#i feel like the ugliest stupidest girl in the world ? but that is on them not me …

[wondergirl]

customers are being soooo mean and rude today for no reason :( what is in the air why is it just continuous attacks against my person

[noirflms]

PET NAMES — haikyuu boys

what pet names they call you. or the dear names they use to have your heart racing.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ SAWAMURA DAICHI !

he calls you ‘love’ and in the most softest and sickly sweet voice possible. the word sounds like the call of a siren to you, it gives you butterflies. the name has you giggling and so in love and gosh, he adores that he does that to you. it’s always — how’s my love? . i’m home, my love . thank you so much for everything, love . and it is only him that whispers it to you in the most ugliest and baddest of days that might come in your life. it is only him that ever would call you ‘love.’

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ IWAIZUMI HAJIME !

babe/idiot/sunshine — these are the names he calls you around the house. babe is for when he is annoyed with you, idiot is when he finds the most stupidest things you do adorable and sunshine is when he kisses your huge stupid smile and you giggle music to his ears and he whispers it in your ears. his voice will always be reverberating around the house — babe, not now . this is the most dumbest thing, idiot . i love you, sunshine . and he makes you feel like you own the world for he brings it to your feet.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ TENDOU SATORI !

he often calls you ‘chéri’ but on days he always whispers the name ‘sweetheart’ to you. whenever he is excited he calls you ‘chéri’ his voice enthusiastic and warm, eyes bright and the name would roll of his tongue just like the sweet chocolate he makes. the ‘sweetheart’ is reserved in the bounds of home, where he finally unfolds, tired and soft, eyes lidded with sleep, he whisper it in your ear. i think you’d absolutely love this flavour, mon chéri! . you just know how to make my day , sweetheart . and it has you all putty in love as you pepper kisses all over his face, too in love with him.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ BOKUTO KOUTARO !

the whole world knows what he calls you. it is either ‘sunflower’ / ‘my star’ and at times it is ‘pretty girl/boy’. he screams these names to the world and it would have you laughing to your hearts content when he calls you you as he spikes the ball – this is for you, my star . or when he is too excited about something – isn’t this beautiful, sunflower? . the names have you becoming lovesick, heart only racing for him. but there are days which are gentle – thanks for being mine, pretty girl/boy . and bokuto wonders of you’d ever know how lucky he is to have you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ SUNA RINTAROU !

with a smirk on his face, and eyes like the fox, he calls you these names with the most sultry and velvety voice. ‘princess/prince’ , ‘darling’ – a saccharine smile on his face as he speaks these with ease, calling to you like some emperor. what’s my princess/prince doing? . gosh, darling, i hope you know what you do to me . sometimes it is the mix of the two together – where’s my darling princess/prince going? . and you wonder if he knows of the effect he has you. where you go weak in the knees as you hear his voice.

writing for them makes me so alsbekdnkdndod i love these boys so so much 😭😭😭

© noirflms twenty twenty four ─── all rights reserved . plagiarism is a crime . do not copy . love to everyone <3

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Golden Hand

° Assassin’s Creed Odyssey Imagine °

Chapter 4

Fem! Reader

Central Masterlist | The Golden Hand

You gazed upon the piece of parchment as though it had told you the ugliest truth. Your brows furrowed and wrinkled as your eyes displayed the world’s most intense confusion. 

Just what the hell did Alexios write?!

Allow me to explain, you had woken just a few minutes ago. Your legs sore from yesterday’s horseback riding and your eyes swollen from a night’s crying session. It was only after you had searched all over the house and near fields that you came to the conclusion that your only guide had gone off, most likely either in search of new employment or finishing one. 

You sighed, “Most likely it just says he’ll be back by ---what? Sundown? Yeah, sounds reasonable enough.” You spoke to no one but yourself. 

Situating yourself back onto your bed, you allowed yourself to relax. Leaning your back onto the cold stone wall with your eyes closed, you took a deep breath in. The memories of the day before still fresh in your mind. You could still hear their screams...the pain in that little girl’s voice as she cried out for her parents to come and save her.

“Argh!” You yelled, dragging your hand down your face as you forced yourself to push down the knot that was quickly forming at the back of your throat. 

“Alexios?” You jumped at the sound of a new voice. Peeking through the spaces of your fingers, you caught sight of a familiar young girl standing by the doorway. A small smile playing on her lips as she entered, “Ah! You are the pretty lady from before! Uhh...” You felt the ends of your lip contort upwards into a smile of your own upon hearing the innocent compliment. You quickly added, “(Y/n).” 

