#does she have hobbies? what does she do outside of work besides drink and watch her programmes? does she have any friends?

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

just finished season 3 and i have. thoughts.

[messers-moony]

The Only One for Me | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Sirius runs a cafe called Mischief Managed with his friends and sometimes his wife helps him out.

Word Count: 2K

Prompt: Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Maybe it was the wrong place and the wrong time. Y/n had just walked into a coffee shop where her husband was working with his friends. Sirius decided it would be a good idea. He made coffee, James made typical kitchen food, and Remus prepared bakery sweets.

“You are an asshole, Sirius Black!”

A woman had thrown a cup of coffee at the male at the counter. It was scalding hot coffee, and it was now dripping from Sirius’ raven hair. James was too busy in the back to be shocked, but Remus’ jaw had dropped to the floor. Sirius sighed and watched as the woman left the cafe, bumping into Y/n as she exited.

Sirius smiled, looking mildly annoyed, both hands plastered on the edge of the counter, “Hello, darlin’.”

“Hi, Siri.” Y/n replied as she walked into the busy cafe where people were staring in shock.

With a stretch of his hand, he slicked his hair back with the sticky, hot liquid, “What would you like?”

“For you to take a shower?” Y/n retorted, and Remus chuckled, “No can do, sweetheart. A man's gotta work to keep you living under a roof.” Sirius tapped her nose.

“We both know my job could take care of us.”

“And we both know I don’t like doing nothing.”

Y/n sighed, “Go home. Take a shower. I’ll take over.”

Remus allowed her behind the counter, and Sirius placed a sticky kiss on her cheek, “You don’t have any meetings?”

“No.” Y/n replied, placing her hair out of her face, “Now go. You’re sticky.”

Sirius took off his apron and left it behind the counter. He blew her one last kiss in thanks and left. Y/n sighed and began washing cups. Remus smirked. Y/n always talked about hating the cafe most days. When in reality, she paid for it. Y/n’s job paid for its bills and the supplies. The restaurant did alright by itself but never enough to keep it standing.

“Having you around doesn’t hurt, you know?”

Y/n smiled, “Thanks, Rem.”

James came bounding out of the kitchen minutes later, “Where’d Pads go?”

“Home.” Y/n replied as she washed a mug, “Some woman threw her coffee on him. I told him I’d take his shift.”

“Well, aren’t you just an amazing wife?”

Y/n scoffed, “Tell me about it.”

“You’re also an amazing friend.” James said honestly, “There wouldn’t be Mischief Managed without you.”

“Thank you, James.” She kissed his cheek politely.

A man came into the cafe. His hair was golden blond. His eyes were electric blue, and he was lanky like Remus. He was wearing a professional suit and tie. His strides were long and confident. When he made it to the counter, he gave Y/n a breathtaking smile.

“Mornin’, sir. Welcome to Mischief Managed. What can I whip up for you today?”

The man smirked, “What’s your favorite, pretty girl?”

Remus and James stared wide-eyed, “Well, my husband makes a mean brown sugar cappuccino.”

The words didn’t seem to deter him, “Then I’ll take a brown sugar cappuccino for Nik.”

“Perfect.” Y/n remarked.

James and Remus pretended not to see the interaction as they both went back to work. Y/n moved over to the espresso machine with a huff. This was normal. It didn’t take long to finish the drink. Carefully she placed a lid on the cup and put it on the counter.

“Nik!”

He approached the counter, placing ten pounds on it and smiling, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

After watching him leave the cafe, Y/n turned back to the other men working beside her, “That’s why I don’t work here full time.”

“As if that doesn’t happen at your job.” Remus snorted.

“It does, but it’s not as gross.” Y/n replied, cleaning the machines, “They compliment my work and my attitude, not watch me like I’m some form of prey.”

Sirius came in not too long after. His hair was still dripping with water, and his face flushed from the cold weather outside. Y/n could hear him parking the motorbike. He rode out on the side of the building. He was breathtakingly beautiful no matter the circumstance.

Sirius was tall, dark, and handsome - literally. Maybe he wasn’t as tall as James and Remus, but he was still tall. Sirius was around 5’11”, while his other friends were over six feet. It was always a good source for teasing. His hair was shoulder-length, thick, silky, dark brown hair that almost resembled black. His eyes were light, contrasting his dark hair. The beautiful blue-grey eyes that could look like a pale sky or a cloudy day.

He stepped behind the counter and grabbed another apron. He left a chaste kiss on Y/n’s cheek before moving behind her to clean some of the creamer that had spilled - probably James and his clumsy ass. The rest of the day was uneventful. At midnight the boys and Y/n cleaned up shop. It was tedious and annoying, but the cafe became a mess after hours of working. They all went home at the end of the night at half-past twelve.

The following day, Sirius woke up at six am - bright and early - as James would say or as Remus would say - the ass crack of dawn. It really depended on who you asked. James had always been a morning person, Remus, and Sirius, not so much. Y/n was still sleeping. She didn’t have to get out of bed till eight, and Sirius hated leaving her in the mornings.

Sirius turned on his side to face his sleeping wife. Her hair was messy on her white pillow, and her chest moved calmly. Her lips parted just the slightest bit, allowing air in and out. On occasion, Sirius would catch her drooling and tease her relentlessly for it but always found it weirdly endearing. Nonetheless, waking up to his sleeping wife always brought a smile to his face, and leaving her in the mornings was always the worst way to wake up.

Gently, he kissed her forehead before peeling back the comforter to get ready for work. It was nothing special, brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and getting dressed as quietly as possible. Before leaving, he went into the kitchen to make Y/n a coffee for when she woke up. Sirius left it on her desk with a pink sticky note. Smiling at his work, he finally left to go to the cafe.

Business went as usual. Sirius got to chat up some regulars and meet new people of all different kinds. That had to be his favorite part - meeting people with all sorts of backgrounds. He found it fascinating. During the day, he stole a pastry from Remus, which resulted in a glare, but he ate it anyway. Remus always had a sweet tooth and was excellent at portraying that into his sweets.

At precisely quarter after ten, a man showed up. The man was tall, taller than Sirius, maybe around 6’2”, but he wasn’t muscular. He was more on the lean side. His eyes were a striking blue, more vibrant than eyes probably should be. His posture was confident as he strode to the counter with an impossible expensive suit. The man looked behind the counter for something in particular, and Sirius quirked an eyebrow.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

The guy finally met his eyes with a smirk, “Well, between you and I, there was this really cute girl working here yesterday.”

“Well, between you and I, she’s got a husband.” Sirius quipped, “Which I’m sure she already told you.”

“She did.” The man replied, “But how does that change anything?”

Sirius almost snapped the pen in his left hand, “How does that- Are you stupid?”

“No.” The man shrugged and gave a subtle grin, “Just determined.”

“Ah, yes,” Sirius retorted sarcastically, “Well, your determination might end up giving you a black eye, so I suggest if you aren’t going to buy something, then to leave because I won’t let you talk bad about my wife.”

The man didn’t have any sharp quips after that. He ordered, Sirius delivered - totally didn’t put anything in his drink - and the man left without another word. Sirius got home at six in the evening to hear his wife in the office with her headphones on, obviously in a meeting. He sighed. She always worked later than she was supposed to. Her workday was supposed to end at four. But it was her job that paid the bills.

Sirius flopped down on the couch after turning on some rerun movie they were playing. Reaching with his arm, he grabbed a soft blanket Y/n kept on the sofa. He placed it under his eyes so his nose was underneath the soft material, allowing the laundry soap and fabric softener to fill his senses. Within minutes Sirius was sleeping on the couch.

It wasn’t until eight o’clock when Y/n finally shut down her computer to see her husband on the couch with all the lights off and a movie playing on the tv. She smiled and knelt in front of him, placing a kiss on his forehead - not unlike what he did every morning to her - his eyes fluttered open.

Cloudy, sparkling silver eyes met glorious, warm e/c ones. Her appearance was slightly messy. Her hair was askew, probably from running her hands through it constantly. He took in what she was wearing, one of his hoodies and a pair of leggings with fluffy socks. The blue light glasses she usually wore were on her desk, Sirius assumed.

He cupped her cheek and pulled her forward, placing his lips on hers. It was gentle and sweet. There was no rush and no lust, just pure love. Sirius was better at getting his words out through actions instead of words. His parents never let him express himself, so he learned other ways to communicate. He continued to kiss her, slow and soft. When they pulled apart, Y/n cupped his cheek and gently allowed her thumb to caress his cheekbone.

“What’s wrong?”

Damn her and her intuitive nature, “Nothin’.”

Y/n gave him a look, “Liar. What’s wrong, love?”

“‘S stupid, Nothin’ to worry about.” Sirius hated how the term of endearment made his heart palpitated and his stomach flutter with butterflies.

She gave him a soft smile as his cheeks flushed with pastel pink, “C’mon, let’s lay in bed.”

That was something Sirius could do. He rose from the couch and allowed the blanket sprawl on the black leather material. He followed Y/n into the bedroom, where she laid down on her back. Sirius laid beside her and placed his head on her chest while her fingers carded through his smooth hair. Sirius allowed himself to indulge in the feeling of her nails on his scalp and nuzzled into her hand.

“What’s on your mind, Siri?” Why did her voice have to be so soft and her tongue made of silver? It made Sirius cave, “There was this guy that came into the cafe today, lookin’ for you specifically.”

She hummed, “He had blond hair and blue eyes, you know him?”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, “Think I served him yesterday. His name was Nik. He was hitting on me. I thought Remus was gonna shit himself.”

Sirius chuckled, “I told him I had a husband, though.”

“I don’t think that deterred him,” Sirius said quietly, looking up at her.

Y/n kissed his forehead, “You’re the only one for me. I married you for a reason, Black.”

“Yeah, for my money.” Sirius joked, and Y/n snorted, “Mhm, definitely, totally not for your passionate, loving nature and your dream of having a cafe.”

“Thought you hated the cafe.” Sirius murmured.

“I don’t hate the cafe.” Y/n informed, “I just don’t like working there, but I do it for you.”

She placed another kiss at his temple, and Sirius snuggled closer. Her fingers never stopped tangling in his mess of silky hair. He released a puff of air as if releasing all the insecurities he had been holding inside him throughout the day. Y/n had lifted the weight from his shoulders, and he felt at ease.

“I love you.” His voice was so vulnerable.

“Love you more, Siri.”

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* “Everyone in school thought you were dead.”

* Jessica says bluntly as you walk down the pink streamer filled hallway

* you offer her a fake yawn and a smile.

* “My dad came by for a surprise visit.” She looks confused before her expression smooths

* “Oh your real dad, not Carlisle”

* Carlisle contacted his counterpart, Eleazer to tell him you were running away with a man 300 years your senior

* So of course Eleazer came running -after he probably had a spat with Carmen about who would handle this situation better- to Forks on the first flight he found

* Only to burst through the door to see you and Emmett playing kingdom hearts in the living room

* “Oh, I see the rumors have been vastly exaggerated.”

* Cue -figuratively- sweating Carlisle who takes a sip from his mug

* Since he was already here you figured you would take a few days off from school and show him around

* “Is there anything in particular you might want to see?”

* Edward and Carlisle are looking pretty smug thinking that they’ve already shown you everything of note in the area.

* “I’ve always wanted to see the space needle in Seattle.”

* They both falter when they hear that. All the things they’ve shown you are things humans wouldn’t be able to see, hidden meadows, waterfalls, underwater caverns

* They never thought to show you human landmarks. Eleazer nods a growing smile on his face

* “Seattle has a lot of museums that I’ve wanted to visit as well”

* Carlisle let’s out a sigh of relief, none of his kids would be caught dead at a museum outside of a field trip

* To their dismay and Eleazer’s delight your eyes sparkle

* “Can we go to the pop culture museum and the arboretum too?”

* You don’t even pack, Eleazer tells you you can just buy whatever you need when you get there. You do take a duffel bag full of blood bags though

* And then you’re gone, you leave care instructions for your animals with Edward and you and Eleazer drive off towards Seattle in the rented Mercedes he got at the airport

* “Is it just me... or do they look happier with Eleazer than they are with us.” Edward’s only talking to himself, but Carlisle hears and the oncoming doting parent verbal and mental sputter makes him regret saying anything at all

* “it’s okay Carlisle, I’m sure they’re happy here with us too.”

* You guys stay at a pretty upscale hotel downtown, in the penthouse

* “Are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?” The receptionist asks, and Eleazar straight up starts laughing

* “This is my dad.” You say with a straight face and you can tell the receptionist wants to die

* “I-I’m so sorry, we usually get couples this time of year.” Right, it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Makes sense.

* Still there’s something super gross about people thinking you’re romantically linked to Eleazer

* The penthouse is very nice. There’s an infinity pool on your balcony, and three different bedrooms.

* The trip is really fun, you have a -pretend- meal at the revolving restraint at the needle, and spend the rest of the week museum hopping

* “She feels so familiar....” you mumble to yourself as you gaze at a portrait of a woman with long dark hair

* “That’s Carmen” Eleazer tells you

* “What?!?”

* “She was popular with artists even before she turned, it’s always been a hobby of hers to model” You’re just glad it’s not a nude portrait

* You take super cheesy pictures at the natural history museum, and even better pics at the pop culture museum

* On one of your last nights in the city Eleazer took you to a laundromat

* “I know we’ve been running out of clothes, but I’m sure the hotel has a laundry service”

* Eleazer just grins, talking to the attendant, who takes him to a hidden door.

* Well this isn’t sketchy at all

* Eleazer takes your hand in his as he leads you down a long narrow hallway. When you teach the end there’s a pretty nice bar and what appears to be a jazz club

* “It’s a speakeasy, I thought it might be a little fun for our last day”

* Being beautiful has its perks because the waiter doesn’t even card you, just brings you your dink

* “So...Garrett huh?” You groan, and Eleazer smiles

* You knew this was coming

* “Don’t worry, I’m not like Carlisle, if you like someone I like them too.”

* Well at least he isn’t acting like a total freak about the whole thing

* “I am surprised someone like Garrett is more your flavor though” you raise an eyebrow.

* “In comparison to who?” Eleazer gives you a funny look

* “Edward of course”

* You almost spit out your drink

* “Oh, is this one of those situations where the three of you are a couple together?”

* You start coughing and the waiter brings you a glass of water

* “We’re not together!”

* “Well of course you and Garrett aren’t together yet-“

* “Edward and I aren’t dating.”

* Eleazer just looks at you like you told him you’re pregnant

* “That can’t be right” he mumbles and you sigh

* “Why would you think we were dating?” The jazz singer belts out a high note and Eleazer patiently waits for her to be done so he can talk again

* “Well you went with them to Forks, and when you came to visit last year with him we all just figured it had happened naturally”

* Besides, Eleazer see’s the way he looks at you.

* Like you’re the epitome of your gender, like there’s never been anyone like you and there never will be again

* “We all? The entire coven thinks that?” Your fingers thread through your hair.

* What does Tanya think about that? She must be feeling pretty smug what with that talk she gave you all those years ago about how you would eventually date Edward

* Edward probably knows and just doesn’t even care, the criminal probably thinks it’s funny

* Eleazar watches you have a breakdown, taking a small sip of his brandy. It looks like you haven’t realized the way you look at Edward yet

* You look at him like you don’t have a single doubt. You trust him unconditionally, you know exactly who he is and where he will be.

* You look at him like he’s home

* “This is so embarrassing” you mumble and Eleazer smiles

* He guesses it’s not time yet for you to realize your feelings. Maybe it’s for the best, he’s not as bad as Carlisle, but the thought of giving you away at your wedding makes his heart ache.

* “The best cure for embarrassment is alcohol, drink up.” He grins when you clink your glass against his before gulping down the contents of your drink.

* Who knows, maybe in a few years someone completely different will show up and sweep you off your feet.

* You do talk about something really important with Eleazer though

* “Eleazer when do you think Aro will send for me?”

* Eleazer stops mid motion, his glass halted halfway between the table and his mouth

* “If I’m being honest, I don’t think he will for many years” Eleazer has an awkward expression on his face. “I think he’s afraid of you”

* You sputter

* The great and powerful Aro?! Alive for 1000’s of years. AFRAID OF YOU?!?

* “Oh don’t look at me like that, try and think about it from his perspective.”

* Your power is on par with Janes, but unlike her over the decade you’ve been a vampire your power has only gotten stronger. Your body’s natural despair and your desire to be human feed off of each other, compounding on each other to make your power that much more potent

* The only difference is that now you’ve learned to hide it, keeping your emotions in check so others aren’t hurt

* There isn’t a person alive that stands a chance against you at your full potential. You’re the strongest known vampire

* “Chelsea can’t bind you to coven with her loyalty like she does the others,” Eleazer takes a sip of his drink. “his only choice is to let you come back on your own volition, otherwise he risks a war.”

* A war he wouldn’t win, on your own it was dicey, all of them against just you could go either way

* But you weren’t alone anymore, now you have Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer

* And Edward. You know without a second thought Edward would follow you into hell if you asked.

* “Saving any discovery of remarkable talent”

* A discovery like Bella

* You’re not 100% certain, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t work on Bella, the same way Edward, Jane and Alec’s powers won’t work on her

* And if she can really spread her shield to others-

* You’re f*cked

* “but the chances of that are slim to none.” Eleazer reassures you

* You give him a reassuring smile

* “Salud” you raise you glass and he smiles

* “Salud” he grins as your glass clinks

* You weren’t expecting the week to go by so fast, or to be having as much fun as you did.

* You were pretty sad when the end of the week rolled around and Eleazer dropped you off home

* “He’ll be back before you know it” Edward says, his arm over your shoulders, giving your arm a comforting squeeze

* “Yeah I know, it still feels bad though”

* Edward doesn’t say anything, he just holds you a little closer

* You’re thankful to the Cullen’s for taking you in and giving you an opportunity you might not have had otherwise

* But they’re not your coven, they’re not really your family

* And so now you’re here, walking in a bright pink and red construction paper covered hallway next to Jessica who’s talking about Valentine’s Day

* Ah right, today’s Valentine’s Day

* “Do you think maybe...Mike bought me a carnation?” She asks twirling a strand of hair around her finger

* “I’m sure he did”

* You’re actually sure he bought one for Bella, but you’re hoping the courtesy extends to the whole friend group

* You bought all your friends valentines, and that includes the Cullen’s and everyone on the cheer team

* The money wasn’t the worst part, they were only a dollar each, the worst part was having to write notes for all of them, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the girl at the table wasn’t giving you a dirty look as you pretended to struggle through writing 30 cards

* “How much do you want to bet Bella gets the most flowers out of all of us?”

* You would bet the entire contents of your bank account, but you’re pretty sure Jess can’t match your bet

* “Well, she’s something new to look at, and boys are dumb”

* Jessica blows a strand of hair out of her face. You know she’s probably a bit bitter since she’s started to notice Mike is interested in Bella and not her

* But you kind of get it

* Bella’s cute, but she’s no Cindy Crawford. And to add...she’s really shy, not exactly someone with a charismatic personality.

* The attention she’s garnered will fade in due time, Edward had told you as much

* “It’s the same thing as when we moved to town, most of these kids have gone to school together since childhood, so when someone new gets here it’s all they can think about. They don’t really like her, they just like the idea of her. The illusion of a choice”

* It made you a little sad to be honest, even worse was that Bella didn’t seem to enjoy the attention. She seemed uncomfortable every time a boy flirted with her

* “I almost feel bad for her, I get the feeling she’s not really into any of these guys that are chasing her” Jessica says, so you’re not the only one that’s noticed

* You’re a little surprised that when the student comes by with carnations you get two entire bouquets worth

* And then they come back the next period and give you another bouquet

* “Oooo someone’s popular!” Angela teases and you shrug. Most of these are from Alice and Rosalie, they each bought you three each

* You got a whopping 12 from Conner which feels a bit surprising

* You knew he was going after it, but you didn’t think he would bother to actually put any effort into his attraction outside of flirting with you

* You’ve got one from everyone in your friend group, a handful from others on the cheer team, Emmett and Jasper both bought you one

* The only person who didn’t get you one was Edward

* You wonder if he got Bella one? The thought seems unlikely since they were basically at each others throat the last time they were together

* So imagine your surprise when you walk into the hall to see Bella and Edward talking

* You’re gone for a week and it’s like they’re suddenly insta-friends

* In fact, Bella’s actually blushing, a carnation twirling between her fingers

* A light red carnation

* So he did buy carnations after all, just not for you

* And Edward...his eyes are sparkling as he looks down at her. A lopsided grin curling onto his face

* Oh, there’s that smile

* He says something to her and she pouts, slapping him lightly with the carnation

* They’re getting along just fine without your matchmaking efforts

* So you were the problem

* You should be happy, relieved even-

* But all you can feel is the sharp twist in the bottom of your stomach

* “Hey (Y/N/N), I see you got my flowers”

* You turn around to see Conner who’s looking at your half zipped bag, 3 bouquets of flowers popping out of the top

* “Oh, yeah thanks they’re beautiful.”

* “I’m glad you got them, I noticed you weren’t at school and for a second I was worried you wouldn’t be here today too.”

* He really is cute. He’s got chocolate brown hair and clear blue eyes, a splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He plays tennis or baseball or some other irrelevant sport.

* He’s popular with the girls too, he dated Lauren a few times, and Jessica admitted she had a crush on him freshman year.

* “Are you feeling better now?” He asks, he looks genuinely concerned and it takes you back a bit

* “Yeah, my dad came for a surprise visit so we went to Seattle”

* “Oh that’s cool, what did you guys do?”

* You’re a little surprised that Conner O’Malley, f*ckboy extraordinaire, is Trying to engage you in an honest conversation

* “We just did all the tourist stuff, space needle, museums, food, the usual.”

* Conner smiles at you, hands fidgeting together

* “That’s cool, did you um-did you read the note with the bouquet?

* You didn’t notice there was a note, you swing you backpack around, picking out his bright red bouquet with ease.

* You hadn’t paid attention to the note attached than reading the name on the front to see who they were from.

* “Will you be my valentine” you read the note out loud, feeling confused. What does that mean

* He fidgets in front of you, from here you can see his ears are bright red

* “So would you want to go out sometime?”

* He’s asking you out? On a proper date????

* “We could go watch a movie, or um I know you like to ride those bikes in Port A-“ you do like to ride those bikes in port a

* You watch the his human boy fumble over himself. There’s no future with this boy, one day he’ll grow old and want things you won’t be able to give him.

* “I have a ton of homework to catch up on-“

* “Oh, yeah no, I get that”

* But maybe... maybe it’s okay just to pretend and let yourself be entertained by the experience

* “Would you want to come with me to the library? I’m totally lost on Trig”

* You know it’s not the most romantic place, but that’s part of the reason you suggested it. You want to give him an out

* He looks a little surprised but recovers quickly.

* “I’ll meet you after school then, we can drive to the library together”

* You don’t bother telling Edward, you just look to the spot where he’s with Bella, he must have heard

* His eyes meet yours, his mouth pinches into a slight smile and he gives you a nod before turning back to Bella

* What so just because he’s got a new friend you’re invisible now?

