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savoies · 3 years

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Remember Those Days - Dylan Holloway.

Summary: Dylan forgets your anniversary and slowly remembers.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of sex and maybe a few bad words.

A/N: This fic went through about five rough drafts until I finally came up with one I liked. It was supposed to be an angst fic but hey we deserve something cute every once in a while, enjoy!

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Today was your third year anniversary with Dylan. Honestly after a few years today your anniversary date was just spent at home doing whatever your heart desired together. Well today it seemed as though your boyfriend's heart desired to be with his friends.

“Babe I'm gonna hang out with the boys, I'll see you later ok.” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Oh ok, but you’ll be home before six right?” you asked.

“I was planning on coming back around ten, just depending on what we do, why do we have plans?” He asked, raising his eyebrow questionly. You shook your head no and let him walk out. You didn’t want to be one of those significant others that made a big deal out of it. You knew he was forgetful. I mean last week he had forgotten where he had left his phone the night before. You were used to this. At least you thought you were. Looking back at your time together Dylan had never forgotten any special dates. He had remembered all your firsts together down to a t.

Your first date.

First dates. Stereotypical to be an awkward time between two people to decide if they like like eachother or not. Well for you and Dylan that was not the case. Most sixteen year olds would go out to the movies or go down to the carnival in town (if there was one). But not you and him. Having grown up as acquaintances you were used to having him around. Honestly kind of surprised when he had asked you out but I mean hanging with Dylan was always a good time. It was a simple gesture and quite frankly you weren't sure how to say no. You had just gotten off of school and since both of you lived so close to each other he just decided to walk with you instead of asking one of his friends for a ride.

“Hey Y/N wait up.” you turned around to be faced with the smiley blonde haired boy that you had grown accustomed to.

“Hey Holloway, whats up.” you spoke up as you kept your eyes trained on the ground.

"You busy tonight?” he said as he nervously grabbed the straps of his backpack waiting for a response.

“Well considering I have homework but i'm pretending I don't then no i do not, why up for a late night adventure?” You looked up at him with a smirk. When you guys were younger you would sneak out of your rooms and go on adventures around the neighborhood until your parents would call you up and ask where you were.

“Actually kind of, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over later?” he shot you a small smile hoping that you would get the hint of him asking you out.

You thought about his words as they registered in his mind. If this was a dinner with his parents then your family members would have known as well. But he was asking you specifically which meant only one thing. “Oh uhm like a date, I mean yeah uhm sure.” you smiled back at him. I mean how bad could it be. Being in a small space with one of the cutest and nicest dudes you knew, yeah not a big deal at all.

Later that night as you went over to his house you did not suspect what was about to go down. This wasn't a basic date and I think that is why you remember it so well other than the fact that it was with Dylan. You guys spent the whole night cuddled on the couch watching hockey game reruns and just talking about life, and not one single moment did he make you feel uncomfortable.

Your first kiss.

Kisses are supposed to be magical. First kisses are usually awkward and yours was both. It was late one night and both of you sat on your porch after a date just looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company before you had to get back inside. Maybe it was a in the moment thing or the fact that you really really enjoyed your time together but next thing you know both of you were leaning into each other. Which of course for it being your first kiss something has to go bad. Somehow both of you made a wrong move or something and next thing you know Dylan’s bottom lip was bleeding.

“Oh my god Dylan I am so sorry.” You spoke up as you tried looking for a napkin or something.

“Honestly if my lip had to bleed everytime i kiss you I can handle it.” he looked up at you softly.

“Oh my gosh you are literally bleeding and you're using this time to make moves on me.” You laughed.

“Hey, it's working right?” he laughed as you hit him on the shoulder and waved him goodbye as he walked back home.

First I love you.

I love you. Honestly seems like everyone makes those words a really big deal. Some people saying don’t say it back if you don’t feel the same way, others saying try to refrain from it as long as possible. For you and Dylan it had been about ten months into the relationship. Him being away at one of his many hockey games. He was anxious. Honestly the most anxious you had ever seen him like this. Some scouts were going to be there and he had to make a good impression which of course you weren't worried about but he was. He had called you saying that your voice calmed him.

“What do you want to talk about?” you questioned.

“Literally anything other than this game.” He let out a breath he had been holding.

“Well I had a burger today from that place you like.” You randomly blurted out.

“Wait are you serious, how rude of you not to wait for me.”

“Don't come between me and my food.” Both of you continued on talking about each other's day until his coach came into the locker room.

“Ok Y/N I have to go wish me luck.” He sighed.

“Good luck Dyl you got this, I love you.” And before you could stop yourself from saying it those three words that seemed so powerful slipped out of your mouth first. I mean you didn't expect to say it first. Or even say it so soon. You knew it was true and had felt this way for a while but you didn't think you'd fall for him so soon.

“What what, dId you, can you repeat that.” Dylan spoke up as a huge smile grew on his face. Honestly he was planning on telling you tonight but it seemed as though you beat him.

“Ah fuck it, I love you Dylan Holloway now go kick some hockey player butt.” You smiled on the other side of the phone call.

“Holloway, get a move on.” His coach yelled.

“Ok babe I have to go, I love you.” After that night he brought back a win and both of you laid in bed together exchanging the three words back and forth with huge smiles on your faces.

First Anniversary.

Honestly if people had told you that one day you would be going out with the boy a few doors down you would’ve told them that they were crazy. But one year later you were still going strong. And doing the same thing you did for your first date except this time with chocolate. Lots of chocolate. It was sweet. Dylan having had practice earlier in the day and texting you many times throughout the day on how he thought it was crazy how someone like you could date someone like him. He came home tired and all you did was lay in each other's arms as you played with his hair and both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

First time.

First times. Scary could be one word for them. Opening up to someone on a vulnerable and exposed level can be one way to see it. Another way to see it is giving yourself entirely to the person you love.

Draft day. A special day in many hockey players' lives. The day that will basically decide their future for them. It’s like the game life. Picking a career and a salary except for them is someone else doing it for them. So here Dylan was waiting and waiting as they called names and teams.

You were a few doors down following the live draft deciding that it was better if he got this special moment with his family and you guys could spend time together later.

As your boyfriend's name appeared on your screen you jumped up and down your room. Dylan having exchanged hugs and done the whole post draft interviews he came over. As he walked into your room you jumped into his arms.

“Dylan, I'm so proud of you.” you whispered in his ear.

“I love you.” He replied as he softly but needingly kissed you. As one thing led to another both of you were on top of each other exchanging messy kisses with the door closed. Hands all over each other as articles of clothing were scattered across the floor.

Waking up from the events of the past night brought a smile to your face as you laid in your boyfriend's arms with your legs intertwined.

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Dylan had come back home as soon as realization hit him. How could he have forgotten. You were sitting on the couch watching some random reality show that was playing.

“Hey Dyl, why are you back so soon?” you asked on why he was six hours earlier than he had said.

“Y/N baby fuck i messed up. Shit im so sorry.” he came over and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Dyl baby it’s ok, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.” you smiled.

“Wait so I forget our three year anniversary and you're completely fine with it?” He asked.

“Remind me what we did for our first year anniversary.” You looked up your boyfriend.

“We sat in my room and watched hockey games.” He looked at you trying to see what you were getting at.

“And how long did that take?”

“I don’t know like three hours?” He questioned.

“So what's stopping us from doing it now, come here.” you said as you wrapped your hands around his taller figure. Both of you laid together for the rest of the day all your cares washing away.

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dunstory · 3 years

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Yellow

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Panic Attack, Fluff

A/N: sooo, this is my first writing ever! all of this came from a dream i had last may, so i thought i could turn this into an imagine. also, there is a lot of lowercases because im to lazy to correct… sorry!! hope yall enjoy, feedback is appreciated!!

gif is not mine!

yellow, white and red lights came from everywhere. it was happening, the first twenty one pilots convention ever. there were some people with their yellow tapes and bandanas, some with their red beanies and white glasses, even some people cosplaying as the bishops.

everything looked great. unfortunately, you weren't able to stay with josh in the backstage because him and tyler had a lot of interviews to attend and stuff. so you had the chance to explore the convention as yourself. as a clikkie that you first were, not just as Josh Dun's girlfriend. of course, some people recognized you and asked for pictures, which you happily accepted.

you spent most of your time at the stand where the clikkies were playing their tøp covers. you were amazed by their talent and passion, it was just fascinating. you even got yourself to play heavydirtysoul on the drums with another dude, you never felt so cool.

and then it was time. their special concert was about to start. As you arrived to the area, the majority of the fans that were already there recognized you and insisted for you to stay in the front row. at first everything was great, until you actually went to your saved place and started hearing some comments about you.

"she's just not it."

"she doesn't belong here."

"i don't claim her."

"josh deserves WAY better than this."

"she's a whore. she only wants his money."

to say that you're insecure is an understatement, but you could deal with it occasionally, josh knew everything about it and was always there for you.

except for now.

all the overheard voices ignited a bad feeling that you forgot you ever had. it was it. 3 minutes before your boyfriend concert, and you were about to have a panic attack. you were glad that there were chairs for everyone, so you sat and breathed deeply and slowly, as you always practiced. you thought you were going to be ok, until a girl a few rows behind you yelled:

"look how excited she is for her boyfriend's concert!oh my god. she's the only one seated."

you were about to say something back until someone else yelled

"that bitch must be pregnant! she just wanted his baby so he could give her all his money, i am sure."

dear. lord.

"why didn't I just stay home" played repeatedly in your head. but you had to focus on josh, after all, you were there for him.

and just as you calmed down, the lights came to a halt and the concert started. to be honest, you were really glad that it was a pocket show so the boys couldn't interact that much physically with the crowd because the constant movement and yelling was making you dizzy and more overwhelmed by every second, so you were glad that josh wouldn't be able to se your visibly uncomfortable face.

you loved the boys' concerts, you truly did. but you just couldn't wait for this one to finish, to be honest.

at this point, you couldn't even pay attention to tyler's singing, you just had to focus on keeping yourself on its place. considering that you were on the verge of having a panic attack and you couldn't dare to sit down while you're feeling dizzy, nauseous and slowly losing your conscience.

gladly, you could still cry. people would just think that you were thrilled. so that's what you did. you ugly cried until you heard the last screams of "hello" from tyler, meaning that trees was about to end and so was the concert. you couldn't even believe it when the music came to a halt and all you could hear was screams and applauses. these were surely the longest 50 minutes of your life.

as the boys came to the front to bow, josh started to look for you and as he found your eyes, his heart dropped. he knew you too well. he knew you weren't crying because of the concert, bur yes because of something else, most likely your anxiety got the best of you.

he was feeling so bad for you, for having left you alone and now seeing you in this state. he felt and the guilty over him. in a matter of seconds, after tyler said "we're twenty one pilots and so are you" he whispered something in a rush in his ear and he nodded, giving him the permission to run to you.

as he reached you, you started crying even more. you were too overwhelmed at this point. he then grabbed your hands firmly and asked "hey, hey, easy. are you ok?" and you shook your head weakly, feeling like you wouldn't last too long.

"ok, do you think you can jump this grid?" he asked and you nodded with a weak smile. with a help of two securities and the strong arms of your loved one, you made it to his arms. he grabbed you in bridal style and rushed out of the convention center, while kissing your forehead.

at this point, you were crumbling completely, letting all your feelings out. you were embarrassed, nervous, overwhelmed but above all, relieved for being finally in the arms of the man you loved the most. when you arrived outside, josh sat on the floor with you on his arms. he held you tightly, never wanting to let you go, he loved you so much that he couldn't put into words, so he demonstrated with actions, all the time.

and the same goes for you, you adored him, you never felt such as a thing as you felt your love for josh, it was overwhelming, but in good way actually.

he didn't ask you any questions. he just held you, kissing your forehead, massaging your back and eventually taking your hair out of your face. he stayed in silence with you, just gesturing with his hands the breathing exercises that you both had been practicing. once he made sure your breath was controlled, he just made his magic.

"and it was all yellow..." he sang lowly, only enough for you and him to listen.

it was like the whole world stopped, and it was just you and him. he forgot about his problems and commitments, even the meet&greet's that were about to happen after the show, he forgot they existed, his priority was you and you only.

"your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones..." he kept singing, shyly but doing it all for you.

you couldn't believe this, your favorite song being sang by your favorite person. he knew just the right buttons to press to make you feel like yourself again. you could feel your tears slowly drying and you smiled weakly against his chest, feeling the comfort you could never get tired of. feeling your smile encouraged josh to sing louder, as a way to also express his feelings, especially what he felt for you.

"turn in to something beautiful..."

you knew it wasn't going to be the last time you were going to hear his pretty voice sing. now that you knew that he would do this for you, you would always get the best of it. at this point, you were almost crying of joy. he was too sweet for you.

"do you know, you know i love you so.."

now, you had forgotten about the last one and a half hours of your life. you were back into your reality, where you felt good and happy, all of this because you had this yellow headed smiley boy by your side, always. to make an honor to him, you got all the strength you had left after crying a river and sang the last verse with him.

