#first smiley set made in ps??

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny we love everything you do! If you are up to, what about IT girl has a date and jk open a live coincidently on the same day and time so she cannot go

(Ps: Her date is an asshole and jk knows it)

You guys have really made me wanna write this... Warnings for Jungkook's internal dirty thoughts haha

First part: here

There's no fucking way he will let you go on a date with someone like sangwook. Absolutely not.

You're way too nice to say no to the guy, and he himself knows that the staff member has a certain way with words, knows how to get his way. But Jungkook has also heard the horror stories of the guy getting girls drunk until they're barely conscious, just so he can have his way with them- and he won't just sit here and let that happen to you of all people.

Not if he can do anything about it.

Jungkook and you had honestly had a great time when you eventually came over to eat the re-heated instant noodles together. He learned some stuff about you, about your interest, about who you are apart from just your job. You share a lot more interests with him than initially thought, both of you having a love for gaming and good food. And he especially enjoyed how natural you were, treating him like a normal person, not like the idol he is.

Maybe that's why he just can't let you go now.

He'd heard of the date from Sangwook himself- he'd been chatting with another female staff about you, and how he'll 'find out' if you're 'as innocent' as you apparently act. It made Jungkook feel like throwing up, a guy like that potentially filling you up with alcohol just to eat you like prey- he can't let that happen.

You've told him how you seek love, romance, excitement and something almost childish.

Exactly what he wants, too.

So he goes live, the only way he knows he will keep you there, well aware that you take your job (hopefully) too seriously to go on a date instead. He doesn't know how close you are with him yet- maybe it's a lost cause, maybe Sangwook had been the reason you'd been so hesitant with jungkook in the first place-

But he has to try.

"Hm, hello." He greets the fans, but more so you who he hopes is watching on the other side. "Its quite sudden, isn't it?" He chuckles, holding onto the iced wine in the glass mug in front of him. "Looks like a date? Ah, yes it does, doesn't it?" He grins, acting all shy.

And there it is. An angry smiley- several, even.

It makes him chuckle as he reads the comments and imagines you fuming in your home, but he can take the heat coming his way if he at least prevents that horrible date from happening. Have you already started to get ready? He wonders what you might look like all dolled up. In a short dress maybe, one that hugs your curves just right, with simple delicate straps holding it up over your shoulders. He knows you need no fancy designer shit.

He'd rip it off of you either way.

"Army.." he hums, referring to the fans, but hoping that you get the message most of all. "If you go on dates, late- you be careful, right?" He says, taking a sip of his iced wine, before setting the mug down, and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. There's another round of emojis flooding in, and he can't help but laugh.

He continues this game for almost an hour, making sure that your date was not happening, before he ends the live.

And not even half an hour later, you're in his apartment, fuming, angry, upset. But you're there, and not with him, so Jungkook can't help but be satisfied.

Especially at the sight of you in a strapless denim-dress. Short, but long enough to cover you comfortably. The fabric stretches a bit over your curves, tits looking so good but a little uncomfortable. He would just have to pull down a little, just a tiny bit, and they'd spill out, he's sure of it. He can't see bra straps.

Are you not wearing one? Interesting.

You're pushing him lightly. "You asshole!" You yell at him. "You knew I had a date! You knew it!" You complain, and he nods, a simple smile on his face, and it only angers you more. "Stop laughing!" You demand, but he just raises his hands as if to show you he's no threat, but you just reach out to push him again-

But instead he pulls your wrists towards him, wraps his arms around you, completely catching you off guard as he holds you close, trying hard to ignore your body's warmth against his.

"I'm glad you didn't go." He says, and it sounds surprisingly serious. "I was worried you might." He tells you, and you hate how good he looks, how good he smells.

"Cause you wouldn't have someone to play around with?" You mumble still angry, and he chuckles.

"I'm not playing with you." He denies, swaying you both from side to side a little. "I really am not." He says as if to make sure his point gets to you.

"And yet you still ruined my date.." you complain.

"Sangwook isn't worth your time." He shakes his head.

"Oh but you are?" You scoff. He chuckles. Again.

"I mean, you're here, are you not?" He states.

You are. And you're not sure why you're here, why you didn't at least change, why you don't want to leave just yet.

"To tell you to stop trying to ruin my love life." You snap back in defense, and he laughs.

"Then stop trying to ruin mine." He says back, making you freeze in his arms before you both detach a little. "I thought we were good? Why did you agree to that date?" He wonders, and you shrug, crossing your arms.

"He asked... nicely, you know?" You say, looking at the floor.

"And you couldn't say no." He sighs. "Because you're too nice yourself." He scolds softly.

"I just.. wanted to, you know, talk to someone. Be social. Spend my evening with something else than animal crossing and icecream.." you try and justify yourself, and Jungkook suddenly opens his arms wide, shaking his head before he hits his chest.

"Am I not right here?" He complains. "Am I just an illusion or something?"

"..no?" You wonder, and he tilts his head in irritation for a moment.

"Then why am I not an option for you?" He asks, a little agitated. "I thought we were fine last time you were here. We had a really good time, talked, fuck I thought we were going somewhere!" He complains.

"I'm just.. scared." You say, and he runs a hand over his face.

"I know." He nods. "Lets just- okay. Do you want to try this?" He asks, motioning between you and him. "Yes or no."

"I don't know-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"Not an answer, try again." He tells you, crossing his arms.

"Jungkook what if we get caught-" You start again, but he denies it again.

"Yes or no. It's pretty easy." He says.

"What's your answer?" You ask, and he throws his head back in agony. "Okay, yeah- yes? But-"

"Good, great, fuck!" He barks out to no one, before he holds your face in his palms. "Just trust me. Please." He begs, eyes sparkling in both the light of the candle on his kitchen table, and the neon colored laser points traveling all around his walls from his moodlight.

"What do you want from me?" You ask, and he smiles.

"Your love." He answers, before he shrugs playfully. "And maybe the occasional fuck on the couch if I'm in the mood-" he starts, and you hit his chest at that, though you laugh.

"So you really do just want to screw me!" You whine, crossing your arms- unaware of how you're pushing up your cleavage.

"No, baby." He shakes his head, tongue running over his lip piercing. "I don't only want to fuck you." He answers.

"Though I won't say no if you're ever offering."

[verysickwormz]

Owen Alice Vega tho he goes by EM or MDMA. (made this guy june 2021)

While I’d normally say, “hey go throw me a few bucks on Patreon if u want more info on my characters.” Which yes, please do if you enjoy my art and feel so inclined. I really am very poor, queer and burnt out from a life of working 40 hours a week to hardly make ends meet while battling untreated physical and mental illness.... I actually wrote up his whole lil backstory when I made him and bothered to slap it on my Toyhouse so...Expand to read it :3

GOV: Owen Alice Vega

AKA: MDMA, EM, Flouride, Parabola

AGE: 26 *in human years but he’s clockin in at an actual 7212 lol

HEIGHT: 7'11"

WEIGHT: 616 lbs

RACE / ETHNICITY: mixed, Korean and Puerto Rican American (doesn't know he's a monster or adopted)

SPECIES: nephilim

OCCUPATON: digital artist, occasional dealer, barista at a shitty, hipster smoothie place

World / Story: xxflouride420xx

BACKGROUND: Unknown to him, MDMA is the last of the nephilim, unleashed from his slumber in the earths crust in a fracking incident his spirit chose rebirth over destruction. Arriving at a Russian orphanage as no more than a large egg adorned with a smiley face, no one ever bothered to ask Why? or What? or, much of anything really? After a short incubation he was placed for adoption and promptly taken in by two loving mothers in the states.

Somehow, for the gag, he grew up free of questions and medical scrutiny,  though his appearance has never been that of a human no one's ever mentioned it. Perhaps nephilim lack the ability to self-recognize? Or maybe it was the fracking chemicals that fried his brain, either way, MDMA never caught on to his status as an adopted child or an abomination. He does know he's tall at least.

His mothers' only child, they may have been too protective in the course of his development. While good natured and terminally sweet, Em, now in his early 20's, is scared of most things. From ordering a burger to cars, planes and trains, his timid nature has held him back the majority of his life. Restricting the size of his world and his lived vocabulary he resigned himself to a fate of basement dwelling and mommys' money.

Though born out of depression his time online wasn't all bad, it lead him to the furry community (is that an L?) where he developed a following and a few friends for his iconic sparkled0g art.  Despite the physical distance the social interaction began to stimulate his atrophied courage gland and around 21 he nervously attended his first furcon. Despite the crowded nature of the venue Em found navigating the chaotic social setting much easier inside his fursuit (neon colored allidoggy, that's an alligator dog). Easily recognized by his fursona he met his long time e-friends in person and even made some new ones. It was on day 3 of the con he felt courageous enough to attend a rave and the rest is history.

NOW: 5 years since his first rave his thirst for good times and good people can't be quenched. He's not sure where he's headed but if you've got molly and a good DJ he'll be there.

PS: Please don't tell him he's adopted, he can handle it.

[3starsquinn]

[ A package arrives for Rio’s birthday, from Athena. The above iPhone 14 is in it, along with this doorbell and this sweatshirt. A photo of the twins on their first birthday is inside the card, on which the following note is also included: ]

Happy 23rd birthday, Ri. I’m glad you’re still here, and I’m also glad we’re each other’s only blood family now. I miss you - and yes, I am actually saying that without expecting anything. Hope Ari made you a good cheesecake, otherwise I’ll send one to you or something. 

Also don’t get mad about how much money I spent on the gifts. You and I both have a lot of money now, and I’m all set for med school, and you deserve it. The doorbell lets you see who is at the door and yes, this is so you are safer. Deal with it, at least I didn’t get you another knife. :/

Your sister,

Love,

Best,

Love,

Athena 

PS: Look, I used no smiley faces in this!

[updatelascl]

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[gummygowon]

finger paint | choi san

word count: 1.3k 

genre: fluff

established relationship!

warnings: san just makes a sex joke but that’s it 

request: hello hello could i request san with an artist!reader? like they're dating but he's also her muse and she paints him and hfjsjfjd pure fluff ig? also congrats on 100!! deserved

a/n: thank you!! <3 i hope you enjoy! ps. thank you for helping me with literally everything lol

“choi san!” you scolded your boyfriend as he kept moving wayyy too much for you to sketch his body.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it. but you gave me something really boring to do.” san apologized as he motioned towards the english textbook you gave him. 

you sighed in annoyance thinking of other ways to occupy your boyfriend enough for him to stay still since you current art project was to capture someone in the act of doing something. so of course, you choose to paint san since it was another excuse for you to marvel at your boyfriend plus you got to spend even more time with him and get your schoolwork done. it was a three birds one stone type thing you know?

at first, you asked him to dance for you. letting him freestyle to whatever song was playing. if i’m being honest, you spent the first five minutes just watching san dance. you were absolutely entranced by the way he moved his body so effortlessly and smoothly. 

san had caught on to your staring and teased you for it. “are you gonna start drawing or are you just gonna keep your mouth open? because i’ll give you a reason to keep it open.”

your immediate reaction was to throw whatever was in your reach at him. your weapon of choice was an eraser that hit him square in the forehead. 

“ouch.” he pouted as he rubbed the targeted spot.

“that’s on you.” you defended as you picked up the eraser he threw back at you, your cheeks a pretty pink. “can you get back to dancing now please?”

“you sure? because i-”

“san!” you shouted at him as you pointed your pencil at him threateningly. 

“ok! ok!” he said immediately as he jogged back to his phone to hit play again.

as the music went on, the more you realized it was hard to capture a single dance move. you were getting frustrated each time you had to erase your page. 

“baby, is it okay if you can do something else?” you shyly asked him, feeling bad that he has to switch activities for you.

“sure, of course. what do you have in mind?” he asked you as he lowered the music.

this is how you were left with a twitchy san, who wouldn’t sit still while you tried to sketch him. he always changed his position every few minutes or so claiming that he couldn’t get comfortable. finally, you got tired of san changing positions which led to you slightly snapping at him.

but then a bright idea popped into your head.

there was an art sale at your local target which resulted in you buying some mediocre art supplies for your art students that you had lessons with during the week. you rushed into your storage closet, digging around bins and bags looking for the five-color finger paint set that you never used.

“where did you go?” your boyfriend asked as you returned with a palette and the bottles of paint in your arms. 

“i had to get something.” you answered as you sat back down on the floor, cracking open the paint, secretly praying that they weren’t dry and chunky. fortunately, your prayers were heard and the paint squeezed out the bottles with ease. 

“what’s that for?” san asked pointing to the paint bottle in your hand as he crouched down, “i thought you weren’t done with the sketch?”

“i’m not.” you handed the palette to him, “this is for you.”

“but where am i supposed to paint?” he asked you as he dipped a finger into one of the blobs of paint. 

“good question.” you replied back, motioning for him to sit. you didn’t have any spare canvases to use since you were already on a tight budget plus regular printer paper would just bleed through. you thought carefully about what other surfaces san could use to paint. a white board could work or maybe a-

“what the hell-” you shouted as you felt something touch your knee. you looked down to see san slowly removing his finger from your body, a glob of blue paint still stuck on his finger where a half drawn smiley face was left on your knee.

“i’m sorry.” san replied quickly as he removed his finger and went to go wipe it off. 

“wait.” you pushed his hand away from your leg. if you didn’t have any surfaces for him to paint on, then why don’t you become one? the paint was washable since it was made to be on skin plus you aren’t wasting any more art supplies. 

bingo

“you can keep painting-”

“on your legs?” san interrupted, giving you an odd look. 

“yeah, they’re fingerpaints it’s okay.” you smiled at him before picking up your sketchbook again. 

the pink haired boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up the palette of paint before returning your body. the first thing he did was finish his smiley face on your knee. then he started to dragging his finger around your calf after quietly asking you for to raise your legs, which created a long green line that wrapped around the bottom part of your leg. next, san used his middle finger to dip it into a pretty red color to make a flower right on top of the green line and then he dipped his pinky into some yellow to create the middle of the flower. after alternating between colors and fingers, san had managed to create a pretty vine that had a different colored flower every few inches. he also threw in a few small bees around the plant. 

before continuing to paint the other leg, san had stolen a glance at you. he felt a smile form on his face as he watched your hands glide against the paper smoothly and skillfully with your bottom lip tucked underneath the top one. sunlight falling on you, making your skin glow. san could feel his heartbeat quicken, the longer he stared. he never imagined being able to date someone as lovely and amazing as you. someone who was able to love him but also be his best friend. someone who he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life. 

you could feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you which slowly made you look up from your sketchbook, “what?” is there something on my face?”

“huh? oh no.” san answered as he watched you perked your head up, making eye contact with him. he could feel his heartbeat even faster when your face broke into smile. fuck. he really was in love. 

“what is it?” you asked, a laugh escaping your mouth as you looked at your flustered boyfriend.

“nothing, i just love you.” he replied, gaining some composure. 

now it was your turn to get flustered. you could feel heat rush to your cheeks for the twentieth time today. damn, the things this boy did to you. dating san was full of surprises, cute cuddly moments turning into heated ones. but the biggest one to you was the thought of spending your futures together. he was your only partner that your mind really brought up about spending the rest of your life with someone you love so much. now it was a clearer answer. 

yes, you would spend the rest of you life with choi san. your best friend, boyfriend, and muse. the person who would have your back for life, no matter what. 

