#but yeah. cackled a bit at this. cmon.

[vonlipvig]

joe alwyn the actor. joe alwyn the actor that was in the brutalist. the movie that got nominated for best picture and more.

swifties let's use our heads from time to time.

[r0semultiverse]

The Magnus Protocol 8 – Running on Empty memes

Credit me if you repost any of these.

[ninii-winchester]

Dusk till Dawn

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.7k

Warnings : angst, violence demon dean, language, illusions to sex (nothing explicit)

Part 2 to I don’t wanna live forever

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

But you'll never be alone

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I'm right here

Sam had finally managed to track down Dean and has brought him back to the Bunker. Y/n wasn't scared of him but she wasn't excited to see him again in his demon form either. Sam had Dean cuffed inside the dungeon and she could hear him scream every time Sam injected him with human blood.

She knew she'd have to face him sooner or later, so two hours later, she decided that she'd go see him. She entered the dungeon and she watched as Dean thrashed around in the chair he was tied to, he spewed hurtful words at Sam and the latter retorted by telling him this isn't his brother speaking.

Dean eyes landed on Y/n as she walked inside, her arm still in a cast. He turned his eyes black before turning them back to normal. He threw her a smirk and she visibly tensed. She knew he was tied and Sam was in the room as well but she couldn't help but shrink under his gaze.

"How's the arm?" He mocked.

"I'll live." She replied curtly. He laughed evilly before speaking again.

"Hm I wonder why Crowley saved you, were you fucking him? I mean you do look like a skank.." She felt herself tear up at his harsh comment, this isn't my Dean she kept repeating to herself. "I mean I wouldn't put it past you-"

"Dean shut up." Sam intervened.

"What you fucking her too?" Dean cackled. "Cmon Sammy you can do bette- argh" Dean growled loudly as Sam interrupted him by giving him another shot. He groaned breathing heavily.

Y/n felt her heart thudding inside her chest, she wondered if part of Dean actually thought all those things, how long can she hold on and believe that this is the demon talking. Sam noticed the apprehension on her face and pulled her outside.

"Hey..you can't let him get to you, that's not Dean." Sam said holding her good arm. "He's trying to rile you up, don't fall for it."

"Yeah..!" She nodded her head, seemingly out of it. "Yeah I know Sam." She snapped herself back.

Four hours later Y/n was in the kitchen when she heard it, Dean's voice. But it wasn't him groaning or screaming, it wasn't coming from the dungeon either. It was closer. She ducked and ran out of the kitchen hoping to find Sam before Dean finds either of them.

Dean continued to call out for Sam, asking him to come out and talk with his big brother, his voice was scaring the wits out of her and she hoped she doesn't run into him. But just because she's so lucky she rounded a corner and saw him. Dean stood right in front on her with a hammer in his hand.

"Well hello there, sweetheart." Dean smirked. She backed away and he took a step forward. Suddenly the power in the bunker went out and the emergency lights were turned on. "That's smart little brother, locking the place down." Dean yelled. "But you see I don't want to leave." Well at least now she knows where's Sam. But the control room is a bit too far from where they were and she's on her own here. "You're gonna have to wait for me, Sammy. I gotta finish what I couldn't last time."

Y/n knew there's no point running, so she did what she thought was the best. She moved towards him. Dean glared at her before grabbing her hair and slamming her in the wall. A smirk plastered on her face. "You can go ahead and kill me, but just so you know, Sam's gonna cure you. He won't stop until he does." She prayed that Sam finds them soom or it's gonna get ugly pretty fast.

"I can see right through your brave girl act." Dean sneered. "This is gonna be so much fun." Dean grabbed her injured arm and pressed hard making her scream.

Dean let her go and held the hammer with both his hands, he raised it above his head and Y/n braced herself for the impact but it never came. Sam had tackled Dean to the ground, the hammer falling from his hands. Dean struggled in Sam's hold. "Let me go." He growled slamming Sam into the ground. Thankfully Castiel appeared and caught hold of Dean.

The two men hauled him back to the dungeon and Sam completed the ritual. Dean was finally back. Sam threw holy water on his face and the lack of sizzling flesh brought relief to Sam and Cas' face. "Welcome back, Dean." Sam said with smile. Dean's face flashed an array of expressions, but he was happy to be back.

While Sam helped Dean get back to his room, Cas found Y/n in the same hallway they had left her in.

"Cas?" She groaned holding her arm, slumped against the wall. Castiel kneeled in front of her, he placed his hand on her arm and eradicated the pain. "Cas, Dean-"

"He's not a demon anymore." Castiel informed and she sighed in relief. He nodded and helped her up. The two of them went to the library. Sam was hyper excited that his brother was back and he told them he's going to bring his brother lots of cheeseburgers now that's he's hungry again. Y/n's smiled dropped when Cas mentioned the elephant in the room, that Dean still has the mark.

"One thing at a time Cas." She replied before leaving the library.

Cause I wanna touch you, baby

And I wanna feel you too

I wanna see the sun rise on your sins

Just me and you

To think everything would go back to normal after Dean was cured was wishful thinking on Y/n's part. She hasn't seen him ever since he turned back. He's been avoiding her. She knows he feels guilty and is beating himself up for whatever happened but she needs him to know that she forgave him because it wasn't him.

Y/n was in the kitchen, her hand wrapped around a steaming cup coffee. She was lost in thought but she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. Dean entered the kitchen, stopping mid way as he noticed her figure and turned back to leave. But her voice stopped him.

"How long are you planning to continue this?" She asked, her voice filled with hurt. He didn't turn back or answer her question. She has had enough of him ignoring, she moved to grab his hand and turn him towards her. "Talk to me, please." A tear dropped down her cheek as she looked at his face while he looked at the ground avoiding eye contact.

Dean gently shrugged her hand off his arm, he wanted to reach out and wipe that tear off her face but he was scared to touch her, afraid to hurt her or worse break her. He has already done enough and he'd be damned if he does it again. She lifted his chin with her fingers to make him look at her and he relished in her touch. Her face was healed but a few scratches were visible and he felt nauseous knowing he did that.

"I hurt you." Dean spoke for the first time. She shook her head.

"It wasn't you."

"It was me, those were my hands on you, I hurt you physically and emotionally. I said those vile words to you, about you. It was me. But none of it was true, you’re not- " He couldn’t continue further. A few tears escaped his eyes.

"I forgive you, Dean. I love you." She said cupping his cheek and wiping his tears.

"You shouldn't." He whispered.

"The only time you’re allowed to tell me what to do is, in bed." She teased hoping he'd loosen up a bit but he didn't. His gaze lingered on the cast on her arm. "Dean look at me." She said with authority and smiled when he obeyed. "Can you answer some questions for me?" He nodded. "Do you blame Sam for what happened to Kevin?" She asked softly.

"No. It was Gadreel. Not Sam." Dean replied in an instant.

"Exactly. If you don't blame Sam for Kevin, why can't you stop blaming yourself."

"That's different." He shook his head.

"Do you love me, Dean?" Dean looked offended she'd even asked but he replied without a beat.

"With everything I have. I love you so much."

"Can you forgive yourself for me, then?" Dean stayed silent "please, baby."

"I don't wanna hurt you again." He confessed.

"You won't. I know you're only capable of loving me unless you're being controlled by some stupid curse. And I know you tried to fight it."

"I did." He placed his hands on her waist and she sighed in relief hugging him as tightly as she could with one arm. "I really did."

Light it up, on the run

Let's make love tonight

Make it up, fall in love, try

She pressed her lips to his and he kissed back ever so softly. His lips moved against her with fervour. He wanted to breath her in, imprint her on his mind. He snaked his hand around her waist and picked her up. And she wrapped her legs around him, not wanting to break the kiss. She needed him as much as he needed her. He pressed kisses to her face and jaw, he sat her on the table and stood between her legs.

"I'm sorry." He dropped feather light kisses to her neck. "I'm so sorry." He held onto her tightly as if she'd disappear if he let go.

"I'm right here baby." She assured him. "I love you."

"I love you, sweetheart." Dean made love to her, with his soft and gentle touches, he made it up to her, his actions showed her how much he loved her, how sorry he was. As their breathing slowed, they held each other close, savouring the moment. In the silence that followed, they knew they were far from okay but they would be okay together.

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@s0urw00lf @spnfamily-j2 @deangirl96

[vhyunjinverse]

STORE RUN !

c. yeonjun x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated <3 !!

warnings: none really! fluff. mentions of vaginal bleeding (reader’s on their period), cursing, man buying lady stuff !!

Yeonjun’s nickname for you is Baba..don’t ask why, i think it’s very fitting for him (lol)

“What’s wrong Baba?” His lips are in a small pout while he listened to you whine on the other end of the phone, followed by a loud groan.

“My uterus is beating my ass..can you grab me some pads? The ones I usually get- oh, better yet, there’s this pad underwear I like to get too- can you get that as well?” As you’re talking, Yeonjun could only stare at the doors of the store he was in, thinking if he left now he wouldn’t have to go on such a complicated mission.

“Pads..right.” He finishes, a sudden fear running down his back at your silence on the other end of the phone. “Junie..” You start, followed by a small chuckle. “You know what I’m talking about right?”

“Yeah-yeah! Duh, cmon now. I can get pussy stuff for my girlfriend. Cmon, what else you need, some chocolates? I’ll get that too.” He huffs, grabbing a small basket and immediately heading for the snack isle to start filling it with your favorite snacks and his as well.

You start cackling at the “pussy stuff” comment. Yeonjun was always a sweet guy to you, you were similar in lots of ways which meant you bickered over every damn thing. But it was especially worse when you’re on your period, the way you’d quite literally be going to war with him.

He hums in your ear as you lay there in bed with him on speaker. You had freshened up, using the last pad you had until he returned. Another thing Yeonjun did was sing to you. The heating pad warmed your body but it didn’t help as much as you thought it did, like every month.

“You know, I watched this video once where this woman said that if you put your feet in warm water it’ll help. You wanna try that?” He gets the idle with the feminine products, eyes scanning for the ones he’s most familiar with.

“..Mm, probably.” You whine, feeling your stomach turn at the sudden pain. “It hurts..” You groan.

Yeonjun cracked a small smile, his fingers twitched instinctively. Usually he’d be there in bed with you, rubbing your body to help best he could. Once he finds the pads he goes down just a bit for the underwear you mentioned.

“What size for these? I don’t wanna get anything too big or too small.”

You yawn, telling him your size and he happily grabs two of the boxes. He listens patiently, looking over his basket of things while you tell him about some other stuff you’ve wanted to try that you’ve heard about. Not knowing that there were some ladies talking around him- about him.

He smiled and nodded anyways as if you could see him. “Mhm…eh- you want some food before i get back? I got snacks but I can get some takeout?”

“Yes please.” you squeaked, giggling to yourself on how spoiled he had you. “And when you get back you can finish helping me take down my hair.”

“What? Hang on baby i think you’re cutting out-“

“Yeonjun-“

“Ahhh i can’t hear you bad reception love you bye beautiful!”

You couldn’t even stop yourself from laughing, waiting on him to come back.

[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

chapter 30: a showtime school festival!

🎀: @baileypie-writes @xryptik @lowcallyfruity @harufallinwonderland

"We need a plan to destroy those girls once and for all!" Catastrophe paced around the library while Calamity read a book at a nearby table.

"Well there's a school festival soon right? Maybe we can strike there?"

"You're right! There will be so many coins in one place we can gather for Miss Tragedy too!" She giggled.

"We've got a plan yippee!"