* Stupid Edward. Not like you care, you just wanted him to know he’d have to ride home with the others

* Maybe his new best friend Bella can give him a ride home

* “So you’re going out with Conner tonight huh?” Mike asks when you take your seat in biology

* Edward doesn’t so much as spare you a glance

* “He’s just helping me catch up on school work.” You shrug, pulling out your biology homework

* “I bet he’ll help you catch up on-“

* “You’re going out with Conner?” Bella interrupts, you’re grateful for it but at the same time: those doe eyes and innocent face irritate you

* “He’s just helping me catch up on homework I missed”

* “Couldn’t Edward hell you do that?”

* You try to not look at Edward

* But what the f*ck?!?

* Last week the two of them couldn’t even sit in a car together for a short ten minute drive, and now all of a sudden she’s asking why you’re NOT spending time with Edward?

* It’s so... irritating

* You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to look at Edward

* “Control yourself”

* Oh great so the one time he decides to acknowledge your presence is to tell you to control your powers because he’s worried about his little human girlfriend getting the whiplash?!?

* Seriously, f*ck off Edward

* “Mr. Barnes I have to go to the nurse.”

* You don’t even wait to hear his answer, you just grab your bag and walk out

* You keep walking, practically fuming until you get to the parking lot

* Well you can’t leave, you already told Conner you’re going with him to the library after school

* Not to add it’s going to look real weird if you don’t go the nurses office eventually after storming off like that

* But you don’t want to go there yet

* Queue you discretely crouching under a window, lightly tapping the glass

* “Rosalie, Rosalie can you hear me?” You whisper

* Rosalie head turns to the window, her eyebrows threaded together, you poke your head just slightly above the ledge and give her a small smile and a wave

* Well at least it’s always interesting with you around

* “What are you doing?” Rosalie asks when she meets you under the school staircase

* You give her a nervous smile before collapsing onto the floor

* She gives you a knowing look before sitting beside you

* “So what did king Brood do now?”

* Queue the Edward rant

* “I leave for one week and all of a sudden he’s besties with some human, when just last week he told me not to get to close to her”

* “That’s Edward for you, king of the brood and hypocrisy.” Rosalie leans her head back against the wall

* “You know he didn’t even get me a carnation?”

* Rosalie rolls her eyes

* “That sounds like him, if it helps he didn’t buy me a carnation either, he just doesn’t think things like this are important”

* “He bought Bella one.”

* Rosalie sputters at that, so you retell her all about the flirting you had to watch

* “What color was the carnation?” Rosalie asks, and your eyebrows thread together

* Why is that important right now?

* “Um I don’t know, not quite pink, not quite red, something in between.”

* Rosalie’s expression smooths

* So that’s his game

* “Don’t worry about it too much as long as it’s not a deep red it doesn’t mean love”

* Now it’s your turn to sputter

* “W-what why would I be worried? Edward can do whatever he wants, even if it is with some human”

* Rosalie gives you a knowing look, and you avert your eyes

* If Rosalie were cruel she might ask why you’re sitting out here with her instead of in class, if you don’t care about what Edward does

* But Rosalie isn’t cruel, at least not to you

* She pats your shoulder, and you sigh

* “Come on let’s go to the nurse so you can pretend you have cramps or something” you nod

* “Besides don’t you have a date with the hottest human boy at our school?” You groan and a teasing smile curls onto her lips

* “Not you too.”

* The date is over hyped for sure, it’s mostly you and Conner sitting at the end of a small table asking each other questions about the trig homework

* “So...are you supposed to use the radical formula for this one?”

* “I think so..do you remember the formula?” Conner scratches his head

* “Um I remember there was a story about a mixed up guy going to a party that’s supposed to help”

* Basically it’s more like you’re helping Conner with home work than him helping you Totally underwhelming

* “Sorry, I bet there are better ways to spend your Valentine’s Day” Conner scoffs

* “Are you kidding? I’m spending it with the hottest person at Forks HS, as far as I’m concerned this is a win” he grins and you smile back

* Well, it wasn’t completely a waste

* You roll around back home around 11:30, everyone’s gone, on with their own Valentine’s Day plans.

* You’re not surprised to see Edward’s not in his room either He’s probably out watching Bella or doing god knows what

* You know this is the way it supposed to be, it’s the best thing for you too, you know even with Bella in the mix Edward would never betray you

* Once she’s on your side you don’t have to worry about the Volturi. But still, there a twist in your stomach You don’t like this new Edward, even if it is who he really is.

* You want your Edward back

* You sigh as you walk down the hall and into your room Stopping in the doorway when you flick on the lights

* There on your desk is a bouquet of roses

* You have half a mind to think they’re from Eleazer or Garrett or something

* So imagine when you pull off the card to see Edward’s name attached

* “Glad to have you home, happy Valentine’s Day” - Edward

* You toy with the card, a small smile curling onto your lips

* Maybe he’s still your Edward

* Your Edward just more anti-social

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[fallingforyou123]

Cupcakes and Therapy-Meeting

A/N: I'm so sorry this is late, I had it queued up for the wrong day, but it's finally here. This is just the first part, I plan on continuing this with little blurbs after. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.15k

Warnings: Some language, a panic attack and talks of panic attacks, falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

He woke up in a cold sweat, the last of his nightmare still fresh on his mind. For the third time that night he’d been jolted awake, the idea of sleep slowly slipping away. The sun was just starting to rise, a few rays slipping through the cracks in the blinds. He hadn’t slept through the night since his time in Wakanda. After Steve left him and the fighting stopped, there was nothing keeping his mind occupied anymore.

Slowly, he rose from his makeshift bed on the floor, every inch of his body aching from lack of sleep. He made his way over to the window, looking out at the street below. A new hobby he’d found was people watching, as creepy as it is for an ex-assassin to do, but it calmed him. It brought him back to reality when he felt like he was slipping into a dark place.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s stood there until Alpine starts rubbing up against his leg, meowing loudly. Alpine never fails to remind him just how utterly starving he is after sleeping for 22 hours a day. Bucky makes his way to the kitchen to fill his bowl, making note of all the things he’s running out of, a trip to the market after therapy becoming his plans for the day.

He throws a jacket on over his t-shirt and slips on a pair of gloves before leaving the apartment and making his way to the small coffee shop just around the corner. His routine had started consisting of coming here at ungodly hours of the morning for breakfast before making his way to his weekly therapy sessions.

He walked in and sat at his usual table, the barista on shift coming over with his usual coffee and muffin. Bucky hands her a crumpled 5 with a small smile, before grabbing a newspaper. He doesn’t really read it, he’s not one for politics before noon, but he does it to keep him occupied. It also helps to make it not look like he’s scoping the place out when he sits there for hours a day.

He sits there sipping his coffee and nibbling on his muffin, still too shaken from his nightmare to stomach much. He looks up from the newspaper every now and then to watch the people around him. Sunday mornings make the cafe crowded, couples and groups of friends line the one wall, families taking up space at the tables, and a few solos floating through.

There’s a feeling in his chest that hits him hard as he watches a mom trying to wrangle her daughter as the dad laughs. It hits again as he sees a woman curled into the side of the man beside her, giggling at something he’s whispering in her ear. His eyes shift from person to person, the ache growing strong as his breathing becomes difficult. He stands up abruptly, his knee hitting the table causing his coffee to spill, the few people around him shooting him strange looks. He rushes for the door, barely having time to apologize for bumping into someone.

The heat hits him hard when he steps outside, the feeling of being suffocated only worsening. He can’t think straight, the lack of air in his lungs making him dizzy. He turns into an alleyway, leans against the wall and tries to ground himself. A woman spots him as she walks by, coming over to check on him. She rests her hands on his arms, shaking him gently to get him to focus on her.

“Sir, sir you’ve got to breathe. In, out. Easy, easy. There you go.”

Her voice is smooth, almost melodic, and it does the trick to help calm him. Bucky attempts to follow her breathing, gasps of air slowly turning into steady breaths.

He manages to say a small “Thanks,” between breaths. The girl smiles and lingers a little longer to make sure he’s okay before heading on her way. Bucky’s stuck momentarily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Suddenly much more tired and willing to go back to bed, he wishes he could head back home and hide for the rest of the day, but he doesn’t want to deal with what’ll happen if he doesn’t show up to therapy.

***

He keeps zoning out as his therapist talks, his mind wandering to what had happened that morning. He was no stranger to panic attacks, but they usually came after a nightmare, not sitting in a coffee shop. And the woman, no ones ever been that quick to help him, not when he looks the way he does. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, her face stuck in his mind.

“James, at least pretend to pay attention.” His therapist's voice knocked him out of his thoughts.

“I’m listening.”

“No you’re not, you’ve got that look on your face that means you’re thinking about your nightmare while telling me you’re not having any.” Her voice is calm, but he knows she’s getting annoyed with him.

“I can assure you, I’m not thinking about a nightmare. I, uh, had a panic attack this morning.” He looks away from her, the confession more than he’s ever shared.

“James, that’s normal. PTSD has a lot of symptoms.”

“No, no this was different. This wasn’t because of a memory or a nightmare. I was sitting drinking coffee, just looking around, and it hit me. I had to leave, spent a while trying to calm myself in an alley. And this woman, she came over and tried to help me. I mean, it worked, but I just, I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, you’ve got to stop downplaying these things.” She’s really starting to get annoyed now, her voice now having a slight edge to it.

Bucky can’t quite figure out what pisses him off more, knowing she’s right, or how she doesn’t sugar coat things.

“Tell me exactly how it started, what were you doing?”

He groans, not feeling up for a heart to heart at the moment.

“Listen, I told you. I was drinking coffee and looking around. People watching, I guess. Keeps me occupied.”

“Ah,” she sighs. “I think what’s happening is your minds telling you that you’re lonely. Seeing all those people being happy together, it’s something you haven’t had in a while. You need people, James.”

He doesn’t want to hear it and she knows it. It’s all he’s been told for months now. But he’s fine, really. He has weekly lunches with Yori, and Alpine is plenty of company when he’s at home.

“Listen doc, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. After everything that’s happened to you, being alone is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape it.”

***

The market was crowded today. The mid-summer heat enticing people to spend their days in the sun. Bucky made his way through the rows of stands, stopping to grab various items he thought his fridge was lacking. This had become a weekend routine for him, spending Sunday afternoons trying to create some sort of normality in his life.

He gets distracted momentarily by the sound of a high pitched laugh, forgetting about the bag of fruit being handed to him. It’s then that he spots you, the same girl who helped him in the alley. You’ve traded your hoodie for a tank top and you’ve got a little yellow apron covering you now. There’s a basket of pastries in your hand and you’re laughing with a group of people.

That small ache in his chest makes an appearance again, thoughts racing through his mind. Bucky doesn’t believe in fate, he’s far too old and seen too many things to think it’s real. But in this moment as he watches you, the girl who took time to care for him in a dark alleyway, looking like the world belonged to her, he can’t help thinking that maybe it does exist.

He doesn't know what comes over him, but before he knows it, he’s shoving everything into his bags and heading towards the shop. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, blinded by the need to just be near her. Before he can reach you, you’ve already headed back into the building and stationed yourself behind the counter.

He walks in and is hit with the smell of fresh pastries and he’s brought back to spending weekend mornings baking with his mom and sister. You’re just finishing up with the group, turning your attention to Bucky, “Hi! Welcome to Honey, what can I get for ya?”

Bucky blinks a few times, suddenly losing every ounce of confidence he’d had. “Do you need a few more minutes? Or would you like a suggestion?”

He takes a second to compose himself before replying, “Yeah, um. A suggestion, please?”

He doesn’t understand where his shyness has come from, but you seem to find it endearing. You motion to the display case and start rambling on about each treat, “The orange zest cookies seem to be a fan favourite, personally I like the neapolitan ones the best. We’ve also got every flavour of scone you could imagine if you’re feeling more classy. And oh, this one's new, bourbon pecan nut bars, a little midday pick me up. We’ve also got some fresh sandwiches if you’re looking for lunch. Or if you’re still not sure I can do a sampler box?”

“Yea, I’ll just get one of those, and maybe a sandwich too?”

“Sure thing!”

Bucky watches you fill up a little basket for him, noticing how you add multiples of your favourites. When you head into the back for a moment, he starts figuring out how to bring up this morning without being creepy. He doesn’t want to sound like he stalked you, that would really mess up his shot with you. You finish it up with a fresh sandwich from the back and hand him a neatly wrapped basket. “Alright, is that everything?”

Bucky realizes that this is his last moment to say anything, “Yes, and no. I don’t know if you remember, but I’m the guy who you stopped to help in the alley this morning. I didn’t stalk you or anything, I swear, I was just shopping in the market when I saw you and I thought I’d come over and say thank you.” By this point he’s wishing the ground would open up and swallow him, his face turning extremely red.

“I thought it was you. Don’t worry, I’m not freaked out. It’s no big deal, I’m glad you’re okay. I know how scary panic attacks can be when you’re alone, I’ve had far too many.” You offer him some sympathy, knowing how awful these things can be.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Thank you again for the help. I’m Bucky by the way.” He reaches his hand out towards you, and when you take you swear you feel something, “Y/N, nice to meet you.” You reply with a smile.

The both of you stand there for a moment, lost in each other, only shaken out of it by the ringing of the door as someone enters. “I should go, I’m still on the clock.” You reluctantly let go of his hand.

“Can I get your number before I leave?” The question takes you by surprise, but you’re quick to put your number in his phone, and he makes a promise to call you later that night.

***

When you arrive home that evening you’ve completely forgotten about the promised phone call, too eager to make dinner and then climb into bed. You’re in the middle of cooking when your phone goes off with an unknown number on the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Bucky.”

That voice fills your ears and your heart stops for a moment. He sounds tired, the raspiness sending a warm shiver throughout your body.

“Hey, yea, how are you?”

The both of you fall into comfortable small talk. He asks you about work and you tell him about all of your favourite moments from the day. You ask him about the pastries you sent him home with and he confesses that his favorite were the oatmeal lemon cookies, they remind him of the ones his mom used to make.

You end up still on the phone with him by the time you’re curled up in bed, barely able to keep your eyes open. “You should go to bed doll, I can hear how tired you are.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Bucky laughs, a small little chuckle, and all you want is to be able to hear that sound forever. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow after I’ve closed up the bakery and I’ll teach you to make something?”

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow doll.”

“See you tomorrow Bucky.”

[dreamties]

Slashers x S/O W/ Red Angel Wings

A/n- Y’know, when I first got this request I thought it was awfully specific, but after watching Carrie it’s making a lot more sense lol 

Decided to add a few other characters just for the heck of it! :)

Let’s just ignore the fact that wings probably don’t work like this,, at all. 

Characters: Carrie White, Billy/Stu, Norman Bates, Michael Myers, and The Lost Boys.

T/W: None that I know of- just let me know if you’d like me to add any! :)

Carrie White

You know Carrie from around school. About her overtly Christian mother, and how shy and secluded she was. And how strange and weird other people saw her. You never bought into that schoolwide belief- you just thought no one took the time to get to know her. 

(part of you related to that- though most people would have thought you were cool to start out with...and then have less than kind reactions when they saw what you were hiding)

You’d interacted with Carrie only a handful of times throughout your high school career- mostly in group projects, or letting her know she had dropped something, or simply trying to spark conversation. She had always been very nervous around you though- almost more so than others. (You’d later come to find out it was because she liked you)

It’s the first time you see each other alone- outside of class. It’s after class and Carrie’s been held behind- by one of her teachers asking her about this and that. While you’re hanging out at the back of the school, there’s no sports that day, so you don’t have to worry about any onlookers. Except Carrie, who decides to head out the back way. Thinking there would be less people she’d run into- less of a hassle.

And she doesn’t know what to do. 

The way you're framed in the light, you look like you're glowing. You look unreal, and so holy and beautiful. You’re so beautiful. but then she spots your wings. They're fitted tightly on your back, flitting open, and spreading out so beautifully- you're standing centered as they flare out. And she's shocked and unsure.

 Oh, she'd be mighty frightened.

 She's shaking and crying, and she's got her mama's voice running through her head. This is what happens when you don't follow the rules exactly. When you come into this world so impure.

And oh, your wings! She let's out a gasp, eyes widening. They're colored crimson- the Devil's color. And she's sure you've come down from the Heavens or- or come from down below...come to mock her. To punish her

She knows you know what she's done. What unknowing sins she's committed. [ my poor girl hasn’t actually done anything though :( ]

 And you look at her, confused. Then your eyes soften, and your wings slowly close behind you. You gently smile, “I’m not here to harm you, Carrie.”  

She begins to calm at the soft sound of your voice, and your pleasant aura. She’s still shaky all over, and part her says to run and hide- but you have your arms out wide, offering her to join you. And she gulps down nervously- maybe this was her accepting her fate. She slowly walks over to you, allowing you to wrap her into a hug. It’s feels so good to have your arms wrapped around her- she feels overwhelmed by the amount of positive emotions sprouting from your actions. You let her stay there, crying in your arms. “It’s okay, Carrie.”

After she gets passed the initial meeting, and the two of you start dating- which takes a lot of time for her to get used to you. Not because she doesn’t think you seem like a good person, but she’s skeptical, given how people have treated her in the past- plus she’s still dealing with the after effects from all the religious abuse with her mother :( 

She starts associating you (and your wings) as almost...protection!

Her favorite thing is to have your wings wrapped around her as she sleeps. She feels safe in them.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Y’all meet at a Halloween party.

It’s Billy & Stu’s favorite holiday, and they always go all out for it! With the costumes, the decorations, etc- maybe even a bit of hidden bloody fun for just the two of them.

You’ve always kept your wings well hidden- folded against your back, underneath big coats. But tonight? Ohh, tonight! You’re able to have them out, allowing them a good stretch. When people ask, you can pass it off as just crazy good mechanisms.

And well, the boys see your “costume”, and they get wicked excited about it! They’ve never seen someone with a costume like this before- it’s so realistic! And the fact you chose blood red, over the standard angelic white? Very impressed by your talent and ideas.

They start asking all these questions about it, cause it’s like, legitimately one of the coolest costume they’ve ever seen. How can you not think giant wings- that move- aren’t cool?? 

But then like Stu excitedly asks if it would be okay to touch it- and you get oddly quiet after that one. “Well, they’re fragile, y’know?”

Stu pouts, “I can be careful.”

You give him a skeptical look, “I mean- just be careful, like you said.”

“Woah, they feel so real!” Oh, if he only knew. “Billy, ya gotta check this out!” He says, nearly shouting, as he nudges his shorter friend.

Billy rolls his eyes, but gives you a look to see if it’s alright. You simply nod, smiling at him- feeling more at ease. As Billy’s admiring them, and finally leans in to touch them- another guest at the party harshly bumps into you. The force of it accidentally knocking their drink out of their hands, drenching your shirt. 

“Aw shit,” you mumble to yourself. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to leave for the night.”

Stu frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving quite yet. He’d been enjoying your company quite a lot, and he’s certain that Billy did too (even if it didn’t seem like it). “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he all but blurts out.

You can’t help but laugh at his offer, “Are you sure?” Stu eagerly nods.

 You’re in Stu’s bedroom changing, and you’re about to slip on his sweater, when the door is knocked open (not on purpose, of course). “Dude!”

They quickly apologize, but then take notice of your wings- exposed as what they truly were. They stare in awe and bewilderment. You’re still freaked out, and yet still try joking your way out of the situation. “Just, really good prosthetics?” 

It takes a bit of explanation on your part, but the boys accept you for what you are pretty quickly. As strange as this all might be. Stu will have a lot of questions for you, and Billy’s somewhat unsure of it for a while. 

Established Relationship Fun:

Okay, okay!! Soft idea!! When cuddling, sometimes you’ll wrap your giant wings around the three of you. so warm and cuddly.

when watching horror movies together, Billy’s always intensely focused on the screen(almost scarily so- but then again this is one of the faces behind Ghostface we’re talking about so...not too surprising), to the blood and carnage. But he always finds his hand idly playing with your feathers, even if you have them closed behind you. He’d never admit it, but he finds them comforting and extremely calming. He can just forget about all his little problems, and just stroke your feathers (plus, you enjoy it when he does that!! And he likes that it makes you feel good!!)

Norman Bates 

You’d be really nervous at first to tell him, because early on in your friendship/relationship, he introduced you to his hobby- taxidermy. And it kind of scared you seeing your feathered friends in such a state. But...Norman would never harm you. 

(Now...his mother on the other hand? Would be more than willing to discard this freak of nature)

(Norman won’t let that happen to you though- he promises) 

Norman is such an absolute darling. He couldn’t judge a single soul for who or what they are- and yes, that does go for your winged-body, too.

He’d be extremely surprised and intrigued though- he’d be all blushy and happy though that you felt safe enough to tell him!

He finds your wings just absolutely gorgeous though.

He’ll often get sorta shy about handling your wings at all. But he’s very careful with them.

And if you get hurt, he’ll be more than glad to help you patch up (while also being upset you got hurt :( ) - since you can’t really,, go to hospitals at all. Who knows what the general public would do if they found out something like you existed.

On that note- Norman will always be there to help cheer you up when you feel bad about having them. Like, it’s gotta be strange being the only being with wings surrounded by humans- and only humans. Norman’s very good at cheering you up though! He’s very soft and sweet about it. One of the few times he’ll touch your wings. He treats them delicately, as if they’ll break upon his touch if he’s not careful enough. Presses gentle kisses to them, and reminding you how much he loves you.

Michael Myers

You meet Michael during one of his hunts.

You never bring out your wings, unless you absolutely have to.

He’s surprised and a bit confused when he sees you, standing in the streets, giant red wings splayed out. The street lights reflecting your wings into pools of red on the ground. He watches intently, as you push yourself into the air with a loud whoosh. He nearly startles.

But besides this initial reaction, he’s fairly indifferent.

Michael knows no human should have wings like that, or even wings at all. And part of him is curious to know more, so the next time he sees you, he doesn’t try to attack you.

The Fun Stuff??

Michael would definitely be a little rougher with your wings than some of the other slashers. 

Mostly because a part of him recognizes you’re not entirely human, so he equates that to you’ll be able to handle more.

He’s still pretty careful though- because he would never want to hurt his S/O.

Michael enjoys killing alone, and he sure doesn’t need protection- but sometimes, when you convince Michael to bring you along, he finds he doesn’t actually mind your presence there. He kind of enjoys it. And, again, he doesn’t need your protection- but you can’t help to be worried about him, okay? You’ll use your wings as a shield when his victims try fighting back. If you get hurt a bit? Then I guess Michael will just have to help you patch up afterwards.

The Lost Boys

Aww, they are so hyped about it!

Most of the other creatures they interact with are human, so it’s so cool to them when they find out you’re a fellow supernatural being! They’re not,,, entirely sure what you are (neither are you, tbh), but that’s okay.

They get to fly around with you, which they wouldn’t be able to do with you if their S/O was a human or some flightless supernatural being.

Paul would love playing with your wings!

