#like pls i just need to get subway with him and then sit for hours in front of the tv

[babygirlcowboy]

I miss my brother :((

[foreverrandomwritings]

these jealous prompts with my babygirl bucky pls 🦾🤍 romantic relationship

“hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?”

“i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.”

Blind Dates

Summary: Loving each other had been difficult since neither of you were aware of the feelings the other harbored. What happens when it gets too much for you to handle?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x afab!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol and fluff.

Word count: 1105

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You had a crazy road leading you to becoming friends with Bucky. It had started out as you being friends with Clint, then Natasha, eventually Steve, then Sam and now Bucky. Even though everyone around you could see the love you had for each other, the two of you couldn’t see it. Thinking the other strictly wanted a platonic relationship. 

That had worked out decently for you up until Sam started setting Bucky up on blind dates. He had seemed a little reluctant to go on them but you figured that was probably because it had been a while since he had dated. You knew from Steve what a ladies man he used to be. Which you understood completely, even after everything he’s been through he still had charm. 

But the more dates he went on the more you pulled away from him. It hurt to see him constantly going out with other women while you pined for him from the sidelines. He had noticed the distance growing between you. When he asked about it you would make up an excuse and tell him it was okay. 

The final straw though was when you saw him on one of the dates. You had decided to have a drink and dinner by yourself at a local restaurant. Your dinner had just arrived when you heard a familiar voice. You paused mid bite looking around until your eyes landed on him. He had on your favorite red Henley, nice form fitting jeans and a pair of dressy casual shoes. 

From where you were sitting you could see the women he was on a date with. She looked nothing like you. Different hair color, different face shape, she dressed more provocative than you did, her eyes were even a different color from yours. You felt nauseous as she reached across the table to stroke his flesh arm. 

Flagging down the waiter you asked for a box and the check. He brought it out hastily packing your food away as you put cash with the check. You told him to keep the change as you slipped from the table and towards the door. You smelled his aftershave as you passed their table. Which was conveniently on the way to the door. 

You heard him call your name as you slipped into the busy streets of the city. Quickly you blended into the crowd and made your way home. You thought about taking the subway or hailing a taxi as you walked. But you decided you needed to clear your head some and the walk back to your apartment would give you the time to. 

You regretted that decision though as an unexpected storm came pouring down from the sky. Huffing you pulled the jacket you had on tighter around your body. The bag of leftovers hanging lazily from your fingers. Your teeth started to chatter the closer you got to your block. But you hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice.

Once you rounded the corner that would take you to the tall brick building you noticed a figure sitting on the stoop. You were on high alert instantly scanning the area around you for any possible threats. Seeing none you cautiously made your way to the steps. As you got closer you could make out the person drenched in rain. 

“Buck?” You called out towards him. His head shot up as he heard your voice. 

“Doll, did you walk here?” He was out of his seat now striding over to you in a few steps. 

“Uh yea. Have you been waiting here for long?” You asked him, eyes shooting towards where he was sitting before looking towards the ground. 

“About an hour. I saw you while you were leaving the restaurant. I called out to you but you didn’t answer me. I followed you outside and you were gone. I thought you got a cab but once I got here you weren’t here so I decided to wait for you.” You shrugged your shoulders at the end of his sentence trying to remain emotionless. 

“Hey—  look at me. Why are you all upset?” He brought a finger to your chin lifting your face up to see you. He had always been able to see through your facades. The rain had started coming down heavier. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyelashes were littered with rain drops. 

“I’m not upset Buck.” You searched his eyes for a hint of the love you felt for him. You were surprised to see exactly that in his blue eyes. 

“I know you’re upset, please just talk to me.” His rough fingers slipped from your chin to your cheek. You took a deep shaking breath at the contact. 

“I don’t like seeing you or hearing about you going on dates. I don’t like that you are with someone that isn’t me.” You told him shakily, not trusting yourself to not cry. 

“Doll, I promise there’s no one else. You have my heart completely.” His eyes darted towards your lips as you slipped your tongue between them, licking some of the rain off them. 

“Then why have you been going on dates?” You asked him skeptically, he looked ashamed as he spoke. 

“I just needed to get my mind off you. But it never worked. You’re all I can think about. Day and night my thoughts are filled with you.” Your eyes were now on his lips as he spoke. Imagining them melded to yours. The knowledge that you ran through his mind as much as he did yours, warmed something deep inside you. 

“Kiss me Buck.” You looked at him as the rain continued to pour around you. 

“Are you sure, doll?” His voice was hesitant as he looked at your face. Studying it closely for any signs of hesitation from you. When he saw none he was slowly moving forwards. 

The kiss was soft and slow. His hands remained on your face as yours came up to cup his own. The bag of leftovers falling from your grasp. You continued to kiss out on the sidewalk covered in rain for what felt like hours until he pulled away. 

“You're shivering, let’s get inside.” You nodded, as you led him up your steps into your apartment. Once you entered you went into your room giving him an extra set of clothes before slipping into some of your own. 

You grabbed a blanket and got settled on the couch as he changed. When he slipped into the room you gestured for him to join you and he did. You fell asleep that night laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around you securely. He had his first nightmare less sleep in years as your scent and warmth surrounded him. You would talk about what this meant for the both of you in the morning. For now you would enjoy the embrace of the other.

A/N: A surprise out of schedule post today in honor of it being my besties birthday! Happy Birthday Love @theeleggymeggy! Plus a bonus gif as an extra present!❣️❣️

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[buckysfaveplum]

between two lungs

chapter 1

summary: y/n is desperate as her coven is in jeopardy. with no one else to turn to, she gives bucky a call

pairing: bucky barnes x witch!female reader

word count: 2.4k

warning: none really, mentions of witchcraft (always in this series), maybe some of Bucky's sad boi thoughts? thats it

a/n: y'all so sorry this came so late! I know how many of you were excited for this. I've been sooooo swamped lately so pls forgive me. this series will have no schedualed updates so i hope that's okay. i'll try to stay on top of it as i can! but pls enjoy!!!

(also the witchcraft in this series is not intended to be based on any real practices or religions etc. it's purely fantasy just like films and books)

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“How was therapy?”

“Same as always, boring.”

“Did anything big happen today? Any breakthroughs on the nightmares?”

“You know I don’t talk about those with her.”

“I know, just thought I’d ask.”

“When are you coming back to the city?”

“I’m not sure, I’m needed here. Things have been…strange.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

-

New York City was a cold place. The steel of the tall skyscrapers and smooth reflective windows of the buildings always made it seem more empty and cool than it was. New York City was not empty, not with over eight million people scrambling for housing. Not with subway cars packed so tight you couldn’t even relax your shoulders. The city was bustling and booming, yet Bucky never felt any of it.

Brooklyn wasn’t the same as he remembered. Sure, his memory was a splotchy, watercolor painting full of vague and blurry moments- but even he could feel the change in the borough. The small mom-and-pop coffee shops he used to grab a scolding cup of joe were now trendy cafes with neon signs and sleek black stools. The quaint apartment buildings once full of families and the working class were now packed with college transplants looking for an ‘authentic’ new york experience. The only familiarities in the neighborhood were the brick walls and crumbling stoops, reminding him of the summers he and Steve would spend talking on the steps til dusk.

Adjusting to his new life came with difficulties Bucky had never thought of. The journey of recovery was long and grueling but was making his way. The list of amends now complete and his mandatory therapy finished, he was finally headed in the right direction. Bucky decided to keep seeing Raynor. Her straightforward and blunt personality put him off, but deep down, he liked the routine. The comfort of being able to sit for an hour and just talk. After the breakthrough with Sam, his sessions had finally become productive. And besides, the guaranteed company at least once a week was nice.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was lonely. He never imagined himself longing for the comfort of other people. Especially after all he’d endured. The early years of his recovery resulted in habits of a recluse with a cold exterior. The six months after the Blip, he was in a sort of purgatory. Stuck between wanting desperately to recover, to move on and finally become a person again, and wanting to crawl into his dingy studio and let the weight of his past life swallow him whole. His time with Sam was a wake-up call, the kick he needed to get moving. He missed his friend; missed his irritating nature and pushy attitude (he’d never let Sam know that of course). But there was something else, someone else.

Steve left your phone number for him when he told Bucky he was returning to Peggy. Bucky couldn’t understand why. Why would his best friend, the only constant in his life, the only person to think highly of him, leave? And leave him with nothing but a phone number. He never could have known how much he would need that.

You were an old friend, that’s what he told him. A friend through work who was good. A good person Bucky could trust. Steve told him you came to the city often for personal matters, maybe once a month. You would be there for him. You knew of his past and who he was, you were old friends after all. Of course, Steve would fill you in on his best friend. You were a shoulder for Bucky to lean on. 

Bucky made the first move, well, technically Raynor did when she found out about the number. She asked Bucky if he’d mind if she texted you for him, he didn’t seem to care at the time. It was the best decision he could have made, and he didn’t even make it. 

You were a breath of life into his stiff body. Your cool and calming aura always knew how to make him feel better. Whether a text or phone call, he could talk to you for hours. On days he couldn’t talk, he’d listen. Of your life, your job, anything. You were many things to Bucky, but boring wasn’t one of them. 

He’d count down the days til you’d appear in the city again. He couldn’t get enough of you; how you’d greet him with a firm hug, your fingertips pressing into the nape of his neck and sending chills down his spine. You’d often end up crashing on his couch while there, staying up so late chatting there was no point in leaving. Bucky would never complain.

Steve had told him that day that you were just what he needed. Someone to confide in, someone to care for, someone to spend time with. A friend. Bucky thought he was full of shit. Till that first phone call. He was hooked ever since. Like he was under your spell, but that was a bit too on the nose.

-

“Y/n, could you grab me that book from the top shell?”

“Of course!” 

The soft leather warmed under your touch as you pulled the book from the mahogany bookshelf. Dust sprinkled down as you descended the ladder and came to the table at the center of the study. The heels of your thousand button boots clicked across the dark marble floors. With a smile, you placed the book on the table, a loud thud filling the room. 

You loved the time you got to spend in the grand study. Whenever your superior would call on you for help, you gladly came, excited to learn as much as you could about your craft. You watched now as the older woman before you read from one of the old spell books, looking for guidance from witches of the past.

Allegra was a witch wise beyond her years. Living through decades of civil unrest, political protest, economic ups and downs, and growth of equality. On top of all that, rising in ranks through her coven, taking place at the top at the young age of twenty-one. She was a woman of power and resilience. Though witches of the past hid, she put herself front and center in every line of action. She valorously took action during the rise of the civil rights movement of the 60s, and her presence was felt with her sisters during the wave of women's activism in the 70s. The deep wrinkles in her forehead showed the toll the years had taken on her, while the great smile lines around her mouth showed the joyous triumphs of her life. The most well-respected witch you knew, Allegra was a force to be reckoned with.

“Y/n, could you take a look at this for me, dear?” Allegra asked, stepping to the side to allow you space in front of the book. You nodded, moving around the table to see.

Your eyes scanned the pages, taking in the runes and writings of your sisters from hundreds of years ago. Spells were much less common now, years of growth and evolution from thousands of covens rendering them a more traditional and dated practice of witchcraft. While still a necessary part of the craft, witches like yourself could do much more now without the aging books.

“I don’t see what I’m supposed to be looking for?” You asked, still intently working through the pages. 

“Here,” Allegra said, pointing to the paragraph at the bottom of the page. “This witch writes of disappearances similar to ours, only years ago. The circumstances are nearly identical, young witches fading from their covens with no explanation, strange weather patterns, a withering High Witch. I fear what’s here is what we’re facing now, Y/n.”

“Forgive my defiance, Ms, but only two witches have left us. And the weather, it’s New Orleans, what do you expect?” You asked, a small smirk on your face at her last quip. Allegra smiled, pulling the book back to her and clapping it shut.

“I admire your optimism, dear. But we can’t afford it,” she said, walking over to the bookshelf, ascending the ladder to return the text. You followed behind her, the billowing lace of your skirt floating around your legs. “The signs are all there, we need to prepare ourselves.”

“Allegra, I’m sorry, but is this not a bit rash? This could be something much less extreme. I mean our coven is still rather full. And our High Witch, she’s not withering. She’s as powerful as ever,” You said, looking up at your elder. You were just met with a half smile, bittersweet and telling. Her hair bounced and shone in the light trickling in from the stain-glass windows of the room, illuminating her like the beacon she was for her coven. “You’re not withering, are you?”

“I’ve been fading for months, dear,” she said, descending the ladder. Her long, boney hands took yours and held them to her chest. For the first time, you could truly see her age, the woman was tired. 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me sooner? Tell the girls?” You asked, urgent as the gravity of the situation rushed over you. What would your coven be without your leader? 

Allegra sighed, taking a seat in one of the lush green velvet chairs in the seating area. Y/n came to her side, kneeling at her armrest and taking her hand.

“Why? Are you sick?” she asked. The older woman just shook her head. She gave the younger witch at her feet a soft smile.

“I’ve felt it for weeks now. The energy has been off, our coven has been losing its power. I can feel it every day. The balance of dark is taking over. It’s taken everything in me to protect you girls. But I don’t know how much longer I can,” Allegra said.

“You didn’t tell me the balance was off. Why? I’m your apprentice,” You said.

“I thought the same as you at first, a small upset in the balance. But now I fear we’re facing what our sisters of centuries ago almost perished to,” the older woman said. 

“So you think,” You started.

“Yes, Y/n. I think dark magic is taking over.”

-

Bucky couldn’t stop staring at his phone. You hadn’t answered any of his texts in days, not since that last phone call. He was embarrassed to admit it, but maybe he was a bit clingy. But could anyone blame him? After everything he’d been through, he wasn’t used to having people he cared about in his life. It stung like no other pain when Steve left. Now that he had someone new in his life he was attached to, he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe you were hurt, something happened like an accident. Were you in trouble? Did something or someone do something to you? He wasn’t too familiar with the mystical side of the world, always baffled when he heard of Strange or Thor. But he knew enough to know he had reason to worry.

But what if it was none of that? What if you simply got tired of him? Finally growing sick of the role of babysitter Steve assigned you. You always said to Bucky you were truly his friend, that you weren’t just around due to an obligation you felt to the former Captain America. That you cared for him and loved having him in your life. But deep inside, Bucky always had a hard time believing you. You were a powerful, strong, intelligent woman; someone important and destined for great things. Why would you waste time on him?

His eyes couldn’t leave the little green button at the button of the app. Don’t call her, she clearly doesn’t want to talk right now, that’s all that ran through his head. But he couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. He had to call, one more time. If you were annoyed and didn’t want to talk with him anymore, that would be fine. But he just needed to know you were okay.

Before he could press call, his phone began to buzz. The little device shook and vibrated as a picture of the new Captain America began to flash across the screen. Bucky’s eyes rolled at the Marvin Gaye ringtone that blasted through the speaker. Sam had added that to his phone when he saw him last, against Bucky’s wishes. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea how to get rid of it.

“What?” Bucky asked, picking up the call.

“Well good morning to you too,” Sam said, his sarcastic tone seeping through the phone.

“Sorry, it’s just not the best time.” 

“It never is with you,” Sam said, jokingly. He paused for a minute before continuing. “Look, I know it’s short notice, but I need your help with a situation.”

“What kind of situation?” Bucky asked.

“Disappearances. Young women across the lakes between Delacroix and New Orleans.”

Bucky’s ears perked up at that. New Orleans, that’s where you were. Were you one of the women Sam was talking about? Bucky zoned out as Sam continued, his mind spiraling in a way only he could. Every worst-case scenario he could imagine smacked him in the face. 

“...I don’t know what’s going on, I was asked to handle the situation but I need help. Can you be in Delacroix by tomorrow?” Sam asked. That brought Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Yea. I’ll see you then.”

Before Sam could say anything else, Bucky ended the call. Digging through his closet for his bag and gear. All he could think about was seeing you, checking in, and making sure you were okay. If you didn’t want to see him, so be it, but at least he’d finally have peace of mind.

Throwing his bag on the counter, he began tucking his gear and some clothes into the large duffle. As he shoved his boxers into the side pocket of the bag, his phone flashed with a message. It was probably Sam, sending him more information, where to meet him, stuff like that. Dropping his clothes, he took the phone. His heart stopped. Your name flashed on his screen, followed by a short message.

Bucky, I need your help. Can you come to New Orleans?

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[peaky-shelby]

Delicate | Frank Castle

Previous Episodes: prologue, episode 1, episode 2

Summary: Alex Walker and Frank Castle have one thing in common and that's how delicate they are. He is back but the girls he remembers is gone, could that possibly be his fault

Episode: Call it what you want

Author's note: want to make this into a big story, if you want more lmk pls

Next episode: episode 4

Nobody's heard from me for months

Alexandra pulled the bandage off her fresh wound, groaning when no one was listening in pain and discomfort. She placed a clean one over her skin and threw the different one on the dumpster, sighing in relief. Then she pulled down her shirt, covering her night life with a simple movement and walked out of her bedroom, snatching her bag from the chair.

When she walked in her living room, she jumped in fear when she unexpectedly saw her friend, sitting on the couch, with his cane in between his legs and his glasses on to hide he, probably bruised, eyes. She held on to her chest breathing loudly and stared at him, a bit annoyed.

“I think half of the problems would be sorted if the men in my life learned to knock on the door for a change!”

“Where were you last night?”

She rolled her eyes and threw her bag on the floor- where her table was supposed to be- and walked over to the counter to put some coffee for herself “Couldn’t your antenna reach me then?”

“You know it couldn’t.”

She shrugged “didn’t really think about it, considering I don’t belong to you anymore”

Matt stood up, turning to her direction. “You never belonged to me.”

“I know that. Do you know that?” she asked, taking a bite from an apple she had left on the basket on the counter. Matt lowered his head, biting on his lip.

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Second thing that would make my problems go away. Men trying to protect me. Why don’t you all take your protection and shove it up your ass instead-“ she threw the apple on the sink and walked quickly back to where she had left her bag, picked it up and went straight for the door. “By the way I’m changing the locks” she said and shut the door, leaving matt alone in her living room.

Matt sat back on the couch, holding tight on his cane and keeping his head low. His facial expression was stiff and his posture gave away how worried he was. His slipped his hand on his pocket and called an unknown number who had called him just a few hours before.

“I need more time.”

•••

Alexandra was listening to music. Shutting out the world since in the last couple of months she would get triggered by tiny things. Feeling her skin shiver, her hair standing up and her thoughts going red.

She walked down the subway, stood in between the normal people like she was normal as well and walked out when she reached her stop.

