#we love a spontaneous trip to an amusement park with some guy that you met the night before and crashed at his house 😂😂😂

[inkandpen22]

Permanent Chaos (5/?)

Pairing: MGK x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

Part Summary: Colson and Y/N talk over coffee and Colson shows her a hint of what it’s like to be a part of his world. 

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The Starbucks in the courtyard has since emptied out with everyone having to return to work after their breaks. Colson and I are two of the only remaining people inside. My hands are wrapped around cup, it’s nice and warm. I had to remove the lid to cool down the substance. We’ve been going back and forth, sharing facts about ourselves. 

"Have you always wanted to be an actress?” 

Studying the dark brown drink in my cup I recall memories from before I moved here.“No, in all honesty. I never saw myself as an actress.” 

He doesn’t try to hide his surprise. His stunned reaction makes me giggle. 

"If you don’t mind me asking, why do you do it then?” 

I sway my head from side to side. “It sorta just worked out. I was out shopping with my mom one day when I was in high school. Nicole approached us. She was in town on business and encouraged me to at least visit Los Angeles so we could set up a meeting. The next thing I knew I was in auditions and I got my part on The Seasons of Life a few months later.” 

“Wow,” his brows remain raised as he glances down at his drink. “If you weren’t acting what would you be doing?”

Sitting up straight, I remember what I once thought was my dream life. “First I would go to college and…” I wave my hand, dismissing the thought. 

Colson presses for me to say it. “you’d what? Come on!” He chuckles, grinning brightly. 

Rolling my eyes, I tell him. “I’d go to art school.” I bite my lip timidly. “Yeah... that would be nice.” I pick at the cardboard wrap on the cup. 

There’s a comfortable silence between us until I change the subject. “Enough about me! What about you? If you weren’t a singer, where would be right now?” 

He looks over in the distance, almost envisioning where his life would be. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” he shrugs but is pleased, “I’ve always loved music. Being in music allows me to do what I love.” 

I nod, almost impervious of him and his contentment. 

“However,” he adds pointing at me. “If it were up to my parents, I would have some office job probably.” 

"Eh, those jobs are so bland. I vote you stick to concerts," I giggle. 

He laughs and it’s contagious. 

My gaze lands on his arm as he reaches for his coffee. His entire arm is covered in ink. I was taught by my parents to despise tattoos. My mom would say, “why would anyone ever be willing to damage their body like that?” Finn jumped on that bandwagon. Whatever Mom says is considered fact to him. For the longest time, I agreed with them. That is until I met Colson. He was made to have tattoos. 

 I’ve seen many people in this city with tattoos but his aren’t just markings for the body, they’re art. 

“Which one are you interested in?” He questions, watching me as I admire them. 

“All of them,” I mumble, examining each one individually in awe. 

Back where I’m from tattoos are frowned upon quite frankly. When you grow up in a place no different than Pleasantville, that’s what you get. Especially, in South Carolina. 

“Do you have any?” He asks with amusement in his voice. 

I shake my head rapidly, “never in a million years!” Comprehending how he could take my response as an insult I’m quick to explain. “I mean, I would never be allowed.” 

His brows scrunch together. "Never been allowed? You’re an adult. Who’s stopping you?” 

I can’t help but snicker a little. If only it was as simple as he makes it sound. “My parents, brother, Nicole, Steph..." 

Colson narrows his eyes at me as he leans forward in his chair. “You’re your own person. You should be able to make your own decisions.” His argument is lacking and quite frankly too optimistic. 

“It’s complicated…” My eyes fall onto my fingers picking at the cardboard rim of my coffee cup. 

“If you say so… except all of them are keeping you from expressing yourself.” 

I roll my eyes as my lips form a smirk. It’s unbelievable, he makes everything sound so black and white. “You’ll never understand,” I conclude. 

“I understand more than you think.” 

Lifting my eyes up, he stares at me with a sincere expression. 

“Prove it,” I challenge him. 

Based on the change of his features, I have given him exactly what he wants.

"If you say so, Princess," he chuckles, rising from his chair. I stare at him in confusion and he offers me his hand. "You coming?" 

I smirk, slipping my hand into his. He grins and bites down on his lower lip. I'm going to regret this. 

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Driving around with a guy I’m only acquainted to is completely unlike me. Everyone who knows me would be beyond freaked out at the current scene. It's kind of riveting. 

“We’ve been driving for almost an hour," I snicker. 

“It’ll be worth it, trust me!” 

“Where exactly are we going?” 

“The mystery is half the fun!” Colson enjoys the antics. 

I reach forward and change the radio station. Yungblud's "Parents" plays and I leave it. "Love this song," I mumble to myself. 

Colson glances over me, evidently surprised. "You know Dom's music?" 

"What? Just because you view me as a 'goody-two-shoes' doesn't mean I live under a rock." I giggle and hold my finger for him to wait a second. He chuckles. I begin to rap the lyrics from memory. "Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher. But then he had to leave her. Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader. Hi, nice to meet ya, got nothing to believe in. So let me know when my breathing stops!" 

Colson turns up the volume to blasting and we then shout the chores together. I can’t remember the last time I had the chance to drive with the windows down, blasting music, and acting my age. I’ve forgotten what’s it like to just be a young girl, not working all the time. 

Once the song fades out, he turns down the volume. 

"So, she can rap too!" Colson looks at me, rather impressed. 

I dismiss his compliment with a wave of my hand. "Only if I've listened to a song a dozen times." 

"Not gonna lie, that was hot," he chuckles. 

Warmth rushes to my cheeks and I struggle not to smile. My head rests against the window as I watch the ocean become a blur as we drive down the PCH. 

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Colson drives down the road until there’s a dead end. To my surprise and then confusion, he parks the car. 

“We’re here!" He announces before jumping out of the car. 

There’s nothing here. Bushes, sad-looking trees, and dirt. I watch as he walks over to a clearing between some bushes. 

He peers over his shoulder. “You coming?” 

I take a deep breath and swing open the door. Following him to wherever we are, I spot a sign. 

                                   No Trespassing! 

“Hey Colson, that sign said no trespassing. We should go back.” 

He doesn’t even slow down as he walks down a weak path. “I’ve seen it, they never do anything.” 

With every passing moment, this road trip becomes more and more out of my comfort zone. Nicole and my entire team for that matter have guided me to prefer the indoors these past few years. I can’t remember the last time I spent an entire day outside in nature or not following a schedule. 

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel when the brush ends and the path opens up to a clearing. The sound of waves hitting the cliff before us echoes throughout the area. 

I cautiously step closer to the edge and look down to the bottom. “Wow!” I say to myself breathlessly. 

Colson peers down to the shoreline beside me. He then suddenly removes his jacket and moves on to his shirt. 

My jaw drops and I quickly direct my attention to the coastline far from him. I bring my hand to the side of my face shyly, blocking my sight of him undressing. “What the hell are you doing?” 

He chuckles behind me. I’m glad he can find so much amusement in my discomfort. “Cliff diving!” He says a matter of factly. 

“What! No you couldn’t! It’s illegal in these parts! You could get killed!” 

“Or, I’ll jump, have loads of fun and do it again!” He debates. 

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fine, you live out your death wish. I won’t be participating!” Whipping around and avoiding even sharing a short glance with him, I stomp toward the direction we came. 

He drops his shirt on top of his jacket in the grass and jogs to catch up to me. He squeezes my shoulder, using the other hand to plea with me. I whip my head around to face him. That's when I notice his tattoo-covered chest. 

“Oh let’s do it, Princess!" He encourages. "It’ll be thrilling! An adventure! Reckless! Something different!” 

Did he just call me Princess? No one has ever called me that and he has twice now. 

Colson takes my hand into both of his and I’m thrown off by the action.  “Be spontaneous with me,” he requests softly. 

Currently, I’m debating with myself. The youthful part of me is screaming ‘hell yes! Let’s do this!’ The businesswoman part of me is wiser than to take such a risk. I check over at the edge again. My willingness to do such a rebellious action is new to me. There’s no one here to see us. Paparazzi isn’t around to take pictures. Perhaps the cause of my newfound bravery is because of him. 

I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay, let’s do it.” 

As if he already knew I would eventually accept, his grin only grows. 

