#nope i did not cheat the lightning

[fleeting-sims]

The game's way of expressing ⚡disapproval⚡ of them auto-woohoo-ing I guess lol.

[sourbinnie]

☆ august.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angsty angst ; college au ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> he wasn't yours to lose, why did it hurt so much then? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> implicit cheating ; drinking ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> nope

chan ✉

corridors seemed endless as you tried to escape from the burning image of your mind of them together. he seemed so happy, happier than you've ever seen him and you wanted to believe it was all lies for everyone's eyes to see. you knew even if you were in denial that chan loved them more than he could ever love you. you knew he was never in love in the first place, you were a replacement, a toy for him to play with until he got bored. it hurt, it damaged you in a way you couldn't even see.

you were so blinded by love that you let yourself be used by a guy that didn't want the same thing you wanted. all you desired was a healthy and loving relationship, all you got was thunder and lightning striking in your heart. it broke you, tore you to pieces how he looked at her.

"(y/n), can we talk?" felix asked with a weak smile on his face. you shook your head as you stood up from your spot at the library, pretending you were studying but could not concentrate a bit. 

"i don't wanna hear it. i know what you're gonna say and i'm not ready to listen to it." you said honestly and bitterly. it stung your heart that you were not ready to hear the truth from your closest friend. from the beginning he knew you were gonna get hurt, he warned you, begged you to stay away yet you didn't listen.

"please, it's not like that and i just wanted to see how you were." he insisted but you couldn't deal with it right now, at least not today you thought. you grabbed your things and looked at him, blurry eyes and forced smiles.

"fine, why wouldn't i be?" you asked and then decided to walk away from him, not hearing him anymore as you tried to escape from the reality you would have to phase somehow. he was never yours and he will never be.

minho ✉

seeing them dance in the neon lights as you were wishing your sorrows away with another drink. you didn't know how many you had till that point but you knew you were reaching your limits of doing something stupid, so the stop sign was gonna appear at some point. you sighed and tried looking anywhere else but your attention will always lead back to the scene in front of you. a full on makeout scene in the dancefloor as everyone cheered like it was a cheap made for tv movie.

you couldn't take it anymore as you walked through the crowded room to the exit. endless times were going through your head as you thought of the times you had kissed him in his bed. the early mornings were unforgettable as he would let you sleep a bit more or you would watch him sleep from the tired nights he would confront. now he was back with her and you were back to your old self, habits that would destroy you, filling your lifestyle.

"it's a lot inside isn't it?" seungmin asked and you nodded. you were so tired, just wanted to go home but your feet were glued to the ground. "i'm sorry about... that." 

"no need to be sorry min. i knew it would happen eventually." no you did not, you expected him to dump her forever and live his best of lives with you. you expected so many things from minho yet you got nothing in return. now you were going to have to pretend that everything was alright in front of your friends but everyone could see through you.

"he's an idiot for letting you go." he muttered and you laughed. you wanted to believe that too but you were so insecure that everything you did you compared it to them. 

"as long as he's happy." you said finally being able to move and walking away with the memory engraved in your mind. them together, them kissing, them loving each other and you? done with them.

changbin ✉

you knew he would choose them. you didn't know how, why or what made you feel that way since the beginning. you didn't expect to be a first choice to anyone but with changbin you had a little faith. you were laying your head on jeongin's lap as he comforted you but it wasn't enough unfortunately. you knew your friend didn't know how to help you and you didn't expect him to know how when you didn't know either. 

falling in love was never easy for you. sharing so many moments with someone for them to wipe them away like they meant absolutely nothing just scarred you in a way you couldn't imagine. heartbreak was okay if you were in a relationship, what do you call it when you were nothing at all?

"i'm sorry. i wish i could help but i'm just useless right now." jeongin said and you shook your head as you got up to look at him. all the tears were finally gone but the pain still endured.

"you're never useless innie. at least you didn't completely break me." you said as you looked down, not being able to meet his gaze anymore as the pity in his eyes was too much. yet he placed his hand on your chin as he made you look at him again.

"i promise i'll find a way to fix this. i'll kick his ass if i have to." he said which made you both laugh. there was a feeling on your chest that believed him but the amount of times changbin lied and deceived you were winning in your heart.

"i wish i could believe you." you said sadly and it made his smile fall too which broke your heart a little. well how much more could it take? punch after punch, one could only take enough right? enough was enough. 

hyunjin ✉

picture after picture was published of them. they looked so good together, he didn't feel shame or embarrassment that he was seen with their new significant other. you say new like they weren't a couple before or like you were ever considered a boyfriend/girlfriend. you were nothing to them, the dirt they walk on and the lonely eyes that would follow everywhere he went in the classrooms. 

suddenly you could not breathe and you had  to calm yourself down. hyunjin was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time, he hadn't talked to you since the night where he told you he would pursue them again. and oh god did he succeed. the way they bragged about hyunjin was in every whisper like it was high school again.

"(y/n) are you okay? did something happen?" jisung asked and i couldn't even say anything. he knew all too well what was happening and why it happened in the first place. my foolish instinct thinking they could change things that were already broken.

"i'm so stupid aren't i sungie?" you asked out of nowhere as you slide down and cover your face with your hands. he sits down next to you as they put their arm around you and lets you sob all that you could. not caring if this scene was shameful, you just needed to get it out.

"you could never be stupid to me, he's the stupid one." he says confidently as he wipes yours tears away. he thinks he's not enough of a good friend not knowing how to comfort you from the pain and hurt you were feeling.