Lucia tiptoed towards the home ec course's booth but before she could even get her hands on any of the sweets there-

"Lucia! Get your butt back over here and help us out!" Amber grabbed her by the collar and dragged her to the theater booth.

"Owwww! C'mon Amber I was just hungry!"

"You can eat AFTER we finish setting up the booth," Lyna laughed at Lucia whining while Amber scolded her.

"Hey Lacey you done with the puppet booth yet?" Dominique sighed.

"Yeah just adding the finishing touches," she smiled at Lyna, "it was a good idea to plan a puppet show to encourage people to join the course Lyna!"

"Aw it was really nothing! I think puppet shows are super cute yknow?"

"I don't puppets creep me out.." Amber backed away from the box of puppets behind the booth.

"Aw cmon Amber! This little thing can hurt you!" Lucia teased as she pulled out one of the cat puppets, "look at me I'm Reel! I hate my job grrr! >:(" Amber snickered at Lucia's imitation.

"I do not sound like that," Reel rolled his eyes.

"I dunno, I thought it was pretty spot on if you ask me!" Cinema cackled.

"But seriously though I can't believe you managed to come up with a puppet show so quickly," Reel adjusted his glasses a bit to get a closer look, "What is it about anyway?"

"Amber wrote it! I think it's like goldilocks and the three bears or something like that."

"It's my version of rapunzel stupid," Amber scoffed.

"So why is there a cat?"

"I dunno ask Lyna she made them."

"Eugh! So many wishes in one place," Calamity gagged.

"Exactly! We'll gather them all at once and Miss Tragedy will be super proud of us!" Catastrophe beamed with joy.

"But wouldn't it be dangerous for us to take all of those coins at once?"

"Only if we fail! And we won't right?" Catastrophe reached her hand out.

"I guess..." Calamity took her hand as they raised thier free hands up.

"Our ultimate plaything! Finale Facade, come on out!" The sky turned red and everyone around started collapsing onto the ground.

"Lacey, Nicolette, Dominique! Wake up!" Lyna shook at their unconscious bodies to no avail.

"Girls is everything alright? We rushed over as soon as we saw our entire class pass out!" Cinema and Violet rushed over to the others.

"Um guys? I think we've got a bigger problem on our hands.." Constantine pointed to the black cloud in the sky that kept growing bigger and bigger.

"Girls transform! I'll get the trio somewhere safe!" Reel yelled.

"Precure, Rollback!"

"Precure, Heart Rewind!"

"Catastrophe I don't think this Facade is as stable as the others..!" Calamity whispered.

"Shut up! I told you it'd be fine right? Just listen to me for once!" She snapped.

"SAWWWW!" The monster stumbled around, destroying everything in its path.

"Showtime kick!" Showtime lunged at the monster causing it to squeal in pain.

"It's never done that before," Action shoved the monster over.

The monster wailed and sent a sonic wave towards the five.

"Why is it so loud?!" Set winced and covered her ears.

"Wright Blitz-" Wright fell to the ground to cover her ears from the sound.

Showtime gripped the dirt beneath her feet.

"Facade! Finish them off!" The monster spat an energy ball at the five causing a loud boom to resonate throughout the entire island.

"Everyone!" Reel yelled as he scrambled to rush over to them, but when the smoke cleared,

"Queen!" The queen had appeared in front of them.

"Precure, hold out your artifacts,"

"You mean these?" Showtime held her wand.

"Yes quickly!" They did as she said and the five artifacts glowed and a bright light surrounded them.

When the light cleared the girls noticed that their costumes had changed to have little angel wings on thier backs.

"Woah cool!"

"Now when I say to, attack with everything you have ok?"

They nodded.

"Alright three!"

Calamity clung to Catastrophe's arm in fear.

"What the hell are you-"

"Two!"

"We're gonna die! I told you we would! I told you this was a dumb idea!" She cried.

"No it wasn't! Not even the queen can defeat this thing stop being paranoid!"

"One!" The queen let go of her barrier.

"Precure! Nouveau Style Rendezvous!"

The girls' artifacts shot a beam of light at the monster, vaporizing both it and the twin leaving nothing but thier masks to fall to the ground with a soft clink!

The queen rushed over to smash the masks with her heel.

"Mother?!" Reel looked at Queen Mnemosyne dumbfounded.

"Oh my baby!" She ran over to embrace her son, grabbing his cheeks to pinch them, much to his dismay.

"I'm so happy I finally have my physical form again! Have you been eating enough? You're so skinny! And those eyebags too!"

"Mom not in front of the Precure..." Reel moaned.

"Well excuse me for being worried about my son!" She scoffed.

Lucia snickered, earning her a glare from Reel.

"Caw!" A crow landed near the pieces of the masks, picking a piece up and flying away.

"Do you think we should let him keep that?" Amber scratched her head.

"It's an omen," Constantine looked like all the blood had been drained from her face.

"What?" Amber looked at her confused.

Constantine shook her head, "nothing let's just go enjoy the festival," she smiled.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Tragedy banged on the coffin where the queen once lay, shattering it into pieces, as Lenore lay perched on her shoulder.

"Two of my strongest generals reduced to PIECES!" She took a breath and pet Lenore's head, "Lenore, my most faithful and loyal servant."

"You will go and collect the rest of the wish coins I need to create my perfect world ok?" She cooed.

The raven nodded as he flew off of her shoulder and perched onto the ground before turning into a tall elegant man.

He walked over to Tragedy and gently kissed her hand.

"Yes my lady."

[rotting-ink]

Do the ros have nicknames they liked to be called?

Who's a daddy/mummy fan?

Would E tolerate puppy?

L Rawlins: Loralei is sometimes times called Lori by people who don't realise she fucking hates that. She has a soft spot for when E was younger and called her Lei. Still likes it as a nickname. Luther, doesn't really enjoy nicknames and has given evil eyes to anyone who even thought about calling him "Lou." Still smiles at the memory when E was younger and would just call him "Thor" but doesn't want it as a nickname for anyone outside of E. (call them mummy or daddy and they short circuit, but fuck you harder) Would prefer your nicknames for them to be wolf adjacent or something.

S Della Rovere- Sienna and Simeone has friends who call them Si-Si, but are happy with anything. (Call them mummy or daddy and they get a ravenous look in their eyes and will ruin you)

Z Chambers- Zaniyah prefers Niya overall and Zachariah prefers Zach. Very easy. (Call them mummy or daddy and they stammer and disappear. Wouldn't like it though.)

V De Winters- Both prefer V or Vic. (Call them mummy or daddy and they cackle a bit and then will absolutely ruin you. Loves it)

Seir- Doesn't really care for nicknames and never had one before. If you want to link it to their form, go for it. (Call them mummy or daddy and they flick their eyebrow up but roll with it)

Saleos- I feel like someone tried to call them Sal ONCE and they gave them a look so disgusted that person had to move towns. Prefers their first name and their title, no nickname. (Call them mummy or daddy and the will edge you for hours, making you beg with their new favorite nickname)

Starling Knight- Soft spot for Star. Would never tell you though. Laughs softly at bird related nicknames and lightly tells you off, that it's not their fault their father loved birds. (Call them mummy or daddy and they indulge you. Lets you squeal and shake and call them whatever you want as they play with you.)

A Lancaster- Both aren't used to nicknames for their first name, but sometimes their hunt mates call them Cas or Castor. (Call them mummy or daddy and they chuckle, deep within their chest. "Is that what you need right now? Hm?" Going to ruin you)

E Rawlins- First of all, yes to puppy. Shall wag tail and go all big eyed. Second, they're used to Em. (Call them mummy or daddy and they go feral. Grins all wide. "Yeah, whisper to you mummy/daddy what you need right now? Want to cum? Hm? Cmon, speak up.")

Quincy Beaumont- Quince from close names, then called Nightingale by their admirers. (Call them mummy or daddy and they ruin you with it. Makes you worship their genitals and thighs, murmuring that you have to show mummy/daddy how much you love them before they can see how loud they can make you squeal)

D Woolf- Dorothea was called Dori by their parents but A Lancaster called them Thea, which they really preferred. Dietrich, among friends, was called Dieter. Bullies would call him Wolf or Dog, making fun of the fact that their nickname was linked to a predator and D was a shaking pathetic weakling. (Call them mummy or daddy and they have to go. They die. They squeak. Lets you continue to call them that, but is red and dying the entire time and doesn't use it to refer to themselves.)

[the1975attheirverybest]

Secret Admirer

A/N: day one of @abiiors valentines week prompt which you can check out here.

This is a mini-series of 7 short stories based on the prompts. They capture 7 significant moments over the span of Matty and Jo’s relationship. From first meeting to happily ever after. Day 1 is their first meeting.

Warnings: none. Except maybe typos

***

Matty watched as she threw herself down next to him, causing the whole couch to shift dramatically in her wake. “Oh,” she mumbled self-consciously when he bent down to pick up his light off the floor, “s-sorry.”

He’d uttered something in response and then offered her the joint off his lips.

She giggled. “N-no, I’m all good thanks.”

Matty realized that it was probably bad form to offer a stranger a little puff of your blunt after you’ve smoked most of it and pulled out a fresh one. “Here. I don’t usually just give them away like that, but….you look like you might need it.”

She hesitated, briefly, not one to accept random offerings from strangers at parties, but he looked non-threatening enough. And he was right. She did need it. “Thanks.”

“I’m Matty, by the way.” He flicked the lighter on for her.

She nodded. “Jo.”

“You’re, erm, Charli’s friend. Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Sick.”

From across the room, George gestured for Matty to stop the smoking, but Matty stared him dead in the eyes and shook his head.

“Oh- heads up. My idiot friend is coming over to yell at us.” He warned as George stomped over.

“Matty, this is not that kind of party. Put that away.” George glanced over at Jo, “hey Jo. Have you been corrupted by him, too?”

Her eyebrows raised, “how do you know I wasn’t the one who enticed him”

George cackled. “Cuz I know you,” shooting Matty a look, “and I know him… cmon, mate, not on the new couch. Charli would kill us both.”

Matty groaned, “fine, we’ll go outside. This party is fuckin boring, anyway. Where do you keep the good wine?”

George pointed to the drinks table.

“No, not that. The really good stuff. I’ve not yet figured out where everything goes in this new house.”

“Wine cellar’s in the basement.”

Matty gathered his belongings, getting off the couch. “You comin,’ Jo?”

***

“So, how did you say you know the newly weds? Sorry, I think I’m slightly drunk.” Matty giggled, re-filling her drink and then his own.

“Sold Charli a few prints one day. Then she hired me for her music video. And then one thing led to another. You know how it is. You’re in the band, right?”

“Mhm….prints, like, photography? I paint a bit myself, you know.”

Jo giggled into her wine glass, almost choking on it. “I’m sure you do…”

“I do! I promise. I’m not shit at it either! Why…are you laughing?”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just….I’ve met guys who look like you. They can all paint or whatever.”

Matty blushed, turning away from her in an attempt to hide his face, he fiddled with the half empty cigarette packet. “What’s that mean? ‘Guys who look like me.’?”

“Oh, you know. The hair and the leather jacket and calling house warming parties boring cuz they don’t have loud music and drugs.”

It was Matty’s turn to laugh now. He took a swig of his drink. “Mhm, mhm…go on, what else?”

“Well, you’re a bit of a wine snob. You stole this bottle from your best friends basement. I’d judge you for it but you’ve got good taste. You’re the front man of the band though so you likely have an attention issue…oh and you probably brag about how much blow you can do ‘without it ever affecting you’ or whatever. Yeah, I know guys like you. You’re charming. Until you’re not. That’s when things get sour.” Jo heard the slight edge in her own voice and knew that she’d betrayed herself. She looked up at the moonlit sky, slightly out of breath.