“Well then, I suggest you strip unless you prefer to sit around like a wet dog for the hour ride back.” He winks at me, biting his lower lip. 

In a normal case, I would be insulted by such a forward request but considering where we stand I find it humorous. After thoroughly checking the area for any cameras or strangers, I slip my dress over my head then kick off my wedges. An odd feeling stirs in my stomach and my heart is pounding. My comfort zone is shot to hell. 

Tossing my hair up in a ponytail, Colson scans my appearance. 

“Excuse me Mr. Baker, it’s not nice to stare,” I tease, yanking at my finished ponytail to tighten it. 

Unfazed, he snaps out of it and faces the shore. His hair wisps around in the breeze, falling over his face. The perfect strands are just as light as his eyes. His jawline could cut a diamond. His skin, as smooth as porcelain but covered in various tattoos. 

“Excuse me Miss Voss, it’s not nice to stare,” he repeats my words back to me. 

I snap out of my daze. “Wasn’t staring,” I argue, now turning towards the coast. 

“Nothing to be ashamed of, I know I'm hot.” His lips curve into a loose smirk. 

My time with him is often one big eye roll. I slowly approach the edge of the cliff, peering over. 

“Nervous?” He checks, looking down at the water for himself. 

“Nope." I lie. 

“Scared?” 

“No.” 

“Have you jumped from a cliff before?” 

I exhale deeply. “No.” 

He shifts his body to face me and I flicker my eyes to the side to meet his gaze. 

“And you’re not afraid?” He checks. 

“Not at all,” I admit without hesitation. 

He snickers, whether it be because he’s impressed or he doesn’t believe me. “How come?” 

I shrug, a brief hum for an answer escaping me. “The unknown doesn’t scare me, only challenges me… and I love a challenge,” I wink with a sly grin. 

His warm hand interlocks with mine and I nearly yank mine away yet because of the non-threatening look in his eyes, I stay. In fact, a part of me likes the feeling of his large hand in mine. It makes me feel safer than I have in quite some time. 

“On three” he exhales, staring off into the distance. 

I nod. 

“One," he counts. “Two...”

I exhale. I can't believe I'm doing this! 

"Three!" Colson shouts. 

I jump. Out of instinct, I squeeze Colson’s hand tighter. My voice travels in a scream as the two of us fall towards the crystal blue surface. He was right, this is such a rush! We torpedo into the water and the cold temperatures engulf me. Colson and I lose touch at some point then I kick to the surface. Wiping the excess water from my face, Colson pops up from under the water in front of me. Somehow even when wet and disheveled his hair still appears effortlessly pristine. 

“Wasn't that a rush!” His arm snakes around my waist. 

A part of me is begging for me to protest but I suppress that part of me. Instead, I rest my arms over his shoulders. He takes the opportunity to guide my legs around his waist. Shading my eyes from the sun with my hand I measure the height of where we jumped. 

Still struggling to catch my breath, I can’t help but smile widely. “It was a one-time opportunity!” 

“That’s up to you to decide!” he argues wittily. 

I lower my hand and his blue eyes see right through me. My eyes flicker down to his lips and impulsively, I slam my lips to his. I'm not sure what comes over me, but I needed to kiss him. Colson wastes no time, bringing a hand behind my head, deepening the kiss. We break apart only to catch our breath. 

“I believe you’ll prove to be a bad influence,” I say lightheartedly but between the lines with the utmost seriousness. 

“That depends on how you look at it,” he argues, his breathing inconstant.

Hungrily, he brings his lips back to mine and I melt into it. Colson is everything that’s bad for me. He’s an indulgence that’s disguising itself as a need. He’s toxic and I’m ignoring the warnings. The warmth of his palm radiates onto my face as he cups it. 

Against my lips, he grins. “You were spontaneous! Always be spontaneous!” His words, nearly sounding like a beg, settle in me. 

His crystal blues eyes stare into mine and I can’t help but be addicted. I'm falling for a fairytale.

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[tobiosmilktea]

the love club — miya atsumu

twenty six: the spectacular now

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a/n: thank you all so much for sticking around and watching tlc grow! this smau turned out to be more popular than i thought and i’m so glad for all the support! there were times where i was stuck on the plot and genuinely thought of putting this smau on hiatus,, but i’m glad i pushed through and didn’t. reading each and every one of your comments and reblogs made making this smau really fun. tysm 🥰

also the ‘read more’ link is making this post super glitchy and repeating paragraphs for no reason 😔😔

(continuation of the convos last chap cause i couldn’t fit it in lmao)

atsumu’s chest heavy feeling upon arriving at the last and final train station in tokyo filled him with unnecessary unease. an abundance of worry had crashed upon him in a blasting flurry that even the early onset heat of japan in the spring was the last thing on his mind to complain about.

there were many things that could go wrong with such a flawed plan birthed from suna’s spontaneity. for one, you could very well reject atsumu the moment he finally came into your reach (this was the worse case scenario for him) and it could honestly evolve into something worse knowing his parents would beat his ass if they were to find out he took this trip with nothing but his phone, wallet, his brother, and a friend.

yet at this point, he had nothing to lose.

he was already in tokyo and wasted half his day coming all this way, there was definitely no point in going back and have all his efforts go to waste. if anything, you were atsumu’s pushing force, the strong current that pulled him along with the tides just to see you. he only needed one reason and that one reason was you.

a weary sigh emitted from his lips as osamu’s patted his brother’s shoulder with his free hand whilst the other was carrying a picnic basket. call it twin telepathy or just being plain observant, but the cacophony of atsumu’s erratic thoughts were evident upon his expression for osamu to notice. hell, even a random stranger with half a brain cell would know that the setter was going through some internalized anxiety.

this was osamu’s only way of comforting him as the only thing that would completely wash away atsumu’s fear was for you to take him back.

the feeling of dread didn’t cease for atsumu as it continued in a raging downpour on the way to the convention center in shibuya. the event had already started hours ago and the boys had no idea where to find you—not even kita who was great at taking the lead—he was captain after all.

by the time the four volleyball players entered the largely crowded convention center, they had no other choice but to breathe out their hopes in finding you in the midst of chaos.

by the time the four volleyball players entered the largely crowded convention center, they had no other choice but to breathe out their hopes in finding you in the midst of chaos.

“alright, the plan is...” kita huffs as his eyes scanned the bustling crowds that messily serpentined through booths. his gaze met back to the boys who surrounded him with intent written to their faces. a bittersweet smile melted upon his lips as it reminded him of giving pep talks right before games... no doubt he was going to miss it.

“i suggest we split up and find her,” osamu adds in first.

kita shakes his head, “this place is gigantic, it’ll take ages for us to even call and find each other if we do.”

“or i could steal a mic from somewhere and pretend y/n’s a lost child or something...”

“we’re not doing that, suna.”

“damn,” he sighs as he looked down in faux defeat.

a shaky sigh left atsumu’s lips again, “let’s just stick together and try and find her.”

with that the four of them delved into the crowd.

the convention center was certainly bigger than atsumu thought, and he certainly didn't remember the walk from the entrance of the event up towards the dense middle area where he was right now. perhaps it was the simmering and leftover fervor upon entering that his mind was too clouded to even know where he was going. at this point, he wasn't even trying to find you anymore, instead, he wandered the labyrinthine array of booths in self-indulgence until each turn appeared the same and he was back to the same spot he started.

where were you?

atsumu was at the cusp of giving up. even osamu who was supporting him the entire time was starting to complain. with the aching in his arm from carrying a heavy picnic basket of all the foods he made for you and his brother was weighing him back. even suna who was carrying the picnic blanket was sweating just by holding it.