“do i not get a ‘i love you’ back?” san pouted with his fingers still covered in paint. 

“yeah.” you teased him, an annoying smile plastered on your face as you dipped a finger into the paint. it was quite obvious that you loved the pink haired boy back but you wanted to mess with him after he wouldn’t sit still. 

“whyyy? that’s not-”

you cut him off by poking his cheek with the finger covered in a bright blue.

“hey!” he shouted at you before reaching to grab a leg but you got up so quickly and sprinted away from his touch. “come back here! i want my ‘i love you’ !”

[kaylaxwrites]

A Day in the Life

masterlist // ao3

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Words: 2700 Request/Summary: A glimpse into your domestic life with Frank and your daughter Annie. (aka the one where we just want Frank to be happy and peaceful.) Requested by anonymous: "can you please write some frank castle fluff ? pleasepleaseplease"  Warnings: mild language, pregnant reader A/N: did this end up being a rambling mess? I had no idea. but while I was writing, I got so many ideas for a domestic day with Frank that I had to stop myself from including them all. (if you to see them all, let me know lol) also I’ve never written Frank before, so please let me know if anything’s off or OOC about him. I’d love to hear your feedback! 

(ps send me your requests pls)

You woke up to the smell of coffee. Though your back was turned, you could feel Frank sitting on his side of the bed, probably reading a worn paperback as he sipped his black coffee. (“None of that fancy creamer shit,” he once told you. “When I want coffee, I just want coffee.”) You smiled to yourself as you burrowed deeper into your covers—the bed felt warm and safe with Frank by your side.

Your bladder wouldn’t let you enjoy the feeling for very much longer.

Sighing, you stretched deeply before sitting up and blearing sleepily at Frank. “Morning, baby,” you said quietly, running your hand over Frank’s bare shoulder.

“Shit, did I wake you up?” His voice was still rough around the edges with sleep.

“Nah, more like this baby pushing at my ribs.”

Neither you nor Frank intended on having more children, not after his past and your complicated pregnancy with an ex five years ago. But after seeing the way he took to your daughter, Annie, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret this happy little accident. You hoped Frank felt the same way, if the smile in his eyes every time he looked at your daughter and growing belly was anything to go by.

Frank set his coffee mug and book on the bedside table in order to place a warm hand over your stomach. “Baby girl givin’ her momma trouble?”

Another kick to the bladder had you pulling away from Frank’s touch and out of bed. “He is a pain in my ass,” you said, pressing a kiss into Frank’s hair. “Just like his father.”

You and Frank had a running bet on the sex of your baby. (Annie was betting dinosaur.) Knowing wasn’t a big deal to you and you didn’t want to be like one of those gender-obsessed moms on Pinterest, but it was fun picking light-hearted arguments with Frank. It made you happy to see him joking, to see the tension ease from his shoulders even slightly. You knew the idea of having another child weighed heavily on his chest, so you knew how big of a step it was for him to make light of the situation, for him to even allow himself to become close with the daughter you already had.

By the time you returned from the bathroom, Annie was awake and curled next to Frank who was reading aloud from his book. Annie’s huge pit bull of a dog named Hulk (named after her favorite Avenger as well as an apt descriptor) had followed and laid his head protectively across her lap. (For the record, Hulk was not your dog. Hulk was not Frank’s dog. Hulk was one hundred percent, without-a-doubt Annie’s dog. She found him scared, cold, and alone in an alley one day last winter and they took to each other like ducks on water. Hulk followed you and Annie home that day and refused to leave her side ever since.)

“Morning, Mommy,” Annie said sleepily, still tucked against Frank’s side.

“Good morning, Annie,” you replied, running a hand over her hair to smooth her bedhead. “You hungry?” Annie perked up excitedly at that and nodded her head frantically. “Why don’t you and Frank take Hulk for a walk and I’ll get breakfast started?”

Annie nodded again and Frank swooped her up in his arms, setting her gently on the ground. “Help me tie my shoes?” she asked Frank, her eyes wide and hopeful.

“Sure, kid, I’ll help you,” Frank replied. He smiled as she ran out of the room as fast as her little legs could carry her. Hulk trotted behind her. Frank followed slowly behind them both, but stopped to spend a second with you. He slid his hands down to your hips and pulled you close. You rested your hands on his biceps, leaning back a little to look into his eyes.

“You good with her?” you asked, unsure if he was okay watching her by himself or if he wanted you to go as well.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Frank leaned down to kiss you, but stopped short when Annie called out from the other room. “Frank! I got my shoes on! I need help!” You let out a breath that was half exasperation, half laughter, leaning your forehead against Frank’s.

“Duty calls?” You chuckled.

“Duty calls,” Frank agrees, kissing you once more before stepping out into the main room, where you could see Annie kicking her feet against the couch. You smiled as you watched Frank kneel down and help her with her shoes. “What’s the first step? Tie a knot, right.” He tied the first shoe for her before having her show him how to tie the other one. “Attagirl,” he said proudly once she had finished. “Now go get Hulk’s leash, yeah?” Annie darted off again on her new task as Frank moved to lace his own boots.

You stepped to stand next to Frank, arms crossed, as you watched Annie try to figure out the latch to the leash. “You know she learned how to tie her shoes a week ago?” you said quietly so Annie wouldn’t hear across the room.

“That right?” he asked, peering up at you as he made his last knot on his boot before standing up.

“Mhm. I think she just likes asking you for help.”

Frank huffed, the corner of his mouth hitching towards a smile. And—was that your imagination or did he have a tinge of red across his cheeks? Before you could dwell on it further, Annie was in front of you again, this time hiding the leash behind her back.

“Hulk says he doesn’t want to wear the leash,” she said, rocking up and back on her toes.

Frank crouched once more to get on her level. “He did, now did he?” Annie nodded. “Well tell Hulk if he wears his leash today, we’ll go to the dog park tomorrow.” Annie’s face lit up and she ran off to tell Hulk the news. How this girl was so active this early in the morning, you’d never know. It was barely seven on a Saturday morning and she was already bouncing off the walls.

You headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast as you listened to Annie and Frank banter back and forth. A few moments later, you caught a glimpse of them out the window. Annie skipped along the sidewalk with Hulk dutifully trotting next to her. Frank followed behind, carefully keeping an eye on the little girl.

By the time they returned, breakfast was nearly ready. Frank’s plate with eggs, sausage, and toast was set in front of his seat at the table. You placed the finishing touches on Annie’s smiley face pancakes before fixing your own plate and joining the two of them at your little kitchen table. “How was the walk?” you asked, pouring Annie a glass of juice.

“Good!” She smiled, syrup already covering her chin. She continued to talk around mouthfuls of food. “We stopped at Mrs. Hall’s bodega and I got to pet her cat. Then she gave me a piece of candy.”

“Candy before breakfast?”

“No,” she pouted. “Frank said I had to wait. He put it in his pocket and said I could only have it if I ate all of my strawberries.”

“Well, you better eat up, then,” you said, pointing at her untouched strawberries.

Annie continued rambling on about the walk, mentioning how many pigeons she saw and who she said hi to on the street. By the time she had run out of things to say, the three of you had finished eating. You cleaned up her face and hands before sending her to the living room for some Saturday morning cartoons. The distraction would last long enough for you and Frank to do the dishes and, if you were lucky, allow you time to take a shower in peace.

Frank had already started washing dishes when you joined him and you took the dish towel off of his shoulder so you could dry them. You completed the chore with relative ease and in peaceful silence. Occasionally, you’d bump Frank with your hip, causing him to smile at you.

“Got any plans for today?” you asked, drying off the last dish and placing it in the cupboard.

“Not yet, I don’t,” Frank said, turning to lean against the counter. “Why?”

“I was thinking of taking Annie to the park today and maybe running to the store afterwards. I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna come with us?”

“Yeah.”

“Great!” You reached up to place a kiss against Frank’s bearded jaw. “Can you watch Annie for a minute while I take a shower?”

Frank ran a hand through your hair and returned your kiss. “Yeah, go.”

“You’re wonderful!” you called as you hurried into the bathroom.

The warm water against your skin felt nice and you were tempted to take longer than you needed to in the shower to enjoy it. But you figured you’d need to be quick before it got too late in the day. As you were rinsing out the conditioner in your hair, you felt movement against your stomach. Looking down, you saw nothing and shrugged it off. But you felt it again a few moments later. And you realized.

You threw the shower curtain open. “Frank!” you called. “Frank! Come here!”

Frank barreled into the room a few seconds later, nearly throwing the door off of its hinges. His eyes were wide as he searched the room, looking for a sign of danger or anything out of place. He was already breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping towards you.

As soon as he was in reach, you grabbed his wrist and placed it against your stomach, not even caring about getting the sleeves of his shirt wet. Frank stared at you, confused. He opened his mouth to question you further when—

Kick.

Kick.

“Is that—?” he started. You nodded, grinning. Frank’s jaw went slack and he moved his free hand to the other side of your belly. The baby kicked again. “I never thought…” Frank trailed off, staring deep into your eyes. Before you could realize what was happening, you were up against the cool shower wall and Frank’s mouth was heavy on yours.

When you and Frank stumbled out of the shower a little while later, you found Annie asleep on the couch. The TV was still blaring her favorite show. You let her nap while you finished your morning routine. Half an hour later, you woke her up and helped her get dressed while Frank took Hulk for another lap around the block. Soon, the three of you were in your building’s elevator and venturing out into the world.

“Now, remember,” you said, fixing Annie’s hat over her curls, “what do we call Frank when we’re outside?”

“Pete,” she quickly answered, sucking on her lollipop she received that morning. You and Frank hadn’t told her much about his past, but you made sure she knew (in a kid-friendly way) that bad guys were after Frank and they couldn’t find out who he was. She was confused, but usually followed the rule anyway. Thankfully, her slipups happened mostly when no one else could hear her.

After a short walk, you arrived at Annie’s favorite park. As soon as you entered the fenced-in area, she sprinted towards the jungle gym. You turned to Frank as he shut the fence behind you. “This okay?” you asked, taking his hand. You knew sometimes parks like these, filled with screaming and laughing children, could set him on edge and remind him of his family.

“I’m fine.”

Before you could question that further, Annie was calling for you. Well, more for Frank, actually. “Pete! Come help me across the monkey bars!” Annie was standing on the ladder, but the first bar was out of her reach.

You watched Frank walk over and picked her up so she could reach and smiled when he held her by the waist to help her across. Then Annie made him help her three more times. (She sure was bossy. Frank once joked, “I have no idea where she gets it from.”) Soon, she was dragging Frank by the arm to some other part of the playground. You followed closely behind, occasionally taking pictures of the pair. You laughed when she had Frank go down a slide that was clearly too small for him. You regretted laughing when you, too, were made to go down the slide. Eventually, Annie made a friend and you moved to sit on a swing to watch her play.

“You’re really good with her, you know,” you said to Frank. He was leaning against a pole of the swing set, his arms crossed, as he kept a close eye on your daughter. “I’m really glad you’re in our lives.”

“Yeah, only I shouldn’t be,” he muttered. “Everything in my life goes to shit—”

You stopped him short. “I’m not here for this ‘I don’t deserve any of this’ bullshit tirade. Annie adores you. I adore you. I don’t even know where we’d be without you. I’m so thankful you’re in our lives and I don’t want you thinking you don’t deserve every little bit of the good headed your way because you do. Annie and I will worm our way into your heart whether you like it or not. We’re here to stay.” You stood and wrapped your arms around his waist. He didn’t return the gesture, but he didn’t push you away either. “Please let us love you.”

Eventually, Frank lowered his arms to wrap around your shoulders. He remained silent, but you would take it. You hoped eventually he would learn to accept the love of your little family, but for now, you were willing to leave him to his thoughts.

As the sun drifted closer to the horizon, you decided it was time to head back home for the night. After playing at the park, Frank treated you and Annie to ice cream cones and the three of you spent the afternoon wandering around the city before stopping for dinner at your favorite little restaurant. You decided to forego the trip to the grocery store today, pushing it off for tomorrow after eyeing Annie’s droopy, sleepy eyes. At some point on your way home, Frank started to carry Annie. You smiled as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder.

Your heart warmed even further when Frank softly laid your daughter in her bed. He was so careful and gentle with her, it was hard to imagine him as the notorious Punisher. He slowly pulled her shoes off and you helped him change her into her pajamas. Once finished, he eased her back down on her pillows and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“G’night, Daddy,” Annie murmured, burrowing further into her pillow.

You froze.

Shit.

What were you supposed to say? What would Frank think? All of those parenting books you read years ago, and none had any solution for a situation like this. What were you supposed to do?

But Frank hesitated only for a moment before pulling Annie’s blanket up and over her. “Night, sweetheart,” he said, laying one hand on her forehead before standing and leaving the room.

After a moment, your brain finally caught up and you followed him out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. You found him staring out the window of the living room, hands on his hips. “Frank?” you called softly. You slowly walked over to him and ran a hand up his spine.

Frank sighed and ran a hand roughly over his face. “If-if anything happened to you, happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to us.”

He pulled away from you. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. Because I know you. I know you would give your life for us. And I trust you. You won’t let anything happen.” You paused. “If…if you want me to tell Annie not to call you that anymore, I will. Just… I know you think you should run away from us, but Annie would be heartbroken if you left. So, please…just give us a chance. I promise you we’ll be fine. Just stick around for us, yeah?”