“Ha! Jokes on you. My drug of choice was always heroin. Well, not anymore, unfortunately. Cuz, well, it definitely affected me. Landed me in rehab even. So I don’t do it anymore but yeah. Cocaine’s fine though. I liked that too. Sometimes.”

“Oh god! I’m so sorry, Matty!” She panicked. “I- I didn’t mean to- I just- fuck. I’m such an idiot. You’re so brave-“

Matty laughed, loudly, placing a hand on her shoulder in reassurance. “It’s fine. I don’t mind at all. Besides, you were too accurate to apologize.” He smiled as he looked directly into her eyes and she caught herself noticing his handsome he is.

“Though it did sound like your assessment wasn’t entirely observational. Some of it came from experience.” He giggled.

“Yeah. We broke up not too long ago.” She whispered under her breath, picking her glass back up. “He was also in a band and all that stuff.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I must be really triggering to you, right now. We can’t have that, can we?” Matty proceeded to take off his jacket, tossing it aside. He then ruffled his hair. “There? Is that better? Did he wear any cologne? Do you have any perfume in your purse I can borrow?”

She giggled, “you’re crazy! It’s February! You’ll freeze to death! Stop that!!!”

Matty shrugged. “It’s a small price to pay for individuality.”

“No, no. It’s fine. His band wasn’t even really as successful as the 1975. You can put your jacket back on now. Please. I can’t afford the lawsuit if you die.”

***

“It’s getting late.” Jo announced, standing up and pulling at her dress. “I- should- umm…but I had a nice time, tonight. Thanks for getting me banned from Charli’s couch. It was fun.”

Matty stood up with her, inching closer and towering over her. “The pleasure was all mine, Jo.” He flashed her a pearlescent smile, and something about the way that her name rolled off his tongue made her want to melt into him.

Gently, Matty’s hand cupped her face, checking, for a moment, to see if she’d back away from him. When she didn’t, he leaned in, kissing her. It was soft and smooth. Like silk. Sweet with a bit of spice. And left its taste on both of their tongues, like cinnamon.

She held on to his jacket, her forehead resting against his chin, a shy smile on her face. “Matty, that- was….nice. But-“

“Oh there’s a ‘but.’”

“Not like that. I liked it. I really did. I think it was a good idea. You kissing me. I want you to do it again, but I just think…I wanna remind you. I haven’t been single for too long. I’m not looking for anything- like, serious, or whatever-“

Matty interrupted her by kissing her again, delighting in the way that the surprise made her giggle into his mouth.

***

“Hello, gorgeous.” Matty said as soon as he opened the door to Jo standing in front of him. Pizza box in one hand, a bouquet of roses in the other.

“Hi, Matty.” She leaned her cheek towards him. He responded by kissing it and moving to let her in.

“Netflix is cued up. Have a seat. Hot chocolate’s almost ready.” He walked into the kitchen. “You must be cold.” He spoke as he pulled two mugs out of the cupboard and rummaged around for marshmallows. “Blankets by the tv.”

“Is it…weird that I got those flowers?” She followed him into the kitchen. “I know that it’s only like our fifth date or whatever. But….valentines day is in two days. And I love roses. They don’t really mean anything I just passed by the florist on my way and I-“

“I love roses.” Matty said, turning around to look at her. “In fact, why don’t we find a vase to put them in?”

***

Jo peered out of the window to check for a car but there was none at her door. The peep hole showed nobody at the door either. Hesitantly, she cracked the door slightly opened and looked around. It took her a moment to look down and notice the basket of red roses at her doorstep. With a smile on her lips, she picked it up, noting the small card propped delicately between flowers

To: Jo ♥️

From: your secret admirer

From the distance, she heard a very faint “no! No! Waittttr!!!”

Setting the card back, she looked up to see Matty rushing towards her with three more baskets full of roses in his arms.

“It- I knocked too early, didn’t I! I couldn’t get them all out of the car fast enough. It’s ruined! It was meant to be a joke cuz…. Well, it says ‘secret admirer,’ but like it’s me so it’s not really a secret cuz I’m right here.” He giggled at his own words as he approached her, setting the baskets down to kiss her.

“What? Are those all the roses that the store had?” She laughed.

“Well, yeah.” Matty nodded. “Sorry, are they not enough? I knew it. I should’ve gone-“

“What?? Not enough? Matty, I was joking! Are they actually all the roses from one store? You bought out their entire rose supply? On Valentine’s Day?”

“You said you liked roses, so…” Matty replied as if it was the most obvious course of action, rendering her speechless.

He smiled. “Jo- uhh…Joanne?”

“Josephine actually.”

“Really? What a pretty name! Anyway, yes….erm…Josephine, will you please be my valentine?”

[jboofan]

It's in our DNA

2. Fool of a Kook

The three men sat in awkward silence. After having lost a secret game of rock, paper, scissors Jimin groaned as he spoke up.

"Say, Jungkook," Jimin mentioned nonchalantly, "maybe you should go and check if she's okay?"

Jungkook rubbed his eyes, ignoring Jimin as he went on watching Taehyung throw popcorn expertly into his mouth.

"She must have been awfully scared when she thought someone had broken in."

"She nearly broke my Grammy award Jimin."

"..to protect herself! Dude that's what you're taking from this?"

"I'm going to bed," he clapped his hands. "I cannot be arsed to do anything right now."

YN stepped out of her room ill opportune, a long winter jacket on, suitcase in tow, catching a snippet of his response.

"Oh," Jimin saw her first, clearing his throat, Jungkook turning to see her standing there.

"You're leaving?"

He nudged Jungkook.

Jungkook peered over, YN checked her bag, pockets and fished out her phone.

"You're leaving then?" he repeated, making the other two want to slam their heads together.

"I have to leave..for work. I have your schedule so will make sure I don't disturb you on my return," she cleared her throat, pointing nervously at the front door.

"But it's quite late, where are you going?" Taehyung politely asked.

"This week? Busan."

"This week?" Jimin enquired. "What do you do?"

"I'm a writer," her gaze landed on Jungkook and it made her nervous. If she said where she worked, would he be suspicious and throw her out?

"I help to boost tourism?" she managed.

1 Night 2 days does go to different places, Running Man tends to stay around Seoul..so it's not like I'm lying.

"You don't sound so sure.." Jungkook eyed her suspiciously.

"Most weeks I travel across the country, help to advertise different regions."

"Well that's great," Taehyung gave her a warm smile. "Isn't it Jungkook?" he nudged, "helping our country, positively patriotic that is!"

"Uh, yeah sure. Great," Jungkook managed a half smile.

"I have to go, we have to be on set in a few hours," she rushed quickly to the door, as quickly as her feet could take her.

"Set?" even in a drowsy state, that last bit didn't make sense to Jungkook, he tapped her name into Naver.

"What's her surname?" he asked the two others.

"How are we supposed to know? We didn't even know you had someone living with you, till this afternoon," Jimin drained his can and grabbed his jacket to leave.

"Gotta say, never thought that it would be you of all people living with a girl that wasn't that yo yo girlfriend of yours," Taehyung cackled.

"Ah, here we go," Jimin spoke into his empty can.

"Cmon Jimin," Taehyung tried to stifle his own laugh. "They might make it work this time, seventeenth time is a charm right?"

"Jennie drives me fucking insane," Jungkook sighed.

"Well, you're still with crazy so.." mumbled Jimin out the corner of his mouth, to Taehyung who couldn't hold his laugh in anymore.

"What you say?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Jimin opposite.

"Nothing, just that something must have happened. And as your friends, albeit the only ones that put up with your shit, issues. Concerns. I meant concerns, we will listen and try and help," he smiled innocently, elbowing Taehyung in the ribs.

"Of course man," Taehyung grinned back, as he continued to pretend to listen to Jungkook's rant about Jennie and how her going off on tour with Blackpink was effecting their relationship. The whole group had been subjected to it for years now.

The two of them zoned out; Jimin finally finished off the pistachio nuts, whilst Taehyung and him posed for a few selfies. He'd even managed to go to the toilet and back by the time Jungkook had stopped to take a breath. 

"WELL," Taehyung yawned, "We're gonna head off."

"I gotta sleep man," Jimin stifled a yawn. "I got an appointment on the morning."

"And I just can't be bothered to listen to this again another night," Taehyung admitted.

"Dicks. Shut the door after you," Jungkook dragged his feet to his room, before falling asleep in a heap.

"Can we be friends with your new roomie?" they called after him as he slugged off to bed.

"We're having poker night here next week, don't forget again yeah! It's your turn to hold it!" Taehyung waved back, taking a groan from Jungkook as agreement.

**

Jungkook woke up a little after sundown, same as always, noticing the curtains were closed, lights off and no one else home. Just the way he liked it.

He'd lost count of how many days YN had been away, but it didn't bother him. Whether she was there or not, it didn't make a difference to him.

Scratching his arm pits, the echo of his flip-flops against the cold marble floor, stomach rumbling he rummaged the fridge for any leftovers.

"What is she doing?" he wondered, not that Jennie seemed to care much about what he was doing. Sitting on the counter top, cross-legged he did the usual of scrolled through Jennie's social media, liking the last few posts, questioned his existence and then showered to hit the gym again.

**

YN smiled as the lift opened, appreciative for not having to climb several stairs to get to Jungkook's place.

She pulled out the schedule, and paranoid, scanned it's contents for the umpteenth time to ensure he was not home.

The image of shame and embarrassment the first time they met ran through her mind.

"Damn YN, you better hope he ain't in there," she hoped as she reached the door. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she would have tried to not come home at all, praying the shoot would be delayed, at least until Jungkook went off to his next schedule.

YN opened the door, knowing that he would have left for the gym by now, as the lights were low, and assuming all the shoes out front were his, she confidently rolled her suitcase in, flicked off her sneakers and let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"His Highness will be at the gym, so I can breathe again—"

Five sets of eyes stared up in surprise, and a sixth set stood with a beer in hand and a dirty look on his face.

"Oh shi—"

YN froze, still gripping her suitcase handle, her knuckles white with panic.

"I can come back later," she offered, not that she had anywhere she could go. A library or cafe maybe?

"Jungkook, care to share what you've been up to?" laughed Hope loudly, as YN tried hard to not pee her pants.

Jungkook didn't get a chance to reply as Hobi, Namjoon and even Yoongi were quicker than usual, already crowding around YN with several questions. Awkwardly YN tried to dodge everyone and get across the living room to her room.

Jungkook watched her eager to get away, the way her eyes went wide in horror as Namjoon knocked into her expensive suitcases and they fell over, making Yoongi swear blue from getting hit and give Hobi a dirty look for laughing in every situation.

"Jungkook you hiding secrets again?" Namjoon chastised him. Even at 25 he was still being ordered about, even though it was him making most of the money now. Jungkook held his tongue and stood still.

YN walked into Jungkook's solid back, pushing out a hand upon it to steady herself. He gave a low grunt, one which only she seemed to hear as she stood instinctively behind him, slowing down to place herself more behind him after a few short strides, wary of the situation. She didn't know him, but she trusted him more than anyone else right this moment. 

"Why are you so skittish?" He looked ahead, but YN knew his words were for her.

"I thought you were supposed to keep to your schedule. But this is a damn party!" she hissed before shutting up, afraid to upset this man.

"Guys let her breathe for fuck sake," he sighed at having to expel energy, pulling her to one side.

"I thought you were out. It's 7, your schedule said you'd be at the gym."

"Don't be shy," he told her, as she came into view.

YN wouldn't look at him. She wouldn't speak. She’d taken to wringing her hands behind her back, which is now in his as he grabbed it roughly, her bottom lip slightly wobbling. 