“guys,” the setter sighs in defeat. “i think we should call it a day and—”

suddenly a hand wrapped around his bicep, pulling him aback and capturing his attention. atsumu whips his head around only to look down upon a familiar face. a face that filled him with constant warmth and caused his heart to immediately quicken by the millisecond.

it was sudden. too sudden for you to even comprehend that the moment you spotted atsumu’s familiar figure looming over in the crowd, it was game over for you. your legs started walking by themselves as if they were being controlled by your heart rather than your head.

it wasn’t like you to do this, anyway—this confrontation. if anything, you were the type to pretend you didn’t see atsumu’s face, to turn back around into the crowd and act as if nothing had happened. but there was this aching in your chest, an abundance of tightness until it squeezed every last bi of unspoken truths out of your lungs.

was it guilt, sadnass, or anger? love?

you weren’t entirely sure, yet its dissonance couldn’t be ignored. even if you did try and avoid atsumu, you’d end up right in front of him either way.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, the tone in your voice and even to your expression was unreadable to atsumu.

he had no idea if you were excited to see him or if you were completely shocked and wanted him to leave immediately.

atsumu hoped it was the former.

“i–um...” he tried forming the words upon his tongue, but his thoughts were moving too fast for him to even comprehend what he was going to say to you.

hell, he even rehearsed what to say for this exact moment the entire train ride here to tokyo, yet he was completely slipping up.

his usual confidence and somewhat cocky attitude was nowhere to be seen. and it’s even crazy to think that you’re the only one who can make him act this way.

your grip on his upper arm tightened by the slightest bit when atsumu didn’t answer, “i’m about to present, tsumu, i don’t have enough time...”

tsumu?

you still call him that? even after all that happened?

if only he could just melt into your arms right then and there. he was so close to finally alleviating that yearn, but your comforting warmth left his body the moment you let him go.

“i’m here to apologize.” he swiftly answers as you were about to turn your heel, “...even though i’m three weeks late.”

your eyebrows furrow slightly as you teetered your weight back in forth, your nerves building up. atsumu hadn’t seen you do that since your project presentation together. “i should be apologizing too,” you sighed with instantaneous releif coursing through atsumu’s body, “but now’s honestly not a good time.”

“i know, but matsui told me that you might be moving away this summer and i wanted to see you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, cursing to yourself as you felt the sudden influx of crimson blush swearing from your cheeks to the edges of your ears. “so you came all this way?” your voice was a bit shakey.

could he tell you were nervous?

“only because i like you... still”

yup... he could definitely tell.

maybe that slight pinch awkwardness between the two of you was more beneficial that you thought. from the sheepish smiles and stolen glances, it eased you to your surprise. “i can’t believe i have feelings for an idiot.”

atsumu hums in amusement, eyes lighting up when he saw that familiar smirk on your face. “are they good feelings?”

“of course they are,” you scoffed, “why? would you rather have me back to hating you?”

the boy before you shakes his head. “no, i like it this way,” he mutters before pulling you into his chest without a second thought.

it was overwhelming. from how his much broader and taller body embraced you in such familiar warmth to even his scent of honey and mocha. despite being miles away from hyogo, it was atsumu who reminded you of home.

this was nice considering you weren’t exactly planning on forgiving him so easily. perhaps it was the way the moment you spotted his familiar blond undercut in the crowd he towered over caused a switch in your brain to flip. perhaps you miss the way he was right beside you almost everyday.

perhaps you couldn’t keep your distance from him anymore.

pulling yourself out of the hug, your eyes flicker over to a trio of volleyball players standing a good six feet away away from you two. their shoulders basically touched as they all gave you a smile and a wave.

eventually, your eyes dropped to picnic basket in osamu’s hands and the blanket draped over suna’s shoulders.

a slight chuckle emits from you lips, “what’s up with them?” you asked atsumu.

his head turns over his shoulder before looking back down at you. his arms still lingered around your waist as he hesitated to even let you go again. “remember back when we had our date during nationals, we visited the park?”

“so it was a date?” you almost explained.

“it thought it was,” atsumu shrugs, “we saw a couple on a picnic date and you thought it was cute so i figured we could go on one.”

“and you remembered that?” you questioned as you arched a brow towards him.

“every single detail.”

atsumu didn’t have to ask you to go on this date with him. at least at this point, he’d know you would’ve said yes. like what kind of person would reject a date from the love of their life who traveled five hours just for them?

only a idiot would and you were certainly not an idiot... not right now at least.

a saccharine-sweet smile appeared upon your lips as you looked back towards atsumu, “i’m free after six o’clock. you think you guys could stick around for a few more hours?”

“if that’s a chance to meet chef suzuno and eat dessert, then yes.” cut in osamu the moment you asked.

you and atsumu weren’t exactly in the most private of places, so but it wasn’t like you two cared at this point.

suna clears his throat, “um, my parents don’t even know im in tokyo right now, so if i get murdered tonight that’s on you guys.”

“either way, i gotta get home. i have to pack before the weekend ends.” kita adds as he pats suna’s shoulders, “which means you’re coming back to hyogo with me. (y/n) and the twins can take care of themselves.”

“but—!” suna tried to retaliate but was pushed back into the crowd and disappeared to go home.

you sighed in amusement before turning your attention back to atsumu.

“i have to go, now.”

atsumu nods, “samu and i will walk around then before watching your presentation.” he explains but as he was turning over his shoulder, you captured his arm again.

you planted a kiss on his lips. it was much softer than it looked and for a second the commotion around you two seemed to slow.

it felt like it took ages for atsumu to feel your lips against his, but the wait was worth it. his entire plan that ended up failing was worth it. the five hours of his ass hurting from sitting on the train seats was worth it. finding you within this impossible crowd was worth it. you were worth it—more than anything.

osamu fake gagged as he looked at you and atsumu in disgust, “can you two not make out in front of the cupcake display?”

fun facts! —

after the event ended, atsumu and y/n went on that picnic date just in time for sunset while osamu waited awkwardly by the swings

in the end, y/n moved to tokyo after being well liked by chef suzuno

the twins helped y/n pack and osamu even had to pull atsumu off of her cause he wouldn’t let her go 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

because of the long distance, atsumu and y/n go on minecraft dates cause theyre quirky

[babybottlepop96]

Moving On (Sasha x Niccolo)

Summary: Sasha goes through a rough break up, so her friends take her out to cheer her up. There she meets a cute boy.

A/n: This was an AO3 request!

Sasha was always known for her loud mouth, bluntness and the ability to never gain weight even when she ate more than enough for three armies times ten. But tonight, Sasha wasn’t in the best of moods, sad and upset at the fact that her boyfriend of the last three years, Connie Springer, ended things. The two met at the beginning of freshman year at Paradis University, instantly hitting it off, the two started dating a couple months later until recently, about mid way through senior year. The two were so fun to be around and the looks of admiration and love that were silently passed to each other, their friends were quite surprised when Connie said he ended things. The reason behind it all? No one knew for sure, Connie said it was because he wanted to focus on his studies but everyone knew that was a big pile of horse shit. Connie never studied nor cared enough about his grades since middle school. It was a wonder how he managed to get into one of the most prestigious universities in the country to begin with.

After the breakup, Connie would post pictures to his instagram, Connie_Shpringa586, with him at clubs and bars to spontaneous road trips to amusement parks and arcades in an entirely different state. These pictures caused Sasha so much grief, she couldn’t understand how he seemed to not care about the three years they spent together, it was like he just never cared and her heart was in shambles.

 Ymir, Historia and Annie were very concerned for their friend, the light of their eyes, the ball of energy at a party and the girl who could eat any man under the table, now a sad, heartbroken shell of the girl they loved. “Okay, get your ass up. Enough moping around, we're going out tonight!” Ymir spoke authoritatively toward her fellow brunette.

“I really don’t want to.” Sasha sighed against her bunk in the dorm she now shared with Annie, boxes of her belongings still no unpacked from her move from Connie's apartment. 

“Sash, it’s been three weeks, you need to move on. It’s just the bar in the neighboring town, Connie won’t be there! We bribed Eren and Jean to keep him busy.” Historia spoke, smiling gently. 

“Do I have to?” Sasha whined as she flopped backwards onto her bed. 

“Yes! Now put this on.” Annie spoke as she walked into the room and threw a lime green tube top and some black, ripped skinny jeans at sasha. “I also got you a pair of black open- toed ankle boots, you’ll be the sexiest woman there!”

“Fine! But I won’t enjoy myself.” Sasha walked to the bathroom to get ready. Later that night, Sasha was drunk. She had three shots of captain morgan and four frozen strawberry margaritas and was now grinding on a particularly cute blonde boy. “So, what's your name handsome?” Sasha slurred a bit as she turned to wrap her arms around the man.

