries to keep her distance from people who believe they can control her. maybe little jokes about it will not bother her, but she really does not like demanding people. 

28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why?

journal!! she’s very into journalling. she’s got a few bullet journals and everything. she will make pretty entries with pretty pens, markers, and sticky notes!! you can expect her handwriting to be good, even if she doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would have good handwriting. 

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

she has been journaling since her third year in hogwarts and she’s found it to be quite therapeutic, as it helps get her frustrations about her family out of her mind. she also likes to bake whenever she has the free time to do it, mainly because she believes that anything sweet could make anyone smile.

and as a member of the gaming club, she also has played her spare share of games on her laptop and on her switch. (also some dating sims on her phone shh) and compared to those first two hobbies, this one is a little negative in her life. but at least she gets to make friends even if she’s staring at a screen for longer than she should! 

she also has a guilty pleasure and yes it’s one direction. do not @ her. 

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

she loves to be around people and talking to others! social gatherings are practically her calling and even fun places such as the arcade or amusement park make her go off the walls! when she isn’t surrounded by people or in the company of others, she tends to get a little negative and sad. if she were to ever write a handbook on how to take care of her, the number one and most important rule would be to NOT LEAVE HER ALONE. 

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

anything that can ruin a good time for her, or anything for her at all, is the topic of family. if you were to put her in a place where she had to talk about her relationship with her family, she would either try to dodge that question or just straight up say no! 

however, if you want her to treasure her forever, just simply serenade her with a one direction song and she’ll think you’re soulmates. other than that, it’s not exactly hard to get on angie’s good side!! she’s kind of a people pleaser to begin with anyway. 

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

as mentioned previously, there is a coin necklace that angela always wears. she was given that necklace at a young age by her mother and father for her birthday. when she looks at the necklace, it reminds her of the good times in which her relationship with her parents was constant. after she had enrolled in mokseong, she had cut off contact with them entirely. but even if so, she still loves them until the end. it’s why she keeps it around her neck still. 

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

when in classes, her preferred method of learning is taking notes. she’s gotta use her calligraphy skills for something, right? 

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

angie doesn’t exactly think about the world too much. all she knows deep in her heart is that they are people who are either already good or are capable of being good. with wanting to be able to do something good for the world, she thinks it’s a responsibility for her as well as other people to try and help others become people who are more loving and accepting. 

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

besides her usual notetaking, angie is able to learn valuable life lessons from her own personal experiences that she’s observed. because of that, she keeps that to heart with future interactions. like how she shouldn’t talk too much about being an auror because she knows little to nothing about that, but she can go on and on about all the magical creatures on campus. 

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this?

she mainly relies on emotions. the reason why she likes to live life a little bit more spontaneously is because she wishes to do everything her way no matter what others tell her. she does not care about what others may think of her when she does it. all she cares about is whether or not whatever she’s doing will make her happy or not. 

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

before hogwarts, she was essentially learning standard education that other muggles have learned. however, she has been struggling with adhd since she was a little child. it wasn’t until her fourth year where she was able to get medication for it. because of that, she needs to take her medication if she wishes to do an assignment, otherwise she will struggle heavily with it. 

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

she’s satisfied with how she views the world and her thought process before making decisions. it’s really other people (cough mother and father) that she wishes she could change. 

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

“do they still think of me?” - in relation to her parents after she moved out. 

“is what i’m doing really worth it?” - also in relation to her parents, specifically about whether or not they were right when they advised her not to be a healing major. 

“how can i make today start great?” - her daily routine to ask that to herself every day. 

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

she often thinks about how many people are out there and if they, like her, are struggling as well. obviously, she knows she isn’t alone, but it’s something she wonders about and she can’t help but feel supported by the fact that there may be people out there. she can’t help but think about how wonderful everyone is and how each of them could make a contribution to make the world an amazing place. she just thinks people are neat!

jokingly speaking, she asks herself whether or not a “butt” is singular or plural. 

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why?

rosy red nose and flushed cheeks. cherry red heart shaped sunglasses. getting lost in sunflower fields. hiding her tears among yellow flower petals. running her hands through the grass. perfectly imperfect day old curls. 

no reason why. just because. 

42. Who is her favorite member of One Direction?

mr harry styles 

[our-heroes-rise]

Hi there!!! First time requesting... I'll use this chance to request a Midoriya x reader story where reader is small breasted, tall, thin, shy at the beginning, cheerful when they're comfortable, nerd, gamer, wears glasses, brunette and olive skinned. I'll leave the plot on your capable hands, I just want a happy ending, please!!! Izuku and reader ending up together!!! Thank you so much!!!

i think i had a bit too much fun writing this, haha. i deeply apologize for the ridiculously long wait though, hun, and i hope you enjoy what i’ve written for you. i rewrote this three times then finally got something i was happy with on the third try. think i’ll try to incorporate the “realistic” messages more often, they’re sure fun to make. anyway, hope you like it!

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Your fingers thrummed anxiously against the hardwood table as you stared blankly at the textbook before you, not at all taking in the very much helpful information it provided for figuring out the problem you had been stuck on for the past ten minutes. It wasn’t entirely your fault that you couldn’t bring yourself to focus though.

Ten minutes. They were all ten minutes late.

It wasn’t normal for all of them to be late. Momo was always on time -- always early, in fact. She never allowed herself to be less than five minutes early. Which was why you were extremely surprised when you entered the small coffee shop to find your friend’s usual table vacant of the beautiful high black ponytail.

There were no new messages in the group chat, you had already checked about a million times since you had arrived.

Nothing to let you know that anyone would be running late, or had canceled plans. It was so unlike Momo -- so unlike everyone, honestly. And it made you nervous.

Had something happened to them? Did a message not get through to you or something? What if they had all said that they couldn’t make it and he showed up expecting everyone to be here but all he found was you sitting at a table by yourself? Oh God, that would make it look like you lied to him. Would he be mad and want to leave? Why would he want to stay? He had probably only said he would come because he didn’t want you to feel bad if he rejected your offer.

That didn’t make sense anyway, he was in the group chat so even if you didn’t get the message that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. Why would he even bother coming then?

Dear Lord, you wished your brain would shut up.

Two years. Two whole stupid years you have had a crush on him and never once had you tried to “shoot your shot”, as Mina would put it. You would face a hundred villains and All Might himself before you decided to muster up the courage to shoot your dumb friggin shot and face the possible embarrassment of rejection. It had taken you months to actually stand there like a big girl and have a decent conversation with him without stumbling over your words and averting your eyes away from him every two seconds. Then even longer to just ask him to hang out with you.

But not alone. God, no, not alone. You had to have other people there or else it would be too intimate, at least with other people you could have other things to distract yourself with if things got awkward. Keeping up a conversation with people you liked or weren’t extremely familiar with wasn’t exactly your forte. Your brain always seemed to draw a blank, which made normal human interaction a pain.

If you got stuck alone here with him you weren’t sure that you could forgive your friends for ditching, unless something really serious had happened. Geez, how would you even focus on your work? The study session hadn’t entirely been a ploy made up by your friends and yourself just to get to spend time with your crush. You had actually planned to study for the upcoming math test. You weren’t exactly terrible at math. Usually, you didn’t have much of a problem with it, but this unit had been utter hell, to put it bluntly. If someone is trying to become a hero, why do they need to know how to calculate the length and space between a curve on a graph? Really, what was the point?

A shrill ping echoed through your headphones, interrupting your blaring music and causing you to flinch slightly out of your thoughts.

Your eyes narrowed as they trailed further and further down the paragraph, suspicion settling into the pit of your stomach. All three of your most family-oriented friends forgot they had previous arrangements with their families? Doubtful. Mina getting food poisoning sounded about right, she sat with Sero and Kaminari during lunch sometimes, who are always daring her to eat disgusting food combinations. Jirou offering to help take care of said sick Mina? Absolutely not. Jirou can not stand to be around sick people, it grosses her out. She would rather spend ten minutes flirting with Bakugou than smell another person’s food-poison vomit.

If they had wanted to lie they should have tried a little harder to make it believable.

You weren’t going to call them out on it, though. Not once the realization dawned on you that your friends had, in undeniable fact now, left you all alone with your crush. And on purpose.

Why do they hate me?!

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, at a loss for what to say, until you saw his message slide through the chat.

Your heart lurched into your throat at his question. Now was your chance to ditch, to reschedule the plans for another time, and you were already typing up your excuse when another message pinged through your headphones.

This was completely unfair. They had all promised to be here with you and now they were all dropping out on you at the last second like they had planned this all along. Which, honestly, is probably what they had done.

You let out a heavy sigh, slumping further down into your seat, textbook and notes completely forgotten.

Truly, you knew your friends meant well in all of this, you just wished they had chosen a better way to go about it.

But, there really isn’t a better way, is there?