“That's easy for you to say Jungkook-ssi,” she uttered it so softly, he almost thought it was only the two of them in the room now.

Why does my name sound sweet like honey when she says it?

Unable to think straight, it was too late when his name came tumbling out her mouth without control.

Why is he looking at me like that? Are his eyes glazed over??!

“I can’t just let you leave, I'd have a lot to answer for," he looked her in the eye. 

"Funny cos you've not exactly gone out your way to make me feel welcome have you. You're itching for me to leave," having him look her in the eye was too much as she looked away.

But annoyed again, she looked at him. Cross.

The way she assumed he would ask her to leave, pissed him off. This wasn't her fault. It was because his brother had made his own plans and no one had let him in on it. And perhaps he'd been taking that out on her.

YN felt a fool for saying what she really felt. She wouldn't have agreed to stay with Jungkook just because she could, she was staying with him because she was so close to her big break and needed to be nearer to the action, because she had no other choice but to. Careers were made or lost depending on your commitment, and she was committed to the end.

She would sell her work, and she was going to be a fucking great talent. Sought after. In demand. Respected.

Watering brown eyes. Sexy, wavy shiny sunkissed hair. Cheeks that had a glow to them from working outdoors. Poutiest fucking lips he'd ever seen on a woman.

His brother had a lot to answer for, but he would save that for when he saw the dumbass in person to ask his questions. He'd been acting like a cold bastard towards her, but he wasn't going to admit that any time soon.

She was everything he needed to keep the fuck away from. Happy, thoughtful and kind.

"Please don't be rude. Introduce us to your beautiful friend," Yoongi mumbles politely, like the others looked toward her with a warm smile.

The beauty in question pursed her full lips together and her cheeks were suddenly crimson.

It’s then that her brown eyes locked with his, flickering with emotion as though they were glowing. She’s pissed. Confused. Upset. Telling Jungkook with her eyes to be a man and say something.

Is she sassing me? 

She stood there, her eyes moving rapidly, impatient to hear what Jungkook had to say too. 

For a few short minutes, he'd enjoyed a rare moment of pleasure in his cold, hard life. Clearly, the time for pleasure had come and gone. Now, he was staring back at his bandmates trying to explain why he was holding the hand of a stranger in his home. 

"This is YN, and she's my... guest."

Silence.

"Guest?" Namjoon repeated.

Jungkook gave a lazy nod.

"Your guest?" Namjoon repeated, looking between Jungkook and the others. "Is that like a euphemism for girlfriend or something? Because I don't remember reading about that in my social studies book."

"How many times have I told you, that you learn about people through talking to them, hanging out with people, not through books," Hobi reminded him.

Namjoon listened, before smiling back to her. "Please, join us!"

"It's okay, you seem like you're all enjoying yourself," she moved some steps back, not knowing Jungkook was fixed standing a short distance behind her. "Please enjoy your.. gambling?"

"Oh!" she turned to grab an arm to balance herself. "You and I need to have a chat tomorrow, please," her manners returning as she steadied herself upright.

Jungkook watched her wheel her things over to her room, the door shut quickly and the lock even faster.

"She's very pretty, glad you over Jennie," Hobi smiled, "how you guys meet? And why didn't you tell her to join us?"

"Just through my brother. Nothing fancy or special," he took a swig of beer and picked his cards back up, nestling back into his armchair.

"Right, who's go is it?"

Jimin laughed dramatically, "get ready to lose all your money maknae!"

**

YN was furious. She ripped up his schedule in a fit of anger, flinging the shreds into the air like confetti before stripping off and heading off to shower. The ensuite came complete with beautiful views, but it could do nothing to cool her anger down.

Scrubbing her skin violently raw, and rubbing too rough she couldn't believe her luck that they were all sitting there, like ducks in a row, the moment she walked in.

There goes being able to sit out on the sofas and enjoy dinner in front of the TV again like a normal person. She was sick of being stuck in her room like a prisoner on the rare one day a week she had off.

"Keeps to his fucking schedule my ass," she huffed as she patted her skin down with a fluffy towel before returning to her room to change.

Her thoughts were scattered as a ringtone; her ringtone sounded through them.

"Yeah?" she called out slowly, as she answered the unknown number against her better judgement.

"YN?"

When the caller used her name twice, she realised the call wasn't a mistake but deliberate.

"Who is it?"

"Oh! Sorry! It's me, Jimin."

"How do you have this number?"

She cursed inward for being so suspicious, but she was a practical person. Why would an idol hold onto her number of all people? She wasn't famous.

"Jungkook was being a bit of a dick, so I asked for your number. Thought we could be friends? Taehyung, Hobi and I are meeting for coffee tomorrow, you should join us!"

"Coffee? Me?...but why?"

Jimin laughed.

"Because any friend of Jungkook's is a friend of BTS!"

YN shook her head.

"Oh Jimin," she sighed.

"Yeah?"

"Sweet, naïve and innocent Jimin. Jungkook is not that nice. And I doubt he would give you my number. The first thing he did when he got my number was message me his schedule and tell me to stay out the way. So fess up."

"Damn, you are smart. Ok, we asked him for your number, that part is true. And so is the coffee. He's not exactly been nice since you moved in, and we noticed you were a little," he struggled to think of a word that shouldn't hurt her feelings.

"Stressed? Anxious? Worried?"

"Yep, all of those. So meet us for a coffee downstairs? 9 good for you?"

"Sounds good. Thank you. For being so nice," she bowed respectfully even on the phone.

"No worries at all, but can I ask a favour? As friends?"

YN frowned.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like what you have to say?"

He laughed again.

"Nothing seems to get past you. You sure you're not a police officer?"

"I'm not great with confrontation, I get the feeling that might not quite work for me as an officer.."

"Ok well, Jungkook has fallen asleep drunk."

"I ain't putting him to bed. This ain't no drama Jimin."

"I wouldn't ask you to."

She sensed the hesitation in his voice.

"But he's left a Weverse live running, whilst he's fallen asleep. The phone is just aimed at a candle. And well, he's live and the candle is lit. So we're just a bit concerned."

"That idiot has done what?!"

Pulling on her tracksuit bottoms on haphazardly and a t-shirt, inside out in her rush to dress faster than Lewis Hamilton at a pit stop, she hung up to Jimin before flinging herself out her bedroom door.

Jungkook's gaze went to the door behind him several times as the night wore on.

Why did she always lock herself away when she got home? He'd worked out earlier so that he could say hello and welcome her but he'd forgotten about poker night again.

YN rang back into her room as quickly as she left it.

"You can't just go running out like that, what if you get seen on the camera?!"

YN searched his name and watched his Weverse live running as she tried to get an idea as to where his camera was pointed. Lucky for them, it was staring precariously at a candle and nothing else.

Taking a deep breath, phone in hand she tiptoed into the room and towards the lounge. She saw his feet first, sticking out to one side besides the coffee table, covered in fluffy white socks.

The snores were loud. Loud enough that she groaned before quickly covering her mouth and hoping none of his fans heard.

Scanning the comments to see if any sleuth Army fans had noticed, she continued as nothing was mentioned.

Scared to come into view, she stepped over him, and grabbed his fold phone from behind, snapping. The clamshell together loudly.

Jungkook stood, his torso between her legs as she leaned back over to stand upright, tucking his phone into the band of her tracksuit bottoms.

Rechecking her phone and seeing that his live transmission had ended, much to the disappointment of his millions of fans she sighed on relief as she sat him upright against the bottom of the sofa.

Jungkook felt soft fingers prop up his face, and was sure he was dreaming. The smell of freshly washed hair wafted up to his nostrils, a few stray damp ends tickled his nose until he sneezed.

Eyes opened to see YN standing way too close for comfort, a mixture of concern and annoyance painted upon her face.

Her big eyes blinked back, tipped to the side before reaching out to check his forehead.

"What?" she asked.

"What?" he snapped back.

"Are you sick?" He heard her say, "how much did you even drink tonight?"

Jungkook started back at her, still very much drunk.

It’s impossible for me to trust another woman.

Especially one like YN. Who looks like butter wouldn't melt.

She could be obsessed with my wealth, but my heart says otherwise.

Before he could object, he was being manhandled to his room; his thick jumper under which he was sweating removed, and forced to down a glass of water.

The last image seared to his memory was the image of YN turning the light off and leaving the door ajar.

"Don't go," he managed hoarsely. He'd been expecting her to be loyal, stay by his side as he slept; but instead YN looked back at him and laughed.

"Fool. I'm going to sleep. Try not to die yeah," and her door shut soon after.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Darling, How could you be so blind.

“God, Izzy!” Harry moans into my neck and if you can be dizzy with power I’m spinning like a top. I’ve been perched on his lap grazing my hips against his and kissing his bubblegum lips for ages. His mouth has gone strawberry by now. It matches perfectly with the reddened patches on his neck. I’m punchy with pleasure that somehow I’ve been elected the girl to make him sound like this. Look like this, desperate.

Especially because before this started, I wasn’t in the starting line up, wasn’t even a walk on.

We’d been carousing around his mother’s garden party all afternoon, stealing orphaned glasses of wine. We’ve been red cheeked and merry for long enough that ID grown complacent in his company.

“Fuck, I’m too tipsy to go out now!” He’d dramatically thrown his head back on the pillow of his bed. We’d taken refuge in his bedroom when we realized we’d slunk off with enough wine to be stupid. It had taken him nearly breaking a goblet and me having to cross my legs to stop myself pissing with laughter.

“You’re the biggest clutz, it’s like you’re legs go too far ahead of you all the time.” Id been cackling and Harry had put his hand over my gasped mouth. His face so close eyed me for a moment. It always struck me stupid when he got so close, had since I was thirteen, but by sixteen it was a sickness. I always did my best to ignore it, until I was alone later.

“Shhh! You’re so loud.” He’d said, loudly. “I may be clutsy, but it’s a good job your name is not grace. Nearly pissing yourself, what a lady, pffft!” It would sound Hrsh if his smile wasn’t so wide. “Cmon” hed said. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

And three minutes into trying to throw popcorn into each other’s mouths and failing terribly, hed started moaning about not being able to go with his other friends.

I never went out with the group. I had my own quieter group of girlfriends, but for reasons I didn’t examine too closely, I’d

Much rather spend all time with Harry.

Bravely I taunt, “you know you’d rather hang out with me!” He nodded and I knew that, but the confirmation made a balloon inflate in the region of my chest. “So, you’re not missing out on anything, yeah?” This time I just put popcorn into his mouth since I’d stayed up and closer while we were talking.

Harry’s plump lips were almost as distracting as his tongue when It slid against my index finger as he took the proffered bite.

“I mean, I’d rather be with you, ya know that, but I am missing out.”

“On Jonny’s stupendous Mario kart skills?” He never persisted this much.

“Well, it’s not just Jonny and Tim.” He was scratching the back of his neck and smirking, though the red in his cheeks indicated he had a little shame left.

“Emma?” He shook his head. Who else had I heard talking about him, or had to avoid talking about Harry to? “Sophie?”

He flashed his eyebrows.

“She just broke up with Jack, you’re already trying to date her?” My stomach was twisting.

“Not so much date her.” He cracked up at my disgusted face. “Oh Cmon lizard-“

“Hate when you call me that!”

“I know.” He reached out to tickle my knee. “But don’t you just ever wanna make out with someone?”

Yeah, you. “I mean, I suppose, but honestly, I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.”

“Then you’re not doing it properly.” He tsked.

“Or they’re not.” I countered. But I’d only done so much kissing, and the idea it was me twisted my face.

