#i'm glad i didn't listen to it as a teenager because now i can enjoy it without having teen depression flashbacks

[enibly]

just listened to Lorde’s Pure Heroine for the first time

where’s that post about how grown men spend their lifetimes trying to articulate feelings already expressed by teen girls?

[pomeloandtv]

Are you sure we didn't go too big?

We?

I mean "I"

That's right. Who's decision was it to let me pick?

My decision

That's right, you loved the thought of me being unable to turn away from you, out of mind with lust, didn't you?

Yes

And whose idea was it first, to have the augmentation? Mine or yours?

Mine.

And why did you want to do that?

I'd always been interested, but my boobs started to sag after the baby, and then I wanted to do something about it. And I suggested the idea to you. So much changed after the baby...

That's right, but the hypnosis worked for you, the depression passed, didn't it?

Yes

Anyway, so you suggested the boob job first, you wanted this, and you wanted me to pick, so what's the problem?

I'm not sure I wanted this big, they're so heavy...

But now you have an excuse to keep fit, you were never diligent about that before, now you have to keep fit to keep your back strong. So it's good they're heavy, right?

I guess so. But they get in the way...

You love that. You've told me before how hot it can make you feel.

Yeah, but I say that when I'm horny or when I see you notice how big they are. When I'm not horny it can be annoying

Well, it's good that your breasts can make you horny isn't it, so you can enjoy them getting in the way. And remember how your sex drive went away when you were sad after the baby. Isn't it good that it's back, and that you have an extra thing to feel hot about.

It is good that my sex drive is back, but....

And I know you love it when I play with them, I know it must feel great for you, right?

It feels so good

Like now?

Mmmmmm, yeeeaaahhh, mmm

OK, now take that top off, because what I've noticed is how your eyes roll back in your head when I slap them, see?

Nnnnggggggg, oooohhhhh

And I know you love how I describe how fake they are. See how they don't even move like real breasts?

Unnnhhhhh

Like big heavy lumps, the shape of the implant distorting, but still there, real breasts would flow like the sea, but look at these "things" bouncing off each other.

Hnnngg

It gets you so wet to hear me describe you like an object, doesn't it

oh god, yes, but wait, uhhh, please?

Yes?

I, uh, I it always goes like this, recently anyway, I get up the courage to talk to you about something and you make me horny and I can't think and then you just decide, I never win anymore, I dunno, since the hypnosis ...

Hold that thought. *clicks fingers*. Ok good. You know how much worse things were during your depression. The hypnosis cured it. Things are different now, but they're better. I'll reinforce that chain of thought for you later, but for now, you were complaining about your big sexy boobs. Wake.

... um? ....

Go on?

Uhhh. Um, I was talking about my big *squeezing* sexy boobs? uhhh, yeah

Complaining, you were complaining about them

Yeah, uh my friends, my sisters, some of them are surprised with how big I went, shocked even. Diane and Bobby want to host a barbecue pool party next month. Diane made me promise I wouldn't wear a bikini. A one piece, high collar at most, she said

Really?

She, uh, she didn't say it, but I think she thinks they're obscene, and her boys, well they're teenagers now...

She thinks *you're* obscene? Your friend does?

Well, not me, my breasts.

Can you go to the party without these *slap* melons?

No

Some friend.

But, everyone was shocked. You told me to lie and tell everyone I was going for a "small D", and then afterwards tell them I got up the courage to ask for what I really wanted at the last minute.

But you know how hot I found that, you did that for me, remember. Are you regretting it?

No, um no, I'm glad. I remember, the month after I healed, we visited everyone, how, much you loved how shocked everyone was, and, yeah it is hot, they never imagined I would do that. I loved it too.

So what's the problem? Why are we talking about this? Do you love your breasts or not?

This isn't going the way I hoped. There's other stuff too?

I'm listening

People just stare all the time, strangers, I, sometimes it is annoying.

Sometimes? Remember before the surgery when we spent the week away, and you wore the inserts the whole time?

Yes

You loved how everyone stared.

Yes, but that was a holiday, holidays feel easier, always. Its a different mood to real life. And you were always there, and seeing you be proud, showing me off, you're not always there.

And remember last week in Ikea?

Yes

You specifically said to me was how much you loved "being the yummy mummy with the loud heels and the huge rack"

I know, I did, I do.

And remember what I said to you?

You said everyone who wants to look at my tits knows where to find me, they just need to follow the sound of my heels

And then?

And we were in a little mock kitchen and you put your hand down my jeans and fingered me and showed me how wet your finger was *giggles, squeezing boobs*

You love your huge tits

Yeah, I do, but it's still sometimes annoying, when you're not there. People aren't listening to me, or are being too nice...

You've been hot all your life, you're used to people being too nice

Yes, but now, with big boobs they're even nicer. I used to have an idea which people were genuine and which were just being nice because I was hot, but now it is impossible to tell, even people who act uninterested, I'm thinking are they over compensating because of my huge boobs?.

Ok, you're right, before some people were only being nice because of your looks and now even more will be nice because of your looks and boobs. But this is good too

How?

Before, there were times when you could believe one particular person was being sincere. But there was always a chance you would be wrong and trust someone you shouldn't. Now that everyone is being even nicer it is harder for you to distinguish fact from fiction, and you know this, and this means you won't make the mistake to trust someone who you shouldn't

That means I should always assume everyone is treating me different because of my boobs? Is that good?

It means you won't be hurt. *kneading boobs again*. Even when people are disinterested, you should always assume they are over compensating for the effect of your boobs. I'll work on that idea later

What do you mean "work on it later?"

Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You're complaining about your boobs, worried about people being too nice. But you feel like you've lost the argument. None of your points felt as substantive outside your head as inside. You feel so stupid. My arguments always seem so strong and obvious and logical. And now you worry that you are annoying me or boring me. If there is any different argument you haven't said yet, try now so you don't have to start this conversation again later, but you definitely would love to mollify any annoyance I have by getting me to squeeze your boobs again. Wake

I dunno, sometimes they're too much, people are so weird, not trusting anyone, I dunno. I ... it's fine, I, uh, I just needed to vent, I do love them so much, I'm glad you got them. I, one thing, I worry about the effect it might have on our son. Or if we have a daughter. Like, if they're Mom has these enormous fake breasts, and is nearly always showing off cleavage... is that a problem? Am I hurting them?

That's a stupid thing to say

Wha , stupid, I...what, why would you....??

Listen to me

...

Do you want your children to have a mother who hides who they are, who tries to be a person they are not, who lives a life oppressing herself? Who lives by other peoples standards and not her own? Is that the kind of influence you want to be to them?

No, but, I ... I didn't used to be like this though, things have changed

But you've already told me several times you love it, were you lying?

No! I mean, I ... I'm sorry baby, I'm just feeling funny. I do love everything. I don't want to be a bad influence to our son, you'll see. And you're right. Thank you for explaining it to me, I feel better now.

Cheered up?

Yeah *brave smile*

*big squeeze* You like them huge don't you?

Uhhh, *giggle* yap.

You love being huge for me

*under her breath* I looooooove it

And you know how much I love it that people we don't know who live around here, they all recognise you as the mom with the huge fakes. You make me very happy.

yayyyyyyy!

Ok, here, take care of this

Mmmm, I love how hard you are!

*said between squeezing and sucking and biting her tits* You do that to me, your tits do that to me. It's your fault.

I love that I do that to you! Making you so hard so often makes me feel so good!

I know it does, and it makes me happy that you find meaning being my slut

*giggling* yeah, I'm a slut for you. Just tell me what I need to do for you, to be exactly what you need, to make me feel this good, I'll do it

Ha! You'd change for me again, wouldn't you slut?

Uh, wait...