After cutting all ties, or at least the ones she could, with Matt Murdock she was forced to search for a new career, something she could be good at. Much like Karen had done a while back. Journalism didn’t really fit with her, writing articles wasn’t one of her talents and it required a lot of patience that she didn’t have. She thought about being a nurse, putting her knowledge to use but she didn’t trust herself to stay calm around blood. The sight of dark red still triggered some of her must troubled emotions. After searching a while, she found herself the perfect fit.

“Oh Lexie! Thank goodness! I have to run, my grandson had a fall in school. His parents can’t go, so I must go, you understand.”

Alexandra left her bag on the chair by the counter, which was filled with flowers and half finished bouquets.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you darling.”

Alex would spend her morning hours with greens instead of reds. Planting seeds instead of bullets. The irony of it hadn’t slipped her attention and sometimes she found herself laughing about but she was proud of her profession, proud of what she was doing and the way she had found to sooth herself even at the worst times.

She took one of the pots and started clearing the plants, cutting and sharpening wherever it was needed, her mind taken off the usual troubles. Focused on her craft she completely missed the entrance of a woman in the shop and only when she heard her chuckling, she stopped. She kept her head low even then, annoyed and even a little angry.

“cute.”

Alex left down her scissors and looked up, biting on her tongue. The woman across from her didn’t look much different from what she remembered. Her short curly hair hid her wound very well and eyes remained as cold as she remembered, always searching for justice.

“what do you want here?”

“I know he’s back.”

Alex laughed, moved away from the counter with the pot and left it on the ground. “I’m not his secretary you know.”

“I need to talk to him Alex.”

“get in line.” She whispered picking up another pot and digging in the mud.

Madani walked around the flower shop, crossing her arms and looking at the plants. “one way or another you always get your hands dirty Walker. Whether its blood or mud, some things never change.” Madani sat down, in the chair that was meant for the costumers while Alex kept working on her plants. “do you know where he is?”

“No.”

“Did he join you last night?”

Alex stood still. Glimpses coming back to her from yesterday’s night, her wound stinking under her clean clothes. “Last night I was in my bedroom watching the Notebook. Frank would rather torture over it.”

Madani laughed, leaning closer to the counter “how long you think you can keep this silly play up before you end up like Castle? Running from the law, owing favors left and right. You’re turning into him-“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dinah and frankly, I don’t care. I don’t know where Frank is, I don’t know what he’s up to and I got scars to prove that he doesn’t care all that much about me either.”

“Listen to me. I’m not the enemy, I’m not here to hurt him-“ Alex turned away from her and walked at the back of the store where she was met with an unexpected visitor, she held in her gasp as he grabbed her to his chest, putting his hand over her mouth to keep her silent “I need him to meet with Russo.” Continued Dinah. Frank let go Alex slowly, allowing her to face him. She made a fist her hands, forcing herself to remain still so she wouldn’t punch him. In that moment they were so close to each other, looking at each other, with all kinds of excuses. “He’s lying to us, pretending he doesn’t remember so we will pity him.” Frank reached for her arm but Alex shook him off immediately and grabbed one of the empty pots on the floor, walking out without saying anything. “he has a plan” said Dinah when she joined her again.

Alex placed the larger plot on the counter, paying little attention to what the woman was saying. Dinah stood up, she pulled her hair behind her ear, her scar was almost evident when Alex looked at her. A sudden glimpse of that night came back to her and she felt a pain in her chest, she placed her hand there out of instinct. Madani must have noticed considering her next question “You still get nightmares too, don’t you?”

“Nothing like yours.”

“I have a bad feeling Alex. A storm is coming and we are in the center of it. Billy is playing us, how can a person forget all the evil he’s done that easy? Frank needs to see him. Just gave him that message when he comes to you again.” Madani turned to leave, Alex made a step forward.

“He never told you did he? What happened to me.”

Madani looked at her, narrowing her eyes.

“I was in an accident, a long time ago. I got hit in the head, I lost everything. My name, my family, my life. You have no idea what that does to a person. If you’re afraid that he’s lying then you’re a fool. You should be more scared of him telling the truth.” Alex walked closer “because if he is then you’re no longer against a person, you’re against a monster far worse than he ever was before.”

Madani stared at her, crossing her arms to her chest “just tell frank to come and see me.” With that she left and a few minutes after her exit Alex heard frank coming out of the shadows. She didn’t turn to face him or say anything until he did.

“I know you do not want to speak to me so I’ll do the talking and then I’ll go.”

Alex picked up a bunch of roses and white flowers and left them on he counter. She started placing them next to each other carefully, to make it into a bouquet.

“I’m on the trail of a big job. Woman trafficking.” Her hands froze. She held on her breath. He walked around the counter so he would be facing her “They take little girls and train them.” Her eyes shot up, she gripped on the roses, the thorns piercing her skin. “I need your help Alex-“

“I can’t” she said quickly, it came out as a whisper, a complain. He walked back next to her and held her hands, pulling them away from the roses. She avoided his eyes, staring at the ground.

“It could be the same people that held you-“

“Shut up!” she snapped, pulling her hands away “just shut up! I can’t do this; I can’t be around you.” Her pulse started beating faster, her breathing louder “we can never be a team again Frank. I don’t trust myself around you anymore.” He tried reaching for her, she slapped his hand away “you don’t understand, do you? What happened to me after you left! I can’t control myself anymore- you let the beast out, you were the only one that could tame and then you left!”

“And now I’m back and I have evidence that you can use-“

“I don’t care about your fucking evidence! I don’t want it-“ her voice cracked, her eyes started to hurt, tears pushing to be let out in sobs “I don’t want any of it anymore! Because I can’t take it, I thought I could, I wanted to be able to but I can’t” her voice trembled “so please, just leave.”

Frank stood still for a moment, staring at her and then he turned and left. Alex looked at her palms, which were full of thorns and cursed under her sobs.

Frank sat in his car, laying his head back on the seat. He took in a loud breath and watched over the window at the flower shop. He couldn’t understand what happened to her, what had changed but there was definitely something different. There was always madness in her, he always knew that. First time he had seen it was in her bathroom but he could control it too because she let him. They completed each other in that way, her madness made him feel sane and she was always there to help him, eager too.

The night that everybody thought that he had murdered Reyes and Tepper, he stopped her on the street while she was on her way to Karen Page. It was the first time she looked like she had little faith in him, almost like a part of her believed that he was the one that did it.

“You friend is the next target.”

“Stay away from Karen.”

“I’m trying to protect her. They will come for her and they will come for you and anyone who is digging into the story.”

“That’s what happens when you raddle trees with fucking snakes on them Frank. People get attacked.”

“Listen to me- It wasn’t me! You’ve trusted me before, I need you to do it, one last time.”

And she did she led him to Karen’s safe house and he was right. There was an attack on her life a few moments after. While they all stood in her room each trying to convince each other of something, bullets started falling through the windows. Alex jumped on frank to pull him down, who fell on Karen, pushing her on the floor. Alex cuddled herself as the bullets hit the glass, waiting for the storm to pass. Frank watched her as he shielded Karen, terrified that she would go through the same panic attack she did when they first met but she didn’t. when the gun fire was over, she reached for Karen.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Frank moved away from them, sitting down, breathing loudly. Alex gave him a look and he nodded, letting her know he was fine as well.

“We need to move.”

“Go where? Everyone is looking for you Castle!” Karen held her head. “And me apparently”

“maybe that’s a good thing.” Whispered Alex and looked at frank with an intense gaze. Frank didn’t need long to realize what she was saying and neither did Karen who was completely against the idea.

“Are you both insane?”

“don’t tell matt about this.” She got on her knees and got Karen’s gun from the floor. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Alex… this is too dangerous.”

“That’s why you’re gonna stay here. Let me and frank take over.”

“its not a good idea.”

“It’s the only one we have.”

Somehow, he and she always found themselves caught up in situations with very few and very bad ideas it didn’t stop them. They drove to a dinner close by and frank could still remember the silence. Similar to the one right now, in his empty car and he had reached his destination before he had even realized where he was driving to.

He got out of the car shutting the door and pulled up his hoodie to hide his face. He stood in front of the familiar building, reading the golden sign “Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at law”. He put aside his doubts about what he was doing and entered the building.

•••

Matt was sitting on his desk, reading some legal documents, striking his fingers across the dots on the white pages when suddenly he heard steps out of the office, going back and forth and a beating heart, an anxious heart. Then there was a knock, foggy opened the door, his breathing got faster, he started sweating.

“Is he here?” he recognized the voice immediately. Frank Castle. He closed the folders in front of him, listened to the exchange of the two men on the inside room, preparing himself to meet frank. He thought about the last time he had met him, in Alex’s house. They fought that night, broke her table, 9 months ago and from what he knew she still hadn’t gotten a new one.

Frank came in his office, very confident in his movements. He closed the door without saying anything and sat across from him. At some point he reached for the cookies matt had on his desk and got one for himself. Meanwhile matt could feel his eyes on him, staring at him.

“So are you blind or not, because I am confused.” He asked while chewing on the cookie. Matt took in his scent, similar to the one he’d caught in Alex’s house this morning. “How does it work?” frank stretched his hand to get another cookie but matt reached the dish faster and pulled it away from frank and closer to himself. He heard him scoff and lay back on his chair.

“Something in between” he answered coldly “what are you doing here?”

Frank licked the chocolate of his fingers “we only have one thing in common. So, what do you think?”

“Since when do you come to me when you need her?” he tilted “is it ever since you abandoned her-“

Frank leaned forward, hitting his hand on the desk and pointed at matt “you told me not to come up with you!”

“its been 9 months and you couldn’t even send a text”

“Now you wanted me to text her? You must be the most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life!” frank got up and paced around the room “you know I did what I had to do. Don’t blame me if it backfired at you.”

“And what do you want now?”

“I’m close to an organization. Human trafficking. Little girls.” Matt raised his head. Suddenly very interested about what he was saying “I met a girl about a month ago. She sent to kill me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was digging on the wrong people’s garbage. You know how it is, don’t you?”

Matt reached for a pen he had on his desk, holding tight on to it “and did you kill her?”

Frank turned and looked at matt “I almost did. Then I looked in her eyes and all I could see was emptiness, zero purpose. It reminded me of Lexie.” He started moving back to his chair “so I kept her around to ask some questions. She didn’t make a lot of sense…” he sat down “but she said something about an organization.” Matt held tighter on the pen “and then, right in front of my eyes, she died.” He got another cookie throwing it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Matt threw the pen he was holding on the desk and stood up. He drew a hand over his mouth and chin and then put his hands on his hips.

“You look a little freaked out Red.” He licked his thumb to get rid of the chocolate “it wouldn’t be because you already knew about this, would it?”

Matt bit on his tongue, holding back the things he wanted to say to him. “Did you go to Alex with this?”

“I tried. But she says, she wants no part in this.”

Matt stretched out his hand “and that’s for the best.” Frank laughed “you don’t understand the size of what you are messing with Frank! Listen to me- you don’t want to be part of this! There’s reason I kept Alex away from this and-“

“Have been lying to her ever since you met her when you knew exactly where she was coming from!”

“Believe it or not it was for her safety.”

“I don’t care about you reasons Red” he leaned forward “and I don’t care about your objections!”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because she deserves to know the truth and she deserves to be there when I bring that shit to the ground!” Matt laughed, shaking his head. “You think I am joking around Murdock?”

“I think you are a damn fool if you think its gonna be that easy.” He balanced his hands on the desk “and if you think I’ll have any part in convincing Alex to go with you.” He pointed a him “twice you’ve left her for dead. One time in the docks and the other on the carrousel- maybe she is tired of dying for you, have you thought of that?”

“that’s what you think I am here for? I don’t need you to convince her, I need to understand what the hell happened while I was away because the girl I met today, is nothing like the one I knew.”

“she’s going through a hard time-“

“A hard time?” he scoffed and stood up, waving his hand “did you know she goes out alone fighting gangs by herself- she killed two people in front of me the other night. So don’t fuck with me-“

“I’m trying to fix it!”

“she’s not a broken toy Murdock! What the fuck are you fixing? What the fuck is going on-“

Foggy opened the door, interrupting them. Frank gave him a quick glance and then turned his back on him “we have to go to court. We are late.”

Matt picked his suit from his chair and put it on, he picked up his bag with all the documents and he left without answering any of his questions. He walked down the stairs quickly with foggy on his side and when he reached the outside world, he let out a heavy breath, relaxing his tie and leaning forward, holding on to the nearest wall.

“What’s wrong?” asked foggy, the worry on his voice was evident.

“Nothing-“ her heartbeat, slow and weak, echoed in his ears. Along side, the sound of blood gushing out her open wound. The feeling of uselessness he felt. Foggy put a hand on his shoulder.

“You want water?”

“No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine!” he stood straight again and sneak his arms around foggy’s, letting him lead him to his car.

•••

The one place she hated most in the world were hospitals. There was no other place that killed hope quicker than this. Alex kept her eyes on the floor while walking, she didn’t want to see anybody’s face. She snuck herself in one of closets the nurses kept their robes and grabbed one of them, putting it on and pulling her hair up on a pun. When she came out, she looked to her right and a doctor who had his glasses hanging from the pocket on his chest was coming towards her. She walked quickly in his direction, making sure to note the name he had written on his ID card and then bumping on to him and snatching his glasses while apologizing for the accident. The doctor waved her off and she moved along. She put on the glasses and made a turn, when she saw a nurse going in the room she wanted to go.

She caught up to her, pulling her arm. The woman turned around and Alex read her name on her ID card “Lily, Dr. Ford asked for you?” she said confidently.

“What the hell does he want? I’m doing a routine check up!”

“Something about a patient. Yesterday’s incident.”

Lily sighs and hands her the folder with the patience’s information. “Finish this for me. Hey, boys-“ lily looked at the security guards standing in front of the door “she’s taking over for today.”

The guards nodded and opened the door, letting her walk in the room. Too easy, she thought to herself while walking inside. The door shut closed behind her, she jumped at the sound, her eyes closing out of instinct. When she opened them again the room was dark, silent. She could see ghosts standing by the corners, memories in shadows and the silence allowed for the noises in her head to get louder. Whispers, screams, her name.

She shook her head and focused on what she was holding, a folder. She walked closer to the patient laying on the bed, unmoved. She got to the window, opened the curtains, the patient whined when the light got up to him and she turned to look at him.

Billy Russo, tilted his head enough to be able to see her, for the first time she saw his scars, she gasped, the folder dropping from her hands.

She saw it with her own eyes and now it was replaying in her head, frank pushing against the mirror, dragging his face along the shattered glass, his screams, his cries and Frank relentless, pushing harder. She moved back to the window, holding on the railings they’d put there for protection and tried to catch her breath, remove the sigh from her mind.

“Who are you?” asked Billy, his voice weak but loud enough.

So Madani was right he didn’t remember anything. Goddamn she knew that feeling all too well. She took in a deep breath and moved away from the window closer to him, she kept her gaze on the floor, avoiding his face.

“We met a long time ago.”

“I can’t remember.” He mumbled.

She raised her hand, held on the bed. “that’s alright.” She answered, finally lifting her eyes to look at his scar and every part of her wanted to throw up but she held back “I was there when you got these.”

“The scars?” Billy moved a little on his bed, tried to sit better “you know who did it?”

“I do.” She whispered.

“Was it you?”

“no.” she sat on the edge of the bed “but some nights I wish it was.” She abruptly grabbed his throat, her grip staying tight around his neck. He started struggling, kicking and punching the air but he was nowhere near as strong as he used to. “you killed me that night- if you can’t remember anything else remember that and when you are struggling with shadows and faces and colors you can’t even recognize, remember that If you dare to walk out this hospital, ill come for you and cut your face in half!” she let his face drop back and left the room. Not looking back.

[bubblyhoney]

buncha kisses

warnings: mature language, Good music mention, slight suggestive content, lotta name calling!, basically just fluff

tags: sapnap x fem!reader (a continuation of [renamed from “a collection of moments at the beginning of your relationship”] win for me, basically, with college!au)

words: 1447

A/N: a very sweet anon requested a continuation of college!au with sappy and had some great ideas for me! i love when you guys interact and talk with me pls continue to do so! been receiving a lot of really encouraging attention from some of my favorite people (ahem, for example @strawberrymilkgeorge [among others] <3) so i just wanted to say thanks for that :)

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It’s a sticky day in May.

It’s that kind of hot that irritates under the skin and works its way through the hair on your arms. Makes you want to either rip your skin off or sink into a pool full of ice.

May is a month that Florida doesn’t take very well; it’s either raining like it’s the Great Flood, or hot as a mosquito’s ball sack.

And to make matters worse, it’s the due date of a huge calculus project. Like— weighted heavier than the final kind of huge.

You’d gotten up three hours before your final at 9 just to cram. Your desk was littered with folders, chapter notes, and highlighters dull with use. A half-eaten bagel was off to the side, staling by the second.

That was before your AC broke. Yup. Broke. Ka-put. Just full on died—it was almost audible. Your roommate had stumbled into your room, face creased with sleep, and cursed for thirty seconds straight.

Completely understandable, actually.

But you didn’t have time to fret about the damn temperature. You just took your shirt off, kicked the box fan near your bed into the highest gear, and breathed hot anger down into your notes.

The only relief you would find would be lunch with Sapnap after your final. His apartment had air conditioning, and he was surprisingly deft with a knife and cutting board. Dude didn’t know how to figure the mechanics for emailing his film class project to you that one time last semester but could whip up a Greek salad and broiled chicken like no other. Your own little Gordon Ramsey.

He was yours now, officially. As of last month he was yours. A month full of drive-in movies, failed study dates, and an absurd amount of McFlurry’s.

And that’s what is waiting for you in Sapnap’s cup holder when you swing your way into his car with an exasperated look on your face. You just melt, eyes flicking up to his gratefully and silently taking it.

“How was the final?” He lays a hand on the gear shifter and nudges the AC up one more tick. The door closes behind you and you shuffle your legs apart, leg hair tingling in this heat.

“It was fucking brutal. I think I developed an ulcer just looking at the reference page,” you huff and he just shakes his head, laugh hot on his lips. “Absolutely not worth the studying—think I got a good grade, though.”

“Well, that’s cool. I’m proud of you.” The engine chugs to life when he shifts into drive and starts for the side street.

“Thanks.” Your cheeks blush ever so lightly but you pass it off to the heat. A moment passes. “So.” The straw makes a choking noise as it nudges at the bottom of an empty cup. Jesus, you finished that fast. “What’s on the menu for today?” Brandy’s Sunny Day lilts softly into the blasting air as you settle into a comfortable conversation, schoolwork at the back of your mind.