“Gonna stick like that!” He flicked my bottom lip and I bit his finger. At that his eyes flashed at me. “Maybe it’s not you then?”

“Come again?” I was honestly lost.

“Judging by that nibble there, you’re probably doing just fine…” he looked at me long enough for my breath to come a bit faster. “Maybe I don’t need to go anywhere..” he trailed off and the question, the proposition hung in the air between our mouths that had not seemed so close together a bit ago.

Objections ran through my mind, but I’d been dreaming about Harry kissing me since long before my actual first kiss. I’m not sure who possessed me at that moment, but I owed her a thank you note. I ducked my chin, and leaned a shade closer to him, “I suppose you don’t have to, no…”

His breath crossed the threshold of my lips before anything else. Id been thinking about how the pink of his mouth would feel against mine for so long, and yet the bee to honey sweet of it still caught my breath.

When I gasped, his tongue made itself welcome too. The kiss didn’t get messy, but it was wet and delicious. Flavored with wine, salt, and the hard back beat of my blood surging through my veins. His lips eased and opened mine like he did this

Professionally and the tip of his tongue was gentlemanly when it snicked across my bottom lip to ask for entry. The manners were left at the door then though. Once our slick muscles folded together, My stomach creased over on itself and my head went light. The slide of him over and against my tongue drew another sound ID never made before and I realized that Harry had been right all along. I didn’t know what I had been missing, and he didn’t need to go anywhere.

But he did, go everywhere for a very long time.

Unfortunately, He was everywhere but here, and I knew what I was missing.

[gwenbrightly]

“Mr. Smith” At Your Service

“So… you’re Nya’s father?” Ms. Adams asked from across the table. Kai stiffened.  

“I sure am. Were you expecting someone different to show up for this conference?” he replied, clearing his throat awkwardly. Ms. Adams flushed.

“No, no. Of course not. You’re just younger than I expected, that’s all.”

“It’s my height, isn’t it?” Kai said, pretending to be embarrassed, “I used to spike it up when I was younger to compensate, you know? But nowdays that just seems too… childish. Yeah.”

“… oh,” Ms. Adams said, looking a bit like a parched fish, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Smith. Nya talks a lot about her brother, Kai, but she doesn’t mention her parents much.”

“Ah, yes. Kai Smith Junior. He’s a good kid.”

“I can tell Nya really looks up to him. You must do a good job of raising them both for them to be so close.” Nya’s teacher observed. Kai held in a snicker. She had no idea.  

“It’s not always easy, but I’d say we manage.” Ms. Adams nodded in agreement.  

“So, tell me,” Kai continued, without letting Ms. Adams think of anything else to ask about his family, “how is Nya doing in 5th grade?”

“Oh, she’s a joy to have in class. Very bright and a hard worker,” Ms. Adams began, “she tends to be far more proficient than her peers when it comes to stem related subjects.”  

Kai hummed in what he hoped was a thoughtful and attentive way. He already knew Nya was smart – smarter than him, probably. As much as he hated to admit it.

“In fact, I’ve had to make her my teaching assistant for math because she finishes her work so much earlier than the others.”

“Wow,” Kai interjected. All that time crunching numbers for their blacksmith shop had clearly paid off.  

“Indeed. Nya shows promise with writing, too, but I think her perfectionist side makes it difficult for her to finish her writing projects on time. I do occasionally have to collect her work before she is complete happy with it.”

“That… sounds like Nya.” Kai had often heard the sounds of pencils being thrown across Nya’s bedroom in frustration. Remembering that he was supposed to be playing the part of a concerned parent, he asked, “is there, uh, anything I should be doing to help her?”

“I’m sure she’ll grow out of it with time. For now, just keep reminding her that it is okay to make mistakes sometimes. Unlike math or science, writing is very open ended. I think her perfectionist nature just… doesn’t do well with something where there isn’t always a single right answer.”

Kai nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll do my best with that.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ask. Nya really is a wonderful girl, though,” Ms. Adams assured him, “I see great things in her future. She’s got plenty of good friends and a wonderful family to support her and a brilliant mind.”

“I’m glad to hear she’s doing so well overall,” Kai replied with a grin. His sister might be a pain sometimes, but it was good to know that she was getting to have a relatively normal school experience. And that she was making friends. The amount of time she spent cooped up helping him run the blacksmith definitely wasn’t a great way for her to live her life.

“Of course, Mr. Smith,” Ms. Adams said, returning his smile.

“Nya speaks very highly of you. I really appreciate how much you’ve done for her,” Kai told the teacher. He glanced at his watch, beginning to wonder if his 20 minute time slot was almost over. Ms. Adams seemed to be wondering the same thing, for she broke the silence almost immediately.

“It is my pleasure. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns about your daughter. Thank you for your time.”

“You, too,”

And with that, Kai bid Ms. Adams a good evening and headed for the door.

“Your spiky hair is too childish? Bwahahaha,” Nya cackled when she saw him coming. She was sitting cross legged on a bench outside her classroom and had clearly been eavesdropping.  

“Cmon, Nya. Let’s get out of here,” Kai said, rolling his eyes.

“Sure, dad,” Nya replied teasingly. She looked her arm through his as they walked down the hallway.  

Kai groaned. He was never going to live this down.  

[tobi-momo]

Sweet

a/n: hi hi hi! this wasnt requested from anyone but my brain at 3 in the morning, so ya girl just quickly wrote sum down. plus- i need more midoriya works, like, cmon- its deku- our man needs some more love and appreciation🥰- also! i am so so so so close to 150 followers- thank you guys sm srsly yall are so supportive and awesome :))

Pairings: Midoriya x GN!Reader 

Genre: Fluff- a lil spice but nothin much

Warnings: it does get a tad bit spicy - a small curse? barely - making out - rotten fluff :) NOT PROOFREAD !!

pls enjoy <33

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask, turning your head towards him right before he pours in an entire bag of flour in the bowl.

“I’m putting the flour in,” he replies, like he knows what he’s doing.

You walk over to him with a laugh, shaking your head while you take the bag of flour away from him. “You’re supposed to use measuring cups, silly, not eyeball it.”

He lets you take the bag and set it on the island before looking back at the empty bowl and back at you again with a confused look.

“What?” You giggle while opening a drawer to grab the utensils you need and closing it shortly after, walking in his direction once more. He backs away, allowing you to scoop the flour into the measuring cup, then tapping the side of the bowl to empty the flour into the bowl. He watches you, his eyes softening and admiring you with a smile. “Well? You gonna stand there and watch or are you gonna help?”

“Oh! Yeah, uh,” he brought his hand to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching, “I don’t think i’ll be of much help,” he chuckles, backing away to the wall. You smirk at this. You got an idea.

“That’s okay, we can do something else then.” Observing his sudden stiff figure and tomato-red face, you assume his mind has gone to the gutter. Just as you wanted. You gently place the measuring cup on the marble surface, turning your body to face him, then walking his way, placing a hand behind your back. Your right hand finds its way on his bicep, fingers running up and down his muscle, his flustered expression making you want to laugh. You look up at him, your body inches away from his. His blush barely fading as he smiles down to you, leaning his head down to meet yours. You tip-toe, raising yourself and meeting his lips halfway in a sweet, luscious kiss. 

His hands make home on your waist, pulling you in closer while your hands place themselves on his cheeks. Both of your hands. 

He yelps on your lips before aggressively pulling back, almost hitting his head on the wall. “What the hell is that?” His head immediately whips to you; your loud cackles confusing his already befuddled brain. His hand instantly goes up to his cheek; half scared of what could be there. His fingers graze the substance, bringing it down to his eye level. “Frosting?” He shouts, a smile crawling back on his face when he looks back at your body, practically on the floor from laughter. He couldn’t help but giggle at you; a cramped abdomen and tears practically running down your face. 

“Ha ha ha ha, I’m- ha- I’m sorry,” you let out, trying to calm yourself and get your composure back, “I just ha- had to do it.”

He grins at you, wiping as much frosting off as he can before using his hand to help you up. Lifting you up, you grab the inside of his elbow to catch your balance, taking deep breaths to stop yourself from falling on the floor again. You lean into him, jumping back when something that wasn’t his hand sweeps against your cheek. 

“He- hey! Why’d you do that?” You try to act bothered, but your sentence comes out jokingly as you couldn’t help your laugh after you playfully hit his chest. You pout at him, making his grin smile widen before he pulls you into him, taking his thumb and wiping the frosting off your cheek, down to your bottom lip, and into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his thumb, gazing straight into his eyes as you collect all the frosting. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, trailing it down to your chin, perking it up while his head outstretches to catch your lips in a moist, succulent kiss. He draws back, twinkling at you. 

“Sweet.”

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sorry its short but meh its fiine

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Heya there! :D i was wondering if i could request a scenario with Denki whos s/o is really aloof and emotionless most of the time but then maybe Kaminari get hurt or something and theyre suddenly scolding him and being really affectionate- pls i havent seen such a great writer in so long your work is amazing😭🖐

hi!! yes of course :) i was hoping someone would request denki >.< i adore mr pikachu

awe omg thank you so much! you’re too sweet i really do appreciate it <3

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it was christmas time, and you were so looking forward to the party you and denki were hosting tonight. you usually didn’t care for parties, preferring to just chill at your apartment with denki and play video games or whatever. but he insisted on having a party this year. and how could you say no to his puppy dog eyes??

currently you were working on the christmas tree banner denki wanted you to make, carefully cutting out the stencil trees from the sheet. he was standing on a ladder trying to put up another line of fairy lights, although the ladder was not very sturdy since he bought it from a sketchy guy on the side of the street two years ago.

“so, y/n, you excited?” he shouted, the sound scaring you, making you slip and accidentally tear part of one of the trees.

“somewhat, but cmon you made me rip one!” you complained, more spooked than actually angry.

“woah, i get a somewhat from you?? normally i have to drag you to interact with people!” he cackled, throwing his head back a bit too much and falling straight on his back off the ladder.

a loud crash followed.

“DENKI!” you jumped up, running to where he was laying on his back. he was giggling, earning a glare from you.

“the look on your face-” he laughed, snorting once or twice, not even bothering to get up. it didn’t really hurt to fall, the worried expression plastered on your face making it so worth it.

“it’s not funny, your back is gonna be bruised!!” you yelled, running to the kitchen for an icepack.

“woah woah, since when are you all concerned about what happens to me, miss ‘its whatever.’“ 

your face turned red, throwing the icepack at him once he finally stood up. you engulfed him in a hug afterwards, you attempting to give him a back massage to ease some of the pain.

“oh stop it,” he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. 

“you worry me too much.” he chuckled at your response, a smile forming on his dumb face. you hugged him tighter, your arms pulling him into your embrace that he didn’t want to leave.

“aww you care,” he winked, ruffling your hair before climbing back up the ladder, his back injury long forgotten as he focused on hanging the lights.

“i still don’t forgive you for the tree,” you fake frowned at your makeshift banner, the tear not easily fixed with tape.

“oh yeah? well you got to get back by throwing that ice pack at me, we’re even!”

you smirked and shook your head, turning back to your project.

when he wasn’t turned to you, denki blushed with a grin, as his plan worked.

 he knew he could get you to show him something other than indifference. he just had to worry you! he felt like a genius coming up with the plan last night, and it worked, so basically he’s the next albert einstein.

[wonder-kid-pugh]

The Bet (Kelley O'Hara x reader) part 1

Okay I wrote this ages ago but when I tried to post it, it was too long for a single post and then forgot about it. So I'm going to break it up into 2 parts. Hope you enjoy!!!