"you know i love you so... much." you nearly whispered the last word.

as he heard your tired voice, josh looked down at you with pure love in his eyes, that face that once was full of concern was now relaxed again, as the smile that he loved so much was returned to you.

all you knew was that you're going to be okay, it didn't matter what'd have to deal later in social media and press. you were okay, and while Josh was by your side, you'd always be. no matter what. even if he was comforting you from a panic attack in the middle of a sidewalk. it was just okay. after all, for him, you'd bleed yourself dry. and so would him for you.

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russianredassassin · 2 years

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hi friend!! it’s been a while!! I was wondering if maybe you could write Diana Prince but motherly with gender neutral reader? just like how she is with r around the house and between missions? thank you!’

hi friend, here it is I really hope you enjoy it sorry it took so long lol :)

2 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 22:08:10 GMT

😱 wow thank you I’m... honored?! :D

(Sorry I am late in answering, plus im an awkward little clown 🤡 but again thank you ☺️

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 16:42:13 GMT

Helena Bertinelli x Reader - I Love Your Stuffed Animals:

(Not my gif)

Thank you for the request :) really hope this is somewhat what you wanted and you’ll enjoy it also sorry it took a while.

Word Count: 1,171

A/N: Fun fact Fred is the name of my favourite teddy bears :)

George, Bonzo, Mandy, Floppy, Gerry, Huggsy, Fluffy, Fred, Patchy, Smiley, Buttons, Sunshine. Those were just a few of your stuffed animals you have in possession at the moment in your bedroom with every single one on your bed, with you lying on the bed with all of them next to you. Gerry, Mandy, Sunshine at the back as the tallest and getting smaller ending with the smallest Floppy, Fluffy, Bonzo sat up at the front. You were currently watching King Kong on the telly when out of nowhere, the news popped up.

‘We stop your regular scheduled programming with an important news flash. Gotham Mob Boss Salvatore Maroni is dead.’ The female news presenter said ‘He was found just a few hours ago in his state home in Upper East Side Gorham still in bed with what seemed to be a crossbow bolt lodged through his neck and was presumed to have happened in the early hours of the morning by the mysterious crossbow killer of the Birds of Prey...’

You turned your attention away from the news and glanced around to Helena now switched from her huntress gear to her purple and black pyjamas. Looking so adorably proud, with that sleepy little grin on her face.

“Been busy?” you said sharing your own grin

“Yes,” Helena said before moving over to you on the bed “Very”

“And you didn't think to let me know that you were off to kill one of the biggest mob bosses in Gotham?” you said trying to make room for Helena on your bed without disturbing the teddies.

“No offence Y/N but if I told you about every criminal I go after I wouldn't have time to do anything,” Helena said with a chuckle. The both of you were in your fairly sized purple and silver styled bedroom lying on the smooth silk bedding now watching the film. Helena was sitting with her back slightly against the headboard and you now laying your head on her stomach while Helena has an arm around yours. Occasionally stroking and gently rubbing your stomach and glancing down and just staring at you with her eyes as if to say `may I?’ before she leans down to place kisses on your head. The movie, now gearing towards its end with Kong quickly losing his grip before falling to the ground. When out of nowhere you heard a thud. Instantly Helena shot up and quickly analysed the surroundings to find the source of the sound. You meanwhile thought it was just Kong, but you crawled to the side of the bed to see that one of the teddies had fallen off the bed.

“FRED!” you shouted and realised it wasn't just Kong who had fell. So you swiftly bent down to pick him back up. Meanwhile, Helena just turned around confused.

“Fred?” Helena said, leaning over to see you reaching for Fred “Who’s Fred?”

“Fred,” You said, smiling as you got back up on the bed and showed Helena “He’s one of my many teddies” Helena observed Fred before glancing over to the rest.

“One of your teddies...” Helena said staring at the teddies “Right erm, I don’t mean to insult or anything I really don’t but w...why?” Helena questioned, gesturing to your group of stuffed animals

“Oh well there all the animals and teddies I’ve had since I was a kid,” You said putting Fred back into his spot all comfy like “although 1 or 2 I may have bought as an adult because of how cute they were” turning back to Helena you smiled at her as she just frowned in confusion

“Right,” she said getting back up onto the bed “Sorry it’s just being a mafia daughter and training to be a vigilante doesn't leave room for ‘teddy bears’ so...” You simply nodded and turned your attention to the telly, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Helena side-eyeing Fred

“What is it?” you said looking at Fred then at Helena who looked at you before opening her mouth

“Why do you like them?” She said slowly while again gesturing to the group of teddies

“Oh well they're fluffy for one, they're also warm, soft, and on a cold day there is nothing better than cuddling with one with the fire crackling and my favourite movie playing and wrapped up in my fuzzy blanket making me feel like the most comfortable person in the world and....” As you were talking, listing all the reasons you loved them, Helena realised something. When cuddling with you, right now for instance she is warm, soft with your fluffy hair and right now. She has never felt more comfortable in her life.

“Helena?” you said, bringing her back the present.

“Hmm yeah sorry,” Helena said flashing back to reality “What?”

“Are you ok?” you asked Helena, readjusting yourself in front of her “what’s on your mind?”

“Eh, nothing I was just...I was just thinking, about those things you said” Helena said takes a breath before continuing “you know about how soft and comfortable the teddies make you feel well...” she huffed and bowed her head the struggle of what to say written on her face. but you didn't say anything. Wanting her to clearly get out what she had on her mind. Instead of speaking Helena lay back on the bed and patted her side for you to which you instantly agreed, you went to put Fred back down, but Helena stopped you and motioned for you to lie down and have Fred join. So Helena was laying on the bed, you laying on her stomach, and Fred laying on your stomach.

“Fred makes you feel warm and soft and comfortable, that's what you said” Helena softly spoke “Well when I am with you, I’m warm and soft and since my family, you are the only one who makes me feel comfortable” Helena looked down at Fred the teddy then up at you “The same reason you love all these teddys are the same reason why I love cuddling and hugging with you and also why I love you Y/N” Helena smiled at you with an expression one could only describe as pure adoration. Unbeknownst to you small tears started to build in your eyes. It isn’t that Helena didn't ever tell you I love you, far from it. But she never said anything like this, Open, poetic, beautiful.

“Oh, well... Thank you Hel,” you said as your cheeks blushed bright pink

“Was that... that ok or? Helena said shifting upwards “Shouldn't I have said....”

“No, no, no it’s ok,” you said smiling leaning up and raising your hands to cup her cheek “Thank you, thank you very much, That means...the world to me” You then lay back down and placed your head on Helena’s stomach and cuddled Fred, Just as Helena cuddled you. You may have had more than your fair share of teddies, but Helena only had one soft, cuddly teddy. You. And she loved it.

58 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 21:56:37 GMT

Wonder Woman x Gender Neutral Reader - In Between Missions:

Word Count: 1,016

Warnings: None

This was requested by @mari-victoria-13 I hope you like it, cause I really enjoyed writing it

Being in love is wonderful, isn't it? I mean the whole journey of spending your life with that special person you love and adore. Well, my special person in question is the beautiful Diana Prince, known to the world as Wonder Woman. Only as usual she isn't here, normally she wakes up at the crack of dawn either to work out or perform hero duty. From saving hostages or slaying monsters.

Breaking out of your thoughts was the soft sound of pitter-patter footsteps tiptoeing down the hall to our bedroom. Strange since Diana wouldn't be back yet. Would she? Then the door slowly opened with the first sight being... a barefoot?

"Hello?" you said hesitantly eyeing the door and the mysterious foot

"It's me beloved, good morning" The voice of... Diana called out from behind the door, brushing the bedcover off to help Diana before a voice quickly froze you in your place "No, no you stay in bed now Y/N" the door swung open thanks to Diana's leg revealing Diana in nothing but her white cotton nightgown carrying a black metal tray with various breakfast items.

"What's all this?" you said sitting back onto the bed

"Your breakfast," Diana said coming into the room with a big smile on her face "We had pancakes yesterday so I decided to make you some toast with either Jam, Jelly, Marmalade or if you would preferer a choice of cereal and a muffin if you'd like" Diana walked over to the side of the bedside table and laid the tray down

"Oh, you didn't have to do this Diana I..."I spoke just as Diana shook her head

"No I did, if anyone deserve to have some breakfast in bed it is you Y/N" Diana sat down on the edge of the bed "Now what would you like love?"

"Well if you insist I'll have the toast with Marmalade please Diana," You said smiling at Diana before she proceeded to get a piece of toast and butter it and then put the Marmalade on, but as I was about to thank her and take it off her hand. She brushed me down and shuck her head

"No please allow me," she said lifting the toast up to my mouth and encouraged me to take a bite. Taking a bite into the toast and letting the crunch of the toast and the tang of the Marmalade settle in my mouth. Humming due to the taste of the beautiful breakfast present to you

“This is gorgeous Diana thank you,” you said smiling up at her to which she simply smiles back and kisses the top of your head

“Anything for you dear” Diana then stood up and walked round to the other side of the bed and got in and grabbed a piece of the toast and took a bite all the while smiling at you so lovingly. Finishing breakfast you slowly got up but Diana got up quicker using her super speed whooshed over to grab the tray "I am taking that Y/N, you go and get yourself ready for our day ahead" a little taken aback by the gust of wind by Diana

"Hmm, what do you have planned?" You said to Diana walking out the bedroom

"Just wait and see," Diana said stopping to reply and giving you a sly grin before disappearing out the room. You went into the walk-in bathroom and started the shower and stripped down and got in. Finishing in the shower you turned it off, stepped out, wrapped a towel around your body and another in around your hair and then proceeded to walk into the bedroom and dried yourself off. You were about to look for some clothes but a brand new pair of PJs lay on the bed. Confused but assuming it was Diana's doing you changed into them and headed into the living room, Diana knelt down scanning the bookshelf in the far corner.

"Diana?" you questioned

"Hello Y/N" Diana replied without averting her gaze from the shelf "Ill be with you in a second my dear" Leaning over to the couch you were about to reach for the remote on the arm when another gust of wind washed over you nearly knocked you onto the floor and but were caught by a now sat down Diana with a book in her hand

"Found it," Diana said as she gently pushed you back up and bringing the book into your view

"Found what?" you said now sat back up eyeing the old and worn book

"Well I thought we needed a new book and this is one of the very few remaining copies of the lost and lonely tales of the Greek world," Diana said as she manoeuvred herself on the couch "My mother Hippolyta used to tell stories from books just like this and I thought you might like it, its stories of heroes and villains, gods and monsters throughout the Greece"

"Hmm well if it is good enough for the queen of the Amazons then no arguments from me," you said smiling making Diana match it and then her cupping your cheek and stroking it with her thumb

"Indeed," Diana said removing her hand and opened her legs and patted the space between them "Now get comfy" You stood up and stepped over to Diana and sat on the space between her and brought your knees up and laid your head on her chest.

"How about the myth of Odysseus, especially his treacherous journey home?" Diana said looking down at your eyebrows raised

"Sure yeah I think I vaguely know the story," You said

"All comfy?" Diana asked and you nodded in affirmation "Good" She opened the cover and turned to the first page.

"After a long and horrid struggle lasting 10 years, the Trojan War finally came to the end with the Greek army standing tall over the Trojan bodies lying below them. A bout even Ares himself would've been proud of but. But their journey home was something even the oracle herself could not have foreseen"

70 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 22:05:53 GMT

Yelena Belova x Reader - Getting Your First Dog:

"So, Yelena, you gonna e name the dog Fanny?" you said to her, who was holding the puppy in her arms. She looked up to me, ads of humour, which in this case actually worked and fit into the scenes they were in unlike previous MCU films were the humour seemed forced or not needed. Stand out character was of course Yelena, sorry Nat. From her humour to Florence Pugh's emotive acting that was heart-wrenching to watch in the best way. If I had to say 1 thing wrong about the movie is the fight/action scenes. It's not that they are bad but when compared to other MCU action (Captain America The Winter Solider) it just doesn't hold up. But Yelena was my favourite which is why I wrote this fic to express my love for her. Hope you enjoy :)

Translation - Собачки = doggies

Yelena practally had her face pressed up against the window of the pet store, matched with a wide grin plastered on her face. You knew Yelena had wanted a dog for a while now. She even had a name already picked and everything.

"Come on Y/N" Yelena said rushing inside the store with a ring of the bell. Quickly following after her, she ran past all the other animals ignoring them and leaning over to meet and greet all the dogs and pups in the window "Hello Cобачки how are you all hmm?" You politely smiled to acknowledge, and apologise to the shop owner who just casually nodded at you and continued reading their magazine. You then stood there to admire just how cute Yelena was, showering the dogs in adoration. Kneeling down you suddenly burst out laughing when a pup licks her face and she scrunches up her face.

"So have you decided what one you want hmm?" you said to Yelena who gently put the dog back down

"Oh, I don't know, I want all of them" Yelena said before slowly turning to you eyes and mouth quickly growing

"...No, no, no, no" you swiftly said catching onto Yelena's growing expression "I know that look"

"What...?" she said raising her eye brows "I didn't make any look"

"You're making one now"

"No I'm not"

"Yes you are"

"I'm no...I'm.." Yelena said furring her brows "I'm not, you are"

"Anyway" you said rolling your eyes "Which one will it be?