You certainly weren’t going to make the first move and Midoriya probably wasn’t either - if he even liked you that way. Despite the great amount of confidence he had gained over the past few years, mostly regarding his fighting style and the way he spoke to Bakugou, he could still be easily flustered, even if it wasn’t as common as before. So, no, you supposed there definitely wasn’t a better way your friends could have pulled this off.

Another heavily anxious sigh pushed past your lips as you fixed your slouching posture and reopened the group chat.

You let your fingers loom over the keyboard, once again, seriously contemplating your original idea to take a raincheck. Midoriya wouldn’t be upset with you, he would be completely understanding, especially if your excuse was good enough. Period cramps were a thing, ya know? Sometimes they caught you off guard and maybe you just didn’t -

Oh, for Christ’s sake, screw it.

That wasn’t too bad.

No, it was perfectly fine and he would be here in a few minutes.

He would be here in a few minutes.

Oh, for the love of All Might, he would be here, with you, alone, in a few God forsakenly short minutes and you had not a clue in the whole stupid world how this was going to go. You were panicking, a sort of pathetic amount, if you were going to be honest with yourself.

This was just Midoriya.

Midoriya, the cute nerdy kid who was the absolute sweetest person you had ever met in your entire life. The I Can And Absolutely Will Give My Life To Protect Everyone I Know And Love, Midoriya. The Midoriya who could shatter ten brick walls with less than a fifth of his power and still have enough to fend off three hundred more waiting villains.

Midoriya, the kindest, most gentle, and fiery soul you had ever known. The soul you had so stupidly allowed yourself to fall in love with these past few years.

Love.

That was a strong word, but something about it felt right when you applied it to your feelings for the gentle green-haired boy, which was a little terrifying, considering that most of his perspective of you was largely unknown. It was probably just your overly hormonal teenage brain trying to convince you that this emotion could only be found in the green eyes of the one and only class nerd. That didn’t matter anymore though. You knew you had already let yourself fall too far from the cliff edge to have any hope of saving yourself now.

Screw it, you repeated to yourself, tossing your phone back onto the table to resume staring blankly at your textbook, your brows only slightly more furrowed than before.

You had already started digging this grave two years ago, fully aware of the consequences, might as well finish it up and lay in it, nothing worse could come of it. Except, maybe, being buried alive and suffocating under the weight of your own regret.

It’ll be fine. It’s just Izuku. My friend. My friend... that I’ve had a crush on for -

It was a long - but still too short - couple of minutes.

Midoriya arrived at the cafe ten minutes later looking surprisingly out of breath. The freckled bridge of his nose and cheeks were a bright rosy red, bitten from the crisp winter evening air. He slumped into the chair across from you, flashing you the brightest smile you had ever seen while he set his bag down beside him.

“Sorry, I’m late,” He said, voice garbled through the noise of your headphones, which you immediately yanked out. “I was talking to Kirishima and completely lost track of time. I’m glad you waited for me though.”

“O-Oh, it’s okay,” you stammered, doing your best to return his smile just as confidently, though you were sure anyone could see how terribly flustered you already were. “I really hadn’t been waiting that long, I’m just happy you were able to come.” His breathing still sounded slightly labored as he pulled out his notebook and Algebra textbook, your brow quirked up in curiosity. “Izuku, did you run all the way here or something?”

A flush that you know has nothing to do with with the cold flares up his entire face to the tips of his ears, and his green eyes flicker sheepishly towards yours. “Uhm - Well, yeah, I felt bad for keeping you waiting for so long. Don’t worry, it was just a couple of blocks, I’m okay.” A small breathless laugh bubbled past his lips, “I’m thankful for Aizawa’s endurance training though.”

“Yeah,” you laughed with him, too aware of the heat you felt crawling up your neck. He had actually ran all the way from the dorms to the coffee shop just for you, because he felt guilty for keeping you waiting, even if it had only been a couple of minutes.

It was silly for you to dwell on such a thing, honestly. Midoriya really was just that type of person, it wouldn’t be considered a big deal to anyone else, but to you it meant the world. And you couldn’t do anything to tame the butterflies in your stomach when you pictured him, face scrunched with slight panic and focus as he rushed through the evening crowds all the way here, just to get to you quicker.

“I know it’s a bit late and all,” Midoriya mumbled, bringing you back into reality with a small jolt that, thankfully, went completely unnoticed by him as he still had his face in his bag. “But did you want anything from the cafe? I brought some money with me.”

“No, I’m okay, thank you though.” You were wide awake right now, caffeine wouldn’t do anything but make your nerves worse.

A small frown tugged at the corner of his mouth once he came back up from his bag, beaten up All Might wallet in hand. It was a challenge not to crack a smile in its direction. “You sure? I really don’t mind getting you something. I feel like I should pay you back for waiting for me.”

You rolled your eyes picking up a playful smile so he knew you weren’t actually irritated with him. “I told you, it’s fine, Izuku. You didn’t keep me waiting long, I promise.” You waved a hand in the direction of the cafe bar, “If you want to get something, go ahead, I don’t mind waiting a few more minutes.”

Midoriya paused for a moment, casting his gaze off to the side for a second before he shook his head. Seemingly having made a decision he tucked his wallet back into his backpack and gave you a warm grin. “I’m fine, I was really just asking for you, but I’m glad you’re not upset. You’re really too sweet, Y/n. Anyway, was there anything you wanted to go over first? Ochaco said you were struggling with-”

But your mind had started buzzing the second his compliment had reached your ears. A part of your brain was screaming at yourself to get a grip and the other part of you just really, really wanted to hear him say it again with that same heart-melting smile of his.

“Yeah,” you said absently, unaware as to what you were actually agreeing to. You knew the smile you were giving him must have made you look like a lovesick puppy ready to barf rainbows, yet you didn’t have enough properly operating brain cells to make you care. “We can start with that first.”

“Okay, that’s great! I have some notes you can look over if you want, or I can explain it if you’d like. I was also having trouble with this, but Iida was able to explain it to me in a way that actually makes sense, so I can try to explain it the same way. Is that alright?”

It took all of your focus to make yourself look down at the notebook he was holding out for you and actually process the words written on the paper. Then another few seconds for you to realize that you had no clue what in the hell the notes were talking about. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t zone out anymore or else you would be utterly screwed by the time the test came around.

“Uh, explain it, please?” you mumbled, casting a quick shy glance in his direction. “If you don’t mind.”

He chuckled and the sound made the heat in your cheeks grow a little hotter. “Not at all. So, the way Tenya explained it was like this...”

It was quite a feat to keep your brain focused on the task at hand rather than on the way Midoriya’s hand would brush against yours every once in a while when he was showing you how to solve a problem. Or the way his nose crinkled when he thought something you did was funny, but clearly didn’t want to laugh at for your sake. Or the way he had asked if he could sit next to you instead of across from you because it would be a lot easier for him to show you what he was doing. And the way his warm shoulder - covered in a large grey hoodie that had no right looking that good on him - pressed gently into yours.

It had been a difficult battle, but you had won. By the end of the night, you were caught up on everything you hadn’t understood in Algebra a couple hours prior. Midoriya grinned proudly down at your practice problems, unable to find a single mistake this time.

“You’re a really quick learner, Y/n,” he laughed, tilting his head to look back at you, his green eyes sparkling. “Are you sure you needed my help in the first place?”

You flushed, letting out a small giggle. “Oh, definitely,” you responded softly from behind the hand you had brought up to cover your mouth. “I didn’t know what the heck I was doing until you got here. It all just looked like a bunch of-”

“You shouldn’t hide your smile like that. It’s too beautiful to keep hidden.”

“H-Huh?” Oh, your face was totally on fire now.

Had you heard him correctly?

“I-I mean - U-Uhm - I’m really sorry!” Midoriya stammered, his hands immediately flying up into the air as if he didn’t know where to put them anymore as he quickly shuffled away from you on the booth. “That was really weird of me to say, sorry. I just - well, uhm - just -” he moved his text book over towards him and stared intensely at it, obviously intent on not making anymore eye contact with you.

Which was the absolute last thing you wanted right now, but you were still trying to wrap your head around everything that had just happened. That wasn’t the usual Midoriya compliment. He didn’t tell all of his friends how beautiful he thought there smiles were. It didn’t even seem like he had meant to say it in the first place, he was so flustered now.

“Was there - uhm - anything else you wanted to go over? I’m pretty much caught up on everything, so it’s - it’s whatever you want to do.”

Well, that definitely caught your attention. “You’re caught up on everything?” You asked slowly, brain still buffering severely. Midoriya nodded, green curls bouncing with the jerky movement. He didn’t look at you though. “Izuku, did you rush all the way out here just to help me?”

Again, not a thing Midoriya wouldn’t naturally do on his own, but the way he was reacting was a clear sign that this wasn’t just because of that fantastically kind heart of his. Warm hope, that you didn’t have the willpower to crush, bloomed large and all consuming within your chest.