“Yeah…” He stepped into your outstretched arms, pulling you close. “Yeah.”

dividers by @writeyourmindaway​

[namchyoon]

🎨 if u want hehe 😚

HANNA YOU COME HERE AND ASK IF I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOUR GIFS??? YOU’RE ASKING YOUR #1 FAN IF SHE WANTS TO PRAISE YOU 😳😳😳😳😳 YES OF COURSE 100% OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFE TIME MA’AM PLEASE BUCKLE IN THIS WILL TAKE SOME TIME!!!!!! all rules out of the window for this one because i can and will include all the bangtan sets i can AND of course a few got7 sets too 🥰

yoongi shadow - GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THE COLOURS!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE SUCH AN EYE FOR AESTHETICS IT’S INSANE!!!! THE WAY YOU’VE PLACED THE GIFS IS SO PLEASING 😭 AND OF COURSE THE COLORING OF THE GIFS THEMSELVES IS JUST LITERAL PERFECTION ALWAYS YOU MAKE SOME OF THE MOST COLORFUL SETS AND IT’S ALWAYS SO HQ AND THE FACT THAT YOU DON’T EVEN USE TOPAZ HOW ARE YOU DOING IT 😭😭😭 truly seeing this set felt like it was my birthday what a beauty 😔😔

hobi ego - NEED TO START CHECKING YOUR BLOG EVERY DAY I NEVER SAW THIS SET A CRIME AGAINST THE HANNA FAN CLUB!!!!!! AGAIN THE COLOURS HERE AND QUALITY???? LIKE IN NO WORLD WOULD I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS FROM A NORMAL MV AND NOT A GIF MAKER’S DREAM MV AM I MAKING SENSE IDK BASICALLY THIS SET IS PERFECT TO THE EXTENT WHERE IT’S UNREAL??? FEELS LIKE THE MV WAS CATERED FOR THIS GIF SET 😤😤😤 THE WAY YOU COMBINE AESTHETICS WITH THE ~PEOPLE GIFS IS SO FLAWLESS IT’S A MOODBOARD BUT NOT A MOODBOARD IT’S JUST LIFE it’s 2 am if i’m not making sense just know i love your gifs that’s the tl: dr; of this essay

jin lgo forest ver - SEE IT’S SETS LIKE THESE THAT MADE ME BELIEVE JIN WAS YOUR BIAS 😳😳😳😳 HE’S ALREADY THE PERFECT MAN AND THEN YOU MAKE GIFS LIKE THESE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOT FALL IN LOVE???? SORRY, IMPOSSIBLE 😔😔 again i love how you’ve kept all of the colors without getting rid of any of them AND working with the natural light and STILL making the gif look SO HQ 😳 what kind of deal do you have with photoshop that it lets you have so many colors 😭😭 but thank you ps couldn’t think of a better person for extra colors privileges

lgo colors - YES I CAN 100% BELIEVE YOU TRIED BECAUSE THIS IS SO SO PRETTY??? THE GRADIENTS ARE SO SOFT ESPECIALLY THE YOONMIN GIFS 😭😭😭😭 AND THE COLORING ON THE NAMJOON GIF???????? HOW???????? THE BACKGROUND WAS SO UGLY SO WAS THE LIGHTING HOW DID YOU GET IT TO THAT RETHINKING MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE BECAUSE I’M SO SURE THE LGO MV DID NOT LOOK LIKE THAT SO WHY ARE THOSE GIFS SO PRETTY MAKE IT MAKE SENSE 😭😭😭

yoongi mots on:e - i 100% screamed about this the last time i did an ask game but i will scream again BECAUSE HOLY SHIT???????? HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD HERE IT’S UNBELIEVABLE AND THE COLORING AND QUALITY OF THESE GIFS!!!!! and the fact that you found a LEGAL VLIVE LINK FOR THIS WE HAVE TO STAN 😭😭 THIS ENTIRE SET IS JUST YOUR SUPERIOR GIF QUALITY SHINING THROUGH 😭😭

this is the part where i realized that i’ve actually screamed about all the other sets in the past ask game so there’ll be more got7 sets here than bts sets but i did find the ask where i screamed about them so here they are 

beautiful beautiful beautiful bambam - HE’S SO.................. YEAH 😔 and the fact that i was typing this just as his part in poison came on.......... destiny i think 😔 i’m so tempted to go search the raw file for this just so i know if your magic made it 200 times better or 300 times better but i’m 100% sure it did not look even as near to perfect as your set looks 🥰 also that eyeshadow standing out is so sexc just like he 😳😳😳

encore graphic - THIS SET IS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT’S SO SIMPLE BUT HITS RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS JUST THE BOYS HAVING FUN INSIDE TINY POLAROIDS MOVING PICTURES ARE REALLY WHERE IT’S AT HUH 😭😭😭 will just cry over encore forever 😭

sunshine - THE SUN IS SHINING I LOVE THIS SET SO MUCH YOUNGJAE’S LAUGH IS EVERYTHING!!!! ALL THESE GIFS ARE JUST PURE DEVASTATION 😭😭😭 YOUR SMILEY GOT7 AGENDA IS THE GREATEST THING HONESTLY NOTHING BETTER THAN THEIR SMILES 🥺🥺🥺 also the green in the bg and the brown of his sweater complement each other so well the earth tones ahhhhhh 🥺

THIS BAMBAM HELLO - OH MY GOODNESS????? THIS IS SUCH A SUPERIOR BAMBAM HE LOOKS SO GOOD WHERE IS THIS FROM FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS 😳😳😳😳 ALSO YOUR WAY WITH COLORS!!!!! I JUST LOVE HOW COLORFUL ALL YOUR GIFS ARE AND THIS IS A PRIME EXAMPLE IT’S JUST HOW NICE THE COLOURS LOOK??? SO SIMPLE AND YET SO STUNNING

focus on me - i remember seeing this set when you first posted it and i immediately went to watch the mv because of how pretty this set was, oh the pre-ahgase days 😳😳😳😳 there’s so many colors here AND far shots but somehow it’s not oversharpened or noisy the talent JUMPED OUT in this entire set maam 😳 

pain - this is it, the perfect gif, you’ve achieved it, nothing will ever top this (i mean your next set will and then the set after that and so on but i digress) i just need you to know this moment lives in my mind rent free 24/7 and this might be my new favourite got7 gif, at least until i wake up and someone else wrecks me 😔😔😔😔

7 with 7 - okay this is the last one for now feel like this is the best note to end on because this set is beautiful and emotional and perfect and SCREAMS got7 with the colours and the peak devastation that is those moments 😔😔😔 also you choosing all their signature smiles and laughs............ maybe i’m crying 😭😭 very much love them 😔

creators send me 🎨 & I’ll tell you my favorite of your last ten creations and why

[joaquinfeed]

Love Letters (Arthur x Reader)

Prompt: You find Arthur’s journal and start exchanging notes with him. Fluff ensues. Word Count: 2,929 

— You push open the door of your Gotham city apartment building, before trudging over to the mailboxes.

“Bills, bills, bills,” you sigh, shoving the unopened letters into your bag. You turn to make your way to the elevator, but something catches your eye. A worn notebook lays on the floor at your feet, words scrawled across every inch of it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but reach down and grab it.

You let your fingers run over the pages, as your eyes land on what looks to be the last thing written. You almost set the journal back down, not wanting to intrude on the stranger’s personal thoughts. But something about the messy handwriting draws you in.

I just want peeple to see me. I think I would be happyer if I had someone who cared.

Your heart felt heavy for the stranger; there was no way you could pretend that you never saw this. Your hand immediately shuffled around inside your bag, pulling out a pen and getting to work on your note back.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Everyone deserves to be seen. I’m sure you have someone who cares about you, and if not, I’ll be that person.

You read over your words, nodding in approval. You drop the notebook next to the mailboxes, hoping that the man or woman who left it behind will come back for it. As you made your way to the elevator, you couldn’t help the light feeling that washed over you. For once, you felt like you actually did something worthwhile in Gotham.

—

The next day, you were practically buzzing with excitement as you rushed home from work. All you could think about was the journal you found. Had the person read your note? Did they write something back? Did they even notice that the journal was gone? So many questions were swirling through your head, but you didn’t have to dwell on them much longer.

Sitting in almost the exact same place as you left it in, the journal was open to a new page, and another messy note was scrawled across the lines.

I only have my mother. You must not have many peeple to. Why else would you be writing back to a man in a jurnal journal.

Despite yourself, you laughed at the bluntness of the stranger, who you now know is male. A few other residents of the building gave you a look as you chuckled to yourself. With your pen already in hand, you moved to draw a small smiley face on the paper.

:) It’s funny of you to say that. Very bold. It’s nice that you still have your mom. Do you see her often? P.S. My name is Y/N, what’s yours? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to getting up the next morning to see if your mystery guy would write back. At first, you were sure he would, but the more you thought about it, the more you started second-guessing.

Was asking about his mother too forward? What about asking for his name? After all, this man didn’t know you whatsoever. He has no obligation to tell you anything about his life; however, he did say he was lonely in some regard. You’re just trying to be friendly, you told yourself. If he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t have to. You wouldn’t be disappointed.

—

You were right to tell yourself that you wouldn’t be disappointed. When you took a detour over the mailboxes that morning, you instantly saw a new reply sitting beneath yours from the previous day.

You think I’m funny? I do stand up comedy sometimes. I actully live with my mother here. I take good care of her. Ps I like your name. My name is Arthur. Arthur Fleck.

Your fingers traced over the man’s name.

“Arthur,” you said out loud to yourself. You liked the way his name sounded, and as strange as it seemed, you felt like his name matched his cute, scribbly handwriting.

I like your name too. Also, you’re a comedian? Now you have to tell me a joke!

You looked over the words, wondering if you should write anything else. He didn’t ask you any questions, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t tell him anything.

I think it’s great that you take care of your mom, not many people would do that.

You considered adding “you seem like a really nice guy” to the end of your note but decided against it. You’ve already been inquisitive; it’s probably best to hold back a little.

A reply was waiting for you the next morning when you checked back in. While reading it, you couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur’s response.

Why dont canibals cannibals eat clowns? Becus they taste funny.

There was a line of space between the joke he scribbled down and the rest of his note. You glanced down, hanging on to every word that was written on the page. You wondered if he felt the same way while reading what you left him.

Most peeple find it strange that I live with my mother. You said it was great. Thank you for being nice to me Y/N.

Your heart picked up at the use of your name. At the risk of sounding cliché, you can’t remember a time when the mere doodle of your name has caused such a surge of warmth to fill your body.

You felt kind of absurd for feeling like this. You haven’t even met the man. He could be any person in the building, and yet, you still felt drawn to Arthur like he was someone you’ve known forever.

You hastily wrote back to him, deciding to take a bit of a chance with your next move.

No need to thank me, Arthur. I truly think it’s admirable. Oh, and that was a hilarious joke. I’d love to hear it in person sometime.

You knew that was a bold thing to say to him. It has only been four days since you found the man’s notebook, and you’ve already given him a reason to meet with you. You’re absolutely positive you have a high chance of being the next star of a late-night murder mystery documentary. Still, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pushing the thoughts of Arthur out of your mind, you left for work, hoping to go one day without thinking of your new pen-pal.

—

When you arrived home from work, you were nearly falling over in exhaustion. You just wanted to get back to your apartment and crash in front of the TV. As always, though, you stopped by to read any new messages that Arthur had left. You were surprised to see a rather long entry this time compared to his usual two or three sentences.

I dont understand why you want to talk to me Y/N. You know you are not forced to anser me. I know that you probly dont actully want to meet with me. Thats ok. I enjoy getting your mesages and I want to keep talking. I feel like I have somebody with you around. But I understand if you want to stop. You dont have to lie to me and tell me you want to meet. I will be fine.

For the first time, Arthur’s note didn’t make you smile. Instead, you read through it with a dull ache in your chest. You wished there was some way to prove to him how much you looked forward to this encounter every day. Honestly, it was the only thing you looked forward to these days. 

Arthur,

You doodled a little heart next to his name before scratching it out, too nervous about leaving it there.

I have never lied to you, and I never will. I would like to meet sometime, but only when you’re comfortable with that. Until then, we can talk here. I enjoy getting your messages too; they actually make me really happy. I feel like I have a friend in you. P.S. What’s your favorite color?

The notes between you both went on for another two weeks. Even though your communication was often brief and to the point, you still found yourself craving the disordered, misspelled words from Arthur. Nearly three weeks of knowing him, and you were convinced he was the kindest, funniest, and most selfless man in Gotham. With every new letter in the journal, you felt your control slip away, leaving behind a feeling that you haven’t experienced quite like this.

You liked him. It has only been three weeks, and you liked him.

You tried to reason to yourself that it wasn’t totally crazy to have a crush on Arthur. It’s normal to develop a crush on someone in such a short period; that’s how crushes work. You knew, however, that it wasn’t normal to crush on someone you’ve never even really met. Arthur was nothing but some words on a page right now, but you still couldn’t shake the thought that you knew him.

With each day that passed, you learned something new about him. From his favorite foods to his job at HaHa’s, you found yourself holding on to each fact as if your life depended on it. You briefly wondered if you should take a stop by HaHa’s on your way home from work, but ultimately decided against it. You wanted Arthur to be ready to meet you; you didn’t want to force him to.

After a particularly hard day at work, you sat by the mailboxes, writing furiously about your day.

I hate my job. I hate this apartment. I hate Gotham. The only thing I look forward to is writing with you, but I don’t even know you. Isn’t that pathetic?

You carried on for a whole page and a half about the shitty day you’ve had. You considered tearing it out so Arthur wouldn’t feel required to comfort you, but something kept you from doing so. Arthur has been somewhat open with you; it’s about time you do the same for him.

The next day, you halted to a stop by the mailboxes, seeing the journal laying in its usual location. But next to it, a single blue flower. You slowly made your way over, trying not to get your hopes up.

Y/N Im sorry you are feeling like this. Things in Gotham can be awful sometimes. I have felt like that my hole life. Im starting to feel diferently now that I have you. I hope you feel the same way. I got you this blue flower to cheer you up. Blue means comfort.

You felt your ears burn red, as you picked up Arthur’s gift. You knew how much courage it must have took him to leave something like that for you. The man has told you enough about him for you to picture his bouncing leg and racing heart as he sat the flower down next to his new entry.

This means more than you know, Arthur.

This time, you did leave a little doodle heart next to his name. You knew he would only find it endearing now.

I am incredibly lucky to have found you. You make living in Gotham worthwhile.

You took the flower up to your apartment, knowing that you were going to do whatever you could to keep it alive and well.

If you weren’t sure before, you were now. You really, really liked Arthur. And you kind of, sort of, hoped he liked you too.

—

The next night, you were off early from work. So, after grabbing something quick to eat, you walked back to your apartment in hopes of seeing a new message from Arthur.

When you got inside, you stopped in your tracks. A man with curly, brown locks towered over the journal. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest as you took in, who you presumed to be, your month-long writing buddy.

“Arthur,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him. He still jumped slightly, almost toppling over from lack of balance. He gave you a confused look, seemingly trying to figure out if he knew you. “It’s Y/N.”

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he hurriedly concealed the journal behind his back.

“B-but, I only talk to you in my notebook. W-why are you here? You’ve never been here before,” he said, moving his hands from his chest to his waistline, a gesture you guessed was made to ground himself.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just, I got off work early. I didn’t know you would be here, I swear,” you told him. “If you want me to leave, I understand. I’ll just look at what you wrote later.”

“No.”

“No?”

He finally looked at you—all of you. His eyes roamed from your shoes, all the way to your face before his gaze rested on yours.

“You- you can’t read it. You can’t,” he mumbled.

“But… I’ve been reading everything in there,” you paused before quickly continuing. “Everything you’ve written to me. I haven’t read anything before that! I would never.”

He nods, staying silent.

“Were you going to stop talking to me?” you asked, a little hurt at the insinuation.

“No! I- I could never.”

“Then, why can’t I read what you wrote?”

He looks down at the floor, picking at a part of his sweatpants. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You know I’d never judge you, Arthur, but you don’t have to show me if you don’t want. I can leave, and we can continue writing like this never happened.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and you’re glad to see him meet your eyes once again. He drops the notebook onto the floor, and gives you a wave before taking off towards the elevator. You wait until he’s inside before reaching down and grabbing the book.

His writing, as usual, brings a small smile to your face. It makes your heart flutter that you have a face to put with the name and the messy scribbles.

I checked every word twice in order to get this right. I wanted to make sure I spelled and said everything perfictly perfectly.  I know we have known each other for a little bit but youre always on my mind. Just like you said… you make living in Gotham worthwhile. I have a queston question for you. I hope you still want to write after this. Will you go on a date with me to Pogos? It’s a comedy club. It’s okay to say no.

You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood. The smile threatening to take over your face grew the more times you read over the note. You couldn’t believe the man you just talked to wanted to go out with you. And poor Arthur, who was too embarrassed to tell you that, looked like he wanted to shrivel up.

You scrawled down a giant “yes” under Arthur’s last writing before aimlessly drawing a few hearts around the word. After running upstairs to grab a few things, you came back down to the mailboxes and threw a blanket down on the floor. You were confident that people were going to think you’re crazy, but you weren’t concerned about their opinions. You parked yourself on the blanket and decided to camp out until the next morning when Arthur would, no doubt, be returning.