Kelley's Pov

"Cmon O'Hara! Your late!" Coach Ellis shouts as I jog onto the field for morning practice. I caught up to the rest of the team and started doing the warm up with them, "Sorry Coach!" "Pipe down and run your lap" she shouts back before going back to her notebook.

I run alongside Alex and Allie which the later of which sniggers at me, "Too busy shagging to make it to practice on time?" I just shrug with a smug grin and keep jogging. "Do you even know her name?" Alex asks raising an eyebrow at me. I open my mouth before closing it again and try to think, "R...Riley? Rosa? Rachel! It was Rachel!"

Alex rolls her eyes, "You stop shoving your tongue down her mouth long enough to ask her?" "Don't get snippy with me just cause Serv can't put out to satisfy your needs" I tease and step out of her reach as she goes to smack me. "Are you ever going to stop sleeping around?" Christen asks from in front of us. I snort, "Why would I want too?"

We finish out the lap and start to stretch, "Beside I can't help it it they throw themselves at me". Christen scrunches her face at me, "Your disgusting". But I just shrug while Mal turns to us, "Did you hear about the new girl?" The some of the others nod while they tilt their heads at the young forward. "What new girl?" Alex asks as she stretches her quad.

Mal just shrugs, "I don't know just hear there was a new girl joining today". Christen hums, "Yeah I'm supposed to show her around after practice".  I smirk, "Is she hot?" Christen scoffs, "I haven't met her yet". I give her a cheeky grin, "Well if she's hot can you send her my way". She glares at me, "I'm not helping you add another girl to your list of conquests". I just smirk at the forward, "Fine either it's going to end up with me and her in between the sheets".

"Her and I" Becky corrects as she walks past. Christen looks shocked at our captain, "Don't encourage her!" But the captain shrugs, "I've learned a long time ago to not get involved in Kelley's sex life". I stick out my tongue at Christen who narrows her eyes at me. But Becky crosses her arms giving me a look, "But it doesn't mean I approve of your lifestyle choices".

I stop teasing Christen and look at Becky who gives me a stern look, "I don't like it but I'm not going to tell you what to do. All I'm saying is one day it's going to come back and bite you in the ass and you'll have to accept that".

I watch as Becky walks off to the drill coach has set up as I can't help but think of what she said.

"One day it's going to come back and bite you in the ass and you'll have to accept that"

But I shake my head forgetting it as I follow them to the drill. I respect Becky a lot. She's a great captain and an even better person. But there's no way she knows that for certain.

Right?

...............

I sigh as the bell rings signalling the end of history as I walk out of the class with Tobin, Allie, Alex and Ash, "God I thought he was never going to shut up". Ash nods stretching her arms up over her head, "Yeah. Collins never learns how to shut up. Should we be concerned with how excited he gets talking about the Holocaust?"

But I don't answer instead my attention turns to a girl walking down the hall. She was looking down at what I presume is her timetable as she looks at the numbers on the doors no doubt trying to find her class. She was drop dead gorgeous but as she bit the corner of her lip trying to figure out where she is- holy fuck did that do things to me.

But before I could make a move one of the football players saddle up to her with a sultry smile, "Hey your new. Need help?" She looks him up and down raising an eyebrow at him but before she can reject him I slide up beside her throwing my arm around her shoulders, "Sorry Jacobs she's with me". All I can see is him glaring at me before I wheel her away from him down the hall a bit.

"Thanks" she breathes out, "I was just trying to find my class I didn't exactly want him to get the wrong idea. I owe you one". I wiggle my eyebrows at her, "Well we can call it even if you give me your number". But my smile drops as I see her scoff and mumble something under her breath, "What?" But she just shakes her head, "Look thanks for the save but I didn't escape one flirtatious jackass only to end up with another one".

My eyes widen slightly at her bluntness before trying to recompose myself, "Now why do you think that?" "Because I know what your like. Your all the same. There's always one". "One what?" I ask again trying to understand where she's going. She waves her hand up and down motioning to me, "A player. Has a different girl every few days. Thinks they're god's gift to the world and have have any girl at their beck and call".

I try and keep the smirk off my face as I tilt my head at her, "Why do you think that's me?" She raises an eyebrow at me while she deadpans, "Cause you didn't even asking for my name before you started trying to get into my pants. Besides there's always one like you at every school".

I take a step closer to her with a grin, "Oh honey I promise, you haven't met anyone like me before". To my surprise she puts her finger on my nose and pushes my face away from hers, "Hmm I'm sure. Now excuse but I have to go to class. I'm sure you can find another girl to bang".

And with that she walks down the hallway without even looking back at me. "Don't you need help finding your class?" I shout after her but she waves her hand not sparing me a glance, "I'll find it".

I let out a puff of air as I watch her walk away from me slightly stunned. Even when I hear Allie's cackle I can't seem to pull my eyes away from her retreating figure, "Hahaha Wormie got rejected bad". Ash wraps her arm around me, "So how does it feel to know that not every available girl wants you?" But I ignore them, "Don't worry she'll come around soon". Alex shakes her head, "I don't think so Wormie. I think you've met your match here". But I shake my head, "She will fall for me". Ash smirks, "Wanna bet?"

I finally look at her with a glint in my eye, "What do you have it mind?" "There's no way you can get her before the end of championship" Ash challenges. I smirk at her, "Your on". I look down the hallway where she disappeared,

"She's mine".

.............

I lean up again the lockers with a charming smile plastered on my face, "Hello again". She rolls her eyes as she takes books out of her locker, "Hello O'Hara". I grin, "I don't remember telling you my name". She slams her locker door shut, "Your reputation proceeds you obviously". I lick my lips at that.

That's going to make my job slightly harder

I wiggle my eyebrows at her, "All good things I hope". She raises an eyebrow at me, "Depends on who you ask?" I look at her, "Who did you ask?" But she can't answer as someone calls behind her, "Hey Belle!" She looks behind her and smiles at the forward, "Hey Chris!" She returns the smile before her eyes land on me, "What are you up too Kels?" I shrug, "Just trying to welcome the new student to our wonderful school".

Christen hums obviously not impressed before turning back to the new girl, "What's your next class?" She takes out her phone and checks it quickly before answering, "Uh Calc with Mr James?" I immediately grin, "So do I. I can take you". She once again rolls her eyes while christen gives her what I could only say was a sympathy look, "Sure I'll meet you after for lunch". She sighs but nods before Christen walks away to her next class.

"Ready to go?" I ask but she just sighs and nods, "Let's go O'Hara". I start walking towards our class her barely looking at me, "Why do you hate me so much?" She shrugs, "I don't hate you, I just don't like people like you. I've barely been here a week and I've already heard all about you". "Okay that's fair. But you've only heard about me from other people. You haven't actually given me the chance to really get to know me. How you do know it's true?"

She stops right as we reach the class and turns to me, "That's true. Another thing that's true is your literally saying this to me wearing a leather jacket. What is your motorcycle in the shop?" She runs her hand through her hair before looking me straight in the eye, "It isn't just the fact that you are the perfect image of your stereotypical player. It's also the fact you wear it like a badge of honour. You love the fact that people see you as that and that girls stumble over themselves to get your attention. I'm sorry but I'm not interested in being another name to your already long list of girls you've bedded. I will say that whatever girl that finally gets you to settle down will deserve an award and I hope you find her in the future".

With that she leaves me there standing in the doorway as she turns on her heel and walks into class and introduces herself to the teacher. And as much as I would like to say her words affected me.

I was too focused on how blue her eyes were

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"Ladies I would like to introduce you to our new midfielder, Belle Rose" Coach Ellis says as Belle smiles at us but it soon falters when she sees me. "Get a quick stretch going because after we're going into th beep test!" Ellis shouts only for us to groan but start stretching knowing it's only going to be worst if we keep moaning.

"Funny how we keep running into each other" I joke as I walk over to her as she stretches out. She gives me her signature eye roll, "Or maybe I have a stalker?" I grin as I swing my leg, "You wish Princess". She scoffs, "Oh wow that's so original. I've never heard that one before". "I mean you kinda teed it up with your name" I laugh. She snorts, "Yeah my parents had a funny sense of humour". "Well if your beauty where's your beast?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows at her. "Anyone but you" she answers simply before walking away but I'm quick to follow.

"You really not going to give me a chance?" I sigh. "Nope" she says popping the p. "How about a little wager then?" I try again. Thankfully this gets her attention as she turns and quirks an eyebrow at me, "What are you up too O'Hara?" I smirk, "If I can outlast you in the beep test, you have to go on a date with me?" I see most of the team turns and watches us as she thinks drumming her fingers against her bicep, "Wow you really that desperate that you have to challenge me to a race?" The team laugh while I just focus on her as she tilts her head at me, "What's in it for me?" I shrug, "What do you want?" She licks her lips before smirking, "If I win, you have to go a month without sleeping with someone".

All the youngin's ohhhhh but I ignore them and hold out my hand, "Your on". She shakes my hand, "Let's see what you've got O'Hara". "You got it Princess" I wink but she scoffs and walks over to Christen calling over her shoulder, "Good luck beast".

Belle's Pov

"Are you sure about this Belle? I know you have never seen Kelley play before but she's the fastest on the team and always lasts the longest on the beep test" Christen frowns as I shake out my arms and legs. I grin, "Don't worry Pressy. Your forgetting you haven't seen me either. I got this". She sighs, "I hope your right. Kelley is my friend but she leaves a trail of heartbreak in her wake and I don't want to you be another victim of her ways".

I smile, "I appreciate that Chris. I'm glad I have a friend like you looking out for me". She smiles and gives me a side hug, "Anytime". We all line up for the beep test and Kelley makes sure that she's on the other side of me with Mal on the other. We start off with the easy levels. Obviously the goalkeepers were the first to go followed then by the defenders, Kelley being the only one left. The higher up we go the more people drop until it's just Kelley, Christen, Alex, Mal and I left.

Kelley makes it her mission to keep making comments in my ear. Teasing and trying to psyche me out. But I just shrug her off and focus on the running. Soon the other 3 drop leaving only Kelley and I. "I'll give you this. Not many people can keep pace with me" Kelley breathes out. I shrug and wink at her, "You should be worried about keeping up with me". She huffs out a laugh before another beep sounds and we're off running again. We go another few rounds and we're both breathing heavy now. "Just drop so we can both be done with this" Kelley huffs out with a cough but I shake my head with a similar huff, "No way. There's no way I'm stopping until I win".

Again the all too familiar beep comes too soon as we're forced to run again. We both make the line with barely a second but this time you could see that Kelley was struggling as she goes into a coughing fit. I frown as the defender hunches over in a coughing fit and doesn't stop. It gets so intense that she drops to her knees still hacking. I kneel beside her the beep test is completely forgotten as I take her wrists in my hands. She lifts her head as I raise her hands above her head looking into her eyes. "Just take some deep breathes. In the nose out the mouth". She nods slightly as she follows me instructions.

It was only then did I realise how close we really were. My faces scan over her face as her eyes close. Although I would never admit it out loud to her. She was beautiful. She had the looks. Her defined features paired with her sharp jawline would have anyone in awe. Then the millions of freckles scattered across her face only made her more adorable.

But Christ her eyes

When her hazel eyes opened and peered back at me. My breathing almost hitched. The way her eyes just pulled everything together was incredible.

Who knew hazel could be so pretty?

No words were spoken as we both tried to gain our breath back. But our little bubble was interrupted by the rest of the team. "You okay Kels?" Alex ask standing over her friend who nods giving her a thumbs up. It's only then I realise I'm still holding her hands in mine as I quickly drop them and stand up beside Christen who hands me a water bottle, "You good?" I nod before taking a drink.