"if he was then why am i the only one crying?" you ask, yet it remains unanswered as jisung gets up, offering you his hand and making you get up for you to go to class. you would have to go another day, thinking through your question. 

[claybrownie7566]

The Links from the games you’ve played hanging out? Maybe talking about their adventure(s)?

Ooooooo yessssss!

Who will be here according to games I've played: Wind, Twilight, Sky, Wild

"We can all agree water temples are the worst things in the world right?" Twilight asked, scooting forward slightly. His friends looked at him curiously.

"Water temple?" Wild asked.

"Yeah" Twi explained, "water temples always get corrupted and Time said he almost drowned in his. I did too."

Sky looked concerned, "I don't.... I didn't have one"

Wind nodded, "same. I mean I live in an ocean though so it's sort of a water temple all the time"

"I almost drowned getting to Vah Ruta, but I don't know what you're talking about." Wild said.

Twilight's eyes widened like he had been cheated somehow. "Fine" he said, "what was the worst thing you've fought?"

Wild narrowed his eyes, "what's is the worst thing you've fought?"

"Oh uh..." Twi started, "Probably this giant......lightning.....death bug... thing."

"Explain" Sky deadpanned.

Twilight rubbed the back of his neck, "I had to chase these bugs that stole some light from the light spirits and the last one I had to kill was the size of my house."

"Nope" Wild decided, "nope nope nope absolutely not."

"Yeah it was gross. Sky?"

Sky suddenly seemed very interested in his wood carving. Wind poked him.

"Hey sleepy what is the worst thing you fought?"

Sky looked tired, like the memory alone sapped his strength.

"Demise"

Twilight spit out his drink and their eyes all bugged.

"you WHAT?"

Sky shrugged, "yeah well. It was fine. Almost bled to death in the sealed grounds after but it was fine. Saved Zelda that's all that matters."

"S K Y !" Wild dragged, "What the actual freak! You cant- you can't just drop that and say 'its fine' what the-"

Sky glared at him, "Its fine Wild drop it. So I killed a God. Big whoop who hasn't? Time destroyed the goddess forsaken moon and we are over here discussing me!?"

"Y E S" the three said at once.

Sky huffed, "moving on. Worst little thing that gets on your nerves?"

Wind groaned and scratched his skin, "little spikies"

Confused silence.

Wind nodded, "little spikey guys that dig into your skin and weigh you down. Bad news, lots of cuts and bruises and missed jumps."

Twilight winced in sympathy, "sounds like the ghost rats...."

Looks of confusion.

Twi looked far away, "Midna started screaming one time and I didn't know why and then I felt tiny things all over me. They were heavy and they would bite me and when I used my senses I could see them.....little green ghost rats all over us."

Wild looked mortified, "sheesh you two....rats are the worst." He lit up suddenly, "ok ok ok dogs or cats?"

"Dogs"

"Dogs"

"Dogs"

A betrayed gasp from Twilight, "C A T S !"

Peak confusion.

"TWILIGHT YOU ARE A DOG WHAT DO YA MEAN CATS!?"

"CATS ARE SO LITTLE AND CUTE!"

Sky shook his head, "Cats are like remlits right?"

Wind nodded, "from what you've told us, yes"

Sky's eyes narrowed, "demons"

"ANGELS" Twi retorted

"Petting dogs is so superior to petting cats Twi stop denying it" Wild said.

"I am literally a dog and I can confirm that cats are better."

"Wrong" they all said.

Twilight huffed and swore to never speak to Wild again.

Time of course, who had tuned in and out of this conversation was extremely fascinated that one minute they discussed murdering literal deities and the next they were fighting over animals.

Just another day.

"WILD SAY THAT AGAIN ILL KILL YOU-"

Yep. Just another day.

[bedbellyandbeyond]

What Happened?

(Story Post)

“…A severe weather anomaly in the Thunder Bay area took place last night, at 11:45pm…” Dax heard the sound of the radio as he slowly woke up. He was exhausted and rather sore all over, his body feeling like a pile of bricks. “…Locals reported seeing a big bird made of light fly through the clouds while scientists are saying the lightning, in combination with Canada Day fireworks, may have appeared similar in shape to a bird…” Dax couldn't ignore that and he sat up straight, looking around for the source of the news broadcast. There was a little clock radio on the bedside table reading out 5:44am. Moments later, he realised he didn't recognise his surroundings. He wasn't at the hotel but he was in a bed. He was alone in a room with wooden walls and big glass windows. There was a closet and a dresser, with little wooden animal figures lining the top. Outside, he could see over a small lake. It was awfully familiar.