"I don't know they are all perfect" Yelena said with a small pout " I want them all"

"I know but you did promise to s..."

"Start with one, yes I know but I didn't expect this" Yelena said. There was a moment of silence that fell on the both of you as she tried to pick 1. Until she came across a tiny blonde coloured puppy with brown patches in the corner that fallen asleep up against the wall

"That one!" Yelena shouted, startling the puppy awake and turn to Yelena before giving a big yawn and stepping towards her and up nuzzling into her arms before yawning once again and falling asleep making Yelena gasp.

"This one" she said before bringing it to her face to cuddle it "I want this one"

"Yeah?" you said to which Yelena simply nodded and smiled so you waved over to owner to discuss everything.

Leaving the shop with your newest member of your family you decided to ask a nagging question.

"So, Yelena, you gonna tell me why you named the dog Fanny?" you said to her with a grin, who was holding the puppy in her arms.

"I named it after my sister" Yelena quietly spoke, a tear in her eye.

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Five Is Better Than None | Hyung Line

Request(s):

I don't know if this is too much or over the edge or something, but I have been having this is in mind for a while and I would love if someone actually wrote it 😳 So I was wondering, if I could request a smut with all from the hyung line? Where they invited Y/N aka their best friend over for a little chill hang out at one of their places and they play truth or dare where it gets a heated and yeah ... they fuck. That's it THAT'S IT, im sorry if it's a little too much! Thanks in advance tho! 💕

Can you write something about being gangbanged by X1’s hyungline?

I am a-ok with multiple members! Worry not! I’ve been meaning to write about all of them together because, I mean, please yes

↬ Pairing: hyung line x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut

↬ Warnings: explicit language, mention of alcohol, multiple members, masturbation, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, double penetration, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 2.1k

↬ Author’s Note: The gif doesn’t suit at all but it was the only with all of Hyung Line in it lmao.

You were walking around, lost in your own thoughts when someone called you. Turning around to try and find the voice, you encounter with a smiley Seungyoun running towards you. He gave you a short hug before talking to you again.

“Long time no see!” As he greeted you, Wooseok and Seungwoo came into sight.

“Yeah, it has been a few weeks. Where were you going?” Seeing the three of them hanging out, maybe there was some kind of big event.

“Oh, we were just going to have a meet up with Yohan and Hangyul.” Wooseok signaled the bag he was holding, the alcohol bottles in it clinking.

“Do you want to come with us?” Seungwoo’s voice was soft and gentle as he invited you.

“Oh no, it’s something between you–”

Before you could even finish, Seungyoun was already putting his arm around your shoulders and making you walk their way. It’s not like there was anything more important you had to do... Well, there was nothing to do, really, so maybe spending time with them wasn’t a bad idea. You had met Yohan and Hangyul first and then slowly ended up becoming friends with the rest of the group, your relationship with them being close since they all were quite extroverted and open when it came to meeting new people.

As you got in and left your bag on one of the chairs, Hangyul and Yohan popped up to say hi. It wasn’t long until all of you were sitting in the floor, it being more comfortable when there was too many people, drinking and eating what the guys had bought earlier. Seungyoun suggested playing truth or dare, everyone choosing dare most of the times, them being usual stuff like doing the dishes, cleaning the apartment, paying for food or drinks, asking for pizza, all quite regular stuff.

“Truth or dare?” Yohan asked, the bottle deciding it was your turn.

“Truth.”

“Would you kiss any of us right now?” Hangyul’s question took you by surprise.

“Yes.” It seems that your quick response caused the same effect on them.

“Wait, really? Who?” Seungwoo looked curious all of a sudden, and you shook your head laughing.

“Just one question per turn! You cheaters~” They all sighed but continued the game.

“Fine, fine, Wooseok, truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously.”

“Kiss the prettiest girl in the room in the lips, and notice I said girl and not person because lets face it, I would smoke all of you.” Seungyoun tried to lighten up the atmosphere with some bad acting, but you still tensed up and Wooseok too, but just for a second.

He got closer to you, silently asking for permission which you granted before softly pressing his lips on yours. It was just a dare anyway and it was the usual thing to happen, so there was nothing else to it, besides you were all friends so it was fine, right? However, the ephemeral contact made your heart flutter and you didn’t get to enjoy it, everything finishing way too fast. The bottle spun again and landed on Yohan.

“I choose truth.”

“Have you ever fantasized with any of us?” Hangyul was having fun making all the awkward questions, it even seemed as if there was an implicit pact between him and Seungyoun to do so. Yohan looked at you for a few seconds before a blush spread on his cheeks.

“W-Well... Yes?” You laughed at his shyness before getting attacked by the same question again. Since truth had turn out to be slightly strange...

“Guess I’ll have to go with dare.”

“Make out with one of us, it’s up to you who you want it to be.” This time Seungyoun spoke and it was your turn to blush. “We are all fine with it, so, go ahead.”

Even if it was a game, you felt nervous. Who would be the best choice? What if any of them felt hurt? It probably wasn’t that deep, but still. All of them were staring at you, waiting for your decision, all of them except Seungwoo. Right, he was the best choice: he was the oldest, mature enough to not take it seriously... You crawled until being right in front of him, his eyes suddenly looking up, giving you a soft smile before letting you sit on his lap, wasting no time. You thought the kiss was going to be sweet and slow, just like the side he always showed you, but instead it turned out to be greedy and passionate, the temperature raising between you two before he pressed you down on him, his hard on making you let out a sigh.

You felt someone sneaking behind you, whispering in your ear the question again, your focus wavering at the feeling of another pair of hands on your waist, muttering a slight ‘truth’.

“Would you let all of us fuck you?” A whimper escaped your lips, not even trying to concentrate on who asked before you nodded, not finding a good reason to lie since the thought had crossed your mind more than once.

That was all they needed. Seungyoun lifted you up and turned you around, your back now being against Seungwoo’s chest and your lips being attacked by Hangyul whilst Yohan roamed your body with his hands. You could feel long fingers rub your core over your clothes, the touch making you jolt before realizing that it belonged to Seungwoo.

“You seem to be quite greedy for this.” You turned your head towards the voice, finding Wooseok palming himself over his pants as he looked down on you. As you were about to answer, the fingers between your legs slipped under your clothes, causing you to throw your head back.

“She is getting wet already...” The boy behind you attached his lips to your neck as he started fingering you slowly.

Yohan gave a slight tug to the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off, doing the same with your bra, the five of them letting out heavy grunts at the sight of your breasts. Two mouths started licking, sucking and biting them softly, Seungwoo’s fingers being too distracting for you to be able to focus on anything else. You felt a strong grip in your hair, opening your eyes to meet with Hangyul’s cock, his order being clear enough. You sucked on his tip, hearing a hiss that encouraged you to engulf his whole length, Wooseok hand coming to the back of your head to push you further down until you gagged, the younger bucking his hips instinctively before pulling out, just like the fingers that were inside you.

Seungyoun came closer, sucking on the juices you had left on Seungwoo’s hand, the view making you whine before he took off your bottoms, leaving you completely naked to all of their hungry eyes. He laid you down on the floor, your back arching at both the cold surface and at him going down on you, not even asking before licking a stripe up your folds, humming at your taste. Your moans filled the room along with the noise of them stroking their cocks, your hands flying to Seungyoun’s hair as he sucked on your clit, your orgasm approaching and dissolving as he detached his mouth from you. There was no time for complaining as he gently pulled you up and made you straddle Yohan’s face who was laying in the floor next to you, his tongue wasting no time in tasting you as Seungwoo took place in your mouth, the precum spreading on your taste buds. Seungyoun and Wooseok grabbed your hands, making you stroke their hard members, your hands gripping them tightly whenever Seungwoo touched the back of your throat, Yohan slipped his tongue inside of you or Hangyul pinched your nipples.

Again, your orgasm was near and all the contact faded away immediately before the eldest picked you up as if you weighed nothing at took you to the room, placing your body on the bed, your cries making him smirk. Soon they were all surrounding you but without touching you.

“Who do you want to take first, baby?” Hangyul was the first to talk. You couldn’t care less, you just wanted any of them to fill you up once and for all.

“Wooseok.” He would let you cum, you were almost sure of it, even if it was just to brag about it to the rest.

As he placed behind you, indicating you to put in all fours, Seungyoun brought Yohan right in front of you, his red face matching his red tip.

“Yohanie has confessed that he always fantasized about you sucking him off, will you make it come true?” The tone he was using was soft yet demanding at the same time, a proud smile on his face as you nodded.

You slid your tongue on the underside of his shaft, Yohan trembling at the feeling, your lips closing around his head before bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. The rest were watching you intently, making you feel even more aroused, Wooseok rubbing his cock on your slit before entering you roughly, causing you to choke around Yohan. His thrusts were short and quick, your orgasm building up in seconds, and just how you had predicted, he let you cum, his hand stimulating your clit fast. Yohan fucked your mouth before letting out a small whimper, pulling out and cumming on your face and chest, his eyes opening wide as he tried to apologize. Your scream cut him off as Wooseok buried deep within you, painting your walls and unleashing your high. As he got out of you, his semen dripped down your legs, the sight being enough for Seungwoo to come up, lay down and grabbing your hips, impaling you with his cock all of a sudden, the overstimulation making you cry.

“Can you take me in this pretty hole, slut?” Hangyul picked up some of Wooseok’s cum and spread it on your asshole before slipping a finger inside, a hard spank falling on your ass cheek. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes, yes, please.” He seemed pleased with your reply, sliding another finger inside you and stretching you out as Seungwoo lazily bucked into you.

After a few minutes, you felt his tip pressing against your unoccupied hole, the stretch burning slightly, Seungwoo caressing your back as if to encourage you, until both were deep inside of you. Hangyul waited a bit for you to get used to it, drawing small circles on your back before you nodded and he moved along with the older, the sensation making you feel as if you were about to break.

“So fucking tight... How long have you been dreaming of this, huh?” It surprised you that Seungwoo was the one talking, his voice low. “You love to have all of us just for you.”

“Fuck, she just clenched so much.” Hangyul gripped your hair and yanked it, pressing your back against his chest, giving Seungwoo the best eye candy ever: your neck and chest filled with hickeys, Yohan’s cum dripping down your breasts and stomach, his cock coming in and out as you moved your hips to fuck yourself. “Such a needy whore...”

With a grunt, he came, staying still for a second before pulling out, spreading your cheeks open to see his cum dripping into Seungwoo’s cock. It wasn’t long until there was a new weight on the bed, soft arms holding you tightly, the scent being easily recognizable.

“I want to fuck your cunt sweetheart, will you let me and Seungwoo both ruin you?” Seungyoun’s words made it impossible for you to resist, plus your second orgasm was close enough to drive you crazy. As you nodded, he kissed your shoulder, his length joining Seungwoo’s. “Such a good girl for me, taking two cocks in this pussy so well...”

The praising mixed with the dirty words had you melting, both fucking you quickly, stretching you to no avail, Seungwoo being the first to cum with a choked out moan, getting overstimulated by you tightening on him and Seungyoun thrusting against him, his hand coming to rub your clit, both cumming at the same time.

You hadn’t noticed that the rest of the boys had already dressed themselves up again and they were all prepared to take care of you, towels in hand to clean you and a new set of clothes, the contrast between their actions before and now making you laugh. A few minutes later, you were all in the living room again, watching a movie as if nothing had happened. Wooseok accompanied you to the door as you were about to go.

“We should meet up more often, there are more things we can try.” The suggestive promise in his words was subtle enough for you to take it any way you wanted.

“I might take you up on that... Five is better than none.”