"Okay while Kelley and Belle catch their breath the rest of you will move onto the next drill" Ellis explains as the rest of the team nod and head over to the drill. Coach turns to us, "You good O'Hara?" She just nods slightly but coach doesn't look convinced, "Sit out for a bit and if your feelings better you can join in. Don't push yourself. Same with you Rose". We both nod before coach walks over to the team and start the drill.

We both just sit in the bench for a little while just taking a breather as we watch the girls before Kelley speaks up, "You could have won". I just turn and look at her as she continues, "You could have kept going and won the bet". I just shrug, "Winning a bet shouldn't come at the expense of someone else". I furrow my eyebrows as I swear I see her flinch slightly before looking down but I ignore it. But it's quickly forgotten about as she gives me a teasing smile, "If I was there any longer I might have needed mouth to mouth".

I groan loudly, "Do you ever stop?" She shrugs with a small smile, "Sorry". I shake my head as I look at the team and see it's a defenders Vs attackers drill and nudge her foot with mine and nod my head towards them, "Cmon O'Hara time for me to show you up in the drill". I start walking over but I heard her scoff behind me before following.

"Not likely Princess"

..............

"Cmon baby you we can have some more fun this weekend. I've got the house all to myself" some girl smirks as she places her hand on Kelley's arm. I roll my eyes but I tilt my head as I see she shrug her off, "Sorry can't". It's obvious that I'm not the only one that's surprised as the girl looks taken back, "Why?" But she just shrugs, "Just can't".

But this doesn't detour her as she once again goes in close to Kelley gliding her hand down her chest to her torso, "Cmon you've never turned down an offer before. Besides we both had fun the last time". I slam my locker shut and houst my bag over my shoulder as I walk over to them, "Kels cmon we have to get to class". She nods before detaching herself from the girl who just narrows her eyes at me, "We were talking". I shrug giving her a bored look, "Not anymore". She scoffs but looks at Kelley, "So this weekend?"

Kelley genuinely looks annoyed for second so I decide to step in, "She can't". Both of them look at me, one in anger the other in confusion. "And why not?" The girl challenges crossing her arms. I lean into Kelley and nudge her side, "We have plans right?" I hold Kelley's stare as she catches on and wraps an arm around my shoulders, "Yup we have plans. Sorry Rachel". "It's Reagan" she glares at us while I try to hold back a snort. "Sorry" Kelley says as she wheels us away and towards our next class.

"Thanks" she breathes out as we make our way through the sea of people. "As much as your a pain in my ass. Your still my teammate and it looked like you needed some help" I say. She smiles, "I appreciate it". "Can I ask you a question?" I ask. "Shoot" she nods. I look at her out of the corner of my eye as we keep walking, "Why did you say no?" She looks at me as I continue, "I mean from my knowledge you never turn down something like that".

She licks her lips before she shrugs, "It was apart of the deal". I furrow my eyebrows at her, "What deal?" She grins, "The deal we made at training. About the beep test". "But I didn't win" I say. She shrugs, "Neither did I. That's why I'm also taking you out on a date this weekend". I give her a blank face, "Seriously?" She smirks, "Deadly. Neither of us won but both of us lost so we both do the forfeit".

I sigh, "I suppose that makes sense. And I'm guessing your not going to let me out of it either". She shake her head, "Nope!" I toss my head back and groan, "Fine. One date and then you leave me alone". She pumps her fist while I can't help but giggle at her child like behaviour as we continue on the way to class.

All the way I didn't realise her arm was still wrapped around me.

[crispycrimebrulee]

🎄25 Days of HXH: Day 1: Gon x Snow Angels🎄

You could barely keep up with Gon, seeing as he was running around the house from one closet, to shelf, to drawer, to cabinet, looking for things to bundle up with. There was fresh snow on the ground, practically up to his knees, and he had screamed at the top of his lungs to make you aware of the fact. Pure joy not only sparkled in his eyes, but was practically showing in his aura as he stared at the snow, crisp white expanse through the window, pressing his face against the window, fogging it up. He wasted no time in getting breakfast and now, frantically running about looking for snow boots, hats, mittens, scarves and anything else to keep the two of you warm. All you’d managed to do was get yourself into some warm clothes and a pair of snow boots he’d shoved in your face before running off, babbling about the snow and gloves. You followed him, unable to keep a smile from your face. White Christmas by Bing Crosby 

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Slowly following after him, he was now pulling a jacket from the closet, haphazardly zipping up his own. He came to you and put it on you, gently helping you put it on, despite you not needing any assistance. He zipped it up, spun you around, and patted your head. Going back in the same closet, he pulled out a scarf that was much too big, tossed it on the ground, and kept looking.

Picking it up, you checked it over, feeling the soft, fuzzy fabric between your fingers. You managed to wrap it around your neck, feeling completely enveloped by the scarf. You waddled up behind him and watched him toss various things on the ground, looking for something in particular it seemed.

“Whatcha lookin’ for, hun?” you asked, poking his side.

“A scarf for y-” he started, turning to you, “ah! You want that one? It’s pretty big...and itchy…” he replied, scratching his head.

“A scarf is a scarf, sunshine!’ you said, smiling at him.

He beamed and ran off upstairs with you trailing behind. 

After some time, he had bundled the both of you up from head to toe, making you insufferably warm, standing in the heated house with him. You began to fidget a little, feeling the heat around you become sniffling. 

Feeling satisfied with how he’s wrapped you up, Gon takes your (mittened) hand and pulls you outside, the cold air still nipping at your face in contrast to the cosy environment of the house. The first thing Gon does is stomp around in the snow, holding your hand the whole time. After a minute or two, you realize he was slowly making a path in the snow, as opposed to you trudging knee deep in the snow. You squeeze his hand gently, he stops and looks at you, smiling.

“Yeah? Whats up?” he asks, wiggling snow off his foot.

“You don’t need to make a path…” you mutter, pushing your fingers in the snow, making little holes.

He shrugged and grinned, halfway covered by his scarf, and he took out running into the snow.

The running didn’t last long, as he tripped and fell face first into the snow, giggling into the fluff. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dilemma, and waded through to help him. 

Pulling him up from the snow, he looked adorable. Snow gently coated his lashes, and his face was a little flushed from the cold. Large brown eyes contrasting against the snow almost felt as they looked; warm, soft and cozy, his eyes alone could make any environment warmer. 

Flopping down beside him in the snow, you shifted and started to form a snow angel, swishing around in the snow. Sitting up and doing some fancy footwork to not disturb your masterpiece, you crawled out of the snow angel and stood up, admiring it. Gon peeked over on his knees, in slight awe of your snow angel. Following suit, Gon got up and went next to yours and flopped down, making a snow angel as well. Once finished you helped him up and you smiled. The little snow angels looked like they were holding hands and Gon seemed like this was planned, as he looked pretty proud of himself. Reaching down and grabbing a handful of snow, you tossed it over him and he yelped, ducking his head. You bolted, and Gon followed, although your running was slowed, being deep in the snow. You tripped only moments later, face down in the snow and Gon laughed just a little before flopping beside you, tossing snow over your head. 

“Heyyyyyyyyy cmon!” whining in the snow, feeling more snow on top of you.

“Hey...do you think we could make snow angels with faces?” Gon asked, pulling you up from the snow and studying your light face print in the snow.

Could you? Surely it was possible...probably done many a time by curious souls.

You moved over a little bit and flopped face down in the snow again, arms spread out. The snow stung your face, the cold burning your skin just a little. You attempted to swish around like you had done previously, and had Gon pull you up when you were done. 

Wow this was awful.

You couldn’t help but cackle, the smooshed face plant snow angel looking absolutely ridiculous, and Gon was also doubled over in laughter. He ran over next to the strange little masterpiece you created and made one of himself, causing your chest to burn with laughter, his looking far stranger than yours. 

“Your’s looks worse than mine!” wheezing into your scarf, staring at the misshapen snow angel.

“No way! Your’s is super-” Gon was interrupted, a flurry of sneezes breaking his sentence.

You looked at him as he sniffled, confused by the onslaught of sneezing and sniffling. 

“We should go inside…” you muttered, squishing his cheeks and wrapping his scarf around him a little tighter. 

Gon nodded and took your hand, leading you inside to get warm from your small adventure of making angels.

Sure, in a few days time they’d be covered up with more snow, and Gon would be compelled to make new ones, but good memories don’t get covered up, now do they? 

[ghostpeblewrite]

Paradoxical - Chapter 5

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Ghost knew deep down that walking out on Toast right then was a bad idea. However, he didn’t know how bad of an idea it actually was.

Only now he realizes that, his head pounding and his wrists tied behind his back. As he comes to his senses more, he realizes he has a blindfold over his eyes. He’s also tied to a chair.

And he can also hear sound in the room he’s in. Quiet whispering to his left. The voices almost sound familiar to him. Hey, maybe if he knows them, they won’t kill him!

“Hello?” he groans. Maybe he can talk his way out of this.

He can hear a gasp followed by a quick, shrill, “He’s awake!!” Two sets of footsteps approach him. One stops to his left, the other directly in front of him.

“Oh, please let me take his blindfold off!!” the shrill voice says, sounding almost like a begging kid.

“I’m not letting you do it,” a deep voice says. It has a weird accent, almost like a mix of southern and British- Wait a fucking minute.

“Oh, you mother FUCKER!” Ghost exclaims. He’d know that fucking voice anywhere. “Gavin you piece of shit!”

The man, correctly identified as Gavin, chuckles. The shrill voice laughs as well, a disturbing cackle that chills Ghost to his bones. “Long time no see, Ghostie.”

Ghost’s blindfold is taken off his head, and he’s face to face with the twin brother of his best friend.

Despite being identical twins, many things help differentiate the two brothers. First of all, Gavin doesn’t have the same baby blue eyes as Toast. His eyes are instead an abnormally vibrant green colour.

Another thing is the scar on the left side of Gavin’s face, stretching from his jaw up to the corner of his eyebrow. Gavin also has a few face piercings, one of them being on his eyebrow, another on his lip. He also does his hair differently than his brother’s.

The easiest way to tell though, is Gavin is a total dickhead, and Toast isn’t.

“What was even the point of the blindfold??” Ghost huffs, glaring at him.

“So you didn’t see him,” Gavin says, backing away from Ghost as he motions to the other guy in the room, presumably the owner of the shrill voice. Ghost freezes when he sees him.

The man looks a lot like Ghost, like he could be his brother or something. However, the man has shaggy nearly black hair that hangs into his face, red eyes, and more scars than a tortured war hostage. The guy’s face splits into an eerie smile, his cracked and scarred lips twisting, forming into something almost inhuman. He has sharp canines.

Everything about the man unsettles Ghost, and he hates to say he knows exactly why.

“We meet again, Ghost!!” The guy says, then lets out a chilling cackle, the effort from it shaking his entire body.

Ghost squeezes his eyes shut. He thought he was finally rid of this parasite, but his cackle drives its way deep into his brain again. He hasn’t seen him since the incident. He never wanted to see him again.

Yet there he stood, in front of him. His parasite. The thing he got ripped from his skull.

Jimmy Casket.

---

“Good morning,” Toast greets. His voice is tense, and he looks like a complete mess.

Spooker, who had just woken up after staying the night at the HQ by accident, blinks in surprise at Toast’s appearance. Toast never looks like this.

“Hi…” Spooker says slowly, “did you sleep?”

“Er, no,” Toast admits, seeming to shake a bit as he goes to grab his mug off the table. “But it’s fine. Have you seen Ghost?”

“Not since yesterday morning. Why?” Spooker raises an eyebrow. “Is he not here?”