“N- Niccolo.” He stuttered, blushing at the close proximity of the beautiful brunette in front of him. “I’m a s-student at M-Marley Univers-sity.” He stuttered again. 

“And what is it that you study Mr. University man?” Sasha grinned happily, ‘This guy is soooooo hot. So much hotter than what's his face!’ She thought.

“F-food. I want to be a chef.” Niccolo looked down almost like he was embarrassed by his major.

“I love food!” Sasha shouted as Niccolo’s eyes widened from the outburst. “I can eat EVERYONE under the fucking table! It’s-it’s like I’m a black hole!” Niccolo smiled at the girl, “You have to make me food some day!”

“I would like that, very much actually.” Sasha then patted around Niccolo’s ass. “Wh-what are you-”

“I’m looking for your phone cutie! I gotta give you my number if you're gonna make me some food!” She spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She may have also wanted to feel his cheeks, cause damn did they look fine in those washed out blue jeans. “Found it!” She took his phone and entered her name and number, hopefully the correct number. “I think that's right.” She squinted at the phone screen.

“How about I give you my number? That way you can know for sure?” He asked, his blushed increasing tenfold as the gorgeous creature in front of him gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

“Perfect!” Suddenly, Sasha leaned forward and vomited all the alcohol that didn’t make it into her bloodstream, Niccolo stood frozen. “I am sooooooooooooooo sorry!” She apologized, her big brown eyes widened in horror thinking she just ruined everything.

“It’s okay, just hand me your phone so I can give you my number.” He smiled even though on the inside he was freaking out from the vomit to the fact he was about to give this girl his number, he was never this bold. Passing her phone to him she went for napkins to help him clean some of the vomit off. He handed her the phone back and grabbed the napkins. “Thank you.” 

The next day Niccolo woke up to a message on his phone, Sasha. 

Hey Niccolo, sorry about the uh… mishap. But if you’re still interested, I’d still like to taste you cooking.

-Sash

Niccolo smiled and texted back.

No problem and of course! Send me your address and I’ll pick you up at seven.

-Niccolo

Sasha smiled and thanked her friends, this was the best step towards moving on she could’ve hoped for.

[myelocin]

REQ #6, #7, & #8 | Stories in Passing

synopsis:

Req #6 | @hoshino-a​ : The stranger always standing across your platform never failed to leave you both amused and irritated all at once. What you didn’t expect, was to actually come to stand face to face with him.

Req #7 | @souheii​ : Doritos, capri suns, and midnight talks with a stranger at a half empty grocery store parking lot wasn’t a common occurrence, but you suppose not all bad either.

Req #8 | Linette : Your spontaneous trip to the nearby 7/11 didn’t usually end up with conversations with a monochrome-haired man with golden eyes shared under a starless sky with strawberry ice cream, but perhaps there’s a first for everything. 

 characters: Miya Atsumu, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou

#6 Miya Atsumu | For Lena | Platform 2, Ginza Line, Tokyo

He wasn’t much of a stranger to you at this point considering how you’ve filed him in your brain as the “fake blonde bitch who thinks train schedules are a competition,” for the past week or so.

Jumping into a new schedule meant that you had to take an earlier train than usual to the busier side of town to clock in at work on time.

What’s interesting on your new schedule, though, is the guy you always see standing at the platform opposite of yours across the train tracks. To be fair, he was pretty good looking, and you would be a liar if you didn’t admit that. Side swept bleach blonde hair, a dark undercut, prominent brows and a fairly acceptable fashion sense. Save for the checkered fanny pack he always wears though; you figure he could do better than that.

Then again, to each their own.

He was there every day and stopped right across you every time so you figured the two of you must be running on a similar schedule. That wasn’t much of a problem considering the fact that you’ve known yourself to be rather observant and by the third day already could pick out a few familiar faces in the morning crowd.

What was the problem though, was the stranger who always managed to stand across you on the opposite platform made it seem like his lifelong mission was to smirk at you every time his train arrived first. The glance with the telltale smirk was quick, and could have been just chalked up to a trick of the mind—but the way his eyes glinted as the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk when you looked straight at him on the days your train approached first confirmed your suspicions.

So just like that, the bleach blonde stranger had quickly become a fixture in your morning routine. Your eyes met at least twice every day, but you still didn’t know his name nor he—yours.

What you hadn’t expected though, was stepping into the train at 3:02 PM headed to Shibuya and seeing him, checkered fanny pack and all, staring straight at you as he took one of the fully occupied seats in front of the only available area for you to stand in.

And like a normal person with a sane mind which you consider yourself to have: you ignored him completely.

From your peripheral vision you could practically see him scoff before he looks straight at you and says, “For the record I arrived first.”

You nod, not sure whether you want to answer or not, but the grandmother stares at him in a way that even has you feeling bad, that he motions to stand up, quickly saying, “Take my seat.”

You shake your head and tell him, you’re getting off soon anyway, so he stays.

He looks at you, then at the grandmother shrugging when she shakes her head towards him (really, you still feel bad), and tells you, “If I didn’t know any better I’d take that this is just a ploy so I feel bad and take ya’ out for coffee or somethin’ after this.”

You roll your eyes, “Only if we get off at the same station.”

He smirks, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes again because it looks just as pompous as the one from earlier this morning.

“That’s a deal,” he says again and for the rest of the train ride you ignore him, quickly taking a seat on the opposite side when one opened up. The seemingly unending rush hour of Tokyo filled the train back up in less than a minute, so you suppose the stranger would think he just lost you in the crowd.

And because fate decided it wasn’t on your side that day, of course, the second you make it three steps out of the train, you see him from the exit next to yours waving at you.

“Well,” he says, “Wouldja’ look at that. If I didn’t know any better maybe fate’s on my side today after all.”

He’s still laughing when he shoves his hands in his pockets and fully faces you.

“Miya Atsumu,” he says, introducing himself with a smile that feels familiar despite it being the first time you’re seeing it.

“Lena,” you reply. His eyes crinkle again in a way that has you thinking maybe fate’s trying to tell you something today after all.

 -

#7 Iwaizumi Hajime | For souheii | lmao pls just think random grocery store but at like, 04:07 AM

A half empty grocery store parking lot on the other side of town at four in the morning wasn’t exactly your best idea up to date, but you guess the quiet it provides could be a redeeming factor.

The past night had simply been another one of those nights where the sandman decided to completely skip over your house, so in result, sleep could not find you even as you toss and turned for a solid hour or so. And if there was one good thing about midnight (or really, early early morning at this point) runs to the grocery store it was the feeling of aimlessly walking around the aisles and feeling so separated from the world.

The thing is, aisle three with the Doritos and Capri-suns looked the exact same whether you were there at 4AM or 4PM. The same redundant music plays over the speakers as the same monotonous beep of the cash register molds together as background music. But something about walking around there at 4AM just felt other worldly.

So you suppose that’s the reason why you hopped in your car after deciding you were far from sleep and the reason why you’re spending dusk leaned against the trunk of your car munching on doritos and sipping from your juice packet.

But the gods must have decided it was high time for some company because eventually the owner of the car parked across yours came back from what looked like his midnight run and did the same.

On a regular day (and under daylight) you would have jumped back in your car and drove away because one: you’re wearing a faded tshirt that looked 3 sizes too big for you, and two: your hair at this point hasn’t made acquaintance with a hairbrush for the past 10 hours maybe.

But, it may have been his stance that had you relaxing immediately, the fact that this dude was fucking hot, his superior choice of Doritos flavor (it being cool ranch), or your belief about grocery stores under moonlight being otherworldly that had you staying put in your spot.

Though really, it was just him settling in a position similar to yours and popping his bag of chips open while telling you, “Don’t worry about me, just do your thing,” that made you throw a thumbs up in his direction and stay.

Apparently his name was Iwaizumi Hajime and that his roommate had come home drunk so he decided the best option was to leave the apartment all together.

“Cheers,” you call out, raising your juice pouch in offering.

“Cheers,” he replies, doing the same with his Gatorade bottle and laughing with you.

You spend the next few hours making comments about nothing in particular, sharing the mutual silence as the two of you tear through the packaging of the snacks in your respective plastic bags.