He nodded once again, but this time you caught the apprehensive glance he shot at you from the corner of his eye. “Y-Yeah.” You noticed how prominent his freckles looked against the firey color of his cheeks, and it made your heart flutter. Midoriya let out a heavy sigh before finally looking back towards you, textbook forgotten. “Ochaco said it was a good idea for us to hang out together because - well - I - she knows that I - that I’ve liked you for a while.” The last part was barely loud enough for you to hear over the night time rush of the cafe, but your ears had most definitely not failed you that time.

“M-Me?”

Yes, you idiot! Who else would he be talking about?

Ochaco had known about it. Your best friend had known about it and hadn’t told you? Had let you keep your feelings for him buried deep within your heart for all of that time.

You couldn’t blame her, no matter how terribly you wanted to. You knew Ochaco did it with the best intentions. Ochaco wasn’t one to go around spilling everyone’s secrets. She had probably kept hope that Midoriya - or maybe you, even though the chances of that were slim to none - would finally admit to one another. That made this grand scheme of hers her way of telling you and Midoriya that even she had gotten tired of waiting for you two.

“Yeah, I told her this was a bad idea and that you probably didn’t feel the same way, but she insisted,” he added quickly, hands gone back to moving around the air awkwardly. “I’m really sorry that I’ve made this really weird now, I - I can leave if you want.”

Without thinking - just as you had been through out the course of this entire conversation - your hand shot out to wrap around one of his to keep him in place, even though he had made no indication of getting up.

“No!” You winced at your sudden volume, face burning again. “No, you can stay. Trust me, you haven’t made it weird, I’m just - uhh - trying to, I guess, process everything. Give me a second, please?”

Midoriya looked visibly stunned, but nodded his quick jerky nod nonetheless, bouncing his green curls again. Your brain ran through everything he had just said over and over until you were absolutely positive you hadn’t imagined any of it. Until you were absolutely positive that the boy you had so stupidly allowed yourself to fall for had just admitted having feelings for you. It wasn’t a trick of your mind from lack of sleep or too many hours of work, Midoriya had really just said all of that. That he thought your smile was too beautiful to hide, that he had ran all this way not because he needed to study but because he wanted to make sure you didn’t need his help, that he liked you. But not just liked you, he had liked you for a while.

A while. How long was that?

Probably not as long as you, but the answer didn’t matter. You were sure that he could have told you it was for the past couple of hours and you would still be just as happy.

A gentle squeeze around your hand from calloused fingers pulled you back to Earth, and you looked down to find that his hand - only slightly bigger than yours - was still wrapped up tightly in your own as if you were too scared to let go of him, scared he would disappear like the remnants of a dream.

“A-are you sure I didn’t make it weird?”

You laughed breathlessly, a bright grin lighting up your face as you lifted your eyes to meet his. His shoulders had relaxed a tiny bit, but his emerald eyes were still swimming with anxiety, even when you shook your head no.

“I’m - I’m sure, Izuku. I promise you didn’t make it weird.” You glanced down to pull his hand into your lap as you shifted in your seat to face him properly. Truthfully, you should have let go of his hand a while ago, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it yet. At least, he didn’t seem to mind. “I just - I dunno - I guess, I thought I would never be able to hear you say those words and I’m still having a hard time believing that you’ve even said them-”

“I said them!” He jumped in, the anxiety replaced by overwhelming joy. “That was all real, trust me, my heart is still pounding from the anxiety.” He let out a shaky laugh to which you joined him in. “I wasn’t at all sure how tonight was going to go. All Ochaco had told me was that I should trust her and that everything would be fine and, honestly, I didn’t know whether to believe her or not. But then when I got here and I saw you I knew there was no way I could keep this from you anymore. I had planned to tell you on the way home, except, well, I guess spending all of this time alone with you was enough to push me over the edge.”

You grinned and softly breathed, “I’m glad.”

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There hadn’t been many people left out on the streets, this part of town never really got busy after dark because there were no bars or clubs. Only small shops and businesses that closed no later than ten lined this city block and every city block within a five mile radius of U.A. The frosty night air nawed at the warmth from your cheeks, washing them with a deep shade of scarlet. You curled into the warmth of your thick wooly sweater, thankful that you had thought to put it back on before leaving the cafe.

One of your hands took refuge in your cozy double sleeve so that it was no more than a nub of thick cloth, while the other, wound frigid fingers through the tender warmth his hand provided. A small, content smile adorned your face as you walked closely together, shoulders brushing with each step, to conserve the heat between you two.

Midoriya was beaming. He hadn’t stopped since he had left the cafe with his hand in yours, heart singing in delight at the sensation of your fingers slotted perfectly through his, like the missing pieces of a puzzle. His joy and excitement was so clearly bubbling past the brim of his self-control, you were sure that if he could smile any brighter that he would, just to show how proud he was to be holding your hand.

Neither of you said anything on your walk back to the dorms. You didn’t have to and neither did he, even if his posture said that he could barely contain himself. Midoriya could speak if he wanted, knew that without a shadow of a doubt, but he chose not to. He chose to walk with you, hand intertwined with yours, on a blissfully quiet trip back to the dorms, basking in your presence. Just as you did so happily with him.

Minutes pass much too quickly though, and it seems like you’re upon the entrance steps of the dorms only seconds later. He pauses and you stop with him, turning to face him, eager for the buildings heat, but more eager to understand the hesitation that flickers in his gaze. Another moment of silence passed before he turned to you, freckled cheeks flushed a bright red that once more has to do with far more than just the cold.

You wait patiently, eyes soft and mouth still pulled into a gentle smile that wordlessly urges him to speak his mind. He takes you in for one last moment, his beaming grin grown slightly muted as he searches for the confidence he needs, which he quickly finds resting in your own gaze.

“I - uhm - I just wanted to thank you,” he started quietly, “for making tonight so amazing. I really can’t tell you how happy it made me.”

Oh, you were going to swoon, truly.

This boy...

After all that he had done for you tonight, he still wanted to thank you. To thank you. When all you had done was show up and bottle up your feelings for the past two years. You didn’t deserve him and you weren’t sure if the universe had already realized its mistake, but there was no way in hell you were going to give him back now.

“Izuku,” you sighed, your smile lifting fondly at the edges, “I should be the one thanking you here. You went through all of this trouble today just to help me out and if it weren’t for you I would still be sitting there with that stupid text book and my harbored feelings not knowing what the heck I was supposed to do. So, thank you for all that you did for me tonight and making it one I will forever remember.”

His mouth fell open in a look of awe and soft adoration, then within one swift step forward, he swooped down and gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was short and sweet, a fleeting brush of his lips, but it was enough to warm your entire body in a flood of overwhelming heat.

Midoriya pulled away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, likely matching your own, and gaze slightly chagrined. “S-Sorry, I should have asked.”

You beamed, shaking your head vigorously as you moved to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your forehead to rest against his, “Stop apologizing for silly things and kiss me again.”

“S-Sor - I mean - wait, really?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at the genuine surprise in his eyes, it was adorable. “Yes, Izuku, yes, kiss me again.”

And so he did. With a grin that reflected your own, he pressed his lips against yours once more, this time more firmly than the first, and brought his hands to your hips to pull you closer.

The night wasn’t so cold anymore. He warmed your heart, your chest, your body, your soul. Everything you could ever ask for, he was a brilliant pillar of light that radiated comforting heat and he was all yours. Your own personal ray of sunshine that you would hold on to for as long as you could.

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✨ written 10/9/19 ✨

[winterromanov]

we will grow taller together - bucky x reader

PART ONE - THE GENTLE HUM OF EXISTENTIAL DREAD

parts: zero

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader

Extract: “No. No, what I’m saying is, he needs—they both need—someone. He needs someone to help look after Clover while they both get their lives back on track.” Steve pauses, looking you straight in the eyes. “Someone like you.”

Genre: romance, nanny x single father!AU

Taglist: @blindedbyyourgrace17 @verygraphicink @igotkatiepowers @welcome-to-my-studylife (taglist still open, reply/message to be tagged)

PART ONE

“Next please!”

The queue shuffles along until your face-to-face with yet another tired-looking college student, purple eye-bags visible underneath a pair of circular rimmed glasses. It’s fall dead week and if most of your customers are anything to go by, it certainly lives up to its name. Every single one of the tables spread out on the main floor of Vormir Coffee has been crammed with sleep-deprived teenagers and textbooks, meaning you and your colleagues have been swept off your feet with orders for caffeine products refills. You expect the rush to continue over the next few days as revision turns into actual mid-terms—as is tradition, you’ll be offering free chocolate muffins throughout the week by the door, because nothing heals the pain of a shitty Econ paper like chocolate muffins do.