I mean, they all do to some extent. But Paul will play with them whenever. Even if you’re out in public. Like,, if anyone sees your wings they have ways of dealing with that, y’know?

Y’all sleep in the same bed together- kind of just like,, a constant cuddle pile lol. And you don’t always do this, but when the boys are feeling especially in the mood for it (like,, maybe they’ve had a long night, or they just really need to be as close to you as they can)  and you’ll just outstretch your wings, covering the four of them. The soft, familiarity of your feathers calming even the rowdiest of the bunch

They accidentally stay out too late, and you’ll use your wings to help shade them from the sun, as you make your way back to the cave.

[yutahoes]

Play Pretend

pairing : co-worker! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

summary : You need to go to your family on a holiday and Yuta has no where to go. Will your little pretend turn into something more?

genre : fluff

warning : mention of cigarette (please, it's bad for your health)

word count : 2.1k words

taglist : @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @cosmiclatte28 @2-3-t-i (If you want to be tagged, please let me know. 😁)

Lunar New Year. A holiday. But this isn't just a regular holiday. Since it is the start of the year in Asian culture, you have to go home to Jeollanam for a family gathering. You're too old for this. You only go to these gatherings when you are young because of the money. But now that you're a grown-up, this doesn't entice you at all.

Additional to your dilemma were your relatives who kept asking when you're getting married. You don't even have time to date because of your 8-5 office work. How do they expect that you to get married?

You listened to your mom's rambling on the phone, about the importance of family and why you should make it to the family gathering when the door opened, and out came one of your co-workers. Yuta lit a cigarette, even offering you one that made you shake your head. The distraction made you stir away from your mother's voice. "And I found you a date for Valentine's." Your eyes widened in surprise. Oh, it is Valentine's Day on Sunday. But what? She found what? “He’s a doctor in the clinic. Such a charmer, you’ll like him.”

You love your mom, you do. But her tastes in men are really out of this world. Besides, how many times had she been setting you up for a date? And none of it worked up well. “Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You lied through your teeth and you saw how the guy beside you scoffed. “I can’t go to Jeollanam and be back in Seoul on Sunday so I’ll skip this year, hmm?” You whined when she said no. “Eomma…” You called. “But I bought sexy lingerie for him.” Yuta chuckled.

“Yah!” Your mom shouted that startled you, almost dropping your phone. “Bring your boyfriend here in Jeollanam before you get naked for him.” And you swore even the person next room could hear her voice. She dropped the call before you could say anything.

Annoyed, you leaned on the railing of your office rooftop. You just dug a bigger hole for yourself. You need to go home and bring a boyfriend. Yuta laughed offering you the cigarette again before you took one and just placed it between your lips. You’re really not the smoking kind but it seemed tempting, like wanting to transfer your annoyance somewhere.  

"How sexy exactly is that lingerie?" You glared at him that made him chuckle. Yuta had been in your department for months now and you grew a little close to him since you're the same age. But this guy is trouble. A complete rebel who has the reputation of dating different girls weekly. "You should just go home since it's a long weekend."

You realized that unlike you who can only travel for 4 hours to see her family, he's pretty much lonely in Korea. "What are you going to do this holiday?" He answered that he'll probably just stay at home and watch movies all day since some establishments will be closed. "Netflix and chill?"

Yuta chuckled. "Just Netflix." You feigned a shock as he put the cigarette on the ashtray. "I do wish I can go to Osaka just this weekend." He might have missed his family. Working in a foreign land is honestly hard so you kind of understand why Yuta is like this.

You smiled, leaning your back on the railing as you put the unlighted cigarette on the ashtray. "I wish you could." You muttered under your breath. "Maybe I can come with you and escape my family." You said unconsciously that made him look at you.

A lightbulb pinged in your head. You cannot escape them yet you can still save face. "Yuta, do you want to come with me to Jeollanam?" You asked that made him raise an eyebrow at you. "It's harmless. You don't have anything to do tomorrow anyway." You explained. "Just pretend to be my boyfriend then we'll go back on Saturday and you'll have your date on Sunday." He laughed at that. "Help me, Yuta."

"You want to introduce me to your family as your boyfriend?"

"A pretend boyfriend." You corrected.

He stared at you for a while and you're suddenly scared that he might say no. "What if your family looks for me after this pretend date?"

You shook your head. "They wouldn't care."

"Okay. Sure." You were surprised. Did he say yes? "But you'll have to let me see that sexy lingerie." He teased you and made you punch his arm, laughing.

It's still early in the morning yet you're waiting for Yuta in front of the station to start the four-hour ride to Jeollanam. To your surprise, he looked different. Well, it's the first time you saw him outside of the office and just in his casual clothes. He does look handsome. No wonder girls fall for his charm. Evident was how a group of teenagers giggled at the sight of him. Such a player.

You walked to the train first but he took your lavender-colored backpack, slinging it on his shoulder. "What should I call you? Baby? Babe? Darling?" You rolled your eyes at that. You just wanted to sleep, not to be pissed off by Yuta. "Are you sleepy?" You nodded as you sat down on the assigned seat on the train. He guided your head to lay on his shoulder. "Just sleep, darling."

It was a long ride before, something you really hated. But now, you felt as if you were energized because of sleep. When you woke up, you were hugging Yuta's arm and he just chuckled when you sat up straight, avoiding his eyes. The moment the train stopped at your destination, he held your hand so as to not lose you in the crowd. There was a tingly feeling yet you just convinced yourself that Yuta is somewhat different from the office one.

When you reach your home, you give a heavy sigh. "Y/N!" Your mom called then stopped when she saw a certain man beside you. "Yah, Y/N brought a man home." She shouted that made Yuta snicker.

Your family loved Yuta. They had endless questions about him being Japanese and his hobbies. When your dad found out that he likes to hike, he invited him to hike the Jirisan mountain that startled you. He never invited you to hike with him. What's with this sudden bonding?

Other relatives were welcoming to him and he even helped your cousins make dumplings. "Hyung, what do you like about noona?" One of your cousins asked which made you look at him in surprise. What the hell is that question? Why are they embarrassing you like this?

Before you can scold the younger one, Yuta smiled. "Your noona works well and she's pretty." He then looked at you, winking. God, Yuta is so handsome. "Can you pass me the pepper, love?" You only stared at him. What did he just call you? "Love, hey." He called waving a hand in front of you. "Are you alright?"

"Noona, your face is red."

"Do you want to go inside?" One of your aunts asked but you just shook your head. You took the pepper then handed it to Yuta who just gave you a smile. That really enchanting smile. No, it can't be. You shouldn't think too much of that smile.

Even at dinner, the topic on the table is you and Yuta that made you annoyed. They're enjoying this so much. "Yuta, you can sleep in Y/N's room." Your mom claimed that made you choke on the water you were drinking. What? "Why? Didn't you wear that sexy lingerie for him?"

Yuta had to smirk then turned to you. "Did you, love?" And oh my god, he's also enjoying this.

It's not the first time that you're sharing a room with a guy, especially a bed. But you were so nervous when Yuta slipped on the bed next to you. He was chuckling at your embarrassed face that you hit him with your pillow. "We'll go back to Seoul first thing in the morning."

"We can't." He revolted. "I promised abeoji that we're hiking tomorrow morning." Abeoji? He called your dad abeoji? "You know, your family isn't bad. I feel bad that we had to pretend like this." You nodded then pursed your lips. You just lay down on the bed, turning to the side to not face him then covered your body with a blanket. Why is it so cold?

You felt warm when he suddenly hugged you from behind that surprised the hell out of you. "I feel like your mom is just going to peek on the door. Just let me hug you to sleep." He whispered against your ear that sent shivers down your spine. You could hear your heart drumming hard against your chest and you hold your breath, scared that he may hear it. "Love, just go to sleep."

It was the first time that you cannot sleep properly in this place. The room which you had since young and that is all because of Yuta's warmth. You were even awake when his alarm rang so early. "Did I wake you up?" He asked in a sleepy voice then grinned at you. "I'll just prepare for hiking. Go back to sleep." You didn't know if it was a dream but you felt him kiss your forehead.

It was almost 9 in the morning when you went down to eat. Your aunts were giving you side glances even teasing about you and Yuta hugging while sleeping. He is right, they came in to check on you. "He's such a dream, Y/N." One even noted.

He is, isn't he? He's so gentle, so warm. You smiled to yourself. It isn't bad that you brought Yuta here. You just found out a new side of him that is truly endearing.

When they returned from their hike, it was almost afternoon. You can now go back to Seoul but Yuta was the one who begged you to stay for one more night since his body is sore from hiking. To your surprise, your dad told him that they should hike another mountain next time and Yuta agreed. There is a next time? You raised an eyebrow at him when he started carrying your younger cousin on his back. You should have been back to Seoul.

You were quiet the whole time that you said goodbye to your family and Yuta understood that you might have missed them already. But it's not. It's just that Yuta is shaking you that you don't know what to tell him. You don't know what to say. Your family loved him. They'll hate you if you come back next Lunar New Year without Yuta, worse with another guy. And you're annoyed at Yuta who promised your family that he'll come to visit some other time.

Going back to Seoul is an eye-opener. You are not Yuta's girlfriend. This is just a pretense. And your lives are coming back in order once you reach the Seoul Station. You were walking so slow that he had to hold your hand again just to get you out of the train in time. You wanted time to stop. You wanted to stay in Jeollanam for another day and be Yuta's pretend girlfriend.

"Thank you for inviting me to come with you." He said that made you stare at him, nodding. "Your family is really great, Y/N."

You smiled. That's such a compliment. "Yeah, they really like you." You whispered and he smiled. The silence stretched between the two of you, hoping that time could rewind. You hope it's Lunar New Year again. How could you like the holiday that you despised earlier this week?

"Oh." You remembered, seeing the bright red balloons scattered outside the station. It's Valentine's Day. You took something from your bag and handed it to Yuta. "We made that yesterday so I don't know how it would taste." You claimed eyeing the small box of hand-made chocolate.

Yuta chuckled. "You know, in Japan, giving chocolates to a guy is a sign of confession." You glared at him, taking back the chocolate but he just chuckled while shaking his head. "I'll do better on White Day."

"Don't be bothered, it's not…"

"I do hope it is." He stepped forward that you had to step back but he held your waist to pull you closer. "Shall we make this real, Y/N?" You gulp at the question, scared that this might be Yuta teasing you again.

But he smiled which made you weak on your knees. You nodded and his smile grew wider. You felt your breath hitch against your throat. He's handsome. "Dating on Valentine's Day is so cliché." He claimed taking your hand. "Let's just Netflix and Chill." You laughed. Suddenly excited for this real, budding relationship.

Happy Lunar New Year! 🎉🎉

[captain-jensen]

Big Fan

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You’re a popular YouTuber and you get to interview Tom for his new movie. He invites you out for a couple of drinks with his friends because he confesses to being a fan of your videos. Fluff ensues.

Authors note: I just found this in my drafts so sorry if it seems choppy. There’s some very light cursing. 

       Today is the most exciting day of your life. You’ve been asked to interview the cast of Spider-Man for YouTube. As exciting as it is, you can’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong. You’ve never interviewed anyone before. Talking to a camera while you do random stuff, that you can do. Talk to a famous person in a professional setting in front of a camera? That’s a no go. Yet, here you are, about to ask famous hot people questions about a movie you’ve haven’t even seen. You were given a list of questions by YouTube that had to be asked, and then you were given a list of topics that were acceptable to talk about. “There’s nothing that can go wrong” you tell yourself. You were basically given a script and all that was asked of you was to entertain the actor and make an interview that was fun to watch. It can’t be that hard right? Unless of course you end up entirely embarrassing yourself on camera in front of one of your biggest celebrity crushes ever. You push these intrusive thoughts out of your head in an effort to calm yourself and simultaneously hype yourself up. After having what felt like a miniature panic attack in the bathroom, you tidy up your makeup and hair and walk into the main area of the hotel room where the first interview of your day will take place. They decided to get you to interview Jacob Batalon first, then Marisa Tomei, then Zendaya, and finally Tom Holland. Spider-Man himself. 

       The first two interviews go well. You had fun with Jacob and you made Marisa laugh. Now that it’s time to interview Zendaya you start to feel those nerves creeping in once again. You ask Zendaya about all of her upcoming projects and try your hardest not to fangirl when she starts talking about Euphoria. You manage to make it through though and she seems pleased with the questions you asked her. Even though you were excited to meet Tom you were kind of hoping your interview with Zendaya would never end, just so that you could avoid all the nerves of talking to Tom. After leaving the room where Zendaya was you get ushered right into the next room with the man himself. Composing yourself as quickly as you could you walk in and see Tom having his hair touched up. He greets you with the warmest smile ever as your crew works on setting up the camera and lights. He stands to shake your hand as you introduce yourself. “Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you”

“Oh no way! I watch your videos all the time when I’m waiting for flights and stuff” That’s when you freeze in your tracks. 

“You’re joking!” you exclaim, trying to make sense of what just came out of Spider-Mans’ mouth. 

“No, not at all. I love when you talk about films and break them down piece by piece. I use your videos as education essentially” He admits, laughing a little sheepishly. 

“Wow, well I’m very flattered, thank you so much!” You reply, trying your best to remain professional. For almost the entire interview you both go back and forth talking about several films other than his own. You tried hard to get him to talk about the new Spider-Man movie, but he always found a way to cycle back to a video you made about a certain movie he loved. After the camera and lights are turned off Tom quickly stands to get your attention before you bid your farewell. 

“Hey, Y/N, some friends and I are heading to bar later tonight if you want to meet us there. We could talk more about a bunch of movies and your videos!” He says excitedly. 

“Yeah that sounds like a lot of fun!” you reply nonchalantly.

“Well let’s exchange numbers then and I’ll text you with all the details.” Tom proposes shyly. You notice out of the corner of your eye that Harry and Harrison were slyly giggling amongst themselves and watching yours and Toms’ interaction unfold. You enter your phone number into Toms’ phone and he does the same to yours. “It was really great meeting you Y/N, I can’t wait to talk more later” Tom says, quickly glancing at his shoes. 

“Likewise, it was a pleasure” With a shake of your hand a second of eye contact you turn and walk out of the room. Unable to contain your laughter of excitement your crew just watches in amusement and offer you light-hearted congratulations. 

    Later that evening, at around 5pm you get a text from a contact that says “Tom” with a little spiderweb emoji beside it. Smirking, you open it to see the details for the night, agreeing to meet at the bar at around 9pm. Which gives you plenty of time to get ready, hype yourself up a bit, and do a bit of a vlog on your snap story for your followers. Although you were very meek with the details of your plans for the night, your fans were able to deduce that you were definitely meeting with someone famous since they knew you had been doing a lot of press tours lately. 

Taking one last look in the mirror you say to yourself “You’re Y/N fucking Y/L/N. Tom Holland is a fan of YOUR channel. You can do anything” That courage quickly dissipates though as you near the bar. Holy shit, how were you possibly going to converse with Tom Holland and his friends ALL NIGHT? There was no way you were going to be interesting compared to all of these people. All you do is make Youtube videos about movies. When you got inside the bar your body was buzzing. Scanning the room you lock eyes with Tom almost immediately and he jumps out of his seat smiling and waving you over. You make your way over to him and he pulls you into an embrace, which took you by surprise, however you reciprocate almost immediately. Turning to the table you see that there’s no-one else there. Giving you a worried look Tom quickly turns and says “This isn’t weird is it? Everyone else isn’t gonna be here for another hour. I wanted to be able to have an uninterrupted conversation with you for a bit.”

“Tom Holland, did you trick me into a date?” You say suspiciously, trying to cooly play off the fact that you were now going to spend the next hour alone with Tom talking and drinking. 

“Well that depends. Would it be awkward if I did?” He asks hesitantly

“No not awkward, you just could have asked me straight up” You say quickly, not knowing where this sudden boost of confidence is coming from. 

“Well I’ll remember that for next time” Tom says smugly. You order your drinks and get to talking and laughing. The hour goes by in 5 minutes and you realize that you guys barely talked about movies the whole time. You instead spent the 60 minutes talking about eachothers home towns and families. He asked you about your passion for films, and you asked him about his hundreds of hobbies. You found your nerves dissipating rapidly and they were instead replaced by butterflies and fireworks. Even when everyone else walked in and joined you 2 at the table Tom kept his gaze on you. Watching you interact with his friends and the way your face would light up when you laughed especially hard at his jokes. Tom could feel the seed in his stomach growing. He was quickly torn out of his thoughts when he heard Harrison speak the words “Hey Y/N wanna know something funny?”

“Go on then” You reply

“Tom has had the biggest crush on you for months. He’s always watching your videos, telling us about your videos, watching the films you recommend, making us watch them with him, and then making us watch your video about said film. It’s been almost non-stop for months now” Harrison admits, making Tom put his head in his hands in embarrassment and making you blush furiously. Not knowing what to make of the situation, and being slightly buzzed at this point you respond with a simple thank you and a small, shy giggle. Looking down at your phone and deciding to try and dismiss the situation. Harrison wouldn’t let it go though, not being able to watch his friend be so shy around a girl. “In fact, when you exchanged numbers earlier Tom couldn’t stop smiling and talking about how excited he was, go on, tell her Tom” 

Tom gives you a sorry and shy look before finally deciding to speak up and say “I told you I was a big fan. I just didn’t plan on saying all of that at once” he gave Harrison a warning look while a dark blush crept up his neck and cheeks.

“It’s ok. That’s really sweet Tom” You say. Wanting to make him feel better about the situation you give him an honest smile. Deciding to drop the subject, everyone moves onto their own conversations. You and Tom couldn’t stop stealing glances at eachother for the rest of the night though. Before you know it, last call has come and gone and you all stand outside waiting for cabs. Before you can manage to hail one though, Tom pulls you aside asking to speak with you. 

“I’m really sorry about Harrison earlier. He can be such a div.” He rubs the back of his neck for comfort.

“It’s really ok Tom. I was happy to hear it honestly. Being such a fan of yourself I never felt more flattered” 

“Well I want you to know that I’m not just a fan of your videos anymore Y/N. I honestly really like you. If you’d like to, I’d love to take you to lunch tomorrow.” Tom Holland turns red for what seems like the hundredth time that night. You however weren’t that much better, considering your own blush was keeping you warm in the cool night air. 

“I’d love that” You say, and you both let out a synchronised breath you didn’t know you were holding in. With that you lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek. His smooth skin was comforting against your lips. When you pull away you look in his eyes to see a stunned expression seeping out of his dazed eyes. Then without warning his lips are on yours. It only lasts a second though because you then hear Harrison calling to you saying he was able to wave down a cab for you, clearly wanting to mess with Tom. “Text me tomorrow” you say sweetly to Tom as you slowly back away. 

“I promise I’ll text you tonight!” He yells after you. 

“That works too!” With that the cab door closes and it’s only then that you realise how laboured your breath had been all night. Trying to calm yourself you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Smiling instantly you pull it out to see a message from the one and only and it reads 

Do you want to do breakfast instead ;) xx

You respond asking when and where and you just shake your head smiling. Knowing that tonight is going to be long. 

[coepiteamare]

nine thousand, seven hundred nineteen kilometers

pairing: yoongi x female!oc  genre: mild angst, it’s not fluff but it’s not angst, thieves oc & yoongi  warnings: mild angst, oc and yoongi are thieves (think ocean’s 8/11-13, pickpockets in this drabble), lapslock word count: 1.4k

summary: you find love somewhere in between los angeles and new york and lose your heart in between paris and tokyo. (alt. maybe he’s the compulsion you can’t seem to shake, the ache that doesn’t fade even nine thousand, seven hundred and nineteen kilometers away)

paris is much quieter than the places you’re used to, but it’s not a bad thing.

you like having coffees in cafes, settling in nooks, and drinking in the scenery spread outside the window. there’s a slight soreness in your arms from the aerial act last night that you remedy with macarons and the cafe cat that comes to sit in your lap, nuzzling its nose in your turtleneck. but the itch in your fingertips refuses to subside: a dull craving that refuses to be muffled no matter how many hobbies you pick up, how many characters you adapt and abandon, how many miles you put between yourself and los angeles. 

maybe you should move to amsterdam, you think as you thank the cafe owner. you contemplate luxembourg as you give the cat one last pet and leave behind a half eaten croissant. dubai is also pretty, you tell yourself as you bump into a youngman in a peacoat. hand into his pocket. you fall over, gripping on to his sleeve, as he reaches out to stabilize you. his prada wallet in your bag. you flash him a shy smile that could make the eiffel tower crumble. his watch on your wrist. you giggle an apology--i’m so sorry, i was distracted, i should have been paying more attention--and vanish into the crowd in a haze of vanilla and rose with his gucci tie clip in the pocket of your trench coat.

old habits die hard. 

maybe it’s not a habit you’re trying to get rid of, something whispers in the back of your head, or maybe you’re not trying at all. shut up, you whisper back.

you close the door quickly when you enter your flat, letting the fall chill know it’s an unwelcome guest before it can settle in. 

the apartment you live in is small, a little out of the way from central paris, but you like the trimmings on the cabinets and the colours of the wall. it feels lived in, less sterile than white walls, and it feels like what a home should feel like. there’s scratches on the countertop and smudges of the lives of tenants before you, and, really, you could do a lot better with the money from tokyo, but it was the first place that didn’t hiss at your insecurities in the sound of his voice. all the other ones you had seen had reminded you of him--walls painted with his laughter, banisters lined with the snap of his gloves, floors tiled in his stupid, ostentatious spending habits--and you had almost given up on paris, almost decided to live in the cheap motel with shitty coffee and questionable door locks because the first hotel you checked into had him written all over it (as did the next one and the next one and the next) until you found this apartment, cozy and in need of upkeep. i’m yours, it seemed to say; better yet, it said nothing at all. yours (whatever that meant). 

“you should get better locks,” his voice rings, and you drop your purse, items clattering to the floor. 

he looks just as you remember him: soft, wispy bangs against pale skin, dark eyes taking in more information than you could ever know, jaw and mouth sharp like he’d bite if you made the wrong move. the way the sun gently brushes him with a soft golden glow makes you wonder if he’s somehow conned the sun into working for him. (he’s always had a flair for dramatics, even if he claims there’s no room for theatrics in his plans.) you wrench your gaze away from him, your ribcage suddenly two sizes too tight for the thudding contraption it holds inside.

“have you ever thought locks were meant to keep people out, yoongi? that maybe people have locks to try and keep whatever’s inside them safe?” you pick up the items off the floor, carefully placing them back into your purse, trying to keep your voice steadier than your hands. 

“i have a proposition for you,” he says, without missing a beat, like nothing happened in tokyo. 