When the sun did arise, so did your writing partner. You heard the elevator doors screech open, and before you could look, Arthur was standing in front of you gawking.

“Did- did you get evicted?”

You laughed slightly and shook your head. “I was waiting for you.”

“You were waiting for me,” he repeated, looking puzzled and a little nervous.

“Yes. I wanted to be here when you read my response,” you told him. Your heart raced as he carefully took the journal from your hands and looked at it. His brows furrowed, and he looked back at you in astonishment.

“Are you sure? I think you made a mistake,” he dropped the journal and put his hands firmly back onto his chest. “This is not real.”

Your heart sank a little as you took in the distressed man in front of you. “This is real, Arthur. I didn’t make a mistake. I like you.”

“No- no,” his hands went to his head, so you reached out cautiously and took them into yours.

“I like you,” you repeated. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

That seemed to break him out of his episode, and he looked down at your intertwined hands before he broke out into a smile.

“Really? Okay. I’ll write to you and tell you what time to meet me.”

You giggled, debating whether or not to tell him that you didn’t need to write any more now that you knew each other. However, you let him go with a smile on your face and kept your mouth shut. If he wanted to write to you, you’d gladly let him. You were looking forward to seeing what time your scribbly, disordered, writing partner would come up with in your journal. 

Your journal, you thought to yourself. You and Arthur’s journal. 

You liked the thought of that. Arthur will just have to get used to it. 

Turns out, Arthur didn’t have to get used to it. He already was.

[myemotionalsupportcharacters]

Mission #2

Type: One-Shot Series

Pairing: (Kingsman)Merlin x Female!OC

Summary: To celebrate their new start, the current Kingsman take a night off to hold a small party.

Warnings: A little fluffy cuteness

{Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except those marked as OC, I hold no rights over anything from the Marvel universe. Otherwise all content is my own and any similarity to real people, events, or any other fiction is unintentional. Please inbox me if you believe anything within my work violates this disclaimer.}

AN: Enjoy some random Merlin content on my Marvel blog because I’m going though yet another fixation faze.

Shortly after they had found an appropriate location for their new Headquarters, another beautiful old mansion on the outskirts of London. the additional construction requirements had forced them to work from a couple of less desirable locations, Harry's house, Eggsy and Tilde's new home, even the Tailor shop, holding important meetings in Tasting Room 3 of Berry Bro's & Rudd next door. Yet, if it had been done before, it could be done again. Kingsman: Secret Service was a whole new organisation.

"Merlin, the transfer reports have arrived from Statesman." Ginger poked her head around the door with a smile.

"Thank you, Ginger." He turned briefly to look at the woman and gave his thanks before turning back to his desk. He was used to having his own space, it was just usually under a different purpose. Technology Department, Intelligence Unit. Now, he had his own office. It was small, cosy in the West Wing of the house - residential in the East - green wallpaper half the way down with gold detailing, and dark wood boarding the rest. It was rectangular, a few different monitors set up around the walls, door on the left of him, and a large window on the right overlooking the woods. It was a little slice of peace, all his.

The printer hummed as it got to work on the reports, and once it was done, armed with a fresh cup of Earl Grey (a dash of milk, no sugar) he settled into the armchair next to the window. Tequila and Ginger were an easy read, nothing unexpected popping out at him. The real interest came in Vermouth's folder.

Codename: Vermouth

Real Name: Meredith Adams

Home State: Colorado

Training: US Air Force:

  Pilot

  Medic

Education: MIT

  Engineering (Field not Specified)

  Computer Science (Field not Specified)

Awards:

  Graduated Honours

  Distinguished Flying Cross

  80 Flights, 80 Successes

Merlin looked up at a knock on the door. He closed the manilla file, placing it on the coffee table.

"Come in." He called. Vermouth stuck her head around the door, before stepping inside.

"Just popping by to check up on you. How are you doing?" She smiled, moving to take the opposite armchair.

"Why are you really here?" He asked, picking up his cup as she rolled her eyes, folding her legs and leaning back.

"Three reasons really. One, I'm avoiding Ginger. She's been bugging me about my medical and I'm not really in the mood today. Two, I'm so bored." She groaned, flopping her head back in the chair. "And three, I heard the transfer files got sent over." She tilted her head to stare pointedly at the manilla folders stacked on his coffee table, before flicking her eyes up to him, fingers itching. 

"Absolutely not." He scoffed placing the cup back on the saucer.

"Oh come on, don't be such a stick in the mud. I only want to read Tequilas." She argued, moving to sit on her hip and face him, arms hanging over the side of the chair. Her leather jacket pulled apart to expose a black satin blouse with a neckline that definitely wasn't dress code appropriate. 

"It's not happening, Vermouth." She pouted, before sighing and giving in.

"Such a stickler, Merlin. Don't you ever have any fun?" She grinned at her words, rolling her eyes to look at him. "Can I stay here for a bit, hideout. Promise I won't be a nuisance." 

"Don't make promises you can't keep." She smiled before standing and selecting a book from the bookcase. The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes. A present from Harry on his seventh anniversary with Kingsman. She flipped open the hardcover, to find a handwritten note on the very first page.

Dear Merlin,

Congratulations on seven years. Still one of the best choices we ever made.

From Galahad.

PS: Enjoy your 'brothers' adventures.

A smiley face below the note. 

"Your name is Mycroft?" Merlin's headshot over from the clipboard he had pulled from his desk.

"How'd you figure that one?" He asked, neither confirming or denying.

"Well, 'Enjoy your brother's adventures'. Sherlock's brother is Mycroft Holmes, so that would be him taking a dig at finding out you're real name. Am I wrong?" He sighed, already worn out by her.

"Aye. My last name is Mycroft."

"Elementry, Mycroft. Elementry. Though I'm sure it'll be a little harder digging up your first name."

"I should hope so." He muttered. She went back to her book with a smile, and an hour or so later, Merlin looked across to her, concerned by her silence, to see that she had fallen asleep. He smiled, standing and turning to grab the soft tartan blanket draped across the back of his armchair. It was time to greet the new round of potential recruits, so he decided if he was going to leave her there, he would at least drape a blanket across her. At this time of year, the temperature would take a steep drop in the next half hour. So he pulled the book from her lap, placed it back on the shelf, and placed the blanket over her, tucking it in over her shoulders gently. He spared her once last glance at the door, before quietly shutting it, and walking away.

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Love Story - Sirius Black

sirius black x reader

masterlist - prompts (request open)

a/n : i have slowly been adding to this work for some time and i loved the outcome, hope you enjoy it just as much as i did !

word count: 4400

We were both young when I first saw you 

I close my eyes and the flashback starts 

I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air

My fingers gripped the picture book as I made my way towards the couch, the leather book feeling heavy as I took in the picture at the front cover.

It was Sirius and I, dressed in our most formal attire and the roses from the garden in the background as the fireflies moved around in the picture.

A soft sigh left my lips and I let my eyes close, recalling the first time I ever properly saw him.

-

“(Y/N) straighten your back, you’re slouching. It’s your first time being introduced to the Sacred 28 and we need you on your best behavior.”

I sighed quietly and straightened my back, drawing myself to my full height as I fluffed out the large ball gown they had put me in.

I took in my surroundings and took the ballroom in, it was littered in lights and the high ceilings appeared to make the room look even fancier.

My eyes darted across the room and there were a few people that looked my age, they were in a small group and they gave an aura of confidence and that made my nerves increase rapidly. As my eyes continued to scan the room they landed on a tall and broad shouldered raven-haired boy, a drink in hand as he glared at nothing.

A large part of me wondered why he looked so angry and I nervously bit down on my lip as the side of his face came into view. He was very attractive and I could feel a small flush coat my cheeks as my parents began greeting all of their old friends from school. The usual conversation came up and I realized they must of all run in the same circle and had the same ideals as my parents. My eyes quickly averted to the nicely dressed male I had spotted not long ago, drawing out the conversation of blood purity, my mood slightly dropping as the thought that the handsome stranger must have shared the same ideals as everyone else in this room. We continued the small talk and me faking the blush that littered my cheeks as my parents old schoolmates complimented me.

After some time my parents ushered me to the group of people that looked my age, ordering me to introduce myself.

I could feel the nerves wracking up inside me but before I could make it to them I bumped into someone.

“Oh-I am so sorry!”

My eyes clashed with piercing grey ones, his eyes observing my face and before I could properly introduce myself another boy, one of the ones that had been in the group quickly pulled me away. The only things I picked up were to stay away from him and that he was a filthy blood traitor.

I moved my eyes back to where I was stood and I sent him a small sympathetic smile, growing slightly flustered when he smiled back.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say hello

These formal parties became a frequent thing as my family adjusted back to being in Britain. Our family ingrained back into the Sacred 28 society once more and it unfortunately meant dealing with the same stuck up bunch that were soon going to be my school mates. None of which appeared to be the very handsome one I had yet to meet. He hadn’t attended the last few balls and I could feel my mood dropping.

I hadn’t been able to speak to him, or even known his name, but he defiantly brought some light to these dull parties. He radiated mischief and for me, a person who was always taught to be proper and never show any type of emotion, I desperately clung onto the idea of him. A pure blooded, sacred 28 lad who didn’t agree with what anyone in the room believed. He was right up my alley and I intended to meet him.

As I was playing with the food on my plate, another family had walked in, they were greeting everyone and once again, the one that was left alone the other ball just received snarls and looks of absolute disgust. I could feel a burning sensation build up inside me. Why were people so vile? He was just a boy and his parents seemed to do nothing to stop it, they appeared to be encouraging it.

He took off towards the deserted part of the room and I quickly excused myself from my parents, finally making my way towards him.

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

I had learned his name was Sirius and that unlike what everyone thought in this room he was extremely kind and insanely intelligent. He kept me entertained the whole night and it was the first time in a while that I hadn’t regretted my parents decision of moving us from France back to Britain.

He was extremely charming and funny, and the bonus factor was that he was extremely handsome.

“When I first saw you, you looked really angry. If you don’t mind me asking, why was that?”

He sighed quietly and he nervously began playing with the ring of his cup, “I left my home. Couldn’t stand the way they thought, but I decided to go back for my younger brother.”

He pointed at Regulus, he was the only one I actually liked from the bunch and I noticed the whole group was staring at us; I quickly averted my eyes back to Sirius.

“He also doesn’t agree with them either but he’s just way better at hiding it.”

I nodded and I began to feel bad for them, especially Sirius. He sighed quietly but his eyes locked onto mine, he flushed when he realized I had been staring at him.

Before I could engage him into another conversation a firm hand gripped my forearm and pulled me straight out of my seat, it was my father.

He pointed a finger straight into Sirius’ chest, “I know about you, stay away. I’ve been told you were the disgrace in your family and I don’t intend you infiltrating my daughters mind with your ideas.”

I took in a sharp breath and my eyes locked onto Sirius, his eyes had hardened and as my father dragged me away I tried catching his attention. Wanting more than anything to apologize.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while

My punishment was staying home for the next two months. I was not allowed outside of the range of the garden and was most certainly not allowed to any of the balls and formal parties that the Sacred 28 was throwing.

Little did my parents know that I was quite happy to not attend such boring parties, but I still wanted to see Sirius.

To apologize for the way my father had treated him and assure him that I was nothing like my father.

The loud pecking on my window startled me and an owl that I could not recognize was outside of my window, a letter tied to its claws.

I quickly let the owl in and as soon as it set itself onto my desk it began to cuddle its head into my palm. I quickly detached the letter and set a pile of treats for the owl to snack on.

‘To: Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

    The prettiest maiden of the night’

My cheeks colored profusely and I opened the envelope, only to be even more delighted by whom it was from.

‘I reckon our conversation ended abruptly and I quite enjoyed your presence. Is there anyway to meet you sometime soon? - Sirius Black

ps. I await your response with a great deal of nervousness and excitement’

I quickly got my quill and flipped the letter over,

‘Can you apparate? You look of age, if so I’ll be waiting in my garden half past 10. Do you remember the first ball that was taken place this summer? That’s where I live.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

ps. I await your arrival with a great deal of nervousness and excitement’

I dotted a small smiley face to the end of my letter and sent the owl off, the nerves bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for time to pass by.

-

It had reached 10:20 and I was assured everyone but the house elves were asleep. Not that it would make much difference if they were asleep, they’d always cover for me. Even then I quietly made my way outside of the manor, not wanting to be seen for if I was caught they wouldn’t be subjected to punishment.

Once I made it to the front of the garden I made a run for it. Walking towards the end where the wards cut off as I waited anxiously. The minutes were ticking off slowly as I continued to wait, playing with the grass. There was rustling by the trees and a large grunt; I bit down on my lip to stop myself from laughing as a disheveled looking Sirius emerged.

“I’ve been doing that for a good 2 months and I still hate it every time.”

I quickly removed the wards and let him in, growing more nervous under his stare.

“I’d just like to apologize for the way my father treated you. I can assure you he does not speak for me and that I certainly don’t view you the way he does.”

The boyish smile never left his face as his hand reached out to move some hair the wind had blown into my face. “Is that the only reason you called me here?”

His smile quickly turned smug as my cheeks flared up, “Not the only reason, no. However it certainly was an important factor in inviting you here.”

“And the other reasons being?”

I huffed quietly as he grew more comfortable and his naturally flirty side came out.

“Honestly?”

He hummed a yes as we walked ourselves deeper into the center of the garden. “I wanted to see you again. Keep talking to you. You’re the only person that I think is like me in those bloody parties and I wasn’t quite ready to leave you when I was made to.”

His cheeks were burning and he coughed to hide it, turning his eyes from mine as I watched him.

“Well good, because I know I wasn’t ready to stop talking to you either.”

And I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

After that night Sirius made visiting me an every night thing. Half past ten I’d be waiting for him and he would always show up. The whole two months were a blur and he quickly became the only thing I looked forward to everyday.

Today was different though, the two months were up and I was finally allowed back into the graces of the Sacred 28 parties.

I sighed quietly as my father apparated the four of us to the next manor it would be taking place in.

As soon as we got there my brother and I were whisked away to the small group of people our age. My eyes scanned the room, looking for Sirius but with no luck.

I heard a clearing of the throat and my eyes locked with Regulus. His hand extended out to me and he made a motion to the ballroom where many people were dancing.

Feeling everyone’s eyes on me within the group I smiled politely and took his hand in mine.

As soon as his hand landed on my waist his stoic composure quickly wiped away and he visibly relaxed.

“You we’re looking for my brother? Didn’t he get you in trouble the last time?”

“More like I got him in trouble.”

A laugh left Regulus quietly and he continued to move us with the music. “Nothing Sirius isn’t used to, you mustn’t feel too bad. He’s here, but no one knows. My parents forbid him from attending these parties anymore but he wanted to get you away if he could.”

My eyes moved up towards Regulus, he was looking in the direction of my parents and he motioned me over there, pushing me along.

“Mother, Regulus and I are going to walk along the manor.”

The small pride the flittered through my fathers’ eyes was quickly sent to the back of my mind as Regulus pulled me along once more after the permission was granted.

“Sirius is helping me see who I want so I’m helping him with the same thing.”

“Thank you Regulus.”

I smiled up at him and walked towards the double doors, “Another thing, (Y/N).”