Yet…as you look in the near-dead, distant eyes of your latest customer, you feel a pang of jealousy deep within your chest. While you’re pouring coffee into refillable mugs and forcing your best service smile (which is a difficult feat nine hours in to a ten hour shift) they’re reading and learning and absorbing.

You miss learning. God, you miss learning, even the terrible impossible chaos of one exam after another and deadlines piling up around you like sandbags. But being, y’know, poor, means there’s not much you can do about your grad school dreams, even if you do spend your free hours searching the internet for outlandish scholarships and funding schemes.

So. For now, it’s coffee. Potentially forever if you want to continue to eat and have electricity, which is just about all you can afford right now. And the occasional lipstick if you’re feeling particularly extravagant.

“What can I get you?” you ask the student, whose scruffy brown hair doesn’t look like it’s been washed in a few days. Oh well. Desperate times require desperate measures. At least you’re not his roommate. He grunts for an inevitable espresso and fishes round his wallet for some spare dollars while you get to work. Moments later you offer him the finished product and he drops the exact change into your hand, skulking away to a table without another word. Well, you’ll forgive a lack of manners during one of the most surreal weeks in the academic year.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

On the announcement of your name your glance flicks back to the remainders of the gradually quietening queue, and your face subconsciously breaks out into a grin when you finally see a customer that doesn’t look like a vacant zombie.

Steve Rogers grins back at you. He’s wearing a beanie over his blonde hair and a warm winter jacket—the temperature was freezing when you practically slid from the subway to work this morning and as the day slowly eclipses into evening, the temperature is falling back down with it. His cheeks are flushed from coming into the warm.

“Hey Steve!” you greet him cheerfully, because seeing an old friend is the perfect way to end a tiring shift. “How are you? How’s Natasha?”

Steve dips his head bashfully, like he always does when he’s asked about himself or his girlfriend. “We’re both great, thanks. What about you? It’s been a while.”

You gesture around you as an answer. Taking all the shifts you possibly can means you probably spend more time in Vormir than your own apartment. From what you can recall Steve has been back in the States for a few weeks after his most recent tour of Afghanistan; him or Natasha keep dropping you invites here and there, but you’ve been working or too dog-tired to accept them. It kind of makes you sad, as you watch your social circle shrink, but being an adult is the worst and staying alive is reasonably important to you.

“That bad, huh?” Steve asks sympathetically. You nod back, dramatically rolling your eyes.

“That bad. Always that bad, Rogers. I’m a slave to consumerism, but don’t let my boss know that.”

Steve laughs, leaning onto the counter. “I actually… (Y/N), when do you finish up here? Do you want get a drink? I’ve just got something I wanted to run by you.”

You narrow your eyes with curiosity. The clock that ticks mercilessly above the door reads six forty-two, so you’ve got less than twenty minutes left of your shift, and the look on Steve’s face is too intriguing to turn down just so you can rush home, open a bottle of cheap white wine and watch Stranger Things on Netflix. Even if you are up to the season three finale.

“I clock off at seven,” you reveal, but you nudge your head in the direction of the remaining customers who are starting to get annoyed at the hold-up. “Grab a seat. I actually have to do my job for a while longer and I’d rather not get fired because you’re distracting me.”

Steve holds his hands up in mock surrender and slowly backs away from the counter, allowing your next customer to slide into his position. You watch as he drops into a two-seater by the window, scrolling through his iPhone, a muted grin tugging at his lips.

-

Steve’s favourite bar is a short walk across town, the kind that is warm and dark and a little bit retro. You’ve been to Endgame before with him and Natasha, and you’d all split quarters so you could play ABBA songs on the Jukebox by the entrance. Right now it’s playing Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac, so it seems today’s patrons have taste.

You grab one of the more private booths through the back while he gets the drinks. You’ve not seen your phone since your lunch break so you take the spare seconds to scroll through your social media—less than an hour ago Natasha’s posted a photo to Instagram, both her and Steve making stupid faces in the living room of the apartment they share. It’s captioned who do I have to kill to make sure you’re not deployed again?

Your heart melts a little. Steve and Nat. Nat and Steve. Two people who have been together for longer than you’ve known them, and they just work so fucking well, two halves of the same coin and all that. Your thumb hovers over the like button for a moment before clicking it, because you’ve never had someone in your life like that. You’ve not found the other half of your coin.

Most days you’re too exhausted to really think about it. But sometimes…something will click in the back of your brain and it dawns on you like an avalanche that this might be your life forever. You’ll be serving coffee forever. You’ll be on your own forever.

Fortunately Steve slides into the seat opposite before you can go into a full-on existential crisis, but you sure as hell know that’s what will inevitably cross your mind when you’re stuck staring at the cracked ceiling of your apartment in bed tonight.

Steve’s smile is concerned as he pushes a desperado in your direction. “You look troubled.”

“When am I not?” you say with a shrug, taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol burns in your empty stomach. You haven’t eaten since lunch—maybe liquor isn’t the best idea, after all. “Anyway. As much as I love seeing you, Rogers, this isn’t just a friendly drop-by is it?”

Steve is drinking some generic American beer. He wipes his lip before speaking. “Yeah. Like I said. There was something I thought I’d run by you.”

“Ominous.” You wiggle your eyebrows. “Are you going to spend the next half an hour or so pushing a pyramid scheme you swear isn’t a pyramid scheme? Because I really didn’t think that was your style.”

“No. Not a pyramid scheme.” He shakes his head in mild disbelief, probably wondering why he’s still friends with you. “It’s more…do you remember my friend? James?” When you look back blankly, he elaborates. “Bucky. Guy I used to go to school with. Dark hair. Lost his arm in Afghan about a decade ago…”

“Oh! Oh. Bucky Barnes. James Barnes.” You feel kind of bad that the arm was what made it click, but you do remember a quiet, well-mannered guy standing in the background of a few of Steve and/or Nat’s social events over the last few years. You’ve never been formally introduced but Steve talks about him every so often, just casual mentions in conversation, nothing detailed. They’d grown up together, trained together, but their career paths parted after Bucky’s car nicked an IED on the outskirts of Kabul. Truly horrifying. “Yeah. Sure. I remember him. What about him?”

Steve grimaces. “Well, it’s a bit…complex, to explain, so I’ll just go straight into it. About seven years ago he met a girl, she got pregnant, they had a daughter.”

“Oh! I never knew he had any kids.”

“Yeah. Clover. She’s six now. Way too smart for her age, really mischievous—doing crazy things like sending vegetables in the post to the grandparents she doesn’t like and reading fucking Frankenstein. Big Mary Shelley fan, to Buck’s sheer delight. Awesome kid.”

You smirk, not sure what any of this has to do with you, but little Clover sounds exactly how you were at her age. “She does sound pretty awesome.”

“But Connie, her mom…she passed away just over a year ago in a really awful car wreck.” Steve’s face falls into a look of heartbreak, empathetic as always. “Her and Bucky haven’t been together for years but they shared custody of Clove, Connie having her a lot of the time.”

You feel something shift in your chest, like shards of glass are pressing in between your ribs. Real loss stories have always been pretty hard for you to digest, regardless of who they belong to. You think about death a lot in, like, an abstract and unreachable kind of way. You think it gives you size, an awareness of your place in the world, the universe. But that’s your own death. You’re kind of comfortable with that one day you will cease to exist. It’s just the people that you care about you fear for. And everybody cares about somebody.

“God, that’s awful, Steve,” you murmur, eyes softening. “Is he looking after her on his own now?”

Steve nods, biting his lip. “Yeah. And he’s not doing too great, (Y/N). It’s not my place to go into details about what goes on in his head, but nobody gets over the trauma he went through and goes back to before. And the loss of Connie and suddenly becoming Clover’s only parent, and her trauma, as well as trying to hold down a full-time job…like Jesus, I’m surprised he can even get up in the morning. Sometimes he doesn’t.”

You ache for Steve’s oldest friend as is only natural, but you’re still at a loss as to where this involves you. You rest your chin in your hands, looking at Steve intently. “It sounds like he’s going through a tough time. I’m really sorry. But is this…any of my business? Because you can always confide in me about things that are on your mind, but this sounds really personal.”

“No. No, what I’m saying is, he needs—they both need—someone. He needs someone to help look after Clover while they both get their lives back on track.” Steve pauses, looking you straight in the eyes. “Someone like you.”

The laugh that erupts from your chest is involuntary, but Steve’s expression is still completely serious. Is he really suggesting what you think he’s suggesting? “What? You’re asking me to be a nanny?”

“I suppose you could call it that.” When you stare at him with disbelief, he rolls his shoulders. “(Y/N). Why is this such an eccentric idea? You hate your job. Buck has a spare room at his place which, no offense, is way nicer than your apartment. You’re great with kids, you’re funny, you’re smart…and you’ve already said you think Clover sounds like an awesome kid. You two would get on great.”