The bedroom door opened and Kent stuck his head in, glaring at Dax. “So you're awake.” “What? Where am I?” Dax asked. “What happened?” “This is my room, dumbass,” Kent said. “Now get the fuck out.” “Um, how did I get here?” Dax asked. Kent narrowed his eyes. “You don’t remember flying in here like a bat out of hell?” Dax shook his head. Kent huffed. “Best you don't, then...” “Please, I... All I remember was going back to the hotel with Nathan, and then... Then...” He wracked his mind. “I don't know... I don't remember a thing.” “Again, it's best you don't. Get out.” “You don't understand!” Dax said desperately. “I never lose control like this anymore! This isn't normal for me! I need to know what happened. I can't let this happen again. It sounds like a whole city saw me!” “At least the bird's all they fucking saw...” Kent grunted. “You came falling in like a shootin' star and then barge into my house and into my bedroom.” “Really?! I'm so sorry!” Dax apologised. “Please tell me I didn't hurt you!” “Hurt me?” Kent scoffed. “Fuck no... You think you could hurt me, veggie boy? Get fucked.” “So, then... What?” Dax asked. “What did happen last night?” Kent clenched his jaw. “Nothin'. You went to sleep.” Dax blinked. “...Seriously, Kent. What happened?” Kent just set his jaw and didn't make eye contact. Dax started to panic. “...Don’t tell me... We didn't... You and I...” Kent just retreated and closed the door behind him. “Get your clothes and get the fuck out!” he called through the door. Dax dropped his head into his hands. “No... Shit, shit, we can't...” The aches of his body told him otherwise though. He got up with the blanket wrapped around his waist, and looked for his clothes. He found them on the floor and pulled on his boxers before hobbling to the door, opening it again. His eyes found Kent standing in his kitchen watching his coffee pot drip. “Kent,” Dax said getting the bear man's attention. “We need to talk about this.” “We absolutely do not,” Kent growled. “Your bags are there.” Dax looked down to find his and Nathan's overnight bags at his feet. “I need to call Nathan... Let me borrow your phone.” Kent huffed and went through his kitchen drawers before he pulled out a smartphone and tossed it to Dax. Dax wasn’t prepared and fumbled it, but his managed to catch it. “Be careful! These things are fragile and expensive...” Kent just shrugged. Dax tried to turn it on but he got nothing but an empty battery symbol. “It's dead...” “Yep.” “You have to keep it charged up,” Dax said. “Where's the charger?” Kent frowned. “Don't know.” Dax groaned in frustration. “Have you ever charged it?” Kent shook his head. “Nope.” “So, I imagine you never took the charger out of the box,” Dax assumed. “Do you have the box?” Kent opened the same drawer again and pulled out the box onto the counter. Dax went over, giving the bear man wide berth, and took the box before going through it. He pulled out the phone charger and looked around for an outlet. “Hopefully this thing charges fast,” he said as he found an outlet by the light switch and plugged it in. “Although it'll be a pain if you never even set it up...” “It's set up,” Kent said. “It went off a whole lot before it crapped out.” “It just lost charge,” Dax said. “It's probably like brand new. They even provided you a case and screen protector. I wish people gave me free thousand dollar phones...” “That thing costs a thousand dollars?” Kent exclaimed. “You have to be kidding me!” “No, this looks like the latest device...” Dax said. “I can't google it right now, but these big brand ones can run you anywhere from $1000 to $1900 depending on if it's the fancy version or not.” “Shit, you ain't joking...” Kent went over and picked up the phone where it was charging. “If I'd known, I would've pawned it off immediately...” “Good thing you didn't since you're going to have to use it if you want to be in contact with your kids,” Dax said crossing his arms. Kent sneered. “I’d just buy a normal land phone.” “Um, you're off the grid. Your house literally isn't near any telephone lines. It's a miracle you have cell reception in the first place.” Kent groaned and put the phone down. “Still though... How am I supposed to use this thing anyway? There's no real buttons and my hands are too big." “No, they're not. Look, there's accessibility settings in the phone to help you out if you really need it,” Dax said, picking up the phone to see if it had enough charge to turn on. He got a happy little jingle and the logo appeared. “Yes! Alright, after I call Nathan, I'll show you how to use it.” “Don't need it,” Kent said firmly. Dax frowned. He stood up straight and looked Kent dead in the eyes. “Look, asshole. You have been nothing but rude to me this entire visit. I get it. I'm the other guy. I'm the one Nathan chose to raise his kids with. I'm the one in the way of you having a happy little family or whatever... But I'm really not your enemy. Nathan has said a lot of bad things about you, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt because I didn't know you. I even tried to convince him to bring the kids up to meet you in the first place. And now that we're here, I still think you deserve to see your kids, but you need to show me at least a tiny ounce of respect. I'm literally just trying to help you. Nathan, like everyone else in the ‘First World’, is smartphone dependent. If you can't use one, he's not going to bother trying to reach you some other way, and you're not going to see your kids. Let me show you how to use the damn phone.” Kent crossed his arms and didn't say anything. Dax sighed and just tried to figure out if he could access his contacts online through Kent's phone. When he managed to log into his own account, he found Nathan's phone number and called it. After a couple rings, Nathan picked up. “Hello?” “Nathan, it's me, Dax!” “Dax? Oh, thank god... Are you alright?” “I think so... I'm at Kent's. I'm using his phone,” Dax explained. “Yeah, I'm on my way over now. APID tracked down your location, but they insisted on me waiting until they had everything under control around here before they let me come get you... I'm