In moments like these, you don’t really bother to learn much about the stranger sharing the hours before daylight with you, but curiosity makes you ask tidbits about him anyway as he does to you.

And as the eastern side of the sky begins to light up with touches of the burning sun’s flames, you come to know that Iwaizumi Hajime is a gemini who used to play volleyball in high school, that he loved catching cicadas as much as he loved to release them, and noticed that his mouth pushed up to a pout whenever you said something that teased him.

He, on the other hand learned that you love the rain as much as you love the sound of wind chimes, and that you crack your knuckles when you’re nervous—which he teases at that has you pouting.

Though only the skies witness how the both of you spent the minutes watching the sunrise by stealing glances at each other whenever the both of you thought either was looking.

When you dust off dorito crumbs from your shirt and unlock your car door Hajime calls out your name telling you he’ll shoot you a text soon.

This time you smile. Because despite the break of the day and the rising chatter of people driving in and out of the world waking back up—Hajime’s smile on your mind still makes the moment feel otherworldly.  

 -

#8 Bokuto Koutarou: Linette | 7/11, 01:14 AM

The best conversations happen with strangers you meet because of the uncertainty of how long they’ll stay.

Then again, people are generally like that. But in this case, strangers that you meet at 1 in the morning while you stop by a 7/11 for ice cream means that it feels a little safer to be more unfiltered.

Much like he was, you suppose. It took no more than three steps in the store, and a nod of acknowledgement to the part timer who welcomed you for him to bellow a loud “hello” in your direction. And much like you expected, your greeting in return had been more on the awkward side.

“Late night munchies?” he said as he stood up, brushed off the crumbs on his shirt and followed you to the freezers in the back.

You nodded, and tried to limit your focus to which kind of ice cream you even wanted before jolting in surprise as he stood right next to you—perhaps a little too close and pointing at the strawberry flavored tub on the left side. He only laughed at your response before picking up a tub and gesturing to the counter.

“My treat,” he said, and up until now, you still have absolutely no clue what possessed you to agree. But you did, so now ten minutes later, you’re sitting across Bokuto Koutarou, the stranger from the 7/11 right outside your apartment unit sharing an ice cream tub he bought for the two of you to share.

Conversation with him was, for one, interesting.

He didn’t exactly pry but when you did talk you could practically see the focus glint, striking and evident in whirlpools of gold. You didn’t know much about him either—most of the things he said was information you really could have done just the same without but he put it out there anyway.

“Any reason why you’re out here at 1 in the morning buying strangers tubs of icecream and eating them outside a 7/11?” you ask and he shakes his head, laughing. You think about how fitting relaxed laughter is for him.

“Not really; just felt like eating shit tonight,” is his reply and you nod your head, not really curious enough for further explanation.

“You usually say yes when strangers offer to buy you ice cream at 1 in the morning?” he asks, returning your question with the same tone as you face him pointing your spoon in his direction in your defense.

“Not really,” you say, laughing, “just felt like trusting strangers tonight.”

“That’s deep,” he comments, nodding before scooping up more ice cream and popping the smooth in his mouth.

“Midnight conversations tend to run deep,” you reply, then scoop up and do the same. You smile, strawberry ice cream always reminded you of nostalgia.

The man across you laughs exhales, slumping further down his seat as he looks up at the sky. There’s not much stars in the city, but the way he smiles when he closes his eyes would make you think like he’s looking at the Milky Way itself swirling the secrets of the universe into the sky.

The silence you shared with him felt profound, almost.

“I don’t think you’d have the same conversation if you met me here at 1PM, though,” he tells you.

“You morph into a different person or something?” you laugh, responding.

“Something like that,” Bokuto says again and continues to face up; he’s still smiling, and you take note of that too.

“Different person or different thoughts?” you ask, and he nods at you, face scrunching up in thought at your question. He looks a little silly, you think.

“Different person, same thoughts, but usually with a filter,” he answers after some time, laughing.

“Then should I be glad I’m talking to you now?” you ask.

Bokuto sits back up before leaning on the table with his elbows, his eyes locked on you. The spark in his eyes look somewhat like the reflection of the streetlights behind you with how bright they are, but the flicker tells you it’s just a trick of the eye. Though, regardless of that, you find yourself entranced as you stare back at him.

“That depends on you,” is his answer to the question, so you counter with, “Does that mean I’ll get to meet this other person?”

Bokuto laughs and you notice how it echoes in the quiet street. “I guess so.”

When he turns to face the starless sky again and smile as if he’s watching the universe unfold, you do the same.

Strangers really do have stories to tell; in this case, you find yourself suddenly intrigued to learn all about his.

 -

[ivarinleatherpants]

ok, OTP questions all of them. Or one through ten. Or one through five. You know what, I don't care. Gimme, I'm desperate.

Whelp, we’ll see how many of these I can get through! XD

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

-Ivar. Totally Ivar. He’s the one who has never needed to stick to a budget, and he loves spoiling Gwen with all the nice things she could never afford growing up.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

-Ivar wants Gwen to sit in his lap more, but she gets worried about hurting his legs. More often, it’s Ivar who ends up falling asleep with his head in her lap while she runs her hand through his hair.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

-Pfft. Ivar, obviously. The second he comes home the shirt comes off. Gwen doesn’t mind so much, but she needs to get stuff done, dammit! She can’t keep getting distracted by the... arms... and... the other muscles... and...

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

-It’s pretty equal. Though Ivar’s the one who’s more likely to actually be out all night. He loves to go to punk concerts or to play with his band, but Gwen doesn’t like the noise and crowds. Sometimes she’ll come pick him up, but a lot of times she just waits for him to come home.

It probably doesn’t help that he always gets very... erm... energetic... after all the adrenaline. Then he comes home with his full punk-regalia on, his makeup all smudged and his hair messy and... yeah...

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

-Gwen. She’s a competent cook, and can make a decent meal, but she has to have a recipe she can follow or else things can get out of hand. Ivar is just proud of her for trying to go out of her comfort zone, even though she can’t cook a steak to save her life.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

-Ivar doesn’t know what an OTP prompt even is, and teases Gwen horribly for reading fanfiction.

Ivar: *Gleefully* This is straight-up porn, Ging!

Gwen: GIVE THAT BACK THIS MINUTE!

Ivar: Metal arms? Really? Is that your thing, babe? Blue eyes and a bit broken?

Gwen: I’M NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

-Gwen totally wears Ivar’s shirts.

It’s unlikely anything but Gwen’s most over-sized ugly sweaters would fit Ivar.

Not that he’s ever tried or anything... but there was that one pair of pants that would have gone SO well with his jacket...

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

-Again, probably equal. Gwen does a lot of the shopping early on, just because-again-Ivar had no clue how to shop frugally. But later on she ends up working at Kattegat U as a research scientist/teacher, and he has Heathen Hotrods so he can stay home with the kids, he ends up running a lot of the errands.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

-Depends. They both like to drive. There are some cars Ivar prefers to drive, but he categorically refuses to drive Gwen’s Subaru Mom-mobile, so it’s a toss-up. It also depends of in one is more tired, or if Ivar’s legs are hurting more than usual.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

-Gwen is the only one who draws, but she doesn’t do people. Ivar does like to take pictures, though, and has quite the collection *wink wink nudge nudge*.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

-Ivar is the backflipper, while Gwen would be following behind, shouting at him to be more careful and STOP doing that he’s going to hurt himself!

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

-Oddly enough, Gwen is probably more likely to overdo it. She doesn’t know her own limits the way Ivar does. He’s good at keeping an eye on her and letting her have fun, but making sure she drinks water and stops before she makes herself really sick.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

-They’re both the sort to get little things just because it makes them think of the other. Ivar probably a little bit more, just because he’s more financially spontaneous. 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

-Gwen hyphenates when they get married. Ivar proudly introduces them as Dr. and Mr. Wessex-Lothbrok. It gets to the point where he sometimes forgets he didn’t actually change his name. XD

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

-Neither of them are super bothered by spiders. Unless it’s a really big one and it shows up in the shower, then both of them are likely to shriek and cry for help.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

-Gwen probably spends more time wearing Ivar’s jackets than he does. She doesn’t even have to indicate that she’s cold, he just has this sort of sixth sense and immediately swoops in like some leather-clad savior.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

-I think this is pretty obvious, considering it’s already happened. lol. It’s a long time before Ivar and Aethelred actually start to get along, and even longer before they can really be considered ‘friends’. 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

-Let’s see. Ivar pretty much jumped in head first, but Gwen was the first to say “I love you”. It’s easy for him to be affectionate, but hard for him to talk seriously about his feelings. Whereas Gwen grew up in a family that was much more open about that sort of thing.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

-They both have their strengths and weaknesses. Gwen has less experience with kids, and is pretty uncomfortable with them when she first meets Ivar’s huge family. He’s the one who is the most gung-ho about having kids, but isn’t actually all that into kids that aren’t his own.