“Yes (Y/n) --- wait, you have such a strange name. Are you not from here?” You chuckled, “No, no I am not. And you are Phoibe.” She nodded, “Then where are you from?” Thinking your answer over, you decided that being vague was your best friend, “I am from a land very far away. Now, you are looking for Alexios, no?” Phoibe nodded her head once more, “Yes, have you seen him?” Shifting over so that you sat at the very edge of the bed, you shook your head. A small frown hanging low on your lips, “No, but he did leave this. Are you able to read it?” You grabbed the parchment before handing it over to the brunette. Skimming over it, Phoibe quickly responded with, “Sorry but I can’t read. But it most likely says that he’ll be back soon.”

“Oh. Well, okay then.” A silence bloomed between the two of you. It was somewhat of an awkward sort considering that you had just quite actually met if one were to exclude the events of the day before. It was then that the young child called for your attention once more. 

“You are not familiar with Kephallonia, right?” She asked. An excited look in her eyes. Narrowing your own slightly, you slowly nodded your head, “No I am not...why?” The child grinned.

“Would you like to go on an adventure with me?”

...

“Malakas!” Exclaimed the seasoned warrior in annoyance. The palm of his hand slapping the skin of his forehead as he sighed in exasperation. Arching a single brow, Barnabas leaned closer to his newfound friend and companion. His eyes posing the question his mouth offered to ask.

“What seems to be the matter, Alexios?” The older male inquired.

Sighing once more, the Spartan gazed back upon him, “I have committed the stupidest mistake. I shall be traveling with another and so I had left for them a message on a piece of parchment; however, it has just dawned on me that they most likely do not know how to read the language. What an idiot I am!” Barnabas roared in laughter. His calloused hands coming to grip the cloth on his stomach as he desperately tried to compose himself. All which earned him a mighty stern glare from Alexios himself.

“Do not laugh at me!” The man cried before soon he, too, began to chuckle at his own stupidity.

“Ah, Alexios, I am enjoying this friendship more than I thought I would; however, do tell me of this companion of yours,” Barnabas said, continuing to walk along the path to Sami’s Harbor where the Adrestia was docked.

“There is not much to tell. I had only met them two nights ago.” His words earned him a reaction from the other, “Two nights ago and you decide to sail with them?” “I met you not a minute ago and I am sailing with you.” Alexios retorted, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Barnabas chuckled, “Quite true. Why are you to sail with them, may I ask?” This question, however, was briefly answered with a moment of silence as Alexios pondered how to word his actual answer. Perhaps it was better to avoid the truth for now and only speak partly of it.

“She saved my life, and in return, she asks for me to take her home,” Alexios answered at last.

“Oh? A woman?” Alexios nodded, “Yes. I owe her my life. Although, I know not of the ways to get her home.” The silver-haired probed, “And why’s that?” 

Licking his lips, the misthios gazed upon the nearing vessel that was to be his ship, “Let’s just say, she is quite far from home.”

...

You never would have thought that when Phoibe mentioned an adventure, that the adventure would mean walking all across the main island. Like damn, your feet really hurt. It’s genuinely unbelievable how the people walk miles in literal sandals. Panting heavily, you watched with tired eyes as Phoibe continued to move forth with grand energy. 

“Hurry (Y/n)! I have to finish this adventure so that Markos can give me another!” The scrawny little girl exclaimed, climbing over some well-sized boulders not too far from where you had taken a rest stop.

“If...you’d had informed me that this...adventure was actually just you running...errands---ugh, how I miss my bed.” You cried.

Rolling her eyes, Phoibe jumped off from the large rock and instead jumped onto your figure. Groaning loudly as your body stumbling backward with the additional sudden weight, “Phoibe...!” In the spur of a moment, she turned around and began to run down one of the forks in the path, yelling, “I’ll be back!”

You went to chase after her, shouting out her name in protest for her to come back, but unfortunately, her small body allowed her to be faster. And so, soon enough, her figure fell out of sight and you were, once again, left alone and to your own devices.

How swell.

Taking a moment to calm down the painful drumming of your heart, you groaned as you shifted your weight to your other foot. The feeling of pins and needles digging into the flesh of your foot being too great for you. You seriously needed to rest somewhere. And it had to be NOW.

Quickly moving towards the boulders, you threw yourself onto the one closest to your height, a sigh of pure instant relief escaping past your lips. You stayed there for a moment, slowing down your breathing to a proper pace. You breathed the fresh sea air into the depths of your diaphragm, allowing our blood to enrich itself with precious oxygen before breathing out the remainder. You could feel yourself instantly loosen up. The tension in your shoulder’s soon disappearing away as if they had never been there in the first place. 