really glad you're okay. You really scared me last night.” “Nathan, I'm so sorry... I honestly have no idea how I even ended up here,” Dax said. “The thunderbird took over and I...I don't understand what happened to me... It's been years since I've lost control like this, and it's never been this bad...” “It's okay, babe. What matters is you're safe and it's over. I'm coming to get you. Just relax, okay?” “Yes, alright...” “Can I talk to Kent for a moment?” “Sure.” Dax offered the phone to the bear man. Kent took it and grunted into the receiver. “Nate?” “Yeah, hey... I'm coming to get Dax and you better be nice to him. He's freaking out, and I'm kinda freaking out too, so give him a break.” “Veggie boy's fine here,” Kent said. “Don't get your knickers in a twist.” “What state was he in when he got to your place? Did he cause any damage?” Kent hesitated. “...No, he just swooped in and passed out...” “Okay... Well, we're ten or fifteen minutes away. You can tell me everything when I get there.” “There's no everything, that's it. You should be telling me what the fuck happened for sparky to come bustin' in here in the middle of the damn night.” “Aw, did he ruin your beauty sleep, big boy?” “Shut up... Come get your boy toy and y'all can get the fuck out. Go back home and get my kids for me.” “That's pretty much the plan,” Nathan said. “You just have to uphold your side of the deal.” “I already trained you some, damn dog. I earned my time with my damn kids.” “You're gonna see them. Relax.” “I better.” “Give me back to Dax.” Kent handed the phone back before going to his room and closing the door behind him. “Nathan, I want to apologise again if I hurt you at all...” Dax said. “I never wanted you to see me at my worst...” “Dax, you've had to be there at my worst countless times already. I'm willing to do the same for you. I care about you.” “...Thank you, Nathan. That means a lot.” “I'll see you in ten, okay?” “Okay. See you soon.” “See you.” Dax hung up the phone and walked it over to Kent's bedroom. He knocked on the door gently. “Hey, let me show you how to make a call before Nathan gets here... Then you can show him what you learned.” The door opened and Kent stood there, looming over Dax. “...Are you plannin' on tellin' him what transpired last night?” Dax shuddered. “...I still don't know exactly what happened last night. You still need to fill me in on the details.” Kent set his jaw. “What do you want me to say?” Dax pursed his lips. “...If I cheated on Nathan, I need to know.” Kent glared at him. “Nothin’ happened!” “I know you're lying to me,” Dax said. “I know you're scared of being gay or having feelings for men and whatever, but this isn't just about you. My relationship is at stake here!” “You think I don't fuckin' know that?” Kent growled. “Do you think Nathan would let me see my damn kids if he found out I fucked his limp dick boyfriend?!” Dax stepped back, his body feeling weak suddenly. “Oh god... So we did... We actually did...” Kent grabbed Dax's shoulder. “Listen, celery stick. Nothin' happened if no one says anythin' happened. Got it?” Dax shook his head. “But what did happen? I don't remember a thing... Did you...did you take advantage of me?” “Advantage?” Kent snarled. “Are you insane? You came on to me! You came into my fuckin' room and tried to ride me!” “Maudite château de marde...Sacrament...” Dax rubbed his temples. “But you let me?” “Don't try to fuckin' blame me,” Kent growled. “There was something wrong with you, you had all these damn pheromones reekin’ up my damn room, I didn't have any damn control. The bear had control!” “I fucked a bear?!” Dax felt like he was gonna pass out. “Well, no. I was still mostly human,” Kent said. “It ain't that time.” “If you didn't transform, you were in control!” Dax said. “You didn't fuckin' transform and you weren't in no damn control!” Kent said. “I’m not a therianthrope, the Thunderbird has different levels of control, it's all complicated!” “Well, I'm complicated too, damn it! I ain't fuckin’ no man on purpose!” “Bullshit!” Kent grabbed Dax's arms and turned them both around before shoving him against the wall beside his bedroom door. “Listen, you little bitch!” Dax gasped in pain. “You're hurting me...” “Nathan ain't going to hear about this,” Kent growled. “Nothin’ happened. Do you understand?” Dax frowned looking up at Kent. “I'm not going to lie to him.” “I will fuckin' kill you,” Kent threatened. Dax didn't back down. “And then what? Nathan will be here in minutes with agent Hanover. You'd be arrested on the spot, sent back to the US, and they will execute you for real this time. You'll never meet your children and they truly will be the kids of a murderer.” Kent just glared at him a few more seconds and then he squeezed Dax's wrist, digging his thumbs in. “Why do you want to tell Nathan? You want to lose him?” “Of course, I don't, but I...” Dax bit his lip. “I understand what it's like to be cheated on. I know how horrible it feels to be lied to and to be made to feel guilty about something someone else did. But I love Nathan, and this was a mistake. The best chance for this all to work out the best possible way is to be honest and work through it together.” “...That's hippy crap,” Kent said. “He's going to kick your ass to the curb.” “Then...so be it,” Dax said. “But I trust Nathan to be a better person than that.” Kent just let go of Dax and walked back to the kitchen in a huff. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. Dax exhaled, his heart racing faster than he wanted to let on. He rubbed his wrists and found small punctures where Kent had dug in with his sharp nails. They bled a little. “I can still show you how to use the phone...” Dax offered, trying to be the better man. “I'll need a couple Band-Aids first, though...” Kent popped the lid off his beer with the edge of the counter. “Bathroom, under the sink. But don't bother with the damn phone. Nathan’ll be here soon...” “Well, if we got started, we'll at least look like we're getting along when he gets here,” Dax said as he went to the bathroom. Kent grunted. “Fine. But get dressed.” “You don’t have to tell me twice…”