“Thinking of making banana chocolate chip muffins and pigging on those. Thoughts?” Flicking on his left turn signal with his left hand, the right slides onto your knee.

It’s never too hot for that.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply, voice small in a sudden bout of shyness. He double-takes with a smile, squeezing once at your leg.

Pigging is a perfect term for what you two do the second those muffins are out of the oven; it is too easy to shove three of those in a matter of seconds. Bellies full and in a sugar coma, you two lay under the whirring of his living room’s fan and stare up at the ceiling.

“This feels so good,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. Reaching a hand out, he pats his way to your hand and takes it, immediately squeezing it. “Wish you were kissing me right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” You taunt and hike a leg up onto his hips, swinging onto his lap and leaning to get your lips near his.

And that’s that.

The night is perfect.

Sapnap ushered you into his car at midnight and within four minutes you were on a US freeway with your head out the window. Like a dog.

A lone bird flies past in the dark air and you watch it swing into a patch of trees. You just close your eyes and breathe.

The stress literally melts. Melts into a puddle and drips out of you, falling onto the black pavement whipping past at a moment’s notice. School is a bitch already, much less an American college education. Grades and tests and professors and GPA’s and all that.

You swear Logan Lerman’s character knew what he was talking about when he said “we were infinite” in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. That’s what this feels like: infinity. Going 70 in a car driven by your hunk of a boyfriend, feeling the wind in your hair and the taste of midnight in between your teeth.

The inside of the car feels sweet when you duck your head back in, smile wide and hair crazy and a content look in your eyes. Sapnap gives you a glance before looking back at the road nonchalantly and lifting to curl and twitch two fingers at you. You instinctively move forward, eyebrows drawn together in curiosity. Three fingers grip your jaw tight, and then his mouth is on yours as the chorus of The King swells through the speakers. You only get two seconds to hum in happiness and slide a hand up his chest before he’s pulling away and has those beautiful eyes back on the road.

“You’re mean to me,” you sigh, and settle back into your seat with a ‘hmph’. He just looks smug. Bastard.

The nights Sapnap plays video games with his friends are—hm. Definitely something. You like to let him have those nights with no distractions most of the time; and you’re categorized as a distraction by the amount of times he “lags” when giving you a kiss or getting you on his lap.

Tonight, he got off work early and on the drive home called and asked if you’d come over and sit with him while he Robloxes with his friends. (“It’s like you can’t go one day without your hands on me,” you’d teased, but he couldn’t say a thing in response. You were right, needless to say.) “You can bring your paints!” he’d even added, knowing you like to watercolor as a hobby. You weren’t necessarily Etsy-worthy but it was fun and a stress-reliever.

And so here you were. Legs crossed, sketch pad in your lap, watching your adult boyfriend yell so loud that his voice cracks and breaks with every change of tone. You really had to remember to apologize to his neighbors…

“Baby—,” Sapnap starts, swinging around in his chair to hit you with a look so pouty his lip was in danger of falling off. “My dear girlfriend. My lovely woman.” His question doesn’t even need to be asked— he wants you to go get him a drink.

“You’re a misogynist. I’m calling NOW on you.” But you’re already heaving yourself off of his mattress and heading into the hallway, faux-annoyed look on your face. It melts into a smile upon seeing that little canvas mounted on the wall next to the door to his bathroom. It was a haphazard portrait of his parent’s dog Bowser that you’d drawn the few days his step-mom forced him to bring you home over spring break.

When you return to his room a few minutes later with a Bang and a couple of snacks for yourself, Sapnap has his headphones off and is swinging his feet in his chair like a child waiting for their parents to pick them up from school. You approach him, apprehensive smile on your face, and hand his drink over.

“Thank you,” he drawls, mid-yawn, and sets it down on the desk. Snaking an arm around your waist, he drags you between his legs and stuffs his face into your shirt. He inhales deeply but pulls away after a pause, hands tight on your abdomen. You press a thumb into his cheek and rub fondly at his facial hair, watching the way his eyes close calmly and relax.

“You’re so cute it causes me physical pain,” is all you get out before leaning and pressing a kiss square on his pink lips. They move against yours like they were meant to, one hand sliding up the material of your shirt and onto your warm skin.

“You smell like Subway,” he murmurs, and then the moment’s over.

Typical.

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[spenciegoob]

Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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[peach-pops]

Famous S/O HC

This is very self-indulgent cause I’m the type to make up fake scenarios where I’m famous and going on interviews and press tours asfjdks. If you guys want, I’ll make more of these! Oikawa+Tsukishima underneath the cut!

How The Haikyuu Boys Find out that You’re Famous

-Bokuto- (Pro-Athlete) 

Bokuto knew you were an athlete but he had NO IDEA that you were super famous. Like he always thought it was normal for people to come up to you after your game to ask for pictures or autographs ??? 

I mean that’s why he was so drawn to you because of how much passion you had for your said sport cause duh he could relate

One day when you two were out at the mall, he told you that he needed to get new shoes to work out in and so the two of you went into the Nike store so he could look around

He was looking through the shoe aisle and after almost two hours of looking through the same shelves, he finally found a pair he liked (shopping with him is so time-consuming but that’s for a different day) 

when he found a pair he liked, the two of you made your way to the cashier to pay for his shoes. As the cashier was ringing Bokuto up, his eyes traveled up to the large poster/banner that was directly behind the cashier’s area and smiled to himself

It was a colorful promotional banner with a bunch of top athletes from around the world and as he’s looking at the banner, he sees this girl and he nudged you like,” Babe, she looks like you!” 

You look up from your phone and sure enough, you’re plastered on the wall posing with other athletes

“ Oh yeah, I didn’t think this shoot would come out until next month.”

Bokuto didn’t even process what you just said but my dude behind the cash register stopped scanning the shoes to turn his head to the banner and he turned PALE. 

He even does a double-take cause hold up, is there seriously a pro athlete in front of him?

“ Oh my god...You’re Y/N L/N!”

“ How do you know my…” Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the banner again and he even squinted like hold up

AND IT ALL SUDDENLY CLICKS FOR HIM

“ Y/N? That’s you!” 

“ Yeah-”

Bokuto can’t even believe it and he totally spaced out when you take a selfie with the guy behind the register with the banner in the background like UMMM HIS GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS WHAAAAAA

“ YOU’RE ON A NIKE POSTER OH MY GOD! LOOK YOU’RE ON THIS MAGAZINE WHA-”

Dude is totally making a scene in this store but he does not give a single fuck

As he’s walking you back home, he’s looking up all of your stats and even watches a compilation called “ 100 times Y/N L/N was a beast!” and he’s just shooketh 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE A FREAKING PRO ATHLETE??”  

“ I didn’t think it was a big deal I mean, you’re pretty famous too babe.” 

“ I DON’T HAVE A PROMOTIONAL BANNER WITH NIKE!” 

He’s not salty at all he’s just a bit emo cause he felt bad that he never even noticed before

As your fame grows, so does Bokuto’s with his volleyball career. You and him are described as a powerhouse couple and it really hypes the two of you up like THE POWER YALL POSSESS TOGETHER ON AND OFF THE COURT/FIELD/WHATEVER

Lots of training together and joint interviews together like Wired autocomplete or your favorite ~THIRST TWEETS~

“ ~Bokuto could spike a volleyball in my face, crack my nose in two different places, and I’d thank him~ oh my god that’s horrible I would never do that.”

“ I mean, you’ve done it before haven’t you?”

“ That was different anyway, your turn Y/N!” 

*passes that clunky ass bucket*

“ ~Y/N L/N, please tie me up and- oh my god this is too dirty I can’t! My mom will watch this!” 

If you’re a pro volleyball player, you two get compared a lot and it bugged you at first since you felt like you two were two very different in terms of playing style but after a while, you both started to encourage the idea of your own playful rivalries like comparing stats and wins

But if you’re in a different sport, you two get asked questions like who’s sport is harder or what it would be like if you two switched sports like??? But because you two are in different fields, you both have such major respect for each other cause you can’t even imagine how much hard work it is 

He absolutely does not mind it at all when fans approach you two if you guys are on a date. He knows how important your relationship with fans are, especially if they’re younger girls who look up to you as a role model

Bokuto will fall in love with you all over again whenever you crouch down to a younger fan ughhhghgh

He doesn’t care for the paparazzi to be honest. he knows it comes with the territory but he will get a bit protective if they start to get too close to you 

“ Hey, we’re just trying to get back home so just let us through please,” but if it continues, he will not give a single fuck about being nice,” dude, what did I just say? Back off!” 

Mad!bokuto will be the death of me

He knows how stressful it is being a pro athlete but he will always remind you how proud he is of you and if he ever sees you overworking, he will make sure you take a day off even if that means just napping together all day

Long story short, Bokuto would be amazing to have by your side as you’re navigating being in the public eye and you may quote me on that

-Oikawa- (Actress)

This attention whore I swear 

So Oikawa knows that you act but he doesn’t know that you’re an actress (which is basically the same thing) 

Like as a kid you were in commercials and you had a small role in a tv show but it wasn’t like it was super popular. 

But what Oikawa didn’t know was that a couple months before you two started dating, you were flown out to America to star in an upcoming and highly anticipated movie 

since you were under a contract, you weren’t allowed to talk about it until the trailer dropped and it ate away at you because all you wanted to do was tell people especially your boyfriend 

ANYWAY He decided to take you on a date to the movie theatre and as you two were getting popcorn, these girls came up to you two 

“ Hi! Is it okay if we can get a picture with you?”

“Of course, how could I ever turn down my lovely fans-”

“ No, not you, Y/N!” 

Oikawa is just flabbergasted as the girls hand their phone to him so he can take a photo of you with your fans he deadass thinks it’s some prank

After the girls left, he gave you a weird-ass gaze and asked you what that was about but you just shrugged and told him that maybe it was because of ur mini part in that one tv show

So he thinks nothing about it and teased you that it was so cute how you had a mini fanbase and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty freaking cool 

You guys entered your theatre and got settled into your seats as the movie trailers started to play. 

(Oikawa loves watching trailers like this dude is the type to take you 45 minutes before the movie actually begins JUST to make sure he doesn’t miss anything)

As you’re chilling in your seat, you see the trailer to your movie so you do your best to keep your eyes on your boyfriend and the screen at the same time cause you want to see his reaction

The trailer plays and Oikawa seemed to be interested in the movie but again, it’s like any normal trailer UNTIL he hears your voice coming from the screen and he immediately sits up in his seat 

“ Wait- was that your voice?”

“ My voice?”

“ Nevermind, I think I’m going crazy-”

AND THEN HE SEES YOU ON THE SCREEN! Since it’s a trailer it was just about five seconds of an intense/dramatic scene but it’s enough for Oikawa to lose his mind

“ OH MY GOD THAT IS YOU!”

This prompts some people in the audience to shush him but Oikawa doesn’t care

“ OH SHUSH THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND! Y/N! THAT’S YOU!”

“ Toru oh my god yes that’s me but stop screaming or they’re gonna kick us out!” You whispered loudly as Oikawa clamped his hand over his mouth 

He’s so happy and he’s beaming with pride so he pulls out his phone and  records the trailer to post it in his group chat cause duh he wants to show the boys how proud he is but when he sees you kissing someone else for .6 seconds, Oikawa just (ㆆ_ㆆ) and stops recording

“ Are you okay babe?”

“ Was that real or CGI?”

“ The building crumbling is all CGI-”

“ No...the kiss.”

THIS DUMBASS LMAO HE’S SO SALTY AND JEALOUS 

“ Why didn’t you tell me you were this good?” 

“ I- I was always this good! But I couldn’t say anything, I’m under a contract!”

“ But you could’ve told me! I wouldn’t have told a soul!” 

That’s a whole ass lie, if he knew, he would’ve bragged about it to Iwaizumi 

But foreal, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend like as months pass and your following gets bigger, he just gushes cause yep that’s his famous girlfriend ( he will 100% use you sometimes for clout)

this dude LOVES bragging to his friends that he’s dating a famous actress. Like he was always showing you off and hyping you up before but it gives him such an ego boost when people find out the two of you are dating

Oikawa is an attention whore like I said so you know whenever the paparazzi appears, he eats it up and will pose which is SOO embarrassing like pls why do u do this

But there are some days where you don’t want to get recognized and he 100% understands so the two of you will wear disguises as to not get recognized. One time you two ended up getting caught so he just grabbed your hand and the two of you SPRINTED back to the subway

He will have all of your movies on DVD and if your movie is on a streaming service, he will buy a membership JUST so he can watch your movie

Sometimes you’ll come over to his house and he’ll always try to make you watch your movie for the millionth time 

“ Toru, can we please watch something else?” 

“ But my extremely talented and beautiful girlfriend is in this movie why would I watch anything but this?” 

Don’t be fooled he WILL skip through any kissing scenes or scenes where your character shows any type of affection to another character

LOVESSS tagging along with you to photoshoots, interviews, red carpet events ALL OF IT

Red carpet events give him a chance to dress up and lowkey his outfit is always one of the best there. He won’t outshine you per se but fans actually look forward to see what he’ll be wearing and he’s not even in any of the movies I- 

Your schedule gets pretty busy once your career takes off and even though there are certain time periods where you’re across the world, it won’t stop him from sending huge bouquets to your set 

Basically, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend and is overall so proud of how you managed to juggle your studies with your acting career 10/10 best boy 

-Tsukishima- ( Musician/Singer)

You and Tsuki had only been dating for a bit and since it was all still new, he kept it on the down-low because the last thing he needed was his teammates pestering him about a girl 

Tsuki knew you liked to sing and write songs but you never told him about how well known you were simply because he never asked

He just assumed it was a side thing for you UNTIL he showed up to practice and some of his teammates were huddled around Noya watching something on his tablet

“ Move your elbow! I can’t see-”

“ Watch your hand-”

“ Shush! I can’t hear her-”

“ What are you idiots watching?” Tsuki asked as he craned his neck to look at the screen

No one answered him so he started to watch the music video and low and behold, your face popped up on screen singing along to your lyrics that he’s heard a million times

Tsuki is a bit taken aback cause why is his girlfriend in such a high production video and why is his heart feeling some type of way seeing you in that outfit

Like lemme just take off my glasses and see that again ( •_•)>⌐■-■

” Where did you guys get that video?”

“ What do you mean, it’s online? She’s trending right now-”

“ God all of her songs are so good I want to see her live-” 

“ I can’t believe she goes to school with us-”

“ I wish she would step on me-”

“ Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend like that,” Tsuki said dryly as he glares at the back of Noya’s head, which prompted everyone to turn around

“ You’re dating Y/N L/N? Ha! That’s funny Tsuki!” Tanaka laughed as he slapped Tsuki in the back harshly

At first, even Tsuki was questioning himself like wait, is he even sure you’re dating? cause this girl in the music video was NOT the same girl he was on the phone with last night

 If you had asked Tsuki 10 seconds ago if he would ever reveal to the guys he was dating someone, he would say helllll no but now that he knew about this, he didn’t care about keeping the relationship a secret especially if they were thirsting over his girl

He had all the proof in the world that he was dating you but took the salty approach to prove it to them. He pulled out his phone and shot you a text even though you were in class

Tsuki: Come to the gym right now

Y/N: is everything ok?

Tsuki: just come quickly

You left your class to “use the restroom” and practically rushed to the gym thinking that something was wrong with your boyfriend. You slid into the gym, causing the boys to look up from the tablet and you ignored their shocked faces

“ Where’s Tsukishima?” 

The boys slowly did a doubletake from the music video back to you to make sure they were seeing correctly and even though you were a bit embarrassed to hear your song playing in the background, you were just worried about Tsuki

Tsuki walked out to you from behind the guys and you rushed over to him

“ Babe, what’s wrong?” 

“ BABE?!” 

The boys were shocked and the second years practically FAINTED in your presence 

Tsuki pulled the tablet from Noya’s cold, dead hands and showed you the screen,” Care to explain this?” 

“ I- Um, it’s my music video…”

“Well are you famous or something?” 

“ I wouldn’t say famous…more like upcoming artist?” 

And then the next week you’re a nominee for the VMA’s asjfkghdk

 honestly out of Oikawa and Bokuto, he probably handles it the best on the outside, he doesn’t make too big of a deal out of your fame but on the inside he’s can’t even believe it

He doesn’t go around shouting to the world that he’s dating the Y/N L/N but he has his own ways of supporting you. He’ll listen to your songs whenever he’s walking in the hallway or doing homework at home and he’ll catch himself liking tweets that are about you as long as they’re positive

He’s def the type to argue with people online if they say mean comments and will report/block them before you can even see it 

IDC how much he tries to hide it, he is deadass ur biggest fan. Tsuki will tease you about how nervous you act during interviews/award shows but he will ALWAYS go with you to ease your nerves even if he had prior plans

If you ever write a song for him, he gets SO RED AND EMBARRASSED so pls do that 

Will def call you baka for doing so but deep down, he’ll fall in love with you even more cause you’re able to put into words how he feels about you 

I don’t think he’ll be too comfortable with you posting about him but he knows he can’t do anything about people taking photos of the two of you out together in public

Tsuki would never be rude to your fans though like if you were recognized during a date, he wouldn’t make a fit and will take photos of you and your fans to speed the process along

He HATES HATES HATES the paparazzi’s like it’s one thing for fans to come up to you when yall are in public but he gets mad when the paparazzi harasses you with questions/pictures/comments

“ Y/N! Turn around and give a smile!” 

“ Not right now, I’m sorry.”

“ Oh come on, don’t be shy! Just show the camera a little skin!”

“ How about you shut the hell up before I smack that camera out of your face.”

Head empty, no thoughts, just thinking about Mad!tsuki

It’s a big adjustment for Tsukishima that he has a girlfriend in the entertainment sphere but he knows how hard you’ve worked for it and he would never tell you to stop living your dream 

Sometimes he’ll feel insecure because you’re so successful and he doesn’t want to hold you back but since he can’t imagine being without you, he just pushes those thoughts away and enjoys every minute with you 

[blueprint-han]

pickup lines ↠ hhj ♡

             ↳ inspired from the song i love you by treasure. (no relation to the song idk why i was inspired)

genre: fluff type: drabble word count: 1.9 K ⇥ warnings: none except one (1) teeny tiny kiss (just a peck nothing too suggestive), lot’s of fluff and pickup lines and that’s a warning. 🥺 IF THIS DOESN’T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS THIS TIME I WILL FUCKING FUME. network tag: @stayverse​

↯ note: uhfuyewhf please forgive this random outburst that overcame me, fluffy boyfriend hyunjin is just !!!!. Also my first fic woo hoo !! no particular premise of this blurb idk what this is for but i’m still gonna write it. ⇥ dawn.☀️

A long, deep sigh.