It was in this brief moment of peace that your thoughts became muddied with worry and conflict. Yesterday plagued your mind unlike any other memory you stored. It was strange, you know? The fact that you tore yourself apart at the remembrance of how you sent a family to their deaths whilst you bore almost no remorse for the man you helped kill upon your arrival. Was it because you did it in an effort to save someone? Is that why you felt nothing about it? But then again, you didn’t really send that family to their deaths...wait, but by doing nothing, you did. 

Is this really the right time to question your mor-

“Oh my, I must say that such a horrid expression is quite unbefitting of such a beauty much like yourself my dear.” You snapped your gaze up to the face of man you were unfamiliar with. There stood man, much older than you, wearing a look of curious upon his aged features. A gentle smirk sitting about his shaven face as his eyes sparkled with the faintest glint of intrigue. You had to admit, something about him didn’t sit quite as well as you had hoped with you. In your eyes, he was much like a snake. Hidden in the grass and ready to bite.

You smiled bashfully, “Thank you...?” “Elpenor. I hope you do not mind the sudden intrude, it’s just that to see such a lovely creature as yourself with a look so conflicted as that was quite troubling to me. People who have been blessed by the goddess Aphrodite should always bear a fruitful smile.”

...did this motherfucker really just tell you that you would look better with a smile but just in a more eloquent and polite manner? 

Huh.

You huffed at his words, “I wouldn’t go that far but, nonetheless, I thank you for your kind words Elpenor.” He smiled at your humbleness.

“Might I intrude some more and ask for your name?” You smiled, “I don’t see the harm, my name is (Y/n).” You introduced, presenting your hand to shake his own but only to have the male guide the appendage to his lips, which he used to lay a gentle kiss upon the skin of your hand.

Oh. Okay. Right. 

H u h.

“It is a pleasure to have met such divinity,” You could not help the flushing of your cheeks as he continued to compliment you. Not when he spoke them with such apparent truth. His voice honeyed as to deflect any doubt of his true nature, you noted. He continued, “Judging by the weariness in your gaze, I am held to believe that you are quite tired from your travels. Perhaps you would like to accompany me...?” He gestured over to behind him. It was then that you noticed the small carriage that stood not too far, the coachmen looking away from the two of you.

“Oh. Wow. I did not see that...how...” Chuckling amusedly at your surprised expression, he repeated, “How will you answer?” 

Now I know your mother always told you don’t talk to strangers and most importantly don’t get in the car with strangers but you could say the situation was rather different right now. 

Thinking back to your blistering feet, you made your decision instantly. Grabbing his hand, he smiled joyously as he led you to the entrance of the wooden carriage, helping you up the steps before joining you. He sat across from you, the beautiful purple fabric he wore bundling into his lap.

And as the carriage began to move you realized something.

Where the actual fuck am I going?

...

(A/N): Got a sudden spur of inspiration lol. 

Hope you enjoyed!

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and the Beast of New York - Ch. 4

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge in art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

Masterlist

Wherefore Art Thou My Fair Juliet?

“Future Mrs. Rogers, huh?”

Steve looks up from the manifest in his hand with a shy smile. “Well, um,-”

“Save it, punk,” Bucky stopped him. Steve raised a brow at him, trying to read him. Bucky smirked devilishly. “She’s cute.”

“Back off she’s mine,” Steve said playfully, leaning back in his office chair and hooking his leg over the other.

“Sure about that?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, pulling a chair back to take a seat. “I don’t think she really likes you.”

“What would make you say that?”

“Well for starters she called you a dirty, ugly mobster,” Bucky recalled.

“Ain’t she the cutest?” Steve chuckled like a child.

“Steve, that’s not how it works.”

“Okay, so she’s a bit brash,” Steve said sitting up. “Nothing wrong with that. I like that. Think it’s really hot.” Bucky nodded not really knowing how to reply to that. “I really think she likes me, Buck, we really connected at the museum.”

“The museum?”

“Yeah, that’s where I met her first.” Steve informed, “on Saturday.”

“She likes art then?” Bucky asked.

Steve shakes his head with a smile, his thoughts returning to that day. “Not at all. She’s a dunce when it comes to art. But don’t get me wrong she’s really smart. She’s one of those science nerds.”

“How lovely,” Bucky said, resting the side of his face in his hand while leaning on the desk. “What’s her name again? Rosy?”

“No that’s not her real name,” Steve replied. “That’s just what I call her.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “Then what’s her real name?”

A sudden realization comes to him. He sits straight with a blank expression. “I don’t know…”

Bucky’s head dips with a tired sigh. Steve could have been his best friend. He could’ve been the man with over half of New York under his control. He was the most brilliant mind in the business world - legal and illegal. But when it came to the dating scene, he was a total dud. A simpleton. A hopeless romantic and hopeless in all things regarding romance.