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but a hot one at least. Finished abruptly because I didn’t want it to be too unrealistic??? Might edit it in the future tho. Also did y’all notice I always end up the shots with the title sjsjsj sO oRiGiNaL

~Nani

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namchyoon · 3 years

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hey u 🎨

MISS NES HI HOW ARE YOU also the fact that i went on joenns and got immediately attacked by namkook hugging why do you want to hurt me now i’m going to go through like 20 posts of namkook and cry are you happy 😔😔 also can’t believe you’re expecting me to CHOOSE from your gif sets literally zero flaws found none whatsoever at this point i might as well use a random number generator because everything is just superior quality 😔

unreal jimin - THIS GIF, NES, THIS GIF. IT’S LITERALLY THE DREAM. first of all, the cropping on this is genius, i really love the space you left above his head, it just fits the entire gif so perfectly. his skin here has actual loml energy, the movement is hypnotizing, i could stare at it for hours and not even realize. the gif in general just is 4k quality it feels like i’m just watching a very very well-colored video it’s just so smooth i love it!!!!

when telepathy comes on - WHERE DO I START WITH THIS SET??? first of all, it’s an actual mood, that is absolutely 100% me when telepathy comes on, i mean, if i’m not vibing when telepathy comes on am i really listening to telepathy? this set just feels very you because it’s exactly your vibe, the fun chill person that you are 😔 this coloring is also so very pretty and your signature warm tones which at this point are just nes’ colors love them very very much 💖

CUTE JOON - NO MORE PERFECT SET THAN THIS, THAT’S IT FOLKS, WE’VE FOUND IT, THE CURE FOR EVERYTHING, CUTE JOON SET BY USER JOENNS. there’s the softest fluffiest soop joon and heart ver. joon and in charge of being super cute joon and be live babie joon and bday boy joon and basically just every kind of perfect joon is in one set and each gif is just so pretty and i wish i had more eyes just so i can stare at all of them at the same time because i do not want to look away from even one of them for a second. 😔😔😔

also will break my own rules to do more sets from monjae because <3

breath ot7 set - this set is so cute and funny and chaotic just like the video and also this entire video i could not stop laughing @ everyone struggling and the absolute shining example here are the jinyoung and bambam gifs someone save them please 😂😂 i also love the shades of purple in the background it makes my heart so so happy and in general this coloring just appeals to me the most and also the magic that is the smoothness of these gifs despite the lighting changing 829394 times i’m astounded 🥺

smiley jb - have i told you i’m obsessed with his smile??? because i am!!! his eyes disappearing when he’s so happy im love 😭😭😭😭 the coloring here just adds to his prettiness!!!! it’s a simple set but it’s just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 idk if you get what i’m saying here but DHDFJISSKDJFKSJDKFJGKSJDFKGJSKDKFKGJ anyway i’m out of words for this set but please know i love it v v v v much

milf - i SWEAR TO GOD i was going to choose another got7 set probably the jackson one BUT I SAW THIS AND I JUST????? I’M SORRY I’M DYING OF LAUGHTER THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW BUT I’M SO TEMPTED TO BYE 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS SHOW DERAILED THIS ENTIRE POST I’M SORRY IT’S JUST SO AJSKDFLGJSLDJFKGSKDFKGLSKDLFGSLKDLKGHKDLFKFKGKSKF MY MIND HAS GONE INTO SHOCK I THINK???? idk if it’s the 3 am brain or what but this is just so funny to me right now bye thank you for giffing this 😂😂😂

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

#ask #monjae #mutuals

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cloudyfm · 3 years

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hi everyone it’s me<3 i’m actually ahead of the game for once with intros so .... ur welcome ig idk. anyways i’ve put a shortish bio, personality, n some stats under the cut muah. also yeah that is a catboy gif i thought it was fitting and no i will not be taking criticism at this time.

BIOGRAPHY:

- thank you for joining my tedtalk to talk about the resident tyler posey of this rp<33 yes he is an actor, yes he is cringey. we all have our flaws.

- he was born in los angeles to 2 legacy parents - they had money, influence, and basically could get anything they wanted within the city. they both were also already involved in the film/media industry but were never super in the spotlight - his mom was a young actress but stopped when elijah was born, his dad was a director and continued his career afterwards...sooo yah his family is known n talked about

- his parents also were like . not good people to put it plainly. they were great to him and caring but it was not a happy marriage and led to multiple affairs, money struggles between the two of them (not with him, it was more so that if his family wanted to get a divorce, etc etc) - he still doesn’t know any of this<333

- basically when he was around 7 years old, they kind of picked a career path for him and it was mostly to get him disconnected from the family if any of the behind the doors problems came out. they used their connections to basically ensure that he was able to start a career in film and television at a young age so he would be set and it’s not like he minded. he grew up around this stuff it’s kind of all he knew

- he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle after his parents set him up, thought it would be easier if he was entirely disconnected from the family and its name so they kind of just .... disappeared. they knew that if the affairs and money struggles and basically all the problems they had made it public it would make it impossible for him to disappear and focus on himself so they did it for him. he still doesn’t know why his parents sent him off so his aunt n uncle (both of which he is very close w and loves dearly<3) kind of just made up a lie saying his parents had an accident and because he was so young he never questioned or asked for details. like he thought this entire staying w them stuff would be temporary but nope !

- literally i am saying his parents risked their own careers and lives for him like i am telling u his family were not bad people he just does not know that they literally did this to him to avoid their own problems getting out into the public (aka blackmail 1)

- but yeah from there ... his career just kind of took off from the connections in the industry he was given. like no offense n i hate aye for saying this but yeah he probably started on barney KFNLKSNLKSDNKSDF u know like most kid actors do<33 and then as he got older like. im sorry he cannot play serious roles but he probably did films that were coming of age type stories that were geared towards teenagers and young adults (think love simon, booksmart, that gist). we are also assuming in this universe that ppl actually are the same age as the characters they play ... yeah .

- when he was 18 he was really stupid (blackmail 2) and slept with a casting director for a role because he knew that someone else would have gotten the job if he didn’t. it was reckless and stupid and it actually got him in trouble but only with his family. his aunt n uncle found out and basically told him that if he didn’t go to school n fix his shit then he would have to stop working completely. he didn’t have much of a choice in where to go to college considering his parents were legacies so he just did as he was told

- he literally doesn’t wanna be there like he is the embodiment of ‘ i will now be causing a problem ‘

- but yeah ............. that’s all i got for now may remember more later KLNDFLKSNLKDSF

PERSONALITY:

- i mean he has a sag sun/aries moon which u can read about here that should frankly say enough

- but has the extreme problem of not thinking about the consequences of his actions - literally lives day by day rather than thinking about the future or the past which can really cause problems with his relationships

- a glass half full type of guy<3

- he generally has a huge problem with not taking things seriously - like if a problem comes up he will take it as nothing or just assume it’s not as big as it is just because he literally doesn’t see the point in stressing about it

- he is literally a himbo

- like he may not be stupid academically but he just doesn’t care for school and only ended up going because he was forced to by his aunt and uncle. he IS however stupid in every other aspect of his life KLNDFKSNSDFKL whether it be friendships, relationships, whatever he has a severe commitment problem and will basically just stick with what he feels like is a good time in that moment

- however when he is loyal, he is LOYAL. if a friendship or bond becomes deep enough he will be in it for the long haul and considering his personality it’s not super hard for someone to reach that level - he’s not overly trusting but he just doesn’t read into people as much as he should

- will make a joke about everything so i am sorry in advance for that<3 he just loves to have fun he can’t help who he is<3333333

- he isn’t a huge partier ... i mean he will if there is one but it’s not like he’s prone to scandal after scandal he kind of just does what he wants and if he gets caught well then that is a problem huh

- more tbd but that’s it for now ig .....

STATISTICS:

- full name: elijah cho.

- nicknames: i mean eli is fine ... he literally doesn’t care.

- age: 22.

- date of birth: december 10, 1997.

- birthplace: los angeles, california, united states.

- current location: new haven, connecticut, united states.

- astrological sign: sagittarius sun/aries moon.

- gender: cis male.

- pronouns: he/him/his

height: 5′11″.

- sexuality: bisexual.

- religion: agnostic, raised catholic.

- piercings: helix on his left ear, he had a nose ring for a couple of months when he was 19 but it fell out while he was sleeping and closed up :\

- tattoos: literally has the dumbest tattoos like i don’t even have the energy to find pictures. like random things he got when bored. probably has a smiley face on his finger - stuff like that.

- haircolor: peachy blonde like this.

- misc: has a calico cat named chewie (she’s 3) - loves her with his entire life so ellie if u see this she may come to meetings<3

#this is not edited so literally if there are errors no there arent #thank u<3 #i forgot to put the full blackmail into this but its fine u can check the page .

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banditthewriter · 5 years

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Dirty Work - Billy Russo - 7

Here you are, part 7! Reminder that this is only 10 parts long, so we’re wrapping up.

Tags are at the bottom. Let me know if you would like to be added to one of my tag lists!

*gif is mine*

Enjoy!

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The specs were all over the place. You pushed aside the files you were working on and grabbed a different set. Maybe it was just your exhaustion that was making everything blend in together.

You flipped through the pages slowly, your mind wandering. Your hand moved to press against the sore spot under your breasts and winced.

Three weeks and you were still sore.

Though you'd never been shot before so maybe this was normal. How would you know?

Curtis had given you some care instructions before you left his makeshift clinic. You had been doing pretty well in taking care of the wound so you thankfully didn't have to go to the hospital.

In the three weeks since you had been shot, you had slowly packed up Billy's things. His clothes, his toothbrush, his shampoo, his mug. The whole of your relationship with the man fit into a cardboard box.

You didn’t send it to him. You figured he wouldn't want the stuff back. And if he received a package from you, he'd probably think it was a pipe bomb.

Instead you left it on your kitchen table. This way you had to look at it and face your guilt every day.

As you tried to force yourself to focus on the files in front of you, your door swung open. You hadn't even heard the knob being turned.

You raised the gun you kept beside you, pointing it at the intruder, but your hand wavered when you recognized the person.

"Billy?"

He looked pissed beyond belief. He slammed the door behind him and stormed forward, glaring at you. You lowered the gun but didn't release it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

There was something violent in his voice as he stalked forward.

"I… I live here? What the hell are you doing here?"

Billy slammed his hand on your desk, making you jump. You placed the gun against the table but still didn't release it.

"Goddammit Y/N, I told you to get out of New York. I told you this guy was coming after you. Why the fuck didn't you disappear?"

So that's what this was about? You pushed your chair back, keeping the gun in hand, and stood up. Slowly, because your chest hurt.

"I'm not running Billy," you said quietly as you moved around the desk and towards the living room couch.

"The hell you aren't. Go pack a bag."

You narrowed your eyes at Billy before you settled onto the couch.

"Why do you care Billy? The trouble I'm in is because of what I did."

He still looked livid. He marched over to the couch and yanked the gun from your hand. He checked that the safety was on before he tucked it into the back of his jeans.

"Pack a bag, grab the cash, and let's go."

You stood up on shaking legs, but when he moved to allow you through, you refused to budge. Instead you held your hand out for the gun he had taken from you.

"I'm not running Billy. If the guy wants to go after me, I accept the consequences. If it means you're safe, I'll take it."

You wanted to tell him you loved him, but he didn't want to hear it the first time. You doubted he'd feel better about it now.

Billy looked between your face and your hand before he finally pulled the gun out. He slapped it into your hand and took a step back.

"You're a goddamn idiot."

You gave him a bit of a smile, the first you'd been able to conjure in weeks.

"I'm well aware," you promised quietly.

He turned around and made his way to the door. You thought about telling him his stuff was on the table, but instead you watched him disappear out of your place. Out of your life.

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"What the shit? Why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Because I didn't want you to do anything stupid," you cautioned David as you shifted a bit in the seat. "The hit is off of Billy and I doubt he will come back to make sure I died. It's fine."

"It's not fine. These people aren't playing. I can't believe you didn't tell me you got shot."

He was driving erratically and you had to remind him of the speed limit more than once.

"I think it's because of the digging you did for me. You gotta promise not to continue. I don't want him to come after you next."

David scoffed, but you saw him check his rear view mirror.

"So that's just it? You and Billy are done?"

You sighed, your hand moving to the ache in your chest. It wasn’t physical pain this time though.

"I tried to have him killed David. It doesn't matter that I tried to stop it. He'll never trust me again."

David made a sympathetic noise before he turned onto the next street. Even he didn't have anything to say to that.

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"Henry, can you print off those reports for me? I want to make sure I have them all."

You leaned back in your desk chair and frowned at the screen of your computer. This was supposed to be an easy day but it was shaping up to be horrible.

Your office door pushed the rest of the way open, but it wasn't your assistant that stood there. It was Billy.

Henry stood behind Billy, dwarfed by his height. He fixed his glasses and frowned at you.

"I'm sorry Miss Y/L/N, he wouldn't take no for an answer."

That sounded about right. You sighed but offered a nod to Henry to let him once it was okay. He pulled the door shut with a huff.

"He never liked me," he said with half a grin before he turned to look at the windows. "I see you still haven't taken my advice and left the city."

You rubbed your forehead. Then, when it became obvious that he wasn't going to get to his point quickly, you propped your chin up on your hand.

"Is there something I can do for you Billy?"

He turned and looked at you, his eyes narrowing. He paced the length of your office, reminding you of jungle cats in cages. You hadn't been to the zoo in a long time, but you imagined you weren't far off in your comparison.

"You won't leave the city and continue to put yourself in danger, so I’ve decided to help you."

That drew you up short.

"Help me with what?"

Billy turned to face you, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm going to help you get this guy off your back. We'll make sure you're safe and then we're done."

Done. So after you were no longer in danger, you'd never see Billy again. It almost didn't seem worth it.

"You don't owe me anything," you reminded Billy in a soft voice. "I brought this on myself. You're not responsible for what happens to me. I can… I'll be fine."

You wanted it to be true, but you had no idea where to start. You lived every day like it could be your last.

Billy crossed over to the desk you sat behind. He put his hands flat on the surface and lowered himself so he could look into your eyes.

It was the closest he had been since he'd caught you after you had been shot. You could smell his aftershave and feel the heat coming off his body.

Good thing you were sitting or you would have been weak in the knees.

"Once upon a time, you were the woman that made me think that I deserved to be happy. I would've done anything to make you happy. It's that person I'm gonna help. I owe her that much."

There it was again, the feeling of being heart broken.

"Okay," you said softly as you broke eye context, "okay, I'll let you help. Then you'll never have to see me again."

You didn't bother trying to decipher the look on his face at that. It wouldn't do you any good.

Billy sat back up and gave you a nod.

"Okay. We start tomorrow."

What had you gotten yourself into?