Shhh, lay back so I can absolutely annihilate you

~~~ LATER ~~~

Um, earlier in bed, I, uh, when I said I would change, I meant like, hair or clothes or something, but I don't know if you meant that though

Hold that thought *clicks fingers* You want to ask about what I said about changing, but you already tried to ask me one thing today, and it didn't go well, all your arguments went nowhere. You feel so stupid and weak, better not say anything and feel stupid and weak again. Ask me about your friend Diane. Wake.

Um, uh. Where? Oh, so Diane, um I wanted to talk about her, sometimes I'm so stupid, what did I want to say?

Was it about the barbecue, the bikini.

I don't know. Maybe?

Listen, if she is your friend, she should accept you how you are. If she doesn't want to invite your tits to the party, then she doesn't want to invite you. Talk to her about it. If she can't see reason here, you should think hard about your friendship with her.

But I've known her since middle school!

And I expect she will see sense, but sometimes people change, and if she is no longer someone who supports their friends, I'm not saying ditch her immediately, but you do need to examine your friendship with her. You survived post-natal depression, we, as a family, survived it. You don't need toxic, controlling people in your life, telling you what to do. Do you?

I guess not

And you can always talk to me, you know that, right?

Yes, I know

[smileymoth]

@pikslasrce tagged me to post my top albums from this year :))

senses fail - still searching // armor for sleep - what to do when you are dead // senses fail -let it enfold you hollywood undead - hotel kalifornia // boysnightout - make yourself sick // wilbur soot - your city gave me asthma alesana - the emptiness // bedwetters - meet the f@cking bedwetters // bring me the horizon - sempiternal

do not ask me how many times i've listened to these 9 albums idon't even know myself. it's way too much though. i couldn't put all 4 boysnightout albums here so i just stayed at 1 and put it in the very middle because they altered my brain chemistry <33

senses fail gets 2 albums because i didnt spend weeks only listening to those 2 albums for no reason... their lyrics mean sm to me i want to illustrate the albums or songs one day. this goes for both senses fail and boysnightout btw. AND armor for sleep. there's something about that specific album. i realised i really enjoy albums that tell a story. and the fact that i like themes of angst love blood betrayal etc etc is no surprise either. car underwater got played way too many times

i discovered bedwetters thanks to eurovision, they were one of the options for estonia and i ofc found their old and only album (they released a new one a few weeks ago tho) (i dont know why they have 2 spotify accounts. im not asking). i even got to see them live bc they gave a free concert during summer <33333333 i got a picture with the band too !!!!! so cool

the new hollywood undead album got me back into them so im back to being obsessed. i love my silly california guys :3 i've been keeping up with them since and i desperately need to draw them again, this time without their masks!!!! im very glad that i found alesana to be sooo palatable this year because ive tried to listen to them before when i was a teenager and it just... didn't click, even if i tired. so yeah i get to fix that mistake now.

in spring i had a moment where i listened to sempiternal on repeat on the cd player for multiple days straight and in the past month i've, again, been listening to bmth and specifically sempiternal again so it gets a special place, too.

wilbur is just there because i had jubilee line stuck in my head so so so so much and also it's the best study music ever. also wilbur why is i'm sorry boris so silent. i can barely hear it it makes me angry so i always skip it. and then bc its the end of the album it gives me some lmanburg flag cover-art song that i don't like

anyway here's a special mention to these 3 albums because 1) greeley estates - caveat emptor, i just discovered it this week and i am in love. also greeley estates has been in my radar for quite some time now and i find the singers voice to be very pleasant and interesting? the tone does sth for me 2) brand new - deja entendu, for being stuck in my head for a good week because the tommy gun song wouldn't leave my head since it came on shuffle from my saved mp3 list when net was down 3) just surrender - if these streets could talk, because again i was obsessing over this for like a good week before i forgot about it. good album. not available in serbia tho for some reason

can you tell i love talking about music that i like. i know nothing about music it just makes me happy. :)

anyway i am tagging uhhhh @varteeny1234 and @complicatedsurgery and uhhh @cactusringed and uhhhh anyone else who wants + i'm not gona tag you, sly, because you only listen to alex g anyway <3

[tryslora]

What I'm reading Wednesday...

This is a two week report since I never managed to get one done last week...

Ebooks:

I'm still working my way through the light novels of The Apothecary Diaries. I finished books 9 & 10 and am currently almost done with book 11. After that I get a break until book 12 comes out later this summer, I think it is.

I've had a bit of a struggle with book 11 because some of the politics and characters were triggering my anxiety. But I'm enjoying watching things that were set up a few books ago come due now. It's much less the Jinshi and Maomao show at the moment, which is good and bad, depending on what you want from the storylines. I do find myself missing the court because we've been in the western region for a few books now.

Physical books:

I finished up my Goodreads giveaway of The Getaway List by Emma Lord. It was an enjoyable het YA romance. I liked the characters, I liked the focus on the friendships as much as the romances, I liked that communication was emphasized as the story went on.

I picked up Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall as my next book. Alexis Hall always writes some truly annoying characters that I somehow end up liking anyway. I enjoy how quickly they read, and I'm having fun with this so far, even though it's barely started.

Audiobooks:​

I finished up The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling. It was good and "readable" but not hugely memorable. I did enjoy that it dug into what it meant to be trapped with the brain chemicals of a teenager while becoming a vampire. I didn't hate reading it, but I'm kind of glad I didn't buy it?

I started Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler next, but haven't gotten very far into it because I was interrupted by a hold. I've reached the point where the MC's two storylines diverge, and when I return to it, I'm hoping I can keep the two storylines straight while listening!

My hold for He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan came available, and I didn't want to push it off again so I grabbed it and started listening. It took me a bit to find my place in the world again--so many names and places and I have a terrible memory for those things. But I'm enjoying it just as much as I enjoyed the first, and I love the way it's moving through the story. I'm not quite halfway done, and am very anxious to see how things turn out.

Manga:​

I received my copy of I Want to be a Wall, Volume 3 by Honami Shirono, and I kind of dropped everything to read it. This was the final book in this series, and in my opinion, it nailed the ending. It delved into conversations about relationships that felt necessary, and took a look at all the different ways people relate to each other. It made me happy to read it.

[nouies]

Hellooooo from your Secret Santa🎄🧑🏻‍🎄🤍:

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you, because I didn't! <3 Here I am💕💕

Don't worry, I'm enjoying these messages a lot! They're not stressful at all and I'm loving writing to you<3

I'm really glad to read that you had a good day yesterday! Do you teach kids or teenagers? And to answer your questions, I do not like football; my family wasn't a big football fan growing up so I was never interested on it. I love fics, the whole reason I kept my sanity during lockdown was because of fics. Naps? My #1 true passion. I love sleeping and I love long naps with my dog next to me<3

I had a very easy day yesterday, no work for me so that means no stress at all and I was reall thankful for that, Today in the other hand, was a little bit stressful, my boss and I are getting a lot of fights lately but nothing too serious, I just think it's a rough patch between me and her. We'll get throught it. How was your day? Hopefully you had a beautiful morning and now you're having a happy evenning!<3

The number we coincide on it's 13, for some reason or another it has always been present in my life! I do think we will get along really well once you discover who I am<33 Maybe we are in the same hemisphere, maybe not, who knows?👀👀

I'm an introvert just like you, it's hard for me to be out of my comfort zone but once I feel good in it, there's no one who'll shut my mouth, lmao. Cats are beautiful! I only know so little of them because I've never been so close to one:( But I think they're amazing and cuddly <333 Love 4 non blodes!! It's my mama's favorite band and I also grow up listening to "whats up?" omg, now I'm thinking if we have the same age mmm. As a favorite song, I don't think I have one because I love music too much that's difficult to choose one. But I'll tell you the first song I ever learn how to sing was "My happy ending" by Avril Lavigne, that song was my anthem when I was 8 years old, I think.

Wel well, it's getting really interesting to know more about you! I hope you don't think I'm a creep for asking so many questions hahaha soooo for today I would like to know if you do like and enjoy christmas? and tell me a memorie that makes you really happy everytime you think of it. I'll be waiting to read it <33

Another long message just for youuuuuu<33 I feel this was a listless one, I'm not on right set of mind because I'm sleepy hahhaa I've been up since 4am so sorry :( but tomorrow you'll get a better message. I promise! But still, I really hope you enjoyed this message<333

Sending you big and long hugssss wherever you are xx

hello lovely! so glad to hear from you!

i’m sorry you didn’t have a good day today and i hope everything gets better between you and your boss. i know what it’s like to have a difficult relationship at work, so i can only pray for it to not take a toll on you.

abt my job, i teach teenagers! that’s why it can get a bit stressful at times but i tried to understand them bc i was a teenager once as well lol. what kind of fics do you like? i feel like my taste has changed the last couple of years, and maybe the lockdown had something to do with it bc i tried to read as much as i could. and i take naps with my cat! although he takes his own whenever he wants and only joins me when he feels really needy :D

i already like you! i feel you’re very similar to me bc of what you told me abt you being an introvert. it looks like we both like to talk a lot once i feel confident enough. i’ve got the feeling you’re younger than me but still a 90s baby? i’m 30 (my biggest flex is that i get to be louis’s age for half a year and then zayn’s for the other half).

i don’t mind your questions at all! i appreciate them a lot and they’re fun to answer :D i like christmas but i don’t celebrate it as i used to when i was younger. this is gonna sound super cliché but my best memories of christmas were when i still had my mum, and when my youngest nephew was born. nowadays i celebrate louis’s birthday more than anything hehe. do you like christmas though? how do you celebrate it?

thanks for your lovely message and your kind words! i hope you get to rest tonight after a long day! sending love and hugs your way! <333

[mapofshay]

Midnight Thoughts

I've been thinking about my collection a lot recently. Nothing bad, I'm actually really proud of my collection and I really like it as much as I did when I had a small collection that only fit on the shelf of my desk. I think it's because the collecting community changed a lot during the pandemic, and now I am preparing for the next chapter in my life after graduation.