“So let me get this straight,” Bucky said with his hands. “You spent an entire morning with this chick. Supposedly had a “connection” with her but you didn’t have the decency to introduce yourself?”

“It was a complicated morning,” Steve retorted. “I didn’t even have my morning coffee.”

“That’s no excuse!” Bucky replied. “No wonder she hates you.”

“She doesn’t hate me.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, whatever you say ugly, dirty mobster.”

Steve huffs with his lips in a frown. “She was just a little freaked out, is all! I mean it’s not every day you witness a violent shakedown. You guys overdid it.” Steve crossed his arms.

Bucky looks at the man incredulously. “You told us to show the kid what a Brooklyn beating looks like.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to go overboard,” he retorted. “You scared the poor girl. There’s just so much a pretty heart like that can take. You dirty ugly mobster. How could you?”

“Oh please forgive me,” Bucky sassed, sinking in his seat.

The two sit in silence for a few minutes. Steve sat with a frown on his face. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn’t he ask for your name? No wonder you thought he was a creep. You probably thought he was just trying to get into your pants.

Steve, you stupid man, can’t you do anything right?!?!

“So what’re you gonna do now?” Bucky breaks the silence.

Steve looks up at him with a sad pout. A light in his brain flips on and his frown turns upside down. “You’re gonna find out who she is.”

“What?” Bucky said, hurling himself forward. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” Steve smiled. “You’re gonna find out who she is and tell me. It’s your new job.”

“That’s not in my contract.” Bucky retorted.

“Yeah, well now it is,” Steve replied, gathering his things. “Take Sam and the kid with ya.”

“Are you nuts?” Bucky roared. “There’s no way we can do that! There’s like a billion girls in the city!” He exclaimed, waving his arms around. “It’ll take years!”

But there’s only one Rosy. Steve thought to himself with a far-off look.

Steve smirks as he gets up. He walks past his friend and opens the door, his keys dangling in his hand. “Then I guess you better get started.”

You walked down the sidewalk, your hair fluttering in the air and clothes clinging to your body with your arms tightly wrapped around the textbook in your hand bracing yourself from the cold winter air.

Your thoughts were stuck in the clouds making you feel out of breath and slightly dizzy. They were thoughts of a certain mobster hottie. They weren’t romantic thoughts per se. More like a mixture of confusion and fear.

Who would’ve thought the harmless freak from the museum would end up being the most dangerous man in the city. But then again, not everything was as it seemed. Your thoughts were wrapped in him. How sweet and sassy he was at the museum and how different he was at the cafe.

His eyes were cold and his aura was intimidating, but quickly switched to flirty and sweet when he saw you. That was what scared you the most.

So absorbed in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the urban decay surrounding you. The decrepit pavement that looked as if it was slammed with a sledgehammer. The once perfect and smooth concrete was now broken into a network of cracks, many of them colonized by weeds.

So wrapped up in the way his eyes twinkled and smile shined, you forgot where you were going or who was around you. People were walking by, heads topped with wool hats and bodies wrapped in uncomfortable layers of flannel and duffel. There was a boy that was walking home with you, who just so happened to notice you weren’t listening to him and he found it very annoying.

“Y/N?” Quentin called. “Y/N? Earth to moron! Y/N!” he shakes his hand in front of your face.

“Huh?”

“You weren’t listening to me,” he frowned.

“I was,” you lied.

“Then what did I say?”

You smiled sheepishly and he rolled his eyes.

“My roommate’s going out of town this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come over? We can order a pizza and study for ochem? Maybe play some Gears?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you agreed with a smile.

Quentin smiles in excitement, his grip on his bag tightening. It’s been a while since the two of you had a study date.

“What’s with you?” he changes the topic. “You’ve been out of it lately.”

“I’m fine,” you murmured.

“No you’re not,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just tired,” you replied. “That’s all.”

“Something tells me it’s not,” he said. “Call it my “best friend since sixth grade” sixth sense.”

You chuckled at him. You’ve known Quentin for a really long time. He was the first person to accept you.

You didn’t have the best school experience. While other girls found sweet love notes in their lockers you found scraps of paper telling you to kill yourself, that you were the ugliest girl in school. No one wanted to be your partner in gym class. No one asked you out to a homecoming dance or invited you to sit with them during lunch.

You were unwanted and alone and learned to accept it. If your own parents didn’t accept you then why would anyone else?