“would you have sought me out if you didn’t?” you mutter under your breath. you don’t like the bitterness that spreads through your mouth, the hurt that lingers like a bad aftertaste. “i’m retired,” you lean against the wall. you wonder if the scuff marks on the floor have been there a while. you try to look everywhere but him, but your training kicks in and you’re hypersensitive to everything he does: the way his shoulders are loose but his eyes are constantly moving, the way he still holds the tea cup like he did the first time he took you to a cafe 3 minutes after he met you, the way his left hand is still, unnatural, like he wants to drum them against the table or pick a lock, have something to do. 

he hums and sips the tea in front of him. “i would have been a little quicker with the wallet,” your head turns to him in shock, “but other than that, it was a pretty solid job.” of course he was watching. there was nothing yoongi missed, from the stutter in your heartbeat to the thrum of your fingers against the wall. he drops his smile and his gaze bores into yours, but you feel the smug satisfaction smothering you like his cologne that still permeates your dreams, six months later and six thousand miles away.  

“awareness of surroundings has gotten sloppy though.”

“fuck you.” 

his shoulders shake as he laughs, breath catching with every inhale. it takes him a minute to collect himself, but the smile doesn’t fall. “the crew misses you.”

“more like you couldn’t find another acrobat,” you scoff. everything about this is painfully familiar: the sharp rapport, the sparks, him. it’s too easy to settle back into habit, even if you’ve been burnt before. it feels like diving back under the covers, body aching to crawl back to what it knows. the words slide out of your mouth before you have a chance to think about them, bitter and acrid. “were you even trying?” 

“were you even trying? it’s like you wanted to get caught” he had scoffed, mouth acidic even at your tear stained face. “this isn’t a fucking performance you get to put on night after night. there is no safety net waiting to catch you. that-” he gestures at the wind, at the depository miles away from you, “whatever that was almost cost us this job.”

“i’ve missed you.” he smiles, and just like that, you hear the faint click, his words cracking the pin code on your ribcage and unlocking the heart you’ve tried so desperately to cage. you should have known better: there’s never been a lock yoongi couldn’t pick, a safe he couldn’t find his way into. nothing has been able to keep him out: not the gallery treasury in newport beach with its earthquake proof alarm system, not the cartier vault in new york city with its impressive randomized laser grid, and certainly not the flimsy, fickle alarm system of your heartbeat. 

“how did you find me?” your voice is too soft, muddled under memories buried six feet under.

“have you ever seen me fail to get what i want?” he makes his way to you and doesn’t stop until you’re pressed against the wall, the tips of his shoes against yours. sandalwood tickles your throat as you take a breath. his nose brushes against yours, pink lips mere centimeters away. 

“i meant what i said, your awareness of your surroundings needs work.” his breath fogs your clarity. “besides, if they wanted to keep things safe, maybe they should try a bit harder. i’m just here to prove that all things can be found.” he taps a finger against your nose lightly, mouth stretching into a smile before he makes his way towards the door with his hands in his pocket. he doesn’t turn back to look at you. “you know how to find me.”

you stand there, dazed, until the faint tap, tap, tap of the rain against your windowpane breaks the fog, sun submerged in velvet darkness. 

maybe he’s just as potent as a habit, just as hard to kill. 

you find a plane ticket to los angeles in your backpocket, a burner phone in your coat pocket. your safe door is wide open, contents untouched, with a post it note on top. 

it’s like you’re not even trying. p.s. did you miss me?

A/N:  a BIG thank you to hana @taestybae​ for reading this and telling me she loved it. i absolutely adore you. 

i’m going to work to expand on the universe (hopefully) and introduce the rest of the crew because words cannot describe how much i love this universe and these characters. 

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

otp headcanons - living things (?) edition: can either of them keep a plant alive? what pets could you see them getting? any pet besides a cat or a dog? there are rats in the basement! how we dealin with it? who names the squirrel that runs along the fence outside the window? their thoughts on bird watching? they encounter a stray cat on a walk! what happens? do either of them take care of the yard/garden? who says “cows!/horses!” when they’re on road trips in the country? would they rather go to the zoo or aquarium? would they ever go fishing or hunting?

can either of them keep a plant alive?

I think Jo could if she really wanted to, but I don't think either of them would have the desire to own any 🤔

what pets could you see them getting? any pet besides a cat or a dog?

Dear Danny boy <3 And there's definitely one or two stray barn cats on the property that Jo feeds (secretly) and come rub up against Dean's ankles when he's working on Baby 🥰 (for context, in one canon-divergent universe I have, after Bobby dies the leviathans DON'T destroy his house and they move in and slowly fix it up <3 I've gone into more detail about it in a few old asks I'll have to find) other than a cat or dog, I'm not sure! I could see Jo having a bunny when she was a kid! *Daphne Moon voice* I don't know why 🤔

there are rats in the basement! how we dealin with it?

The stray cats are let loose in the basement!! Don't tell Dean (I've actually done this with my cat Vinny lmao, my moms friend had a mouse in her garage and they brought him over and he took care of it 👏 hard working independent contractor)

who names the squirrel that runs along the fence outside the window?

Dean!! His name is Fred and when he's drinking coffee in the morning he greets him and asks him about the ol' ball and chain and how the kids are doing (and, of course, nut jokes/puns)

their thoughts on bird watching?

They think it's an extremely tedious hobby for old boring people

they encounter a stray cat on a walk! what happens?

Jo takes pictures and they keep walking since he's allergic, but she comes back later to feed and pet them <3

do either of them take care of the yard/garden?

Dean does! The yard is one of his pride's and joy

who says “cows!/horses!” when they’re on road trips in the country?

Jo!!! Cutie pie!!!

would they rather go to the zoo or aquarium?

The zoo!!

would they ever go fishing or hunting?

Yeah I could see that! I think they would have a lot of fun hunting! Jo would get bored fishing, but Dean enjoys it

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Sakura's First Guitar Lesson

Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted some writing here because most of the time I use my a03. For Sk8Tember writing athon I originally wanted to do Fairy Tale day which is tomorrow. However, since I'm currently in the middle of changing up my writing style from first person to third person to try and be a better writer I thought that it would be for the best that I pick Instrument Day because guess what? Today is my birthday! I'm now officially 22 years old even if I don't look or act like it. I'm here to celebrate my birthday with everyone by sharing my new writing with all of you.

Songs mentioned in the fic:

La Via Strangiato: Rush

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK1hmDpa8bo

The Long And Winding Road: The Beatles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fR4HjTH_fTM

Let It Be: The Beatles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDYfEBY9NM4

Sakura Nanjo rocked back and forth on her heels outside of the music studio that she had her first lessons in. Since she told her parents that the thing she wanted to do more than anything in the world was to learn how to play the bass guitar just like her hero, they had been encouraging. Haru even found that he had a profound interest in learning how to play the drums. In reality, he wanted to do it so that his sister wouldn’t feel alone in wanting to try something new. He would never admit that to her though. There were some things that his sister did not need to know. She would never let him live it down if she knew the actual reason why he was so adamant about learning to play the drums.

“Sakura, if you keep doing that you’re going to wear yourself out. I know that you’re excited but it’s really starting to freak me out.” Her best friend, Miya Chinen, reminded her lightly with that same small smile that he often had when he was around her. He couldn’t help but find this childish and excitable side of her adorable. She would always be cute in his mind but especially when she got excited about the simplest of things. Like learning how to play an instrument that had always spoken to her.

“I can’t help it! I’m excited, I’m nervous, part of my brain is screaming at me because what if this is a really bad idea and what if I’m not any good at this thing that I’ve never tried before and change is terrifying and-“ He lightly put his arm around his best friend cutting off her word vomit. She only got like this when she was way past nervous and her brain to mouth filter failed her.

“Change is scary but it can also be good for you. You told me so yourself that this is something you’ve wanted to do for all your life right?” Sakura nodded her head nervously trying to stop this anxiety from bubbling up inside of her. With the recent diagnosis of aspergers syndrome she’s still learning to cope with the help of her friends and family.

“Well yeah, I’ve always loved the idea of playing music. Especially bass guitar because of my fixation on Rush and on Geddy Lee as a whole.” She argued and he just chuckled lightly at his best friend. Leave it to her to want to do something that could potentially become life altering just because her favorite singer did it too.

“Then I think that it would be a great experience for you to have if it’s something that you really want to do. It’ll make you happy and give you a hobby that you didn’t have before. You really need to have more hobbies other than cooking Saki.” She sighed knowing that her best friend was right as she looked over at the music studio.

“I know that it’s bad. But this could be something that I get really passionate about. I already know that it won’t necessarily be easy. Nothing really ever is easy for me.” She looked down at her skateboard tracing the end of her Haku dragon sticker before sighing slightly. Nobody ever did anything by being anxious about every little change that they came across. If that was the case then most of her favorite music would have never come to exist.

“Skating came rather easily for you after you got those grips for your feet. You just needed to distribute your weight easier than the way that you were.” Miya argued lightly hating that she would get like this sometimes. She shouldn’t ever have the need to feel sad. He preferred her when her ruby red eyes lit up with happiness rather than downcast and saddened like they were right now.

“Yeah that doesn’t mean that I’ll be good at this though… what if all of this is just me being childish?” She just sighed burying her head in her hands. Now that she had been told to stop being so overly excited the dread was starting to sink in. Her playing bass guitar? Yeah and the moon is secretly made of cheese.

“I don’t think that it’s you being childish. I think that it’s you trying to make yourself into a better version of yourself. You’re clearly not happy and you barely do anything for yourself simply because you want to. Saki you can’t know that you suck at something if you’ve never really tried it before. I know that you can do this because you’re the bravest person that I’ve ever met. You can literally do anything that you set your mind to. If you can dream it you can do it.” He comforted her and watched as slowly the light came back to her eyes.

“You’re right! I can do this, and I’ll be good at it as long as I work hard enough at it. I know that I can do this.” She clenched her left fist and shook it up at the sky daring anyone to tell her otherwise. If you asked Miya, this was the first thing that he really noticed about her that was different. He never met anyone that was as determined to do their best until he met Sakura. Her determination to defy every obstacle inspired him to push past his limits as well.

“That’s the stubborn best friend that I know and love.” He lightly teased and she looked down at her lap picking up the instrument that was there. The second that Kaoru found out his beloved daughter wanted to learn to play bass guitar he found the best one that he could through hours of off the clock research. He wanted his little girl to be happy and if this is what would make her happy and confident in her own wicked way then he would do everything that he felt within his power to do so. The guitar that he had eventually chosen for her was a lilac colored and sparkly one that he thought just suited his little girl’s personality.

“Shut up, I know I’m super stubborn already. It’s why me and Haru struggle so hard to see eye to eye because he’s just as stubborn as I am if not more.” She huffed a breath thinking about the argument that her and her brother had gotten into last night. It had been about something so stupid but it had just got blown way out of proportion and now she wasn’t sure if things were going to be awkward around him for a while. It had been about who was going to make dinner that night and Haru just blew up at her. Of course, never to back down from a fight the only thing that Sakura did was yell right back at him.

“He’ll forgive you eventually Saki. He always does you’ll go home and there will be forgive me cookies on the table for you. Besides he’s usually the one who yells first and knows that you will yell back. I’ve never once seen you actually pick the fight with him personally.” Miya hated when Haru would purposefully try and ruin her mood. He knew that he was just going through his own personal hell as he was still in the early stages of transitioning but he didn’t need to take his anger and aggression out on her.

“This one was really stupid though. It was just over who would make dinner since dad had to be at the restaurant late and mom was working late surprising absolutely no one ever.” Kaoru had always been the type that worked long hours even at the cost of not spending a whole lot of time at home with his children. He did the best that he could with the time that he was given and had mandatory time with them on weekends but the house was most of the time silent except for the twins. And sometimes they just couldn’t be around each other without a screaming match breaking out.

“You guys are the kids of Cherry and Joe, it would be weird if you guys didn’t fight constantly.” Miya tried to joked just to hear her laugh, which it worked. The first thing that really drew him to her was that laugh. That loud and open sound when she was well and truly tickled by something or the more quiet sound that he got right now when she was emotional.

“That’s true, come on, I’m thirsty all the sudden and want to get a drink before I have to go in for my first session.” She stretched getting off of the concrete and offered her best friend a hand up off the ground before she stepped onto her board.

“Arizona sweet tea?” He offered her that option and she nodded her head with a small smile on her face. She had fallen in love with her best friend’s sweet tea that he had gotten her addicted to after they got introduced to each other.

“What are you going to do while I’m doing my session?” Miya gestured to his backpack where he was hiding his switch that he brought with him today. He knew that he’d want to spend the afternoon waiting for his best friend to finish her session.

“I’ve got my games in here don’t worry about me. I want to spend the afternoon with you. You’re my best friend and I want to support you in any way that I can.” He encouraged her as they pulled into the connivence store so that they could get their tea and some snacks while they waited. This was a huge deal for her and he wanted her to know how much he supported her.

“You’re going to be amazing Sakura. I know that you will be because you constantly give everything that you can into your interests.” Miya knew that she could do anything that she put her mind to because if his best friend was anything it was bound and determined to do her best at every little thing that she tried. Even if she found that she wasn’t as interested in the idea of playing her favorite instrument as she made it sound both in her head and in the music she listened to, she wouldn’t back down without a fight. That stubborn nature combined with her kind heart had him being pulled even deeper into her orbit.

“I sure hope that your right cat-boy because I am so nervous right now. As was prevalent by my earlier word vomit.” He just smiled softly at her doing his best that he could to be her support system as much as he knew that she was nervous.

“Sometimes your nerves stop you from doing things that you’re really good at though. They stopped you from making genuine friends before now didn’t they? Being nervous about something is considered totally normal. But you can’t let those nerves run your life Sakura. Otherwise you’ll never get anywhere. If you let nerves stop you then there’s so much you can’t really achieve.” He knew the amount of almost crippling anxiety that she struggled with. He had only ever wanted to support her and push her further. As they stopped in front of the music studio and she took a deep breath opening the front door and hearing the sound of somebody in one of the rooms practicing.

“Hello! Are you here for a lesson or just here to see what kinds of facilities we offer here?” Sakura lightly yanked on her ponytail just to try and ground herself.

“My mom scheduled my appointment, it’s Sakura Nanjo. I want to learn how to play the bass guitar.” She told the clerk and Miya just squeezed her hand sympathetically. Talking to people that she didn’t know was never a skill that Sakura had excelled at. Haru was always the people person not really her.

“Oh that’s right!! Your mother did call in to our shop so we’re excited to begin to teach you. We’ll have your teacher be with you in just a moment. You’re welcome to look around. He mentioned that you’d bring your own instrument?” She nodded her head holding up her guitar sleeved she had walked her with her.

“He bought it for me a few days ago and came home with it the day before yesterday!” Sakura showed her the guitar that her mom had bought for her that matched her personality.

“That is really pretty!! It does seem to match your bright and bubbly personality. Are you here for lessons too or just moral support?” Miya put his arm around his best friend’s shoulders supportively with a small smile on his face.

“I’m just here for the moral support factor. She struggles with nerves and anxiety and I thought that it would be easier for her if she had me here to support her.” He reasoned and she smiled gratefully at her best friend. Despite only being friends for a few months she knew that there was something unique about the video game obsessed boy next to her. Something that was life altering and that she wouldn’t ever want to change.

“That’s really sweet of you!! I’ll go and tell your teacher that your ready to learn.” The worker went off in search of the bass guitar teacher and Sakura’s ear twitched lightly.

“Are you hearing La Villa Strangiato?” Her ear was always in tune to when a Rush song was being played around her. Miya couldn’t help but laugh lightly at her as he had been hearing it since they had come into the studio. She must have been way too nervous to notice that somebody had been playing a song by her favorite band.

“They’ve been playing it since we walked in. Want to go and see who it is?” She followed the sound of the guitar as it led her to a spare room where a girl with dark hair and baby blue highlights was playing a guitar. She was wearing a different school uniform than the one that they were wearing. It had a music note on the band around the arm. Maybe she went to a music school of some kind? Whomever she was, she was clearly absorbed in the music that she was playing. And what’s more than that, she was a good. Good from years of clear practice at her craft and good from knowing exactly what she was doing. Miya accidentally leaned into Sakura’s side a bit too far trying to get a better look at the girl and knocked her over. The girl that as playing the instrument suddenly stoped and looked over at Sakura who was on the ground.

“Sorry Saki!” He frantically apologized offering her a hand and helped her to dust off the back of her skirt.

“Are you guys new? I thought that I closed that door!! Sorry if I was playing too loud, my dad runs the studio here I don’t take lessons.” The girl apologized very clearly worried that she had distracted them from something.

“Sakura is here to get lessons but she’s a huge rush fan and knew exactly what you were playing. She wanted to see the person that was playing La Villa Strangiato.” Miya explained to the girl lightly put off by the fact that the girl instantly took Sakura’s hands in her own.

“A fellow Rush fan?! At long last!! I’m Kayla Sunohara!! Super awesome to meet you Sakura.” She introduced herself excitedly and Miya just possessively gripped her hand.

“I’m Sakura Nanjo, this is my best friend Miya Chinen. How long have you been studying Alex Lifeson?” Miya buried his face into Sakura’s shoulder, trying on a whim to keep the possessive nature that he was feeling come up his spine. She’s allowed to have other friends and not just me. She should have a female friend who likes the same style of music as she does. It was only a matter of time before Sakura made another friend that wasn’t just me. She’s too nice for me to keep all to myself like that.

“Oh I’ve been studying his work since I first started playing when I was seven!! What about you? You interested in studying Geddy Lee?” Sakura gripped her bass guitar a little bit firmer in her hands nodding her head.

“That’s so cool…” She gushed and Kayla just laughed a bit waving her hand up and down in a dismissive manner.

“It’s not really anything that fantastic, I’m nowhere near his level and I probably never will be. But his guitar is what inspired me to pick up my own. What about you? Why did you want to learn bass?” Miya couldn’t help the halfhearted glare that he was sending to the other guitarist. He didn’t know why, maybe it was because he hadn’t had friends in so long but he wanted all of Sakura’s attention on him.

“Sakura?” The lady in the front of the studio called her name and she instantly lightly hugged her best friend noticing the slight stiffness in his appearance.

“Miya, I have to go. Is there something wrong?” He shook his head at her putting on the fakest smile that he could muster at the moment.

“I’ll be alright, I’ve got my games and I’m going to play these games with Sunohara.” He lightly told her and she just sighed a little bit.

“Look we’ll talk later cat boy alright? Don’t do anything stupid like start a fight or whatever.” She lightly told him with a small smirk on her face going out of the room and carrying everything over to the room.

“Miss Nanjo? I’m Shizuko, I’m going to be your teacher.” She took a deep breath just trying to do the final calming of her nerves. “I’m Sakura, it’s nice to meet you.” She bowed before her teacher with a small smile on her face carrying the guitar.

“It’s nice to meet you as well. Why don’t you come with me and we can figure out what you want to do and why?” As her teacher led the way she couldn’t help but look at everything with this sheer ease of wonder and light.

“So, why do you want to learn how to play bass guitar?” She sat down in the chair in front of her putting the guitar on her lap lightly.

“I want to play guitar because I was deeply inspired by Geddy Lee. My dad he raised me on Rush because that was what he loved back in high school.” Her teacher listened to her speak passionately about her love of the music that had inspired her to get through the day.

“My little sister has been studying the art of Alec Lifeson for a majority of her life. So I totally get that you can be inspired by the lead singer. He’s a big inspiration for everyone that ever felt like they didn’t fit in. She’s going to probably take over this studio one of these days.” Shizuko bragged about her younger sister that was now bonding with Miya over a shared love of video games in the spare room.

“I met your sister! She was playing La Villa Strangiato in another room. I thought that she was really amazing at it too. She’s really talented.” Sakura exclaimed her praises towards the other main guitarist. Her teacher just laughed a little bit already foreseeing a future friendship between her newest student and her younger sibling.

“You really know your stuff if you knew the exact song that she was playing. Music has always been something that brought us closer together as a family. Performing has been something that was passed down through the lines. Our dad taught us when we were just little kids so it’s always been a big part of our lives tighter. So what do your parents do?” She put her guitar on the floor knowing that this would just be an initial interview to see what she wanted to do and why.

��My dad he runs an Italian restaurant, Sia La Luce by the marina that’s what I’m going to do when I get older too. That’s what I was doing until both of my parents decided that I should be allowed to be a teenager for a little while. I’ve wanted to play bass guitar ever since I first started to deep dive and I really learned what music was and what instruments did what. It wasn’t just Geddy Lee. I’ve been inspired by countless other artists as well.” She reasoned and the teacher just smiled to herself. She had a feeling that this student would excel really far at the guitar. She also thought that her sister might finally make a really good friend.

“Do you do well in school? Do you have any other interests?” She nodded her head with a small smile on her face thinking about her lessons in skateboarding.

“I’m currently learning how to skateboard finally. My parents both do it and compete in their own ways. My brother picked it up like a fish to water. I’ve only recently started to learn how because a friend wanted to teach me. He’s the first friend that I’ve ever made. I was relatively well liked by my classmates but we weren’t ever really friends. I do pretty good in school depending on the subject. I’m mostly good at math and English but struggle with science. That’s my brother’s area of expertise.” Sakura talked about the little things in school that she enjoyed doing.

“Science isn’t for everyone and it’s not your fault that you aren’t very good at that class. I’m sure that yo excel in other areas. Who are some of your other heroes in music that aren’t behind Rush?” As important as having one hero was, Shizuko knew that she wouldn’t get very far if that was the only genre of music that she wanted to play.

“The one that my mom got me hooked on from a young age was Queen so I’ve always admired John Deacon. He was the quiet one so not a lot of people really think about how important he was. He was both an incredible bass player but he wrote some of Queen’s most iconic songs. Also, Paul McCartney has always been one of my favorite musicians for The Beatles and for Wings. Really I found a lot of different musician heroes that I could aspire to one day learn more about. I have a recent diagnosis of aspergers that caused me to rethink a lot of what interested me.” Sakura was still just ever so slightly self conscious about what had interested her. She’d had so many people judge her that weren’t Miya it felt like. Shizuko couldn’t hep but smile softly as this young tween in front of her reminded her so much of her when she was younger. From the admiration that she had of all these different styles of bass guitarists to her naturally shy disposition.

“There’s a lot of really beautiful Beatles songs, do you have a favorite one?” She nodded her head with a small smile on her face.

“My favorite is The Long And Winding Road. Many times I’ve been alone and many times I’ve cried anyway you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried. It reminds me of my relationship with my brother. We get into a lot of really heated arguments but at the end of the day he’s my twin brother and I love him.” The entirety of Let It Be was her favorite non-Rush album of all time and it was one that she listened to consistently when she was alone in her bedroom. Her parents got her a record player when she was eight because that was the item she most desperately wanted. Ever since then she’d been collecting records and she shared it with Haru.

“You sing really, really well for somebody your age. That takes a lot of talent, have you ever done it professionally?” Do my friends in Italy count? We’re kind of a band I guess and I always love singing with them. While Sakura had friends before Miya, they didn’t live in this country. Rather they all lived in Italy. They were the only large group of people that had welcomed her into their group.

“I have a couple of friends in Italy where my dad did his studying for his restaurant. We go back every summer just about and my friends and I we sing. I’ve always appreciated singing because it was something that I could control. It could be loud or quiet. I could train it to sing in different styles.” She explained her dynamic with her small group of female friends that welcomed her with open arms years ago. Found family movie nights on Friday’s were something that she always looked forward to even if it was earlier in the afternoon for her then it was for them.