When I got into kpop during high school it was just for the music and performances. SHINee was the first kpop group I ever listened to and I listened to them consistently back then. Teenage me loved SHINee, DBSK, JYJ, Girl's Generation, and 2NE1. I didn't have a job, and my parents would never buy me concert tickets or merch, but it didn't bother me that much back then. They didn't even let me decorate my room. I bought my first kpop album in 2013 when I was a freshman in college. It was WWW by Jaejoong. I felt so accomplished. I hung his poster in my closet and made my own little kpop room. I shared a room and apartment with another girl, and we decided to decorate our apartment together and decorate our closets with more of a personal touch (our closets were pretty big).

Although BTS debuted in 2013, I wasn't that into them. Back then I listened to EXO, BAP, and Block B. It was the summer of 2014 where BTS peaked my intrest. Long story short I really wanted to see them live, and I was ready to go all the way to Korea to make it happen. This was something I never felt before with any of the other kpop groups I listened to. However I had no passport, I was a college student with a rigorous major and had other things to fufill for my scholarship. I think that's why I turned to collecting. It is like cementing memories into physical merch. I could not afford to take a break to see HYYH on stage or Epilogue on stage, but I could afford a few merch, and I could afford a few albums and photobooks. I officially started collecting BTS in 2015 when HYYH pt. 2 came out. I started with albums and DVDs, gradually expanding that as the years went on. I am glad I started collecting BTS when I did. It allowed me to slowly get the hang of finding reputable sellers and patience. My first BTS DVD was Memories of 2014. Back then it cost $50 (including shipping), now it's over $300 for a used copy. My advice for new collectors is not to second guess getting new releases especially for fairly new groups from small companies. They might never come back in-stock. If it works in your budget get it. Another piece of advice I have is to know what type of collector you are. From day one my main priority is BTS albums and concert/memories DVDs. Everything else is extra that I either use (like bags, concert merch or season greetings) or I collect on a whim (like magazines, photobooks and photocards). Make sure your collecting method is sustainable. If it is not, then it will become like a chore and an extra stress in your life. Many collectors get frustrated and end up quitting. As someone who has bought kpop merch since 2013, all I can say is go at your own pace and enjoy the journey.

[righteousness-and-tea]

Hello there, may I request kyoko and mukuro x fem reader (separate) where the reader is mid conversation with them and accidentally confessed and is confused why they are all red and flustered but then reader realizes what she said and it's her turn to become really flustered like she shuts down from embarrassment and at the end they accept the confession. (Feel free to ignore if it's too specific)

I can do that! I wrote this in a fanfic style because I figured it would work better than a headcanon format. Please enjoy and have a lovely day!

-Mod Celeste

Accidental Confession: Kyoko Kirigiri and Mukuro Ikusaba x fem!reader (separate):

Kyoko:

The two of you were in the library, relaxing like any other day after class. Kyoko was skimming a book with a bored expression when you returned from the check-out.

"What have you grabbed this time, y/n? Another mystery novel for me to solve?" She turned her attention to you.

"Ah, not this time. It's a romance between a private investigator and his client. They bond over a tough case, apparently." You enjoyed reading well enough, but this book really caught your eye.

"I see. Not very realistic, of course. A professional would never let themselves get involved with a client." Kyoko was always the rational type, even in fiction.

You laughed nervously. "Haha, yeah. I guess it would be more natural if they started out as friends, like you and I--" Wait, what? Kyoko looked puzzled, and then a bit flustered. That's when it hit you. You had implied that the two of you could end up together! You immediately blushed, turning bright crimson in her wake. This was devastating, how could you ever possibly recover?

"Um, not that I'd be your girlfriend or anything! I'd never assume that our friendship would evolve into... ah, I should stop talking before it gets worse!" You were ready to melt into the floor. Each word more damning than the last, you felt sudden death approaching.

And yet, Kyoko still smiled. A light laugh escaped her lips before she continued: "You are right, you know. It would be more natural that way. Also, I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend at all." Classic Kirigiri, not one to mince her words.

"Oh, okay. Well... I'm glad." You felt a rush of relief as she spoke. With the two of you still feeling warmth in your cheeks, you laughed at the silly circumstances. She offered you her hand moments later.

"Let's get some dinner then, shall we?"

Mukuro:

It was your lunch period, and Mukuro accompanied you to the track so the two of you could walk and chat for a bit.

Well, you did most of the talking-- Mukuro preferred listening herself, but it was fun regardless. Today, you had an interesting story for her.

"So, Leon asked this girl in the reserve course out... and it did not go very well. He sang her a song, and she hated it!" As a key eyewitness, you could feel the secondhand embarrassment.

"Jeez. That must've been really awkward for both people," Mukuro replied. Unlike her sister, she didn't live for drama. She just went about her day, almost like a shadow in the halls.

You two continued your walk. "Yep, it was super uncomfortable. I mean, if you're going to ask someone out you shouldn't be in front of lots of people! Being alone-- like right here, actually, would be perfect, wouldn't it?" Mukuro, who usually had a stern expression, was noticeably red!

"Uh, I guess so?" She seemed at a loss for words. The Ultimate Soldier had never looked more like a regular teenage girl than in that moment.

Your brain took a bit to process the exchange. Once it registered, you immediately regretted what you had just said. I mean, it totally came off as if you were gonna ask her out! And now you're both panicked! "No no, not that I'm doing that right now--"

"It... would be fine if you did, honestly." She was quiet, eyes averted. You had always seen Mukuro as a strong and uncaring personality, but here? She was just like you. A girl with a wavering heart. "I'd be your girlfriend, just so you know."

Your heart leapt with glee. After a laugh at your own social awkwardness, she grabbed your hand. It was the beginning of a lovely relationship.

[chaeryybomb]

BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while. 

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki 

word count: 4.5k 

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

[katesbridgerton]

About prompts: some aftereffects of hypothermia and (over)protective Carlos and firefam?

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for sending the prompt. Is this good? Probably not. Is it super cute? YES!

I googled aftereffects of hyportemia and all I found was what we already saw on the show, so I took a different road. I hope you enjoy. ❄

Tyler feels cold. Ridiculously cold. He picks the thermometer and checks his temperature, only to find out it's normal. Deep down, he wishes it wasn't. He wishes he was physically sick. It's another panic attack striking. He starts shaking, and has to sit down to take deep breaths. Inhale 4 seconds, hold for 4 seconds and exhale for 6 seconds. He needs-

"Are you alright?" Paul asks, touching his shoulder, but he's too paralysed to answer. Paralysed to do anything. He wants Carlos. "TK, what can I do to help you?"

"Carlos," he murmurs quietly. 

He can't bother Carlos at work, especially now that he's studying to become a detective. He can't be a problem to Carlos. Not again. But Carlos is all he wants right now. He needs to listen to Carlos's heartbeats while being held by him. He feels Marjan putting a blanket around his shoulders, TK smiles and thanks her; a few minutes later Mateo brings him a cup of chamomile tea. 

Nancy sits next to him, starts a conversation about a new TV show they both started at the same time to distract him.

Tommy, Judd and his father are not at the firehouse. It's not a problem, though. He feels loved by his 126 family and little by little, they help him calm down. 

The end of their shift doesn't have any action, and as much as he loves his job, he's glad when it's over. He can't wait to go home. He changes into his civilian clothes, after a shower, and walks outside. If he's lucky enough Paul will be around and give him a lift home.

"Hello," Carlos says, with a big smile on his lips. He's leaning against his car. TK stops for a second to admire the view. "Ty?"

Ty. 

Carlos is the only one who calls him like that, always when they're alone, of course. It's his special nickname because everyone else calls him TK, and they wanted something of their own.

"Tyler?" he sounds more worried now, and TK forgets whatever he was meant to pretend that didn't happen, he walks towards his boyfriend and hides his face on Carlos's shirt while hugging him.

Carlos doesn't hesitate and hugs him back, giving a gentle kiss on his hair. 

"'m sorry," TK says.

"For what?"

"Everything,"  TK looks at him. "Everything," he kisses Carlos; for a moment they stay there, in front of the firehouse, just kissing each other like two teenagers after their first kiss who can't believe the situation is happening.

"Even for not calling today when you needed help?" Carlos asks.

"Who told you? And I had help, I needed you. But I didn't want to, um, can we talk about this over dinner?"

"You're not running away from this conversation," Carlos makes sure to let him know in a tone that makes TK's knees go weak.

"Baby," he cups Carlos's face. "I'm never running away from you again. You're going to have to put up with me for the rest of your life."

"Is this a proposal?" Carlos smirks.

"Not yet. When I propose to you, it’s going to be epic. Not here in the middle of the street," he kisses Carlos one more time.

xxx

It's cold, but this time he's drowning in a freezing lake and he knows he's going to die. He's going to die without telling Carlos how he truly feels. He can't die. Not now. Not before Carlos knows that he was scared, that he is aware that he doesn't deserve his forgiveness or him at all, but that he loves him more than anything.

He wakes up startled. Carlos is one step ahead, as usual, turning the lamp next to his side of the bed on, then moving his hand to rub TK's back.

TK doesn't even give his boyfriend time to ask anything. He starts talking nonstop.

"I love you. I know I don't deserve you. But I really love you. And you love me back. It’s terrifying. It's terrifying that someone like you would settle for someone like me. Are you crazy? I don't know."

"Ty," Carlos starts in a calming tone, but TK interrupts him.

"I hate you," for knowing me so well.

TK hugs him, making him fall in the bed. He rests his head on Carlos's chest, focusing on the older man's heartbeats. Carlos embraces him and oh, it's perfect.

"You can call or wake me up when you need me, you know?"

"When I want you too?" 

Carlos chuckles.

"When you want me too. Even if I can't get to you, we can talk."

"'kay, thank you. I love you."

"Thank you for telling me about the panic attacks," he says, caressing TK's hair. "And for agreeing to see a therapist. I've been seeing one since the fire. I promise that it really helps."

"I've done therapy before. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped. And I told you, no more running away," he smiles. "It was cold before, but now with you holding me it's warm."

"This is honestly the cheesiest thing I have ever heard. Also very obvious, if it's cold and someone hugs you-"

TK knows what he's doing, Carlos is trying to make him laugh, and it works every time. TK looks at him, laughing.

"Are you okay?" 

Carlos asks, he's still concerned, but he's also confident that what he is doing is helping. He should be, it really is. It always does. TK can't forgive himself for leaving even though Carlos already did that.

"With you by my side? More than okay. That was also super cheesy, I know."

Carlos smiles.

"The next line is going to be worse."

"Do you read minds now?" TK raises an eyebrow.

"Together?" Carlos challenges him.

"Fine. 1, 2, 3."

"Carlos, I do want you 24/7," they both say at the same time. "You're adorable," Carlos laughs when TK blushes.

"I'm going to sleep," TK rests his head on Carlos's chest again, this time he moves his entire body so he's on top of Carlos.

"On top of me?"

"Learn to deal with your choices, Carlos."

Because you're mine and I'm not letting you go.

[animationmovieshipps]

Always and Forever

Chapter 7:

"Why did you follow me? Don't you understand what I'm trying to do? prevent something terrible from happening!" Your mother said, getting nervous just thinking about her and you alone with each other and without anyone's supervision. She would do anything to stop it.

"You could at least listen to me, I told you that with a hot head and by force we won't get anything, but no, you have to play deaf to everyone who talks to you but yourself." Your father retorted.

"Díos mio, if regret could kill I would be dead and buried long ago." She lamented, thinking that if I had forbidden you to being friends with Luisa, none of what was happening at that moment would've happened.

Manuel gave a weary sigh, knowing his wife would never settle down until she got what she wanted. Even with all her faults, he truly loved Consuelo since the day they fell in love just before they were married. So he would help her as much as possible to end her distress.

"Look, for today let's just go home and tomorrow, I'll talk to her." He said, causing a hopeful glean to come into his wife's eyes. "But just me, you'll stay home while I talk and work things out with our daughter, okay?"

Your mother happily agreed to his terms, but not long afterward, her mind reasoned again.

You had never behaved like that before being influenced by the young woman, who was so adored by her mother when she was younger and pure, but who now had all her hatred for being slowly corrupting one of the people she loved most.

Maybe she just needed to nip it in the bud. If it was to protect you, that's what she would do.

Meanwhile...

"Mi amor, I think we'd better go before the stores close." Luisa said, interrupting the dialogue between Dolores and you.

"And where are you two going? You've just arrived." Tío Felix asked.

"Did you forget, pa? They're going to buy the furniture for her new house." Dolores calmly explained to her father.

"Oh, and talking of it." You watched Luisa's grandmother put a hand into one of her dress' pockets and took out a key ring with 4 small keys.

Already knowing what it was about, you held yourself back from screaming with enthusiasm. You were about to receive the keys to your own home.

"The blue house next to the Gutierrez's house, is all yours." She told you as she handed the keys into your hands with a sincere smile on her face.

Being so happy, you went up to her and gave her a hug as a thank you. After being surprised at first, Abuela smiled again and hugged you back.

"Enjoy your freedom and independence. Be happy, pajarito." She murmured in a sweet, calm voice, touching you for calling you by your childhood affectionate nickname.

"I will, thank you so much." You replied, taking her hands in yours.

You had gotten that job at the stationery store when you turned 17, getting it thanks to your best friend and girlfriend now, who recommended you to Claudia, who was a good friend of her mother.

You had been working there for almost a year and since you were living with your parents, you didn't lack anything that was extremely necessary to have, so you had good money that you kept in a box under your bed, which you didn't forget to take it with you when you leave home.

You decided that you wouldn't spend it for nothing if something important happened in the future. In that moment, you were never so glad you weren't a reckless teenager like others your age.

Fortunately, the furniture wasn't as expensive as two outsiders who came to live in Encanto said they were in the city outside.

You wondered and were curious about what it would be like to live outside, but with so many complaints the foreign couple brought up, you decided you were content living there, especially because the woman you love could never leave.

As people said, "When you're with someone you love, you're home."

You didn't buy much, just the basics of what you should have in a house to move soon and only then, buy the rest.

"Can you believe it? Tomorrow I'm moving into my own house!" You squeaked with excitement, bouncing on the mattress when your girlfriend and you went to bed.

"Actually, I'm not that excited about it as you are." Luisa said, pouting and being adorable. "I was so enjoying sleeping here in the same room as you."

You smiled at her and moved closer, resting your head on her chest and snuggling into her body, as you felt her arm wrap around your back.

"I'll miss spending the nights with you too. But that doesn't mean you can't visit me and sleep there with me from time to time." You answered. "Besides, who knows, I might come back to live here permanently after we get married?"

As soon as you said that, Luisa looked at you totally surprised, making your heart melt.

"Do you really think we...?"

"Everything has its time, mi vida." You murmured, gently running the tips of two of your fingers over her beautiful lips, that, as usual, looked as kissable as never. "It's still a little early to think about it, but when the time is right, we'll know and I'm sure it's gonna be a dream come true."

"Gosh cachito de paraíso, just kiss me now!" She requested, bringing her face closer to yours. You chuckled at her needy tone.

Feeling a little bolder that day, you got up and sat on her lap. Luisa was surprised again by your actions, but the expression on her face soon changed.

A mischievous look came into her eyes as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, making you feel a blush spread across your cheeks and your heart pound inside your chest. Even a little embarrassed, you leaned over and pressed your lips against hers, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and using your hands to stroke her back. 

She kissed you back, trying to keep up with the intense passionate rhythm of your mouth as one of her hands rested on your back and the other cupped the back of your head.

That was definitely the best part of the end of your day, spending the rest of your night with the most beautiful and wonderful woman you had ever met in your life.

Suddenly, after some time had passed as you showed your love for each other, you were startled when her hands grabbed you and placed you back on her side.

You couldn't help but be confused, whenever the two of you were together, you couldn't let go and she just threw you aside like that. But knowing Luisa as you did, you knew she had good reason.

"Galletita, what happened? Did I do something wrong?" You asked in a worried tone of voice as you placed your hand on one of her shoulders.

"No cielito, you're actually improving a lot." She replied, winking at you.

You smiled and looked away shyly, while blushing at the compliment.

"The problem is, if I kept kissing you, I wouldn't be able to stop, I just love you so much I couldn't hold back. I want to respect you until the right time." She muttered in a softly tone of voice, between labored breaths.

You were gladly impressed as with each passing day, you admired more and more the woman you fell madly in love with. 

Anyone else could insist even if you didn't want to as a proof of love, or test you to see if you'd really resist, like when one of your cousins, Mariela, ​​got pregnant before marriage at the insistence of her baby's father.

But luckily, you were dating someone who knew how to respect the limits of what she could and couldn't, until you really felt ready to go the extra mile. She was absolutely complete and perfect in your eyes, even with her imperfections.

"Are you going to wait for me? Even if many months go by?" You asked, as you approached again, lowered one of her blouse sleeves and kissed her shoulder.

"Even if years go by." She replied, turning her face to the side to look lovingly at you. "I've never felt for anyone else the way I feel for you. What I least want is to ruin everything between us."

A passionate sigh left your lips at what she said, feeling her sincerity in your heart.

"Ay mi amor, you don't know how lucky I am to have you." You murmured in love, taking her left hand and interwining with your right.

"No, I'm the lucky one to have you." Luisa replied.

"No, I am." You retorted.

"I already said that I am." She growled in a playful tone of voice as she tickled you and wouldn't stop until you agreed with her, which always worked since you two were little.

The next day, you woke up and had breakfast, enjoying it well, because when you moved out, you would also miss your mother-in-law's splendid food and then, went to work.

As it was the first day of Luisa's week off, when almost all of her family went to the town, she stayed home, enjoying her free time with her newly found hobbies like painting, while waiting for you to arrive to finally bring the furniture to your house.

Meanwhile, at your old house, your father looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that at that time of day, you had probably already gone to the stationery store.

"Mi marido, do you promise me that you'll bring our little girl back home?" Your mother asked hopefully, taking his hands in hers.

Your father gave her a small smile and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I promise I'll do my best to resolve this situation, mi vida."

Her husband's words comforted her heart as nothing had in a long time. That situation was making her so anguished and worried, she barely slept at night. Consuelo had a good feeling that everything would get back on track again, but for that it wasn't necessary to just talk to you.

She waved at him as Manuel left the house. Soon after, she waited a while to leave without him seeing her.

Consuelo started looking for her girlfriend, always discreet in case her father saw her, but was confused by not seeing her anywhere. She asked a villager for Luisa, who informed her that it was the beginning of her week off and she was probably at home.

She thanked the man for the information and walked to the casa Madrigal.

Arriving there, it barely saw her and Casita soon began to stir up its building materials with her presence, but it certainly wasn't from enthusiasm or happiness.

"No, no need to be alarmed, I just want to talk to her." Consuelo said, which immediately made the house calm down.

Meanwhile, wondering at the noise coming from outside, Luisa made a pause from her painting of a fruit basket and walked to the front door, being notoriously surprised to see her girlfriend's mother there.

A light of hope kindled in the young Madrigal's heart, hoping that her mother-in-law was there to make peace between them.

"Señora Ramirez? Come in." She requested politely. 

"Thank you." Your mother thanked her, so low it was barely audible, as she entered the house.

"Do you want something, a coffee or...?"

"Please, can you spare me of this good-girl pretense of yours? Because you're neither of those two things." Consuelo replied rudely.

Luisa was frustrated that your mother wasn't there for the purpose she had imagined, but she decided she wasn't going to let herself be humiliated. She was known for her patience, but everything had a limit.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, soon changing her friendly tone.

"I'll be straight with you, I came here in peace, to come to terms with you." Consuelo replied, making her at least curious about what that deal was about. "You have your life and I don't care what you make of it, I just don't want my girl to go down the same path."

"Look, Doña Consuelo..." Luisa tried to say something, but was soon interrupted by another rudeness.

"Shut up, I'm not done talking yet."

"You're inside my house!" She said, getting more and more outraged.

"And I didn't come to listen to you, from you I only want two answers: 'yes' or 'no'. Cut to the chase, how much do you want to forget and disappear forever from my daughter's life?"

Luisa was amazed at how calmly her mother-in-law had made that proposal, like when a person asks someone what time it is. That was the last straw and she held on tight to maintain her composure.

"Would you please get out of my house right now?" She said in rage, as she walked to the front door and opened it.

Consuelo raised an eyebrow, it would be harder than she imagined it would be. Your  mother also walked towards the door and closed it.

"You don't understand this situation. My daughter is just confused, because she was certainly seduced by you and now she's doing things she's never done before."

"She's not being influenced by me, she's just making her own choices for the first time in her life, but of course you wouldn't understand, you never listen to her!" Luisa retorted.

"Give me your answer now!" She demanded, in an even louder voice.

"I don't want anything from you, you've known me since I was practically a kid, do you really think you can buy me to get away from her?"