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heartsfortxt · 5 years

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txt reaction to you performing and being a good singer.

￤♡ ˎˊ˗ request :: "bc i wanna feed my theatre kid and love for txt at the same time, could you write txt reacting to their s/o being so heckin good at acting after seeing them on stage?? (and singing but thts optional)"

(i was kinda confused at first because i didn't understand the request but the person was so nice to explain it better to me through private messages 🥰❤): "ah nono thats fine!! i mean i did send it when i was dead tired (still kinda am since i just woke up for school) hgkgn ANYGAYS, txt reacting to seeing their s/o perform onstage for a play/musical"

￤♡ ˎˊ˗ a/n: im sorry for not keeping my promise, hhHHhH im starting to get slow at updating for all you lovely people !! forgive me and my st00pid a$$ T_T <3<3

gif credit to the owner!

- yeonjun ♡

yeonjun would get sOOoO excited and all smiley tbh :') you and your voice was ethereal, he sometimes wondered if you really were a human being or an angel from the heaven above. if the other members would be there he would try and mock them about having you all to himself AHSSJJS 🥰

"she is amazing isn't she ?? too bad she is mine mwehe >:)"

- soobin ♡

let's say that, he had been hearing you sing several times but when he saw you singing to the musical, it sounded totally different, it was more clear. he would fall in love over and over again 😔😔 how was it possible for someone to look so stunning plus singing so effortlessly at the same time ? he had no clue AT ALL !

"i think i just fell more in love and i now i can't get up."

- beomgyu ♡

baBY would have the biggest smile on his face :)))) he would be so happy!! beomgyu couldn't wait to shower you with all the compliments after the show. you were a piece of artwork infront of him, no doubt. this boy is head over heels for you aGHahhsj 😭💘💗💞

"you were so amazing !! i love you."

- taehyun ♡

taehyun mouth would be slightly open. he was so stunned. was it really you singing ?? he couldn't believe his ears !! when you would be done performing and meeting his backstage, he would still have the dull expression on his face 😶😶

"*silence for the who knows of years*"

- huening kai ♡

fanboy kai: activated 💘💞💗💕💖💕💗

for real, he would be the biggest fanboy of yours throughout the whole musical show. you never failed to amaze with all those talents of yours <3 (i love kai so much and you should too)

"can i just say: wow and i love you so much ??"

#txt fanfiction #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt post #txt #txt reactions #txt requests #txt hueningkai #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #txt soobin #txt taehyun #tomorrowxtogether #jane♡'s writting!

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nikvs-blog · 5 years

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pov rp: i try to wink at u but i close both eyes like jinsoul in this gif <3 SBJDWBDJWBDJ hello im xan im 22 & from the est timezone i use she / her pronouns & ur watching disney channel. is this super late ? yea...but thats super on brand for me its fine its fun its sexy so * jugkook vc* let’s get it !

— jung jinsoul. she/her. cis female. | was that niko seo i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a waitress, but i’ve always just seen them scribbling poetry on napkins. they live in 3A and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of making wishes on falling stars, silk ribbons adorning messy ponytails, and breakfast at midnight.

BACKSTORY

so miss niko was born in a teeny tiny suburban town in north carolina to a pair of young high school sweethearts ! unfortunately her mom passed away during childbirth so it was a very bittersweet arrival into the world for baby niko

her dad was a mechanic who never made it to college since his girlfriend got pregnant towards the end of their senior year. they got married before niko was born though because they were pretty serious abt raising her right but they never really got the chance to /: but her dad loved his job he loved working with cars & it was something his own dad did before him plus it was a job the town really valued since it was so tiny ( u really only needed one of everything )

when i say tiny i mean everyone knows everyone tiny. growing up the town kinda pitied niko bc of her mom dying so to compensate everyone kinda tried to do their part in raising her ! her neighbors were just as much of a parent to her as her own dad was, and everyone had stories abt her mom so niko kinda appreciated how small the town was.....sometimes

that changed as she got older ! when she started high school her dad kinda entered a rough patch & started drinking more with his buddies, started working less, and niko started getting calls from the sheriff at 2 am like “hey we’re gonna keep ur dad for the night he didnt do anything crazy but he got a little too drunk u can pick him up tomorrow” sort of thing

she was there for him every time but it got kinda overwhelming knowing everyone was in her family's business & how much kids would gossip at school or adults would give her sad looks

basically she kinda just....became very disillusioned with her reality & began to realize no one around her was really.....happy or had big dreams and their entire lives revolved around this tiny town which scared her

but also ? it had started becoming her life, too. she was voted prom queen senior year, she had a job at a diner where the same people ate everyday, she’d been dating the same boy for four years and everyone talked about how they’d probably get married soon. she’d become exactly like everyone else without even realizing it....she didnt have some big dream.....she didnt even have plans for college she was just so stuck

and then disaster hit the summer after she graduated high school. her dad had crashed right into a tree on a rainy night trying to drive home after a night out drinking & died on impact. the news honestly didnt feel real to her until her grandparents were helping her clear out her house so she could come move in with them

which is when she finds her mom’s old diary ! and boy was that thing . fat & juicy ... it had all four years worth of her mom’s high school years inside and niko became ...obsessed with it. all she did that summer her dad died was read her mom’s old diary learning more abt the woman from those pages than she ever had from the mouths of everyone in her town

thats how she found out her mom had always dreamed of moving to some city like seattle and starting this new life once she found out she was pregnant with niko ! so niko was like ok this has to be a sign....told her grandparents she loved them but she couldnt stay in north carolina.....and boop ! she pretty much disappeared from the town, didnt tie up any lose ends ( including her bf of four years who she was kinda engaged to ? JSDBJBDJ ) because she just had to leave that bad.

cue a scene on bus with niko looking out the window as some dramatic song abt new beginnings plays . JSDBJSBDJW seattle was truly her new start at 18 ... and all she wanted to do was just ... reinvent herself

so she did ! first thing she did was get a job as a waitress bc uh ur girl was BROKE broke but she knew she was good at serving. the first year was.....pretty rough there’s no sugar coating it niko was struggling bad, probably living in some questionable apartment when she wasnt coach hopping at her coworker’s places. despite all this she was....insanely happy she really believed ( and still does ) seattle is magic !

she was working at a diner ironically, just like she had been back home, but this diner changed her life about a two years ago. one day one of her regulars ( a very well off lawyer who worked downtown ) told her she was way too pretty and charming to be serving at a place like this & that he had a buddy who owned an upscale restaurant near his job downtown & that he could probably get niko a job there if she wanted

so she was like UH hell yes....showed up the next day at this fancy restaurant, charmed the pants off the owner, and the rest ? is history ! she moved into hideaways a bit after getting this new job & has been there ever since <3

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS

personality wise niko is kinda ....hard to figure out. she doesnt do it on purpose, she’s just still learning about who she is and what she really wants. back home in north carolina she was kind of the small town golden girl, loved by everyone type of deal but also very romanticized by those around her ??? ppl thought she was brilliant and knew so much about everything when the truth was she just knew a little about a lot. she would read to escape the suburban boredom of her reality & took a special interest in things like art and poetry and astronomy. shes the type to want to share the stuff she’s learned with those around her

in seattle since no one knew her the way they did back home, niko decided she wanted to keep it that way. because of this and because shes so hesitant to talk about her family sometimes she can come across as mysterious but she’s a surprisingly open person !! she’s naturally super curious and friendly and she’s found it really helps to be the kind of person people want to get to know and trust when working in the service industry. she’s got the type of aura about her that makes you feel as if maybe you’ve known her forever, even if she’s only told you one thing about herself ( which is often the case) . can probably make anyone feel at home within five minutes of talking to her & you won’t even realize how she’s doing it. her boss swears she’s charming enough to sell honey to a bee !

she’s also got a flighty side though that comes out when you get too close. niko’s great at relationships when they aren’t deep, but the moment you start and figure her out and see past the smiley walls she’s got up she recoils fast. in a way she’s terrified of anyone knowing too much about her because she’s scared that once they do they’ll pity her, and niko can’t stand being pitied. she’s also super good at dishing out affection but not so good at receiving it. the type to fall in love then right back out of love in one day. kinda a heart breaker bc of this but she doesn't mean to be, she just gets infatuated kinda easily & isn’t very good at keeping things serious ever since literally running away from her long-time ex in north carolina JSBCSJBDJW

some fun facts: she wants to get a cat and name it cat so bad but she’s not sure she’d be a good pet mom so she just settles for petting stray cats in public. 100% that weirdo crouching in the street making kissy noises because she saw a cat and wants to pet it. she can name just about every constellation & loves to sit outside and look at the stars on clear nights, usually while smoking a joint . she’s a hardcore lightweight .... im talking one tequila shot and she’s floored ... two glasses of wine and she’s taking her top off then crying kinda deal like she CANNOT handle her liquor so she tries to keep partying to a minimum. she’s got a collection of napkins from work were people have scribbled their phone numbers onto as well as a collection of napkins niko herself has scribbled on. she mostly writes poems and sometimes she even leaves a napkin with a poem on it behind at a table like a little gift for whoever sits there next. she’s probably always writing poems for all her friends or infatuations so if you’re in her life....you’ve gotten one at some point !

the only thing she brought with her from north carolina were all her records. she’s got a pretty extensive collection that ranges from donna summer to louis armstrong to led zeppelin & when she finally got a record player of her own in seattle it was probably the best day of her life <3 she really likes to watch scary movies but also they scare her so bad so it’s a cycle of oh yes lets watch this.....fuck why did i do that.....im sleeping with the lights on rinse & repeat. she really likes to cook ! she learned at a pretty early age out of necessity but now she does it for her own pleasure also because of her growing interest / knowledge in the restaurant industry. her wardrobe is 95% thrifted and 5% stolen from miscellaneous people ( her dad, old boyfriends, hookups, friends, etc. ) is a notorious hoodie thief so dont lend her yours......

and this is WAY too long im.....so sorry this literally always happens aha <3 yes i ramble but thats bc . i have a lot to say and i also have a lot of love to give ! spare some plots ? we can im on tumblr but i am 100% easier to reach on discord @ EL i love u 💖✨🌙#8172 so hit me up there & lets get this show on the road baby !

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔 ── ooc !#lets not talk abt how long or late this is .... x #JDSBJBDJWBJDW i got carried away perhaps didnt even wanna start adding wanted connections this is already so much 2 read </3 #niko is.....my baby im so excited for her and so excited for this rp so plot with me perhaps ? hehe...#hide.intro

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umikawa · 5 years

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Clearly Pink

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader

Warnings: Homosexuality near the end but that's it. I'm not homophobic or anything it's just some people are.

A/n: Since y'all liked the other one and someone asked for another i made one. This is a follow up from Clear Blue which you can read here. It's a little shorter than i wanted. I think i stole a line from a book i read i think it was a poetry book im not sure. Hope y'all like it.

Gif is not mine

It had been roughly nine months since you told Eddie you were pregnant. As of now you had told almost everyone you knew, so did Eddie. The first person you told was your sister Morgan, and he told Ms. Chang. Your due date was in a couple of days so Eddie was out getting diapers and little blankets. Today you were going to tell Eddie the gender of the baby. You were initially going to do something extravagant but you decided against it. So you went to the craft store, sorry i mean your sister went to the craft store, Eddie didn't want you to leave the house, and picked up a small box and pink paper. When she dropped off the things you started cutting up pieces of paper, before you could get all of the pieces inside the box the door unlocked. You scrambled to put all of them inside the box before he could see but dramatically failed,

'Hey babe I'm home! I got waffles along with the other stuff!' Eddie yelled out.

'Do not come into the living room or i swear i will kill you! Not really though.' You yelled back. You got all of them in and closed the box, you picked it up and walked into the kitchen with it,

'Hey sweetheart.' You said as you waddled in.

Eddie put a hand on your stomach and cupped your cheek with the other, he tilted your head up and gave you a soft kiss, 'Hi babe and little one.' He noticed the box in your hands and gestured to it, 'What do you have there?'

You looked down on it and nervously chuckled, 'Uh this is a box obviously and inside has the color of the gender of our baby.' You said as you handed it to him and sat down in a nearby chair watching as he opened it.

He took off the lid and looked inside. He dumped out the contents and looked at it. 'Huh. So we're having a boy!'

You blankly stared at him, 'Are you an idiot? It's pink. We're having a girl.'

'No i don't think so. It's clearly blue.' He corrected with tilting his head to the side a little.

Venom started sliding out and looked down at the paper then you and Eddie, 'Mmm It's clearly pink.'

Eddie looked over at him, 'Aren't you colorblind?'

'Mmm Yes i am.' Venom agreed.

'Well then why are you saying anything?' Eddie sassed.

'Uh Because Y/n is always right.' He answered then went back into Eddie. You chuckled at his answer.

'So we're having a girl.' Eddie said.

'Yeah we are. Do you not like that?' You asked.

He hugged you from behind and kissed behind your ear, 'No it's not that, kinda wanted a boy but a girl is just fine. I'm gonna love her regardless since she's ours.'

You moved your head and kissed his cheek, 'I love you.'