A cheek pressed against his palm, resting his head against his elbow as he stared off into space. The library was relatively quiet around him, no other sound other than the timely flipping of the page by the two other people sitting in the almost empty, spacious room.

And of course, the sound of you humming the tune that poured through the earphones you were sporting. Hyunjin could almost swear that he would fall asleep from the tune, if it weren’t for the hard wood underneath him.

Hyunjin pouted when he noticed you completely immersed in your sociology 101 textbook. Studying to be a data analyst was hard, and while it was both yours and Hyunjin’s dream job, (instead of focusing on the plethora of books lying on the table) Hyunjin found staring at the love of his life much more interesting than analyzing any sort of data.

Sunlight poured in through the open window. It was still fairly early in the morning, and while Hyunjin hated waking up early, he was more than ready to do so the moment you called him the previous night, begging him to tag along on the pretext that “it would be boring to go alone.”

And the moment you entered the library, you picked out your books and quickly drowned yourself in them, and in less than five minutes, Hyunjin found himself the one who was “bored.”

You felt a poke at the side of your arm, startling you out of your concentration.

“Hey.”

Pulling your earphones off, you smiled at Hyunjin. “Yeah?”

“You said you’d be the one bored but now I’m the one bored.” Hyunjin humphed, folding his arms across his chest. “Remind me why I accompanied you?”

You laughed, gently pinching his cheek. “Because you’re a good boyfriend.”

Being the dramatic llama that he was, Hyunjin rolled his eyes, though the subtle smile on his lips told you otherwise. “Fine finish it soon now.” He pointed before poking your arm again. “Or I’m gonna leave you and get subway for myself.”

You gasped in fake betrayal, clutching your heart as your eyes widened. It was a known fact that Hyunjin was too smitten for you, far too caring and considerate to leave you alone in the library without breakfast. And you loved to tease him about it.

Anyways, the act faltered in two seconds the moment you giggled at him.

“You’re adorable, have I ever told you that?” You mimicked his position as you faced him, admiring how he looked at the moment. Heavily lidded eyes, messy black hair, and the sunlight from behind him almost made him look like he was glowing.

At your words, Hyunjin felt the tiniest blush creep up his cheeks as he shyly admitted. “You tell me every day!”

“Well I’m going to keep telling you that, so…” you shrugged, turning your attention back to your books as hyunjin internally groaned. The library didn’t allow use of phones either, so he couldn’t just start playing around with it to kill time.

Brushing his hair off his forehead, his eyes sparkled when a thought popped into his head, a smug look on his face. Quickly grabbing his cellphone from the back of his pocket., his fingers moved against the screen — not quick enough for the librarian to notice — but at this point, it hardly mattered. The librarian was almost asleep on his table — he must’ve not adjusted to the early hours of his job very well.

When your phone dinged — signifying the arrival of a message — Hyunjin watched intently as you picked up your phone and tapped the screen a couple of times. When you grinned widely, Hyunjin knew his message had the desired affect. In all honesty, that was Hyunjin — always looking for subtle ways to tell you he loved you, and ways to keep you smiling and happy.

You reached over to push your reading classes up your nose before turning to look at Hyunjin’s direction, raising your eyebrow playfully.

Hyunjin:  Guess what I’m wearing?

He had a similar grin on his lips as he silently coaxed you to reply, and so you did just that.

You: What? Your uniform? 🤭

Knowing Hyunjin, you knew that the answer would not be so simple, but nevertheless you curiously waited for the answer.

When the reply came in, the smile on your face turned into a wide, ear-to-ear smile, cheeks almost hurting with how widely you were grinning. You tried desperately trying not to alert anyone of what you were doing, but it was getting harder with how adorable Hyunjin was being.

Hyunjin: No, the smile you gave me. You: usdyuegwydedh 🥺🥺🥺 You: you cheesehead! 😘😤 Hyunjin: But I’m your cheesehead - ;D

Hyunjin, still staring at you was in a similar state. He admitted that watching you laugh and smile was something he could never grow tired of. He treasured that moment, and it always seemed like you lightened up the whole room with just your smile.

“Hey!” you looked at him, books totally forgotten as you stared into his eyes.

“They say the eyes are the mirror to the soul.” Hyunjin said, straightening up his posture as you eyed him confusedly. “You must have one beautiful soul.”

Your jaw dropped open at the sudden explosion of pickup lines coming from your boyfriend, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you felt yourself grow coy at his compliment.

“Oh gosh, what’s gotten into you.” You whispered, slapping his arm slightly. Hyunjin smiled devilishly when he noticed your beaming face, feeling oddly relaxed — but then again, he was always relaxed when he looked at you.

“ On a scale from 1 to 10 you’re a 9 and I’m the 1 you need. “

You gasped, squealing as you slapped his arm yet again.

“Oh lord, your cheeseball stop being so cute my heart can’t handle this.” You pouted, and Hyunjin bit back the overwhelming desire to squish your cheeks.

He always did everything in his power to make you happy, and it never changed, even after a year of dating. The love between you was pure in every way, and you couldn’t help but feel lucky to have such a caring and lovely angel for a boyfriend.

“Come on, I need to focus now, just half an hour more?” You managed to convince him (only after giving him your traditional puppy eyes which you knew he would never be able to resist), before turning your attention back tot he book.

Twenty minutes passed. Hyunjin had found himself a book to read in the mean time, but he wasn’t the type to be patient. It wasn’t ling before he reached for his phone yet again.

When your phone dinged again, you quickly snapped your attention from where it was fixed on Hyunjin, hiding it under the table as you stealthily read the message.

Hyunjin: Can we go eat now?

You laughed to yourself, brushing hair off your forehead before replying.

You: There’s still 10 minutes left 🤭 Hyunjin: Please I’m hungry 🥺 Hyunjin: pls pls pls pls pls pls pls 🥺

You quickly looked at the watch before sighing, smiling at Hyunjin before shutting your book and stretching your arms out. You’d been there for about two hours, since your college library opened fairly early. As expected, Hyunjin let out a silent squeal of victory, quickly helping you pack up before getting out of his seat, all to eager to get out of the cramped space.

“Remind me to never tag along with you again.” He chided playfully, and like you said before, you knew Hyunjin was too soft to be able to ignore your pleas — and even if he did, you had your secret weapon: puppy eyes. You only giggled and nodded. “yeah, whatever.” Allowing him to intertwine your fingers together as he pulled you out of the building.

Once you were out of the building and walking towards the nearest subway, you decided to go the park (which was incidentally opposite to the subway shop). As you walked in the almost empty park, you munched on your sandwich slowly, whilst Hyunjin had already devoured it all. You figured he didn’t drink his coffee before coming to the library, and you didn’t bother to ask either.

Hyunjin had still not et go of your hand, and every once in a while — out of pure habit — he would squeeze it gently, just as a form of reassurance. It never failed to warm your heart.

The both of you found a clean bench under the cool shade of a tree, enjoying the breeze as you finished your sandwich; while Hyunjin simply looked around the rows of trees and plants that were planted along the edge of the ground.

When Hyunjin caught your gaze on him once again, another thought popped into his head as he smiled yet again. Personally, he had no idea how he was acting so cheesy today, but seeing your reaction did not encourage him to stop.

“Do you have a map?” You boyfriend asked all of a sudden, and you frowned confusedly. Of course, you’d let your guard down from the previous explosion of cheesiness, which only fueled it more.

“Why do you ask?” You murmured.

“Because I keep getting lost i your eyes.”

“Aghhhh,” you groaned, covering your face with your palms as you looked at Hyunjin. “Where do you even get these from?” You pouted at him.

“I don’t know, maybe you bring it out of me?” Hyunjin shrugged.

“Hmph,” You pinched his soft cheek lightly, smiling as you did so.

Next, he grinned, tilting his head to the side as he gazed into your orbs. You sensed another attack coming ahead, but did nothing to stop it, because deep down, you were enjoying this way too much.

“You know at this angle, as the light hits your eyes.” A dizzy smile on his face as he gently fixed his hair, tucking some of the strands behind his ear. “I can see myself and I look great.”

That caused you to close your eyes, erupting into a fit of giggles as your eyes morphed into the softest of crescents.

Hyunjin opened his mouth yet again, but this time, you were quick to stop him.

“Ah, no young man. No more, or I’m gonna combust.” You tucked your own hair behind your ear.

“Nooooo,” He whined, pouting as he gave you the softest look that he could muster. “One more, please? Just one. Please please please please please-”

“okay fine! One more, and then no more, deal?” You looked at him smugly, and he nodded.

“Okay so, kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

Hyunjin had chosen that line for a joke, expecting to get yet another slap on his arm, or a shy turn of your head. What he didn’t expect was for you to blush profusely before you leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s eyes were widened as you stared at each other silently for two seconds, before you snapped your fingers in front of him, pulling him out of his daze.

“You were wrong.” You stated as nonchalantly as possible, shrugging at him as you got up, grabbing your bag as you began walking towards the exit.

“H-hey, wait for me!” Hyunjin cried, not being able to suppress his smile as he ran towards you, immediately entwining your fingers once again. And the rest of the walk was spent just like that, in peaceful silence as you enjoyed each other’s presence in the cool, moist air.

“You’re such a goofball,” You mumbled at him, gaining his attention as you rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand. And before he could even reply with his loving, playful gaze, you completed the statement yourself, eyes twinkling in content.

“But you’re my goofball.”

↯ note: i pray to every god out there please just show up in the tags for fuck sake i worked hard on this ; - ; ⇥ dawn.☀️

[openforjean]

her dad’s birthday

Bucky Barnes x Mexican!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, a lil sad

A/n: this story is mostly for me but I hope u can enjoy it too

for the love of god pls reblog with ur thoughts

Bucky’s pov 

Y/n. 

I’ve been seeing her for a four months now. We’ve been on ten dates to dinner and eight movie dates. And I don’t plan on letting her go. 

Today is her father’s birthday, and I know this because Y/n has mentioned it a hundred times now. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I forgot her dad’s birthday? 

“What do you think I should wear?” I ask. she whips her head to me and she sizes me. “He won’t care, I promise, so don’t worry,” she says. I look down at my shirt and flatten it. Yes, I’m nervous. I’ve never met her father nor her mother, she doesn’t have much a connection with her mom but it’s different with her dad. She loves her dad, she talks about him a lot, she visits him often too. She buys him candy and balloons. It’s sweet really, she’s a great girl. 

I really scored with Y/n. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone better than her. She’s it for me.

“You look good, okay? Don’t be nervous, he won’t test you. Just be yourself,” she says, pulling my waist to her. She kisses my cheek and smiles. “I’ll try, I just don’t wanna mess up with him. I just- I really like you and I’d hate to ruin it,” I admit. Her face falls but her hand goes to my cheek, “there is no way you’d mess anything up. You’re a gift Bucky, you are a gift to my life. The past month has been the best month of my life in...a long time, you won’t. He’ll have to like you cause I lo- I like you. I like you a lot, now let’s get going. I need to buy him some stuff,” she says. She rubs my cheek, I take that hand and I kiss her knuckles. I love her too. And it might be too early to say but that’s what I feel for her. 

We walk down the street hand in hand, it feels right. Her skin is soft and warm, she glances at me sometimes to see if I’m still staring. Which, I am mostly likely am. She’s too beautiful and captivating to look away from, and if people got to know her personally, there’d be a fight for her hand. 

We walk into the local grocery store and she immediately went straight to the flower section. I follow her and she begins to browse. “Maybe roses?” I suggest, she simply responds “nah”. 

“I got him roses last time, I’m thinking sunflowers and daises. What do you think?” She asks, picking up both bouquets. “I think you should get both?” I suggest. She gives an approving hum and takes them in her hands. 

“You can pick out a balloon as I go get a cart, okay?” She says. “Yeah. that’s okay. I’ll be at the balloon section,” I answer. Y/n walks off and I head to the balloons. 

I scan the balloons, deciding which one to get. But my eyes catch something even better, a SQUARE balloon. That’s awesome, this is my first time seeing one. Kinda freaky...anyways, I’ll get that one for him. 

“Excuse me, can I get the green squared happy birthday one filled up?” I ask, the man nods and takes the balloon from the drawer and begins to fill the balloon up. I hope her dad likes it. 

“That’s a cool balloon, Buck,” she says, pulling up next to me with the cart. “You think he’d like it?” I ask. “He’ll love it, it’s whimsical,” she responds. The employee hands me the balloon and I take it. I turn to Y/n to place it in the cart, since it has a weight at the bottom. But...I get distracted. A big smile and bright eyes take over her face, I could just feel her happiness and excitement. I place the balloon in the cart and the flowers are in there too. 

We check out and we head to the next stop. Guadalupe’s Produce, a small Mexican store that is farther down the street. I’ve been there before, they have great vegetables and wonderful fruit selection. Y/n also knows the owner.

I’m holding the balloon and the flowers as Y/n watches the cars go by. She does that, she admires people. It’s interesting. 

We get closer down the street and she sees a taco truck parked right across from the store. “Bucky, we should get tacos. Real tacos, not that Taco Bell shit,” she suggests. Of course I’m going to agree, her taste is way better than mine. 

We arrive at the store and the owner greets us. Y/n starts a conversation with her and I wander around as they speak. I take a basket and place the flowers in there, holding the balloon in my right hand. I walk down the first aisle, it’s filled with books, magazines and comics. All in Spanish. I know Spanish, fluently too. I only whip it out in certain places though. The second aisle is full of chips and candies. Sabritones, Chicharrones, Gansitos, and Paleta Payaso’s. I take three of the clown and a bag of Chicharrones. I couldn’t help but grab a box of Duvalin’s and de la Rosa’s too now. How could I not? 

I walk back near Y/n, it seems she’s almost done talking to the owner. I could hear the owner say, “come to the register” in Spanish. Y/n looks my way, her eyes fall to the basket in my hand. Y/n walks up to me with parted lips. She peeks inside the basket and spots the snacks, she looks back up at me. She takes my face in her hands and brings my lips down to hers. The kiss is like fire, passion and her lips taste like cherry cola. I could live in this moment forever.

She pulls away from my lips and she reaches for my metal hand. She holds it to her heart, “you got his favorite, Bucky”. Her eyes water but she pushes them back. She leads me to the register with her hand in mine. I place the basket on the counter and the owner, Angela, rang them up. But before she could finish, Y/n took a little bottle from next to her and places it on the counter too. I don’t recognize the candy. I hand Angela my card before Y/n could pull hers out her phonecase. Angela takes it and prints the receipt, Y/n pinches my butt.

“Do that again, Y/n,” I joke. Angela bags our snacks and flowers.

She quickly does it again as I take the bag. Y/n smirks as she dropped a ten in the tip jar.

We exit the store biting our tongues, waking across the street to the taco truck.

Once we cross, the entire mood shifts. The music got louder and voices too. People stood around conversing, children playing and families eating on benches. We get closer to the truck and the food hit my nose, it smells so good. The spices and the tacos. The sun barely hits the truck, it’s shady and windy. It’s a perfect spot.

We walk up to the truck and Y/n leans on the counter, squinting to read the menu.

“What kind of tacos do you want, Bucky?” She asks, turning back at me. “Surprise me,” I answer. Y/n smirk and turns back around. That smirk could diet her lead to a good surprise or a prank. I sit in a bench next to a family.

“¡Hola Marco! ¿Come estas? - ¡que bien! - yo qiuero dos platos de tacos con dos Jarritos, por favor,” Y/n says. I can understand what she’s saying, and she knows. So she’s not going to sabotage my tastebuds. Wait- what about her father? Is she getting him food too? Or are we eating here?

She pays the man and walks back to me, I smile. She sits next to me and I wrap my arm around her with the balloon in my hand still. I kiss her temple. “Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for coming with me to visit my dad, I appreciate it. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had,” she says, looking down at her hands. I could hear her heart race as she spoke.

She looks at me and I peck her lips. I rest my forehead on hers and look into her eyes. “Y/n, you don’t need to thank me. I rather be with you than anything else, so really... thank you. I can’t wait to meet your father, I can’t wait to meet the man who raised such a great woman,” Bucky says.

Before Y/n could respond, her name is called. Y/n jumps up and takes the food in her hand. She tilts her head to come to her and I do. I take the bag and the balloon follows. She takes my free hand and she begins to lead me up the street.

“Where does your dad live, Y/n?” I ask.

“Not far, just a few minutes away from my apartment. It’s an easy walk but a long train ride, surprisingly,” she answers.

“You took the subway to your dads house?”

“ONCE! My legs were hurting so bad and I didn’t think it’d take half an hour to get there!” She exclaims, I laugh and she pulls her hand away from mine. “Y/n, I’m kidding. You’re so precious,” I say, pulling her shoulder to mine. “We’re almost there, sorry it’s taking a bit,” she says.

“It’s okay, I’m used to walking,” I answer.

I look ahead and on the left is a cemetery, on the right is a street full of houses. Her father’s place must be on the right. I pull her hand towards the right so we can cross. She stands still as I drift. She looks deep into my eyes and I look at the cemetery. Shame and fear take over her face, her head drops to the ground. I come back closer, realizing what’s going on. I pull her close and I hug her.

Her dad is in the cemetery.

Her father is dead.

We’re visiting his grave.

She’s been visiting him at the cemetery all along.

I hug her tight and I whisper “it’s okay” in her ear. I know she feels guilty, and she shouldn’t feel guilty on this day. She should feel happy, like she was before. She pulls away, wiping her tears and I push her hands down and I wipe them. “Let’s see him, Y/n,” I say.

Y/n nods and leads me to the cemetery. We pass the gate and we walk up the stairs, she leads me to the stone. She places the food down, gently. She immediately drops down to her knees and hugs the stone. Rubbing its back, I remain standing.

“Hey papa, happy birthday. I love you and I miss you. This is Bucky, he’s my boyfriend and we have something for you,” she says. She looks back at me and I hand her the snack bag. She removes the dead roses and pulls out the sunflowers and daises, and places them in the vase next to his stone. She arranges them neatly. “We also got some snacks to eat, we got your favorite...well, Bucky got your favorite,” she says. She looks up at me, her eyes are begging for me to sit on the ground with her.

I sit.

She take the balloon from my hand and ties it around vase. “He seems to know your favourites before he even met you. Crazy, he even got you this balloon. Isn’t it cool?”

Oh man. My heart. She’s talking to the grave as if he’s alive. I think I might cry.

“You can talk to him too, Bucky. He’s friendly,” Y/n says. I nod and I scoot closer to her. “Hi Mr. Y/l/n, happy birthday. I’m honored to meet you, you have an amazing daughter...she’s been a blessing to my life. I hope you like the balloon, it’s green and a square! It’s cool, but yeah, anyways...I’m glad to be here celebrating your birthday,” I say. Y/n’s hand lays on top of mine and she leaves it there.