"Don't pretend to be sentimental, someone as shameless as you must have a lot of romances lying around, Y/N is definitely not the only one."

"Well, you're wrong, I only have eyes for her and there's nothing in this world that will make me change that. Now please get out of my house because I'm not for sale."

"You're slowly showing your claws and making it very clear that you're such a rude girl!"

"I'm none of those things, I only respect those who respect me back!" Luisa replied, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Girl just tell me what you want!" She said aloud, already getting impatient.

Luisa flashed a small smile before answering.

"If you're really interested in what I want most, I'll tell you." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, say so." Consuelo replied, willing to give her anything she wanted to get away from you.

"Y/N, by my side forever, it's your daughter, she's what I want." Your girlfriend replied, leaving your mother shocked. "How can I go against this love so strong that I feel Doña Consuelo? What you're asking of me is impossible, you certainly know that we can't rule our hearts. Y/N is the woman I love."

With all the anger built up inside her that she was holding back, not really thinking about what she was doing, your mother raised her hand and slapped her face.

Luisa felt her anger starting to boil like lava from an erupting volcano, but she clenched her fists tightly, knowing that if she fought back, her super strength could seriously injure her and you would be worried if something bad happened to your mother.

But it was for you and only you.

She calmed down, only to be hit with another slap, making her cheek burn even more. After giving her a third slap to show all of her indignation, your mother finally left.

The tears that Luisa was holding back to try to stand up for her finally rolled down her cheeks as she fell to her knees on the floor, crying even harder at having been hurt so badly, physically and emotionally.

Even as she struggled to fight for the love the two of you felt, she wondered what such a bad thing she had done to deserve that.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What TV shows deserve a new season?

"A lot"

TV shows that I love:

Bojack Horseman

Community

Steven Universe

Orange Is the New Black

Rick and Morty

The Expanse

Arrested Development

Bojack Horseman

Sherlock

Mad Men

Seinfeld

The Wire

Rick and Morty

South Park

The Good Place

I'm not sure if any of these qualify as "TV series that deserved a season 4" (although perhaps some of them).

Other shows that I love but didn't get enough attention:

Doctor Who

Archer

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Gravity Falls

Gossip Girl

South Park

Teen Wolf

Teen Titans Go!

The Simpsons

The Office

These are all series I watched a whole bunch as a kid, which is why I have so many memories of them, but I might have some "you had to be there" feelings about them if I were watching them as a late-teenager/young adult. I never watched Steven Universe as a teenager, although I am glad it was renewed.

Other shows that I watched as a teenager and never liked as a late-teenager:

Community

Friends

How I Met Your Mother

True Detective

You can probably guess which ones were my favorites. I loved these shows, but I was never a huge fan because I preferred shows that had less going for them (and also less of a "I'm old and cynical and my teen-years are over, go away" vibe). I watched a lot of mediocre shows as a late-teenager, and this is why I don't have a lot of nostalgia feelings about that era of TV.

My own tastes have changed a lot in the last few years. I used to be much more into "the fantasy genre" -- TV shows like Harry Potter and Game of Thrones and Doctor Who -- but now I'm much more interested in "genre-mashing shows," which are aimed at a wide audience rather than a small one and have a lot of elements that don't match their genre. This is why I like things like Bojack Horseman, but not, say, the X-Files.

I've also been developing this strange kind of "post-irony" taste, where the best fiction feels more like a "revelation" than a deliberate work of art. I'm not sure how to describe that but I'm wary of talking about it as though it's a "trend." There are some novels I've enjoyed lately that feel like they would be described in this way. (You can think of them as post-irony books in the same sense that post-ironic music is music that is meant to be listened to ironically.)

TV shows that I've watched or read a bunch of episodes of recently and liked:

Archer

Breaking Bad

Doctor Who

In the Loop

In This Moment in History

House of Cards

House of Cards (again)

Jenny XJ7

King of the Hill

Lost

Master of None

Newsroom

Newsroom (again)

Orange Is the New Black

Orphan Black

The West Wing

West Wing (again)

[stay-tinystars]

Ocean Avenue

Ship: Felix x reader

Angst, song fic.

Word count: 950

Warnings: heartbreak, unsure what else

A/N: Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard has always been a song I enjoyed. When I listened to it earlier today the lyrics really sank in. So I wrote this fic. Cried while writing it, but I hope you all enjoy it. *not proof read, not that most of my fics are*

Pic downloaded from pintrest

When people ask 'do you believe in soulmates?', you just shrug. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew you had a soulmate. The problem is you already knew him, teenage love is what they all called it. However you knew it was more. It was far more than a simple crush or fling. You knew Felix was your soulmate. The problem was you had already broken each other's hearts long ago.

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"Come on, Y/N, you're going to make us late!" Felix called behind him, as he ran down the street with you trailing behind him. The night air still warm from the hot summer day. You watched as he turned the corner onto the beach, then you picked up your speed. If someone had told you at 16 you'd be sneaking away in the middle of the night just to go down to the beach with a kid you barely knew you'd laugh. However once it happened you just knew it was right, everything with Felix just clicked, it felt so natural. As you turned the corner you skidded to a halt, almost body slamming Felix.

"Felix! Why did you stop?" You asked as you playfully shoved him.

"I wanted you beside me, that's why" he smiled as he grabbed your hand and led you onto the beach. A few minutes later you found yourselves sitting on a large rock listening to the waves, the street lights off in the distance behind you, and the star above providing the only light. "I'm glad you moved here" His voice broke the silence, you smiled as you looked at him. His freckles matching the stars above you.

"For what it's worth I'm glad I moved here as well."

Those summer nights made sleeping most of the day away worth it. You felt so alive at night with Felix. Those nights where you sat together discussing everything, and nothing all at the same time. 

When school came along things changed. Schedules were different. You went to two separate schools, weekends became your safe haven. You'd spend Saturdays together, laughing at each other's antics. The seasons changed, and so did the two of you. Every season brought the two of you closer together. The following summer you found yourself sneaking out every night to be with Felix, away from prying eyes. Walking the beach in your bare feet, letting your toes sink into the still warm sand. This was the place for you and Felix, the stars being your only other companions. His laughter would fill the air at your comments about life, and your laughter would shortly follow. The two mingling in the night, slow dancing together through the sky.

"Y/N, do you believe in Soulmates?" Felix asked as the two of you laid on a blanket, staring up at the half moon.

"I think I do." You replied, as you rolled onto your side to look at him. "Do you believe in soulmates Felix?"

He looked towards you and smiled. "I think I have to, for here you are laying beside me on the beach."

It's strange to think that the two of you never labeled what you were until the following school year, when Felix started gaining popularity at his school.

"When they asked me out I told them no, because I already had someone. When they asked who, I said I had a soulmate. Then they laughed at me. How can they laugh at something like soulmates?" His innocent question hurt.

"Because some people just don't understand soulmates, because they don't have one themselves" your fingers intertwined with his, and he looked up with a smile despite the tears threatening his eyes.

The following summer was the best summer, for the two of you didn't have to sneak out anymore.

It was bliss, in its purest form. As you look back now, you should've known it was the calm before the storm.

Felix stood on the corner facing the ocean, exactly where he told you to meet him. When you put your hand in his he gave it a quick squeeze before dropping it.

"I guess this is goodbye" His words soft, yet hollow.

"What do you mean goodbye?" You replied, a knot forming in your throat.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, I don't know when I'll return. I also know I won't be able to call for a while." He watched his own feet as he kicked at the sand upon the cement.

"What do you mean?" Your voice cracked slightly, as your heart started to break.

"I was offered my dream job, I can't turn it down." He then looked towards the ocean again. He couldn't look at you, and you understood why, for his eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"No, not tonight. Not here. Not now" your tears flowed down your cheeks. The hot tears stung your eyes.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I never expected it to happen so quickly." His gaze fell back to his shoes.

"Felix, tonight is the anniversary of the first time we snuck out two years ago." Your heart broke further, as you let out a choked gasp.

"I know. I'm so sorry. You will always be my soulmate. I will always remember you." And with one final look into your eyes, tears started down his cheeks as he walked away.

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Now you sat on the same beach years later, wishing you could find Felix again. For maybe he would make things better, maybe he would take you away from this town. The stars glistened as you laid back on the blanket. 

"We'll be together for one more night, Somewhere, Somehow." you whispered into the night sky.

[syuga-s]

As long as we are together, even the endless maze is paradise.

w.c 1.8k

pairing. Changkyun x gn!reader

genre. fluff, still dont know how to classify it but it’s my take on relationships in real life(?)

a/n. mention of svt members <3, this takes place on the universe(?) of the fic i have in progress, got excited and went for this lil scenario, i'll always try to make them as gender-neutral as possible, hope you enjoy (• ε •)

You finally had gotten off work. This shift had been unbelievably chaotic and you couldn’t wait any longer to get home. But of course, it’s raining, today of all days.

Adding the fact that Chloe’s been extremely unpleasant today. You’ve been on bad terms for a while now since she found out about you and Vernon.

You clocked out at the same time and she just wanted to get on your nerves. But you were past being this immature, especially when it came to a guy you haven’t seen since you graduated.

"Just go already, Chloe". 

With that, you went to exit the building and that's when you saw Minghao waiting for a cab –in the rain–.

You tried to get Minghao's attention, so he could get inside with you but you both just ended up at the door frame barely safe from the rain. You hugged even though he was soaking.

You didn’t mind because you haven't seen him in years, and you didn't know you missed the way you felt when you were with him. Strangely so, his hug felt like being 17 again. Can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing.

You made some small talk about the weather and teased him for standing in the rain. “Are you shooting a music video or something?”

He laughed but quickly changed the subject, "I hope you've been good, I haven't seen you in years but you look really happy".

How can he still be this good at reading me? You could only smile to the ground and gave him a side hug. "I've really missed you Hao; hope you’re doing well too". 

Suddenly, his phone started to ring, and you caught a glimpse of the screen before he asked you "Mind if I answer?" Wonwoo was calling him. "Not at all, go ahead!" You told him with a smile.