“I don’t know very many young girls that are that into singing. They do it for fun a lot of them but none of them that do it for fun are very good. Not unless they put in the effort. Talent takes effort. You have to put in the work and make the commitment in order for talent to come from that. Taking on an instrument is a pretty big commitment especially with the guitar. Sometimes you just want to throw the thing against the wall and call it a day. But then you get back to it and you’re suddenly able to do it and you feel this sense of self worth and accomplishment.” Shizuko tried to make her young pupil see things from her perspective. She had lost a lot of younger students because they weren’t serious about the instrument. Once they saw the first sign of struggle they threw in the towel and gave everything up.

“I’m willing to put in the work. I just need a teacher to show me how things work.” Sakura never did anything halfway. She was either all in or had absolutely zero interest in the task at hand. She had grown up around the sound of a bass guitar coming from every room in the house in some capacity.

“I can tell that you’re one of the serious ones about this otherwise you wouldn’t have stayed after that talk. Most of the students leave because I’m “too harsh”. I just want people to try their best and to succeed in the areas where they should.” The teacher ranted and Sakura couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. That threat hadn’t even begun to diminish her joy at the idea of simply being here.

“My mom is a lot more scary than that so I’m used to the idea of being threatened. Music has always been a part of my life and now I want to learn how to play it.” She said confidently and by the look on her face Shizuko knew that she had found a gem in the rocks.

“That was why I wanted to learn how to play bass too. I grew up hearing it with my dad because he loves all different kinds of music really but it was a whole lot of Beatles, Rush, Queen, Heart, and a lot of other artists that just seemed to flow out of the windows. I’m glad that you came in today Sakura. I can’t wait to start teaching you. We’re just going to gloss over the essentials today.” Sakura looked at her teacher one question burning in the back of her brain. “What is your favorite Beatles song?” Shizuko blinked a little bit in confusion before a small smirk appeared on her face.

“My favorite Beatles song is Let It Be. Has been since I was a little kid, Mary was my mother’s name. She died last year so it’s been kind of a rough point in my life. But that song has always gotten me through bad times. And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me. Shine until tomorrow let it be.” As Shizuko told her new student about her song obsession Sakura’s heart warmed. It was such a beautiful story that she couldn’t help but love it.

“I’m sorry for the loss of your mom. That really must have hurt something awful. Is it just you, your dad, and your sister now?” Sakura pulled her hair back a little bit further with a small smile on her face playing with the ends of her ponytail.

“Thank you so much sweetheart that makes a lot to me. My dad has a girlfriend, they were divorced for a while since Kayla was younger. It was a bit of an experience for me to deal with but we’re still a family anyways.” Shizuko reasoned and her student just smiled sympathetically at her. She had no idea what it would be like if there was a fight that just pushed things over that sometimes tightrope edge that her parents walked on. When she was younger she feared that one day one of them would fall off the tightrope and it would end their relationship. That it would go out in a burning inferno and that one fatal argument would end their bickering relationship. It wasn’t until she got a bit older and wiser when she learned that their love language was bickering.

“I’m glad that you were still able to have that family. My family can be a bit loud and chaotic personally. It’s a lot of bickering and a lot of arguing sometimes about the simplest of things. But I love my parents even if half the time it’s like I’m the parent and they are the children under my care. My twin brother isn’t really that much better.” Shizuko laughed openly at the idea of this family as she could completely visualize it. From what she had gathered when she had spoken with Kaoru Sakurayashiki the man seemed like a complete overprotective but at the same time loving mom figure.

“So you have two dad’s right?” She nodded her head getting out her phone and showing her a picture of them all skating together.

“I have two dad’s. My brother and I were surrogate children because they wanted kids with their own DNA. To keep things less complicated when we were kids me and Haru decided okay your mom and you’re dad. It’s been that way ever since. Our family dynamic is a bit unique because of it but I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if they weren’t my parents. They bicker like people that have known each other their entire lives because that’s what they do.” She settled against the back of the chair that she was currently in.

“Do you and your brother bicker a lot because of the fact that your parents do?” Sakura sighed heavily playing with her index fingers. She hated the fact that she had instantly been called out like that.

“Well… yeah we kind of do. Both of us are naturally stubborn types of people and sometimes it gets to be rather explosive. If it’s a day that we don’t get into at least a little spat well then that’s a miracle I feel like. We’ve really put our parents through hell these last several years especially.” She picked at the hem on her skirt just wishing that she could finally get along with her brother. It was so hard for them to see eye to eye though. Half of the time she had no idea what he was thinking and why he was doing the things that he was doing. She just wanted to help and every time that she tried he exploded on her.

“Sometimes siblings just don’t get along. You’re one of the lucky pairs if you don’t fight every time that your put in the same room together as children. My sister and I still fight a lot because we’re just different kinds of people. I’m sure that it’s the same way with your brother and you.” The older of the two of them felt the pain that the younger one went through like it was her own. There was a time a few years ago where a positive relationship between her and Kayla seemed like a wish on a dying star. It was just plain not going to happen.

“I want to be a better sister to him. I know that I do. I also just really want something to bond with him over. He wants to learn to play the drums.” Her teacher smiled at her instantly feeling that sense of love that Sakura had for her brother.

“Now that we’ve gotten all of that personality stuff squared away I know how to properly teach you. We’ll put primary focus on songs from the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s rock n’roll because that seems to be the genre that you enjoy the most. I appreciate the taste it’s a welcomed change of pace. I get so many people that tell me their favorite artist is somebody more modern.” She got her own red guitar that looked familiar enough to the young tween in front of her.

“That a version of Brain May’s red special isn’t it? For the bass guitar?” Shizuko grinned openly at the girl in front of her for recognizing the iconic guitar.

“My dad also happens to make guitars here so I asked for this one to be custom made once I started teaching. It’s always been my favorite guitar that’s an icon so I asked if he could take that concept and make it into a bass guitar for me. I used to do band when I was in school and now I’m going to college for music theory.” That guitar had gotten the teacher through a lot when she was younger. Everyone has their little things that they’re obsessed with and for Shizuko that would definitely be her guitar. She couldn’t live without it.

“That sounds like me with my cookbook. I can’t go anywhere without it. My mom calls it my grounding object because it helps me to stay calm and it helps me to remember my goals and ambitions. I want to one day make food that will make people happy just like my dad. If that means that I have to do the same training that he did in Italy for four years then so be it. Whatever it takes to make people smile when they eat my food.” Whatever it takes to make Miya happy when he eats my food. I want to keep making meals for him that he’ll love. I want to get him on a healthier diet. She shook the thought right out of her head, now was not the time to start thinking about Miya. It was the time to start learning the basics of the instrument that had always inspired her.

“Your mom mentioned that you have a recent diagnosis of aspergers?” She nodded her head unzipping her own guitar and showing it to her teacher.

“I got it a few weeks ago when it was still summer break. We went to Hokkaido to get it in a beach town since my family and found family wanted to go on a small vacation.” The shiny guitar that was in her hands made Shizuko smile softly. It was obvious that everyone in the familial unit that made her heart happy.

“Does that boy that was with you, is he in your found family?” She blushed a bright pink and her teacher couldn’t keep back the cackle of laughter from leaving her.

“Miya is my best friend, I’ve only known him for a few months but he’s… well he’s everything to me. I never had a friend before him really. I was popular enough with my classmates but was never asked to hang out when I wasn’t in class. That was fine with me but I never really thought about how deep down lonely I really was. Loneliness started to get to me and I was depressed every time I would go to school.” As Sakura talked about what she went through during these last few months the sadness in her voice was evident. She had spent the last couple of months just half alive until she met Miya who had brought life and color back into her eyes.

“I’m sorry that happened to you sweetheart, I know that you’ve struggled a lot during the course of your life. Sometimes we just need to wait until the right person comes into your life. I didn’t meet my best friend until I was eighteen and she’s been there for me every step of the way. I only had rent-a-friends during my entire childhood.” Shizuko reasoned and she played with the ends of curly hair with a small laugh.

“He’s easily the best thing that has ever happened to me. We do everything together now and he’s been teaching me skateboarding.” She lifted the guitar that was in her hands and put it over her lap. Shizuko demonstrated the first cord that she would be teaching her and Sakura easily copied the same note. She was instantly feeling the energy that she was actually really good at this job.

“Skateboarding can be very difficult but I know that you must feel very passionately about the art from. It can be a lot of fun actually. My friend’s and I used to do it all the time when we were back in high school. I still skate because it’s rather simple to get from place to place that way.” Shizuko reasoned with the young girl as she showed her the chord again and Sakura hit it with ease. The teacher was surprised at the amount of talent that the girl clearly had for somebody that had never touched a guitar before. It was something that she was just clearly passionate about.

“I was never really able to do it until a friend of mine was able to make me a custom board. I had to have little divots for my feet to go so that I could maintain my balance. I have really bad balance normally so trying to do that on a skateboard was just a plain old recipe for disaster.” Sakura laughed a little bit at the pain of the moment as the timer on Shizuko’s phone buzzed.

“We spent most of the session today learning about each other so that we can better work together through this experience. I know that you’re going to be one of the best students that I’ve ever taken on. I’ll see you again next week?” Sakura nodded her head zipping up her guitar before her teacher stopped her.

“For right now, I think that I should keep the guitar here. It’s probably difficult skating with it right? I can have my sister drop off a rental at your house since she’ll probably be one of your closest friends.” Her teacher reasoned and she handed the sparkly guitar to her teacher.

“Thank you, I’m looking forward to you teaching me as well!” She looked down at her shoes with a small smile on her face. Sakura bowed right before she left the room easily picking up her backpack with a small smile on her face as she heard Miya’s familiar laugh.

“Hey! I finished my session. What did you two get up to?” Sakura flopped onto the ground next to her best friend and he instantly put his arm comfortably around her shoulders. He had missed her despite her only being gone for a small amount of time.

“We were just playing some Crash Bandicoot!! Your friend is really good at video games. How did your first session with my sister go? Was she too hard on you? She can be a lot during first sessions. I try to be a lot more open minded and friendly with my students.” Kayla mentioned off handedly as the pinkette just shook her head.

“No she was actually really, really cool. I liked my studies quite a bit and I’m excited to come back next week. I’m hungry for dinner though, you coming cat-boy?” She lightly ruffled his dark hair as he nodded his head against her shoulder. As much as he knew that she had to make new friends and that it wouldn’t be just the two of them forever and ever he would always be protective over her. She might be her friend but I’ll always be her best friend. Nothing in the world can change that.

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Southern Nights

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, sad!boi dean hours, very slight canon divergence.

Summary: When the British men of letters start killing American hunters, Dean panics for the readers safety.

A/n: had this idea tumbling around in my head for awhile and finally decided to write it. Hope y’all enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! (I also based this off of Flower Power by Greta Van Fleet so go and give it a listen!)

Things had not being going smoothly to say the least. Not smoothly at all.

Taking a deep breath Dean rested his body weight against the drivers side door of Baby, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he waited for Sam to finish up his phone calls. Thirty minutes ago they had walked out of the morgue from seeing Eileen's body and now apparently their mother was missing.

“Are you done yet?” Dean sighed, holding up his wrist to check his watch impatiently. The only answer he got from Sam was a finger being held up, telling him to give him another minute.

Another groan and Dean was letting his head fall back against the roof of the car. A minute later he heard Sam saying his goodbyes followed by a click and he was lifting his head up again.

“Well?”

“So, yeah- I’ve finished calling around about all the hunters who’ve died in the past few weeks. And um-“

“And um what?”

“They’ve all had years of experience. If this really is the British men of letters, I think their trying to wipe out American hunters.” Sam explained, watching Deans face for a reaction. The older Winchester pinched the bridge of his nose,eyes squeezed shut, no doubt frustrated with the whole situation.

“Oh well that’s just fan-freakin-tastic.”

Another few seconds past and then Deans eyes snapped back open, Jade irises now wide as he pushed himself away from the car.

“Shit, Y/N.”

Immediately understanding where Deans mind was going, Sam was already rounding the side of the vehicle to get to the passenger door. “When was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know, four weeks ago- maybe five?” Dean spoke quickly, yanking open his own door and quickly sliding in, keys already in the ignition. “Try calling her. We need to make sure she’s alright.”

Tapping furiously at his screen, Sam nodded as he pressed the device to his ear. “Already on it.”

Dean was back on the road and driving before he even had a destination, his eyes darting between the asphalt and Sam as he waited for an answer.

“Anything?”

Shaking his head, Sam pulled the phone a away from his ear, flinching when Dean let out a string of curses. “Damn it, here-“ taking a hand off the wheel he fished his own phone out, tossing it across the seat towards his brother. “Try mine.”

The hunter waited in agonizing silence for another minute or so before Sam shook his head once more. “Nothing again.”

It took everything in Dean not to hit his head against the steering wheel in frustration in that moment. He needed to know that you were safe. That you were still alive and well. “Fuck- okay. Um, try calling Jody. She might know where she is.”

You and Dean were complicated to say the least. The two of you had crossed paths and become friends a lifetime ago and nothing had ever been the same since. It was easy to see by anyone that You and Dean had feelings for each other, but even after years of friendship neither of you had ever truly acted on it. Sure there were the knowing glances and smiles, and the occasional instance where the two of you found your fingers tangled together, but that was it. No more. No less. Probably because internally you both knew that this life wasn’t made for romance.

But that didn’t stop Dean from loving you. Not at all.

Dean focused his eyes back on the paint strips in the center of the road, trying to ease himself. It wasn't unusual for you to go radio silent for weeks on end. You had a busy schedule, never quite standing still enough to catch a breath before rushing off on another case, but with everything happening, Dean was worried.

Dean considered you to be a wild, energetic type. You were the type that loved diving head first into anything you found interesting. Sometimes you decided to learn a new language just for the hell of it or pick up a random hobby like archery. There was something about moving that you had always loved. You were drawn towards instability the way magma's drawn through cracks in the earth. Even when you were younger, you had had a quality that sucked people in, made people flock to you as if you were some emissary from the land of glamour. (Dean knew that truth though, you like most hunters came from a shrinky dink town in the middle of nowhere USA. . . The farthest thing from glamour.) Dean remembered when they had first found the bunker and offered you to stay with them. You had hissed a little through your teeth, before politely declining. Sure, you stopped in every once in awhile and stayed a week or two but never longer.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched as Sam talked softly to Jody on the phone, his brother letting out light hums and nods as he jotted some stuff down on the back of an old fast food napkin. A moment later he was thanking the sheriff and hanging up.

“She got anything?”

“Kind of. She says she hasn’t heard from her in a few weeks either, but last time she checked Y/N was hunkered down in some place outside of Fairhope, Alabama. She had been working a rugaru case but that was the last she heard of her.” Sam explained with a light shrug.

“Okay, alright.” Dean nodded, glancing back over at his brother. “What do you have written down?”

“An address. Jody said if we go looking for her to start here. She thinks this is where she was staying.”

Leaning slightly over, he read the messy scribbles on the napkin before nodding and looking at the clock. “Alright, if I gun I think I can get us there by evening tomorrow.”

His brother gave him a solid nod before plugging the coordinates into his phones GPS, and giving him the first set of directions. The only thoughts running the older Winchesters head being please be alive. You need to be alive. Because if the British men of letters found you and did something to you, he would never forgive himself.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *.

Dean managed to hit it spot on because a day and a half later he and Sam were quickly lurching to a stop at the end of an old dirt driveway as dusk began to settle. The sky turning to a deep shade of blue as the sun went down, taking the dusty pinks and oranges of the sunset with it. The first fireflies could be seen through the trees, and Just beyond the house, the grass sloped down to the calm waters of the Mobile bay.

The tires crunched loudly against the gravel before Dean slammed the breaks and threw the impala into park, practically vaulting out of the vehicle at the sight of your car.

“Y/N!”

For the past several hours fear had begun its agonizing and chilling climb up Deans spine and now that he was finally at the end of the GPS route he was terrified of what he might find.

No answer.

Dean was frantic as he and Sam bolted up the steps of the massive front porch, throwing open the old screen door probably with enough force that it should have been pulled from its hinges. “Y/N, Dammit!”

luckily the open layout of the house was easy to navigate and Dean quickly found no signs of forced entry or a struggle. All your stuff was still here though, he recognized your backpack and laptop along with one of your canvas jackets.

That’s when he saw the flicker of firelight just beyond the window, music seeping through a partially open one. Quickly pushing past Sam he kicked open the back door and rushed out.

unfortunately the sound scared the hell out of you and you were falling out of your hammock, hand flying to your chest as if to stave off a heart attack.

“What the fuck?!’

“Y/N!” Instant relief rushed over Dean at the sight of you unscathed before him, sitting startled in the grass, the firelight from the pit giving you a sort of glow. . . but that feeling was quickly ripped away and replaced by anger as he clenched his jaw and walked closer. “What the hell Y/N?! You ever heard of picking up a damn phone?!”

On top of being startled to death you now had to add confusion, your eyebrows raising as you pushed yourself off the ground and crossed your arms, watching as the elder brother stormed across the grass, Sam slowly following behind.

“Excuse me?”

“Both Sam and I have been trying to call you! The least you could do is call us back if you don’t pick up originally!”

Holding a hand up in defense you stared down the jade eyed hunter. As surprised as you were to see him, you were beyond confused at his rage. “Woah, calm the fuck down. What the hell crawled up your ass?”

“Do you have any idea what’s been going on these past few days?!”

You gave him one of your famous are you kidding me looks before moving down a step. “I’m sitting in a hammock and drinking, Dean. Does it look like I fuckin know?”

“I was afraid you were dead!”

“Well clearly-“ you gestured time yourself. “I am not, now you mind calming down and telling me what’s going on and how the hell you found me?”

Deans jaw clenched before he sharply inhaled through his nose, whipping around to look at his brother as if saying “can you believe this woman?” As much as he loved you, you could be infuriating at times.

“Only if you tell me why the hell your playing house in some small ass southern town!”

“Fine, fine.”you nodded, raising your hands in defeat. A moment passed before Dean let his shoulders fall and walked closer, only to sink down onto one of the wooden seats of the picinic table, Sam close behind. Leaning against the trunk of the tree besides you, you let an uncomfortable silence fall between you and Dean as he looked around at the surroundings, Sam unfortunately caught in the middle of it.

“Sorry, Y/N. I have no idea why he’s in such a mood.” Sam tried.

“It’s fine, Sam. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with an angry Dean before.” You gave him a small smile before reaching for your glass of peach whiskey.

“Really, Alabama? Alabama?” Looking back towards you, Dean gave you weird look as if judging your taste.

“What? I like the humidity. Plus, this place is quiet.” You shrugged. “Now please fill me in on why you felt the need to track me down and check in on me, because dudes, you’ve never once done that before.”

The two shared a look before Sam let out a sigh, crossing his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. “It’s the British men of letters.”

“Oh fantastic, what do those tea sipping idiots want now?”

“It’s not what they want, it’s what they’re doing.”

Another wave of silence.

“Okayyy. You care to elaborate?”

“They’re killing off American hunters. Hunters with years of experience under their belt. They’ve already killed Eileen, and we think they might have mom.” Dean explained.

“Shit.” You paused, finding the proper words hard to find. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for not keeping in touch. “And you thought-“

“They were gonna come for you next. Yeah.”

“I should have called you guys when my phone broke a few weeks ago just to inform you that you wouldn't be able to reach me that way anymore. I’m really sorry.”

Dean looked like he was on the verge of another fit but luckily Sam caught it and stepped in before anything could escalate. “It’s fine Y/N. What matters is that your safe.”

“I know, I know. I just- I feel bad. You guys are welcome to spend the night here instead of in some cheap motel room, and tomorrow If you want I can help you guys figure this shit out. Get coordinated. It’s the least I can do to make up for being a shitty friend and making you guys worry.”

“If you have enough room we’ll gladly take you up in that offer.” Sam smiled, rising from the bench before pulling you into a hug. “How’d you even come by this place?”

“One of my families old hunting safe houses.” You shrugged, pulling away. “And don’t worry about room. There’s a bedroom and a pullout sofa in the sun room to the back of the house. Perfect amount of space for two grown ass men.”

“Oh no, we’re not taking up your space like that. I can sleep on the floor.” Dean shook his head as he now stood in front of you, the anger and annoyance seemingly gone. (Dean never could stay angry at you for long.)

“Dee, it’s fine. Really. I usually fall asleep in the hammock anyways. I find it more relaxing than any memory foam mattress.”

“Seriously?”

“yeah, seriously.” You shrugged with a light grin. Dean let out a soft chuckle before the two of you fell into silence once more. This time finding it to be acomfort. You both watched as Sam walked back around the side of the house, no doubt heading back to the car for their bags.

“I’m sorry for getting angry earlier. I was jsut super worried-“

“I know, I get it. It’s not the first time you’ve done that.”

You observed as Dean looked down at his hands, the hunter clearly ashamed of his earlier actions. Somewhere in the grass crickets began chirping, a bullfrog adding into the sound every once in awhile. As you watched him you could see the bags under his eyes, the heavy slump of his shoulders. Your usually vibrant Dean wasn't shining like usual.

A deep sigh left your lungs as you found your hand moving to cup the side of his face, his head lifting just enough to see the sad smile on your lips. “You look tired Mo ghraidh.”

Dean let out a soft chuckle at the words (even if after years he had yet to figure out what they meant. Once again, you and your eagerness to learn random languages), his eyes crinkled as he returned the same smile, leaning into your touch. “Oh I am tired.”

“You've been busy.”

“that's a fucking understatement.”

“Well,” You sighed, lightly patting his cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to where your palm had been. “You can tell me all about if over breakfast tomorrow, and then you can get my rundown.”

“sounds like a deal.” He swallowed, almost losing his words as he took you in. The firelight dancing across your skin and making your eyes blaze to life. God, you were beautiful. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Dee.” Your smile slowly grew as you pulled him into a tight hug, feeling him bury his face in your neck. Hugs like this felt like home. It felt peaceful and calm. . .something you hadn't been in a very long time.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, the house eerily silent as he threw back the sheets. Either you and Sam were stealth artists in the morning or he’d slept like the dead. The sunlight made the hunter squint as he trudged tiredly towards the kitchen, his eyes not used to seeing sunlight in the mornings after getting so used to a dark bunker. Sam was seated at the kitchen counter, an empty bowl of cereal next to him as he spoke softly to someone on the phone, probably Jody or Donna.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Sam slightly lifted the phone from his ear. “Y/N poured you coffee. It’s on the table.”

Mumbling a tired thanks, Dean used the heel of his hand to rub at his eyes, yawning as he moved passed Sam to wrap his hand around the mug you had left. It was only when he was sinking down into one of the vacant seats did he let his eyes search the room for you. It was easy to see that you weren’t there though. The only occupants in the house being him and his brother. Slowly sipping on the coffee in his hands he waited patiently for Sam to finish the call. When he hung up he finally allowed himself to speak.