“That’s all irrelevant considering a, I’m not a nanny and have no experience looking after a child in that close and intense an environment. And b, Steve, this is an eccentric idea. Other than the scraps you’ve given me I know absolutely nothing about James, and what the hell does he know about me?” When Steve’s face looks a little guilty, you roll your eyes. “Oh my god. Steve. James hasn’t even said he wants a nanny has he? He doesn’t even know you’re asking me this.”

“This would be so good for him,” Steve half-pleads, puppy dog eyes engaged, “He’s fussy about strangers and Clover, but he knows you through me. He’ll trust my judgement.”

“Steve. You can’t just go making decisions like that! This is insane.”

(Steve has a habit of thinking he knows what’s best, for himself or other people, and rampaging down that path in the pursuit of a happy ending. Sometimes people don’t need his version of a happy ending.)

Steve eventually relents, relaxing back in his seat. He’s forgotten you’re not usually one for blindly going along with one of his Heroic Schemes, preferring a more idealistic approach. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll discuss it with him first. But I think you should come along when I do that.”

“Steve.”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, but I think you should meet them both properly. You could be a good friend to him either way. It wouldn’t hurt, (Y/N). Maybe it would be good for you too.”

God, you’re way too done for this shit, your legs aching from a day of being constantly on your feet and dead inside from getting up at six this morning. Steve is not the kind of guy to give up on something he’s clearly passionate about in his quest for the greater good, and this point it is just easier to agree to his requests. Even though his idea is way too bizarre for anyone normal to actually accept.

Being a live-in nanny for a guy you barely know and his daughter, both of whom have just lost someone extremely significant in their lives? And him being totally unaware that his best friend is proposing a job he has no authority to give? Yeah, fuck that.

Steve is right about one thing, though. You do really, really hate your horrible job.

When you reluctantly nod, and Steve grins, you jab a finger in his direction. “Like you said. It means nothing. This is weird as hell, but you’re super annoying when you don’t get your own way, and I’m totally allowing you to receive all the backlash when it backfires.”

“I think I can deal with that.” He gestures at your empty bottle. “Want another drink?”

The alcohol has made your body a little lighter, but your stomach growls loudly in argument. Instead, you clamp your hands on the table. “No, but you can buy me a pizza. It’s the least you can do for me, weirdo.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, used to your directness. “Pizza it is, then.”

Okay, so maybe Steve Rogers is the most annoying person in the world, and maybe his aggressive selflessness in the hope of doing right for his friends will eventually be his downfall, but he’s usually a pretty nice guy. You sometimes forget that you’re lucky to have him.

[themoonlitwitch]

I Love You Seoul

Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Han Jisung x reader (maybe others)

Genre: smut, mafia!au, bdsm, fluff 

Rating: mature

Word Count: 1119

Summary:  You’re a deligient college student working hard to keep yourself afloat, You’re typically a loner but find yourself making friends with the quiet new student. He seems to have become attached to you and you’re surprised by how attached he’d become.

Warnings: none as of yet for this chapter - pretty simple

A/N: This is my first fan fiction in a long time. A huge shout out to @bluesxstories​ for helping me through this, listening to my rants of over thinking and keeping me inspired to keep this going. This will touch on some triggers and taboo subjects. I hope you all like it, it will get better as it continues (hopefully). Please be gentle with me. 

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The smell of smoke filled your room, entering your lungs and scratching at your throat. Even though you asked your roommate a thousand times not to smoke in your apartment, she seemed not to really care. But hey, that’s what you get when you look online for cheap places to rent. 

You were a college student in your ripe of old age of twenty-six and between paying for school and just living, you couldn’t be picky with roommates. You tried to sleep through the awful smell but with a sudden coughing fit you were up. You groaned loudly as you turned over to swing your legs off the bed and got up to angrily open your bedroom window.

The sounds of the city soon filled your little area. Those sounds you minded far less than the smells of cancer and rat poison that leaked in through the crack of your door. “Maybe I should start covering that,” you say to yourself, your eyes sleepily looking to the space between your door and the floor, running a hand through your silver-dyed hair and sighed heavily, another cough rumbling through your chest. You were up late last night studying for an upcoming final and since you were awake now you may as well finish studying before work.

You gather your things and head into the bathroom, glaring at your roommate who gives you a dismissively, sweet smile as she puts out her cigarette and you want to choke her for it. You disappear into the bathroom and start the water, turning it on as hot as you know you can handle and you shed your nighttime clothing, towel hanging over the sink. You tie up your silver hair with a hair tie you left in the bathroom the night before and get in. The warmth of the water rolling down your skin pulls a content sigh from your lips and your eyes fall closed as your fell a sudden relaxation, the stress of life just melts down the drain.

You spend was feels like hours in there, letting the water wash over you and cleaning yourself, relaxing when the reality of school and work come rushing back. You quickly finish up, rinsing out the rest of the shampoo from your hair and turning off the water, rushing to your room once you were securely wrapped in your towel. Looking at the time, you realize you still had some time to make it to the library before you shift at the convenience store started for the night.

Once dressed, you fix up your hair, throwing it into a quick ponytail and out the door you were. Thankfully you were lucky enough to get an apartment closer to your university and you enjoy the walk. The sun was sitting high in the sky, a light breeze rustle through the trees around you, wrapping around your body was you walk. Despite everything, you really loved the city. With a smile on your lips you enter the library of your campus, you didn’t have class that day but as a student you had twenty-four access to the library, and you couldn’t be thankful enough for that. You greet the staff working there on your way to your usual spot where you see Han Jisung already sitting there.

A little smile comes to your lips and it’s returned by a wider smile from the younger male. Jisung was a couple of years younger than you…. well a few years. He was nineteen, about the same age as your youngest sister back in Incheon. Because of that reason you really took to Jisung, he seemed so scared and lost when he first showed up in your class and something in you just wanted to help him. You two clicked immediately and ever since then you were always together. He was like your little shadow, an odd dependency coming from him, but you really didn’t mind it.

“Hi noona,” he greeted as you sat down, adjusting in his seat. You could tell he was doing his best to keep from squirming from excitement in his seat.

“Hey Jisung,” you returned the greeting with warm smile. Most women hated being called anything that made them feel older but for some reason, Jisung calling you noona made you feel all warm inside. “How you are you today?”

“I’m good,” he nodded. “Nothing really exciting happened today so that’s nice. I could get some studying done. I’m almost done reviewing the chapters that are going to be on the test.”

“Really?” You were a bit surprised, your brows shooting up for a moment as you settled in, pulling out your book. You were under the impression this test covered far too many chapters, but maybe it’s because you didn’t have the luxury to study the way Jisung did.

“Are you proud of me noona?” Jisung asked, it was something he asked you a lot whenever he did something to this kind of caliber, or something he considered “big boy work”. You thought it was cute, endearing even and his question made you smile.

“I am proud of you,” you replied as you reached out to ruffle his hair. Jisung laughs lightly, letting you mess up his perfectly styled blond hair. Jisung would let you do anything to him so long as you were praising him or touching him tenderly in some way. He always wanted to be near you, as close to you as possible but, you didn’t really mind it so much, you thought it was kind of cute.

“Noona,” Jisung piped up, his voice sounding almost shy.

“Hmm?” was your response, you were busy looking the paragraphs of your textbook while your pen glided across the lined paper.

“Can…can we hang out outside of school?” He lifted himself from where he rested against your shoulder to look up at you with almost a pleading expression. You thought about it for a moment before smiling and nodding in agreement. His eyes instantly brightened as a smile lit up his face.

“We can hang out,” you agreed. “What about tomorrow night. I’m off work and we don’t have class, so I’ll be free.” You let the pen fall and smiled.

“Great. My house then. I’ll tell my brothers to expect you.” He beams at you.

You knew that Jisung had people he referred to as brothers, he had let you in to some of past and part of you was eager to meet the men who raised him. You were excited, it had been a while since you got to hang out with a friend since you didn’t have many.

But, what happened next, you could have never been prepared for.

[s-horne]

30. “Detention, again?” (Steve/Tony)

“Where’s Peter?” Tony asked as he walked into the kitchen, wiping his hands on his jeans absentmindedly. Huh, the jeans didn’t seem like his usual style and his shirt was definitely a little too old-manish for his liking. “That kid is always late home these days. Did he get detention again?”

There was a beat of silence and Tony looked up to see Steve and Bucky sharing a glance. Something started to stir in his stomach and he was suddenly on alert. What was wrong? What had he said?

“What?”

“Tony,” Steve started, voice soft as though talking to a frightened animal and, man, Tony had always hated when his husband spoke like that. “Peter doesn’t live here anymore.”

“What?” Tony felt his world slip sideways and he reached out to grab at the counter behind him. What was Steve on about? Of course Peter lived with them. He was their son. “Of course he does.”

They’d had Peter since he was a child, picked him up on a beautiful sunny day in May and promised him that he would be theirs until the end of time. They were good parents, him and Steve.