Not to be nosy but you wanted to hear this conversation. "I've been waiting for you to pick me up for almost an hour dumbass, are you aware that it's fucking RAINING?"

And of course, you couldn't hear the other person on the line, but you knew perfectly he must've been making a hell of an excuse. "Right, yes, I'm still here, no I'm not alone… just hurry I'm freezing". 

Guess it was inevitable that you'll see Wonwoo in a few minutes.

You broke up more than three years ago and haven't seen him since then. You’re more than ready to rip the band-aid. You didn't exactly end on bad terms, but maybe some awkwardness is still laying in there. Actually, you haven't thought about him in a while. You started to wonder how has he been all this time.

"I thought you were waiting for a cab Hao!! I can still give you a ride if you want"

"Aw y/n no, don't worry about it, I'm going out with the guys, so I'll have to take you up on that offer another time"

"Alright then, you have to promise me we'll catch up soon, it’s been too long”.

It was as if the world was telling you to wrap it up because you saw a very familiar car approaching the street, and immediately your phone started ringing too.

You saw that it was almost 9:00 P.M. Changkyun hasn't got here? You signaled Minghao that you were going to answer your phone and got inside the building again.

"Hi my baby!!! I'm sorry for running late the guys got me caught up at work BUT I AM ALREADY ON THE WAY I'LL SEE YOU IN LITERALLY TWO MINUTES"

You could hear how worried your boyfriend was and it was so endearing that you couldn't help but laugh at the way he was screaming in the car.

"It's okay baby I ran into someone here at work too, I got distracted and didn't notice the time, but please DRIVE SAFE IT’S RAINING BUT ALSO hurry upppp” You ended up with a pout as if he could see your expression.

"I'm hurrying I swear!!! —YES — your man has arrived at the destination". “Ok, ‘my man’ needs to come get me please” he made you laugh at his words. “I'm here at the door BYE"

With that, you went outside again, and you couldn't have imagined that you would see all these guys in front of you EVER AGAIN. Nor that they would get out of the car just to say hello to you. But maybe that's your mistake cause they have always been friends, still after everything that happened.

So, there they were, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Chan, Jun, and Minghao. All eyes on you, all of them waiting for the other to talk to you first, but everyone noticed how your eyes immediately went to Wonwoo and you both smiled at each other. Jihoon was happy that you made eye contact with him, even though he noticed there was nothing for him behind your eyes.

You were the first one to talk. 

"Hey there you guys, Hao told me you were going out!" You said while looking at Chan. "Yeah, we're headed to the Lucky 94!!"

"Want to join us?" You heard Jun ask, and before you could say no, your knight in shining armor shouted your name. "BABYYYY!!" Yes, your official name is baby, what about it? 

All of you turned to the left side of the street where Changkyun was power walking to you. It came as a surprise to all of them, no one knew you were in a relationship at the moment, but after all these years they should've known, they knew how private you were about your entire life. 

When Changkyun got by your side he just wrapped his hand in yours and flashed all the guys in front of him one of his prettiest smiles. As if he didn't look threatening as fuck.

Your love for him was only growing by the second. "Guys this is my boyfriend Changkyun, unfortunately, I have to deny your offer tonight because we already have plans, but I hope we see each other again soon!”

"It's okay y/n we can plan something another time, you look really good by the way" Wonwoo finally spoke and Changkyun tightened his grip on you.

"Thank you Wonwoo, have fun tonight. It was nice to see all of you" Having said this, your eyes landed on Jihoon, who was now leaning against the car, ready to get away from there.

Maybe at another point in your life, you would've sensed something negative by seeing him in this circumstance. But all you could find inside you was a trace of the love you had for him when you were a teenager. 

You quickly decided that you wouldn’t give him this space in your head. Neither of you deserved to revisit those feelings that you already went through years ago. 

Especially now when you have this wonderful person by your side, it wasn't a coincidence that he got there at this exact moment. Making you appreciate the little things he does for you that say, “I’m here, and I care so deeply about you”. Your life with Changkyun has intertwined so profoundly that everything comes easy with him.

You all said your goodbyes, and you started walking to the parking lot. You got to your boyfriend’s car, but you didn’t get inside just yet, Changkyun stared at you and your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Your boyfriend swiftly wrapped you up in a much-needed hug.

Since he called you, he knew something was going on, he has gotten good at sensing the way you were feeling. In moments like this, you were happy to know that his heart was as invested in you as you were with him. He softly spoke in your ear “Let’s get inside baby, it’s cold as hell in here”.

He opened your door, and you waited for him to get inside. You searched for his embrace once again, his arms made you feel so at home that you were glad he came to get you tonight, and you had to let him know this. “Today was hard,” You said, still clinging to his arms, not minding the incredibly uncomfortable pose you got yourself into just so you could be hugged by your boyfriend for a few more minutes. “Thanks for picking me up tonight”

“You know that I would come for you every day if you just let me, you stubborn baby” You laughed against his chest and gave him a light punch at this arm. “Hey, hey let’s not get violent in here, I’m sensitive,” He told you while laughing and ended up with a tender kiss to the top of your head. 

You don’t know much, but you do know you love him. When he smiles like this, the world seems to fade away with all your problems, and he’s all you can see. Every time he’s singing in the car on your way home, the outside noise doesn’t even exist anymore. All you want to do is grab his face and kiss him, but that would mean he’d stop singing. And when he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes, when he places his hand on yours, when he lets you rest your head in his chest, and listen to the beat of his heart, just his mere existence makes you believe that you found this little piece of heaven within him.

The love you were always searching for, you found it with him. No one else had been able to make you feel like you were bursting with love, and you always believed that that needed to happen for you to be in a relationship with someone. You always knew that love isn’t meant to be hard, nor it makes you lose the person that you are. For you, it was about sharing your souls, goals, and perspectives, cause when the time to be together would come, your lives would already be made, and you would just be together supporting each other, still maturing. And that this person would only make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Changkyun was your definition of love.

Your relationship with him made you further confirm this. You thought it would scare you to be vulnerable around him but opening your heart to him was one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. You’re aware you were complete without him. And he knew this. But being by his side, experiencing life with him, made you want to be so much better. You only wanted to support him every step of the way. It made you want to be stronger with him. You wanted both of you to grow together and help each other grow individually. And the fact that he was on the same page with you about this, knowing that you don’t need each other but you really fucking want to be together, makes you think you have a pretty great shot at this. 

You know, undoubtedly, you are in love with this man. And it feels a hundred times better to know he loves you too. 

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Monsters Lurking In The Dark

Yesterday's happenings are making a lot of people talk to you today. They ask if you're alright, if you had to go to the hospital, why Billy ran like a lightning bolt to reach you... Some of them are actually being kind. Others, not so much. It feels like they're trying to get you to say something else, scavenging for a secret. Jason is the only one to actually get into a long conversation, making sure you're alright and giving you tips to avoid heat exhaustion again. But the others, mostly the girls, make awkward questions. You get that Billy's behavior is changing. Monica is often telling you about how some girls ask her if she knows what's going on between you and Billy. She never answers though, saying this isn't their business.

As you pace around the pool, a bottle of water on your hand since Billy is literally forcing you to drink water by the hour, you spot him chatting with some of his friends. Tommy and Carol are the only ones you can name, and you never got why you only hang out with your friends and not his. Billy has his eyes on the pools and the whistle between his lips. Tommy goes on about something, and suddenly, Billy lets the whistle fall, giving Tommy a weird stare. You giggle a little at his expression, crossing your arms.

“Look who's staring now,” Monica says in a provoking tone, stopping by your side. “But I totally get it. I'd be shamelessly staring too if I didn't have my sweetheart.”

“How's Christopher by the way?” She told you he had an accident in the garden, which got him a nasty cut on the leg.

“Complaining. But I'm enjoying taking care of him.” She smiles, and her eyes shine. Every passing day you're more convinced they're in love with each other. That you'll be attempting to their wedding one day. “What about you? You gotta be careful with the sun.”

“I am.” Raising your hand, you show her the bottle. “Billy is driving me insane. I swear I can't drink any more water today.”

“Can you blame him? I thought he'd have a heart attack yesterday.” He tilts her head to where he is, across the pools. His eyes meet yours and he winks. “Poor guy, he has it bad for you.”

Giggling, you look down because you're surely blushing. “Oh, tell me something. Some people came to talk to me, you know. Asking if I was alright. But some of them made some very awkward questions.”

“Yeah, that's because they think you're pregnant.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, feeling your whole body numb for a moment. “What the hell,” you exclaim, a little too loud. Looking around, you notice some eyes on you. “Holy shit, Monica. Tell me you're joking.”

“Small town, (Y/N), people talk.” She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, half the women here went through something like that. They'll let go in a few weeks.”

“Do you think Billy knows?” You lift your eyes to look for him, but you only find his friends.

“Probably. But look, don't worry about it. You're the new girl who managed to hook Billy Hargrove, the town's bad boy. People will talk, but don't let it ruin what you have with him.”

“No, of course not.” As much as it bugs you, it doesn't change anything. “You know I'm falling for him, right?” You burst out, feeling the sudden need to let it out your chest. “Completely.”

“I'm noticing. You–”

She's cut short when you're pulled into something. Someone. You roll your eyes because you know who it is. Billy pulls you against his chest, his lips on your ear. “Do you know what they're saying about yesterday's episode?” He whispers, a hand coming to caress your belly.

Great. Now this will certainly make people forget this story. “Yeah. They think I'm carrying a tiny Billy.” You mutter, waving at Monica as she walks away with a smirk on her lips. “Was that what Tommy told you? You made a funny face.”

“Yes, but he said it in a way that almost had me breaking his ugly nose.” He keeps you close, despite the public. And honestly, you don't mind. A few days ago you'd push him away, but now... They'll speak anyway, so it doesn't matter.

“Hey, why don't we never hang out with your friends?” You take the chance to ask. “You don't want them to see you with me?” It's impossible not to follow this train of thought, and it does sound stupid judging by the way he's holding you right now, for everyone to see.

“Of course not. It just that I know the kind of assholes they are and I'm sure you won't like them.”

“But it's weird. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to only hang out with my party.”

He takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest moving. That reminds you he's shirtless... “I'll introduce you to them... In the funfair tomorrow.”

“Oh my God, the funfair!” You exclaim. People have been talking about it for a few days, but you totally forgot. “I've never been to anything like that.”

“You're gonna love it.”

“You two. Back to your chairs.” The manager shouts from somewhere behind you, and you both roll your eyes at the same time.

“Talk to you later,” you tell him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Remember to–”

“Yeah, yeah. Water, stay in the shadow. If I feel dizzy I'll shout for my knight in shining armor.” Walking backwards, you smirk at him. “Eyes on the pool, Hargrove,” you warn him, turning around and making your way back to the chair.

You're glad you're feeling good, no sign of anything you felt yesterday. And it isn't as hot as it was, so that's a bonus. You're peacefully watching the kids, yelling at some, threatening some teenagers to ban them for life, just the normal stuff. Through the corner of your eye, you notice Billy gesturing. When you look at him, he shows you his bottle.

Shaking your head no, you try to ignore him. But you are a little thirsty, so you sigh before jumping to the ground. On your way to the cafeteria, you stop by his chair. “Want some?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Don't act like you can't be beaten by heat exhaustion too, Hargrove. I'm bringing you some cold water.” Punching his leg playfully, you go to the cafeteria.

You're a little startled to find James in there, seated on the table next to the wall, both hands on his head. As you silently open the fridge, you wonder if you should just leave him alone. You never really spoke, and since he switched his schedule with Billy, you have seen less of him. Today should be his day off if you're not mistaken.

“Hey, James,” you say in a soft voice, standing by the fridge as you take one of the bottles Billy has for you. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looks up abruptly, suddenly aware he's not alone. “Hey.”

You were going to leave, but he seems scared... Red eyes as if he didn't get any sleep. “Is something wrong?” You sit before him, placing the bottle on the table. “You look... sad.”

“Oh, it's just... Nothing, really. It's stupid.” He's mumbling under his breath, a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Whatever it is it's not stupid. Who told you it was?”

“My parents, my brother.” He breathes out, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. “You're new here, right? Did you move from a big city?”

“New York. Why?”

“I'm from Washinton. Have you ever crossed paths with something in the woods? Some... Some kind of animal? And when you told someone they just said it was because you're some big city kid who's not used to live so near the forest and because of that you're easily impressed by anything weird you see?” James speaks fast, so fast it's hard to keep up.

“Actually yes.” You nod, keeping your voice low and soft in an attempt to calm him down. You never saw anyone so scared. “A few weeks ago I saw something, but I didn't get a good look at it. Don't know what it was.”

“I don't know what species of-of... Things they have here, but what I saw... I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling the chief of police but everyone keeps saying I'm crazy.”

“What did you see, James?”

He puts his hands on his head again, looking at the table. “It... It was the size of a dog. And I thought it was a stray dog so I stopped the car and followed it.” His voice cracks, so you get up, moving to sit on the chair beside him, touching his arm. “It was so damn dark and I had no flashlight. It was near a tree, eating something. I started calling it, trying to show it I was just trying to help but then... It-It turned at me and... Shit, the damn thing had no face. It was blank. Sticky... no fur, no eyes, nothing.” He moves suddenly, holding both your shoulders roughly. You gasp at the sudden change, looking at him, tears threatening to roll down from his eyes. “I ran like hell. I told my parents the moment I got home but they said it was something in the woods playing tricks on me but I know what I saw. The damn thing had no face, I swear–”

“Let go of her right now.” Billy's thunder voice makes James jump up, making his chair fall backwards. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Billy, it's alright.” Quickly, you stand up and walk over him.

“I'm sorry, I just...” James tries to speak, hands raised in defeat. It looks like he didn't know what he was doing. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

He walks around the table, eyes on the floor. Billy gives a step towards him, but you hold him back, both hands on his chest. “Billy, no. Listen...” You whisper to him, your eyes meeting his when James finally leaves the cafeteria. “He wasn't trying to hurt me or anything, he was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He looks down at you, his hands softly rubbing the skin of your shoulders. “It'll leave bruises. What the hell did he think he was doing?”

As much as you melt a little to feel his touch after the sting from James' grip, you have this feeling in your stomach. You can't seem to shake it away, and the more you think, the worse it gets. “Billy... Remember when I told you I saw something in the woods?” He nods, confused. “James saw it too... Same description. He... He said it had no face, and I... I think that's exactly what I saw.”

His expression changes, and you can't read his face. Taking a deep breath, he sits on the table, pulling you to sit beside him. “James came here a few months ago. From a big city too, so it's normal to be scared when–”

“He was desperate because that's exactly what people are telling him.” You cut him off, running a hand through your hair. “Billy, he wasn't scared. He was terrified.” Your voice gets lower, as your mind floats back to what you saw. Naked skin, as if it was green, covered in some disgusting thing... “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to God his description matched what I saw that day.” It suddenly comes to your mind... There was a lab here. A lab and a bunch of weird stories about it. “Hawkins National Lab!” You exclaim, jumping to your feet. “What if they made an experiment with some kind of animal and now it's free in the woods?”

“Hawkins Lab was closed years ago.”

“I know but–” Billy takes your hand, pulling you close. He holds you by the hips, raising his head to meet your eyes from his seated position.

“Princess, listen. It's true there was a lab, and it's also true that the darkness and these woods play tricks on people who aren't used to them.” He speaks slow, eyes never leaving yours. “It may be something but it could also be a big misunderstanding. If it happens again, if you or anyone else sees anything like that, we'll tell the cops and let them deal with it.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let his calming tone relax you. “Alright...” Nodding, you take a look at your shoulders, spotting the purple marks of where James fingers dig into your skin. “The guy was really out of his mind,” you mutter.

“Yeah...” Billy stands up, placing a kiss on both your shoulders before straighten up, his index finger on your chin. “Let's go back there before Anthony notices we're gone again.”

Nodding, you follow him back outside.

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You wish you knew how to draw. If you did, you'd make a scratch of the animal you saw, and another one of what James described, just to see if they would really match.

You're staring at the ceiling, on your unusually empty bed. Having Billy here was amazing. Beyond amazing. Having his strong arms around you, and waking up next to him on the morning was pure bliss. You never thought such a feeling existed. It felt like home, like life was nothing but a long road leading you to that very moment. To his embrace, so warm and calming.

You chose to think about that instead of the unclassified animal. That brings a shiver down your spine, different from the shivers Billy causes. The last ones are made of nervousness, excitement... All those silly things. Tossing around, you sit up, your feet on the cold floor. Your eyes fall on the necklace, that you always keep on the nightstand. Billy kept his promise, and he wears his piece every day. You have to tell him he doesn't have to, not anymore. He already made his point, and you know he has other earrings to use.

Smiling to yourself, you pick the necklace up, fingers caressing the metal. You need to tell Billy what you feel. Openly. You do have something going on, but it's still unnamed. And there's no reason to remain that way. If he wants you, if he truly wants to keep you... He has to know you want him too. That you want to be with him, and screw the rest of the world. Screw the past, the gossip, whatever people of Hawkins think. This is about both of you, nobody else. It's useless to keep pretending Billy Hargrove doesn't own your heart. This torture can't continue, there's no reason to.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the phone's loud ring. You're about to answer when you hear your aunt's footsteps downstairs. It's probably Robert, she was saying something about him calling her today. As she picks up, you put the necklace down and walk over the window, feeling the fresh summer breeze tickling your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Diane shouts, and her urgent tone startles you. “(Y/N)! Pick up the phone!” Her rapid footsteps bring her to your bedroom, a worried expression on her face. “Pick up now. It's Max, she's crying. I don't know–”

The mention of Billy's sister has you moving, picking up the light pink phone you have on the nightstand. “Max?” You breathe out, eyes focused on Diane as she breathes fast.

“(Y/N)..!” Her voice is weak, like a low scream. You hear voices behind her, and you immediately recognize Billy's. But there's someone else, a man's voice. “(Y/N), please, you need to–” She's cut short by something breaking. “It's Neil. He's here, please–”

“Hang up the damn–” Then it's over.

For a moment, a second, you just stand there, frozen, looking at Diane. But on the next one, you're moving, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

“Honey, what is it?” Diane follows as you rush downstairs, grabbing nothing but the car keys.

“Billy's father. I gotta go.” It's everything you manage to say before storming outside.

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A/N: Things are about to get chaotic...

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@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens @dreamin-of-dacre @funeral-7 @uncookspaget @youhavemyfantasticbeasts @dontxfearxthereaper

[karlajoyner]

Impossible (Reggie Peters x Reader)

A/n: This was again another request! I definitely enjoyed writing it! If you guys have any requests please comment them or dm me! Also currently working on an Owen Joyner smut that goes a little more into detail than the last so be prepared! Also let me know if you guys think I should make a tag list!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sat in my best friends garage listening to her rehearse with her band until it was time.

"Flynn's gonna love this" I said looking up from my sketch book.

"Thanks y/n/n. I honestly don't know what I would've done if you hadn't believed me"

"Well at first I didn't. But you proved your point Jules" I said remembering how I just thought they were normal boys at first. Cute normal boys.

"I just hope she forgives me" The girl sighed looking down. I looked back at the rest of her bandmates who like all guys stood there awkwardly. They all sent me a look begging me to comfort her. I rolled my eyes standing up.

"Julie we've all been best friends since kindergarten. We've been through everything together. This is just another one of those things we have to get through" I said going to pull her in for a hug from behind.

"Thanks. Again. It really means a lot"

"What are best friends for?" I smiled as she hugged back the room going silent.

“You never know how long your supposed to wait in this type of situation before you can talk again you know?" (If you know where that's from I love you) Luke said making my head whip towards him.

"Maybe a little longer" The brunette spoke making me facepalm.

I looked back at the group nervously to see them giving me a thumbs up. My gaze quickly finding the cute bass player who sent me an air kiss. I jokingly pretended to catch it earning disgusted looks from the rest of the band.

"Gross" Julie joked.