“You seen Y/N this morning?”

“Yeah, I think she’s out back.” Sam grinned over the lip of his own mug as he watched Dean turn his head to look out the back windows. “Surprised the two of you weren’t snuggled up last night with each other.”

“Stop it.” Dean warned, turning again this time to glare at his brother.

“What? Isn’t that how it is?”

“No! And you know it. And don’t give me the whole but so many people can see it crap. You know this lifestyle aint built for romance . . .or whatever.” he muttered the last words before suddenly pushing himself up from his seat once again and heading towards the back door, coffee still in hand. Eager to leave the conversation behind.

in truth Dean wanted nothing more to be with you, Truly be with you. To hold you like you were meant to be held. To tell you he loved you. To drown you in kisses. But this life wasn't built for it. You both knew that, that was why you didn't make any bold moves towards each other. Arms length away meant safety and safety meant living.

In the morning light it was much easier to take in the surroundings, the steps to the back porch ended at the grass before the partially overgrown lawn went down to the waters edge, a weather worn dock leading out onto the blue waters. It took him a moment for his eyes to find you but when he does hes almost taken back. Your laying on the dock, one foot tangling over the water while the other was tucked up, your sunglasses perched on your nose as you hold an open book above you, clearly reading.

It’s a sight to say the least. You look calm. Content even. And that’s a very rare thing to see on you. For as long as Dean has known you, you have always been a person in motion, always busy with something, wether that be pacing the bunkers library nose deep in a lore book or swinging a machete at vamps. It’s a foreign sight to see you doing something that doesn’t involve monsters in any aspect. He pauses for a moment where the grass ends and the dock begins before stepping out onto it, the light creak making you look up from your book as he walked towards you.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Sam told me I would find you out here. You get up early?”

“I’m always up early. You know that.” You smiled, closing your book and dropping it onto your chest. “I’m surprised your up. You looked tired last night.”

“Yeah, well. My sleep schedules kinda fucked already.” Dean sighed, crossing his arms before deciding to sit down next to you.

“You look grumpy. What happened?”

“Sam happened. It’s nothing.”

Swinging your other leg back onto the dock you slowly sat up. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. You wanna talk about it?”

“Oh ho, no way.” He shook his head, leaning back on his palms and tilting his head up towards the sun. 

“Well alright, fine.” You shrugged, You knew when it was a good time to prod and when it wasn't. This was one of the latter.

“What are you doing out here anyways?”

“Reading, what does it look like?” you quipped, popping to your feet before bending down to pick up your book. “plus, I need the sun. Hunters tend to get pale when they only work in the dark.”

“maybe i should lay out her then.”

That got a laugh out of you.

“What?”

“Dude, you lay out here for an hour and its gonna look like you got bitch slapped by the sun. . .no offense.” You joked, holding out a hand to hoist him up.

“Nah, you're probably right.”

“I would pay good money to see that though.”

“You're such an asshole.”

“I know.” giving him a pat on the shoulder you began walking back towards the house, the hunter watching you closely as you retreated.

There was something different out you. The way you carried yourself and the way you spoke. Most people wouldn't catch on but he did. Something was off. He could practically feel it radiating off of you in waves, even if you were acting like everything was normal. You were acting uncommonly lighthearted.

“You said last night you were gonna tell me why you're all the way out here in some small town USA. Care to fill me in?” He suddenly spoke, following you off the dock.

There was silence for a moment, almost as if he caught you off guard. “I told you, it’s a family safe house. I was staying here while hunting the rugaru. Just needed a week to rest up before I headed out again.” You shrugged.

A week to rest up? When Sam has talked to Jody she had said you had been out here for almost five. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you walk up the back steps. There was something else you weren’t telling him.

“You found a new case yet?”

“Oh uh. . . No. No I haven’t.” Shaking your head casually before holding the door open for Dean and stepping inside.

There was his second hint that something was up. You were the type of hunter that was always on their toes, looking for the next case before one was wrapped up. Dean didn’t know how you did it. Sure he could do some cases back to back, but he needed breaks every once and awhile.

“Rugaru case must have whipped your ass, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure did.” You mumble.

Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off when you beat him to it. “Let’s get to work on figuring out how to handle these British bastards, okay?” You gave Dean one of your soft smiles, running a hand through his hair as you passed by and entered the kitchen.

Watching you go, Dean felt a new sense of worry grow in his chest. You weren’t acting like you. Something was eating at you, and the thought of you being in pain broke his heart.

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[honeypwark]

[ You're Important ]

  ↳ N.O era

     ↳ Yeosu goes to get coffee with Namjoon.  She has a run-in with some "fans."  Yeosu talks about Namjoon’s importance to the group.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Namjoon waits at the counter for his name to be called, taking the two cups the barista hands to him with a smile and a thank you.  He takes a sip of the coffee in his right hand, walking through the tables of the cafe until he reaches a booth by the window. Yeosu sits in one side, chin in her palm as she looks out the window at the people passing by.

“Noona,” Namjoon calls to get her attention.

“Oh, thanks,” she says, taking the iced tea he holds out to her.

Namjoon sits down across from Yeosu and her gaze goes back out the window.  They both sip from their respective drinks.  Yeosu sighs and leans her elbows forward onto the table, holding her iced tea in both hands.

"I know why you asked me here, Joon," she says.

"I just want to make sure you're doing okay," Namjoon says gently.

She smiles at him softly, "I'm fine."

Recently, BTS has gained a little traction.  They've gained more fans and attention, though nothing exponential.  However, they're mostly getting attention for the wrong reason.

People have quite strong opinions on Yeosu that go one of two ways.  One: they believe she has a lot of idol potential but shouldn't be in a boy group, especially one with such hip-hop/badass concepts.  But most people fall into the second category: people who are fans of BTS but seemingly hate everything about Yeosu.  They believe she's untalented and a try-hard.  They judge her for minuscule things and constantly voice their distaste of her.

The second type of people made themselves known a few days ago while BTS was leaving Music Bank.  While trying to maneuver through a crowd of fans to reach the van that would drive Yeosu and the boys home, a girl grabbed Yeosu's wrist and dug her fingers into the soft skin of the inside of her arm.  She'd called her an untalented slut among other colorful insults.  She told her she should leave BTS.  And apparently she'd brought a friend with her because just after she'd called for Sejin, her manager, something cold and thick was poured over her head.  A smoothie.

The crowd went into an uproar but the girls were gone in an instant, replaced by Sejin's firm hand guiding her to the van where the boys were waiting.  The boys were furious, obviously.  Sejin locked the doors just in time to stop Yoongi from jumping out of the van to chase after whoever had done it, who cares if he doesn't know what they look like?  Yeosu showered when they arrived back at the dorm and spent the evening in bed.  Taehyung and Hoseok tried to cook dinner and she was appreciative but not talkative.  The next morning she was up before everyone else as usual and making breakfast as if the day before had never happened.

Still, Namjoon asked her to go to a little cafe he'd read about online with the pretense that she would like it and he needed someone to drive him.  So they sit across from one another now, in a booth up against the window that looks onto the street outside.

"I know that people have been pretty vocal about their opinions of you recently," Namjoon says, "There's been a lot of negative comments.  And then what happened after Music Bank on Saturday..."

Yeosu takes a drink of her tea and sighs again, "If I'm being totally honest, there's some truth to their words.  I get where they're coming from but it's whatever, honestly.

"No, not whatever," Namjoon insists.  "They don't work for the company.  They're not a part of our group.  They don't get a say in whether or not you should be a part of BTS.  Not to mention that they're completely wrong."

"I know that.  I just understand their reasoning."

"Yeosu-“

"I have to use the bathroom.  Be back in a jiff."

Yeosu escapes to the restroom, using those few minutes alone to collect her thoughts and think of how to explain to Namjoon her thoughts on the hate she's been receiving.  She exits the bathroom and starts back toward the booth.

"Hi, are you YB?"

Two boys in school uniforms approach her cautiously.  Yeosu immediately turns her expression pleasant and smiles at them.

"I am.  Are you two fans?"

"Yes," the taller one says.

"Very big fans," the shorter adds.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you," Yeosu says.  She gestures to Namjoon sitting by the window, "If you like BTS, Rap Monster is right there, too."

The boys look back at Namjoon when she motions toward him and they seem almost disappointed to see him.

"Oh."

"What?  Were you hoping to catch me alone?" Yeosu jokes, not entirely sure what to say to their reaction.

"Maybe just with anyone but him," the taller one mutters.

"Excuse me?" Yeosu says.

The shorter boy elbows the taller.

"What is that supposed to mean," she looks at the taller boy's name tag, "Jo Sangin?"

"H-He just meant that- um..."  The shorter boy searches for the right words, "We're part of ARMY that feels that Rap Monster is... a visual hole."

"He's not very handsome and that becomes more obvious being next to someone as pretty as you," the taller boy says as if that's supposed to some sort of compliment.

"We just feel that BTS would be better off without him," the shorter boy finishes.

"Hm."  She looks at the two boys for a few moments then takes a slow breath, "And ARMY would be better off without you two."

Without another word, Yeosu leaves the two boys standing there.  She walks back over to Namjoon, who'd seen her be approached but not heard anything.

"We're leaving," she says, grabbing her purse, rain jacket, and drink.

She doesn't leave any room for objection, immediately marching towards the door.  Namjoon quickly grabs his own rain jacket and drink before rushing to catch up to her, casting a glance over his shoulder at the two schoolboys as he leaves the cafe.  He looks either direction, spotting Yeosu walking dutifully away from the cafe to his left.  He runs to catch up with her, weaving between pedestrians as carefully as he can.

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"It's ridiculous!  Honestly!  Literally don't even get me started on Korean beauty standards. You're seriously so handsome and just because you're not cookie cutter beautiful doesn't mean you're unattractive.  And how can someone who calls himself our fan not realize how important you are to the group?  You're our leader and main rapper.  You're insanely talented and we'd be left out to dry without you.  People outside of the group could never even begin to understand everything you do for us and how important you are.  I just can't understand-"

"You do realize how everything you're saying relates directly back to you, right?"

Yeosu stops mid-rant as Namjoon speaks up.  They'd found their way to a park, donning their rain jackets as it began to drizzle drearily and eventually sitting down together on a bench.  Yeosu just sat in silent anger for a minute, drinking her tea unhappily until Namjoon dared to ask what happened.  She'd told him what the two boys had said about him and then went on to rant about how stupid it all was.  She'd started pacing along the sidewalk in front of the bench.  Luckily the park is empty due to the dismal weather, so no one is here to witness Yeosu's irritation. During her rant, she's unknowingly voiced Namjoon's thoughts about her.

"You're not allowed to turn my words around on me."

"Watch me."

Namjoon sets his coffee cup down and gestures for her to sit on the bench beside him.  She does with a small huff.

"You're important to the group," he says.  "Even if you weren't the most amazing dancer I've ever seen or you didn't have an amazing voice, you're still a fundamental part of BTS.  You take care of all of us and you have to know how much we appreciate you and everything you do.  You are important to the group and there is no basis for people to think otherwise, so don't even consider it."

Yeosu is quiet for a moment.  Then she wraps her arms around Namjoon's shoulders.  He wraps his arms around her middle, the material of their rain jackets crinkling as they hold one another in a hug.

"You know I don't agree with them," Yeosu says.  "I know how lost you boys would be without me."

"We'd eat nothing but ramen and takeout, probably."

"Jin can cook."

"Not like you can."

"It's a hobby."

Namjoon laughs then rests his head in Yeosu's shoulder.

"You know how important you are, too, right?" Yeosu says.  "You may not be mother hen, but we need you.  And you are handsome, even though that's not what's important.  What is important is that you are talented and dedicated and such a good person.  Anyone who says otherwise can deal with me."

"I would never wish a protective Yeosu on anyone."

"You're one of my boys, of course I'm going to be protective."

When Yeosu pulls back, Namjoon ducks his head and wipes at his eyes.

He gestures upwards flippantly, "It's the rain."

"Uh-huh."  She fixes his hair for him, "Sure it is."

[jiminssizzles]

if the world was ending.

Summary: The soulmate system works on your side of the world, only it activates after you turn 20 years old.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst (mixed emotions, really)

Rating: PG

Warning: None

Word count: 3K+

Author’s Note: This is my first ever commission written for @mindays as part of the ChangesWithLuv project from @ficswithluv! Please don’t hesitate to donate or be a creator. You can find all details at the ChangesWithLuv official post -- click here! For the nth time, thank you to my beta-reader, @minyoongail for trying to give me deadlines. :)

 ~

With messed up hair and dusty clothes, you entered your father's car that he lets you use whenever you go to the university. Your class was supposed to be in the field half an hour ago when a hurricane suddenly struck near the school while your professor was contemplating on what sport you shall do today.

 It has been the fifth hurricane in 2 days. There were thunderstorms too even if it's summer. There were different news about forest wildfires, even tsunamis. It's as if the world is really ending, and you're just waiting for the earthquake to happen.

You turned the radio on and decided to send a message to your parents before driving.

 "If ever you see the hurricane news hitting somewhere near our uni, I'm okay. I'm on my way home."

 After turning the engine on, you found yourself staring at Taehyung and Celine holding each others' hands while walking to Taehyung's car. Both of them turned 20 last year, thus, confirming that they are really soulmates.

 The soulmate system works on your world too. Plot twist? You only get your soulmate scheme when you turn 20. If the world was really ending then you'd be pissed as fuck. You are 19 years old and you are bound to turn 20 tomorrow. You wanted to meet your soulmate at least, right?

 As you drove off, you heard your phone ring and saw Yoongi's caller ID. You answered it and he did not even give you a chance to speak, "Love, are you on your way home? I saw that a hurricane hit near you." You smiled, remembering how he's always protective and worried for you, "I'm on my way home, love."

 Yoongi turned 20 a year before you. As much as you want to know what he got as his soulmate scheme, he doesn't want to disclose anything before you come of age.

 You thought about how Celine turned 20 before Taehyung. When she turned 20, she suddenly got a tattoo on her wrist. Taehyung just smiled at her, telling her that he's willing to wait to know if they are really for each other. At the end of the year, Taehyung turned 20, the same tattoo as Celine’s slowly inked on his wrist, making the two of them happy that their heart knew each other even before the universe confirmed it.

 Please let Yoongi and I have that too, you whisper it like a prayer every night. You stopped spacing out when you heard the phone call end. Checking your phone with one hand while driving with the other, you saw that there's no signal. The radio is still working though, so you turned the volume up.

 “Newsflash! Good evening, citizens! As much as we don’t want to bring bad news to you, it was recently confirmed to us that the world is bound to end on the day after tomorrow. It hasn’t been confirmed yet how it will start, although we can already see that it started already, given the natural calamities we’ve been experiencing for days now. We are now just waiting for--..”

 The radio’s signal suddenly went out. You continued driving, not wanting to experience chaos while outside the house. You were almost home when you felt the ground shake, causing you to step on the brakes and stop driving for a while. A loud knock was heard from the window beside you, “Yoongi! What are you doing here?” You asked after opening the car door.

 You took his appearance in. He’s wearing a plain black t-shirt and a baseball cap, beads of sweat are running from his forehead to his chin. “I ran as soon as our phone call was cut. I was so worried that you’d be going home alone. Get in, I’ll drive us home.” He said, trying his best to hide the panic in his voice. Relief washed over him when he saw that you were safe.

 Upon entering the car, you asked him how he found you. He just smiled and told you that he was running on the way to your house when he saw your car. He parked your car in your garage. The ground was still shaking when you got out of the car. Upon entering your house, you realized that your parents aren’t home yet. Yoongi immediately hugged you and whispered in your ear, “If the world’s really ending, then let me just spend the rest of my time with you.”

 You chuckled when you shouldn’t, “I’d love that, Yoongi.” He spun you around and caressed your cheek, his hands moving downwards to check your arms, “Are you hurt anywhere? You were in the field right? Did anything hit you?” You smiled, “No, I’m perfectly fine. Stop being paranoid.”

 He kissed your forehead, “You’re not getting out of my sight for the next hours until tomorrow ends.” Yoongi pulled you to the kitchen and rummaged through your refrigerator. “We will spend the next hours as normal as possible.” You looked at him and nodded while he added, “And I’m going to love you as extraordinary as possible.”

 He quickly went to cook your favorite dish. Staring at him, you can’t help but remember the first day you met him. You were so stressed due to school back then, so you opted to cool down for a while on this new restobar downtown. “Annyeonghaseyo,” a guy as white as sugar greeted you when you entered the restobar. It’s afternoon and the sun is scorching hot. The guy approached you and asked if you wanted an iced drink since the weather is too hot.

 You just nodded in response, not wanting to talk more since you’re in a bad mood. “Noted on your order, ma’am. You can call me, Yoongi, if you need anything else.” He showed you his gummy smile before dashing away. You watch as he prepare your drink, the bad cloud above your head slowly melting away.

 When he came back, he placed the drink in front of you along with tissues to use. You just smiled at him and he slightly bowed. Your eyes went from him to the drink and tissues in front of you. You can’t help but smile when you saw something written on the tissue.

 ‘Hi, I’m Yoongi and I’d like to know you more. Would you mind writing your number on this tissue so I can get it later? :)’

 The two of you risked it from that day onwards, even if you are perfectly knowledgeable that he may or may not be your soulmate.

 “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Your mind drifted back to the present situation and Yoongi. “Which one?” You ask. Yoongi snickered, “You’re thinking about the soulmate thing again.” He said, before settling a plate of your favorite dish in front of you. “What did you get on your 20th birthday? How do you know your soulmate?” You pushed, expecting for him to finally cave in.

 “Why won’t you tell me? Is it because it’s impossible that it will be me?” You ask again. Yoongi ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead for a good 5 seconds, just letting his lips stay on it. “This soulmate scheme can exist or not, and I’ll still know that you are the one for me.” He said, making you cave instead and start eating your food.

 Yoongi just laughed and closed his one eye for a while,“You’re winking at me again.” You voiced out, making him laugh again. “I am not!” Yoongi just smiled to himself. “Few more hours til you turn 20 and I’ll tell you, okay?” He said before standing up again to get you a drink. “Are you my server? Come eat with me, babe.” You said. Yoongi is not the clingy type of boyfriend, but there are days wherein he can’t get his hands off you. You found yourself being pulled to his lap along with your plate of food. “And if my parents come in?” You ask, Yoongi smirking right after.

 “It’s our last day on Earth. Come on.”

 ~

 The two of you spent the whole afternoon cuddling and eating junk foods, Yoongi finally letting go of his strict, clean intermittent fasting. Evening came and your parents walked in on you planting soft kisses on Yoongi’s cheeks, but they couldn’t care less. They just waved at the two of you and went upstairs. You aren’t sure if you saw it right, but you notice the slight opposition on your father’s face, but your mother was quick to pull him away. 

 Yoongi just laughed and pressed his cheek on your lips. “Few more hours and you’re 20! I can’t wa--” His lips suddenly turned into a straight line when you both felt an earthquake. He immediately looked at you and your puppy eyes, “I’m scared.” You admitted.

 Yoongi hugged you tight and rubbed the small of your back, “I got you. Don’t be.”

 ~

 The endless cuddles are reserved for special occasions or for your alone time, but you think that nothing’s going to stop Yoongi tonight. You’ve lost count of the times he kissed your forehead, cheeks and hands. You’ve also lost count on how many times he pulled you into a tight hug and how he randomly says how beautiful you are in his eyes. Lastly, you’ve lost count on how many times he winked at you, which is something you don’t get why he does so much.

 On normal days, the two of you are already happy with just being together while doing your own hobbies. Yoongi loves painting a lot, while you love singing. He often asks you to sing for him while he paints and you always gladly oblige.

 The two of you are staying in your room while you’re busy trying to paint. Yoongi is doing his best to teach you the basics. “It’s sad that I have to learn this and I may not be able to do it tomorrow anymore.” You whispered after completing another stroke. “What makes you say that?”

 “Mom said that an asteroid will hit us in a few hours, and if that asteroid kills us--” Yoongi kissed you full on the lips and when you tried to continue what you were saying, he deepened the kiss. “You were saying?” He smugly asked. “I was just saying that if that astero--” He kissed you again, making the both of you smile while kissing. Pulling away, Yoongi winked again. You decided to tease him more, “Astero--” You said, before he shut you up with another kiss.

 “Stop it, you’re doing this on purpose!” He finally called you out. “I am doing this on purpose.” You said. “Well, mademoiselle, I love your purpose.. and you, of course.” He said with a smile. He stood up and pulled you to stand with him.

 He grabbed your phone from your nightstand and quickly changed the song blasting from your speakers. He returned it to your nightstand and placed both of your hands on his shoulders. You heard the strum of guitar from the speakers and you can’t help but smile when you heard Daniel Caesar’s Best Part playing.

 Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, “You don’t know babe, when you hold me, and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing..” He softly sang while your head rests on his chest and you hold your hands together in his nape. He initiated the slow dancing to the song while he whispers sweet nothings on your ear.

 You felt content, happy and most especially, alive. Nothing will beat the way your heart pounds from your chest whenever Yoongi makes you feel loved than how he usually does. “Where you go I follow,” he sang again and held your two hands for you to part, “No matter how far, if life is a movie,” he spun you around so your back is against his chest while his arms are wrapped around you, “then you’re the best part..” He whispered before planting soft kisses on your cheeks.

 You stared at your picture with Yoongi framed on your nightstand. You thought that if you’re not going to live through tomorrow, at least you have today. As if on cue, your parents opened your room door while carrying a cake.

 “Happy birthday, sweetie!” Your mother beamed before kissing your cheek. Your father, on the other hand, eyed Yoongi before pulling you to a bear hug. “Happy 20th birthday, princess! Thought we should bring the cake now, it’s already midnight.”

 You voiced out your gratefulness for them for everything you have in this life. “Oh come on, don’t do that now, but I love you too, baby.” Your father said as he kissed your forehead. The four of you went downstairs to eat the cake, your father slowly warming up to Yoongi and finally acknowledging that he’s here and he’s not going anywhere.

 As you take your sweet time with your parents, you are unaware that Yoongi can’t take his eyes off you. You ate almost half the cake with your parents and Yoongi when they decided to stand up from the dining table. “You’re 20 now Y/N, I think the two of you should talk.” Your mother gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek. She pulled your father away to give privacy to you and Yoongi.

 You checked your body for any signs of the soulmate scheme, for any tattoo, or mark, anything, you just need anything. Yoongi looks so relaxed and is still staring at you. “Well? I’m 20 now, won’t you tell me what’s your soulmate scheme?” You asked, pouting at the end. He just smiled, “You’re impatient.” You were about to protest when he waved his hands, “Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you.”

 You are staring at him intently when he suddenly winked, “What the heck was that?!” You asked, not knowing if you should laugh or be annoyed. “That’s it? You learned to wink?!” You ask again, frustrated. Yoongi laughed, “How do you think I know where you are all the time?”

 “You developed a...tracker… using your eyes?” You asked again. Yoongi shook his head, “I can see what you see, love. That was how I found you earlier on the road, and how I always come unexpected especially when I see that there’s a problem.” He said, your eyes squinting. You don’t get it.