With their kids, Ivar is really good at handling the not-so-serious stuff, the tantrums over silly things that Gwen has a hard time being patient with. But it’s really hard for him if one of his kids is really hurt, whereas Gwen is very good at remaining calm during crises. 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

-They’re both grammar Nazis, and mock Alfred for using numbers and other text shorthand.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

-They will both come in, guns blazing, if someone tries to hurt the other. They even aggressively defend each other against themselves. Self-deprecation is met with physical assaults with deadly plushies.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

-Ivar makes ALL the bad puns, and is SO happy when he’s finally able to legitimately use dad humor. Gwen pretends to cringe, but she actually thinks he’s really funny.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

-Gwen has come home to find a new animal many times. Many, many times. Once it was a daschaund puppy that had lost all it’s fur (Napoleon), another time it was a mini horse in their shed. Ivar argues that he tried to say ‘no’, but the kids insisted.

Ivar: No guys, we aren’t adopting the horse.

Judah (a.k.a Ivar Jr.): *Slapping his little four-year-old hand down emphatically* Daddy! He needs a famiwy!

Alyssa (a.k.a Gwen Jr): *Two and already running the world with an iron pout* Pony! Pony!

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

-Ivar: Are you tired? Wanna ride on my back?

Gwen: No.

Ivar: Giiing! C’moooon!

Gwen: No! Your legs are already going to be hurting from all this walking!

Ivar: Ging, get over her and let me carry you!

Gwen: No, you can’t make me!

*Continues, ad infinitum.*

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

-Ivar is more likely to play a sport, but really, he’s the shameless fanboy. Gwen’s maybe tried to leave him at home once or twice when she’s getting an award of some kind, because he makes that bad of a ruckus.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

-Ivar. He just can’t get enough of his cutie-patootie. Gwen protests that her drooling isn’t cute, and if he doesn’t delete that right now, so help her...

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

-Also Ivar. The few times Gwen’s gone with him to a show, she lets him give her a full punk makeover. Just in general he likes to pick out her clothes. He may know the contents of her closet slightly better than she does.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

-Neither of them is really afraid of the other’s pet, but Gwen is deeply suspicious of Napoleon on occasion. She’s sure he’s not as innocent as he looks, especially considering the number of times he’s conned Ivar into letting him sleep in their bed.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

-Ivar has a strong streak of chivalry, hammered into him since birth by Aslaug. She taught him how to behave in high society, and there’s certain things that he still does on instinct.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

-They’re both homebodies to a certain extent, so they wouldn’t be constantly travelling, but they’d still like to visit other countries. Especially Ivar, who loves history. They probably take a couple trips every year. Gwen plans out the itinerary and makes Ivar stick to it despite his tendency to wander off. They like to see historical sites and go to museums. Probably a good mix of exciting stuff like amusement parks, and just chilling in a nice hotel somewhere scenic.

Ivar, of course, brings two or three cameras along and uses all of them.

[amyoodream]

Falling for you (literally) -- NCT Johnny x gender neutral Reader

Hey guys, this fic is inspired by a dream I just had while taking a nap. I hope you enjoy. Love, Amy

Song recommendation: changes - XXXTENTACION (may you rest in peace 😔)

When the Dreamies including Lucas asked Y/N to accompany them to the amusement park, Y/N was all in for that. So they all met up at the Dorm and prepared food and drinks to take it with them.

To Y/N´s surprise Johnny was invited. Their first initial thought was, that the Dreamies needed some kind of supervisor and of course Johnny seems very intimidating at first but in his heart he is just like a soft puppy. And thats what the Dreamies saw in him. A tall, sweet puppy. What Y/N did not know was, that the Dreamies Plan was to get them to get closer and eventually date. Because apparently everyone expect these two could see the heart eyes in their eyes, when they see each other.

———————

So there they were, in the car, on the way to the park. Y/N took their usual seat besides their best friend Lucas, Mark was sitting next to Haechan, Jisung next Chenle and the trio Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin in the back. Yes, the car seemed less like a car and more like a children's school bus. Johnny was seated in front of Y/N and Lucas, so he was able to hear every piece of their conversation. Which also meant, no bickering from Lucas to Y/N about how he thought Johnny was so deeply in love with them. Occasionally Y/N would tap on Johnnys shoulder and then turn around, just to mess with him. This also gave the opportunity to Johnny to look at them and admire them. This is what Lucas saw and after Johnny turned around, Lucas had his infamous smirk on his face and looked at Y/N.

„What is it?“, they asked.

„Oh its nothing“, smirk.

„C´mon Lucas, why are you smiling?“

„Nothing, nothing. Now stop distracting Johnny and lets continue playing Mario Kart, please. I think, this time I´ll win for sure.“

„Ha. Keep dreaming, Wong.“

And so they continued playing, while Johnny looked out the window and kept smiling to himself. He loved the sound of their voice, and their laugh. Basically he loved everything about them, but he couldn´t tell that to them. So he kept his feelings to himself. And that sucked. A lot.

———————

„Oh my god! We are here!“, the Dreamies screamed as they got out of the car.

„Oh no, I should´ve brought a jacket…“, Y/N thought to themselves as they also got out of the car and felt a breeze of wind against their shoulders.

„C´mon guys. Quit staring and lets go in. You do want to ride the rides, do you?“, Johnny asked the Dreamies.

„Yes, sir.“, Chenle answered with a salute.

When they got in, the first thing the Dreamies + Lucas did was ran off and leaving Y/N and Johnny behind. Y/N couldn´t hide their blush as they saw Johnny in his round black glasses and his long coat, which accentuated his height. His hair was now dyed a deep chestnut brown with a few highlights, making his hair seem more fluffy than usual.

„Should´ve known that they would eventually ran off.“, Johnny said all of the sudden.

„W-What?“, Y/N was too caught into checking him out, that they actually forgot what he said.

„I mean, it is an amusement park! Of course they wouldn´t listen to me or stay in one place. Oh these kids… Wait? Are you freezing right now?“

„What? Oh, Nope. Tooootally fine.“ Lie. They were freezing, but they couldn´t tell that to him. They had to keep their cool behaviour going.

He laughed and then proceeded to say with a smirk on his face: „Oh if that is so, then fine by me. I wouuuuld have offered you to get into my coat, buuut when you say you´re fine… more coat for me then“.

And with that, Y/N let go of their cool behaviour and scooped themselves right into his coat with one arm around his waist. This caused Johnny to blush and a loud „Hey“ erupted out of his mouth.

„I lied. I am cold. Thanks… Oh wow you´re hot.“, Y/N said suddenly, „Oh.. uh.. by hot I meant your body temperature… BUT not that you´re not hot… i mean…“

„Y/N. Chill! I know what you meant.“, Johnny laughed it off.

———————

And then they walked around. Eventually they arrived at a place full of cherry blossoms, which made Y/N very excited. So they ran off, leaving Johnny behind. As they turned around to look at Johnny, they found him looking at them in awe.

What caused Johnny to be in awe, you may ask?

When Y/N ran away from him to look at the cherry blossoms, he felt like a part of him was missing. But then he saw them standing in the middle of this field full of pink and white cherry blossoms and in that moment he swore they were the most precious thing to him. His heart was full of love and his stomach full of butterflies. When they looked for him and turned around, their hair flew away from their face and if Johnny didn´t thought they were beautiful before, he certainly did now.

„Johnny, stop staring and come here!“

But he didnt move.

So Y/N decided to ran to him and take his hand, but this action was interrupted when they ran into another person, making both of them fall.