I turned to him, letting him continue, “Sirius is intimidated by you, he’s never known someone like you and if you like him I’d tell you to make the first move, he’s too scared to do it but he does like you.”

My cheeks flared up but I nodded nonetheless, quickly walking away from him.

As soon as I entered the room I could see the silhouette of Sirius and I quickly made my way towards him, the adrenaline of what Regulus had told me motivating me for what I was about to do next.

The clicking of my heels had Sirius turning directly to me, as soon as I was in arms reach of him I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his softly.

I could hear the gasp that left him, and then it slowly followed by a laugh that left his throat. One of his hands wrapped around my waist as the other tangled itself into my hair.

After a while we pulled away and both of our faces were flushed, my lips were slightly numb and I pressed my lips to his once more quickly. “Let’s go back to my manor? No ones home and Merlin knows I much rather be there than here.”

He nodded quickly as his arm enclosed around my waist and he apparated the two of us away.

-

The night was spent sharing kisses and taking pictures on a bewitched muggle camera that Sirius had brought along. My lips were pressed to his once more and the time of peace with him was shattered in an instant.

From the front of the garden I could hear my parents, “(Y/N)! Are you here?” “Regulus said you weren’t feeling well and that you came home.”

I grabbed Sirius’ hand as the panic began to grow; I quickly pushed us farther into the garden, making my way to the end of it to get him out.

I could hear the laughter he was trying to bite back as we moved deeper into it, just as we were nearing the end of it he pulled to a stop and spun me quickly into him, his hands enclosing around my face quickly as he pressed his lips firmly to mine.

He softly bit down and I let him pull me flush against his chest. When he pulled away I could hear my parents becoming more frantic. His nose brushed against mine, “I wish I could leave with you.”

His gaze grew heavy as his thumb traced my jaw softly, “School’s starting soon, and we wont have to sneak away anymore. Trust me when I say I wish I could take you with me too.”

I nodded and pressed my lips to his once more quickly, “Go before I get caught and they send me back to France.”

He nodded but he lingered back for a while, the two of us just holding onto each other. He sighed quietly but as soon as he made it outside of the wards he apparated away.

I made my way back into the center of the garden, and as I heard the footsteps approaching I once again panicked and did what I thought the most rational. I laid on the floor and feigned sleep, I kept my eyes shut tightly and only opening them when I was shaken ‘awake’.

Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

Me being sorted into Slytherin was really no question; I had always been extremely ambitious and strived to do better. The shock that came from it was just how close-knit the 7th and 6th year Slytherins were. It was of great importance to never step a toe out of line and once again, seeing Sirius was hidden. I’d basically be exiled from them and it was already a huge struggle being the newest addition to the snake pit besides the 1st years.

The only reason I had any free time was because there was quidditch practice and most of the older students went for moral support, the parchment clutched to my chest had left a bitter taste.

My younger brother had made his way over to me, a solemn expression on his face and I knew my parents had written to him too.

“What are you going to do?”

Even then being family, he always got the weirdest of stares when he sat himself in the Slytherin table. A rather foolish and unspoken rule was that most of the houses didn’t associate with us, especially not those who sported scarlet and gold ties.

I shrugged my shoulders softly as he snatched the parchment from my hands, his eyes rapidly reading over it as he slouched in his seat.

“They want you to m-”

“Don’t say it.”

His lips shut tightly as he reached out for my hand, “We have to do something, you can’t possibly be thinking of going through with it?”

“You have yet to understand that you have a choice simply because you are a man. The Sacred 28 has very backwards ideas when it comes to its women. I simply may not have that choice.”

It was one of the few times I had ever seen him so angry, “Well I can assure you I wont let mother or father go through with it!”

He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared and I decided it was time to head back to my common room, the conversation draining me of the little energy I had since the letter.

-

I had avoided Sirius for a few days after the letter, not really knowing what to say regarding it. As I was making my way towards the black lake I could feel something being draped over me, and seeing as it had happened before I turned to see Sirius, his boyish smile ever present as he pressed his lips to mine quickly.

“I have a feeling you’ve been avoiding me.”

I huffed quietly and just wrapped myself around him, the invisibility cloak hanging heavily on the both of us because he let it go to wrap his arms around me, “You okay?”

“I will be in a little, Merlin I’ve missed you.”

He quickly tangled his fingers with mine, using the other hand to keep the cloak up as he moved us towards the Gryffindor common room. He popped his head out and mumbled the password and we were both under the cloak and walking quickly into his dormitory.

As soon as the doors closed I removed my tie and shoes, laying myself on his bed as he did the same.

“What has you so stressed, love?”

I made space for him and lay my head on his shoulder; he moved his fingers to let my hair down and massaged my head softly.

“I got a letter the other day.”

He hummed quietly, “My parents are looking for suitors. Think its best I start looking for a husband since school is ending within the next few months.”

His hand stilled and I simply couldn’t bring myself to look up at him, “How do you feel about that?”

“I feel like it doesn’t matter what I say. I’m their daughter and they simply want to ship me off so they can have a strong bond with another influential family. They don’t even care and they expect me to be okay with how they’re trying to dictate my life. It isn’t fair!”

It was the first night I stayed with Sirius. We talked about life and our future, simply choosing to ignore the fact we had class tomorrow.

As my eyes grew heavy he pressed his lips to my temple, “I hope you know I am not letting you go that easily and that your parents are going to have to try a lot harder to get you away from me.”

I got tired of waiting Wondering if you were ever coming around My faith in you was fading

The months left at hogwarts flew by in the blink of an eye. We were officially graduates and the future ahead of us was so uncertain. We were only children and forced to pick our future so young.

I had hid behind the pillars and waited for Sirius to get here. A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and Sirius’ scent engulfed me.

As soon as I was facing him, he pressed his lips onto mine, letting the kiss deepen until snickers were heard from behind us, causing us to pull away.

Remus, James, Lily, and Peter were laughing and teasing the two of us. “Pads let the poor girl breathe.”

The six of us spent our last few minutes as students together, enjoying each other’s company before we walked out of the doors and no longer step back in as students.

“Are you sure about tonight?”

My eyes locked with Sirius, “I am, are you?”

“I’ve been ready since you kissed me that night in Avery’s manor.”

I pressed my lips to his once more, “I’ll see you later, love.”

-

It was half past 12 when the sinking feeling began to settle into me, he wasn’t ready and he wasn’t going to come.

I let the minutes tick by and he had yet to show up, my bags were packed and ready to leave but the thought was quickly fleeting as he didn’t show.

It was 15 minutes past 1 and I had told myself that I waited long enough, my motions stilling as I heard a quite pop just outside the garden.

There he was, a sheepish smile as he grabbed my bags from me, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me into him.

“I’m sorry for taking so long, but just listen to me.”

I nodded and I could feel my stomach dropping as he quickly kneeled down, his eyes locked onto mine; his foot extended out, tying his lace as he laughed quietly.

“You arsehead! I thought you were proposing.”

The boyish laughter left his throat and he grabbed my left hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, “Oh I am, just got a little nervous, love.”

His eyes locked onto mine again, “We’ve known each other for barley a year and I always swore that marriage was pointless, but not with you. I’ve had the time of my life with you and I no longer want you to be alone, all I really know is that I am so completely in love with you and I am asking you to marry me? I also know that as much as you deny it you want your parents approval and I’ve spoken to both of them. With the help of your brother, Regulus, and the boys I convinced your parents to let you go with me. That is of course if you want to.”

“No.”

“What?”

The laughter left my throat and I pressed my lips to his once again, “Only kidding, babe. Of course I’d marry you and of course I’ll go with you, I’d go anywhere as long as you’re by my side.”

He huffed quietly but pulled me to him, he gently put the ring on my finger and pressed his lips to mine softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Pads.”

Cause we were both young when I first saw you.

I quickly closed the picture book; out of habit my fingers went to feel the engagement and wedding ring on my finger. The swell of my stomach feeling heavier as I anxiously waited in the living room. Lily made her way into the room as well with the two year old wobbling besides her.

“Sometimes I feel like were never going to see them again. I know we aren’t in as trying times as when Voldemort was in power but them being Auror’s is still highly dangerous.”

Remus walked in followed by Alice and Frank and their two year old, Neville, had my heart racing faster.

Lily’s hand wrapped around my wrist softly, getting my attention back to her “(Y/N) this mission wasn’t too dangerous, they’re just rounding the last death eaters, and the death eaters that were of Voldemort’s lowest rank at that.”

“They’ve been gone for too long, I just miss him.”

Remus laughed quietly as he pressed his hand to my stomach, “I think she’s taking a toll on you as well because they’ve been gone for much much longer.”

I huffed quietly, which only made them all laugh. Both Harry and Neville made their way and began patting my stomach as they talked amongst each other.

Time passed by and before we knew it the door opened quickly and the former schoolmates walked in, only looking a bit scruffy and slightly more disheveled than usual.

Sirius bid hello to everyone before quickly making his way to me, his lips pressing to mine in a searing kiss. “How have my two favorite girls been?”

“We are never letting you leave again.”

The night continued with occasional kisses and Sirius’ hand permanently rubbing circles along my stomach.

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Be Yours - Billy Russo

Prompt: Hey, love! Can I request for an imagine for Billy where he is secretly dating reader (for safety purposes) and she's jealous/annoyed(?) at Madani because Madani still tries to get Billy come back to her (their thing is long already over). Actually just fluff lol Thanks a lot and keep writing! PS: I really admire your works! <3 Prompter: @madamzeyl

Here you go darling! Little tension before the fluff, but it’s definitely there!

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***** Dinner was getting cold. You tapped your fingers on the table and drained the last of your wine before you walked over to where you had left of your phone. There wasn't a new text or any missed calls. You tapped your phone to your chin a few times before you sighed and went into your contacts. The phone rang a few times before a familiar voice met your ears. "He late again?" With a huff, you plopped down on the soft couch and pulled your legs up close to your body. "Tell me I'm crazy Karen," you said as you leaned your head onto your arm. "Tell me that I have no reason to think that Billy is doing something with that Homeland agent." There was a longer silence than you would have preferred and then Karen was sighing. "I don't think Billy would cheat," she offered, which wasn't exactly the resounding no you had been hoping for. As if she could sense your disappointment, she hurried to continue. "You and Billy have been together for a while, right? You love each other." "You know how it was," you said quietly, unable to keep the quiver out of your voice, "you know that we've kept it a secret because of everything that happened. You and Frank are the only ones that know and that's because you walked in on us. We've never even gone out on a date; all of our dates take place here." Your apartment. He had told you that his apartment was off limits in case it was being watched. He always had an excuse or reason for what he did. It used to make you smile. It used to mean that he was being careful and wanted to keep you safe. Now you couldn't help but wonder if maybe he just liked having you in a safe place for when he was bored with playing the field. That wasn't fair. You loved Billy and he loved you. You were just worried and insecure. After a little longer on the phone with Karen, you finally hung up and set about putting dinner up. You made him a plate and wrapped it up, placing it on the top shelf in the fridge. With nothing better to do, you took a quick shower and crawled into bed. Sometime later, as you drifted in and our of sleep, you felt a hand grip your waist. You blinked your eyes open and saw Billy smiling down at you as he he pulled the blankets back. "Sorry I'm late," he said as he dropped the covers around both of you. He pulled you close, nuzzling against your neck with a sigh. "Working with Homeland to fish out any other threats in the CIA is taking more out of me than I had thought it would." You raised one hand to run through his hair, tugging on the locks lightly before you gave him a sad smile. "I expected you to take a shower first." "Do I smell?" He said it with a laugh but when you didn't answer, he narrowed his eyes and sat up a bit. "Why did you expect me to shower?" You started to roll over but his grip on your hip kept you still. With a sigh you met his eyes once more. "You know that Madani wants you, right? That hasn't escaped your notice." Billy sighed and sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked over at you and then shook his head as he let out a humorless laugh. "I've told you time and time again that there's nothing between Madani and I. That shit was ages ago. You and I had broken up and it was just to pass the time." "It doesn't mean she doesn't want you," you said as you sat up as well. He tilted his head as he looked at you and you have him a soft shrug. "I can't even blame her for it. We weren't together for a few months and I regretted letting you go every day." "Hey," he whispered as he moved closer to you. He grasped your face and forced you to look at him. "What happened before doesn't matter anymore. I'm with you; you're the only one that I want. If she's interested, that's her own problem." You nodded but must not have looked completely convinced because he pulled you into a hard kiss. "What do you want? You want me to stop working with her? I'll tell them in the morning. What can I do to show you that I'm yours?" You returned the kiss because you'd never been good at not kissing Billy. He laid you down, hovering over you for a moment before he curled himself around you. His body on yours was so familiar that your body immediately started to relax. "How long am I going to be kept to the shadows Billy?" He gave you a look that you were very familiar with; it was a look that said that you knew exactly why he was doing something. You wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed your face into his chest. "Rawlins is gone. The threat is gone. We've been safe for weeks but you don't seem inclined to show the world that I'm yours." Billy leaned in and gave you a soft kiss, his lips barely brushing yours before he settled down beside you. You sighed, realizing you weren't getting an answer tonight. "I love you," you whispered against his skin before you rolled over, pulling his arm until he was spooning you. You felt him press a kiss against your shoulder before he said the words back.

And slowly, somehow, you fell into a fitful sleep. ------ You and Karen were laughing at a story that Frank was telling. The restaurant was pretty packed but the three of you were in no way the loudest in there. There was a table not too far away of strict looking men in suits that kept casting glances at your table but you were sure it was just because of the laughter the three of you were letting out. "And then Bill comes out of the tent wearing just his boots and that damn bandana," Frank said was a gesture, you and Karen snorting with laughter, "and he..." Frank trailed off and you were wiping tears out of your eyes as you watched both him and Karen glance at each other, looking over your shoulder. You followed their gaze and felt your heart start to thud painfully in your chest. Billy was walking next to a shorter woman. She was dressed professionally but the way she touched his arm made you think that this wasn't exactly a business lunch. The two of them hadn't noticed you three yet. You knew that Madani had met both Karen and Frank, but you'd never had the pleasure. You did have to admit that she was beautiful. And she looked good next to Billy. Karen reached out and touched your hand as if she heard your thoughts. Frank was shaking his head, incapable of keeping his eyes off of the two of them as they made their way further into the restaurant. "Do you wanna leave?" You were frozen, trying to decide, when the two of them stopped at the table with the strict looking men. Madani was trying to adjust the seating so that she would be beside Billy when she noticed the three of you. Her eyes barely skimmed over you before she locked on to Karen and Frank. "Oh," she said as she turned to look at the table curiously. She looked up at Billy and gave him a soft smile. "I'd say you had a hand in this but I set the reservation." Billy followed her gaze and looked at the table. He didn't do more than smile at Karen and Frank, but when his eyes landed on you they changed. His smile became wider, more honest. It was the smile he gave you when he saw you after a long day, the smile you got when you made his favorite food or put on one of the movies he loved to watch. It was the smile that told you that he was yours as much as you were his. "Well Madani, I think you've taken up enough of my time today," he said, voice teetering between amusement and exasperation. His eyes never left yours as he said, "I think I'd rather eat with my friends and my girl." Madani's eyes grew wide. And you had to imagine that your eyes were wide as well. Karen and Frank were grinning as Billy moved over to your booth, sliding into the seat with you. "I told you that I was yours," he whispered as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You let out a watery laugh, barely holding in your tears as you used the lapels of his suit to pull him into a kiss. Karen took great pride in telling you later that Madani had looked shocked and then ashamed of herself. She'd heard her make an excuse before she left the restaurant altogether, leaving the strict looking men looking even more put out. She would tell you that later and make you and Billy grin at each other. But for now, you were lost in the kiss and in the feeling of finally being Billy's.