They hadn’t lost him, had they? No, he told himself fiercely, trying to keep the bile from rising in his throat, they were good parents. Peter was loved and there was no way that he would have been taken away from them.

Except that now Tony thought about it, there weren’t any sneakers by the door nor did he remember seeing any of Peter’s coats hanging in the cupboard when he’d hung up his jacket. There weren’t any textbooks littering the living room or any Legos on the floor for Tony to dodge. The kid had a habit of leaving a trial of his possessions behind him and Tony couldn’t see any dirty dishes in the sink – washing up was Peter’s job and he always did it when he got in from school. There wasn’t any music playing, either, and Peter always had music on, no matter what. So where the hell was he?

Tony let his gaze wander over to the fridge where there should have been numerous scribbled drawings that were meant to be representations of Tony and Steve but barely resembled blobs. Tony couldn’t see the unit very clearly without his glasses on, but he could see that there were less pieces of white printer paper and more sticky notes with very adult-looking lists on them. At the top of the door was a thin strip of photographs held in place by a large Mickey Mouse magnet. The photos were tiny, but Tony could just make out a graduation cap proudly taking up most of the frame. They didn’t know anyone that would be graduating, not for a few years at least. 

Tony tugged his gaze from the photos and looked over at Steve. His husband was looking back at him, sadness clear in those gorgeous blue eyes and Tony felt the strange urge to cry.

“He’s at college?”

Steve’s mouth twisted and Tony dropped his eyes. Ah. Clearly Peter was no longer at college – just how many years was Tony missing? 

“He graduated,” Bucky said. He took a final sip from the mug in front of him as he pushed his chair back and stood up from the table. “A couple of years ago now. Great ceremony, actually. We all went up and made a weekend of it.”

Bucky’s voice was unusually gentle and Tony looked up at him. It was a jolt to his system to see wrinkles on the face looking back at him, crow’s feet clear around Bucky’s eyes. Tony had been expecting to see a youthful complexion – the same one that he was so used to. To see evidence of years that Tony clearly couldn’t remember staring at him was one step too far. The urge to run to a mirror and simultaneously stay as far away from one as possible hit him suddenly and it was hard to breathe, pain striking Tony through the chest.

He looked back over at Steve and that time he couldn’t help but track every single change on his beautiful husband’s face that his subconscious hadn’t let him see before. This wasn’t right. It just wasn’t, couldn’t be, right.

Steve wasn’t old; he was still so young. They were both so young, running around their little boy kept them that way. Steve was meant to have smooth skin and dark brown hair – as attractive as the salt and pepper look was, it wasn’t right on his husband.

“So,” Tony cleared his throat, turning to stare at Bucky in disbelief, “where does my son live now?”

“Boston.”

Tony’s knees buckled and he was glad for the counter behind him. He couldn’t look at the pain etched in Steve’s face or the sympathy in Bucky’s so instead he focused on the floor. Even that made him want to sob; the kitchen had had grey tiles when Tony had last looked, so why were they now blue?

His little boy, his mind flickered back to. Tony’s little boy was apparently no longer a child. He was living in Boston and Tony didn’t even remember saying goodbye.

“I’d better go, Stevie,” Tony vaguely heard Bucky saying. “Let’s leave dinner tonight, yeah? We can do it tomorrow instead. Call me if you need anything.”

Tony nodded some sort of assent when he felt a hand squeeze his elbow and a body brush past him, but he didn’t move until he heard the front door close and arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Tony fell into Steve’s embrace without a second thought – whatever had changed, Steve’s touch would never be any different, nor would the comfort that it brought.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s okay, I promise.”

Tony clutched at Steve as he tried to calm himself. It was frightening, but he trusted Steve’s whispered words. Steve would never steer him wrong; if he said they were okay, then they were okay.

“What’s wrong with me? And don’t you dare lie.”

Steve let out a sigh as he gathered Tony even closer, a hand cupping his neck and squeezing ever so lightly. “Dementia,” he finally replied, flat and dull. “You have dementia.”

Tony didn’t really know what to say to that. He was glad that his head was buried in Steve’s chest and he spent a long moment trying to breathe, in and out and in and out.

He knew what dementia was, of course. That much he would never forget. His grandad had had it, after all. Way back when he was a teenager, Tony had spent hours flicking through photo albums and talking to his grandad in a soft voice, reminding the man of his name over and over again. And now Peter was going to have to do the same.

“Am I…”

“No,” Steve was quick to reply, pressing a kiss to Tony’s head and letting out a shuddering breath. “It’s just a bad day, Tony. That’s all it is. You haven’t had one in a long time – we thought you were... It’s alright, though. Everything’s okay. It’s just a bad day.”

It wasn’t. Tony knew that much and he knew that Steve knew it too. He’d lost years in the space of an hour. He had gone to sleep seemingly in the present and when he’d woken up from his nap, he’d thought his son was still at high school. But apparently Peter had graduated from college and moved out of state. When Tony had woken up from his nap, he’d expected to walk into a grey-floored kitchen and to go out to dinner with a fresh-faced Bucky Barnes. But no. Their kitchen was now a hideous shade of blue and his husband’s best friend was pushing sixty.

Tony took a deep breath and reached around Steve’s waist to link his hands, twisting his wedding ring around his finger to ground himself.

“Do you want to call him? We were meant to talk to him tomorrow anyway.”

Tony didn’t trust his voice, but he needed to hear his son’s. He nodded against Steve’s chest and let himself have one more moment of calm before he pulled away.

 /

 “Hey, kid,” Steve said, setting the phone down between them on the coffee table and sitting back on the couch.

“Hi,” came Peter’s lovely voice through the device and Tony felt a rush of relief wash over him. That was his kid alright, safe and alive. So close and yet so horribly far away at the same time. “Everything alright, Pops? I thought we said tomorrow, didn’t we?”

Steve squeezed Tony’s arm and gave a soft smile. “Yes, we did. Your Dad just wanted to talk to you.”

“Okay,” Peter said, something in his tone that Tony didn’t want to dwell on. His next words were a lot brighter and Tony swallowed. “How’s the fence looking, Dad?”

Tony couldn’t remember for the life of him what was wrong with the fence or what he’d been doing to it. “It’s looking like a fence,” he replied and Steve chuckled. Clearly their stupid sense of humour hadn’t changed. “How’s Boston?”

There was the smallest pause before Peter started talking, well, gushing, really. “It’s incredible, Dad! The weather’s been really nice this week so I’ve been walking to work more and more…”

The more that Peter talked, the more obvious it became that he knew what the purpose of the call was. It was clear that Peter had been living in Boston for a while though he was trying to disguise that, changing tenses or dates when he was recounting stories and telling Tony about all of the places he liked to go to eat.

Every time it happened it tugged at Tony’s heart, knowing how much Peter was accommodating to help him, but he chose not to focus on it too heavily. This was his beautiful little boy, the light of Tony’s life. No matter what else was happening in Tony’s life, he had Peter. He leant back against the couch cushions and closed his eyes, letting his darling boy’s voice wash over him. As much as he was desperate to remember every tiny detail that Peter was sharing and to file it away and never forget, Tony knew that it was never going to happen.

       Tony was jolted back to the present by a voice in the background of the call. He couldn’t make it out too clearly, but Peter turned away from the speaker to answer whoever it was.

“I’ll be there in a moment, sweetheart.”

“He got that from you,” Tony commented, trying not to think about the ache in his heart at the sound of his little boy addressing someone he didn’t know with that endearment. It was easier to think about what he did know, who he knew. Focus on the things that would never change.

Steve smiled and leant over to press a kiss to Tony’s temple. “That he did, sweetheart.”

“Dad, I’m sorry, but I have to go. Is everything okay, Pops?”

Tony wanted to cry, but he wiped at his eyes to stave away any horrible tears. “Okay, kiddo. That’s okay.”

“Yeah, Pete, we’re fine. Aren’t we, Tony? We’ve got this.”

Tony swallowed and nodded as firmly as he could. “Of course we do. It’s only a fence, right?”

It was the right thing to say as Steve and Peter laughed together, a little wet but bright. “Of course.”

“That it is, Dad. You can manage a fence, surely. But I can come over next weekend, if you need an extra pair of hands. In fact, we’re both free that whole week. Shall I look at flights?”

Tony looked down at his hands, counting the age spots that hadn’t been there last time he had looked. But last time he’d looked, his boy was also just a baby in his arms. Or at middle-school science club. Or in detention at high school. Well, wherever he was, it wasn’t in Boston living with a partner.

“Maybe, kid,” Steve said quietly, thoughtfully. “If you can.”

“Of course. That fence can be a right bastard, can’t it? It won’t hurt to have a few people keeping an eye on it.”

“That would be lovely.” Steve patted Tony’s knee and fixed his smile.” Okay, we’ll let you go. Have a good night, Pete.”