 “How do you do that?” He shuffled from his seat and faced you properly. “Whenever I close my right eye, I can see what you see.. and love, you don’t know how much you make me happy, because whenever I do that, your line of vision is always on me.”

 “I thought that my second greatest view would be a scenery or watching my favorite movie a hundred of times, but I was wrong. My second greatest view is your own view of the world.” He added, making you blush. “Shut it, you know that I only have eyes for you. So that’s your second greatest view, what’s your first?”

 “You, of course.” He said as if the words slipping from his tongue is something natural for the two of you everyday. “I love you,” You said, pulling him to a hug. “What if I close one of my eyes and it’s not your vision that I see?” Yoongi just smirked at your question. “Damn the universe, then. They can’t do anything about it anyway. It’s our last day.” He answered, earning a giggle from the both of you. “Shall we try now?” He asked and you nodded.

 You were about to close your eyes when you felt a strong earthquake, making the frames hanging on your walls fall down. It didn’t take a minute for you to see your parents running down the stairs, both your father and mother pulling you and Yoongi under the dining table. “What are you two doing standing? Safety first!” Your father directed to the both of you.

 When the earthquake stopped, you took a look at the mess of your house. There were shattered glass, cracked walls and display items sprawled on the floor. Aftershocks are expected so you all went out of the house and walked on the streets. Your parents wanted to go on an open field near your university, saying that in this way, no debris can fall on you. You’re worried sick, but Yoongi doesn’t let go of your hand. You shoot him side glances from time to time and he makes this reassuring smile to comfort you everytime.

 He checked where you are looking and saw that you’re staring at your hands held together, so he held you tighter. “I love you, stop worrying.” He said. You saw your mother walking towards you and held your other hand, “One of my friends said that after the asteroid hits the Earth, this will all be over.”

 “So, it’s not sure if the world will be destroyed?” Yoongi bravely asked. Your mother just nodded, “Don’t lose hope, kids.” She said, before going back to your father's side.

 When you reached the open field, you stared at the sky wherein there’s already a line forming as you stare at the asteroid rushing to hit the ground. You are not sure if it will hit you or some other place in this world, but you’re sure as hell that you want to leave this Earth with Yoongi by your side.

 “Do you want to try it now?” Yoongi asked. You’re still staring at the sky, tears starting to flow. You tried closing your right eye and you saw nothing. Turning your head to face him, panic is evident on your face. “Yoongi, it’s black.. I can’t see anything.” You said.

 “One more, baby, one more.” Yoongi said, encouraging you to try again. You chose to close your left eye now, and you still see it.

 Nothing.

 Darkness.

 You don’t know why your heart is aching when you know that it will not matter if you’re soulmates or not, Yoongi loves you and you love him just as much -- not a soulmate scheme will remove that. You were brought back to reality when you saw people running towards your way, some of them screaming “Sand storm! Sand storm!”

 Yoongi grabbed your hand again to pull you away, “The asteroid struck the Earth already! Let’s go!” You ran with him, although you don’t know where the two of you are heading. You stared at him intently as his lips parted from running for miles, as his head turned to look where you should run to, as his hands never stop to guide you and as he tightens your grip so he’ll never lose you.

 In the midst of chaos, you realized that it’s okay. You are happy with Yoongi and you love him with all of your heart, mind, body and soul.

 Just as when you’re finally letting go, Yoongi tripped on one of the debris, making the two of you stumble on the street. You felt tears flowing from your eyes as the dust made it hurt. “Love, love, don’t cry, come on, get up.” He says, while you feel both of his hands pulling you to stand up. He rubbed a cloth on both of your eyes. “Look at me, look at me, baby. Come on.” He urges you, pulling you to the side so other people won’t bump into you.

 Yoongi kept on blowing your eyes while rubbing it with cloth to help you open them again. The sand storm is slowly stopping and the people are slowing down. When you open your eyes, people are almost quiet and Yoongi’s grip is still firm on your arm. You opened your right eye first and instead of seeing Yoongi in front of you, you saw yourself, your right eye bloodshot from the dust.

 “Yoongi,” you said, your heart jumping in joy at the most difficult time of your life. “Yes? Does your other eye still hurt? I’ll find water to clean it up.” He calmly said, his breathing still ragged from the running. “No, no.. I’m okay.” You said, not wanting to let go of him. “Don’t go. I have something to tell you.” Yoongi looked at you quizzically, his eyebrows furrowing.

 Sighing, you smiled and cupped his face, “I see it too, baby, I see what you see. You are my soulmate.”

 - end - 

published 06.24.20

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #411

“everybody’s got loaded stories, and i know for a fact everybody sees a bullseye on my back”

Have you ever been to jail? No. Opinion on snow? I absolutely love it! Not big on the slush it leaves behind, though. It gets ugly. What are you best at drawing? Meerkats. Are you scared of going over bridges? Nah. If you had endless energy and stamina, how would you spend your days? Plenty of exercise, lots of exploration with my camera, doing chores much more regularly... stuff like that. What mental or physical space do you go when you want to recharge or relax? I go to my room and watch YouTube. Did you have/use a comfort object as a child (do you continue to have one)? I actually don't remember. Now as an adult, if I go somewhere, my purse is actually like my comfort item in that I like to sit and sort of hug it to feel more secure. When was the last time you said something you regret? What did you say? I'm unsure. What do you tend to get carried away with? New hobbies/interests. It will be like all I care about for a long while, ha ha. Do you believe we have souls; do you believe in a life after death? Yes to both. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Ugh, yes, and it's the absolute worst. What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid? We had those Flintstones ones for a while, but for most of my childhood, we had gummy vitamins. Have you ever gone to court? Well, yes, but not for like your ordinary court hearing. While hospitalized on one occasion, a lawyer visited to speak to the patients informing us that we could argue against our discharge dates if we believed we were going to be committed for too long, which I thought I was, so I signed up to bring my case in front of a judge. So yeah, I've been to court, but not for ordinary reasons. Are you friends with your neighbors? "Friends," no. The people to our left like just moved out, and I don't even know if we've ever been outside at the same time as the family on our right. Favorite color? I like baby pink. How long has it been since you’ve seen The Lion King? I saw the CGI remake when it came out, if that counts? I don't know about the original. When did you last hold hands with someone? Sometime when I was at my sister's house, my niece grabbed my hand to drag me somewhere, ha ha. Have you ever had a crush on your sibling's friend? No. Have you ever gone to a beach? Multiple times. How good is your eyesight? It is very, VERY bad. I need new glasses severely. What’s the best wedding you’ve been to? My former dance teacher's. Have you ever had a negative encounter with the police? What happened? No. What’s your favourite thing to cook/bake? Do you eat it often? I don't do either. How do you flush the toilet in public? I generally use my elbow. I don't like standing on one leg, so I don't really use my foot like I'd prefer. Favorite horror movie? Silent Hill is dearest to me overall just because of what it is, but as a horror film, I think the original Blair Witch Project is best. Do you have your wisdom teeth? X-rays have only ever shown two are present, but I have enough space for those. What would you name your pet snake if you had one? It would depend on their appearance. The snake I have currently is named Venus because her coloration is similar to the planet. Do you like peanuts? Only when covered in chocolate. Where do you typically shop for bras and underwear? Do you tend to keep it simple, or have a variety of different items? Have you ever gotten a professional bra fitting? I don't get new undergarments (or clothes in general) frequently, but historically, my bras are bought online and underwear just from Wal-Mart. I don't really get the second question? I mean I don't have a style when it comes to those types of clothes, if that's what you mean. I've never had an actual bra-fitting, but I absolutely need to but keep putting it off. It seems like NO bra fits me properly all-around, and it's ridiculously annoying. What (if any) types of xrays/scans/other diagnostic tests have you had done? Was anything found? Idk man, a lot. I've had xrays on my wrist (found a fracture), teeth, legs... maybe more? I've also had an ultrasound on my liver for reasons I don't recall. I either had an MRI or CT scan (I can't remember which) when I got a concussion, and uhhhh... I can't think of anything else. Were you breast or bottle fed as a child? If you plan to have children, which do you think you’ll choose? Do you think one is really better than the other? I was nursed, and if I hypothetically had children, I'd definitely try to do the same. It was so incredible to me that I've never forgotten this: when I was at the hospital while my sister had her first baby, there was a chart on the wall of how many more nutrients were in breast milk versus formula milk, and the list was GARGANTUAN. Like, unbelievable. Now, do I think it's BETTER? That's a complicated question for which, in short, my answer is no. More nutritious, well, given what I just said, obviously. But breastfeeding just doesn't work for all mothers for a plethora of reasons, like the time demand, they can be self-conscious, it's painful... and all those things are okay. A mother should do what works best for her. Neither one is "wrong" or makes someone less of a mother because they feed their child less traditionally. Do you find that you have become more selective in terms of friendships as you’ve gotten older? Did the friendships you thought would last over time end up that way? Absolutely. There are just some kinds of people I absolutely do not tolerate anymore. And no, not most. We just drifted apart with time, or given most of my closest friendships are/were online, they just fell off the face of the earth. What are you doing right now? This and re-watching John Wolfe play Bloodborne. Bloodborne is such a comfort series to me... somehow, ha ha. Yet another game I've never played but desperately want to. Where are you? In my bedroom, as always. When you get yelled at, do you yell back or let it go? Depending on who it is, I might yell back, but most likely cry, ha ha. I hate being yelled at, like a lot. Is the person you last texted single? That would be my mom, so yeah. I've hoped she'd find a partner forever... She, probably more than anyone I know, deserves love from the *right* guy. I worry a lot how lonely she may become whenever I move out. Are you easily scared by horror movies? Not at all. Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriends? Girt and Sara, yes. Are you lonely? Be honest. Very. What has made you happy today? It's too early for this. What has made you sad today? Nothing, really. Last thing eaten? I had leftover pancakes from yesterday. Are you wearing anything that’s not yours? No. Do you like to wear makeup? I mean it makes me feel prettier, sure, but the actual time investment doesn't feel worth it for me personally. Especially when you're not even that good with applying it. Have you ever attempted to write a story or novel? Many times when I was younger. Would you rather have perfect hair or perfect skin? Perfect skin. I hate my skin, it has so many blemishes. What’s your middle name? Marie. How big is your bed? Queen. Do you drink? Only a bit for special occasions, really. I'll have a daiquiri on your average day every once and a blue moon. Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life? That's an understatement. Do you prefer pasta, salad, or coleslaw? Pasta. I hate coleslaw. Do you find smoking unattractive? Yes. Where’s the last place you went besides your house? The TMS office. Do you eat breakfast daily? Yes. Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater? My dad. Do you like your cell phone? No, but it gets the job done. I just wish I had a phone with a good camera. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. So, what if you married the last person you kissed? That's the dream, but I acknowledge and accept it just might not work out like that. Do you usually answer your texts? Almost always. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes. Who has seen you cry the most? My mom, for sure. Have you ever just laid down outside and stared at the stars? Yeah, Jason and I did that one night on the trampoline. Have your friends ever randomly stopped by your house? In the past, yes. Think to the last person you kissed; have you ever kissed them on the ground? No. Do you have a condom in your room? No, got no use for one. Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? Yes. What brand is your digital camera? Canon. Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? No; I really don't get the point. When was the last time you went tanning? Ew, never. I find NO appeal in just lying in the boiling sun. Do you like the smell of fresh cut grass? No, I hate it. Do you get embarrassed easily? Like you would not fucking believe. It's one of the things I hate most about myself, because I'm embarrassed about everything I like and what makes me me. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party? No. Do you always wear your seatbelt? Absolutely. You couldn't pay me not to. Do you sing in the shower? No. Have you ever been called a slut/whore/something along those lines? Only playfully among friends. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly/didn't even know? Yes. Have you ever fallen in love with a really good friend of yours? Yes. Do you own a blacklight? No. Do you like fruit better than vegetables? Definitely. Have your friends met the last person you kissed? Of my current friends, only Girt has. If you’re straight, have you ever thought about kissing the same sex? If you’re gay, have you ever thought about kissing the opposite sex? I'm bisexual, soooo. What does your laugh sound like? Do you have a loud laugh or a quiet laugh? Bro my laugh is so fucking loud and obnoxious. Is there a reality TV show you would consider taking part in? No.

[thebluenoteblog]

and i will give you everything | part one

Summary: You meet Tyler in a bar and spend the night together. Though you have no idea who he is, just looking at him has your brain screaming ‘run’. Little do you know that the first night was just the beginning of a much longer story you would share with him.

Player: Tyler Seguin

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Smut, cursing

You were two drinks in and halfway people watching from the mirror in front of you. It was a favorite hobby of yours. You loved to pick a person and assign them a name, a personality, hobbies, and a life based on what you saw. Your current victim? His assigned name was Dustin. He was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and a camouflage baseball hat to complete the look. He sat leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide with a beer resting on his knee.

You imagined that his Tinder bio was ‘Country boy stuck in the city’. He’d probably never been outside of the city in his life, but he drove a lifted truck and acted like he was the shit because of it. Dustin listened to exclusively country music. He had a deer head hanging in his house that he didn’t kill because he’d never been hunting in his life. His dad killed the deer, you decided. His dad was probably raised out in the country.

You lifted your beer to your lips and were about to shift your attention to one of Dustin’s friends when a gust of warm air washed over you. You turned you head toward the door and you immediately decided to scrap Dustin and his friends.

This new man was so much more interesting.

He paused inside the door and looked around the bar, lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his long dark hair. Your eyes followed his tattooed arms as they moved. Hunter. You’d call him Hunter. You averted your eyes to the mirror and watched him move to the row of barstools.

The bar wasn’t that busy, there were a few groups of people, but he had his choice of seats. He sat down on a stool a few spots down from you and you frowned but hid it by taking a sip of your beer. The bartender made his way over to him and Hunter ordered some beer that you hadn’t ever had before. He had an accent. Canadian maybe? Definitely not from Dallas.

He crossed his arms and leaned them on the bar as he waited for his drink. You continued to watch him in the mirror and decided that he was a personal trainer. He worked in a gym, maybe owned his own. He definitely owned his own gym. He rode a motorcycle. He had that air of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ about him that when paired with those looks that made you think that he had never had a serious relationship in his life.

The bartender set his drink on the bar in front of his folded arms and Hunter thanked him and raised the bottle to his lips. You watched his throat move as he swallowed. His Tinder bio was probably something like ‘If you aren’t down for a good time, swipe left’. He looked like he would be a really good time.

You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t catch him shifting his eyes toward you in the mirror. You usually would have noticed and averted your gaze to your drink or the bottles lining the shelves, but he had you so distracted that you didn’t notice his attention shifting to you.

Your eyes met in the mirror and he held your stare as he brought the bottle back to his lips. There was an air of danger in his eyes. Not the ‘I’m going to get murdered in an alley’ kind of danger. It was more of the ‘I need to abort mission before I get my body and heart destroyed by this man’ kind of danger.

You broke eye contact first, looking down at your hands wrapped around your beer. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hunter set down his bottle, lift his hat and run his fingers through his hair. You chanced a glance up in the mirror to find him still staring at you.

This time you didn’t look away. You didn’t have time before he stood up from his stool and moved to take a seat beside you. Your heart raced. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to meet the people you had assigned personalities to. Especially not the ones who looked like walking, talking, time bombs.

A minute of silence passed before he spoke, “So,” he said, “did you catch that Stars game tonight?”

You frowned. Sports fan. You looked closely at his hat and noticed now that he was sitting closer, the logo looked to be for a sports team. You should have picked up on that. “I’m not going to lie to you,” you responded, “I haven’t watched a hockey game since I was about ten years old.”

Something lit up in his eyes and he said, “I’m Tyler.”

“(Y/N),” you said, twisting your bottle in your hands. You knew his real name now. Very far from Hunter. Tyler suited him. It was better. He brought his beer to his lips again, then set it back down on the bar, “You aren’t from around here, are you?”

He smiled, it wasn’t exactly directed at you. It seemed more like he was smiling at whatever the question made him think of. “I’m from Ontario. What gave it away?”

“Accent,” you stated, shrugging as you took a sip of your drink.

He chuckled lightly, “I’m surprised you picked up on it. It isn’t that strong.”

“I’m observant,” you said. When your favorite hobby was trying to tell a person’s story with as little information as possible, you learned to pick up on the smallest details.

He nodded, leaning an elbow against the bar and angling his body toward you. “So am I,” he said. “I observed that tattoo on your wrist. What does it say?”

You glanced down at the tattoo on the inside of your right wrist and flipped your hand over, showing him. “It’s a sibling tattoo. My brother, sister and got them together. Mine says baby sister.”

He pointed to just above his collarbone, “I have matching tattoos with my sisters too.”

You smiled, “You have sisters?”

He nodded, “Yeah, two of them.”

“Do they live here or in Ontario?” You asked him.

He glanced sideways over your shoulder, then back at you. “Ontario. My whole family lives there. They visit a lot though.”

“It’s nice that they get to come down and see you, at least,” you said. You lifted your beer to your lips and took another drink. This time you finished it and set it down. You frowned at the now empty bottle and sighed as you moved to get the bartenders attention.

Tyler beat you to it, holding out a hand. The bartender was there in a second, “What can I get for you?” He asked.

Tyler nodded his head toward you, “Whatever she wants, put it on my tab.”

You frowned at him. Here came that danger part that you had pegged him for. You may have been wrong about his name and you may have failed to notice that he was representing a sports team with his hat. However, you were unlikely to believe that you were wrong when you had declared him a danger to women everywhere.

That was not what you needed in your life.

But dear god, did you have a habit of getting caught up in exactly that.

You ordered your drink and it appeared in front of you faster than you’d ever had a drink delivered in your life. “Can I get you anything else?” The bartender asked.

Tyler shook his head, “Thank you.”

He made his way to customers at the other end of the bar and Tyler turned back to you. “So, what about you? Are you from around here?” he asked.

“Born and raised,” you said proudly. “I don’t think I’d ever move away. Travel a bit maybe, but I’ll always come back.”

He nodded, “I get it. Home is home. I left when I was pretty young though, so I guess it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Why did you leave so young?” You asked, tilting your head and furrowing your brows. You couldn’t imagine having moved out of your parents’ house before you were twenty, let alone leaving the town or the country.

He frowned and stared at his beer, moving to balance it on his knee, which was turned toward you. “I had goals to accomplish.”

“Did you accomplish them?” you asked, genuinely curious now.

He nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He looked back up at you, “What about you? Do you have any big goals that you were out to achieve?”

You smiled fondly at the thought, “I want to get a book published. I haven’t quite gotten there yet.”

“One thing I’ve learned is that if you work hard, anything is possible,” he said. “You’ll get it if you want it badly enough.”

“That was so cheesy,” you said, laughing a little and looking down at your hands.

He shrugged, “I believe it though.”

You glanced up through your lashes at him and your eyes met. There was that danger. That surefire look in his eyes that made this voice in the back of your head scream ‘Red alert! Abort mission! T minus X amount of time before this man ruins your life if you let this continue!’. That being said, you had a horrible habit of ignoring your better judgment.

Your eyes stayed locked for longer than they should have and neither of you said anything. Finally, he cleared his throat and broke the silence, “Are you any good at darts?”

You grinned, “I bet I could totally kick your ass.”

He laughed, a huge amused laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

You stood up at the same time at him and you found yourselves standing with just centimeters between you. He was taller than you had realized, or maybe it just seemed that way now that he was towering about a foot above you with your chest almost brushing his. You looked up at him and he swallowed before moving away from you.

As you made your way over to the dart board, he rested a hand on your lower back. You walked past Dustin and his friends and noticed their eyes on the two of you. It wasn’t you they were looking at though, they were watching Tyler. One of them leaned forward and whispered something to another as you walked past, all you caught was the word, “Hockey”. You glanced over at Tyler to see if he had noticed their odd behavior, but he was staring straight ahead, no look of recognition on his face.

You shrugged it off as you arrived at the dart boards on the other side of the bar. He dropped his hand and grabbed the darts, handing yours to you. “Best two out of three?” He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, turning to face the board, “I mean if you don’t think you can beat me the first time around then yeah, I guess.”

He nodded his head while he laughed at you, “You’re cocky for someone who has no idea what they’re up against.”

“Or maybe you’re just underestimating me,” You responded. “I’ll let you go first since you’re so sure of yourself.”

He was still laughing and shaking his head as he moved into position. He threw the dart and it was a good shot, you would admit that. He turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. A challenge. So, he was competitive. This was something to file away for sure. You couldn’t help yourself, you smiled sweetly and said, “Cute.”

He huffed and turned back around, throwing the rest. He did well, but you knew you could do better. You grew up with a dart board in your basement. You had been determined to compete with your dad and your brother for the position as the top dart player in the family since you were six years old.

Your first dart hit the center of the board. You turned to Tyler and raised an eyebrow. He frowned at you for a second before forcing himself to smile. “Cute.” You laughed and turned back to the board. When you finished throwing, it was safe to say that you won.

“Do you still want to go two out of three?” You asked him. He was frowning with his arms crossed.

“Of course, I do. I’m not just going to admit defeat,” he said.

You won again.

He was halfway pouting as you took your seats back at the bar, “I bet I would beat you at pool,” he said. “Hardly anyone beats me.”

“I bet you would beat me too,” you said as you lifted your beer to your lips again, finishing your third for the night. “I’m horrible at pool.”

He grinned, “We should definitely play then. I have a pool table. I’ve got a ping pong table too.”

You tilted your head, “I don’t know, I’m pretty good at ping pong, you might not want to risk losing again.”

He laughed, “I promise not to throw the paddle.”

“Well I would hope not,” you said, “You’d be breaking your own stuff.”

“Like you’ve never gotten mad and broken something?” He said, though it was more of a question.

You giggled and covered your face with your hand, “I’m really going to plead the fifth on that question.”

“That just makes me want to know even more,” he said, leaning forward toward you. “Come on. It sounds like a good story.”

“It sounds like an incriminating story,” you said, moving closer to him. “I don’t need any more people knowing about it than already do.”

He frowned, “I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

Eventually. What was his game plan here? He looked like the classic ‘love them and leave them’ type. There would be no eventually. There would be tonight and that was it. You would probably go back to your house. He would be gone the second you fell asleep. You would never see him again.

But he’d said something about having a pool table at his house and playing ping pong with you. So, what was his game plan? What was he doing? This was why guys like him were so dangerous.

You shook your head, “That would take a while.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” he said, “I don’t give up easily.”

He pulled away, putting some distance between the two of you and brought his beer to his lips, finished it, then set it down on the bar. “We’re both out. Do you want another one?”

“No,” you sighed, leaning back. “I should stop while I’m ahead.”

He grinned, “Whatever you say, (Y/N).” It was the first time he’d used your name and it made your stomach flip. Maybe the alcohol had hit you harder than you thought it had. “Do you want to come back to my place? We can play some ping pong.” He nodded his head toward the pool table in the center of the room, “Pool is no fun if we know that I’m going to win.”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and watched as his eyes drifted down to your mouth. “I guess I’m not opposed to that.”