“We’ve been dating for five months, he makes me very happy. He’s only been good to me and so much more, he’s the guy I’ve been telling you about for so long,” Y/n says. I didn’t know she talked to her father about me.

“We also have tacos! I got him some regular tacos though, nothing too spicy. I don’t want his tongue palette to die,” she says as she takes the drinks out. Now, I’ve had these before. Jarritos. A classic Mexican drink. My favorite flavor is the same as Y/n’s; mandarin.

She passes me my plate and sets my drink next to my foot. She does the same for herself. But before she opens her box, she does this thing and it’s a great thing. She recycles. She takes all the plastics and places it in one bag, so she can recycle it all. It’s admirable.

She hands me her drink because she knows I have a bottle opener on hand. I take it and I open it for her, and mines too. She opens her box and begins to eat.

I take a bite out of my taco. Holy cow, it’s so good. The smell is one thing but the taste, wow. Bucky is in love.

“Oh dad, I forgot to tell you. I paid off my credit card, I’m proud of that. I thought I’d die in debt, but no- I paid it!”

Y/n spoke to her father as I ate, I spoke too. I told him about how Y/n caught her first fish and her first tien going on the Cyclone. Now, she’s finishing her food.

“We need to eat the candy, Bucky,” Y/n says with her mouth full of food. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life Y/n,” I ramble out. I dig into the snack bag and I take out la paleta. I hand one too Y/n, and we unwrap it. They definitely do not look like the packaging and neither of us have hope they ever will.

Y/n holds hers up and says “to you papa, happy birthday”. I hold mines up too and we bite into them.

She finishes her paleta and she takes a small green bottle out from the snack bag. She takes the plastic off and she pushes it into the plastic bag. She twists the bottle and little crystals fall out into her hand, she purposely lets it fall. She licks it off?

“Y/n, what’s that?” I ask, eating my paleta.

“Lucas,” she answers, pouring more onto her bare palm.

“Ummm, sure,” I place my hand out and she licks hers off first. She pours some in my hand and it looks like sugar, I quickly lick it off.

As soon as it hit my tongue, it was too late. The saltiness and sourness hit like a train, I was not expecting that. I wipe the remaining “candy” on my jeans. I take the soda and chug it down to get rid of the taste as Y/n laughs her ass off.

The soda runs out and I put the bottle down and I wipe my mouth. “You’re lucky I love you, Jesus what was that?” I say.

Y/n’s laughing stops. I get concerned and it hit me what I just slipped out.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’ve been waiting to hear those words all my life”.

Sorry this isn’t so good, been really down lately. Hopefully it’s decent💗 pls leave some feedback💗

[ghostburs-blue]

could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw

I’m genuinely so sorry this took so long to come out. I had writer's block for a hot second, but eventually wrote this piece! Thank you so much for the compliment, I’m so grateful for you love <333 I hope you like it nonnie :D

Convenient

Request:  could u do 3 & 88 w/ peter pls? love ur work btw > #3:  “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.” / #88:  The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

Summary: as usual, y/n and peter have some... hidden feelings and neither makes a move >:(

Warnings: mentions of a knife, injuries, and blood + fluff + angst if you squint!

Word Count: 2.1k

“Peter!” You called upon seeing him enter the crowded cafeteria. His eyes skimmed the room, smiling when he found you.

He walked over, sliding into the seat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you casually let your head drop against him with a smile.

You were naturally a very touchy person. Your love language was touches and hugs, soft gestures to show that you appreciated and loved the other person. So, no one bat an eye when you made a habit to hug Peter every day in the morning by his locker. No one paid attention when you would lay a hand on his thigh, or gravitate close to him when walking.

They did pay attention, however, when Peter practically shrunk away from anyone else’s touches. If any other person tried to hug him, he would immediately step back and reject their affection.

It didn’t take long for people to start making the connection, but you both seemed oblivious to the obvious feelings between the two of you.

When Peter had first told you about his side gig as the hero of New York, you had laughed. Peter? The Peter you had known since you were 3? As Spider-Man? Laughable.

Peter was, of course, quite offended. When you finally calmed down and realized that he wasn’t lying, your eyes grew wide. Your next reaction was to punch him. Hard.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You had exclaimed, upset that he hadn’t told you about such a life-changing decision. He profusely apologized, explaining that he hadn’t wanted to put you in harm’s way. You had groaned, slightly pushing at his arm before smiling at him.

You whispered that it was okay, and that you would still be there for him no matter what happened. You both grinned at each other, Peter leaning forward slightly to wrap your body in a comforting hug.

It was a fond memory for you, one that you would often think about when you needed cheering up.

A nudge from Peter brought you back to reality.

“Hm?” You asked sweetly, as you had been zoned out of the conversation for a while.

Peter smiled down at you. “Everyone’s free to do a movie night tomorrow,” he said, as it would be the weekend. Your face scrunched up, trying to remember if you had any plans. Coming up with nothing, you nodded happily.

“I’m free!” You said, grinning. The rest of your group cheered, then proceeded to debate about what movie to watch. You glanced down at your phone, noticing that there were only about 10 minutes left of lunch.

You stood up carefully, unwrapping Peter’s arm from around your upper body. “I’m heading to class early, I have to talk to the teacher,” you announce. After you say goodbye, you head out of the cafeteria.

Just as you make it past the doors, a hand on your shoulder causes you to turn around. A look of happiness passes over your face as you realize it was Peter.

“Hey!” You start walking backward as you talk to him. “Why are you here?” You ask, slightly confused.

Flustered, Peter shrugged. “I- I just didn’t want you to walk to class alone,” he laughed. You gave him a confused smile, but went with it anyways.

Throughout the walk, you couldn’t help but study his features. You noticed every fine line, every crease near his eyes. God, those eyes.

You could stare into them for the rest of eternity. The deep chocolate brown pools were filled with emotion, something you couldn’t quite recognize.

A sudden urge to hold his face in your hands came over you, and you quickly looked away with a blush adorning your cheeks.

You looked back at him when Peter softly grabbed your arm. He looked at you with amusement in his soft eyes. He pointed to the door next to you.

“Isn’t this your class?” He laughed as you gave a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I guess I just got… sidetracked,” you replied. Reaching up to loop your arms around his body, you buried your face in his neck. Breaking apart, you waved a small good-bye as you stepped into the classroom.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your mind off of Peter. Sure, you knew you had a crush on him. But how far did those feelings go? You couldn’t take another day of soft touches and hugs only as friends.

As soon as you were released from the last class of the day, you and hundreds of other students flocked to the exit of your school. You waited near a bench outside for a certain brown-haired boy to pop up. You grinned as you noticed him, waving Peter over towards you.

Just like you always did, you waited for Peter’s ride to show up. Every day Peter would get picked up by Happy to train for an hour or two after school. You would always wait until you were sure Peter was safe, then head to the nearest subway station to go to your own apartment.

It was a Friday, meaning he would go on patrol today. This also meant you would stay up all night, worried, until he sent you a text letting you know that he was safe and in his bed at home. You never told Peter that you didn’t sleep until you were certain he was okay, out of fear he might become upset.

You eventually reached home, unlocking the door to an empty apartment. Your parents were out this weekend, working.

They worked late into the night and left early in the morning, leaving you to have it mostly to yourself for majority of the day. You knew better to complain, however. The dedication they put into their jobs enabled you to have all the luxuries you had today.

You made your way to your bedroom, collapsing on the bed with a huff. You simply lay there for a while, staring at the unmoving ceiling while thoughts swirling in your head. Many- okay all- of them revolving around the one and only Peter Parker.

Ever since you had been old enough to have feelings for somebody, you know you liked Peter. Of course, you had never told him. Why would you risk ruining such an amazing friendship?

So, you sucked it up. You encouraged him to ask Gwen Stacy out in the 6th grade. You held him at 3 in the morning when they broke up in 8th grade. You watched him pine over Liz Allen just a year ago, and you had a front-row seat to see his heartbreak when he had to let her go because of his hero duties.

You were there through it all. But would he ever see you as more than a friend? Would he ever realize that you had comforted him when nobody else had?

You sighed and rolled over, not bothering to change your clothes after the long school day. Even with the thoughts and fears pounding in your head, your eyes closed and you slowly dozed off.

You woke with a start to a dark room. The sun had set in the many hours you had been asleep. Cursing under your breath, you checked your phone to see no new texts from Peter.

You stood up from your bed, stretching out your limbs. Grabbing your phone, you padded over to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for yourself.

It was 11 pm when you finished eating and cleaning the kitchen. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup of hot tea, you heard a noise coming from your room. With a gulp, you grabbed a knife from a kitchen drawer and slowly crept down the hallway.

Reaching the closed door, you took a deep breath as you pushed it open, ready to stab at whatever was in there.

A startled, “WAIT!” stopped you, the knife in your hand dangerously close to a familiar masked face.

“Peter?” You asked, confused. “What are you…” your voice trailed off as you noticed the large gash in his side. Eyes traveling up and down his body, you took into account the cuts and scrapes littering his skin. Or at least, what was exposed from the torn suit.

You gasped, looking up into the white eyes of his mask. Peter’s hand came up, pulling it off his head in a swift motion. He winced, and you instantly leaned forward to steady him.

Peter’s gaze fell to his feet, and you gently took a step toward him. Placing a finger under his chin, you raised his head to look at him. You searched his eyes, finding pain and again, that mystery emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, uh. I got hurt,” Peter tried for a joke, earning an eye roll from you.

“I can see that,” you responded with a laugh. He nodded, and you noticed he started to wobble a bit. “Woah there, babe. Sit down,” you dragged your desk chair out towards him, gently lowering him in it. It took you a second to realize what pet name had just rolled off your tongue. Peter didn’t say anything, instead looking at you intently.

“I- I was closer to your place than mine. It kinda hurts, y/n,” he murmured, hurt washing over his face. You nodded quickly, heart aching to see him in pain.

“I’m going to grab some first-aid stuff. I’ll be right back,” you promised, rushing away to grab the supplies as quickly as you could.

Coming back, you immediately got to work. Unfortunately, that required Peter to peel off his suit, leaving him in only his boxers. You tried not to take notice of it, focusing on the rather large cut covering his upper torso.

After a few winces and yelps from Peter, you finished. He noticed you starting to doze off as you cleaned up the bloody mess around you, smiling to himself.

As you reentered the room, he beckoned to you. Walking over, you let out a sound of surprise as he pulled you into his lap. However, you didn’t protest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his bare chest.

You spent a few minutes like this, you straddling his legs with your face pressed into his torso. Finally, it was too much for you to handle.

You looked up, attempting to push yourself away from his muscular body. Peter was unmoving, however, looking down at you in concern.

“Peter, I-,” your voice broke, and you quickly looked away to hide your tear-filled eyes. Pushing harder this time, you stood up from his grasp and walked away. Turning back around, you felt your heart break again as you caught sight of his distraught face. “I can’t do this Peter,” you whispered, praying he heard the raw emotion in your voice.

“Why not?” He asked, voice catching. “Am I not good enough for you?” It was his turn to start crying. You gasped, rushing forward towards him.

“What? No, of course not!” You exclaimed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. “This whole time I thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed, becoming aware of Peter’s hands grabbing your waist.

“Are you kidding? I love you, y/n,” Peter murmured. He pulled you suddenly into a kiss, quickly taking control of it with a moan.

You broke apart, breathing heavily. “Goddamnit, Peter. I love you so much,” you hummed, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I have to tell you something,” Peter confessed. You gave him a confused look, sitting up straight.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“I was planning to tell you tonight anyway. The injury was just… convenient,” he said with a smile.

You laughed, shaking your head and planting a small kiss against his lips. You leaned forward into Peter’s warm embrace.

You found yourself back in the position you were before, straddling his lap. You pressed your face against the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet smell. This time, you dozed off, comforted by Peter’s presence.

You were awoken by the feeling of movement. Peter was standing, gently holding you and walking over to your bed. You made a noise of protest and tried to get him to put you down.

Peter laughed. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I got you, love,” he said, carefully pulling back the covers and setting you down onto the mattress. As he stood up, your hand reached out and grabbed his.

“Stay? Please,” you whispered, gazing at Peter. One look at your face, and he knew he was done for. With a soft smile on his face, he nodded and climbed in quietly behind you.

Pulling the sheets over both of your bodies, you pushed back into his firm chest. Peter’s arms came up and wrapped around your stomach, hugging you close to his warm body.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

[atomicse]

juliantina au 3 + trope 2 + prompt 34

i didn’t think i would get any of these… but let’s go!

spy!au +  enemies to lovers + “i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

(idk if this is any good [or coherent] but i wrote it at 3am so pls be kind. also i don’t think this is what u wanted anon, but…)

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“god, this is so boring, this dude hasn’t done anything all day. i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

juliana rolls her eyes. of all the people they could’ve paired her with, they had to put her with the obnoxious, trust fund baby. “because it’s our job?” she snarks.

the other girl sends juliana what she probably thinks is a murderous glare, but her bright blue eyes and disney princess aura make her look as intimidating as baby yoda. “i’ve worked with this organization for years, i don’t do stakeouts, i do real, important, shit.”

juliana doesn’t say anything, she won’t even try to fight this petulant little girl.

“whatever.” carvajal huffs. minutes pass without her externalizing her displeasure of the situation, and juliana dares to think that maybe, just maybe, she won’t have to deal with her attitude for the rest of their shared stakeout when, “i can’t believe mr. g put me with you.”

“what is that supposed to mean?” juliana asks with a raised eyebrow.

“we’re like, the worst possible combination he could’ve come up with.“ the brunette shrugs nonchalantly. juliana just stares at her. “you’re like, this angsty loner type, and i’m… i don’t know, the kind of agent that has a sense of humor and isn’t brooding 24/7”, she explains.

juliana can’t help but snort, that’s rich coming from her. she’s never worked side by side with the other agent before, -they’ve actually only ever conversed twice, once when she first joined the organization, and right now-, but it is common knowledge that carvajal has this sort of hero complex, people say she’s always hell bent on saving the day. “aren’t you the one that’s always putting herself at risk just to be the hero or whatever?” she sneers. “i would appreciate it if you dropped your preconceived incorrect ideas about me. you don’t know me.” juliana frowns.

“and i don’t want to” carvajal shakes her head, turning to look at their mark.

“well, i don’t either.”

“fine.”

“fine.”

they both stare out the window, silently waiting for the man on the other side of the street to get into his vehicle. once he does, carvajal turns on the engine and drives off without saying a word.

juliana sighs in the passenger’s seat, she doesn’t understand why the other girl hates her so much.

after following their mark for hours and trying to gather as much information about him as possible, they decide to approach him on his last stop of the day, a stupidly exclusive casino on the most expensive side of town.

they get out of the car and juliana thanks whatever entity is looking out for them because they let them in, no questions asked.

“okay so, i’m going to go explore the place,” juliana says, already seeing lots of people she thinks might be useful to their mission. “you should go with aguayo, maybe you can get some info directly from him.”

carvajal gives her a weird look “why me?”

“because i’m too much of a broody loner, no?” juliana reminds her “and you’re a lot easier on the eyes” she adds after a beat.

“did you just call me pretty?” the brunette smirks.

juliana blushes an embarrassing shade of pink, “shut up, just go.” she throws over her shoulder as she makes what she hopes is a smooth exit.

an hour and a half after their separation, juliana has already scooped out the area in search for any suspicious activity (and downed three shots of tequila). she’s sitting at the bar, half-heartedly conversing with the friendly bartender while waiting for her partner to finish whatever she’s doing to subtly interrogate their mark.

“hello, gorgeous, you havin’ fun?” she hears a voice say to her. when she turns, she finds a disheveled man eyeing her lustfully.

juliana’s stomach churns, the way he’s staring at her is painfully reminiscent of the many times man just like this one would look and treat her and her mom like they only existed for their twisted enjoyment when she was young.

she’s since stopped being afraid, she is the company’s best asset, but for some reason, she finds herself paralyzed while the unknown man reaches to grab at her.

juliana’s alcohol dazed brain is just catching up, coming up with a half-baked plan to simply kick this man’s balls off when a sickenly sweet voice captures their attention. “hey, sir, i think you should go find someone more age appropriate.” her partner smiles at her over the man’s shoulder and juliana has never been more relieved to see that annoying little dimple on the brunette’s cheek. “besides, this one’s spoken for.” carvajal adds cheekily.

juliana feels the blood rush to her cheeks and curses herself for falling victim to the brunette’s charm.

the man smirks as he looks between them, surely imagining a whole lot of disgusting things that make juliana want to go back to her plan of just ending his bloodline. “can i join?” he leers at them.

her partner scowls at him and takes juliana’s hand, swiftly removing them from the situation before it escalates.

“can’t leave you alone for a second, can i, agent valdés?” ugh, of course she has to ruin it just when juliana’s starting to like her.

“whatever.” juliana crosses her arms over her chest. “did you get anything out of him?” she inquires, hoping that the other woman’s charm had worked with aguayo just as much as it seemed to work with her.

carvajal nods happily, “yeah, dude’s a total lightweight!” she laughs, “a couple of shots of mezcal and he was ready to spill all his secrets to me.” juliana snorts, she guesses that carvajal must’ve had her fair share of drinking too, since she’s being so buddy-buddy with her. “i thought narco leaders were… different.” the brunette says pensively. 

the woman’s attitude is giving juliana whiplash, before she’d treated her like shit, and now she’d being almost nice. “um, right. did you get any relevant stuff for our investigation?” juliana doesn’t want to be here any longer than necessary.

“yeah, i recorded our entire chat. there’s some juicy shit there.” carvajal shows juliana her phone, a forty-minute audio recording sits on her recently saved files.

“good job.” she awkwardly pats her partner on the back. 

carvajal scoffs. “it was better than good and you know it.” she leans down so her and juliana’s faces are dangerously close, “c’mon, v, tell me i was amazing.” she pouts.

damn her and her stupid wide blue eyes and her perfectly shaped lips and- woah, juliana is more than a little buzzed too. “no, ya vámonos, carvajal. we gotta attend the briefing tom-” she starts to ramble when surprisingly strong arms wrap around her waist and soft lips crash into hers.

juliana has kissed people before, of course she has, she’s kissed her fair share of girls, even a few boys during games like spin the bottle or truth or dare when she was in middle school, but no one has ever made her stomach flip like this infuriating woman right here. the way carvajal gently sucks on juliana’s bottom lip makes her brain malfunction. 

they kiss for what seems like an eternity, only separating when their lungs demand air.

juliana blinks dazedly at carvajal when she calms herself down enough to hold the other woman’s gaze without jumping her. “what was that?” she asks.