[etherrealoblivion]

Chapter Ten: Drink!

Table of Contents

Fic summary: Owning a bookstore in downtown D.C. came with its fair share of downsides. You never thought that being the target of a serial killer would be one of them. Luckily, a nice FBI agent by the name of Spencer Reid is assigned to watch over you. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,439

RATING: PG-13+

MASTERLIST

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“Ooh!” you sat forward, leaning against his shoulder. “Tell me all about it!”

“About it?” Realization flashed over his face. “Oh no. No, no, no!”

“Please, please, please!” You pulled his legs up into your lap, trying to hold on as he kicked you off. “You can’t leave me hanging like that!”

“Drink!”

“What?”

“You assume I can’t leave you hanging when, in fact, I can. Drink.”

Smart-ass. 

Taking another sip, you shoved him backward. Now, you were both lying down, heads propped on each arm of the couch, facing one another. You giggled and shoved your feet in Spencer’s face.

“Pfft. Hey! Alright, my turn,” his hands were grasping your ankles now to keep you from kicking. It felt nice.

“Go.”

“When you were in the fourth grade, a boy named Sammy Pierce pulled your hair and you punched him, knocking out three of his teeth.”

Struck speechless, your mouth fell open. You’d never told anyone about that.

“How the hell—“

“—It’s in your file.”

Snatching up the pillow from the basket, you whacked him over the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s cheating!”

“It’s simply using all available resources. Drink up.”

“Ah, ah. Not quite. I did knock Sammy Pierce’s teeth out in the fourth grade, but Sammy is short for Samantha.”

Spencer’s face fell.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice the lack of gendered pronouns in the file!”

Lifting his cup to his mouth, you said, “Just goes to show you shouldn’t assume gender.”

“You’re right that’s on me. Your turn.”

“So, you’re not a virgin.” He glanced away again, tinting pink. “How old were you?”

“That’s not an assumption.”

“You were under twenty when you lost it.”

He shook his head and you drank.

“Over twenty?”

He drank.

“Twenty-one?”

His lack of movement was your cue to drink.

“Twenty-two?”

He drank.

“Twenty-two?! Why so old?”

“I don’t know!” his tone defensive, he rambled, “It just never happened before then. Not a lot of girls liked what I have.”

“Drink!”

“What, why?”

“Oh I’m so sure that no girl would want to be with the cute, smart, tall, nerdy Doctor who kisses like—“

Trailing off, you felt Spencer tense across from you, hands releasing your ankles. The two of you hadn’t discussed the kiss at all since it happened. You figured it’d be best to ignore it and assumed he thought the same.

As smooth as possible, he cleared his throat and said, “Actually, uh, I’ve never really had someone interested in me before. Not romantically, at least.”

“But you’ve had sex, someone liked you!” 

Spencer simply looked you in the eyes, joyless expression on his face, and said, “Drink.”

A small gasp escaped your lips when you realized what that implied. So you complied, letting yourself indulge a bit.

“She didn’t like you?”

He took a sip.

“Most women tend to go for someone that they find handsome, strong, and charming. Being none of those things, I’m at a disadvantage, but, luckily, I’m apparently the perfect guy to make your boyfriend jealous. Fortunately, it worked,” he added with a derisive laugh. “At least, he was jealous enough to take it out on me.”

His eyes shone with the tears he was holding back. Before you could stop yourself, you shifted on the couch so you could hug him, laying in his arms.

Surprisingly, he didn’t tense this time like he had every other. He relaxed into the embrace instantly, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair.

Just comfort him. You’re just comforting him. Don’t do anything else.

But, like an idiot, you lifted your head and looked at him. Your eyes met and the air was charged with the sudden tension. Faces mere inches apart, you couldn’t help glancing down at his lips.

“We should really get to sleep,” he whispered, breath soft against your cheek.

“Drink.”

He laughed softly at your joke, closing his eyes. His lashes were so long. You wondered if he could feel them against his cheek. His lips looked so soft . . . and so close . . . The mix of booze and hormones from being so close got to you, and you leaned in, pleased to see that he was too.

BOOM!

The two of you snapped apart and Spencer stood, swaying only slightly as he withdrew his gun, leaving the safety on.

“Go in your room, lock the door, don’t come out until I tell you.”

“Spencer—“

“Now!”

But you lowered his hand holding the gun, speaking calmly.

“Spencer, it’s thunder.” He froze like a deer in the headlights, staring at you. “Look.”

Pulling him to the window, you opened it, watching him watch the rain, a blank look on his face. He’s so . . . the word ‘handsome’ didn’t cut it. He was beautiful.

A lightning strike lit up the city, followed instantly by a loud thunderclap. Spencer twitched next to you.

You chuckled lightly and he looked at you, blushing.

“Are you scared of thunder?”

“On average, twenty-seven people die from lightning strikes in the U.S. every year. And that’s not counting fires caused by lightning. The odds of being struck in your lifetime are one in three-thousand, now that doesn’t sound like a lot but it is. In fact—“

“But, most lightning deaths and injuries occur in the summer. In Florida. I doubt you’re gonna get struck in the dead of winter . . . in D.C. . . . Inside.”

He laughed politely, sitting on the windowsill.

“I guess.”

You took his hand, pulling him back to the couch. And he let you.

“You wanna keep playing?” you asked him once you’d gotten comfortable (keeping a respectable distance).

“Drink.”

You laughed, taking a sip.

“Fine. We don’t have to. What do you wanna do?”

He made a noncommittal noise, shrugging then said, “You?” Upon seeing your reaction, he blushed and clarified. “I meant, I don’t know. What about you? Not . . . I mean not that . . . Um. What would you like to do?”

You smiled. The way he rambled when he was nervous was charming. It was horrible to think someone had taken advantage of him. A part of you found yourself hating the girl who’d used him to deal with her own problems.

Isn’t that what you’re doing?

Shut up!

Focusing back on his question, you said, “You made up the pillow toss game, I made up the drinking game. It’s your turn again.”

“To pick a game?”

“Or make one up!”

“I don’t know. . . . We could play poker?”

“Great! Wait, I don’t have cards.”

He pulled his duffel bag towards him and fished out a worn deck of cards.

“Lucky for you, I came prepared. What should we use for chips?”

“I have chocolates?”

“That works.”

So you stumbled onto the floor, sitting across from him as he shuffled, and divided the chocolates between you.

“You know how to play?”

Rather than answer, you took a sip of your drink, confirming his assumption.

Smiling at you, he dealt the cards.

“Alrighty. The game is five-card draw, nothing’s wild, ante is two kisses. Chocolates,” he corrected, blushing. “Chocolate kisses. You know, no one knows how kisses got their name, not even the company. The legend says it’s named for the sound the machines make during manufacturing.”