Tyler pulled out his wallet and held out his card. The bartender dropped was he was doing was grabbed it. “Run her tab too,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, already in the process of digging your wallet out of your purse.

He waved you off and the bartender ignored your protest as he ran the card then handed Tyler two checks and a pen. You weren’t snooping. You just happened to catch out of the corner of your eye that he left an insanely large tip for what combined to be a $30 bill.

You eyed him as he pushed the receipts and the pen across the bar. He definitely wasn’t some small business owner like you had suspected. Looks like you had been off the mark again. He stood and smiled at you, “Ready to go? I’ll drive. You’ve had a few.”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought ahead to the point that you would be trapped in a house without your car with a man you had just met an hour ago. He seemed to notice the battle raging inside your head and he gave you a kind smile, one that contrasted so deeply with the image you had been building of him as this man who destroyed women’s hearts as a hobby. “I’ll bring you back to your car whenever you want.”

You relented. Who were you kidding, you had never been the poster child for good decision making anyway. Why start now? With full knowledge that your sister was going to kill you for this when you filled her in the next morning, you nodded and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”

He placed a hand on your lower back as he led you out of the bar, and you would swear that you could feel the eyes of Dustin and his friends on your backs as you left.

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There was a part of this story that you were missing. Usually when given so many pieces of a puzzle, you would fabricate something. However, now that you knew his name, where he was from, how young he was when he left home and how many siblings he had, it felt weird to speculate on why you were pulling up to a massive house in a ridiculously expensive car. Now that you had two more pieces to this puzzle, the large tip seemed a little less strange.

You had paused and stared at the car when he walked up to it and opened the door for you. You’d raised your eyebrows as if to ask, are you joking? And he had just shrugged his shoulders and grinned at you. Proud. He was proud of his car.

Now he was unlocking his front door and pushing it open. As soon as the two of you stepped inside, three dogs came sprinting into the entryway. All labs which made you smile. You dropped down to your knees and scratched behind the ears of the yellow lab that was trying desperately to fit in your lap.

“Gerry,” Tyler chastised him, “You aren’t a puppy anymore, you don’t fit!”

“Oh,” you said, reaching out a hand to rub down the back of the chocolate lab that was trying to lick your face, “Labs are my favorite animals. I like dogs, but I love labs.”

He reached down to scratch the chin of the black lab, “Technically they’re the same thing.”

“They aren’t though,” you said. “You obviously know that. That’s why you have three of them.”

“You’ve got me there,” he said. “Come on boys, outside.”

You frowned and stood up, following him as he walked through the house to the back door. He opened it and ushered the dogs outside. “Go on. Don’t look at me like that, Marshall. I’ll feed you later.”

The chocolate lab turned and walked off into the back yard, following his brothers. “They’re cute,” you said.

“They are,” he responded as he pushed the door closed and turned to face you. “Ping-pong?”

“Do you want to risk losing again?” You asked.

He smiled, “I’ll take the chance. This way.”

You followed him through the house and ended up in a home gym that also contained a ping-pong table. He picked up a paddle and handed it to you, “Loser takes a shot of fireball?”

“Deal,” you said, “This is a little unfair though because I’ve already had three drinks and you’ve only had one.”

He grinned, “You better win then.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You lost.

“Best two out of three!” You protested, picking the ball up off the floor.

He shook his head, laughing. “Not a chance. Terms are decided before the game starts. Bottoms up.”

“You’re just bitter because I beat you at darts,” you said, tossing the ball at him. He batted it away with his hand. “I let you go two out of three, it isn’t my fault that you suck to badly to beat me.” He smiled, and he looked more amused than anything.

“I’m really okay with it, we’re even now.”

You put a hand on your hip, “Not we aren’t, I beat you twice.”

“You’re taking the shot, you lost fair and square.”

A few minutes later you were standing in his kitchen and he was pouring out a shot for you. He slid it across the island to you. “Did I mention that I hate fireball?” You asked, “I’ve had some pretty bad experiences with it.”

“Man up and take the shot,” he said.

You huffed, “I never said I wouldn’t. I just said that I don’t like it.”

Before he could say anything else, you threw back the shot then set the glass back on the counter. You wrinkled your nose as you refocused your eyes on him. “Are you satisfied?”

He was staring at you, palms leaned on the counter. “Something like that.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Feign innocence. That was a safe bet. Pretend you had no idea that he brought you here for sex. Pretend that you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you, those brown eyes even darker now than they had been in the dim light of the bar.

He maintained eye contact with you as he walked around the island, coming to a stop in front of you. The way he moved so slowly without taking his eyes off of you reminded you of a something big and scary stalking its prey in the best possible way. Your breath hitched when he came to a stop in front of you. With just inches between you, each with one hand on the island, he noticed.

The corners of his mouth turned up. When you looked into his eyes you saw it again. It was there, clear as day. That danger that screamed ‘Run! Run for the hills!’ but when moved his hand from the countertop and ran it up your arm, settling it on your neck, you didn’t run. You let your eyes drift closed as he leaned down to kiss you.

Just before your lips met, a set of paws jumped on the door. You both startled, then laughed. He whispered, “Fucking dog,” with his hand still on your neck and his face close enough to yours that you could feel his breath when he spoke.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, “You should probably let them in. They’ve been out there for a while.”

He sighed but straightened up anyway, removing his hand and taking a step back from you. You immediately missed having him so close. “They’re so spoilt,” he said. “It’s like fifty-five degrees outside and they have fur. The weather is perfect.”

“They would rather be with you,” you said. “They’re labs. They’re attention whores.”

He laughed as he walked out of the kitchen and around the corner to let the dogs into the house. “Come on in boys. You already ruined the fun.”

The dogs came barreling into the house and ran straight for the couch where they all laid down. Gerry grabbed a toy along the way and sat there chewing it, squeaker going off at about the same rate that your heart had been beating when Tyler was about to kiss you. Tyler walked over to the couch and pulled the toy away from him, “Sorry, Gerry.” He said, “That’s not happening right now.” He grabbed a toy shaped like a tire off the floor and tossed it to him. “Here, play with this.”

Gerry looked betrayed but accepted the peace offering.

Tyler put the squeaky toy up on the mantel and walked back over to you. “I’m sorry. They’re my kids.”

Fuck. Why was he so… likable? It was just another thing to add to the list of reasons he was so dangerous. You quickly reminded yourself that after tonight, you would probably never see him again and it wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t have the time to fuck with your head or your heart. He could have your body for one night, that’s all you were giving him, that’s all he would ask for.

He closed the distance between you. Without saying anything, he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you against him. You looked up at him slowly, taking in his tattooed bicep and his broad shoulders along the way. His hand drifted around to the small of your back and for the first time you realized how large they were.

You wondered what he could do with them.

That thought had you biting your lip to keep yourself from asking him to show you. He reached his free hand up and with the pad of his thumb, pulled it free. Tyler moved his hand to the back of your neck and he leaned down to press his lips to yours.

The kiss started slow, just a brush of his lips over yours. Then you swiped the tip of your tongue over his lower lip and he hummed as he pulled you tighter against him. He deepened the kiss and he tasted like whatever beer it was that he had been drinking earlier. He nipped at your lower lip and you reached your hands up from where they were tucked against his chest to wrap around his neck.

When his slipped his tongue inside your mouth, you ran your fingers up into his hair, knocking his hat off and onto the floor. He pulled back, moving his hand from your neck to rest on your arm. You frowned, “Are you that attached to your hat? Because I like the hat, but I really like your hair.”

He chuckled, “No, no,” he said, “It’s just…” he looked over his shoulder at where there were three pairs of dog eyes fixed on the two of you, “Like I said, they’re my kids. This is weird.”

You laughed, “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

Tyler nodded, “Preferably.”

He started to walk toward the stairs, then paused and ran back to where you’d been standing to pick up his hat off the floor. You threw back your head and laughed at him.

“Shut up,” he said, bumping your shoulder lightly as he walked past you, “I like this one.”

You followed him up the stairs and before you made it to a room, he turned around and grabbed you. His lips were on yours and you were pinned up against a wall. You had your hands up and on the back of his neck, holding him against you as soon as you registered what was happening.

He lowered himself and lifted your leg up around his hip. You got the hint and wrapped both legs around his waist. He straightened up and made his way down the hallway, never breaking contact with your lips.

He kicked a door open and then kicked it shut again after he’d carried you through it. You didn’t open your eyes or pull away from his lips to look around the room, but you figured out that you were in a bedroom when he laid you down on a bed.

You kept your legs wrapped around his waist, preventing him from pulling away. You moved your lips to the side of his mouth, brushed them across his cheek, then scrapped your teeth over his beard. He groaned and lifted you, moving you up the bed and laying your head on the pillows.

You were pretty sure he wasn’t pulling away at that point, so you unlocked your legs. His hand slid under your shirt, pushing it up over your stomach. He pulled away and you successfully resisted the urge to whine. He pulled you up and continued to pull on your shirt. You lifted your arms and he pulled it over your head. He made a move to push you back down, but you resisted and ran your hands under his shirt and over his stomach. He yanked it off and tossed it to the side, then tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth back to his.

You wanted a chance to look at his tattoos, but you would take this too. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra with one hand, danger, and pulled back to toss it off the bed in the same direction that he had tossed his shirt. He lowered you back to the pillows and trailed his mouth down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping at the skin. Every time he did your breath hitched.

He cupped your breast with his hand, his very large hand, and moved his mouth to cover your nipple. You threaded your fingers in his hair and held his head in place and he nipped and sucked. Despite your hand holding him in place, he moved to your other breast and did much the same thing.

He dipped his head between your breast and then trailed down your stomach while looking up at you through his eyelashes. He looked devious, and it was really doing it for you. He reached the button of your pants and stared at you for a moment. Waiting so see if you would stop him? Building suspense? It was hard to tell.

He pulled your pants off and they joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. When he sat up to pull off your pants, you got your first good look at him. He was… a work of art. His tattoos were beautiful. His body was amazing. He was looking at you like you meant something even though you knew you didn’t.

Maybe that was why he was dangerous. He made you feel like you mattered when you didn’t.

Tyler pushed your thighs apart and ran his thumb over the black lace covering your pussy. You knew you were soaked and when his eyes snapped up from where his he was teasing you to meet yours you knew that he knew it too. “So wet for me already?”

You swallowed as his words only served to reinforce his point.

He pulled the lace out of the way and ran his rough thumb through your wetness, spreading it up to your clit which he circled. You couldn’t resist the small moan that fell from your lips and as soon as the sound left you he removed his thumb and yanked your panties down your legs before tossing them over his shoulder.

He dropped down, settling his face between your thighs. He nipped at the inside of your thigh, then he moved up closer to where you wanted him and sucked a mark just below the crease of your leg. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his mouth hovering over you as he looked up at you. You could see the spark in his eyes, he was enjoying this. He wanted you to beg.

You weren’t going to beg. At the very least you were going to be a brat about it. “Eat my pussy, Tyler,” you said without hesitation, voice breathless, hand moving to tangle in his hair.

He blinked at you, maybe a little surprised, then grinned and did just what you asked. His licked up your slit and circled your clit then dove back down and licked up more of you. He hummed against you, and said, “So good.”

He wrapped his hands around your thighs and held them tightly. Tight enough that he may leave bruises, but you weren’t going to worry about that when he was flicking his tongue over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hand tightened in his hair and you squeezed your eyes shut when he sucked and ran the flat of his tongue over your clit sending you headfirst into an orgasm.

He licked you until you pushed his head away, then he crawled back up your body and hovered over you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to capture his lips and moaned when he tasted like you. He pushed you back down, but you pushed his shoulder and flipped him over to straddle his lap.

His eyes roamed over your body and his hands followed, ghosting over your sides and landing on your breasts. You pulled away from his hands and he grunted, reaching for you but gave up and laid back against the pillows when he realized what you were doing. You scooted off of his legs and pulled his pants off, they too joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

You ran your hand over the outline of his cock, never breaking eye contact with him as you pulled his boxer briefs down. “Calvin Klein. So cliché of you.” You said softly, pretending that his size wasn’t making you want to scrap whatever ideas you’d previously had and jump on his cock right that moment.

He grunted and grabbed your hand, then moved it to his dick. “Do you just want my hand, or do you want something else?” You asked him.

“Hell,” he said, “If you’re offering I’ll take it.”

“You’ll take what?” You asked.

He grinned, “Put that pretty mouth on my cock, (Y/N).”

You swallowed and did exactly as he had told you. You ducked your head and took him into your mouth. He tangled his hands in your hair and pushed deeper. You put a hand on his thigh and he got the hint, backing off a little.

He watched you and you kept your eyes locked with his through your lashes the entire time. His hand guided your head, keeping you at the pace he wanted. He groaned, “Fuck,” again and you noted that he must really like that word.

He pulled you up and the rolled you off of him and onto your knees. He ran a hand down your back and then he was pulling off his underwear and leaning across the bed to grab a condom out of the night stand. You heard the package rip open and then he was behind you again, with a hand on your shoulder and the other guiding himself into you.

He didn’t give you time to get used to him, but you weren’t complaining. He pushed you down onto your elbows and spread your legs farther. He knew exactly what he wanted. You buried your face in the pillow to stifle your moans and he didn’t like that. He reached around and pulled the pillow away from you. “Let me hear you.”

“Shit,” you said, breathless as you rested your head up on your forearms, “So good.”

He groaned and reached around to circle his fingers around your clit. “Come for me, (Y/N).”

You fisted your hand in the sheets and moaned out his name as you did just that.  Maybe it was his cock, maybe it was his fingers, maybe it was his words, but damn if that wasn’t the best orgasm you’d ever had. A moment later his fingers tightened on your shoulder as he finished.

He paused for a moment and rubbed up and down your back before he pulled out of you and walked into the bathroom. You collapsed onto the bed and buried your face in your folded arms. You needed to leave tonight. You needed to have him drive you back to your car and never see him again because now there were so many clear-cut reasons that you brain screamed, ‘run’ when you looked at him.

Then he came back from the bathroom and awkwardly handed you a damp washcloth, almost like he’d never done it before. You sat up and took it from him, “Thank you,” you said, and he pulled on his underwear before disappearing into the closet while you cleaned yourself up.

He emerged a moment later with a t-shirt in his hand and traded with you, taking the washcloth and tossing it in the hamper. You stared at the t-shirt for a moment before pulling it over your head. Again, you said, “Thank you.”

He nodded and walked around to the side of the bed that you weren’t sitting on and pulled the covers back, “The dogs are going to be so mad that I’m not letting them sleep in here tonight.”

You frowned, “Don’t kick them out all because of me.”

He shrugged, “They’ll get over it.” He rolled onto his side facing you, presumably waiting for you to come lay down with him. Every instinct told you that this was a horrible idea, but his eyes looked so hopeful that you couldn’t say no. You grabbed the pillow from where Tyler had thrown it at the end of the bed and put it back in its rightful place, then laid down beside him.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. Neither of you said anything as you fell asleep.

[normal-thoughts-official]

I think both Magnus and Alec have a big part of their lifes that have nothing to do with eachother. Okey, they are happily married and the live together but anyway... What about their hobbies? What about their own personal projects? Friends/queerplatonic relationships? I want to know who they are, besides of great politic leaders or someone's husband

i mean, i agree. i hate it when ppl reduce magnus and alec to malec or just generally care more about the romantic relationships than the other ones, nevermind bothering to develop other aspects of their lives that are just... theirs

to be fair i feel like we got a reasonable amount of that for them (for shadowhunter’s standarts of giving us content anyway). i mean, less for alec but that kinda makes sense considering that he’s spent most of his life avoiding any kind of close relationships that weren’t with his siblings like the plague and generally being, like, raised in a military based society with the weight of the world on his shoulders and also gay. but i totally agree that we should have gotten more of him getting out of his shell and finding hobbies and friends beyond just a romantic relationship. and for magnus, well, we know that he likes physics and science and studying magic as a whole, and dancing, and we know about his friends aka catarina and ragnor and raphael and dot, we know about his found family and his club and that he likes parties and good food and drinks, travelling, and meeting new people and cultures. you know?

but anyway, other headcanons with little things about their lives:

alec is totally the workout gay who likes fucking, idk jogging every morning and shit, and for some reason i can see him being into mountain climbing???? and magnus is like No Thank You. I Will Do Literally Anything Else because yikes the amount of effort and sweat and it’s just generally unpleasant. magnus is far from being sedentary, but also, no. yikes

he’s more into taking long walks in nice places and admiring the view and shit like that and he’s all like “isn’t it great? :)” and alec is like “haha yeah how far are we” because he’s just... goal-oriented and when he’s doing sports he likes to have a clear goal, something to achieve, or to push himself to his limits and all that bullcrap. while magnus likes to do it for the sake of doing it and enjoying himself and getting in contact with his own body & mind & soul and shit. they find some sort of enjoyment in it with the way alec always makes magnus laugh with his grumpiness + inability to truly understand what this whole thing is about + just general himboness, but as a whole, magnus likes to take his walks alone, so he can get that space for himself. and he’s definitely not joining in when alec is doing his weird sportsman training gimmick whatever-thing, either

same with tai-chi! magnus tried to get alec into it (altho somewhat awkwardly since magnus does magical tai chi and alec very much does not have magic) but it just, didn’t work out. one second into it and alec was already making that painfully concentrated face and he’s stiff as a board and it’s the opposite of what it’s supposed to be and magnus breaks down laughing and alec is all offended and they just can’t get past a few seconds and end up giving up. alec is the bitch who sits down to medidate and is immediately like BOY I AM GONNA GET IN TOUCH WITH MY INNER SELF SO FAST AND HARD FUCKING WATCH ME I’M GONNA BE THE BEST MEDIDATOR THIS SIDE OF THE PACIFIC FUCKING OOHMMM BITCH. introspective arts are just not for him

i like to think that alec gets closer to aline, and i can see him and helen hitting it off, too. like seriously guys let alec have friends who aren’t just magnus’ friends (and let magnus have friends that are HIS friends, too)

i know underhill is implied to become his friend but also, like..... he’s so boring i just can’t have any hcs for them as friends daoijsdaiouja i think they have more of a solidarity, nodding when walking past each other in the halls thing than actual friendship you know

obviously there’s alec’s siblings as he will always be the one izzy loves the most and she will always be one of the most important people for him, and even as magnus and izzy totally are friends too, she is still alec’s sister and they make it a point to see each other, just the two of them, at least once a week. izzy always smiles and loops her arm through his and alec’s immediately huffing but he loves it and she knows that he loves it. she was like, his only source of physical contact for so long, and god he really needed it and he loved her for giving it to him even as he pretended it was something he hated. neither of them want to shake that habit, so it stays

but there’s also a particular brand of friendship magnus has with her that alec doesn’t. like when they get all weird about dead bodies or go shopping? alec’s out 

magnus does a lot of studying (mostly languages, physics, and chemistry, as well as magic) so he has his own study room (plus the apothecary) that’s a whole damn mess filled with books and notes scattered around and shit and alec is not allowed in because he always wants to organize it and GOD FUCKING DAMN IT IT’S NOT DISORGANIZED I KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING’S SUPPOSED TO BE and if alec moves a single pen, magnus Will Know About It

in exchange he always keeps the door closed or spelled so alec doesn’t have to look at it

obviously there’s archery, which is something alec loves to do and practice, especially as he starts to get more into the bureaucratic parts of shadowhunting. he needs his bow and arrow to feel connected to himself and his body and safe, and he also has his own practicing room. magnus can do archery fine, but it’s not really among his interests

magnus of course has his regular meetings with the immortal squad and his breakfasts with raphael :) not that raphael isn’t part of the immortal squad but they also enjoy having a time just for the two of them. they are father and son after all, and besides, they lived together for quite a while, and the dynamics of them versus them + ragnor + cat are different

while magnus loves taking alec with him in his trips and to art galleries and out to eat in great restaurants and shit, they both know it’s something that alec, while very curious to know about, does not appreciate the same way that he does. not more or less, just, differently. if they go to an art gallery, magnus is gonna be looking at every piece and musing and maybe talking about the painters of x and y movement that he knew, and analyzing the technique or whatever. alec is less interested in the paintings themselves and more in the artists, what their life was like, what the period/place they lived in was like, how that shaped their art, you know? like he’s just not a very visual person haha me projecting never so what interests him is more outside of the paintings than inside. so even when they go to these places together, they’re just having completely different experiences? and a lot of the time they end up straying and meeting each other later, where they’ll chat and generally be ridiculous. but the both of them also enjoy going to those on their own or with their friends who Get It, you know? because again just completely different rhythms and interests and stuff

i feel like they both enjoy trashy television, but like, in completely different ways? like magnus loves him a terrible sitcom even if he’ll never admit it, where alec is more into like..... really bad and dramatic mystery shows

they both enjoy watching reality shows though. magnus wasn’t that huge on it before, but with alec? man, that’s a riot. he’ll judge absolutely everyone and make faces and just generally be fucking hilarious

ok i know that i’m talking about things they do together but my goal here is to talk about like... who they are and what their interests are individually, even if they are together, you know? and not like, As An Unit

magnus loves music and recitals and dance shows of all kinds. also, street art! i feel like that’s something him, cat, and maia have in common

speaking of cat; there are always His Cats. like sure they like alec fine but as soon as magnus is home they all immediately flock to him. it’s like alec never existed. goodbye, tall person

tbh i feel like raphael is totally an animals person and soon the dumort kind of turns into like, a sort of animal shelter? like magnus gives him the idea and all the vampires are naturally drawn to the idea of the dumort becoming a place for the strays of the world, especially if it means they get some company.... and maybe warm cuddles. anyway, my point is, magnus loves to visit the dumort and play with the cats and dogs that are there from time to time and he’s so proud of raphael and what he’s doing with the place and i just aaa :’) 

i feel like alec would have an interest in technology? like he’d be that bitch who Knows tech (probably started because of his job, but soon he found that he like, actually has an interest in it?) and who cleans his keyboard every day and only gets licensed programmes and takes care of his laptop like those guys who are weird about cars

lmao for some reason i can totally picture him and aline bonding over that? 

oh man alec would be into PUZZLES. word puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, the whole grandpa shit. he doesn’t do it often but when he does, he’s just At It. him and madzie can play with jigsaw puzzles for hours and wouldn’t remember to eat. she visits one day and is like I Got A 3D Puzzle and alec is just like neat! and they just sit down and do it until they have to be forced to bed or something. then at like precisely 6AM their eyes snap open like It’s A New Day, Puzzle Time and it just keeps being like this until they’re done

also there’s magnus’ morning routine, of course, especially since he doesn’t really have a schedule, and as sociable as he is he does enjoy some alone time to make himself some breakfast, do some tai chi, maybe read a book or comic, and all that. alec is just snoring the whole time completely passed out when it’s not a work day, tbh

okay that’s all i have actually doasdiad i hope it isn’t too much or disappointing or whatever. also, if anyone else wants to add their own headcanons for alec’s and magnus’ hobbies, feel free to do so :)