“You too, Pops. Love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, Peter-Pan,” Tony said quietly, wishing that Peter had hung up the phone before he had let out his loud sob.

      “He’s married?” Tony asked when Steve had placed the phone down on the side table, call ended and just the two of them left in their far-too-big house.

“Engaged.” 

“Oh.” Tony tried to smile. “Least I haven’t missed the wedding, then.” 

Steve’s face crumpled and he pulled Tony into his arms. “Do you want to know who, when?” he asked into Tony’s hair.

Tony shook his head. He did, desperately, in fact, but he really didn’t think he could cope with it just then. He didn’t want to have lost all of this. He didn’t want to have missed out on so many precious years.

How could he have forgotten Peter’s graduation or his own son’s first kiss? How did he not remember seeing the first streak of grey in Steve’s hair and the no-doubt-countless hours of teasing him about it? Tony wanted to remember; he wanted it all back to normal.

He shook his head again and reached out for Steve. When Steve tugged him into his hold, he collapsed into his chest almost desperately.

“He’s upstairs,” Tony whispered into Steve’s shoulder and tightened his arms. “Just tell me he’s upstairs. Please.”

Tony tried not to let tears escape when he felt Steve press a kiss to the top of his head. 

“He’s upstairs,” Steve agreed almost immediately and Tony did his very best to not listen to the tremble in his voice. He shut his eyes and let out a breath, casting his mind back to the very first day they’d brought Peter home, so tiny and fragile.

“He’s just upstairs. Science homework, you know how it is. We’ll have to drag him out for dinner.”

“He’s going to do great things,” Tony said, swallowing hard. “My little scientist.” 

“That he is,” Steve replied, his hands soothing over Tony’s back. “Oh, sweetheart, that he is.”

[emberbent]

Book 2: Air | Chapter 1: The Hall of Statues

Shinza landed at the Eastern Air Temple in the late afternoon, and Xia was eager to take off again. It was evident the dragon didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, but before she left, she communicated to Shinza through the heat that came off her scaled body: Safe. Arrived. Love. Exhausted, windswept, and still reeling from the long journey, Shinza placed her hand affectionately on Xia’s forehead, between her eyes. “Yes, thank you. I love you too.” Then, Xia ribboned off, back the way they’d come through the winding mountains like giants’ fingers jutting up from the earth.

The temple itself was breathtaking. Three main areas sat atop three separate mountain peaks, each connected by an elegantly arching sky bridge. The blue-tiled roofs, trimmed in gold, jutted proudly upward toward oblivion; at ground level, the tops of clouds drifted past Shinza’s feet. She craned her neck to take it all in, dizzy from vertigo and the thinness of the air. 

Nearby, a bustling crowd was gathering, and their elated murmurs came: “She’s here!” “Look! The Avatar!” “I’ve never seen a dragon before.” Shinza turned to greet those who had come to receive her, all of whom were women and girls of varying ages. Some wore the traditional robes of the Air Nomads, some the sleek and elegant wingsuits of the new Air Nation. By now, Shinza was getting used to the level of attention she’d been receiving, but the way each person seemed so genuinely pleased to see her was humbling. Having the Avatar in their temple, she realized, was something deeply meaningful. The crowd parted and made way for a wizened old woman - clearly an Elder by the elaborate ochre layers she wore, and by the large, carved wooden necklace that adorned her neck.

“Hello, Avatar,” spoke the Elder. Her dark eyes twinkled as she offered a genial smile to Shinza, who felt a sudden fondness, as if she was reuniting with a long lost friend. She found herself coming forward and wrapping the woman in a familiar embrace. Several members of the congregation gasped, murmuring, Is she allowed to do that?

“Hi,” Shinza gushed, pulling away to hold her at arms’ length. It dawned on her suddenly that she didn’t know this woman. Her cheeks reddened. “I’m so sorry. I just feel… I feel like we know each other?”

The woman chuckled at Shinza’s confusion. She soothed, “We knew each other in a previous life. And now I have the distinct pleasure of having known two Avatars.”

Shinza’s eyes brightened. “You knew Avatar Korra?”

“Yes,” the woman replied. “She was a dear friend to me. Now, I’d like you to try something: close your eyes and think. Try to remember my name.”

She obeyed, searching the darkest recesses of her mind, following the warmth of friendship like a tether. Shinza’s brow furrowed in concentration as she caught tiny glimpses of Korra’s life. “Jinora,” she said, the name foreign at first until she said it again. “You’re Master Jinora!”

“That’s right,” she beamed, the laugh-lines around her eyes deepening. “You have an unusually strong connection to your past lives. Which means you’re highly spiritually attuned. I believe you’ll excel at airbending.” 

A grin spread over Shinza’s face. After having had such a terrible time with firebending, she was willing to let herself believe that she might be good at something.

“It’s so good to have you here,” said Jinora. I want you to know that you’re most sincerely welcome and safe in our temple.”

“Thank you, Sifu. When do we start training?”

Jinora chuckled again. “Oh, child, I’m too old for training. Master Lo Sang will teach you airbending - don’t worry, you’re in very good hands. I’ll evaluate you at final testing, and I’ll be nearby as a spiritual mentor and a friend.”

She invited Shinza to take a walk around the temple to get to know her new home and to get some rest before the next day’s first lesson. Then, she summoned the congregation away with her, leaving Shinza in the open courtyard with a view of nothing but an endless, open gray sky. 

Her room had the same enthralling view of the sky as the courtyard. Small and sparsely appointed, it still held a certain charm that Shinza appreciated. She let her little pack fall off her shoulder and onto the bed. Now that she had a moment of stillness and some room to clear her head, she perched on the edge of the thin mattress and let out an exhausted exhale, suddenly overcome with an onslaught of emotions: gratitude for being among the airbenders; longing for Amrit, whose three rapid punches to her spine had unlocked her fire, and whose kindness and relentless encouragement were a balm for her soul; and something else she couldn’t quite name as she realized that she would have to leave behind Republic City and all of its uncertainty and petty worries. But the thought of letting Nero go just didn’t sit right - not when Shinza hadn’t at least let her know she was okay.

Shinza sprang off the bed, intent, once and for all, on writing to her best friend, who hadn’t heard from her since the day she’d been discovered at the General’s Tea House. She pulled out the desk drawer and located an old-style parchment scroll and a writing kit. Her calligraphy was a little rusty, but it didn’t matter; she got to work making the ink and then sat down and unfurled the scroll.

Nero, she wrote. Hey girl!! Sorry it’s been so long. It turns out I’m a bender after all. Firebending sucks, though. Miss you!

No. Wrong. Shinza cringed and let the parchment curl up and roll off the desk. On a new one, she started over.

Dear Nero, she wrote. I’m sorry I haven’t written until now. Being the Avatar is--

Is what? Shinza couldn’t even begin to pick apart and describe the last year. Unwilling to waste another scroll, she painted a line through the characters and wrote underneath:

I don’t know who I am right now. I’m not Shinza Kwon anymore. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but it’s what I have to do. I love you, friend.

The ink dried. Shinza traced the characters with her fingers. Remorse made her shoulders heavy as she let the scroll curl and tied it closed with a bit of leather cord. She’d send it in the morning.

The inner parts of the temple were like nothing she’d ever seen or could even imagine. The images she’d seen in textbooks did the place no justice. The oldest parts were either original and extremely well-preserved from before the Hundred Year War, or they were faithful and thoughtful replicas. The newer additions, built more recently by the Air Nation, matched seamlessly with the original buildings carved from the mountainside. On the northern side of the main hall, a group of intermediate airbenders ran through a set of forms that produced enough wind to make Shinza brace herself as she walked past. Further up the mountain, connected by a sky bridge, was a stable where the Sky Bison lived. Two or three mothers, astonishing in their size and ability to float in the air despite their apparent mass, fussed over their young, who teethed on a sturdy metal ring bolted to the ground. 

Near the peak of the mountain, Shinza came to a vast hall. Tiptoeing through the massive carved-marble doorway, she was drawn in by an undertow of deep, vibrating energy given off by the multitude of life-size statues within. The statues started in the center of the space and spiraled outward, filling the floor and lining the walls, story after story. She strolled slowly along, taking in the frozen faces of each statue, mouthing the names carved at their feet: Kuruk. Kyoshi. Roku. Aang. Korra. Yeong.

The last statue made Shinza pause. Yeong appeared to be no more than eighteen months old, his pose all chubby limbs and clumsy feet. His bright smile stood out like a beam of sunlight among the stoic faces of the other Avatars. Shinza crouched to study him. She’d known Yeong hadn’t been very old when he’d died, but seeing just how small he was was surreal. 

“Yeong’s mother said she knew he was the Avatar before he was born,” said a voice behind Shinza. She turned to see a young girl, who came to sit cross-legged beside her. “It was a very difficult pregnancy. There’s a rumor that he could earthbend before he even left the womb. If it’s true, he would have been an incredibly powerful Avatar.”