“No. He’s not. And he didn’t bring his phone with him. And this isn’t like him,” Toast says quickly, shaking a bit as he takes a sip of whatever’s in his mug.

“Well, I’m sure he’s alright!” Spooker says, putting a hand on Toast’s shoulder. Toast just sighs.

“I don’t know. What with all this … Paranormal stuff going on, I’m worried. This isn’t like him! He always comes back- It’s been 24 hours maybe I should report him as missing?”

“Cmon, Toast! He’s a 30-year-old man, he can spend 24 hours on his own, right?” Spooker says, smiling at him. Toast thinks about that.

“I… I suppose you’re right,” Toast sighs, looking down.

“Yeah!” Spooker nods. “Anyway, Colon and I are gonna go somewhere today. You’ll be okay alone, right?”

Toast looks at him, in such a state that he is most definitely not good to be alone. He nods. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. You two have fun.”

“We will!!” Spooker says as the two head out the door.

Toast watches them go quietly. As soon as the door closes, he feels the weight of being alone settle on him. He can’t stand being alone. It reminds him too much of that dark time of his life.

He can barely remember any of it, really. Just the feelings he had. He remembered the apartment he and … she used to share, once a bright place full of laughter and love, turned to a dark blur in Toast’s memory. He still hasn’t quite forgiven himself for it, but he’s moved past it with Ghost’s help.

Ghost.

His childhood best friend. The memory of Ghost is the only thing that pulled him out of that place. Lead him all the way back to America. All the way to Ghost’s front door. He barely even remembers the first few weeks with Ghost. Ghost doesn’t bring them up either. All Toast can remember is a few blurs of the bottom of the bottle, an overall feeling of shit, and Ghost’s face when he found Toast unconscious on the floor of the kitchen. He had slapped Toast awake, and the face Toast saw when coming to consciousness was one of fear. Sure, he’d seen Ghost afraid before, but nothing like that. It was pure panic, fear from worry. It hurts Toast’s heart to think about.

He remembers Ghost yelling, but none of what he said. He was too captivated by him. Ghost was his own guardian angel back then, always there for Toast whenever he needed him. Toast was there for Ghost too. They sort of relied on each other, both coming out of dark times in their lives.

But now, remembering Ghost’s face the last time he saw him, the anger there. Toast sighs, looking down at his mug of coffee. He hates coffee, he could never understand how Ghost drinks it. He thinks he can understand now.

Part of him thinks he is overreacting. Ghost is a grown man. He can do what he wants, he doesn’t have to stay with Toast. It��s just odd. They’ve always been there for each other, always right nearby. It’s not like Ghost to be gone for so long.

Toast thinks about Ghost’s incident next. It’s barely been a month since it happened, and it’s been a relatively smooth road. Sure there are moments like these where Ghost would get irritable for no reason, but Toast just brushed it off as him adjusting. Maybe he shouldn’t have.

He can still remember the day he found Ghost. He’d been missing for a whole day before Toast finally tracked him down. He had found him in an old warehouse where Gavin resided, a place off the grid and abandoned, but big enough for all of Gavin’s needs. Gavin had stopped him near the entrance, trying to hold him back, saying how Ghost needed time to adjust. Toast had no idea what had happened, or how Gavin was involved. He just knew he needed to get Ghost out of there.

Toast had pushed past Gavin, into a room where there were two cots laid out, a body on each. Both looked similar to the other, with similar body types and faces. However, Ghost had redder hair. That’s how Toast recognized him.

Not to mention, the other guy had way too many scars to be Ghost.

Ghost later explained to Toast what had happened. How Gavin had contacted him, told him he had a way to solve his problem. Toast knew his brother could use magic, but he still does not know to what extent. Apparently, it was enough to extract Jimmy from Ghost’s head though.

Toast shudders at the memory. Knowing that the body on the other cot was Jimmy. He’s done his best to memorize that face, in case he ever sees him again. But he hasn’t seen him since. What’s shocking though is the fact that despite keeping an eye on murders in the area, Toast’s seen no change. Knowing Gavin, he’s probably got Jimmy locked up somewhere so he can’t draw attention to himself.

Toast goes to take a sip of his coffee, gagging a bit when he realizes it’s cold. How long has he been sitting there?

He sighs, standing up to go pour the coffee out. He’s probably had too much anyway.

~~~

haha evil men

[dinolikes]

IMPOSTER - PART ONE

summery ❤︎ nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ imposter!dabi x reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

you snuggled deeper into the warm arms around you as the automatic dim lights in your room turned on, meaning to simulate sunlight.

"morning babe," a groggy voice from behind you said, making you turn around almost as if on instinct to smile at the man.

"morning dabi~" you lightly teased, calling him by his codename, resulting in a chuckled that shook his chest, which you were currently resting on.

as he looked up from you he squinted his eyes, "i dont wanna get up, I just wanna stay with you"

you blush but laugh it off, "cmon loverboy, we have our daily tasks to do," you try to raise yourself onto your elbows only to be pushed back down against his chest. you laugh, "touya!"

he smirks at you, "oh so NOW it touya? i thought i was just dabi," he grabs you by the waist a flips you, tickling your sides.

"t-t-touya!" tears had begun to escape your eyes, "ple-please touya! let me go!" you gasped in between laughs, even touya throwing in a few chuckle before stopping, finally letting you breathe.

"you better not scream that too loud or else we'll have to get scolded by that kid again," he sniggered, leaving you lightly chucking too.

you TECHNICALLY werent supposed to know anyone's names, everyone going by code names to protect your identity from imposters, who were basically moles sent by an organization know as the league, lame name you know, but they were pissed with headquarters, they thought they treated us like guinea pigs by sending us out into space all the time.

you and touya of course hadn't listened to any of the rules about relationships or closeness.

but there was others on this ship, 8 others to be exact, half of them were pretty young, just interns straight out of school.

one was the little brother of the intergalactic space traveler ingenium, who was very VERY serious about rule breaking.

one time you had accidently started to call touya well, touya but you had stopped yourself. no one else cared, they already knew of their crewmates relationship, they were just glad you didnt actually slip up. ingeniumu on the other hand was very upset that you had exchange names.

you had to convince dabi to not tell him that it was because it was weird moaning out a codename during sex.

then there was touya's little brother, shoto, who didnt care that by knowing his brothers full name you knew half of his by default, considering he chose his 'codename' to be his literal first name. you didnt quite know how he got away with that but you assumed that due to touya and shoto's dad being a higher up, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

then of course there was skittish but snappy deku and loud and cocky 'king explosion murder', who literally everyone refuses to call him and just decides on 'kaachan' which is what deku calls him.

overall the newbies werent too bad, you were mostly annoyed by the pro, tomura.

it was actually what caused you and dabi to get so close, the mutual annoyance of that stupid bastard.

once you and dabi got dressed in your crewmate uniform (which was just a jumpsuit that everyone had their own color, dabi being purple and you being pink) you walked into the cafeteria and sat at the table, dabi quickly wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"hello lovebirds," tomura knowingly cackled, giving you guys, more specifically dabi, a certain look.

dabi rolled his eyes "shove off virgin,"

you hid your laugh behind a cough, and smiled at tomura, "hi to you too,"

you might not LIKE tomura, but he was higher up in levels than you, meaning you have to respect him, something that dabi, who was on his same level, didnt have to.

"kaachan what's a virgin?" deku looks up at his friend, considering he seemed to be the king of insults, he probably knew what all of them were.

"woah kid, maybe talk to your friend about that in private," hawks, another higher up, walked up into the conversation a little too late but smirked.

"shut it bird brain!" kaachan yelled, yes technically hawks was his higher up, yes technically that meant kaachan needed to respect him. you and dabi werent the only ones who broke the technicalities.

hawks just smirked and plopped down next to you, meaning you were squished between your boyfriend and the dude your boyfriend hates.

your boyfriend didnt like a lot of people on the ship.

dabi hates kaachan (too loud), hawks (too cocky), tomura (too gross), deku (too peppy), ingeniumu (too stuck up) and he only semi stands thirteen, dabi could really only like his brother when he first came on, which made it even more surprising that he took a liking to you, enough of a liking to open up and date you.

"morning wonder," wonder was your codename, everyone called you that, even dabi when you werent behind closed doors.

you smiled, "morning hawks!" dabi clenched his jaw and looked away, something that didnt go unnoticed by you.

you leant into his ear, "i cant say goodmorning to you if you kept me up all night," you pulled back to see a smirk playing on his lips.

it was true, you probably only got an hour sleep that night.

he leant in to kiss you, both your helmets not on yet so you could eat, and anticipation filled you.

and of course tomura had to ruin it with his shit eating smile, "stop flirting you two,"

dabi paused and growled a bit, "the fuck did I say before virgin?" it came out less like a question and more like a threat to shut up, probably because it was.

"c'mon, you only have a little while before your baby brother comes, you dont wanna scar him do you~"

"its fine if they kiss, that's what people in relationships do." shoto's stoic voice said as he sat down in between dabi and deku, his usual seat. "plus it's not like I havent seen them in worse positions," you blushed and hid your head in your hands,

"shoto!"

he just shrugged.

everyone was there except thirteen, the seatings the same as always, with you and dabi practically on top of eachother, shoto next to dabi, then deku, kaachan, ingeniumu, tomura, twice, and then hawks, who next to you, completed the circle.

nobody had their helmets on, all waiting for thirteen to walk in with breakfast.

even though you werent supposed to gain connections to anyone on the ship, you all seemed to fall in rhythm with eachother and if even one person was off, you all were.

"thirteen's taking extra long..." deku muttered the rest agreeing,

"i dunno, is it someone's birthday? maybe he wanted to make someone a birthday breakfast," hawks shrugged.

"WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE OUT PERSONAL INFORMATION LIKE BIRTHDAYS!"

"shut up, bird brain was just asking,"

"JUST BECAUSE I NAMED MYSELF AFTER A VERY FEIRCE BIRD DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO CALL ME BIRDBRAIN!"

"it kinda does."

"it's better than dabi! what even is a dabi?"

"you dont have to name yourself after something that already exists hawks," twice spoke up.

"and even so, you didnt have to pick something stupid like hawks, wonder over here did a fantastic job at that," dabi smirked at you as you rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips.

"you only say that because your dating her dumbass!"

twice rolled his eyes, "im gonna go check on thirteen, see what the hold up is,"

"oh please you cant talk 'king explosion murder', it sounds like a fucking kid named you, which I guess if you picked your name.." kaachan grew red at what touya was implying and stood up

"IM NOT A KID ILL BEAT YOUR ASS!"

touya too stood up, making your arm that was resting on his shoulder fall off, "oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!"

"kaachan! dont start stuff you cant finish!"

kaachan turned to deku and started yelling at him, where you just laughed and pulled dabi down, once again wrapping your arms around him.

"yeah dabi, dont start stuff you can't finish," you teased.

"oh you KNOW i could finish that," dabi wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him til you were almost on top of him.

"whatever you say loverboy," dabi smirks at you, before turning his attention towards his brother.

"have you heard from dad yet?" shoto's aura around him darkened, and yours had just saddened.

"no."

touya had explained how the great endeavor had treated his children after you had gone on a tangent about how cool it was that touya had THE endeavor as a parent. you didnt think it was so cool after.

while shoto was still angry, and going through the rebellious stage determined to prove his dad wrong and win, touya always seemed like he didnt care, like he already won against endeavor some how.

a frantic twice ran into the room, looking disheveled and frightened, making everyone alert instantly.

"twice what's wr-"

"its th-thirteen! hes- hes DEAD!"

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