The rambling would never get old. It was the most adorable quirk ever.

“Ante in,” both of you put in the appropriate amount of chocolates, “and the person to the left of the dealer goes first.”

So you played a few rounds, Spencer winning most of them, folding when he knew he couldn’t win. It started to get tedious.

“Okay, this is not working. Your computer brain cannot be beat! Turn it off!”

“I think that would involve a lot more alcohol or a huge distraction. And I’m not comfortable ingesting any more bourbon. I need some wits about me.”

To keep you safe, was what he didn’t say. 

“A distraction, then.” A tiny lightbulb lit up your brain. “Okay, deal the cards, I have an idea.”

“What—“

“Just deal!”

So he did, you played a round and lost. But when you handed over your cards, you stripped off one of your socks and tossed it at Spencer. He caught it deftly, confused.

“This is your distraction? Throwing socks at me?”

“Nope. New rules: if you lose, you give up an item of clothing.”

Spencer went pale, staring at the purple sock in his hand.

“Y/N . . . are you suggesting . . . strip poker?”

“No. I’m playing strip poker. With you.” You shot him a mischievous smile and watched his expression as he did the math on the amount of clothes you were each wearing. 

“Deal the cards, Vegas.”

~

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[icedthoma]

let’s play

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Summary: “Ever heard of the chapstick game?” 

Notes: Found this in my drafts from a long time ago, ahah. Prompt was “peach” by @katsukiscaramel. Enjoy~

“So...what do you have there?”

“...a smoothie?”

Todoroki sighed, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose as the other pointed toward the bag you were holding. “I mean, what’s in the bag?”

“I am so glad you asked,” you said with a sly wink and a loud slurp of said smoothie, tipping the contents of the bag onto the floor of your dorm.

“Chapstick? What—”

“Ever heard of the chapstick game?”

Shouto quirked a brow as he stared at all the chapstick on the floor. “You know you don’t need an excuse to kiss me, right?”

“Shoucchan, this will be fun!” you insisted, dragging him down to sit beside you on the floor. “You’ll do this for me, won’t you?”

“Fine,” he said with a begrudging sigh. “I’ll have you know I’ll win anyway.”

“Don’t be a Bakugou,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him playfully.

He laughed and pulled you in for a lightning fast kiss before you could say anything else. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Hey! I didn’t even get to put on the chapstick yet.”

“You were taking too long.”

With a scoff, you made him close his eyes and brought your hand into the bag. After a couple swipes of the stick across your lips, you allowed Todoroki to open his eyes.

“Did you look?”

“Of course not!” he exclaimed, looking offended at your accusation that he would cheat. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes as he moved closer to you, gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth...

His hand ghosted along the side of your jaw and he slowly brought his lips to yours, letting out a small sigh as soon as the two of you made contact.

You hummed eagerly against his mouth, the two of you moving in gentle time against each other. You had kept your eyes open, and as you stared at Shouto’s face screwed up in concentration, his tongue tracing lazy circles against your bottom lip, you had half a mind to abandon the chapstick game and [redacted by the fluff police]

As that thought had crossed your mind, Todoroki pulled away from you, your lips coming apart with a smack as his face remained centimeters from yours.

“Cherry.”

“Damn,” you said, trying to conceal your heavy breathing and flushed face. “Y-you’re right.”

“I guess it’s your turn, now,” he sighed, pivoting around to dig through the bag. An insufferable smirk was plastered all over your boyfriend’s face as he looked at the blushing mess that he had made out of you.

Well.

Two could play at that game.

When you opened your eyes, Todoroki was sitting in front of you with his eyes closed, waiting for you to come to him. Deciding to mess with him a little bit, you leaned forward just a little bit, staying just far away enough that he wouldn’t feel the air from your breaths.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, mouth open to probably ask what was taking you so long, and it was then you took him by surprise and crashed your lips onto his, arms wrapped around his neck as your upper half fell onto him.

Todoroki let out a startled yelp as he had to catch himself from falling onto the floor with his hands behind him.

With the chapstick on, his mouth was smoother and slid against yours way easier than usual. You took a deep breath in and lightly outlined Shouto’s bottom lip with your tongue, kissing the chapstick onto your own lips and trying to figure out what it was.

While your brain was at work trying to decipher the flavors flooding your tongue, your hands slid down from Todoroki’s shoulders to rest on his waist, thumbs tracing relaxed figure eights along his hip. You could feel Shouto’s cheeks curve upward into a smile.

Got it.

Instead of fully pulling away, you trailed your lips from Todoroki’s mouth to his cheek then to his jaw, finally making your way to his ear.

“Peppermint.”

“Yeah,” Shouto breathed as you sat back with a grin. “Not bad.”

“It’s one to one,” you laughed. “Don’t get too cocky.”

Seven minutes later, the score was still tied.

“If I can guess this one, I win,” you said.

“Okay.”

After he had put the chapstick on, you wasted no time in kissing him lightly, slowly and thoughtfully tasting his lips.

Your mind was drawing a blank. So many different flavors were running through your head but none seemed right...

“You giving up yet, sweetheart?” Todoroki asked against your kisses, a breathless laugh escaping him as you pulled away.

“No!” You kissed him again. “Watermelon?”

“Nope.”

Another kiss. “Strawberry!”

“No.”

Kiss. “Grape...no, grapefruit! Coconut? Fruit punch! That weird hydro-care one?”

“I think you’re just making stuff up at this point.”