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Secret Santa

Merry Christmas to you, @psyriaart !  I’m your Secret Santa, and here is your gift!  ♡ PS: If you have an AO3, please let me know so I can gift the work to you over there as well! 

Ladybug carefully opened the large plate glass window and slipped into the empty room as quietly as possible.  At least, she hoped it was empty.  She’d been observing it for the past twenty minutes, dithering, on the excuse that she wanted to make sure it was empty.  There’d been no movement within, and her excuse had worn thin, even in her own mind.  If she didn’t do what she’d come to do, then she was going to have to just give up and go home with her tail tucked between her legs.

 But—no.  She was Ladybug, damnit, and cowardice just didn’t sit well on her shoulders.  So here she was, sneaking into Adrien’s room with his Christmas gift tucked safely in the bag slung over her shoulder.

 Of course, she could have just given it to him directly, and all of this skullduggery to leave it in his room anonymously would have been unnecessary.  She ignored that very Tikki-sounding voice, reassured herself that this was not a cowardly way to go about it, and dropped silently to the floor in his room.

 Now she just had to figure out where to leave it.

 On his bed?  No, too creepy.

 His desk?  Too impersonal.

 The piano?  No, too…random.

 Ladybug bit her lip indecisively as she looked around the room, trying to decide on the perfect place to leave the gift.  A few minutes later, she gave up.  She needed help.

 “Spots off,” she whispered, catching Tikki gently in her palms as the little kwami left the earrings.

 Tikki looked at their surroundings in confusion before meeting her eyes.  “Marinette, what are you doing?”

 “I don’t know where to leave it, Tikki!  I want it to be perfect, not weird or random, you know?  And it can’t be too obvious, because what if someone else comes in here before Adrien gets back?  What if it’s the cleaning lady, and she throws it away?  What if it’s Nathalie, or his fa-father and they confiscate it?  What if Adrien does find it, but thinks it’s creepy that someone broke into his room and—”

 Tikki’s eyes widened at the panicked tirade and flew up to nuzzle the girl’s flushed cheek comfortingly.  “Calm down, Marinette!  I really don’t think it matters that much where you leave it, so long as he sees it.”

 Marinette blinked.  “Really?”

“Really!”  Tikki smiled encouragingly, and gave the room a quick once-over.  “What about on the coffee table, by the TV?  It’s not near the door, so anyone coming in won’t see it immediately, but in plain enough sight that Adrien is sure to see it soon.”

 “Oh Tikki, that’s perfect!”  She knocked the heel against the side of her head with a groan.  “It’s so obvious, why didn’t I think of that?”

 “Because you were over-thinking again,” Tikki giggled.  “Now, hurry up and leave it so we can—”  She broke off with a grimace and dove into Marinette’s over-sized bag, hiding beneath the gift.  “Too late,” she muttered, and Marinette’s gaze snapped up to see a familiar black-clad figure flying unerringly toward the still-open window.

 “Oh, no!”  Marinette looked frantically for a place to hide, but to no avail. “No no nonononono!”

 “Just brazen it out, Marinette,” Tikki hissed as Chat Noir hit the floor in a dive and rolled gracefully to a crouch.  “He saw you.”

“Princess?”  He asked, rising from his crouch.  “This isn’t your tower.  What are you doing here?”

 “Um!  No-nothing!  I just, ah, was doing a favor!  For Adrien!”

 “For Adrien?” he repeated, his voice curiously dry.

 “Ye-yeah!  He um, he asked me to…get a book for him!”  She crossed to his desk and picked up the graphic novel sitting next to his keyboard.  “See?  He forgot it, and asked me to grab it for him.”  She clutched it frantically to her chest, and began edging toward the door.  “So, it was really good to see you, but I have to get going.  Adrien needs his book after all!”

 She’d gone three steps towards the door when Chat Noir landed in front of her, and leaned negligently on his staff.  She stopped short and stared at him with wide eyes as he smiled lazily.  “Chat?”

 “I happen to know that Adrien did not send you here for a book.”  He quirked a brow and leaned forward to pluck the book from her grasp, tossed it back to the desk, and leaned on his staff once more.  “So what are you really doing here?”

 She gulped.  “I was—I, uh…”

 His eyes crinkled in a smile.  “Pilfering his phone again?”

 “Wha--?” she gasped.  “How did you—I mean, no, of course not!  I’ve never stolen anything!”

 “You’re a terrible liar, Princess.”

 “Oh, alright.”  She deflated, and tugged the bag around to her front to clutch at it tightly.  “For the record, I only borrowed his phone to erase an embarrassing voicemail that I didn’t even mean to leave.  And today…”  She opened the bag and pulled out the brightly colored package, wincing when she saw the sorry state of the bow.  “I just wanted to leave him a surprise for Christmas.”

 “Oh!”  He straightened, and a faint blush stained his cheeks.  “Really?  A Christmas gift for m—him?”

 “Yeah.  Giving him gifts usually end up in disaster, so I thought I’d try something else this time.”

 “Ah.”  He grimaced, and nodded in understanding.  “I see.”

 “Exactly.”  She sighed, shaking her head.  “If even you’ve heard what a catastrophe I am, then this is definitely the right call.  This way, I can be like a secret Santa, no humiliation involved.”  

She looked nervously over her shoulder at the door to his room, conscious of the long minutes she’d already spent in there.  “Speaking of, I think I’ll just leave it on the table there and skedaddle.  I don’t want to get caught here by anyone else and make this into a catastrophe as well.”  Her eyes lit, and narrowed on him.  “Wait a minute, what are you doing here?”

 His eyes widened.  “Ah, I saw someone sneaking in here, and wanted to make sure he wasn’t being robbed.”

 “Oh.  That makes sense, I guess.”  Her expression eased and she wandered over to the low coffee table to set the package carefully in the middle.  “I hope he likes it,” she murmured, when she realized that he’d followed her over.

 “I’m sure he will,” he murmured in reply.  “I’m certain he will.”

Chat Noir held Marinette tightly as he carried her the short distance from his house to her rooftop balcony, his mind preoccupied with the present currently sitting on the table in his room and with the girl who left it there.

 How had she gotten into his room?  He would have sworn he’d seen Ladybug when he first glimpsed someone in his room, and it would have been easy enough for his partner.  For Marinette?  Not so much.   And why hadn’t she simply given it to him at school, or at the holiday party his father had grudgingly allowed Adrien to host?  It was scheduled for the following night, so it’s not like she’d have to wait long.

 Then he recalled again what had happened when she tried to give him his gift last year, and cringed.  Maybe this was the better option.

 He landed lightly on her balcony and allowed her to slide to the ground, pointedly ignoring the way his hormone-riddled body reacted to the feel of her against him.  “Home safe and sound, as promised, Princess.”

 “Thank you, Chat.”  She rose on her toes and pressed a brief kiss to his cheek.  “If you’ll wait for just a moment, I have a little something for you as well.”

 He froze in place at the touch of her lips on his cheek, and managed only a stiff nod at her words.

 Blushing, Marinette opened the trap door and slid into her room.  She was gone only for a moment before she returned with another festive package and pressed it into his hands.

It was smaller than the box she’d left in his room, but just as beautifully decorated.  “Chat Noir” had been written in careful script across one of the large green polka dots that speckled the paper, and she’d turned the “O” into a kitty cat smiley face.

 He shot her a shy smile, thinking of the other gift she’d already given him—not that she knew that.  “You didn’t have to get me anything, Princess.  And it isn’t Christmas yet.”

 “Of course I did.  I give gifts to all my friends.”  She bounced a bit on the balls of her feet, smiling.  “Open it!”

 “Alright.”  Still smiling, he split the tape with a sharp claw and opened one end of the package to slide the box out of its wrapping.  To his delight, he found a bakery box stuffed full of his favorite treats from her parents’ boulangerie.  He immediately opened the box, lifted out a pale pink macaron, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth with a happy sigh.

 Marinette laughed.  “Maybe don’t eat them all at once this time, yeah?”

 His mouth was still full of macaron, so he just shrugged.  He probably would eat them all at once, even knowing the stomach ache he’d have when he was done.

 They were that good.

 He thought again of the package waiting for him in his room.  Would there be more of the same?  He couldn’t decide if he wanted there to be, or not.  They were amazing, but even he couldn’t eat that many sweets!

 As it turned out, he needn’t have worried.  The surprisingly heavy box had contained a beautiful, deep green chenille throw that was heavy without being thick.  It had been knitted with a very fine chenille yarn, making it both very soft and very warm.  There was no packaging, no tag, and no label.  Knowing Marinette, it was probably hand-made, and knowing what he did about textiles, he was overwhelmed by the number of hours she’d spent on it—let alone the cost of the expensive chenille yarn.  He unfolded it and draped it over his body, luxuriating in the comforting weight of the deceptively thin blanket and wondering how he could possibly thank her for the gift.

 Plagg, who’d made a bee-line for the cheese stash in his personal fridge the moment he’d been released from the ring, must have sated himself.  He floated over and lifted a corner of the blanket curiously.  “This is nice,” he said, running a paw over the material.  “But what is this?”

 “What is what?”  Adrien asked, dropping his end of the blanket to look at the corner Plagg held.  An interesting design had been stitched into that corner of the blanket and he frowned, recognizing the design but not immediately placing where he’d seen it before.

 When it clicked, he jumped up from the couch and went pawing through his closet, dead-set on finding one particular scarf. After a moment’s panic, he remembered that he’d worn it to school on Friday and found it jammed in his school bag.  With a sigh of relief, he took it and found the design that had been embroidered at one end of the scarf.

 Though smaller, it was an exact match to the one on his new blanket.  What’s more, is that from this angle, he finally realized that the design actually spelled out Marinette’s name.  What had she said in the bowler hat competition?  I always sign my designs.

 It was Marinette’s signature.  Marinette had made his scarf.

 The next evening, Marinette stood in front of the mirror in her room, critically eyeing the black and green tea-length cocktail dress she wore.  It was conservatively cut, yet it hugged her slender body in a way that flattered her petite figure before flaring out at the hips to swirl gently around her thighs.  It was made of a buttery soft green underdress, with a black lace overlay that made the green look darker than it actually was.  She’d painstaking sewn on tiny Swarovski crystal beads here and there in the lace, making it sparkle when they caught the light.  All in all, it was the perfect dress for a semi-formal holiday party, even if it was at the home of a world renowned fashion icon.  Besides, it wasn’t the elder Agreste she sought to impress—it was his son.

 “You look lovely, Marinette!”

 Marinette pirouetted before the mirror and grinned at Tikki’s reflection.  “Do you think Adrien will like it?”

 “Of course!  Everyone will!”

 “Thanks, Tikki.”  Marinette giggled, and held out her coordinating purse, already stocked with cookies.  “Are you ready?”

 “I am!”  She dove into the purse, but peeked back out.  “I can’t wait to hear your parents’ reaction.  You did such a great job on the dress, and you look so pretty!”

 Tikki was not disappointed.  They oohed and ahhed over her creation, bemoaned the rate at which their little girl was growing up, and took enough photos to fill an album.

 “Wait, where is Alya?”  Tom asked suddenly, frowning.  “Don’t you two usually go to these sorts of things together?  I don’t want you out there on your own.”

 “No, Papa, Adrien is sending his driver to pick me up!  Isn’t that sweet?  He offered chauffer services to anyone who wanted a ride, just to make sure all of his friends could attend.”

Her father’s expression cleared.  “Have I mentioned before how much I like this Adrien fellow?  Such a gentleman.”  He grinned mischievously and turned to his wife.  “I can’t wait to make their wedding cake!”

 Marinette flushed hotly, but giggled in spite of herself.  “Papa!”

 Sabine laughed.  “Don’t worry, I’ll remind him never to say that sort of thing in front your friends.”

Marinette shuddered theatrically.  “Heaven forbid!”

 There was a quiet knock at the door, and she twirled to stare at it, excitement spiking.

 “I think your ride is here,” her father said dryly when she didn’t move to open it.

 “Oh!  Right.”  She opened the door expecting to see Adrien’s chauffeur, or perhaps someone else from the Agreste staff.

 She did not expect to see Adrien himself, standing at her door with a sheepish smile.

 Marinette shrieked, and slammed the door.

 Tom snickered.

 “Marinette!”  Sabine scolded, and reached past her daughter to open the door once more.  “Hello, Adrien.  Come on in.”

 Adrien looked at Marinette uncertainly.  “Hi.”

 “Hi.”  Marinette ducked her head, blushing hotly.  “I-I’m sorry.  I wasn’t expecting you, and I panicked.”  She glanced up, and smiled.  “Would you like to come in?”

 “Sure.”  He stepped awkwardly inside, and his eyes swept over her.  He blinked.  “You look…wow.  You look amazing, Marinette.”

 The heat returned full-force to Marinette’s cheeks at the compliment.  “Thank you!  So do you.  I mean, no!  Not beautiful!  Handsome!  I mean, of course you are, you’re a model, and—”

 “You do look very nice, Adrien.”  Her mother cut in, her hands landing gently on her shoulders.  “Since you’re here, would you mind taking a few pictures with Marinette?”

 “Maman!”

 Adrien chuckled, and inclined his head.  “I don’t mind at all, so long as you share them with me.”

 “Of course!”  Delighted, Sabine shooed them over to stand in front of the book shelf, and began snapping photos.

 Before she could get carried away, though, Marinette slipped out from under Adrien’s arm (omg he’d had his arm around her!) and bussed her mother’s cheek.  “I will be back later, Maman!”

 Sabine smiled knowingly, but lifted Marinette’s coat from the back of the couch and handed it to her.  “Have a good time, dear.”

 “Don’t forget your curfew!”  Tom added as he draped his arm over his wife’s shoulder, and dropped a kiss on his daughter’s head as she tugged the coat on.

 “I’ll make sure that she gets home safe and sound, sir.”

 “Thank you, Adrien. Merry Christmas!”

 “Merry Christmas!”

 Marinette led the way through the door and down the stairs to street level, acutely aware of the boy—the young man, really—who followed close behind her.  Was he personally picking up all of his classmates?  Or just her?  Alya hadn’t said anything about a personal pick up, and she’d certainly had no idea about it.

 At the bottom of the stairs, he slipped around her and pulled the door open with a flourishing bow.

She giggled at the overdone gallantry, and he met her gaze with a smile.  “Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he said, gesturing to the car parked at the curb.

 “A limo?” she gasped, staring at him in shock.  Then her brain finished processing his words, and she started, staring after him as he walked to the car and opened her door.  Just a coincidence, she thought, catching up with him.

 He grinned. “It’s only a small limo.”

 With a breathless laugh, she slid into the back seat, and continued to move until he had room to slide in beside her.

 Adrien’s enormous driver glanced in the back seat to make sure they were both buckled, and then pulled away from the curb with a grunt.

 Marinette shifted in her seat, nervous but also very curious.  She licked her lips and forced herself to ask the question that had been burning in her mind.  “So…did, um, did everyone get a personal pick up from the host?”