That was until you met Quentin. He asked to sit next to you in science class on his first day and you were speechless when he did. It only got better as the days went by. He sat with you during lunch. He made you laugh in the library until the librarian kicked you out. He made you feel wanted and special.

“Well?” he called you back. “You gonna tell me?”

“It’s nothing,” you assured.

“Y/N,” he doted like a father.

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t quit until you told him. The grip on your book tightens as you shrink into your scarf.

“I met this guy,” you confessed with a light blush.

Quentin chuckles at your cute behavior, but for some reason, it hurts a little. “That’s good.”

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s not good.”

He raises a brow. “Why not?”

“Because he’s bad,” you told him.

He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“He’s bad.”

“Bad in like he’s hot?”

“No!” you replied quickly. Well,…he was hot. “I’m talking about the other kinda bad.”

Quentin chuckles. “I didn’t know you were into bad boys,” he wiggled his brows.

“It’s not like that!”

“Then what is it like?”

“I don’t know…bad,” you reiterated. You didn’t really want to give him the details. He’d only worry, possibly scold you for talking to strangers, and you really didn’t need that right now. “He’s nice just a bit…strange.”

“Want me to kick someone’s ass?” he asked.

You shake your head with a chuckle. “No, not yet. I think I can handle it.”

Quentin frowns a bit, but you didn’t really notice. He didn’t like how vague you were being or how the idea of some guy bothering you was stuck in his head now. But he didn’t show it. You were strong and knew how to take care of yourself. He knew how much you liked your space. But even then, it didn’t stop him from worrying. It didn’t stop him from wishing you’d open just a bit after all these years. He never told you that though. He always had a way of hiding his feelings when it came to you.

Your lips slanted into a downward curve and brows furrowed in concentration. Quentin wraps an arm around your shoulders, shaking you out of your daze. You turn to look at him and he has a wide smile on his face.

“Come on, let’s go get some coffee,” he said.

“I’m broke at the moment,” you reminded him.

“On me then,” he offered, “we gotta get you back down to earth.”

You chuckled following him. He always had a way of making you feel better.

“Man this is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done,” Sam groaned.

“Not as stupid as the time you licked that water pipe in ten-degree weather,” Bucky stated.

“In my defense, I was drunk off my ass.”

“You actually did that,” Peter asked from the back of the car. “Wow, even I’m not that stupid.”

Sam turned around to glare at the boy. Peter melted into the leather seat in fear.

“Why did we bring him with us?”

“Steve said so,“ Bucky answered, lighting up a cigarette.

Sam groaned loudly. "First we get stuck with this horrible job then we gotta drag the kid with us. He’ll just slow us down!"

"I’m faster than you, Grandpa,” Peter sassed making Bucky snort with the stick in his mouth.

“It’s taking every ounce of goodness in me to not beat the crap out of you right now,” Sam told him.

“That’s child abuse and I’ll report you."

Sam faces forwards, murmuring under his breath. "I will not kill the kid. I will not kill the kid."

"Hey, Pete, wanna smoke?” Bucky asked, pointing the box towards him.

“Sure,” he reached out for one.

Bucky smacks him on the back of the head. “Don’t even think about, punk, you’re underage."

"Then why’d you offer?” Peter asked annoyed, rubbing the back of his head.

“I was testing ya,” Bucky replied. “And now that I know, if I catch you smoking I’m kicking your butt. You hear that?"

"Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?"

"Yes sir,” Peter corrected himself. The boy leaned against the car door, peeking out the window watching pedestrians walk by. “Uh, Sir?"

"What is it, kid?” Sam asked.

“If we’re supposed to find some girl shouldn’t we be outside? Why are we sitting in the car?"

It’s quiet for a minute. Peter raises a brow at the two.

"It’s cold outside,” Bucky confessed.  

Peter’s lips parted slightly in shock. Some ruff-n-tuff mobster you are.

“I mean do you really want to go searching for the girl?” Sam asked him. “We’ll just sit around for a while and tell the big guy we can’t find her."

"But that’s not honest!” Peter sits up, squeezing into the small space between them.

Bucky laughs at him. “This is the mob, kid, honesty doesn’t exist around here."

Peter frowns and crosses his arms while sitting back. "It’s still wrong. The boss really likes this girl. Shouldn’t we help?"

"We’ll be helping him by not finding the girl,” Sam informed. “Trust us when we say that the boss’ had his fair share of heartbreak. The last thing he needs is another girl."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s a long story,” Bucky tried to change the topic. “I’ll tell you some other time. But don’t go blabbin’ to the boss that we told you that. Ya hear?"

Peter nodded in curiosity. The mob boss was suffering from heartbreak?

"Holy shit, Buck, it’s her!” Sam exclaimed, pointing out the windshield.