He turned you around and put his hands on your waist and kissed you long. He pulled away and pecked your lips one more time, 'And I love you,' He bent down to your stomach and lifted up your shirt, he placed a light kiss on it and pulled away, 'Both of you.'

Later that day you gave birth to a smiley little girl. Eddie was on your right holding her and smiling down at her, 'She's beautiful.' He whispered. You nodded your head and wiped the tears from your face. He handed you the little girl and sat down next to your bed, 'What are we gonna name her?'

'Venomella' Venom said.

'That's a terrible name V' Eddie told him.

'What did he say?' You asked with a tilt of your head.

'Venomella.' He responded.

You laughed and some tears fell, 'That's adorable but bad at the same time.' You looked down at your baby girl and rubbed your thumb against her cheek, 'Hope,' you said down at her and she smiled and looked up to you, 'Let's name her Hope.'

Eddie nodded and got up, you scooted over a bit making room for him and he sat down next to you. You placed Hope between you too and smiled at Eddie, he smiled back and kissed both of your foreheads. He put his mouth near your ear,

'Does this mean we can get married now?' He whispered.

'Give it another month or two, i have to get rid of the baby fat so i can actually fit in the dress i pick out.'

'I can wait yeah. Hey where's your sister i thought she was gonna be here.' He said.

You shook your head lightly, 'No she's on a date with her girlfriend, she's gonna propose. I'm surprised cause both of them are like tough y'know hardheaded think love is distracting or a weakness it's weird. But i guess when they found each other they changed their mind.' You explained to him.

'What's her girlfriends name anyways i don't think she ever told me.' Eddie asked.

'Natasha Romanoff. She's an Avenger.'

'Nice. Okay enough about Morgan, so did it hurt when you had to push her out of you?.'

'Eddie i swear to god you're obnoxious. You were here while i was giving birth! You started crying because i squeezed your hand to hard for crying out loud.' You laughed out at the end.

'You're exposing me, an investigative reporter. That's my job' Eddie sassed.

'Just shut up.' You laughed. You tilted your head up and kissed his lips.

They named her Hope, because in their crazy filled lives of either life or death, injury or not, all they needed...

...Was a little Hope.

A/n: Well I'm glad you liked it if you did, if you didn't tell me! Feedback always helps me improve them a little bit! @marvelismylife @marvelgirl7 i hoped you peeps liked it. Masterlist

#eddie brock x you #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom #venom fic #venom movie #eddie brock imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction

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serendipitioustaehyung · 6 years

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Minghao Headcanon!

- let’s do this

- okay so

- arabella ( @velvetvernon ) and i were talking about this gif (the one ^ up there [CREDIT TO OWNER]) and we were like “it looks like someone off screen is making him laugh”

- and this is how this happened

- I KNOW I HAVE LIKE 748373 REQUESTS AND I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT DONE THEM BUT DEPRESSION IS A BITCH AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE CUTE SO ITS EITHER THIS OR NOTHING FOR A FEW DAYS OKAY IM SORRY I LOVE U

- okay anyway

- we were like,,,

- what if like it’s u???? hence again why this happen

- and ur in his hoodie and ur all tucked in

- like ur sittin w ur legs and arms in his hoodie

- just jammin to music

- and just kinda being extra n shit

- whenever he sees u

- he just kinda goes all giggly and !!!!!

- do u get what i mean

- and he’s just HELLA heart eyes

- so it’s now after the vlive ends

- and u have fallen asleep in his hoodie and he just gets a HUGE smile on his face like

- “that’s my person,,,,,,, theyre in love w me,,,,, !!!!!!!”

- and jeonghan has now noticed and he’s like

- “where is thughao????? WHY ARE U ALL SOFT™️ ALL OF SUDDEN????”

- thanks jeonghan,,, u got all the boys attention

- and now all of the boys are like ,,,, “WHY ARE U SO SMILEY AND GIGGLY WHAT”

- and vernon just kinda,,,, looks around and see u

- asleep

- in

- minghao’s

- hoodie

- and vernon just goes “I KNOW WHY”

- and hao just kinda,,, gives him a glare,,, kinda like “i dare u” type look

- but vernon gives NO SHITS

- and goes “LOOK ON THE COUCH”

- ok but how many times am i gonna say “and”

- anyway

- all the boys look

- AND THERE YOU ARE

- FAST ASLEEP IN HIS HOODIE

- we get it ivy u have said it like 3 times now

- AND THEN ALL THE BOYS JUST KINDA GET LOUD???

- “MINGHAO UR SO SOFT FOR THEM,,, IDHSIBSKS”

- yeah basically that

- anyway

- it wakes u up

- which hao Does Not Like

- and he just kinda goes

- “you guys saw they were sleeping!!!! why did u start yelling!!!!”

- and u just softly go “haohao”

- and he just goes Soft™️ and is immediately by u

- and ur resting ur head is his lap, and he’s playing w ur hair

- and u fall back asleep :’-)

- i’m So Soft™️ For Minghao

- lol this is short i’m so sorry

#seventeen headcanon #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen performance unit #xu minghao #xu minghao scenario #xu minghao x reader #the8 #the8 scenario #the8 imagines #seventeen the8 #svt the8

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fy-taebin-blog · 7 years

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can you help me get into myteen before they debut?

sure thing, anon! right now is a great time to get to know myteen since their debut is a couple weeks away, you won’t have to suffer long months of being teased like some of us earlier. ;;

so to start, i’m sure you all know that myteen consists of seven lovable members. they’re under music works ent, whom notably houses baek jiyoung, minzy, kim sohee, and u sungeun.

official links:

twitter

youtube

fancafe

facebook

music works vlive

official v-app channel

myteen has A LOT of content and we have a pretty small fanbase right now, so subbing is a bit on and off. i would check out their vlives since most of the time their broadcasts and earlier myteen shows are subbed. for the more recent myteen shows, i recommend jxj subs. (keep in mind that they’re a two-person team and they do have a life, so subs cannot always be ready right away!)

vlive subbed their mini reality show, but it only has yuvin, eunsu, hanseul, and chunjin! this was before myteen was even announced. such fetuses. each episode is only 5-10 minutes long!

episode 1

episode 2

episode 3

episode 4

episode 5

FY!MYTEEN uploaded all the episodes from MYTEEN GO, their reality show, and unfortunately, it’s not subbed except for episode 2. link.

now that all the basics are out of the way, let’s jump into the members!

Taevin / Taebin

full name: lee saewoong (im honestly not sure if it’s sewoong or saewoong lmao)

birthdate: january 22, 1996

position: sub-vocalist, actor, visual(?)

speaks english since he lived in new zealand

high iq king

screamed bc he thought a shoestring was a bug on him

shares the visual spot with junseob!

shot a cf for j route (x)

featured in gb9’s just i like you with kim sohee (x)

Chunjin

full name: kim sangjin

birthdate: december 22, 1996

position: main dancer, sub-vocalist

quiet but also that weird one

takes care of his health

he keeps herbal medicine in his bag

Eunsu

full name: choi eunsu

birthdate: february 12, 1997

position: leader, rap

mommy leader!

sensitive and shows his cute side v often

he cried when they performed on stage for the first time, poor bby (x)

Xiheon

full name: kim gukheon

birthdate: april 15, 1997

position: main vocalist

honey voice king

scared of honestly everything (first ep of myteen go shows this clearly)

honestly so funny and extra

future variety king

Junseop

full name: shin junseop

birthdate: february 4, 1998

position: main rapper, sub-vocal, visual(?)

honestly his visuals are top notch so i think he shares the visual spot with taebin

auditioned for show me the money 6

he laughs a lot bc he loves lame jokes

savage af

taebin said he was reading a book and junseop called him a liar

Yuvin

full name: song yubin

birthdate: april 28, 1998

position: main vocalist

auditioned in superstar k and was in the top 4

baek jiyoung liked him so much, she decided to make a duet song with him called garosugil at dawn and it’s literally so perfect (x)

also made his solo debut with you to the bone (x) ft. eunsu, xiheon, and hanseul

part of ‘i am the actor’, a show where yuvin shows his acting skills along with other idols! (x)

pretty much the most popular

bby lost a lot of weight ;;

he has a dog but is allergic to it lol

rly talkative and annoying (in a good way)

he speaks english out of nowhere sometimes lmao

Hanseul

full name: park minjun

birthdate: january 8, 2001

position: sub-vocal, maknae

SO SMILEY

he��s a tall bby

was not present in myteen go and most events due to school and his shoulder injury

so do not worry if you don’t see him in past myteen show videos!!

LOVES CANDY

he has a bucket of different types of sweet

and that’s all the info you really need to know for myteen! hopefully there’ll be a fanbase soon to provide subs because they are literally so funny!!! there’s only a few of us, but i hope this post will help you and a lot of other people to become their fans! the boys are extremely lovable and talented and i can’t help but obsess over them.

a couple of blogs you should follow:

@all-myteen @saeoong @taebinnie @xi-heon @minijuns @princejunseob

and also @kmseul (that’s my side-blog for myteen i made a few months ago lol i am definitely going to post a lot more myteen content on that blog, esp since i miss making gifs!!) and to those who i didn’t mention, i’m sorry!

we’re finally leaving the predebut era and coming closer to debut. i hope all you lovely people will join the myteen train and support them because this is music works’ first boy group, and first group overall! our fanbase is small, but we haven’t even entered the beginning yet, so let’s do our best to make our boys have a successful debut as well as a successful route into the idol industry.

i know this wasn’t a very good guide, but i tried my best! thank you so much for following me and you have no idea how happy it makes me to see how many people are steadily becoming fans of them. i will do my part and post a lot of content of taebin!

p.s. myteen will make their debut on july 26, don’t you guys forget!

#myteen #replies #anon

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the assistant / chapter eighteen, “down”

hey there!!!!! woah it’s been so long, i am so so sorry!!! it’s so good to be typing all this up and making this post haha and its kinda weird trying to get back into it too, i missed picking the gif and little sneak peeks out for the post on here lol. i hope you’ve all been well and had great holidays!! well i came back to this chapter that was sitting around for awhile and i wrapped up the end of it, and so i figured i would post it. hopefully it isn’t utter trash haha. i really don’t know when the next chapter will be up or if i’m back with this story just to be honest with you, but i thought i would give it another try and my bf like really wanted me to try again for awhile lol hes pretty great, so you have him to thank lmao. i really wanted to say a big thank you to those of you who have sent me lovely messages about the story (im sorry if some got lost :( or i never replied to) and who have been so patient, it means the world and im so excited to share this new one with you because of your continued love and support for this story, because i know youre all so excited. it still amazes me honestly, you guys are the best. but yes i hope you like this, plz plz let me know what you think! i enjoy!!!! :-)

p.s. - i can’t remember for the fricken life of me how i formatted their texts so be easy on me lol theres not a lot to work with or do, i hope theyre easy to understand :) ugh if only you could change the color of the font on here it would be so much easier sigh

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i know that i probably shouldn’t, and honestly i really don’t know if harry would give a shit, but i thumb at the corner of the file by the label. the fact of being in his hall and not knowing if i should do this or not makes it a little worse.

i take a breath before i stop in front of his closed door. rapping my fist against the door, i wait like any other time. and after harry told me the other day to just come on in if he doesn’t answer by the second time, to just let myself in if it’s something important, i do just that ever so nervously. and with the suspicious as shit file weighing heavily in my arms, i wrap my fingers around the cold tingy metal and twist. the creepy neck feeling and the hot nervous one like i did something wrong floods back to me in a tsunamic like wave when i spot the graying man standing by harry’s desk.

with a gulp that becomes harder when his dark brown eyes cast over to me along with the weak dimples peeking out of his cheeks aged with lines, suddenly i feel not so great.

it feels like everybody’s eyes are on the back of my neck when i eventually walk out of the bathroom and back to my desk. when i turn around, there’s nobody watching or staring or prying. just my messed up conscious and paranoid mind, because that’s nice. i discreetly run a finger under my eyes as i pull out the wheely chair and sit back down, lifting the top of my macbook to open it up. holding down the power button, the white apple logo soon appears on my screen. with a sniffle, i pull at the tight waist of these black dress pants before typing my password in.

the plain mountain background loads quickly, and a second later a soft chime sounds. and then there’s another. dragging my eyes to the top right corner of the shiny screen, i see the name i dread maybe the most.

(H in italics and B in bold-italics :-))

12:05pm

please try to be nice with

the costume, pretty

please with a cherry on top?

12:10pm

you’re making me nervous,

becks.

and a new chime just as this message comes in, all fresh and new.

12:23pm

you there, love?

yeah sorry. got busy.

it’s ok.

instead of replying, i venture to chrome and open my email to find too much freaking shit. the third or fourth email is from him, time stamped from around eight am. he probably finished the list up and sent it from home last night, which isn’t too weird for him. sometimes it comes the night before, if he’s feeling generous or something like that.

12:29pm

what’s this file you want?

what?

on the list. it just says ‘find the

heartwood file for me asap and bring

it to me’. you need to learn to be more

specific you know, i thought we talked

about this.