“the creepy dude from before was pissing me off, looked at you like you were a piece of meat” carvajal explains without letting go of juliana “also, you were talking too much” she winks.

juliana process the information for a second. “so…” she trails off “… are we done here?” she asks as casually as she can. the kiss left her a little shaken, she can’t wait until she gets home for a nice hot bath -or a cold shower.

“yeah, just let me go grab a bottle of water. i need to sober up a little in case we bump into el alcoholímetro.” the brunette finally lets go of juliana.

juliana nods dumbly before going after her, she really needs to sober up too. 

“thank you for the ride.” juliana says quietly. carvajal had taken her home instead of just dropping her off at the subway station like she had suggested, claiming that she would never let someone take the subway at that hour, even if they annoyed her as much as juliana. (hero complex)

carvajal gives her a dorky thumbs up as she gets out of the car. “night, valdés, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” juliana can’t help but smile back. 

this day was so weird; first, being paired with carvajal had been unexpected, second, the other agent had been hostile towards her for no apparent reason, then treated her obnoxiously nicely, and third, she actually kind of liked carvajal, a little bit.

“do you want to… stay the night?” she asks with an amount of courage she didn’t know she was capable of mustering.

carvajal smirks, “are you propositioning me?”

“it’s late, you shouldn’t be out” juliana explains. “and i have a spare room.”

the brunette seems to think it through and juliana scolds herself for offering, you idiot this is none of you business. “sure, yeah.” oh.

“cool. c’mon i- i’ll show you” juliana stutters a half assed explanation of her home’s layout to her partner while said partner just looks at her amusedly.

“relax, valdés” carvajal chuckles. “i’m not going to bite you …unless you want to.”

juliana scoffs, why is she suddenly flirting with her? “didn’t you hate me this morning?”

“i don’t hate anyone, though i did dislike you a little, but i’ve always been a sucker for pretty girls.” she steps into juliana’s personal space.

“i-”

carvajal cuts her off “shut up, valdés, you know exactly why you invited me over.” 

then, she joins their lips together, sucking on juliana’s bottom lip like she had an hour ago, and it is just as glorious. 

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

Hi, i hope you are feeling good! Im better than yesterday so i can finally answer you. First of all: i am so happy that you shared your fanfiction! i had a great time reading it! Im always open for more recs. Maybe your all time favorites? Or if you know some good h/c these are always welcome :) And YESSS please send me a link to your fanvids. -- yeah 13rw was super cursed. haha i also watched season 1 but thankfully i was able to sto watching becaue i could feel it making me feel bad (1)

I agree the suicide scene was just cringe (but i think i remember reading somewhere that they cut it out? idk) and overall this show just gave me the feeling that there was no hope and things are always getting worse instead of better and i hated that. but enough of that cursed show. can i just say i really admire how open you are about your feelings (like being suicidal and that) i realy, really admire this about you. i have so much respect for you that you can just share your feelings here (2)

I have never heard of ace attorney but that story you described sounds really good. and i get reading sth that isnt good for you and still doing it (because im a dumb bitch too :D) -- okay i might accept that Root will never grow on you (but i thought so too and look at me now :D) but i havent fully given up yet :)-- yes thats the girl. i think it was really sweet when she said that to Shaw. and i think Shaw appreciated it that someone tried to figure her out instead of just writting her off (3)

Shaw is really cool and definately also a badass and in combination with John its just great! but you will have to suffer trough some Shoot.  but maybe, maybe you will end up not hating Root. hope dies last (idk how the saying goes in english, sorry). -- Did you ever ship Caresse (in a romantic way)? cause sometimes i do and sometimes i dont and i get so confused about it :) but i think most of the time i like them more as friends. anyway her death really sucked and you are right with (4)

her death and them losing the library it felt like a different show (i mean i guess it was a different show then). i kinda get your feelings about the destroyed library because i also really loved it (and im really bad with change) but i dont think it affected me as much as you. but yeah i still missed the library very much. and while the subway is a really cool new place its not the same. (also the subway is super dark cause its underground and idk it just makes the whole thing less homey) (5)

Yes he is everything! such a great, interesting character and i wish there were more John-centric episodes! (like ones that explored his character more). that was one of my biggest dislikes of the later seasons that John wasnt featured as much anymore. i think he chuckled a few times in the show but a real laugh? i cant remember one :(  -- He did promise Joss to talk to Tyler so @show were is that talk? -- if seen the vid its awesome! thehiddenmemory has some great poi vids! (6)

yes i think so too. Like Grace would probably be relived and thankful that Harold is still alive and maybe they would even try again but eventually she would figure out that she cant trust him after lying to him for so long or sth like that and Harold would ofc realize that he is in love with someone else now. And then he finds out that John is still alive but stayed away cause he didnt want to get in the way of Harold/Grace. But then Harold comes back. And when they meet again John is like (7)

you came back for the machine? what about Grace. But Harold tells him he came back for John not the machine and then they kiss and have a happy live with Bear (sorry i got a little carried away here :D). -- Yeah Zoe is really hot and she needed more screen time! -- i hope you have a good day and i hope i havent messed up the numbers on the asks! :)

Hi ! I'm finally free from the resits, I hope you're doing okay with your thesis 💛

Sorry for replying late, there was the exam resits, and I read a bunch of fics, then I fell into pokémon and started bingewatching it. (Also I had a breakdown during therapy today so I'm gonna finish writing my answer to distract myself - it's been sitting in my drafts for so long rip)

Thank you !! It was a very personal thing, I'm really happy you liked it !! Your support and your comment made me thrive 💛💛

Tbh I was surprised to see it get kudos given that the only intended audience was my self projecting ass 🤣

So, my fav fics (my fav fic ever is in French, rip to y'all bc it's so good):

I am, I am, I am by RavenWhitecastle

Actually check the entire series this work belongs to: The Sinner and the Saint. I haven't finished it yet but I love it (I just skipped the explicit fics bc I don't like smut or sub!John)

Breaking All The Rules by talkingtothesky

Outsider Perspective by Neery

A Really Private Person by astolat

Hamartia (the hero's fatal flaw) by astolat

If Only for Tonight by spacemutineer

From Here, Where? by AKMars

Stroll by TheaNishimori

and the world was gone by lunarcorvid

a light that never goes out by vindicatedtruth

Limitations. by Michaelssw0rd

Reel you in and spit you out by Michaelssw0rd

All I Want For Christmas Is You by richmahogany

By What Power I Am Made Bold by brinnanza

Aftershocks by darringtons

At Certain Hours It All Breaks Down by nogoaway

construction of a kingdom by the_ragnarok

You Take Me Higher Than I've Gone by talkingtothesky

All Together Now by beadedslipper

I'll Let the Waters Still by brinnanza

Birthday Tradition by talkingtothesky

Things My Father Taught Me by KRyn

Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder by infiniteeight

Better Luck This Time by Lisztful

Motivations by JenNova

What's On the Table by cortue

In Another Life by Della19

I Thought We Already Were by talkingtothesky

Misunderstandings by thisstarvingartist

This is already fucking long omg so for the h/c: my bookmarks filtered with Rinch and h/c

Here's my playlist, it's mostly Rinch, but there are a few not Rinch vids, plus some scenes I like

This is long enough already, so it's time for a read more. Also, warning, we be talking about suicide

The portrayal of suicide is cringe most of the time anyway. If my suicidal ass can find a list of suicide methods and their lethality in 2 mins on Google you'd think writers who are supposed to do some research would be able to find them too but no they're like "ah yes slicing wrists" even though it's literally the shittiest method 🙄 (I just don't understand why slicing wrists seems to be such a popular method in the collective imagination ? It's weird.) At least in 13rw she took aspirin and cut herself vertically instead of horizontally but still, no hesitation wounds, and she dies even though she only got 4 wounds iirc ? I know more about jumping off bridges than slicing wrists, but it kinda sounds like bullshit to me. Also Netflix once suggested "beyond the reasons" to me, it's a sort of discussion with the cast and crew of 13rw and the only thing I remember is a moment of intellectual masturbation abt how they "opened a discussion abt suicide" 😬😬😬

They may have cut it out it's not impossible, idk I didn't hear about it, but it's not like I look for info about this dumpster fire lol. Maybe they faced backlash ? Wouldn't be surprised given how shit the show was. And yeah it has a hopeless vibe, I mean that's how it be when you're suicidal, but I didn't like it either.

You're sweet 💜💜 it's interesting that you find it respectable or admirable, I don't have an external point of view, so I'm just like 🤷 it is what it is. I understand where you're coming from though, I guess it's still quite a taboo subject, and suicidal people don't always feel comfortable talking about it, so me throwing around that I jumped off a bridge must be surprising. I'm detached enough from my suicide attempt that I'm able to talk about it without much of a problem, and I'm not really suicidal anymore.

Dumb bitches unite 👏👏👏 we be out there reading shit we shouldn't read

Yeah I think it's nice how the show didn't portray Shaw as a bad person for not having "normal feelings". Well, hope makes one live as we say in French (idk the English saying either lol) but don't hold much hope about me liking Root lmao

I used to ship careese bc they kissed in the crossing, but then I read some Rinch fics and I just ended up falling into it to the point where I stopped caring about careese. Now I think their relationship works better as a friendship.

Yeah all that change really puts me off... It just gives me "bad spin-off" vibes. Especially since there is less John :( and less Rinch :((((

Lmao yeah I just have a lot of feelings about early poi hgkfglrk. Also :/ I'm sad about the subway being less homey pls I just want happiness ?? I swear this show destroys my heart on top of owning my last braincell (brb changing my blog title to this lmao)

Mood I need all the John-centric eps, give me m o r e characterization and development and backstory and feelings hhhhhhh. I love him so much I just wanna spend more time with him. And that's what fics are for ! Yeah thehiddenmemory is so talented ! Astolat made some good ones too, on top of writing really good fics ! (Our fandom has been blessed with the presence of one of the ao3 founders hell yeah)

Also, remember how we talked abt the poi subreddit ? The other day I left a comment on there, wild I know. It wasn't a discussion about the last seasons though, I'm not crazy, it was about the impact poi had in our lives so I said it literally taught me English. Who knows maybe sometimes I'll comment again lol. I just don't wanna meet one of those people who prefer late poi over early poi.

Allow me to uuuuh write something based on what you said. Don't ask me how John survived with no major injuries, my man got that Thick Plot Armor alright. Hope you appreciate me getting carried away sjdkdksk it's kinda rushed and the first part isn't that good bc idk how to write Grace I'm just here for that sweet sweet Rinch stuff

Harold is eating breakfast with Grace in her kitchen – he can't think of her home as his home – when his phone vibrates. It's a text from the machine. It's a surprise, she barely contacted him since... He blocks the thoughts and the images coming to his mind. The machine sent him a picture. When he opens it, his heart misses a beat. Right here on his screen is a silhouette he thought he would never see again. His phone vibrates again. Another picture, this time it's unmistakably John, wearing his signature suit, Bear next to him. Transfixed, he stares at his phone until he feels Grace gently touching his arm. She goes straight to the point.

"Is it John ?" He looks up in confusion, but before he can say anything, she adds, "I hear you call him in your sleep every night."

"It's him, yes." He doesn't want to explain. He only wants to see John, to touch him, to tell him how much he loves him.

"You should go back to him. I like you, Harold. I am deeply relieved to see you alive. But I've been thinking, and... It's not working. This, us... You aren't really the man I fell in love with, the man I grieved... I can't trust you anymore." She doesn't say 'You lied to me' but Harold hears it all the same.

~

Harold sits on their bench. The machine indicated John often comes here. Soon enough, his arms are full of Bear, and John is standing in front of him.

"John. How are you ?" he asks when Bear finally calms down.

"Busy. And you ?"

Harold eyes him suspiciously – John once said he was busy when he was bleeding and way too close to death – but he seems to be well.

"I'm fine." He doesn't have time for awkward small talk." I thought you were dead. Why didn't you contact me ?"

"The machine told me you were with Grace. I thought you wanted to come back to your previous life. I didn't want to crash into it and ruin what you had."

Harold wants to be angry at him, but he understands. He did the same with Grace.

"You would never ruin anything. Besides, my relationship with Grace... didn't survive my lies. She's very dear to my heart, but she's a part of my previous life, as you said."

"So you came back for the machine, and the numbers, like the good old times ?"

Harold gets up from the bench.

"I came back for you. You are an important part of my life. The most important part."

John smiles, finally. He takes a step towards Harold, they're so close they could kiss. Harold reaches out, grips his shirt and slowly inches closer. He's still afraid of being rejected but John wraps his arm around him and kisses him. The kiss is over too soon. John's smile is even wider when they part.

"You're the most important part of my life too," he says before kissing Harold again. "You will stay ?"

"Always."

Damn I live for sappy Rinch stuff.

Bitches decided that Harold saying "always" is peak Rinch. It's me I'm bitches.

Also ofc I had to make a reference to number crunch, who do you think I am

Anyway. I hope you have a good day ! 💛

[greennct]

a cut above the rest | lee taeyong

for chlo~

hair-stylist!au honestly taeyong was the only member i could write this au for, because he’s so overworked & dyes his hair so damn much lol 🥴🥴🥴 if any rich nctzens are reading this pls bring him some conditioner and a kingsize bed at the next fansign

omg also I have no idea how a hair salon works so i’m so sorry for my inaccurate descriptions of how to dye hair sksksks

fluffy, two idiots in love my favourite kind tee hee, 4.5k words

song rec: lucky strike by trove sivan

Today was going to be a long day. 

Usually, when you dyed hair, you were allowed the luxury of dealing with only one client over a series of hours, or days if necessary. However, your salon was well-known, and highly respected, meaning that you received frequent visits from kpop groups. Each and every time the idols came in, your usually tranquil hair salon was thrown into chaos. 

The colouring needed to be done as quickly and discreetly as possible, to avoid the public catching wind of any spoilers for their potential comeback. Unfortunately, this meant shutting the salon down for at least 24 hours, and running all over the place attempting to complete about thirty odd jobs at once. As one of the senior members of staff there, you usually had the luxury of picking and choosing your clients, however whenever idol groups came in, you were expected to oversee each and every member, in order to ensure that they all received the exact treatment that their company entrusted you to give them. 

To be honest, you didn’t mind tending to idols if their group was small. They were usually starved for conversation outside of their tight inner circle of mangers and staff members, so always provided you with fun stories and easy chatter. However, this relaxed and friendly attitudes only applied for groups with at most, six members. Since not every member would have a full-on bleach and colour, you had time to stop for a cup of coffee now and then, and still get the job done on time.

Today, however, you were not going to be granted that luxury. 

Today, NCT 127 had been booked.

Nine members, though notably much more polite and charming than your average kpop idols, were still nine members, and that meant your day would be spent without hope of even sitting down. What’s more, SM had informed you that morning that every member would at least need a toner to alter their shade a slight amount. Essentially, your workload had just been doubled. Great.

You had barely polished off the breakfast your colleague had grabbed from the café next door, when the boys, accompanied by two managers, tumbled through the door. One of your interns then immediately pulled curtains over the shop front window, turning the sign in the door to read CLOSED. The boys immediately displayed signs of relief, cracking smiles as they pulled off the caps, glasses and masks that prevented them from being recognised, and loped over to their respective chairs.

You caught eyes with Lee Taeyong right away, and looked away to hide the faint blush that dusted your cheeks.

Unfortunately for you, hopeless infatuation with a more or less stranger was a much more common occurence than the average person. You had the tendency to fall in love, or at least into some type of temporary, superficial lust with the idol customers who visited the salon. Chan from Seventeen, Wonpil from Day6, and most recently, Taeyong from NCT. However, this crush on him was bothering you a lot more than your previous ones had.

Usually, your passing fancy was exactly that; passing. Usually intense, but still extremely fleeting. You could hold a coherent conversation with them within months, sometimes even weeks. However, with Lee Taeyong, you had found yourself stuttering for almost half a year now. It certainly didn’t help that he was definitely the most frequent client at your salon, changing his hair colour practically every month.

Though you two knew each other by name now, you were honestly too scared to actually spend a significant amount of time with him, since you knew how quickly your social skills fell apart around someone you liked. So, today you were determined to avoid spending time with him at all costs.

Of course, fate had other ideas. You quickly spotted two employees who were attempting to bleach Taeyong’s hair. No matter how awkward you felt around him, you were not about to let your incompetence get in the way of your profession, and so practically sprinted over to the chair he was sitting in. 

“Guys, guys!” You tried not to whine. “If you start the bleaching process at the bottom of the head, you’re going to have to go over your original strips when you put the colour in.” Grabbing a brush from one of their hands, you ignored their bewildered expressions, to collect the strands falling over his forehead, just brushing his eyelids. He looked up from his phone when you did so, and gave a lopsided grin of recognition when he saw your face. He graciously ignored the blush blooming on your cheeks from stroking his face so boldly.

“Hey! It’s been a while, huh?” 

“Uh... Yeah, I guess.” You attempted to play off your nervousness at replying to him as being entirely focused on his hair.

“How are you?” He continued, switching off his phone, and looking at your reflection in the mirror opposite you.

“Can’t complain.” You tried to smile back at him, but it came out as what looked like a pained grimace. “Er, you?”

“Tired. Always tired.” He chuckled, but you frowned slightly.

“You should get some rest. Sleep in the chair if you want, no one will mind.” Your parental instincts allowed you to forget how to be awkward for a while. concern taking over from the butterflies in your stomach.

“Maybe.” Taeyong didn’t sound convinced. “I’ve got to monitor our dance practice, but I’m, like, genuinely fine, otherwise. Like you said, I can’t complain.” He smiled again, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

It was obvious your worry made him uncomfortable, so you tried to scale it back, smoothing the frown lines off your forehead. “Whatever you say,” your tone was much more lighthearted. “All I’m saying is, I’m sure your fans would prefer it if you were conscious for your next comeback, not falling asleep on stage.”

“I won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.” He assured you, letting out a wry laugh while looking away from you. 

“All I’m saying is, no one’s going to judge you if you take a ten, twenty minute power-nap.” You chided gently. 

“You’re so sweet.” He turned around to look up at you, eyes soft, slight smile tugging at his lips.

You let out something that resembled a squeak, and thrust the bleach-covered brush at the coworker standing next to you. 

“NicespeakingtoyouTaeyongbye!” You managed, before rushing off to the sinks to calm yourself down. It was almost embarrassing how affected you had been by one single look.

You did not manage to talk to Taeyong again that day. You were surprised how disappointed you were by the fact, however all your resentment washed away, when you caught him snoring softly in his chair, dance practice still playing in the phone in his hands.