Shinza glanced at the girl, noting the prominent azure arrow tattoos on her forehead and hands. “How did he die?”

“Illness,” she replied matter-of-factly. “He and his mother were in the care of the Earth Kingdom’s top doctors, but they still died.”

“I… that’s… wow.” Shinza grasped for the right words, but couldn’t find them. Instead, she introduced herself. “I’m Shinza, by the way.”

“I know,” the girl chirped blithely. “I’m Lo Sang.”

Simultaneously, Shinza cocked her head in disbelief and grinned with approval. Lo Sang was small and still carried the chubbiness of childhood. If she didn’t know any better than to say so, Shinza might have described her as adorable.

“Are you serious? That’s incredible. How old are you?”

“Ten, if you’re counting from conception, which I am. I’m the youngest airbending master in recorded history.” Lo Sang studied Shinza, her pale gray eyes darting rapidly back and forth. “Why? How old are you?”

Shinza’s cheeks burned. It was bad enough she was so late to the game; now she was being sized up by a child prodigy. “...Twenty-eight.”

“Wow!” Lo Sang larked. “Isn’t it a little late to be just starting your second element? You’re old enough to be my mom.”

“What?! No I’m not!” Shinza spluttered.

“Do the math,” Lo Sang giggled. “You definitely are.”

Without having to count, Shinza knew the little twerp was right. She turned away to look at the statues, feigning annoyance but unable to scrub the amused smirk off her face. Idly, she passed her hand through the space above the empty pedestal next to Yeong’s.

“Your statue will go there someday,” Lo Sang told her. Effortlessly, she summoned a gentle gust of air and lifted herself to her feet. “Our first lesson is at sunrise. You should think about getting some sleep. You know - rest your weary bones.”

“Goodnight, Master Lo Sang,” Shinza intoned. The young one gave her a cheeky smirk before she twirled her fingers, leapt up onto the little spheres of swirling air she’d created, and skated out of the hall.

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Are You Trying To Kill Us?!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Roommate AU Prompt: New roommate cooks alone for the first time and almost burns down the house (@americanbeautiies)

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

1,541 words

Masterlist

You groaned as you looked over your scattered notes and lab data sheets. You had a major lab due soon, and you were struggling to get it typed up. Nothing seemed to make sense in your data, and it didn’t seem to support your hypothesis, no matter how many times you rewrote it. Maybe you just weren’t approaching it right, or maybe you were looking at it all wrong. After 5 hours of staring blankly at the numbers and words littering the pages, you had come no closer to a resolution.

Your pencil snapped underneath your stressed grip, and you cursed under your breath. Dropping the broken pieces, you sighed, running your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair, messing it up even further. You were getting nowhere with your work, and it was only frustrating you more. It didn’t exactly help that in the last hour, your new roommate had decided to start banging around pots and pans in the kitchen.

You groaned as a particularly loud thud came from down the hall. You buried your face in your hands; you didn't even want to know what Peter was up to. There was something weird about him, but ever since your last roommate just sorta disappeared, you needed help with the rent. Within a week of putting up a post, Peter Parker had showed up at your door with a sheepish smile on his face, stuttering over his words as he asked if the offer was still open.

It had been a crazy couple months since he had moved in. He was rarely around, always sneaking into the apartment in the dead of night. You swore you heard him talking to himself occasionally when you walked past his room. On the days he was home, he would be rushing to get homework or studying done. Sometimes, you were able to convince him to stay home and watch movies for a night so the two of you could relax. Those nights were always fun and where you really got to know the adorably nerdy dork you lived with. Your favorite nights were the ones where the two of you would stay up late trying to binge watch all the Star Wars movies. You always managed to fall asleep halfway through, but Peter never seemed to mind. 

One time, you had faked it, having been curious how you always ended up in your bed. As you laid across the couch, pretending to be asleep, you heard Peter start to make a comment then stop. A soft chuckle came from him, the sound of the movie coming to a stop as his presence on the couch disappeared. It wasn’t long before you felt his arms slide under your back and knees, gently picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your bedroom. Your mind raced, wondering if he did this every time you fell asleep during movie nights. You soon felt the softness of your bed, and the warmth of his arms disappeared as he pulled away. You stayed still and waited for the sound of your door shutting, but you had to suppress a shutter when you felt a soft pair of lips press against your forehead. Peter mumbled a soft 'goodnight' before his footsteps left and the door shut behind him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the high pitched sound of the smoke alarm and the scent of smoke filling your nose. Eyes wide, you quickly pushed away from your desk, hurrying to the kitchen to see what was happening. You heard the clash of pots, followed by muttered curses and the sound of something being sprayed. As you round the corner, you saw Peter standing in the kitchen, fire extinguisher in hand as he sprayed it at the flames that consumed whatever was in the pan.

“Peter! Are you trying to kill us?!” You yelled as you ran into the kitchen, grabbing a dish towel and trying to smother the flames since the extinguisher didn’t seem to be working. You managed to put out the fire, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. In the pan, sat the remnants of a pancake, though by the smell, something hadn’t been right with the batter to begin with. With a sigh, you brought your attention to the batter mixture to your left, leaning over and giving it a sniff.

Yep, something is definitely not right with that batter.

You bite back a gag as you turned around to face Peter. His head hung as he stared at the floor sheepishly. A trail of bright red led from the tips of his ears down across his cheeks. You could tell he was embarrassed by the way his shoulders hunched forward like many of the other times you’d caught him in weird situations. You let out a sigh, walking over and giving him a smile.

“It’s fine Peter. You were trying to do something nice. I get it.” You said softly, resting your hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. He relaxed under your touch, letting out a breath before looking up at you.

“So you aren’t mad at me for almost burning down the apartment?” He asked softly, his gaze hopeful and pleading. He looked similar to a sad puppy, pleading for forgiveness from its owner. You crumbled beneath that look, shaking your head slightly as you dropped your hand back to your side.

“I’m not mad Pete. What matters is that you and I are both ok.” You said with a smile, turning around and starting to clean up the mess. You heard Peter scramble behind you to help, quickly picking up the ruined batter and dumping it in the trash. 

“Wanna just get take out?” You asked, looking over at him with a smile. He gave a small nod, his gorgeous brown eyes meeting yours. 

“Yea, um, sure.” He stuttered, giving you a goofy smile before focusing on helping you clean. You couldn’t help but smile at his adorably dorky personality, remembering all the Star Wars stuff in his room. Several action figures and other collectibles always littered his room, his collection ever growing as he start collecting Funko Pop figures. His Lego Death Star he said he built with his best friend Ned, sat securely propped up on his large desk, the Millenium Falcon decorating the other side.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he wiped his hands off on a Star Wars towel he got off Amazon, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Pizza?”

“Pizza sounds good.” 

He nodded in response, dialing the number and walking off, putting in your order. You watched him walk off, admiring the toned muscles in his back that you could see through his shirt. For as dorky of a guy he was, he was extremely fit and good looking. One of the many reasons you had fallen for your roommate. You would never admit that secret though, knowing he would never feel the same way about you. 

You knew plenty of his secrets, though it was by complete accident. He didn’t know you knew though, having only caught him when his back was turned or he was too distracted. You knew how much he missed his aunt, having caught him looking at her picture several times. You’d also caught him doing impressions of the Avengers in a mirror, which always caused you to giggle. You’d also seen a lycra suit in his laundry one day, but you didn’t say anything. Of course, it explained his late nights and sudden disappearances. It also explained his fast reflexes whenever you tripped over your own feet. 

You remembered one particular spill you'd taken not too long ago - one that had changed how you felt for the adorable brunette. You were returning home after a particularly long day. Your bag had broke, leaving you to carry all of your textbooks and folders in your arms. By the time you had reached your apartment, your arms ached and legs shaking a bit from having to stabilize all this weight without the support of the handrail. You had managed to finagle the door open, gently pushing it further with your foot as you stepped in, but with your luck, you stumbled over one of your shoes sitting by the door, your books tumbling out of your arms and to the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the painful collision with the hardwood floor, but it never came. Instead, you had felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you before you could fall to the floor. The strong scent of a familiar cologne had filled your nostrils, heart fluttering in your chest as his warmth soaked through to your very core.

You let out a sigh as you set the now clean dishes in the cabinet, turning around and smiling as you saw Peter sitting on the couch, heart fluttering in your chest.

You had fallen in love with Spider-Man, and didn’t know what the hell to do about it. But padding across the living room to plunk down next to him on the couch seemed like a pretty good place to start.

AN: Ahhhhhh! This is has been sitting in my finished work for a while and I’ve been kinda hesitant about posting it, but here it is! Thank you so much Carrie (@spidey-waffles11) and Anna (@softspideyboy) for betaing this!

Thank you for reading!

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