Bucky almost drops his cigarette in surprise. “Oh my god, what do we do?"

"Get out of the car, we can’t lose her!” Sam shouted, opening the door to his side.

“I thought you said we weren’t going to find her."

"She’s right there, Pete, we can’t just let her go,” Bucky said, getting out of the car. “Now get out of the damn car!"

Peter gets out of the car with a groan. These two were beyond confused and now they were getting him confused.

"Now what do we do?” Peter said, feeling stupid by just being next to the two.

“Uhm,” Bucky thought. He pushes Peter in your direction. “Go talk to her.”

“What!? Why me?!” Peter questioned.

“Because…” Sam started. “This is…this is your initiation into the gang."

"Yeah, that’s what this is,” Bucky pointed up. “Now hurry up before she gets away."

"You’re just pulling that out of your ass!” Peter retorted. “I’m not gonna go talk to some girl I’ve never met before. That’s weird."

"Listen, punk, you either do it or you’re dead,” Sam threatened. “I don’t think you’ve seen what a real Brooklyn beating looks like."

Peter gulps. He turns to see you and a boy walking away, slowly fading from his view.

"What’s it gonna be then?"

"Okay, okay, I’ll do it,” Peter assured. He turned on his heel, his steps getting wider to catch up. “Lazy ass mobsters,” he grunted.

“I heard that asshole!"

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A/N: Hi, i tagged everyone from my old taglist as well. hope that isn’t a problem. I’m up to date with chapters prior to deleting so next chapter will be new for the old tagged people. Have a nice day! 

[softjeon]

SOPE + HAPPY PROMPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEY IF YOU MAKE ME SUFFER I WILL PERSONALLY FLY THERE AND THROW A CHAIR AT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— GENRE; fluff | — PAIRING; Yoongi x Hoseok | — DISCLAIMER; none— Wordcount; 1,9k | — written with @cassiavioletblue

Working in an ice cream parlor was fun most of the time. It meant mixing ice cream flavors and wearing a cute, pastel colored uniform. He had a nice job, mostly friendly customers (because who could be grumpy when being faced with ice cream) and he was seeing so many smiles on children’s faces that he felt like he was truly doing something right. Even his boss was nice and when an ice cream flavor was almost empty the employees were allowed to clean out the container (which often still made for one scoop) for free. As Yoongi had a sweet tooth it was absolutely perfect. And he could happily tell people who had pessimistically told him that he would get sick of ice cream and pastel and music and children that he loved his job more each and every day. 

Except maybe on days like this. Some days just had to be an exception. It had stormed the day before and people were busy cleaning up their balconies and gardens or checking their cars - while nature was adamant on trying to surpass itself with more wind and heavy rain and the ugliest blackest clouds Yoongi had ever seen in a spring. Of course ice cream was the last thing on people’s mind right no so for the first time in what felt like forever he was actually alone in the shop.

A scream effectively took him out of his daydreams, when the crashing sound of a trashcan collapsing on the ground made Yoongi turn around, brows furrowed in confusion. For a moment he thought it was only the strong wind, but the scream made him go and see what had been the cause of it. 

“This is the stupidest day of my fucking stupid life. Who in this god damn world slips on a banana? Just tell me one!” Hoseok exclaimed, whining as he accused no one in particular but more likely the universe - which seemed to be against him all day. First, his alarm didn’t ring, then he had been out of coffee and he had to run to take the bus but of course he missed it by a second only to be left standing alone in the rain. So, he did what his only option was: walk. He was drenched, looking like a wet poodle as he tried to make his way through the back alley that lead to the office, when he suddenly had slipped. Luckily enough for him, he didn’t hurt his head, only scraped his hands and elbow but it was enough for Hoseok to just want to lay back down, letting the rain wash all over him and pretend he didn’t exist today. 

Yoongi blinked at the drenched, angry person in front of him that was very obviously not having a very good day. “Uhm, you? You just slipped on a banana?” He answered the other’s question automatically before he realized that the other hadn’t seen him. He had just been talking to himself - and Yoongi had very certainly made his day a little more embarrassing than it already was. Quickly he gave the other an excusatory smile (while also taking a step back, just to be on the safe side.) 

“Do you… need help or something?”

Hoseok startled from the sudden voice that came up and he turned quickly, looking up at the young man that was staring at him in a mixture of amusement and confusion. He sighed, cheeks blushing lightly in embarrassment. Of course someone must have seen him slip. 

It couldn’t get any worse than this.

Looking down at his scraped and dirty hands, Hoseok nodded. “Do you maybe got some plasters or something?” It was just then, when the rain starting pouring down harder. But Hoseok wasn’t moving, already completely drenched.