You groaned as you paused your attack on Shouto’s lips. “I don’t know.”

“You’re giving up?”

“Agh...I hate to say it, but yes.”

He grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, leaning into you until his mouth was just over the shell of your ear. “Peach.”

“WHAT?” you cried, jumping away and holding him at arm’s length. “No way!”

“This label doesn’t lie.”

You let out a noise of indignation and sighed. “I guess you win.”

“It’s okay, you can still have a consolation prize,” Todoroki said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer into his side. 

“If it’s a kiss I—”

“Does a movie night and hot chocolate sound good?”

“—‘m in!”

[seanfalco]

OC INTERVIEW

name ➔ “Winrey Lewis, but my friends call me Win.”

are you single ➔ “Nope.”  *flashes a cheeky grin*  “His name’s Nathan, by the way.”

are you happy ➔ “Yeah, actually for the first time in a long time, I think I am.”

are you angry ➔ “About what?  I mean, I’m angry in general about a lot of shit, you’ll hafta be a little more specific.”

are your parents still married ➔ *heavy sigh* “No.  My mum’s dead, so...”

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ “Greenwich.”

hair color ➔ “I like it green.  It’s been green a while now.”

eye color ➔ “Grey, boring.”

mood ➔ “Like right now?  I’m good, I guess.”

gender ➔ “Female.” *shrugs*

summer or winter ➔ “Summer.  I’m not really a fan of the cold.  Though, it gives me an excuse to steal Nathan’s coats.”

morning or afternoon ➔ “More like the middle of night.  I don’t wake up til afternoon most days anyway.”  

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ “Yeah.  Yeah, I am.  Surprisingly.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ *snorts* “No.  That shit’s only in stories and movies and shit.  Real life’s a little more complicated.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “It was kinda... mutual, but it still hurt.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “...Maybe.  Can we not talk about that?”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Nope.  I mean, maybe?  I dunno.  I’m more afraid of getting hurt.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Mhmm.” *she smiles, looking as if she’s thinking of someone*

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Probably.  My band’s gotten more popular.  There’s always people hanging around after our sets that want like a photo or autograph.  Nathan hates it.  He gets jealous easy.”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Nah.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “How bout both?” *grins impishly*

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade, I guess?  But I’d rather have a whiskey.”

cats or dogs ➔ “Either.  They’re both cute.”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends.  They’re more like family, because mine’s shit.” 

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “It seems like cheating to say both again, but--” *laughs* “--both.  A romantic night in after a wild night out.  I love cuddling after a good party.”

day or night ➔ “Night.  Though, man, sunny days are somethin’ else.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “Oh yeah.  Though I definitely got better at it.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “...yeah.  Had a huge bruise on my ass for a while afterwards.”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yeah.  But I got him, so it’s all good.”

wanted to disappear ➔ “Who doesn’t?  I have a friend who can turn invisible though, so it’s possible.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “Oh damn, that’s a hard one.  I’m gunna say... smile.  NO, eyes.  No.. ughh.  Both.  I don’t care if it’s cheating.  BOTH.”

shorter or taller ➔ “Taller.  Though, that’s not really hard when it comes to me.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “Attraction.  Who says smarts are everything?”  Kelly: “Just cuz Nathan’s an idiot.” “Heyyyy!  ...okay, he’s not always the brightest, but I love him and that’s what matters.”

hook-up or relationship ➔ “As much as I enjoy a good hookup, I’m kinda a romantic at heart.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ *snorts*  “We used to, when my mum was around.  My real mum.  But then my dad married Karen and he changed and everything went to shit. ”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Yeah, but I mean, everyone fuckin’ does, right?  Plus I got hit by lightning during community service and ended up with superpowers in the process, plus my boyfriend’s immortal so, ‘messed up’ probably doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

have you ever ran away from home ➔ “I guess, I kinda did.” *she laughs* “I mean, I was twenty two at the time, but I ran away to squat at the Community Centre with my boyfriend for a while til we could get our own place.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Almost.  I think that was like the one time my dad actually stood up for me.  Otherwise, I’m sure if Karen had her way after I got my ASBO I woulda been gone.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No, what the fuck?”  *she hesitates* “Okay, I wouldn’t say hate, but I’m not always a fan of Nikki.”

who is your best friend ➔ “Nathan and Kelly, but... don’t tell the others okay?  Nathan just... gets me, y’know?  I can be myself around him.  And Kelly’s like the older sister I always wished I had.  She looks out for me.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “I mean, it’s probably a tie between Nathan and Mel.  They’re the only ones I’m basically an open book to.”

[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter x)

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word count: 1,629

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Sarah helps you get ready for your date!

warnings: Language.. >.> sorry

a/n: I love Sarah so much so... I had to of course put her in your getting ready chapter. She’s the cutest in this story. I love her so much! Hope you guys are looking forward to all the upcoming fluff... followed closely by drama! hehehehee :D xx

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It was Saturday night and you were finally getting ready for your date with Harry. Sarah was sitting on your bathroom counter with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on her face as you fussed over your hair. You really would have slapped the look off her face if it wasn't for the fact you were freaking the fuck out. You hadn't been on a first date in almost 6 years. You weren't even sure what people did on dates anymore.

Your hands shook from nerves, causing you to burn yourself on the curling iron. You shrieked dropping it into the sink, your finger going to your mouth to stop the throbbing pain. Sarah jumped off the sink to take your hand, looking at it, before saying you'd be fine.

"God, I'm so nervous." You mumbled, picking back up the wand of Satan and trying to not burn yourself this time as you curled the piece of hair that you had previously tried to do.