 Adrien laughed a tad uncomfortably, and shook his head.  “Ah, no.  I…I wanted an opportunity to talk to you, alone, and I knew that we probably wouldn’t get an opportunity to do that at the party, so…”

 Marinette’s heart thumped hard in her chest, and she stared at him, wide-eyed.  “You wanted to talk to me?  Alone?”

 “Yeah,” he said, softly.  Turning his gaze to the driver, he said, “Malcolm?”

 The driver, whose name was apparently Malcolm, grunted again.  A tinted glass plate rose up between the compartments, affording them a degree of privacy.  Marinette started open-mouthed, then turned to look at Adrien with ever-mounting curiosity.

 He studied her face as if he was looking for something, and she squirmed under his regard.  “Adrien?”

 “Right, sorry.”  He blinked, and seemed to shake himself.  “I wanted to thank my secret Santa, for my gift.”

 “Your—oh!”  Her eyes widened yet further, and she felt herself flush scarlet.  “But I’m not—”

 “I was quite surprised to find it in my room, you know.”  He tilted his head quizzically, ignoring her denial.  “How did you get into the house?”

 She floundered, grasping desperately for an explanation that didn’t include a red suit with black spots. “I-I…ah, I um, snuck in through the back door?”

 That searching look returned to his eyes as he weighed her response.  Then he smiled enigmatically, and reached over to take her hand in his.  Her breath caught.  “Is this ok?” he whispered, and at her nod, his smile widened.  “You’re still a terrible liar, Princess.”

 Her eyes blew impossibly wide and she gasped.  “You’re…?”

 His smile turned sly, and it was 100% Chat Noir.  “The one and only.”

 “You—but—how?  Why are you—” She darted a look at the driver, and shook her head.  “Why let me know?”

 He winced sheepishly.  “I, um, looked at yesterday’s security footage for the area outside my room.”

 She paled and goggled at him, her mind reeling. She’d barely recovered from the shock of discovering that he was Chat Noir, and he was hitting her again with this?  She gulped, and decided to play dumb in the hopes that she was wrong.  “Oh?  Anything interesting?”

 He gave her a look that communicated quite clearly what he thought of that.  “Not now, there isn’t.  You’d be surprised at how easy it is to edit digital security footage.”

Damn.  She lowered her eyes, and fingered one of the crystals on her dress.  “So, now you know.”

 “I know that you’re my best friend, and that I’ve now fallen for you twice.”  Her eyes shot back to his, and he raised her hand to his mouth, to place a kiss on the back.  It was the first time he’d done it outside their masks, and her breath caught.  “I know that I want to ask you to be my official date for the party.  And I know that I would very much like to catch you under the mistletoe tonight.”  He smirked, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.  “More than once, if you’ll let me.”

 Marinette blinked, struggling to take it all in.  This was—this was a lot, and so much of the conversation had happened in subtext that her head was swimming just trying to keep track of the things that hadn’t been said.  If she’d followed all of that correctly, then Adrien was Chat Noir; he’d figured out that she was Ladybug from the security footage at the mansion but had doctored it so that no one else could do the same; and he wanted her to be his date for the night.

 “Marinette?”

 She looked up, and realized that she must have stayed quiet for too long; Adrien’s smile had melted, and he was now staring anxiously.  “How are you not freaking out right now?” she blurted, and then decided that that was actually what she really wanted to know the most.

 He laughed.  “I did all of my freaking out last night, and got it out of my system.”  He rubbed the back of his neck, and chuckled again.  “There was a lot of freaking out.”

 “Oh.  That…makes me feel better.”

 “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

 She nodded, and chuckled a bit herself.  “I’m screaming internally.”

 “Okay, how about this,” he said, squeezing her hand.  “How about we get out of this car, go inside, and have a really good time at this party.  You don’t need to be my date, I promise not to accost you under the mistletoe, and we can talk about everything later.  What do you say?”

 “I’d say that sounds wonderful,” she breathed gratefully.  “But, would it be okay if I accosted you under the mistletoe?”

 He grinned.  “As many times as you like, my lady.”

@mlsecretsanta

[timelvss]

haunting past

parings: min yoongi | reader ft. jungkook

genre: idol au / angst (kinda a lot)

warnings: heartbreak, post break up

word count: 3.4k

description: jin is getting married, you have no date and you don’t want to see your ex min yoongi

author’s note: this is one of my firsts fics that im making, it took forever to finish but i’m so glad it came out well. Also if there is any spelling mistakes please forgive me, its 12 am and im finally posting this. Thank you for reading!

ps. i wrote a sequel! you can find it here, Haunting Present .

“Jennie, for the third time, I’m not going. It’s a stupid idea,” You said into the phone as you kept on folding the warm clothes splayed out in front of you.

“I know, but hey, maybe it’s been enough time,” she said back. You could hear rustling in the background and you swore it was because it was probably was at the mall once again. “I think you need to tell yourself to move on. His career came before you, go and show him you don’t need him,”

“I haven’t even dated since two years ago Jens, I think he can see I’m still a little hurt,” you mumbled back. Setting clothes in different piles as you sighed back into the phone.

“Hey, Jungkook will be there, ask him to pretend to be your date,” Jennie said back as you finished folding the last shirt. That wasn’t a bad idea, but you still felt guilty about using Jungkook just so you wouldn’t look so lonely.

“I’ll think about it okay?” you said as you rubbed your eyes, shaking your head at the thought of asking Jungkook.

“Okay, I gotta go. Also, if you do decide to go I picked up a dress for you so let me know.” You heard Jennie say as you tried to hang up the phone. You both said your farewells and finally hung up the phone. You were terrified of showing up to Jisoo’s engagement party dateless and bumping into your ex on accident.

Walking along the same path you walked every day you found yourself noticing small things that probably did not matter to other people besides you. For example, how the cafe in the corner always around the same time made the whole street smell like fresh baked pastries, how the warm weather was slowly running away from you, and how the people always seemed to know who you were. Right before turning your heel back to your street your boyfriend, Yoongi was sitting on the bench facing you. Smiling you walked towards him, only to be greeted by a small kiss to your cheek.

“How was work?” Yoongi asked as his hand moved around your waist to keep you close to him.

“Good, but you know how Seokjin is. He was bugging Jisoo and me about the demographics around the area for the new construction plans,” leaning into Yoongi’s shoulder you let yourself rest against him. You felt him tense for a second before breathing out a sigh making you furrow your eyebrows. “How was your day?”

“Listen, I need to tell you something,” he said and suddenly you felt everything rush inside of you. Was he going to dump you? Was there someone else? A thousand questions ran through your head making you back away from his embrace. “Don’t be like that, come back,”

“Tell me everything then,” you said, fixing your bag on your shoulder.

“The company accepted me.”

After the news of Yoongi getting accepted to the company you decided to drop everything and move to Seoul, of course Yoongi wouldn't even be living with you due to the company’s regulations but you were still a lot closer. Your job took another significant jab, the only way they would relocate you was if you wanted to move departments and start over from zero. You knew Yoongi felt terrible about moving your whole life to another city because of him so you didn’t mention the loss of your position.

The city live was something you were still trying to get used to, it was a lot different than Daegu but you wanted Yoongi to be happy. Since him joining the company all the free time was his lunches where you would meet up with him at a restaurant near the studio or he would come to your place. Yoongi would explain to you what his duties were including some lyrics of some songs he was writing. The excitement radiated off him and you couldn't help but to feel happy for him to be accomplishing his dreams.

About three months in, the lunches became less frequent and you knew it wasn't because Yoongi was getting tired of you but because he was too immersed into his work. You were a bit worried about him overworking himself or missing meals due to his new lifestyle. Which is why you spent most of the morning in the kitchen trying to prepare a couple of sandwiches and snacks for him.

You walked along the busy streets towards the studio where you knew Yoongi was probably still in. You had texted him a few times but after no reply you decided to go drop the food of yourself. After about 20 minutes of walking you walking into the lobby, meeting a young girl at the front desk who gave you directions towards the studio in which Yoongi was in. You made your way through the halls until you reached a door with the sign that said, ‘Agust D’ making you smile. You knocked a few times only to be greeted by a tall slender man who gave you a questioning look.

“You are?” the mystery man questioned you as he looked at the basket in your hands and then back inside. “Wait, you must be the mystery lady Yoongi mentioned. I’m Namjoon, I’ve been working with Yoongi for the past couple of days,”

“Nice to meet you,” you said back giving the guy a nod as he moved out of the way for you to come in. You gave Namjoon a small bow and walked towards Yoongi who was sitting in front of a whole arrangement of buttons with a pair of headphones on his ears.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I’m going to try to ask Wendy out again,” Namjoon said making you smile. You nodded and turned back to your boyfriend with a smile on your lips.

“Hey Yoongs, I brought you some food and snacks,” taking off Yoongi’s headphones you said carefully.

“Oh you're here, yes thank you. You can go now I have to get back to work, wait where’s Namjoon?” Yoongi said pushing the food further away from him and then down on the floor. You felt something tug inside but you kept it down.

“Yoongi have you even eaten?” You didn't realize what had slipped past your mouth until it was too late.

“Y/N go home, I’m busy,” Yoongi said sighing again as he stood up from his chair,.

“I gave everything up for you and all I get is a ‘go home, I’m busy.’ Are you fucking serious Min Yoongi?” you groaned. A small part of you felt guilty but your rage was boiling. How dare he try to push you away after everything you had given up for him?

“I don't want to argue with you,” Yoongi said in a stern voice. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, you could tell he was tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in days making you feel worse than what you felt before.

“I’ve tried keeping everything down Yoongi, ever since you sent in the audition tape. I kept doing everything I thought was right just to please you but I’m so exhausted. Just say you’ll try to fix this, that you’ll fight for me,” you begged him one last time as tears built up. Your vision was turning blurry and the pang in your chest was at its worse.

“Go home.” You could only nod and look back at the man in front of you, giving him one last smile before you walked out of the studio. Your hands whipped any remaining tears away from your eyes and held your head up. Not even the Min Yoongi genius was going to see you cry.

  Pulling on the dress you still thought this was a terrible idea but Jennie was persistent that you ‘show up and show him his loss’. You couldn’t really picture it being a loss really. In the two years you left him he only managed to debut and gather a pretty massive fanbase. His album was top selling in the rankings and at award shows he always seemed to be the smiley Yoongi you knew. He was rumored to be dating some girl from a group but you decided not to pay attention.

You were finishing up the rest of your makeup when your phone gave a small ding, telling you a message came.

  [6.24 pm ] jungkook : are u almost ready bc im on my way rn

  When you finally asked Jungkook to go with you it seemed like a good idea, but now that you saw the text you felt a wave of dizziness come over. You couldn’t show up with another guy, everyone would ask you and what was your answer? No, he's just a friend. Way to go Y/N.

  [6.25 pm ] you : yes but i want to die

  You could practically hear Jungkook laughing at you, but your brain was screaming and your heart was probably dead in a ditch.

  [6.26 pm ] jungkook : don’t worry if it gets too bad well ditch and go for burgers even if seokjin hyung kills us

  Jungkooks hand was on your back as you both walked towards the entrance of the reception. Flowers and arrangements decorated small tables around the room, it was beautiful but it was obvious Seokjin picked them.

“Y/N! You actually came!” you heard Jisoo’s scream from across the room. Suddenly you were wrapped in too many arms and all you could do was smile.

“See, I told you she would show up,” Jin said against your head making you laugh as you nodded your head. “I know how hard it must be to be here, but thank you,” JIn whispered back against your head as Jisoo pulled back from you. You could only give him a tight smile and nod your head once again.

“It’s a special day for the both of you, I wanted to be here,” You said as your hand slipped around Jungkook’s arm, making you feel a bit safer than before. Jin pulled back to you at your date and raised one if his eyebrows. “It’s not what you think,”

“Woman, you know I’m more than fine with who you date but really? A kid?” Seokjin said as a laugh escaped his lips and you tried hard to contain yours.

“Excuse me, I’m not a child and I’m actually twe-”

“Seokjin,” Your head quickly turned to the voice who said those words. You gripped tighten around Jungkook’s arm and your heart felt like it was beating a million times per minute. Jungkook held his grip on you and gave you a reassuring smile, you could only nod and try to look away from where the voice was coming from.

“Oh, Yoongi, I thought you said you weren’t gonna make it,” you could hear the small amount of surprise in Seokjin’s voice.

“I wasn’t but Jisoo asked my mom, she pretty much forced me to walk out of the studio,” Yoongi chuckled and you could only feel your heart clenching. Jungkook must have sensed your discomfort because his arm slipped around your torso, helping you stand completely up and you could only pray a genuine smile was on your lips when you turned to see your ex.

Excusing ourselves, Jungkook lead the way to your table only to find Jennie with a man who you didn't know but suspected it was one of her new toys. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head but you refused to turn around. If you did you might as well tell him you still love him.

“I can still feel his eyeballs on us,” Jungkook said beside you as he took a small sip of his water trying to sound as calm a possible.

“Well, he did have an intense stare,” you sigh as the words slip out of your mouth, bringing your hand up to rub the bridge of your nose.

“It’s okay now he thinks you got someone, I don't see how this is bad,” Jennie said as her date placed a kiss to the top of her head. You could tell she meant a lot more to him than him to her but you weren't going to spill any secrets you lowkey understood. “But, I can go tell him to fuck off if you want,”

“Let him be, it's fine, I’ll be fine.” You fingers found themselves on your temples as you leaned on to your elbows. Glancing down at your drink and then back at the people around yourself.

The music was at full blast when you least realized, people danced in the small stage and all you could do was smile at the people. Jin and Jisoo looked like they were having the time of their life which only made you wonder if that would ever come to you. Jungkook was talking to Jennie’s date while she was out dancing with a couple of her other friends. You always hated dancing but now you only wanted to slow dance with a single person.

  “C’mon, you need to start practicing,” Yoongi’s hands found themselves on your hips, tugging you closer to his body. A goofy grin spread over his lips as you laughed at his words.

“Practicing for what?”

“For our wedding.”

The both of you laughed as you wrapped your hands around his neck, slowly moving your legs to the rhythm of the song. He could only let out a groan every time you stepped on his toes making you whisper out a million ‘sorry’s and ‘forgive me’s.

  You stood up from your chair and excused yourself from your friends, walking out of the venue and towards one of the balconies. Leaning against the railing you let out a loud sigh knowing no one was around. The realization of things were heavy against your shoulders as you looked up the sky. The love you felt for Yoongi was still there and you had no idea how to get rid of it. Maybe saying yes to a date with Jungkook would be a good idea but you didn't want to leave the boy broken hearted in the process of figuring yourself out.

“Do you want to dance?” quickly turning you found the source of the voice, Min Yoongi.

“Yoongi,” you breathed out as if it was your last breath. Your heart was racing against your chest and you were so glad the man wasn’t standing closer or else he would have seen your hands start to shake.

“It doesn't have to mean anything, but seeing them dance didn't feel right because that cou-”

“Don't say it” you warned the man in front of you, as he stepped closer to you. You could see his changed features this close better than any recent picture you found yourself stalking that day.

His hair was a light blue and it was ready to turn back to blonde in the next few washes and you could only think of how that was his color when you left. His eyes looked tired, but he always looked tired even when he slept through all his alarms and got to class late. His shoulders were more broad and he no longer looked like a boy, this Yoongi that was in front of you was a man. A man that you still loved with every cell in your body.