After several „Sorry“s, Y/N hurting their knee and a worried Johnny beside them, they decided to stand up only to fail and fall again.

Johnny immediately decided to carry them up bridal style and place them on a bench.

While he carried them, Y/N couldn´t stop staring at his face and take in all of his features. From his glasses to his plump lips.

„I´m sorry, Johnny.“, they said to him, while both of them were now sitting on a bench.

„Why are you apologizing? It wasn´t your fault.“

„Well. I just wanted you to look at these beautiful flowers, but my clumsy ass had to ruin everything by clashing into another person. Im sorry I ruined your trip and that you are stuck with me on this bench now…“

„Y/N. You did not need to apologize, okay? And… to be honest, the only reason I came along, was not to watch after the kids, but to… a-actually spend time with you.“

„Me?!“, Y/N was surprised to say the least.

After a few hesitations, Johnny took Y/N´s face into his hands and continued to add:

„You know… I meant to tell you this a long long time ago, but I guess i just chickened out. I really like you. Like a lot. You are way more beautiful than these flowers… And when the kids told me, that you were coming too to this trip, I immediately agreed. Because I thought that maybe this time I could confess my feelings to you… Which, I guess, I just did. I just hope you don´t hate me now… “

„Hate you? Bollocks, you idiot. Of course I like you too. I mean who wouldn´t…“

Not letting them speak, Johnny kissed them.

It was a sweet kiss, with a hint of passion.

„FINALLY!!“

Hearing the screams of the Dreamies, the both of them turned so quickly, that it might have caused a whiplash on both of them.

„It was about time you two kissed. Ugh… I have to tell Ten hyung about this!“, Jaemin announced.

„What did I tell you, Y/N!!! Why does nobody ever listen to me?!“, Lucas let out.

Mark then followed: „Because when you talk, most of it is usually bullshit… OW! Was that necessary Lucas?!“

„Yes!“

Seeing those two bickering caused everyone to break out in a sequence of laughter, which also helped Johnny and Y/N sneak away from them.

Those two decided to make the most out of this day and considered it a spontaneous date, with everything included: cute pictures, a lot of food and, most importantly, a lot of love.

[watch-the-whole-world-disap-blog]

Marshmallows (Alana x Reader)

Summary: Alana’s parents are away for a weekend and she invited you to stay at her house. You’ve been dating for a few months so of course you accepted, with the idea that it would be nice to get some alone time together (and have some fun *wink wink*). However, things didn’t go exactly as planned...

Warnings: Fluff (a lot), cussing, anxiety (ish), slight angst 

Word Count: 1179 

A/N: This is for my good pal (I hope it’s okay to call you that) @fly-like-a-grayson plus this world just needs more Alana fluff so here we go!

Alana invited you to come over to her house for this weekend since her parents would be off on a business trip, and since you were such an amazing significant other of course you told her you would. 

You’d been looking forward to it all week. It was hard spending time with Alana since she was always so busy but she promised this weekend it was just the two of you and nothing else. Plus, you were guessing you’d get up to some fun too since you’d have the house all to yourselves, and that thought made you even more excited. 

When Friday finally rolled around you found yourself sitting next to Alana at her desk after school had ended. You were scrolling through pictures you guys had taken together at your last date, which was to an amusement park, when Alana randomly suggested you two go out to eat. Since she rarely made spontaneous suggestions you accepted and immediately began to get ready so she wouldn’t change her mind. 

She refused to tell you where you were going, which was also weird for her, but you didn’t mind at all as you were super happy that Alana was finally doing something that didn’t involve hours of planning. 

After about a nearly silent fifteen minute drive you arrived at a tiny Italian place who’s name you couldn’t pronounce that in a strip mall. It had adorable checkered decorations in red and blue colors and fake plants and the tables were covered in a thick red cloth with a real candle in the middle. It looked like something out of an Italian romance novel. 

“I love this place already Alana! I’m so glad you suggested this!” You said once you sat down in a booth facing Alana. 

She blushed at the praise and informed you that it was nothing and she was glad you liked it before turning all her attention to the menu in front of her. 

“I don’t even know how to pronounce half this stuff!” You laughed, browsing through the many dishes with Italian names. “I think I’m just gonna get good old fashioned spaghetti and meatballs. Want to spilt it? We could be like the Lady and the Tramp!” 

“You mean the two dogs?” She giggled. 

“Yeah. I’ll be tramp if it makes you feel better.” You said. 

“If you insist.” She smiled at you and you could feel your heart melt inside your chest. You were so lucky to have her. 

She ordered for the both of you and noticed you staring at her with a far off gaze. “Everything okay?” She asked.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Dinner passed without much event, Alana just talked about how things were going in her various clubs and what you missed in Model UN this week and how easy she thought that Spanish test was which was weird because that teacher usually gave hard tests. You had just smiled and nodded the whole time because you loved just hearing her talk about it all. 

On the way back to her house, she had driven you to a grocery store saying that she was out of ice cream at her house, and she thought ice cream and a movie would be a perfect way to end the night. However, while you were there your eye had spotted a bag of marshmallows and you managed to convince Alana to grab those, some graham crackers, and milk chocolate to make s’mores. 

Now you were back at her house, cuddling next to her on the couch, watching some science fiction movie you had let Alana pick out. You spent more time watching her than the movie anyways. 

Alana had made a huge fuss about how eating the s’mores would make a huge mess on the couch and then we’d have to clean it up and it’d kill the mood, so instead she promised to help you make them after in the small fire pit she had outside. 

However, when the movie ended, that wasn’t exactly what you two decided to do. Instead, you found yourself kissing her on her couch and forgetting all about the planned dessert. 

“Alana I love you so much.” You breathed against her lips. 

“I love you too.” She muttered, as you moved your mouth to her jaw and began kissing down it to her neck. 

“I missed this, I miss just being here with you.” She whispered in between slightly shaky breaths.

“All those clubs, extracurriculars, everything. They can all go fuck off, as long as I just get to be with you, like this, all the time.” You murmured. 

Suddenly, just like that, Alana pushed away and moved about a foot away from you, turning her face away. 

“Alana?” You questioned, reaching for her hand which darted away. “What’s wrong. Was it something I did?”

Her eyes met yours and there were tears in them. “No, god no. It’s just- I’m sorry Y/N.” 

“What? What could you possibly have to apologize for?” 

“Everything. I’m a terrible girlfriend, I know. I put my activities and classes above you and I give them more attention than I give you. I know we don’t spend as much time together as we should, I know you want to be together more, I know. I’m just too afraid to let go of all of those things. I’m sorry.” 

Alana was visibly sobbing and your heart broke at the sight. You reached out again and she let you grab her hand. 

“Alana that’s not what I meant at all. I love you for you, for your clubs and studying and planning and all your business because it makes our time together even more special.” You said. 

“That’s not it. I want to, I would give all those things up for you. But they make me who I am. Without the title of club president or star student, what am I? What if I give up everything, and you find out the person left isn’t the person you want to be with.” Alana refused to look at you, so you gently pulled her face towards yours so you could look into her tear-filled eyes. 

“If you take away everything, you’d still be you. Alana. The smartest, kindest, sweetest, most caring and amazing person I’ve ever met. I would never ever leave you, especially not because you’re not good enough. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted Alana and everything I will ever want. I love you.” 

At this you saw Alana break, dissolving into a mess of sobs and shaking. You pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear the same phrase, “I love you,” again and again until she slowed her breathing and the flow of tears stopped.  

“I love you Alana.” You repeated, smiling at her. 

“I love you too.” She whispered, holding you tighter until everything felt alright again. 

“Let’s make those s’mores.” Alana muttered after what felt like centuries passed. 

“You know how much I love marshmallows.” You stated, linking hands with your beautiful, strong, incredible girlfriend with a small smile. 

[emmy1dwriting]

I was tagged by the lovely @kasiwrites

Rules: Write 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

(92 is a lot of things, so i’m following suit and adding a cut)

What was your… Last drink: water Last phone call: Probabl my mom Last text message: Just a text to my trainer saying I couldn’t get a riding lesson this week Last song you listened to: I can’t remember Last time you cried: Earlier today I think?