-

You didn’t end up seeing Taeyong for a few months after that. Unsurprisingly, that made you even more curious as to his whereabouts. You found yourself refreshing your social media much more frequently, constantly checking NCT update accounts for any kind of news. You told yourself that it was all due to concern for his health, and it was true that you did fret over the eyebags that were prevalent even through his thickly made-up face. However, you also caught yourself smiling at candid photos of him taken by fansites, and giggling at his group’s appearances on variety shows. 

You were worried about your crush. It had never gone further than harmless attempts at flirting with any other customers you had before, and something told you that the intensity was not going to fade any time soon. And that sacred you. You tried to occupy yourself as much as you could with things to keep your mind off Taeyong. Extra clients at work, reconnecting with old friends, clubbing every weekend. However, each time you thought that you were finally getting over your feelings for him, you would be reminded of his presence. 

Sometimes it would be a huge billboard on the subway, however it was mostly something small and stupid that reminded you of him. A stuffed bear with huge eyes just like his, laughter heard from across a crowded restaurant that sounded like his, even the red of a balloon tugged along by a little boy that was the exact shade that you had just dyed Taeyong’s. In other words; you were screwed.

However, that morning, you barely had enough time to think of anything, let alone your illicit crush as you shoved a banana in your mouth, scrabbling to lock your front door. You had slept in, and woken up to around fifteen missed calls from your boss. You ran to your car, putting your phone on speaker, and then reversing out of your parking space as you called her back.

“I’m so sorry, I completely overslep-”

“Finally!” Came the shriek on the other end. “Listen, we’ve got NCT coming in today.”

“Oh.” You blinked, immediately regretting not taking a few extra minutes to pick a cuter outfit. “W-which unit?” You tried not to make your nerves noticeable.

“All of them.”

“What?!” You squawked. “All units?!”

“Did I mention the three new members they’ve added? With no notice to us at all? And that they’re expected in fifteen minutes!”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I was.” 

You didn’t even bother to hang up before you let out your groan

-

Just under twenty minutes later, you almost knocked down the doors to the salon. Immediately eighteen boys, five staff members, and twelve of your colleagues stopped what they were doing to look at you. And of course, you could only see Taeyong. Staring at you with a good-natured twinkle in his eye, perfect as always. Great.

You waved to your boss apologetically, as you ducked into the backroom to put your coat away. And then, you got to work.

The day was one of the hardest that you had ever spent at your job. Not only did you have to organise everyone’s hair colouring, which meant attempting to have a eighteen individual fifteen minute consultations within five minutes, you also had to coordinate who would be doing what when, ensuring that there wasn’t a seven-person queue at the sinks, and that no one’s hair fell out from bleach being left in it for too long.

It was actually coming towards the end of the day when you finally got a chance to even be near Taeyong. You saw him sitting in one of the sink chairs alone, and decided to rinse out his final round of toner, since you figured even the interns needed a break. You admired the dusty pink hue that he had chosen silently, as you made your way over. Though it was true that the two of you usually engaged in conversation, no matter how awkward while you did his hair, by the time you managed to get to the salon chair, his softly rising and falling chest showed you that he had already fallen asleep, head lolling in the sink attached to the head of the chair. You smiled, in spite of yourself, and turned the hose on softly, testing the temperature with your hand before starting to wet his scalp. 

You made sure to do your job gently, but meticulously, massaging his scalp slightly to ensure that all of the excess product was washed out his hair. You hummed under your breath, simply out of habit, enjoying the welcome break from the madness your day had been so far. 

However, you were barely two minutes into the job when Taeyong let out a soft moan. It was so quiet that only the two of you could have heard it, yet the noise startled you so much that you dropped the hose with a loud clang, spraying water all over both Taeyong and yourself. The salon was immediately thrown into pandemonium, as stylists abandoned their posts to mop the two of you up. You apologised over and over to Taeyong, unable to even look him in the eye. 

Later, when your boss asked you what had happened, confused since you had, up until then, been such a reliable and talented employee, you were unable to vocalise what had happened. You had barely had time to even breathe since the incident, but had accidentally caught Taeyong’s eye as he swept a cursory glance around the salon to check that all the members had left before walking out himself. As soon as you locked eyes, he blushed an even deeper shade of crimson than you did.

As if your life could get any worse.

-

Over the next few months, you came to the harsh realisation that Taeyong was avoiding you. Whenever NCT came in to your salon, he mysteriously always had a schedule, or some kind of last minute commitment that the staff members assured you he absolutely could not back out of. Even though it had technically been him who had let out that sound, it seemed that you were the one being punished for it. 

However, you knew that you did not have ownership over Taeyong, after a while, begins to come to terms with not ever seeing him again, as it seemed he was extremely determined to make that happen. He stopped popping into your thoughts as much - some days he didn’t cross your mind at all, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief to yourself that your crush was finally coming to an end, convincing yourself that his hiatus was in no way because your feelings were mutual. 

That was, until a fateful stormy Wednesday evening, when you were left to close up the shop by yourself. Until, sopping from the torrential rain outside, an all-too-familiar figure burst through the door, breathing heavily, as if he had ran all the way from his dorm to your doorstep. Until all of your buried feelings resurfaced in full force, with one look at his face.

“Taeyong?” You almost whispered, incredulous. “What are you doing here?”

He stood, motionless, dripping water onto the floor. “I have to dye my hair.” He grunted.

“W-well, um, I’m closing, so if you could come back in the morni-”

“No.” He shook his head fervently. “I have to do it now.”

Something about the way his voice broke slightly on the last word in the sentence, shook something within you, and so, instead of refusing, or even asking him why, you simply sighed and pulled out the nearest salon chair.

He seemed slightly taken aback at how quickly you had complied, his demeanour immediately changing from intimidating, to the much more neurotically polite Taeyong that you knew. “Are you sure? I mean-”

“What colour do you want, Lee?” You called from the other side of the salon, already mixing bleach in a bowl.

“Green, please.”

“Green?” You raised your eyebrows. “How green?”

“Have you ever seen our lightstick?”

-

Three and a half hours later, you were exhausted. It was God-knows-what-time at night, and you had been on your feet for the entire duration of you bleaching Taeyong’s hair about three times, colouring it twice, and adding in enough toner to last a lifetime. What’s more, you had completed your tasks in complete silence. Not even on his phone, Taeyong instead opted to stare determinedly at his own reflection, avoiding your curious gaze, and remaining stoically voiceless. Instead of your usual friendly conversation, all you could hear was the howling of the wind against the windows of the salon, and the rumbles oft under that seemed to be coming even nearer to you. 

Though you weren’t particularly afraid of storms, you had to admit that being in such an uncomfortable situation so late at night made you much more wary than you were usually. However, you were much too nervous around Taeyong to even giggle at the awkwardness that hung thick in the air, let alone confide in him your nervousness about the weather. You were beginning to realise that he had an effect on you that no one else ever had before. You were tongue-tied.

However, your ordeal was now finally over. You rolled your head around, stretching out your neck as you walked Taeyong to the door after he had paid, still with neither of you saying anything. You fumbled with your keycard in order to open it, incredibly conscious of his close proximity in his eagerness to leave, breath fanning the back of your neck. You slotted your electronic card into the door’s lock, and watched the light by the handle turn green with a small beep. You then attempted to push the door open, but were prevented by the definitive sound of the lock rattling.

“What?” You muttered under your breath.

Swiping the keycard once more, you tried to open the door again, but were met with the exact same stubborn lock, and a distinctive sinking feeling in your stomach.

“What’s wrong with the door?” Taeyong asked.

You could tell he was impatient, shifting his weight from side to side, and attempting to surreptitiously check his phone for the time.

“I don’t know, it’s... it’s not opening. The lock is jammed or something, I think it might be because of-”

“The storm.” Taeyong finished your sentence. “But that doesn’t make sense. All the other electricity in the building would be fucked up as well. If it’s only the door then-”

Just as he uttered those words, as if by some sick twist of fate, the lights in the salon flickered a few times, before suddenly shutting off.

“Shit.” You said, more to yourself than anyone else.

“Shit is right.” Taeyong huffed. He was already pulling his phone out, dialling a number. You toggled the light switches by the door, but were met with no response.

You both waited with baited breath for the familiar sound of the regular beeps of Taeyong’s, signalling that it was calling someone, that you had a chance at escaping. However, the phone was silent, refusing to follow it’s owner’s instructions. Taeyong tried another number. Then another, then another, and soon he was going through what looked like his entire contact list whilst pacing up and down in the dark.

“I don’t think we have service, Taeyong, there’s no point-”

“I’m trying to get out of here!” He whipped around, snapping at where he had last seen you standing. “Some of us have places to be, you know!”

You couldn’t help but let out a tiny gasp. This was a new, short-tempered and just plain rude side of Taeyong that you had never encountered before. 

He didn’t respond in any way to your small reaction, instead finally stopping his pacing. Your eyes still weren't used to the dark, and so you squinted in an attempt to work out where he was, having realised the sounds of him moving had stopped, until you heard his voice right by your ear.

“Sorry.”

You jumped about five feet in the air. “Jesus!” You exclaimed. “You scared me!”

Even then, with both of you still so awkward with each other, and in such a terrifying situation, Taeyong managed to laugh.

“What?” You huffed. “That was terrifying! I can’t see anythi-”

Taeyong switched on the torch on his phone. You resisted the urge to shove your face into your hands. By this time, you had slid down the wall into a little ball, wrapping your arms around your legs. You could now clearly see Taeyong sitting a short distance away from you.

“Oh.” You almost whispered, unsure of whether or not you should attempted to initiate conversation. 

After a short pause, in which you could physically feel the uncomfortableness of the situation seeping through the room, Taeyong continued speaking. 

“I am sorry though, seriously. I’ve just been stressed recently, ‘cause it’s awards season. I haven’t changed my hair in so long, because I’ve been so mortified about what I did, but the managers told me I needed to change my look, so I came as late as I could to avoid you, but you ended up being the only one here, which is why I’ve been so disgustingly awkward, and now we’re locked in, but I only have a few hours to practice my solo choreography until sound check, but now I don’t have anywhere to practice, not to mention how I definitely won’t get to sleep now, and the members are gonna kill me, since I’m now basically M.I.A., and I don’t-”

Taeyong cut himself off, when you reached over and grabbed his hand. It was an impulsive decision, that shocked you as much as him, however as soon as you did it, you somehow knew that you had made the right choice.

“Taeyong, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now.” You weren't exactly sure where you were going with this, but looking at how desperately his brown eyes bored into your own, you understood that you had to at least try to comfort him. "Everything must be incredibly stressful, so firstly, you do not have to apologise to me at all.”

“But-”

You silenced him with a look. “I think it’s amazing, and incredibly admirable that you have so many concerns for the others around you, and so much dedication towards your career. But, Taeyong, maybe this is a good thing. No one is going to be angry at you for getting trapped somewhere out of your control, especially when you were trying to follow orders. Maybe this is a sign that you need to take a minute to think about yourself.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Taeyong protested stubbornly, now staring down at your intertwined fingers. 

“When’s the last time you slept for more than an hour or two, huh?” You reasoned.

“I...” 

“Exactly.” You said. “You know what, you’re sleeping now.”

“What?!” 

“You heard me. I’ll watch our phones, and keep checking the door, but as long as we’re trapped here, I’m going to force you to finally get some rest, Tae!” The nickname slipped out, but he didn’t comment on it. It had felt so natural slipping off your tongue, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest in spite of yourself.

“What about my dance practice? I only learnt it yesterday!” He protested.

“Then it’s their fault for not teaching it to you sooner.” You replied.

“I’m serious. I have to make sure it’s okay.” 

You knew Taeyong would not let it go, let alone relax until he had the stupid thing nailed. 

“Fine. Ten minutes.” 

“Twenty.”

“Fifteen, and no more.” You bargained.

“What’s the song? I’ll play it for you.” You offered, searching it up via his instructions, whilst he stretched. Since the room was so quiet, your phone was a sufficient speaker, with the tinny sound of the beat just loud enough to enable Taeyong to hit each move perfectly.

You watched him, enthralled by the way he made his body twist and turn, contorting himself in order to pull off the most seamless performance you had seen from him. Again, you found yourself in awe of the boy’s talent.

“Are you sure you learnt this yesterday?” You tease. “You’re amazing.”

You didn’t miss the way Taeyong’s face heated up at your compliment.

“I, um... Well, it’s only cause, you see, the thing is-”

You interrupted his stammering with a chuckle. “Admit that you’re talented and drop it, Tae. Now come to bed.” 

Taeyong almost choked at your provocative statement, and you realised that you enjoyed making him flustered.

“S-sure.” 

You laughed again when you watched him lie down on the floor. “I’m not letting you sleep like a homeless person!” You teased. “Put your head on my lap, it’s much softer than wood, I promise.” 

You had no idea where all of your newfound confidence was coming from, however you had an inkling that it might have had something to do with the way that Taeyong looked at you. Like you had galaxies collected in your eyes.

Barely able to look at you, he shuffled over, to rest his head on your jeans. Unable to resist, you started to run your fingers through his hair, blowing lightly on his neck, until he groaned.

“Please don’t. You’re too good at this.”

You blushed. “What?”

“This is what got me in trouble last time.” Taeyong was slurring his words slightly, and you realised with surprise, that he was already half asleep. “As if your smile, your smell, your personality wasn't enough, you’re so damn good as playing with my hair. It’s incredibly-” he paused to yawn, “-distracting.” 

You smiled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have a big, fat crush on you!” He mumbled. 

There was a few seconds of silence where you simply blinked, attempting to process what you had just heard, before Taeyong shot up.

“Oh my god, I didn’t just say that out loud did I-”

The rest of his sentence was muffled by your lips on his. It barely took a few seconds for Taeyong to melt into the kiss with a smile, cupping his hands around your face, and pulling you closer to him. 

You broke apart when the fireworks in your stomach became so agitated you could barely breathe.

“In case you haven’t realised,” you said, panting slightly. “I have a big, fat crush on you, too.” 

“Well, then,” Taeyong grinned, already leaning in again, “There’s only one thing to do.”

“Nuh, uh.” You shook your head. “You are going to sleep, Mister.” You pushed his head onto your lap again. “What kind of person would I be if I deprived you of an opportunity to actually sleep?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, gazing up at you with nothing short at adoration in his expression.

“Afraid so.” You replied, smirking down at him.

“Well, this is very upsetting.” He pouted playfully, and you couldn't help but to pinch one of his cheeks gently.

“There’s really only one thing that’s going to make me feel better.” He continued.

“Oh yeah?”

“Goodnight kisses. Lots and lots of goodnight kisses.”

-

The next morning, you were woken by a very flustered intern who had been sent to prepare the shop for it’s opening. The electricity had come back on at around five in the morning, but neither of you had been awake to notice. You sent the girl off on a mundane task in the back, whilst you typed your number into Taeyong’s phone. 

He apologised for having to leave, and then you apologised for having kept him so long. He thanked you for letting him sleep on your lap, and then you thanked him for being “Such a ray of sunshine.” 

The intern gasped loudly when she saw Taeyong kiss you goodbye, however you were so infatuated that you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. He was all yours now, and you couldn’t be more grateful that your crush hadn’t worn off in the slightest.

[ionlycareaboutyou]

prompt: kind of a niche ship but could you write some richie n seth fluff pls? i love your fics!!✨

omg i love this ship. i’ve written them vaguely (richie/seth/stefon threesome fic) but never on their own? so this was a v fun challenge for me. i hope u like it, u’ve inspired me to write more for them!

cw for this being set in IT ch 2 canon, so eddie is like. dead and gone for good, unfortunately, and it is discussed. i picture this fic being set around 2017. i promise this fic isn’t just richie angst, there’s fluff! just gotta get through some sad parts first.

When he moved back to New York City, Richie felt like his 29-year-old self again. He still does sometimes. The NYC comedy scene and the LA one are distinctly different, despite all the NYC expats who move to LA to star in films or do voice acting or settle down and have a few kids. It didn’t feel right to go back, though. LA was all shine and sun, several layers of sky blue paint over decades worth of grime. At least NYC was honest in its grime for the most part. At least New Yorkers were able to joke about their greasy ass pizza and subway rats instead of all trying to be Instagram influencers. 

The real truth was that Richie had friends in NYC. In LA, he had none. And what he needed was friends. 

The funny thing about reconnecting with an old friend is that sometimes, even though it seems like a lot has changed, they’re still the same person, deep down. 

Seth is still a workaholic--the same workaholic who Richie met back when he hosted SNL for the first time. He still stays up til 4 AM sometimes, drinking dark, bitter coffee for the caffeine rather than the taste, darting in and out of cubicles, asking if anything new has cropped up in the past few hours that’s monologue worthy. He still wears those ratty sweatshirts during the day and changes into suits for the evening. He does shave more consistently, Richie will give him that. He still laughs high pitched and loud when a joke really gets him, and he still laughs at his own jokes, even, stumbling through them sometimes with tears welling up in his eyes. He still loves to drink tequila and whiskey and anything really that brings heat to his cheeks and more of that laughter bubbling out of his chest, though he tells Richie he doesn’t drink as much as he used to--he’s far too old for it now, and the hangovers are intense.

(“I do wanna do a day drinking segment with Rihanna, though,” he confides in him once over lunch. They’re eating greasy pizza, and Richie feels like he’s in heaven, because the shit in LA doesn’t even begin to measure up.

“Rihanna? Do you have, like, connections to her or something?”

“No! I wish,” Seth frowns at his slice of pepperoni. “Do you?”

Richie hoots out a laugh. “Dude, you are severely overestimating me if you think I know Rihanna. Good luck on your quest, though.”

“Hey, maybe Rihanna’s got a thing for raunchy comedians who wear the same shirt three days in a row and own like, two pairs of sneakers and refuse to buy new ones. I don’t know her personally, either.”

Richie flicks a piece of mushroom right at Seth’s face. He laughs in that way he does, and Richie’s chest flutters.)

And maybe it’s the fact that Seth is still Seth--still blue-eyed, New Hampshire, toothy grin Seth--that makes Richie fall for him. And he’s not even surprised by it. He thinks he’s always sort of had a piece of his heart reserved for Seth, even when he moved to LA. He was the first one to send him a congratulatory text when the news broke that he got Late Night, and he was always happy to wander around his too-empty LA apartment and shoot the shit with him for hours long phone calls about everything and anything and nothing at all. Seth was the first to welcome Richie with open arms back to NYC. They were the sort of friends that never truly fell apart, even when they went a while without speaking to each other.