12:30pm

oh yeah. that. sorryyyyyy, i

know we spoke about

it. yeah, i need the

criminal file on bertie

heartwood. it’s not on the

online database as a digital file, so

you’ll have to go down

to the basement where

they keep all of the real paper ones.

you’ve been down there

the one time right? it

wasn’t too bad, huh?

yeah it was a jolly old time, i loved the

creepy old geezer sitting in the door shoving his face with a twinkie who couldn’t help me for shit. i almost had

an asthma attack from all of the dust

and i don’t have asthma!

damn you’re hilarious,

becks.

shutup, i’m being serious.

don’t send me a fucking smiley face.

first i have to do all of that awful filing

and now i have to go down to the

basement to the papers room where who knows

how many rats live with the creepy old

guy staring at my bum and boobs. watch, i probably

will never even get back up here to

17 because the elevator will have

stopped working, or the weirdo shanked me and i bled out. and god, don’t even

get me fucking started on the

cobwebs down there.

language! and would you chill out? there

are no bloody rats in my

law firm

i heard something the last time i was

down there trying and failing to find

that witman file for you, and i turned

around and i swear to god i saw a

tail, harry.

stop it, you did not see

a bleeding rat down there.

and i keep my firm

blooming spotless, so hush.

you still need to find a new clerk guy

down there who isn’t a 80 year old

who probably has an arrest or two

having to do with pedophilia and porn.

i bet you fifty pounds if you had the

techies look at his computer you’d find pornhub.com in his web history.

bloody hell becks. he

does not. jerry’s background

is spotless. ya really think

i’d take a bet on somebody

like that?

well all he does is basically just guard

about fifty dusty shelves of files, so

yeah maybee.

fuck you, you little shit.

uh no, i only get to call you that.

sure you do.

shutup.

can i pleaseeeeee not go down there?

i was considering it, but

not after all that lousy stuff

you said about the papers

room and nice old jerry.

he is not nice, harry! he’s so rude.

doesn’t even help me when i have a

question, scouts honor.

no way, you were a girl scout?

ya sell all those yummy boxes

of biscuits, too?

shut up.

ya better be nice, or i just

might make you come to

that ball with me after all,

you little shit.

stop calling me that, that’s my line.

would you rather i come down

and give you another nice

tour? i don’t really want to,

because i’m supposed to be

doing this skype call with

somebody from ny, and

hell thats why i asked you

to do it.

god, don’t be too honest there.

i’m sorry, just not looking forward

to this skype call. and amber

won’t stop blowing up my phone,

she’s in a real mood today.

what’s new with that?

be nice, becks.

i’m just stating the truth, that’s all.

his reply is lagged, and i tap my fingers against my thigh as i wait for the word ‘read’ to show up under my message. and more so for the little bubble to show up. i don’t know if i’m thankful or what when the t-rex rings and i drag my hand over with a huff to pick it up.

“styles and lawson, this is becky,” i answer the most mock cheerfully that i can do on a monday.

“hi, i was wondering who i could talk to about how i could go about setting up a consultation with mr. styles?” a chipper voice replies.

“i’m mr. styles’ assistant, so i can gladly answer that question for you,” i reply.

ten unnecessary minutes later, i finally set the phone down. and when i turn to wake up my computer, there’s a red bubble stuck to my little messages icon. with a shake of my head, i click on it and find harry’s texts. but i hardly get a chance to read them, when his name pops up in the corner of my screen again, but this time he’s calling me.

sticking my hand into my drawer, i pull my buzzing phone out and swipe my thumb across the screen.

“god, what do you want now?” i reply fake annoyed.

“ya betta watch it, becks. actually ‘m surprised ya answered, ya weren’t replying t’ me texts.”

“i’m sorry, i had to explain to some old lady on the phone that just because you’re such a greaaaat lawyer, that you don’t take all cases that come at you, and she wasn’t that happy because of that and because she doesn’t really know how to work email to send me a consult. actually i don’t think she even has one.”

“oh, i see. well sorry i blew up yer mac, but was hopin’ ya’d go an’ get that file fer me soon. pleeeease, becks?” he says, apology heavy in his tone, before it switches to something sickeningly sweet. what a little shit.

“can’t like, you call down there and just have them send it up somehow?”

“this isn’ a bloody post office, becks. ’s jus’ one li’l file, tha’s actually real important. an’ i need it, i wouldn’ ask ya t’ go get it if i didn’ need it.”

“suuuuure,” i sigh, browsing through this week’s list quickly, but it’s not much use because this isn’t the final length. it’ll just keep getting added to as the week carries on. the usual.

“come on, becks. i won’ make ya go down there fer awhile afta this, ok?”

“weak proposition, mr. lawyer,” i reply sassily, pushing my hair behind my ear as i open another email reading a consult from a possible client.

“‘m not gonn’ bribe you.”

“why not?”

“you cheeky li’l thing you, jus’ go get tha bloody file before i come out there.”

“wow, you’re soooo scary,” i tease, hearing his fed up huff.

“jus’ go get tha damn file, you bloody li’l shit,” he chuckles softly. “now i really hafta go, tha bloke’s s’posed t’ be callin’ any mo’ now.”

“no, wait!”

“whaaaat?” he groans.

“i forgot where i look down there, because you know there’s like fifty shelves with boxes of files on them.”

“bloody hell, becks, just ask jerry.”

“i am not talking to that creeper ever again in my life,” i whisper, lowering my voice when somebody walks by. “and he is soooo a creeper, harry! the last time i was down there, i was looking through a box of files that was on the bottom shelf, and when i looked up the bloke’s eyes were glued to my cleavage!”

what comes next is a little explosion of giggles from his side, and i have to resist rolling my eyes because it’s not as good when he can’t see it. since we’re on the phone, even though he’s like . . well right over there.

“becks, yer too damn funny fer yer own good, darlin’,” he gets out in a long titter, and i deal him back a sigh. “ok don’ botha with jerry then, but ’s organized by tha alphabet if i rememba right from tha last time i was down there. but yeah ’s just by last name, so it shouldn’ be too hard t’ find, love.”

“wow, thanks for calling me dumb.”

“‘m not callin’ you dumb, becks!” he laughs, and when i hear the familiar ringing sound faintly i know it’s his skype. “hey sorry, that bastard’s ringin’ me, so i gott’ go. but if ya ‘ave any troubles, jus’ text me an’ ‘ll try t’ get back t’ ya fairly quick.”

“ok, don’t get too bored,” i joke, hearing his sweet giggle for only a second.

“thanks, babe, don’ die down there,” he replies, and i only get a scoff in before he says a quick goodbye.

with a dreaded touch and an exaggerated groan, i stab the lit up plastic button labeled ‘bmt’ and take a few steps and turn to lean against the back wall of the elevator i’m alone in. with a soft hum, the doors squeeze back together and it starts to move down as i stare ahead at my blurry reflection in the shiny doors.

12:50pm

this really fricken sucks,

like a lot.

i stab my thumb at the ‘send’ button and let out a huff after pressing the lock button waiting to arrive in the moldy scary basement. the red led number above the doors falls one by one, sticking at ‘9’ before it drops again.

buzz buzz.

12:54pm

hush, don’t start being a

whine baby on me now.

i told you i won’t make you

go down there for awhile

after this.

you better not.

oh stop being so dramatic.

i think i got that from you.

you’re just hilarious.

why thank you.

now get off your phone and

go get that file.

i’m on the elevator as we

speak, god chill!

you chill, and stop taking the

lord’s name.

since when do you care?

doesn’t matter, now i gotta go.

this bloke is almost back from

whatever the hell he had to do,

and i gotta pay attention, this call

is important.

ok, sorry for bothering you.

don’t, you’re not bothering me.

why do ya always think you’re a

bother becks? but

text me if you need me for any

help with finding the file, and i’ll

try my best, i just might take a

bit to reply.

thank you, harry. you know

you’re probably the best, right?

thanks, sweetheart :) you’re

pretty darn great yourself.

you’re welcome, and thanks :)

i wait for a quick witted reply, and after a little bit i think he should have replied by now with how quick his replies were coming. and so i stuff my phone away in my pocket, and look up to find the doors peeling apart. i take in a deep breath and step off the elevator, pulling my long gray sweater around me at the change of temperature. fuckkkkkk, i do not need this too.

with shivering shoulders and chattering teeth, i tiptoe down the hall - because well there’s not a fucking soul around and i feel like it’s too quiet and shit is going to echo - and soon spot the little sign that reads ‘file room’. but ever since i stepped my first foot into this form, it’s always been called ‘the papers room’ for a reason i don’t know, and that i should probably ask harry one day. or asher.

sure enough, wrinkly and graying and not to mention balding jerry whitter is sat at his black desk scrolling away on his silver desktop. probably looking at girl on girl action, or something really weird, i just have a weird feeling. it takes him too long to look up and when he does, i savor the look on his face because fuck i know he was looking at porn. that git.

with a forced smile stretching across his stubbly chubby cheeks, his thin lips you could hardly discern from his gray mustache part, “oh hullo, love. come down to find another file. ya need any help finding anything?” he says ever so cheerily, but i know it’s fake.

“uh no thanks, i think i got it,” i reply, trying a smile that he returns, but it’s last about a second. with a shiver and my arms pulled around myself, i walk past the wimpy coworker of mine dressed in a long sleeved gray button down and slacks. i don’t even want to think about those slacks and any other part of his body for that matter.

that thought gives me another shiver as i pass the tall gray metal shelves of cardboard box heavy with ancient files. all i know is that most of the files that harry and the other lawyers used and need these days are online digitally, and that somebody who’s not fucking jerry is in the process of scanning all of these to get them online. but i can imagine there’s a point where it’s just been enough, and what’s the point if you don’t need them? at least that’s what i think.

clearing my throat and trying to do the same with my mind, i bow my head and lift my hand to find the hot pink post it i scribbled down the info on, knowing i’ll most likely forget.

bertie heartwood

criminal files

1989

with a huff, i stuff it back away in the pocket of my sweater, pulling the front tighter across my chest. glancing a hasty look over my shoulder back at jerry, all i know is that i’m glad he’s not looking me up, and i don’t bother to see what he’s staring at on his computer. bad idea, becky, bad idea. and so i cross my arms over my chest, wincing at my annoying ass bra digging into my side as i look at the little sign on the very left of the shelf by the aisle. ‘a-f’ it reads. i try to hold back the groan as i walk down the long ass aisle, and turn to peek in the next one. like the other side, the very last shelf has another little sign reading ‘g-m’ and i drag my feet down to the beginning. first i go too far and i’m stuck in the g’s, and then when i veer to the right of the aisle i’m in the fucking j’s, because god. ughhhh.

i almost jump out of my fucking flats when my hip buzzes, and i look down to find the screen of my phone lit up. the smile is hard to push down at the sight of his words, and what they are.

12:55pm

it going alright? you get lost

down there, bub?

no, not yet. but apparently

finding the h’s in this aisle for

g-m is harder than it looks.

the screen goes dark as i stare at it waiting for his response, but it doesn’t come right away, and so i assume he’s caught up with his skype call. i don’t even know why he bothered anyways, especially since he joked somewhat about me leaving him alone. i turn my attention and eyes back to the boxes upon boxes of files waiting in front of me. after awhile, i finally get a little warmer and find the h’s. you’d think it wouldn’t be too hard to find ‘he-‘ especially when there shouldn’t be that big of a variety of files here, but yeah no. first there’s habergram. haberly. habittle. hack. hackney. hackman. like i’ve never seen so many ‘ha-’s in my entire life. what the fuck, harry?

my phone says it’s a few ticks away from quarter after one when i finally locate the ‘he-’s and then it’s not too bad then, considering ‘hea-‘ is right in the beginning, or so i hope. but after a minute or two, i finally finally the little label reading ‘heartwood, bertie’ and pull out the frayed dusty black file.

“ya find all that you need?” jerry questions when i walk up to his desk, much to my dismay.

“yep, thanks,” i answer, plucking a clicky pen from his coffee mug full of them. hmm so maybe the coffee mug of pens is a thing here, huh?

dreadfully so, i lean down and press the pen to the clipboard, but this time i remember to hold the file to my chest so the perv can’t look down my shirt. fucking gross. first i scribble down the date, time of 1:34pm, the name of the file as well as the handy dandy code on the lip of the file i have to locate first and then make it out and yada yada it’s too much work really, and finally i put down my autograph at the end.

jerry and i exchange small ‘thanks’ and he mutters a ‘bye’ i fully ignore, before i peel out of there and get back on the elevator afraid to be down there another minute more.

1:35pm

you still on the phone?

a dictionary sized ‘delivered’ pops up under my message after a moment, but no read receipt before i check my notifications and a few other things as the elevator brings me up. i’m happy when it sounds a long ding and the doors open, letting me breath again as i step out onto seventeen. the keys are clicking and the phones are a ringing as i walk back to my desk, veering for people in slacks and skirts rushing with their cups of tea and stacks of paper before i swing down harry’s hall. i know that i probably shouldn’t, and honestly i really don’t know if harry would give a shit, but i thumb at the corner of the file by the label. the fact of being in his hall and not knowing if i should do this or not makes it a little worse, so all i get is a glance of a wacky mugshot of a weird looking guy before i let it fall closed only a few steps away from harry’s door.

doing a once over for anybody busting me, even though i know it’s not going to happen or so i hope, i take a breath before i stop in front of his closed door. rapping my fist against the door, i wait like any other time. and after harry told me the other day to just come on in if he doesn’t answer by the second time, to just let myself in if it’s something important, i do just that ever so nervously. and with the suspicious as shit file weighing heavily in my arms, i wrap my fingers around the cold tingy metal and twist.

the creepy neck feeling and the hot nervous one like i did something wrong floods back to me in a tsunamic like wave when i spot the graying man standing by harry’s desk. with a gulp that becomes harder when his dark brown eyes cast over to me along with the weak dimples peeking out of his cheeks aged with lines, suddenly i feel not so great.