“In fact, I do.” Yoongi waved him over, motioning for him to come inside. They had the mandatory first aid kit at the shop, but, as it was rarely them getting hurt but rather their small customers coming to them with a little nick on their finger and similar Yoongi made sure to stock up on colorful, child-friendly plasters. He waited until Hoseok sat down at the bar which was better for both of them as he wouldn’t have to dry the whole seating area but only one barstool and Hoseok was only sitting on a small part of his wet pants and then went to get the first aid kit. “Do you want sharks or dinosaurs on your plasters?” He asked politely.

“Sharks,” Hoseok answered in a monotone voice, not really caring about whether if they were green with lilac dots on it or if there were ducks all over. He only cared about the day ending as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to be back in his bed tonight.Yoongi only chuckled at Hoseok’s deadpan and immediate response. Apparently the other was quite desensitized when it came to mild inconveniences.

When Yoongi came back around, Hoseok looked up at him, trying to smile as a ‘thank you’ – but he failed miserably. Instead, he took a look around, noticing the empty seats right away “Not many customers, huh? Or are you already closed?”

Yoongi took out the plasters and some disinfectant and motioned Hoseok to put his hands on the counter, palms up so that he could clean the small wounds on his hands from where Hoseok had tried to catch himself and stop his fall. 

“No, no one’s in the mood for ice cream today. And we don’t close early so it’s all me today.”

“Oh, yeah…it’s an awful day.” Hoseok hissed when Yoongi sprayed the disinfectant on his wounds, but the pain faded away quickly when it got replaced by the other’s gentle touch. Only now, did he really look at the stranger who had took him in, noticing his warm gaze and smile right away. He couldn’t help but smile back, a warmth spreading through him as he let his eyes wander over his soft features.

“Thank you for taking me in. I actually thought about just staying there, you know.” He chuckled, “On the ground and waiting for the day to be over. But I guess in here, where it’s warm feels a lot better.”

“Oh, I didn’t say it was an awful day! I have to admit that it’s a little too stormy for my taste but I like rain and I like sunshine so the weather can’t really ruin my mood. However I didn’t slip on a banana peel so I guess your experience of today is a little different from mine.” He could just barely contain the mirth in his eyes. “You’ll see, you feel even better when I treat you to a free scoop of ice cream. It’s not like I’m going to sell all of it today anyways so if it helps brighten your day it’s worth it.”

“Ice cream?” Hoseok laughed, feeling a shiver ran down his spine just at the thought of the cold creamy substance. “I’m literally an ice block myself right now. Could I switch it for a hot cocoa maybe?” He leaned in with a smile, feeling a lot better already. Somehow the handsome man in front of him just a had a way of pulling at his heart strings that made the day feel a little less weighing on his shoulders. “I’m Hoseok.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hoseok. I’m Yoongi.” He held out his hand but then remembered Hoseok’s shark-plaster covered hands and took it back with an awkward chuckle. “So… right no ice cream then. We don’t really sell hot chocolate this time of the year but if you’re not picky I can get you one of those instant things from the break room. I bet there’s more sugar than cocoa in it … but who am I to judge after offering you ice cream.” He winked at the other with a cheeky grin.

Hoseok’s smile reached his ears, when the other so obviously flirted with him – something he hadn’t done in a while. “If it is as sweet as you then I’ll take it.” The words were out before he could really think about them and Hoseok cringed instantly. “Oh, that sounded better in my head…” He hid his face in the palm of his hands for a moment, before laughing wholeheartedly. “Either way, I’ll take the sweet cocoa please.” He bit his lip, soothing over his plastered covered hand to be doing something.

Yoongi just laughed off his embarrassment. It was nice to get such open, outright attention and it didn’t hurt that the other was right up his alley as well. There were worse places to flirt than in an empty ice cream parlor.  So he hurried when he brought back the first aid kit, returning with two steaming cups, hot chocolate for Hoseok and tea for himself. They settled into an easy conversation after that, one that just flowed naturally. Yoongi didn’t just open up to anyone but with Hoseok it was nice and pleasant and talking - even about private things - felt safe and freeing.

They didn’t care about the time anymore. Hoseok didn’t even look, when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. It was far more interesting to listen to the stories the other was telling him until even his sweater had dried up and his pants weren’t feeling cold and damp. The hot cocoa did help, but Yoongi was the bigger cause of the warmth that he felt. Hoseok told him about the dance projects he did, about the kids he was teaching and how he was dreaming of owning his own dance school, while he let Yoongi show him all kinds of different flavors of ice cream that he’d never tasted before. They were laughing, leaning into each other while holding their stomachs from laughing so much and it felt as if they knew each other for far longer than a day. 