"Shut it Molina" I warned turning around to go bring our other friend in. I was startled at the sudden sound of knocking outside the doors. Hearing a few chuckles from behind me as I opened the door.

"Hey Flynny" I smiled using the nickname I gave her when we were kids.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Where's Julie?"

"I'm right here" Said girl called from behind me.

"Thanks for coming we just wanted to rehearse the song so it was perfect which it's not but whatever"

"No if I'm gonna hear a song from your imaginary ghost band I want it to be perfect so get back in there" Flynn said waving us back.

"All of you. You too" She said pointing to absolutely nothing.

"She's not lying Flynn. They're real"

"Oh my god now you've got y/n/n in on your imaginary ghost band? Do you play air drums?" Flynn's asked placing a hand on my shoulder.

"No that's Alex. I'm not in the band per se but I watch them rehearse all the time. Plus my boyfriends in it"

"Oh so she really sucked you in. So where are they?"

"They're not out here"

"Oh I know" Flynn said patting Julie's shoulder before walking in. I looked at the girl beside me playfully rolling my eyes.

Flynn had always been the logical one out of the three of us. So no doubt this was gonna have to be good. I shut one of the doors behind us while Julie shut the other before making my way towards the boys who stood there looking excited.

"Good luck" I whispered. Placing a quick kiss to Reggies cheek.

"Oh so my best friends just kissing the air now. That's great. What's your moms number again?" She asked pulling out her phone. I playfully rolled my eyes taking a seat on the couch pulling up my sketch book once more.

I was currently working on a drawing for the guys. Something that screams were alive. As Luke put it.

"All right guys you ready? Uh actually can you go over there. Reggie needs some space to rock out and he feels kinda weird walking through you" Julie said. Flynn letting out a chuckle.

"Boy when you create a world you really live in it"

"Just sit" Julie said sitting her down in an empty chair.

"If you'll notice there's no equipment that will produce a hologram. Feel free to look around. The guys took a poem that I wrote about you and put it to music"

"Y/n helped" Reggie interrupted making me smile.

"I'm sorry. The guys and y/n"

“Aww! I wish I didn't have to talk to your parents after this"

“Come on Flynny it's a great song"

"If you say so y/n/n. So when did you go crazy?" She asked placing a hand on her knees.

"It's called Flying Solo. Hope you like it" I smiled upon hearing the opening notes of the song.

J- If I leave you on a bad note

Leave you on a sad note

I know all your secrets

You know all my deep-dish

Guess that means some things they never, they never

Change...

We both know what I, what I, what I

Mean...

When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me

I looked up from my book when Flynn let out a scream signalling she could finally see them.

All- My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

I grinned at Flynn who gave me a horrified look.

"Are you seeing this?" She whispered. I only nodded giggling at her reaction.

J- Yeah, you know who I'm likin'

Way before I liked them, duh...

Cause you liked them first

And if somebody hurts you

I'm gonna get hurt too

That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work

It will never

Change...

We both know what I, what I, what I

I bit my lip watching my boyfriend sing at a close proximity with Luke. Something that I'll never get used to. But definitely enjoyed. When they finallly separated Reggie sent me a wink as he sang the chorus. Luke gradually making his was over to me sitting down on the armrest beside me.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

I chuckled as Luke scared Flynn. Instinctively I smacked his arm. Earning a confused look coming from the girl as Julie pulled her away towards Alex and Reggie.

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

I watched closely as Flynn attempted to touch my boyfriend only to have her hand go right through him.

"Weird right?"

"They're ghost!" "Oh we prefer musician spirits"

"But y/n" Flynn said pointing at me.

"We don't understand it either. But she can see and touch them. It's not the same for both of us" Julie explained showing how her hand went through Reggie as well.

“Julie so does this mean you're joining the our band?"

"Umm actually I think you're joining her band"

"I'm gonna go with what she said" Julie said sticking a hand out for me. I grinned taking it.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Julie sang the three of us dancing along.

"You're crazy" Flynn mouthed to me making me smile wider. She tilted her head to the side pointed at the bassist who had his focus on me.

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

I moved away from the two girls to let them have a moment. Reggies bass playing coming to a halt. Instinctively I moved to his side. His arm finding my waist and pulling me close. A chuckle leaving his lips.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Julie harmonized coming forehead to forehead with Flynn.

"Still wanna talk to our parents?"

"No I'm good" Flynn said the two girls hugging.

"Bring it in y/n/n!" Julie said opening her arms wider. I smiled kissing Reggies cheek before rushing to engulf my best friends in a group hug.

"I'm really glad Flynn enjoyed the song today" I spoke after a long day. I was finally able to sit in at my desk and continue drawing in my sketchbook.

With Reggie present in the room as well. Like most nights.

"I did too. She seems like a cool girl"

"Oh she is Reg. She was literally my first ever friend and with Julie the three of us have been inseparable since" I explained to my boyfriend who moved his arms behind his head.

"Well then I guess I'll have to get to know her better. For your sake of course" He said the room falling into a comfortable silence with exception of my soft music playing in the background.

Ed Sheeran to be exact. He had easily become one of the boy's favorites new artist. So when they hung out in my room I played him a lot. Along with other artists of course.

It had been about 15 minutes of my pencil hitting the paper when I finally looked up to see Reggie gazing at me.

"Have you been staring at me this whole time?"

"Maybe"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because your adorable"

"Really Reg. Look at you. Your a hot teenage ghost rocker from the 90's and you think I'm adorable" I giggled.

"I love your laugh" He stated my cheeks immediately heating up.

"Thanks" I smiled shyly.

"I love you" He spoke again. My heart stopping.

That was the first time either of us had said that. Since the night I met them in Julie's garage to now. Those were the last words I never expected anyone to say that wasn't family or Julie or Flynn.

Upon not hearing a response the look on his face dropped as he pulled himself to the edge of the bed in front of me.

"I-I mean you don't have to say it b-back I was just thinking out loud but like I could have been t-talking about anything like pizza. I love pizza. P-pizzas good well except pineapple pizza kinda of sort of. Actually you know what's really good cheese pizza that's nice I really like it-" I quickly cut him off by placing a tender kiss to his lip. Feeling his hands cup my cheeks the warmth of them making me feel safe. Loved.

I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel all of him.

Finally breaking apart I smiled at the boy in front of me.

"What?" He asked as I gazed into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you too Reg" His small smile only getting bigger.

He quickly removed the sketchbook away from me. Placing me onto his lap.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything my whole life" I smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Kiss me" I whispered. Reggie immediately taking action.

I giggled as he began to kiss down my neck my hands flying to remove his red flannel. He was quick to remove it himself among my request. His other hand gripping my waist. I took this as my opportunity to fix myself on his lap straddling him. Like I'd done so many times before.

Our lips met in the middle as we both kissed each other with such force. Such passion. I smirked into the kiss as I placed my hand under Reggies tank top. His reaction something I hadn't expected.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked pulling away to look me in the eyes. I bit my lip giving him a look.

"Oh" He said letting out a breath.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"Have you ever....." He trailed off. I nodded watching his face drop.

"If it helps I didn't really like the guy. And it was a long time ago"

"Oh" He kind of perked up.

"So? Are we good here?" I asked placing a soft kiss on his neck. And another and another. Until finally settling on a spot. Earning a throaty groan from the ghost.

"Yup" He squeaked out making me smirk. I placed my hand where it had been previously hiking it up his shirt. He quickly removed it before pulling me back in for a rough kiss.

"Reggie" I moaned as I began to grind on him only earning a soft whimper from the boy. Thankful my parents were out of town. Not for Reggies sake but mine.

"Come on y/n/n don't tease me now"

"You asked for it Reg" I smirked standing up. I smiled noticing how intently he was watching my next moves. I quickly removed my shirt and bra watching him gulp down nervously.

"Like what you see?" I asked biting my lip nervously.

I watched as he nodded eagerly before continuing. I removed my jeans as well leaving me in my panties before slowly bending down in front of him.

"N-no" He spoke stopping me from reaching toward his jeans.

"W-why not?" I asked confused.

"It's just- I wanna be with you tonight. We have plenty of time for everything else but this. This is different. It's our first time. I mean like not our first times but like our first time together and I-" I quickly cut off his cute rambling again with a kiss.

"I get it Reg. It's about us tonight" I smiled pushing him back onto my bed. Straddling him once more.

“Your so beautiful" He whispered his hands flying to my waist.

"Why thank you Reginald" I spoke bending down to meet his lips. Our bare chest coming into contact for the very first time. I moaned as he toyed with the waistband of my panties.

"Reggie please do something" I mumbled against his lips. He immediately took action flipping us over.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked waiting for my consent.

I simply nodded watching as he removed his jeans and boxers letting his hard on spring free from the contained fabric.

"Reggie" I panted digging my teeth into my bottom lip to widthold from the unholy sounds threatening to escape my lips.

"What baby? What do you want?" He teased pushing his finger against the fabric of my panties.

"You" He quickly ripped apart the thin fabric around my waist letting it fall off my body. Throwing it off to the side.

"Are you ready?"

"Wait!" I shouted pulling open a nearby drawer. I pulled out a condom from a box that had been sitting there for a while.

"Protection? Why do you have that there?"

"Well I knew this day would come Reg. I was hoping it would be with you" I said a smile forming on his face.

"Do you think we'll need it? I mean I'm a ghost"

"Safety first baby"

"Well okay then" He said slipping it on.

"Okay now are you ready?" I nodded as he slowly entered me.

Our moans filled the room as he let me adjust to his size.

"Baby your so tight" "Yeah well it's been a while" I muttered pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Okay you can move" I said giving him the go.

"If you want me to stop just say so okay?"

"Okay" I confirmed as he lent down to place a kiss upon my lips. He slowly began to move until he found a good pace. His thrust moving faster as a spur of moans left our lips.

"God I love you so much" I mumbled against my lips.

"Mmm. Faster Reg!" I encouraged him really feeling the pleasure course through me now. Getting exactly what I wanted I began to moan louder feeling him hitting my G spot at the perfect angle.

"Right there" I spoke feeling a knot forming in my lower stomach.

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" He panted. We both released our orgasms at the same time relief washing over me as he pulled out. I laid back on the bed watching him throw the condom in the trash can under my desk.

"That was amazing" He said coming back to hover over me.

"It was" I smiled up at him. Pulling him down from behind his neck for another kiss. "I love you baby. I love you so much"

"I love you more" I said as he laid down beside me pulling the covers over us.

"Impossible"