“u-uh can i help you with something, sir? i’m sorry, but nobody’s allowed in here without harry already-,” i begin, looking over his combed back thinning hair and broad-set frame.

“i got it, becks,” a voice says quickly, and when i turn my head, harry’s slipping into the room with his hard eyes set on the stranger standing in front of the both of us.

his emerald’s a different body of water from the man’s before us fall to me and i see something in his face that i don’t like. “are you sure?” i say quietly to him.

he nods his head and gives me a small smile, but i don’t know how much i believe it. “‘m sure, love, jus’ gimme a mo’ with him, alright?” he replies, patting my arm with his hand, and i don’t know why or how or what, but i catch his hand when it falls from me. it’s almost awkward and i don’t know what i’m doing or what my little half hatched plan is, but i hold it for a moment along with his gaze and last ditch murmur of his name. “’s fine, becks, promise. why dontcha go take yer break now, yeah?” he continues, giving me another reassuring smile that i don’t know if i can handle or accept, or whatever.

“ok,” i say, dropping his hand but not before i give it a little squeeze, one that he returns warmly. “let me know if you need anything.”

“will do,” he replies, before i turn away and head for the door, holding the image of his off smile and his whole off look in my mind. and the other thing sitting on his face that i don’t think i’ve ever seen before. nerves.

the door opens swiftly with a click, and as my back is to harry and the odd old guy, i hear the beginning of his brash voice. the voice of the other harry. “what, ya not know how t’ work a phone or sumthin’, can ya not gimme a quick ring befo’ ya jus’ swing by wheneva ya bloody like? i have a job ya know - people i represent an’ stuff i gott’ do, meetings i hafta go t’ an-“

“i bleedin’ built this place, ya not rememba that or sumthin’ . .” the stranger booms back in the same accent identical to harry’s, giving me a jump and making this whole thing even weirder. and with that, making me even more confused.

i blink hard before opening my eyes as the last bit of harry’s cold words spat at the stranger melt away from my ears with the distance i put between us, but i catch deep shouts and a raspy one in return. one i know all too well. and it hits me in the gut. because for some odd fucking reason, i want to spin around and stomp back over to his door and do i don’t know, something to get it to stop. to get the man to go away, a man i have a bad feeling about i know that already, and so i can wipe that scared nervous feeling from harry and make it all better.

but i know i shouldn’t and all of things, i know that i can’t. it’s not like that, and with a sad thought, i think it probably will never be like that. with another click, i step inside the break room and pop open the fridge, wishing the can of soda was something else. something still fizzy, but heavy to the taste and not sweet. something a happy medium like my favorite wine coolers, which only sends me into another dark thought about the man i just left. the man i care too fricken much about. fucking shit.

i knock the back of my middle knuckle against the screen of the kiosk, tapping hard at my numbers before pushing open the door to get back to work. i drop the black file i never actually put in harry’s hand on the last rack of the new little black file rack on my desk. i plop back down onto my chair, hearing a squeak i roll my eyes at. but my ass hardly hits the stiff chair when i hear shouting from far away and then a door slam, and when i think i recognize one of the voices, i fly out of that seat.

almost running, i bolt over to harry’s hallway in time to have the burly pissed old guy nearly charging past me. he gives me a dirty look that immediately reminds me too much of harry’s for some odd reason, before he rounds the corner and stomps away. with a gulp, my feet move again from being still and i carefully tread down to harry’s door. for what feels like the hundredth time, i hesitate when i reach my hand out to wrap around the door, but this time a feeling burns in my gut that i should and that i need to do this.

and with that, i turn the handle slowly even though an urgency pricks at my skin to turn it faster and harder, and everything else. i spot him almost instantaneously. back to me. shoulders taut and then shaking. little sad sounds carrying across the room from him.

i don’t know what to do. my body is rigid, every single fricken part of it. and so when i try to move my legs- hell just a muscle, i can’t. the fear immobilizes me. it restricts me as the pained sounds of what can only be his crying pricks at my ears, like the sharp end of little pins poking your skin, one by one, getting worse and worse. a breath is stuck in my lungs, not going anywhere along with the rest of me. and it only makes this worse, when i didn’t think that was an option.

all of a sudden the sniffles and the hoarse throaty sounds cease altogether, and i see his shoulders twitch. then a hand run through his impeccable curls that were messy for only a second, if that. all of a sudden he turns around and as if the sight of his red rimmed glassy eyes devoid of a care but riddled with emotion weren’t enough to send my mental self crashing to the ground, the look on his face when he sees me standing there with a foot out the door and the other in kills me altogether.

a syllable begins on his tongue i see. maybe my name. it pains me to even think it, but maybe another cry. or something possibly worse if that could happen: the beginning of a yell. the second one returns with a kick as i watch his eyes fill with tears again before he looks away with a knuckle to his eyes.

“i-i’m sorry, i don’t mean to barge in-,” i begin, but it all comes out wrong, and nothing right. it’s a mess, just like me. and well him, too. i don’t know what he’s thinking or doing, as his head is bent down looking at something on his desk, probably just finding something to do to occupy the embarrassment and the awkwardness that is all me. all fucking me. but i can’t blame him. because hell, i wouldn’t know what to do if he found me crying, well again. “harry,” is all that feels right and as i watch him poke his finger at a mini yellow legal pad with his gorgeous scrawling on it, a sob stutters in his throat. and i’m fucking gone.

within a blink or two, i’m standing in front of him. unsure of what to do. reach out, or go away. his adam’s apple bobs with a gulp before he lifts his chin slowly to look at me, and kill me with that defeated drowned look that makes me feel all sorts of horrible. for him. all for him. and because of what the fuck can i do?

but it’s more like what can’t i when i tug on his sleeve to bring him over to me until he’s close enough to wrap my arms around. that’s too late though, because his are already going around me and by the time i get mine around him, his face is bent into my neck with his hot tears melting into it. as he melts into me with throaty sobs leaving his lips.

i don’t know what to do, or what to say for that matter. i don’t even realize i’m doing it, or hell that i’m doing anything when i find my fingers lost in his hair combing through the end of his crazy curls, and drifting down to the long expanse of his back i rub in circles. through the easy silk of his shirt, i feel his taut strong back as it shakes with each hoarse cry and rises with a rattly breath that tickles against my now damp neck. we stand there for the next ten minutes, his head glued to my shoulder and my arms surrounding him and not moving an inch no matter how tired they get. but i hold onto him tight, my neck slick with tears and his breaths loud and hiccupy.

with every hiccupy cry that falls from his lips, my arms wrap around him a little tighter and my hands rub a little harder.

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Dirty Work - Billy Russo - 3

I’m sorry I didn’t get this posted yesterday, but here we are! This will answer some of those questions... and definitely create some new ones, I’m sure!

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"I'm calling about the hit I took out on Billy Russo."

You heard a noise on the other line that sounded like a scoff.

"Yeah, figured you'd call when you heard about the attempt."

You were seething. Whoever this person was, you could almost feel their derision as they spoke to you. Smug and patronizing at the same time.

"I paid ten grand over the fee to have it cancelled. I am no longer contracting the hit, I called it off."

There was a deep chuckle on the other end of the line.

"That's not how it works sweetheart. You paid for a hit, we outsourced it to a merc in the area. We don't have a refund policy."

"I'm not asking for a refund, I'm asking for you to stop. I paid extra for that reason. I made a mistake, I don't want to go through with it."

There it was again, that chuckle. The sound made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Sorry sweetheart, no can do. The merc won't stop until he's done his job. You can tell Russo about the hit and maybe he can go off grid and be safe again. Otherwise…"

The dial tone cut into whatever you were going to say in response. You opened your mouth and felt like screaming, but the knowledge that Billy was asleep in the other room had you rethinking that.

You had met Billy at the bar and two days later, in a fit of alcohol fueled anger and sadness, you had looked into a number your brother had given you a long time ago. It didn't feel like anything to put a hit on a man you didn't know. You even pushed the date out with the intention of making a spectacle of it. Have Billy die on your brother's birthday. It was going to be poetic.

Only you'd fallen for Billy pretty quickly. You thought the contract was canceled since you had paid what you had thought was a generous cancellation fee.

Turns out you had been sorely mistaken.

You knew you should tell Billy that it wasn’t a coincidence, that he was still in danger, but you didn't want to lose him. You couldn't lose him.

You meant it when you said that you would help him. And if you couldn't pay off the merc, you'd have to find a different way to figure it out.

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"You're up early," Billy remarked when he came out of the bedroom.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied as you flipped through the files on your desk. "Hope I didn't wake you. Figured I'd work on some contracts this morning."

Mostly to keep your mind off of the fact that someone was trying to kill Billy and it was your fault.

"I need to head to the police department."

That made you pause. Billy had bent down and picked up the vest he had been wearing last night. You watched as he fingered the bullet impressions.

"Three bullets to the chest on your brother's birthday. I figured it was too much to be a coincidence," he explained as he looked over at you. "I'm sorry I blamed you."

You felt sick to your stomach. Without letting on, you gave him a smile.

"I get it, really. But do you think it was random? Or are you a target?"

He shrugged a shoulder as he dropped the vest onto the coffee table. He moved around to where your desk was stationed and leaned in to kiss you.

"Honestly? I always just assume I'm a target. I'm going to take some precautions for a while, see what I can find. But I want you to be careful too. This person might try to go after the people I care about to get to me."

You nodded and pulled him back in for another kiss, trying to pour all your love into the brief touch.

"Of course. I'll work from home for a few days." It would give you a chance to figure out how to stop this. "Be careful out there Billy. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Probably something drastic. Definitely something dangerous.

"Not going anywhere," he promised with another kiss before he headed off towards the door.

You just hoped he was right.

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The cafe was pretty empty. You drummed your fingers on the vinyl tabletop as you waited for your friend to get there. You’d called him and told him you needed to meet him immediately. He didn’t like being in public, but you knew that he’d make an exception for you.

And you doubted he’d want to have this conversation in the house he shared with his family.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called softly from beside you before David Lieberman lowered himself into the chair across from you, “you look like hell. They serve Irish coffee here?”

After he got some coffee, you crossed your arms onto the top of the table and leaned forward a bit.

“You remember that thing I was thinking about doing last year? That thing you told me not to do?”

He’d told you that it wouldn’t bring your brother back, that it wouldn’t solve anything. He promised that you’d regret it. You didn’t think he knew just how far gone you’d end up over Billy, but he definitely knew you well enough to guess you couldn’t stomach the idea of being the cause of his death.

“Don’t tell me you did it,” he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at your guilty face. “Jesus Christ Y/N. You–”

“He didn’t die,” you said quickly, cutting your eyes to the waitress who was too absorbed in a magazine to be paying the two of you any attention. “He was wearing a vest, thank god, but that’s not why I called you. The problem is that I paid them to cancel the hit and yet it happened anyways.”

“It’s not like a couch delivery Y/N!” He hissed out his next words, low and venomous, “You ordered a hit like most people order a pizza, what did you expect? These guys are murderers, they don’t stop until they succeed.”

Your hands were shaking where they were clasped in your lap.

“I know that now. After the first try, I called the contact and he told me that the mercenary wasn’t going to give up. I didn’t know what else to do so I called you.”

David leaned back in his chair. He picked up his mug and drained about half of it in one gulp, obviously wishing there was something stronger in the cup. Once he put it down, he gave a shake of his head and met your eyes.

“What do you need from me?”

You sighed out in relief, something you hadn’t felt since the moment Billy had stormed into your condo. If anyone could help you figure this out, David could.

“I need some information on these guys. Something that I can use to get this turned around. If something happens to Billy and it’s my fault? I’d never forgive myself.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment immediately. After a moment, he shook his head.

“Why can’t you just tell Billy the truth? That you did this before you knew him and it’s gotten out of hand?”

Because you’d lose him. You knew that if you were honest with Billy, while he’d appreciate the honesty, you’d never have his trust again. He’d hate you for it. You would be an enemy, an obstacle. You’d lose him and you weren’t willing to chance it.

“Okay,” David offered softly, seeing the answer on your face and not requiring you to vocalize it, “okay, I’ll see what I can do. Do you have the number?”

You passed over a folded piece of paper, all of the information you had. It wasn’t much, but David was good at what he did.

“Thank you David,” you said quietly, voice filled with sincerity.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as he looked over the paper, committing it to memory before it dunked it into his coffee cup to get rid of the evidence. “This is going to take time. It’s up to you to keep Billy alive long enough for me to save his life.”

You nodded, steeling yourself for the job you had undertaken. It was going to be difficult, but you would do what you had to.

You couldn’t lose Billy.

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