As if they souls were recognizing the other part from another life.

The small blanket that Yoongi had given the other had been meant to warm him up a little before he needed to get out in the cold again - however they had talked for so long that it wasn’t as awful outside any more. They only realized this when the tinkling of the small bell at the door signalized an incoming customer. Yoongi almost flinched because he had totally forgotten that he was still at work. 

“Are you still open yet?” The girl held her banknote tightly in hand and Yoongi quickly sputtered some affirmation. While he served his little customer (Blueberry and white chocolate), Hoseok got up from his set and Yoongi felt the disappointment make his stomach drop as the other walked towards the door, thinking Hoseok would leave. Instead the other just leaned against the glass so that he could better look at the sky, probably checking for any hints of rain clouds when his face broke into a mesmerizing smile.

“Look, Yoongi!” Hoseok waved the other towards him, when the girl ran outside with her ice cream, leaving them to be alone again. “Isn’t that pretty?” He pointed up at the sky, where a rainbow had appeared and the sun was peeking through the grey clouds.  

Yoongi loved rainbows. And yet, his eyes only stayed briefly on the colorful bow in the sky, resting on Hoseok’s face instead who was looking up with so much happiness and glee that Yoongi could have sworn this was the cure for any kind of bad mood. “Yeah, it’s beautiful,” He finally agreed, as his eyes didn’t leave Hoseok’s face. 

He hadn’t felt like his life was missing anything before he had met Hoseok but now he was pretty sure that the other was just what he needed to make it perfect.

[nomorelonelydays]

anon submission

(So like i remember reading a teen wolf/sterek fic years ago, and a zimbits tumblr fic recently, along these lines and your recent sid and adorable children mood made me want to start this as a thing for you????? bee please make it better with your fic magic??????)

When Zhenya first moved to America he spoke exactly seven pieces of english: hello, please, thank you, yes, no, good game, and fuck off.

With only Seryozha and Ksenia around to translate for him, learning english becomes priority number one.

Before he came to Pittsburgh, he thought that hockey would be the biggest part of his life, like it had been back home in Magnitogorsk, but he now realises how hard everything is when he can barely understand every twentieth word his teammates and coaches say to him. He can’t read street signs, or the newspapers Seryozha has delivered to the house every morning, or the labels on foods in the supermarket.

The longer it goes on, the more embarrassed he gets about how slowly he is learning; how much he still struggles to have basic conversations with anyone without it ending with him giving them a shy bring and shrugging trying not to blush. Zhenya isn’t a genius, but he’s always been smart- especially for a hockey player- and the barrier between him and everyone else is frustrating and makes him feel stupid. He should have taken Seryozha’s advice when he was drafted by the Pens and taken English classes while waiting for all of the mess surrounding the lockout and his contract with metallurg to sort out.

He has a tutor come to the Gonchar’s twice a week, homework to go through on other days and on the road, and Ksenia and Seryozha have slow pausing conversations with him over dinner. But it’s not really sticking. English is hard. And learning a new language- let alone one with an entirely new alphabet- is difficult enough without adding in the demanding career of a professional athlete.

Which is how he found himself spending free afternoons in the Gonchar household sitting on the living room floor with three year old Natalie climbing onto his lap to watch children’s programs. Natalie refuses to let him get up until they’ve watched her favourites, and gives him the cutest hurt puppy dog eyes when he makes jokes about the silly characters.

It gave Seryozha and Ksenia some time to themselves, and Zhenya learned English with his adorable new three year old best friend. Their usual programs were Sesame Street, Thomas and Friends, Bear in the Big Blue House, and finally Mr Sid.

The show wasn’t actually called Mr. Sid, but natalie always started bouncing excitedly and clapping her hands when the theme song started, chanting ‘Mr. Sid! Mr. Sid!’ until he came on screen. Mr Sid was Natalie’s favourite person in the world; even more than her mama and papa and new favourite uncle Zhenya. Mr. Sid never failed to make the little girl happy, and Zhenya couldn’t help but agree.

Mr Sid was the most adorable, handsome, sweetest man Zhenya had ever seen. And Zhenya still only understood half the words he said. He spent every episode speaking gently to the audience and kids on his set, smile full of crinkly eyes and dimples, and patiently helping his child guests through the day’s project or game. and he wore the stupidest ugliest oversized sweaters that Zhenya couldn’t decide if he wanted to rip them off him and burn them to save everyone the horror of witnessing them ever again, or cuddle in close to Mr. Sid in them because he looked so soft and warm and cosy.