Have you ever… Dated someone twice: I haven’t even dated someone once Been cheated on: Nope Kissed someone and regretted it: I’ve never kissed anyone either besides like a kiss on the cheek to my mom. . Lost someone special: No one super special thankfully Been depressed: I’ve felt stuck, frustrated and sad before

In the past year, have you… Made a new friend: I’ve gotten closer to people Fallen out of love: Considering I’ve never fallen in love, no Laughed until you cried: I’ve the easiest person to make laugh, so yes. Met someone who changed you: Not drastically Found out who your true friends are: I mean, I suppose? Kissed anyone on your followers/following: nope How many people from your Tumblr you know irl: Nope Do you want to change your name: I’ve never seriously considered it, but I have thought of other names I would like What time did you wake up today: Around 11 What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching youtube or on social media of some sort Name something you can’t wait for: Ed Sheeran’s new album, all of one direction’s solo stuff, and the new Beauty and the Beast movie!! What is the one thing you wish you could change about your life: I could have deeper friendships and a relationship with my older brother. What are you listening to right now: The sounds coming in through my window What’s getting on your nerves right now: My parents and myself

About me… Nicknames: Em, Emmy, em&em (like candy) Relationship: SIngle Zodiac sign:  Sagittarius Pronouns: she/her Favourite TV shows: Once Upon a Time, Girl Meets World, and Heartland School: In 10th grade Hair colour: A dark blonde Long or short hair: Decently long What do you like about yourself: I tend to be very cheerful and bubbly, I like my hair when it cooperates with me and I like my eyes.

Firsts… First surgery ever: I’ve only had one and I got my tonsils removed when I was around 6 I think. First piercing: My first and only piercing I’ve had are my ears First sport you joined: Swim in 6th grade First vacation: The earliest vacation I can remember is a spontaneous trip we took to Alabama   First pair of trainers/sneakers: I have no idea, I’m sure some cheap pair from Walmart

Right now… Eating: Nothing, had airpopped popcorn Drinking: water Listening to: Just the sounds coming in through my open window Waiting for: School to be over and all the things I mentioned I was excited about Wanting kids: Obviously not right now and when I think about it I don’t, but there’s about a 2% chance I’m not having kids in the future. Career: In highschool right now working at a local amusement park but my dream career would be something with animals, just not sure what.

Romantic stuff… Lips or eyes: lips Hugs or kisses: hugs Shorter or taller: taller Older or younger: older Romantically spontaneous: I mean I guess it would depend? Sensitive or loud: I don’t know Hook-up or relationship: Relationships Troublemaker or hesitant: Ehh, I don’t know.

Have you ever… Kissed a stranger: Nope Drank hard liquor: Nope Lost glasses or contacts: I don’t think so? I mean I use to wear them so I guess I’ve lost those? Been arrested: nope Turned someone down: Not anyone seriously interested in me Cried when someone died: Who doesn’t? Fallen for a friend: I mean I have a crush on a guy I’m sorta friends with>

Do you believe… In yourself: I suppose it depends, a large majority of the time probably not. Miracles: Absolutely, I’ve heard and seen quite a few   Love at first sight: I believe someone can be interested/find someone attractive at first sight. Santa Claus: No Kiss on the first date: Probably not

Once again sorry if any of have done this before or don’t want to/have already been tag.

@aboutalighthouse @fairylightsstyles @oneofhistattoos @soloharried @allthelovehes @holo-styles @unmature-adult @1989rosesxx @narry-hoe @baroudeuse @1drocksmysocksoff​ @randomthings1904​ @never-enough-harry2​ @dadshirtking​ @musicismylife363​ @hes-happily​ @secret-rendezvous1d​ @stylininmi​ @hipsterharry57​ @nosekissnjh​ @tommoandmalikpayne​ @irish-curls​ @kyra73​ @harrys-girl-duh​ @heauxforhoran​

[clwnpunk]

hello friends it’s emotion’s-i’ve-been-repressing time

I’m so scared I’m running out of chances and I’m always going to be alone I’ve met people in my life who’ve fit with me like puzzle pieces, like custom made, people who just seemed to MESH with me, people I adored with my entire being, people who, when they were there, I couldn’t imagine not being there. Two of those people were close, dear friends. I love one of the friends. She was straight and I wasn’t out and Lord knows if she’d have seen me as a guy or liked me anyways. The friend stopped talking to me. The friend-I-Loved hurt me in ways that still scar me, that make me so afraid of who I am and who I may be without realizing. Two other of these people were people I dated and loved dearly. One I dated young and it shouldn’t have mattered so much but god damn it did and when it ended it ended bad and it cut me fucking deep. We’re cool now, but it was messy, and I think it’ll always be a bit messy, muddy, uncertain and glazed in nostalgia. The second was the most recent and I really... really thought.. really wanted this to be it, to be right, I wanted it to be him, I really, really did and I thought he was, I thought this was right, that this would last, I was so certain we’d make it...and we didn’t. And it’s not even my fault, but we didn’t. And we’re friends, and it’s cool, but god damn if it doesn’t hurt. Because I wanted it to be him. I really, really did. and this shit doesn’t just go away that fast. And I’m so scared. Because how many of those people do you meet in your life? People who match you in passion, or at least listen to yours? People who give a shit, and will get into the things that make you light up? People who will listen to you muse about whatever the fuck? People you can exist with, completely human and safe and comfortable and warm.  I’m a very intense person. When I care, I care with my whole being. It’s the only way I know how. When I find something I like, I’m hooked on it, I’m raving, I’m hyperfixed, it’s the default state of my mind. I love loving things. I love learning everything about something. I love sharing that joy with others. I love people, I love passion, I love storytelling, I love everything with as much love as I have inside my body, and that’s a whole fucking lot. I love people with a burning fire. If you’re one of the people I love, I love you, so, so, so, so incredibly much. This is too much for most people to handle. To most people, I’m obnoxious, I’m obsessive, I’m clingy, I’m loud, and that’s bad. It’s not often I find someone who loves my passion, who gets excited with me, who listens and glows with me. Someone who will let me tell them how they light up my soul.  It’s not often I find someone I can be happy around. Because my intensity gives me joy. It makes life worth it for me. While I feel intense pain and loss and fear, I feel so, so much love and joy. Watering that down isn’t something I can do. It hurts too much. And it’s not often I find someone who loves my joy. Loves my love. Loves my enthusiastic passion for anything I can find amusement or beauty in. Loves the way my heart bleeds for humanity no matter how often it’s burned. And it’s not even putting UP with me... These people shared this with me. They shared their passions, we built our passions together.  People don’t tend to accept all that I am. I’m passionate, I’m nervous, I want to renovate a van and travel the world, I want to go on spontaneous midnight drives and sing at the top of my lungs, I want to show up at your house with a blanket and steal you off to a park to go watch the clouds, I want to live freely and boldly and recklessly and express all the love in my heart, I want to live my life loudly because it’s all I have. I want someone go on road trips with. I want someone to build complex worlds and stories with. I want someone who will hear me say I love them like the sun and know I’m not being cheesy, I completely mean it. I want to be with someone who sees these things about me and doesn’t just tolerate them, but interacts with them. Someone who will ride shotgun with me when it’s 2 am and I need to scream-sing. Someone who’ll listen to podcasts or watch tv shows or read books with me when I’m buzzing about a new obsession.  I had someone who was with me, step for step. and it’s not happening. We’re not gonna do any of the things we talked about doing. It’s gone. And I don’t know how many people there are out there in the world like this.  I thought this was it. I really wanted it to be him. I loved him like the sun and I’m lying when I use the word in past tense. And what if it was supposed to be? What if we just didn’t get it right, and now it’s over, and that’s just it? It was supposed to be him. God, I swore it was, I swore we were gonna get through it, I promised. I thought we were gonna make it, I really did. We were supposed to make it. What if it’s all fucked up now? I have too much love in me, I can’t be alone forever. I can’t. I couldn’t survive it. Some people can be okay without someone to love, but I’m not one of those people. I have too much in my heart. I have too much in me, it’s a physical energy. I’m so scared it’s all just gone now. That this was it. This was my last chance. Because it feels like it was supposed to be him. It really, really does. I wanted that. I thought we had it. And it’s gone.