It all comes tumbling out eventually, why Richie is back in NYC. Seth never really poses the question, but when Richie calls him one Tuesday night at 3 AM, eyes unfocused and hot with tears and chest heaving with hyperventilating sobs, the answer becomes clear to him. 

He’s still awake, of course, sitting in his office and staring at the writers’ Slack chat when the phone rings. “Are you awake, man? I’m sorry if I woke you,” Richie says into the phone, warbly.

Seth manages to talk him down from it when Richie admits he had a pretty vivid nightmare. He doesn’t judge him for a second or wonder why a 40-year-old man is so shook up by one. He simply talks slow and soft into the phone, telling him it’s okay and grounding him as best as he can. “You can tell me anything, Rich, you know that, right?” His voice is so goddamn sweet Richie wants to sob all over again.

So he tells him everything--well, rather, a condensed version of everything. He tells him he had friends as a kid back in Maine, really close friends, and they met up again after drifting apart, and he tells him that he saw his best friend in the world die right in front of his eyes. He’s careful with his words, but something tells him that even if he did explain all the clown shit, Seth would listen and comfort him all the same, even if he was confused by it. “I feel so bad for dumping this shit on you, dude,” Richie says, fighting back the tears that he’s finally managed to quell. “It’s just--”

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Seth assures him, “I can’t fucking imagine. I’m so sorry. I know that sounds really lame, to say I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t really fix anything.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t--no one really knows. I mean, my friends know, they were there, too, but...God, it’s so fucking complicated.” He lays his head back down on his pillow and exhales a shaky sigh, feeling mostly back down to earth. “I guess I just. I picked up my phone and dialed you because I needed to know everything was...you were okay and I wasn’t still in that fucking dream.”

“I get it. You don’t have to worry about that. You know I keep crazy hours anyway.” They manage to get a chuckle out of that. “I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but I’m glad you were with him in his final moments, I’m sure he was very glad to have you there.”

Richie swallows the baseball-sized lump in his throat. “God, I sure fucking hope so. He was…” he stops himself. He hadn’t told the other Losers what he wanted to say about Eddie and how he felt about him, but he was certain they knew. Seth is completely detached from this whole situation, but maybe putting out what he’s been harboring in his chest for so long will take some weight off it. “He was the first person I really fell in love with.”

“Oh, Rich.” Seth’s voice is soft and sad. 

“I know that’s a lot to tell you, and like, I haven’t even really told you, or anyone that I’m gay, but I guess here it is, this is so damn...ungraceful,” he rambles with a shaky little laugh, “But I guess I’m not really graceful anyway.”

“It’s okay. You know it doesn’t bother me at all, right? God, I sound like--every straight dude in the world right now. I’m totally cool with gays!”

“Well, maybe a little,” Richie says, unable to not give him a little shit, and he’s happy to hear Seth laugh on the other end. “But thanks. I’m glad you were the first person I told.”

“Well, when I tell you about the dudes I hooked up with in college, I know you’ll be chill about it, too.” Seth says, then adds, “Oh, guess I just did.”

“You what? Seth middle-name Meyers.”

“It’s Adam.” 

“Not the point. You what?”

“Dude, haven’t I told you like a million times about my crush on James Spader? Do you know how many times I’ve watched Pretty in Pink? Too many times. That’s not even the best Hughes film.”

“I thought that was like--a joke! You always said you wanted to grow your hair out like that!” He’s smiling against the phone, really truly grinning at this whole mutual coming out situation, and he’s so happy to be smiling again.

“Well, yeah, I do, but also, like, he was hot, okay? Him being bald now is the greatest tragedy of my life.” Seth says, laughing even more. 

“You know, I haven’t gone bald yet. I’ve got plenty of hair. It’s unwashed right now, but feel free to run your hands through it. We can roleplay. I’ll be...fuck, what was his name? The Pretty in Pink guy?” Richie hasn’t seen that movie since it came out. 

Seth answers very quickly. “Steff.”

“That’s it! I’ll be Steff, and you can be...Andie! That’s her name.” 

“Steff wasn’t the love interest, though, remember? He was the love interest’s asshole friend.”

Richie hums. “I’m kind of an asshole. Not as pretty of an asshole as Spader, though.”

“I think you’re perfectly pretty.”

“Thanks,” he smiles again. His stomach knots itself up, then un-knots. Seth Meyers, the man who’s all blue eyes, New Hampshire, and salt-and-pepper hair is calling him pretty. What a world.

After he hangs up and manages to catch a few hours of sleep, he’s not surprised when he gets a call from Seth a few days later asking if he wants to grab a drink, and there’s a different tone to his voice. He can’t quite place it, but it almost sounds nervous, like he doesn’t want to screw this up. He doesn’t screw anything up, though, and when they make their way back to Seth’s apartment, pleasantly buzzed, and end up on his couch, lips on lips, Richie isn’t really surprised, either. He smiles into each one.

--

They seem to divide their time in between either apartment, not quite ready to have the “hey, let’s move in together” conversation. It’s only been a few months, and they’re taking their time. Richie’s never let himself take his time before.

Most nights, they’re tangled up in whatever bed they’ve fallen into--tonight, it’s Seth’s, and Richie has managed to get him home at a reasonable time, around midnight, even though the show filmed several hours before. (“The news and the president don’t stop,” Seth has explained to him before, “But God, I wish they would.”) He’s running his fingers through Seth’s hair, which is surprisingly soft once all the product is washed out. Richie never gets tired of touching it. “You’re halfway to Spader, I think.”

“Yeah? I’ll see if makeup and wardrobe approve of me growing it out any longer, or if they’ll force me to cut it.” Seth sounds sleepy, but even in the dark Richie can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d like it,” he says, and presses a kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “Isn’t that enough?”

“For me? More than enough.” Seth brings him in for a proper kiss, long and deep and warm, hands wandering and stroking skin, unhurried and sweet. 

When they pull apart, it comes tumbling out, as things seem to do. “I love you.” It’s the first time Richie has said it. He’s known it, without a shadow of a doubt, for a while now. And he thinks Seth knew it, too, even if it went unsaid. He understood that Richie was working up to this sort of thing, to opening himself up and allowing himself to cry and feel and say things like that. Like I love you. And now it’s come out, like it was always bound to, and Richie feels Seth smile against his temple.

“I love you, too.”

“More than James Spader?”

Seth laughs. “Much more.” He pulls him in for another kiss, and they say “I love you” many more times that night, and almost every night afterward.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Saddiq + John Hammond = *Jurassic Noises* (Pls may i request android dinosaurs that Jericho must deal with. Ill give you my soul )

Enjoy!

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Markus gets the call early in the morning. He's spent over 78 hours working on refining the Android Rights bills so it takes him a while to process what Connor is telling him but (when it finally clicks) he practically vaults over his desk and trips out of his room. He scares the ever loving crap out of Matthew who was trying to administer Carl's meds, and apologizes profusely for intruding.

"Dad do you still have Mr. Siddiq's number?" The RK200 asks as he straightens his clothes. He looks a mess.

"It's one of my emergency numbers. I keep it on speed dial on my smartphone." Carl is amused by Markus's odd question, making sure to pat Matthew's arm reassuringly when the AP700 starts looking like an angry bird with ruffled feathers. He took his job as a caretaker very seriously and disliked sudden interruptions in his care schedule. "Why?"

"You're not going to believe this..." Markus mutters as he looks down at his feet.

"Try me."

---

Carl, it turns out, isn't that easy to surprise and takes the news in good stride. The others are the ones who cannot believe their eyes when they all drive downtown and lay eyes on

"Is... Is that a fucking T-rex?!" North's eyes are wide, while Josh looks like he's about to have some sort of stroke. Simon on the other hand looks like he's having a blast.

"I had almost forgotten the museum bought dinosaur android replicas for the prehistoric exibits!" The PL600 practically bounced in excitement as he watched the T-rex walk around, sniffing it's environment while the police kept it corraled with squad cars.

On the other side of the street Connor was helping lieutenant Anderson interrogate the museum owner.

The four leaders exchanged looks before walking over.

"I swear, it was all fine this morning, then Rex just..." The middle aged man flailed as he tried to find the right words "Bolted..."

"No signs of trouble from the other models?" The RK800 inquired further.

"None whatsoever." The man insisted.

Hank pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. He turned to look at the massive android dinosaur and shook his head in disbelief.

"At least it's not going around rampaging around town... We don't need a Jurassic Park reenactment."

"I doubt it would feel the need to do so lieutenant." Connor looked over as well "Most causes of aggression in newly deviated androids is due to abuse and emotional trauma, the signs of which are not at all present in this TRX1's general demeanor."

"I'd say he looks pretty happy." Simon added as the four joined the three men.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice, as you can see this is a... Rather strange case." Connor smiled sheepishly, looking somewhat apologetic towards Markus who looked a little out of it.

"We'd never mistreat Rex. He's practically the museum's crown jewel!" The owner exclaimed "Everyone loves him, especially the children."

"We can tell. He's very docile for uh, a T-rex..." Josh watched as the massive animal decided to lay down in the middle of the road, rumbling contentedly at its newfound freedom.

"Which is why I need help... He's a very good boy he is, so it'd feel cruel to coop him up inside in his old enclosure..." The owner frowned sadly.

Which was why Markus had preemptively asked for Mr. Siddiq's number. If anyone could properly house a deviant t-rex it was certainly him.

---

"I can't believe we're doing this..." North grumbled as the four leaders of Jericho chaperoned an android dinosaur through the city, much to the awe of several onlookers in the streets.

"Asad Siddiq's android animal sanctuary is located outside of city limits and we can't exactly ride the subway with a dinosaur." Markus sighed miserably as Rex lowered his head to nibble on the back of his coat. The large beast chirped affectionately as it lifted the coat up and over the RK200's head. "Why are you so upset about this anyway? I thought you of all people would love to get up close and personal with the tyrant king lizard."

"Tyrannosaurus Rex is overated." North shrugged "Carnos are waaay cooler."

"Carnos are only cool because of the horns. Allosaurus is a lot more impressive." Josh pointed out. "There's a fossil with a healed over broken jaw. Proof of it's adaptability, intelligence and survival tactics."

"You're both wrong. Look up the titanoboa. They ate Tyrannosaurus, Carnosaurus and Allosaurus for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Simon smirked.

"We get it Simon, if you could you'd live your life as a snake." North snorted.

"RA9 I wish..."

Markus sighed as the three bickered over which prehistoric animal was the best.

Rex licked the back of his head nearly making him fall over.

---

"This isn't my first dino rodeo if you'd believe it." Asad smiled as he ran a hand over the t-rex's massive snout.

Rex practically purred as it got a lot of attention from the elderly man and the YK500 sitting on top of its head.

"He's so big and pretty! He'll get along well with the others, won't he papa?" Bo giggled from atop the mighty android.

"You have a dinosaur dome?" Josh asked in disbelief.

"Indeed. I have gotten calls from several different locations that own all kinds of animal androids. The abuse cases are the worst, but mostly it's just establishments that find deviants too unpredictable to know what to do with them." Asad explained "The dinosaurs I have are from an amusement park. They're all a delight, especially the raptors. They enjoy solving puzzles and going through elaborate maze structures."

"Do you have any titanoboas?" Simon asked hopefully. He'd very greatly enjoy watching one in action.

"Sadly no. The only pair in Detroit was property of the museum and they were reported stolen two years ago..." Asad replied, frowning slightly. "I do wonder what ever happened to them..."

"So uh... What other dinosaurs do you have then?" North kicked a pebble out of the way, feigning lack of interest.

"Well we have a male Carnotaurus named El Diablo. He's a lovely shade of blood red and mahogany." Asad smiled.

"Do you have any Allosaurus?" Josh added.

"A whole group."

"Let us see! Please please please?" North and Josh looked over the moon with the thought of seeing their favorite dinos.

"Certainly! This way to the dome."

Markus watched Mr. Siddiq, North, Josh, Bo and Rex walk off while Simon sulked ever so slightly besides him.

"Aww... I wish there were titanoboas..."

"Simon, you practically own a Jurassic terror already... Your python is terrifying." The RK200 shuddered at the thought of those beady red eyes glaring at him.

"Oh he's not. He's a very sweet snake once you get to know him." Simon shook his head in disagreement and crossed his arms.

Markus considered this before shaking his head. Between the ornery and possessive albino reticulated python and a group of massive dinosaur androids, he'd rather take his chances with the less aggressive dinos.

[memoriesofyccjungrk]

. : waste it on me : .

a closed starter for @rkdongmin, backdated december 25, 2018

it’s the middle of dance practice, and yoojung feels like her body’s burning. it’s not an unusual feeling, after all – she’s working as hard as anyone else in the room, and it’s just getting warmer by the minute. contemporary isn’t exactly her forte, and the fact that she’s a centre makes her want to work that much harder to perfect the routine. while she’s not entirely unfamiliar with the style and is able to pick it up faster than others, she has to work a little harder than usual. it’s refreshing really, so she’s not falling too stagnant on her skills. she appreciates the change in pace, even if it’s making her even more tired than usual, and the anxiety of the impending performance ( despite it being quite a ways away still ) was weighing on her. she was sure it’d be nice to perform on a stage again, though.

time seems to pass quickly into their next short break, the instructor shouting for them to get drinks, relax for a second – she needed to work with a select group, and yoojung was lucky enough not to be one of them. so, she’d wandered back over to where her stuff laid in one of the corners, gulping down most of the water remaining in the bottle before pulling her phone out of her duffle, just to pass the time. the break wouldn’t be long, after all, and yoojung was sure that they wouldn’t really have another any time soon – probably not even until they were let go for dinner. so, yoojung decides to scroll through her messages, answering a handful.

it isn’t until she gets to a particular message that she furrows her brow – especially at the name. dongmin hadn’t so much as talked to her for quite some time, other than sending her a christmas present that morning. she’d been so shocked he’d even remembered to send her anything that she barely knew what to say.

this, however, was different.

(( dongminnie )) he pl

upon seeing the text, yoojung swallowed – she knew what it meant. what it was supposed to say, despite the fact it was misspelled; anxiety bubbled in her chest as she stared at the message from the male. a part of her wanted to text back, ask if he was okay – but that would’ve just been a stupid question, of course he wasn’t okay. he wouldn’t have sent her the text if he was okay, she couldn’t be stupid. another part of her wants to ignore it. the male had been ignoring her for weeks after their supposed meaningless “date,” even though she knew for a fact that dongmin knew how she felt. anyone could’ve seen through her – she knew she wore her heart on her sleeve – which was why it hurt even more to have it played with. and this text – wasn’t it just that ? he knew she’d come for him if something was wrong, he was smart enough to realize that. if something was really wrong – but something had to be really wrong, right ?

she stared at the text for a moment too long, before turning the display off on her phone and hurrying back to practice the moment the instructor called them. she wanted to push it from her mind, just ignore the text altogether and not worry about it. he wasn’t her responsibility, after all – if he was going to get himself into trouble, that was his problem.

but yoojung cared too much. and as much as she didn’t want it affecting her, she knew her heart wasn’t all in the performance. the instructor didn’t seem to say anything, but she’d noticed the woman’s keen eyes linger on her longer than usual more than a handful of times – she was thankful the instructor never seemed to call her out, however. every time she thought she had her entire focus on the performance, dongmin came back into mind – she wondered if he was okay ? should she maybe call someone to check on him ? who did she know that could go to him ? – and she made a misstep. cursing herself every time, she made sure to fall back in line with the rest of the trainees, and continue as if nothing had happened.

once they were let out for dinner, yoojung had no appetite.

instead of going to the cafeteria, yoojung wandered into one of the empty practice rooms, shutting the door quietly behind her and took a moment to stare into the mirror. she really was just some lovesick puppy who would do anything to make sure he was okay, wasn’t she ? it was kind of disgusting. she was making herself sick with worry over him, and it was only irritating her. she shouldn’t be so concerned, he’d ghosted her for weeks with no explanation. none, whatsoever. she should be angrier than she was, shouldn’t she ?

she attempted calling him – but to no avail.

he had to be okay, right ? nothing could’ve happened to him … right ? thoughts continued to plague yoojung through the rest of her day and focusing on what she was actually supposed to be doing was pretty much a fruitless effort. everything she did was off-beat – anyone could tell there was something bothering her. she was such an open book …

once they were let out, yoojung practically bolted from royal to the nearest subway station. it would still be another hour to dongmin’s apartment, and there was not guarantee the male would even be there – after all, he sent the text hours ago. he could be completely fine now … yoojung pointed out to herself, settling into her seat on the subway and staring blankly out the window. he could’ve texted someone else, too … letting out a long sigh, yoojung unlocked her phone and moved quickly to dongmin’s contact. she hesitated a moment before tapping the call button – only to be met by voicemail once again. letting out a long sigh, yoojung knew it was a fruitless effort. the entire ride, yoojung continued playing with the hem of her sweatshirt, surprised that it wasn’t frayed or misshapen by the time she arrived at her stop. she made her way quickly from the station to dongmin’s, pausing outside the male’s door. the text was from hours ago, who was to say that he wasn’t fine now ? who was to say he didn’t find someone else – but the sinking feeling still ached in the pit of her stomach.

she knocked on the door once. twice. three times. she wondered whether or not the male was even home – after all, it wasn’t like she knew where he’d texted her from. her eyes trailed to where she knew the male had a hidden key – wondered if it was too much of a breach of privacy to just make sure he wasn’t actually hope. any logic in the situation disappeared as she reached for where she knew the key laid, and she quickly unlocked the door – she was just making sure he was okay. it wasn’t weird, she was just being a good friend.

yep, a good friend.

she opened the door gingerly, stepping into the male’s apartment. giving it a once-over, she realized that she’d never been in dongmin’s apartment beforehand. luckily, the male wasn’t hard to find – as he was faced with him drowsily sitting up on his couch the moment she walked in. a quick glance around the room gave yoojung a very clear idea of what had happened – at least in her mind – and her face twisted, anger being an uncommon expression on her face. “ dongmin … ” yoojung muttered, dropping her duffle on the ground beside the door and making quick strides across the living room as the door shut behind her. “ lee dongmin, do you have no concern for other people ? what’s wrong with you – you made me so worried because you got drunk and you passed out ? ” she said, voice raised. “ i really went out of my way because i thought something was wrong – but you just decided to get wasted and drunk-text me ? seriously ? ” she shouted, furrowing her brows. “ you don’t talk to me for months, and then you expect me to just … ” she sighed, staring at the male.

he looked, well … pitiful, really. but was she any better for showing up, really ? tsking, yoojung gives a glance around his apartment before picking up a bottle that had fallen to the floor, barely filled with anything, and swipes it and the second still upright on the table, and travelled into the kitchen to discard them.