  “Y/N,” he pleaded as his hand slowly made his way to cup your face making you stare up at him. Everything felt in place but you knew deep inside it meant nothing, because after this night things would go back to the way they were. Two separate lives, Yoongi living his dream while you tried to figure out how to push him out of your life. “Please, just one dance,”

You could only nod and him as his hand slipped down to take yours into his while the other took its place on your hip. Resting your hand on his shoulder you both moved closer to each other, your head was tucked underneath his. You could hear his breaths as you both slowly swayed back and forth. The movement felt all too familiar and you couldn’t help to feel your eyes start to water, making you turn your head to the side so it was harder for him to see you. The song played in the background making your heart ache, but that was a feeling familiar to you by now.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi said as a smile was spread over his lips. It was a bit sad on how you could tell by not even looking at him. “I never thought I’d see you again, or that you would come at all. I just came to see if I could see you again which I’m glad I did at least. Even though you came with someone, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I lost the biggest part of me when I pushed you away and you didn’t deserve that,”

“Things happen Yoongi,” letting out a small laugh you picked at your nails for about the hundredth time since you arrived to the venue. Or more like, since you saw Yoongi.

“I lost the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t, you,” Yoongi said as his legs moved along with the rhythm. He was no better than you at dancing, but the time that passed his legs seemed to move more with the music you noticed. Although you couldn’t say the same for yours.

“Yoongi, you can't say that,” you said pulling back from his arms. Shaking your head and letting your hand put a safe distance between the both of you.

“You need to hear it, I’m not asking you to take me back but I want you back in my life,” you heard him say making your heart skip a beat. You brain was screaming at you and telling you to run, but your feet kept you grounded to the floor as if they had grown roots. “I know I’m not the most decent human being, but I just want you back. I was a wreck after I realized I didn't have you in my life anymore. I called everyone and asked everyone about you, but you disappeared from here and I had the album coming. I did nothing, so now I'm begging you to please let me back into your life. I need you,”

Your mind was running in circles and you could only take more steps backwards. Your hands wiped any tears that found themselves rolling down your cheeks, you couldn’t let him see you like this. He couldn't make you cry. Not again. Your gaze met his and his eyes screamed for an answer, but your mouth had nothing to say.

  “Y/N,” you turned to see Jungkook standing by the door frame, the look in his eyes was something you had never seen before. His whole mood screamed protect and you could only move towards him. You heard Yoongi make a noise behind you but you told yourself not to look back.

“Jungkook,” you whispered as you turned to look at Yoongi who was visibly sending daggers towards Jungkook.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook walked towards you and put his hands on your cheeks, wiping any remains of tears away from your eyes. You could only stare back at him, he truly cared for you and you saw that in his eyes.

“Yes, let’s go,” you told Jungkook, making him nod and take your hand in his. You turned back at Yoongi one last time before you left. Your feet moved along with Jungkook’s as you both walked out of the venue, not looking back at any of the people you both left behind.

“Y/N, no please! Don't go, please!” You heard Yoongi’s screams from behind you only making your grip on Jungkook’s hand tighter. He was saying something that you couldn't catch because your ears were buzzing. You heard Jin screaming at Yoongi and footsteps behind you as Jungkook opened the car door for you. Yoongi’s eyes found yours as you stood in front of your seat. His eyes were red and tears rolled and he looked as if he had been crying all night, but you knew it had only been minutes.

   “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

[n-writes]

100 letters

Sheith Quote Week, Day 1: “Shiro loves you baby”/ “#He’s looking at Keith”

@sheithquoteweek

“hey mullet.”

keith looked away from the textbook on his lap, staring up his roommate, lance who had a large stack of papers in his hand. he frowned.

“what?” lance just smiled and raised the stack in front of keith’s eyes.

keith looked the stack in confusion. taking it from lance’s hands, getting an actual good look at the front. his eyes widened.

there his name lay, in large cursive. in his hand writing.

keith’s eyes went to lance, who was still smiling at him. then he turned, raising his hand in a wave.

“hunk and i are getting dinner at sal’s, we’ll bring you the usual.”

then he left keith alone on the couch with the stack in his hands.

keith stared down at the paper, unable to move. he���d been waiting for this to come. yet, now that it’s here. he can’t seem to open them.

letters.

letters from shiro.

currently away in japan. he’s training there, with the garrison and their japan division. shiro’s one of the instructors. he didn’t want to go, but keith made him. told him how it would be good to live there after so many years of being away from his home. shiro agreed, and told keith he’d write him letters while he was away. keith called him an idiot and said he can just text or call him.

“this way is better than a phone call.” shiro mumbled softly cupping keith’s face with his hands.

keith just rolled his eyes.

“you’re so old.” he had said. shiro laughed pulling keith into him, wrapping his arms around keith.

“yeah..maybe.”

keith let out a quick breath, moving his textbook off his lap and taking off the rubber band and placing it on his wrist. he takes the one on the top and inspects it.

his address was at the top also in his handwriting.

keith closed his eyes tightly.

just read it, idiot!

he thought, forcing his eyes open again. he sighed turning it over carefully in his hands.

knife..

quickly, keith placed the other letters to the side and rushed to the kitchen grabbing the first knife he saw, which luckily wasn’t the large one hunk always used for cooking. he sat back down on the couch, carefully taking the knife opening the top swiftly. keith takes of the folded paper opening it, a small smile appearing on his face as he sees a small smiley face next to his name. taking a deep breath he reads.

dear keith :)

gross, why’d i put the smiley face.. well can’t erase it now it’s pen. anyway, how are you? that’s a dumb question. i was just talking to you on the phone. wow..this letter is already a mess, isn’t it? okay let me start over.

dear keith, please eat your vegetables.

you probably just rolled your eyes at that, didn’t you?

i miss your eyes. the most gorgeous color. have i ever told you my favorite color is your eyes? well now i have. they sparkle bright violet whenever the sun hits them. it only ever dims when were inside. a much darker violet. it’s beautiful. your eyes are so beautiful, keith.

i was just staring at picture of you on my phone for twenty minutes, i almost forgot to finish this. i’m going to stop now though because this might end up as a five page essay about your eyes. :))

-shiro

ps. love you baby

keith pulls the letter away from his face, his cheeks hot and no doubt flaming red. his heart beating loudly in his chest, overwhelmed. he releases the breath he was holding in and sets down the letter picking up the next one.

he reads each one, his heart filling with an overwhelming sensation. in each letter, shiro talks about one thing he misses about keith. his hair, his ears, his smile, his...body. shiro explained with much detail on how much he missed keith’s body. which may or may not have made keith stop reading and take a short 10 minute break.  He always signed them “shiro loves you baby”, that never failed to make his heart flutter.

after two hours, keith finally gets to the last letter. letter 100, according to the number on top of the envelope. he unfolds the letter, again. reading it. not hearing the sound of a door opening.

keith,

this letter is relatively short today. to tell you the truth all of the letters you’ve just read. you were supposed to read a loooong time ago. but i told lance to hold onto them until i told him. and before you go after him, it was my idea not to give them to you when i sent them. because then, it might ruin the surprise.

look up ;)

keith frowned, but looked up facing clouded gray eyes. his breath caught in his throat. shiro smiled warmly down at keith.

“hey baby..”

keith dropped the letter, getting up from the couch and throwing his arms around shiro’s neck, hugging him tightly.

“i hate you..” keith mumbled in shiro’s neck. shiro laughs, sending tingles around keith’s body.

“aww but shiro loves you baby.”

hope you liked it!! :))

[nitewrighter]

valentine prompt if its not too late and you think it's interesting? 29. secret admirer junkrat for mei

I’ve never written anything for this pairing! But I do like the contrast of their designs, so -cracks knuckles- let’s see what we can do!

Mei was in Gibraltar’s data center, resting her chin in her hands as she frowned at vector maps on her monitor, taking careful note of which wind scanners in which ecopoints had gone offline and when. She had missed years of data, so she knew she had her work cut out for her. She heard a crumpling noise behind her and turned around, only to find a piece of balled up piece of paper on the ground. She grumbled as she got up from her seat and stretched, walked over to the piece of balled up paper, picked it up, and tossed it in her recycling basket. She was heading back to her computer when something sailed over her head, then another crumpled up piece of paper bounced against her computer monitor and landed on her keyboard. Mei frowned, grabbed the paper off of her keyboard and tossed that into the recycling bin as well. She was typing in the data and sending Winston a memo on which Ecopoints would be first priority to re-activate when another piece of crumpled paper bounced off the back of her head. She balled her hands into fists, fumed, then suddenly picked up her cryo-gun.

“Yǒu běnshì jiù guòlái!” she called out as she blasted out an ice wall to the entrance of the data center. She had her cryo-gun at the ready for several seconds, then picked up the piece of paper and tossed it into the recycling bin. When the structural integrity of the ice wall gave out, there was no one there. She grumbled and returned to her work.

–

It kept happening, however. Mei arrived at the crew quarters to find several balled up pieces of paper on and around her bed, she would come back from getting a cup of tea to find a crumpled up piece of paper or two on her lab station or desk, and several even poured out of her overhead compartment on the Orca.

She was looking suspiciously around Gibraltar’s dining hall, frowning and squinting when McCree noticed her restlessness.

“You uh… doin’ okay there, Snowflake?”

“Someone is messing with me,” said Mei, still looking around and frowning. 

“Messin’ with ya?” said McCree.

Mei nodded. “Someone keeps throwing garbage at me and leaving garbage around my bunk and locker and lab station and…” she folded her arms and hunched up her shoulders, “It just makes me so mad!”

McCree looked surprised and tilted the brim of his hat back with his thumb. “Seriously?”

Mei nodded.

“Weird,” said McCree, “You’re the last person I’d expect anyone to have beef with in the whole Watchpoint.”

“I know!” said Mei, “And I don’t know who’s doing it so I can’t—”

Mei was suddenly cut off by the sound of a loud “Ugh!” from Symmetra who was eating two seats down from them. Symmetra was looking at a large piece of crumpled paper now floating in her carrot ginger soup. Symmetra rose to her feet, “I demand to know who threw that,” she said, addressing the entire dining hall. Mei and McCree looked at each other. Mei nodded toward the piece of paper in Symmetra’s soup with a ‘See?’ expression and McCree nodded. The dining hall was dead silent. Symmetra scoffed and moved to storm out, quickly turned around and tucked her seat back into the table, then stormed out. Mei picked up her food.

“Where are you going?” said McCree.

“I don’t want dirty paper in my food either,” said Mei, “I’m going to go eat this in my office.” She nodded at the paper in Symmetra’s soup. “Can you throw that away for her?”

“Sure thing,” said McCree. McCree scanned around the dining hall as Mei exited in case another paper was thrown so he could maybe trace the trajectory. When Mei made it through the dining hall doors without a problem, McCree glanced over at the paper floating in soup, fished it out, shook off a bit of the soup, and un-crumpled it.

“Huh,” he said, looking at the un-crumpled paper.

–

Junkrat was drawing out his signature toothy-grinned, hollow-eyed smiley face on a pile of concussion mines when McCree knocked on the doorway to his workshop. 

“Woah!” he nearly dropped a landmine and caught it in midair, “Easy mate,” he said, not looking up from his ramshackle worktable and uncapping a sharpie with his teeth, “Workin’ with highly volatile materials here.” He drew out another smiley face on the mine’s trigger.

“I need to talk to you,” said McCree. Junkrat flinched as soon as he recognized the voice, seized his ersatz grenade launcher and swung around in his swivel chair (Though he overcompensated on the spin a bit and ended up making a complete 360 before facing McCree).

 Junkrat kept his gun fixed on McCree. “I thought we agreed no one was taking anyone in for a bounty,” he said, glaring at McCree down the barrel.

“It’s not about any bounties,” said McCree, holding up a piece of soup-stained crumpled paper. 

Junkrat’s eyes narrowed at the paper. “Whozzat?” 

“Come on, Fawkes, we both know you wrote this,” said McCree.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” Junkrat swung around in his chair again, set his grenade launcher down, and then resumed drawing smiley faces on concussion mines.

McCree paused and glanced at the concussion mines. “Do you have to draw that creepy face on every one?”

“It’s called ‘branding,’” said Junkrat, drawing out another smiley face and setting the concussion mine aside.

“Yeah well your branding’s all over these pieces of paper that you’ve been throwing at Mei,” said McCree, folding his arms.

“How do you know it’s me and not someone copying it?” said Junkrat, scratching at a bit of rust on a mine with his thumbnail.

“Well I know it’s you because your aim, as usual, is shit,” said McCree, crumpling the paper, tossing it, and hitting Junkrat square in the back of the head. 

“Aiming’s overrated,” Junkrat said airily as he spun around in his swivel chair again. He stopped himself mid-spin. “Wait–has she read any of them?”

“She’s been throwing them all away,” said McCree.

“What?!” said Junkrat, shocked and outraged.

“Well she thinks they’re garbage!” said McCree.

“Garbage?!” said Junkrat.

“You’re writing them on napkins and the backs of boba receipts!” said McCree, “What’s she supposed to think?!” McCree pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Mei’s good people, okay? Can you at least try to be normal about this?”

“Strong words coming from a cowboy cosplayer,” said Junkrat, spinning around in his chair again.

 McCree caught the back of the swivel chair in his prosthetic hand and turned Junkrat around to face him. “I’m not kidding around,” said McCree, “Stop throwing trash at Mei.”

“It’s not trash!” snapped Junkrat.

McCree blinked. “They were all…?” he trailed off, then laughed a little, “You got a funny notion of romance, you know that?” McCree paused, “…that probably shouldn’t surprise me. You got funny notions for a lot of things.”

Junkrat was hunched over his concussion mine. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Nah,” said McCree, “But…you know she ain’t too warmed up to you, right?”

“I know,” said Junkrat, looking a bit sullen.

“Well just so you know, the trash love notes are putting you on the fast track to getting an icicle right between the eyes,” said McCree, “You’ll probably want to stop.”

Junkrat scratched the part of his head where his hair had been scorched off, “Well…what am I supposed to do?” said Junkrat.

McCree shrugged, “I dunno. Show her you care about the shit she cares about. You know what you’re doing now is technically littering. She hates littering. Don’t do that. Do something for the planet. Save some bees or something.”

“Bees?” Junkrat repeated after him.

“I dunno she talks about saving bees sometimes,” said McCree. McCree paused. “Don’t leave bees in her room.”

“Gotcha,” said Junkrat, “Saving the planet. I can save the planet. ‘Swhy we’re here, isn’t it?”

McCree patted Junkrat on the shoulder, “It’s a start. Stop throwing garbage at her.”

“Right,” said Junkrat.

–

Several days later Mei walked into her office to find a lovely pink envelope tucked lovingly beneath her keyboard with a small daisy awkwardly taped to it. She opened the envelope.and pulled out a matching pink letter.

Mei

Do you like me?

[   ] Yes

[   ] No

–?

PS: Saving the bees is really important.

“Whatcha got there?” said Tracer as Mei frowned at the letter during lunch.

“I…think it’s a love letter?” said Mei, handing the paper over to Tracer.

Tracer glanced over the letter. “Well… do you like them?”

“I have no idea who sent it,” Mei said flatly. Somewhere in the dining hall the sound of someone slamming their forehead down on a table could be heard.