"Well, stop it." Sarah perched herself back up on the sink, grabbing her glass of wine, and taking a long drink from it. "You're gonna do fine. Obviously, he likes you, been going after you for a year now."

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Sarah who simply shrugged. What the hell was she talking about? You had only known about his little crush on you for a few months before you started hanging out and you didn't even think it was a serious crush until he started randomly showing up all the time even after getting you in bed.

"He wasn't chasing me that long." Your eyebrows pulled together as you tried to think back. You were so sad last year it mostly all seemed like a blur to you.

"Uh yeah, he did." She sighed, sitting her cup on the counter. She turned her body more towards you as she helped fix some of your curls falling around your face.

"You were just too depressed over the divorce to notice it and too stuck up Ryan's cheating ass to realize Harry was a jealous little jellybean every time you two hung out with all of us." Her words hit you like a tidal wave, had you really missed all those signs from him? It was definitely possible given how utterly crushed you were for the year following the divorce. It was only the last few months that you really started to feel like yourself again.

"I'm an idiot." You huffed out, hands going to your face as you had the realization of everything hitting you all at once. Harry was into you and not just for sex, like actually into you.

"Yeah you are but you're a sexy idiot tonight." Sarah smiled as you gave out a pathetic laugh.

"God," You stomped your foot, feeling so absolutely dumb. "I thought he was going to bolt after we had sex and come to find out that's why he was so weird about it beforehand."

Sarah gasped at your confession, jumping off the counter, her hand clasped over her mouth as she pushed your shoulder.

"You dirty slut!" She yelled through her hand, her voice so loud you were sure Thea would hear her and wake up. You desperately shh-ed her, telling her to keep her voice down.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She questioned, quickly turning from shocked to annoyed at the fact you hadn't shared the details with her.

"Cause," You sighed as you leaned your back against the counter, head tilted towards the ceiling to avoid her stare. "I didn't want to admit it happened. What if he never talked to me again after that? It would have made shit weird so I just didn't want to bring it up. Just in case."

"Wow," She said as she mimicked your position. Her arms crossing over her chest. "Bet he almost shit himself from nerves. He told Mitch he'd probably get struck by lightning before you ever agreed to get in bed with him."

You laughed shaking your head. Of course, they had all discussed this, they wouldn't be your overbearing friend group if they didn't. You rolled your eyes before turning back towards the mirror and adjusting the loose deep neck black camisole you had on back into your high waisted jeans. You had no idea where you were going but Harry told you to not dress up too much so you assumed somewhere where there wouldn't be a lot of attention on you two.

"Stop it." Sarah slapped your hands away from your constant fiddling of your outfit and readjusted your tank top back into place. "You look gorgeous so stop worrying."

"Thanks." You smiled but the hint of nerves you had still showed through. You had no idea if he'd still like you after tonight. This seemed so different from the other times you hung out together, way more official.

The knock at your door stopped your breath as you turned to Sarah, panic filling your wide eyes. She gripped both shoulders and shook you lightly.

"Get a hold of yourself girl. You're a bad bitch. Go get him." She said, turning you and slapping your ass. Making you jump and turn around to glare at her.

"Oh so if Harry does it it's fine but I do it and I get the look." Her eyebrows raised accusingly, making your face heat, and her snicker.

"Wait!" She said, stopping you in your bedroom. "You got on nice lingerie right?"

"Oh my God, Sarah!" You pushed her shoulder, causing her to laugh again.

"Who am I kidding? A hoe like you? You're probably decked to the nines." She walked out of your room and you followed closely behind her, too nervous to tell her off.

You stood beside her, right in front of your door as another knock came from outside. Your heart slammed across your chest. Nope, no way, you couldn't do this. You started to turn around but Sarah caught your wrist and basically dragged you to the door. Pushing you slightly from behind to open it.

When you did your heart could have exploded. There stood Harry, gorgeous as ever. He wore the yellow vest with blue polka dots on it that you absolutely adored him in. It laid overtop a white-collar shirt with light grey stripes. But what really finished the look for you was his wide smile as he stood there staring at you. A single sunflower in his hand.

"Look gorgeous, love." A bright smile across your face as he handed you your flower.

"Thanks, H." The smile on your face not fading as you stood taking him all in. Both of you in some sort of trance, honestly you could just spend all night looking at him but the sound of Sarah loud Aweeeee from behind you made you roll your eyes.

You turned around widening your eyes, trying to telepathically tell your friend you would murder her if she didn't shut up. She of course just smiled wider as she walked out of the kitchen with another glass of wine and plopped down on your couch.

"Thanks for babysitting Sarah." Harry said from behind you, trying to be nice but Sarah was in the mood to tease you both.

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world." She quipped back, smug smile, basking in all her rightness of you two hooking up. You wanted to deck her.

You turn back to the front door and grabbed your cardigan off your coat rack. Ushering Harry out the door.

"Be back later tonight." Rushing out all the words to try and avoid any embarrassment.

"You better not set foot in this apartment until tomorrow morning!" She yelled after you. "I expect a walk of shame Y/N!"

You quickly shut the front door, resting your back against it as you looked up to Harry who finally broke and started laughing. You sighed pushing him out of the way and starting down the stairs.

"I take it you told her." He chuckled, hand filled with rings reaching down to intertwine with yours.

"Regret telling her. Now she gets to do the stupid told you so dance. She really enjoys that too much." You huffed as you both made your way out towards the street. You still had no idea where you were going but when you saw the very expensive-looking car sitting in front of your building you stopped.

"Wat?" He asked, turning back around to you.

"Is that yours?" You stepped forward to get a good look at the car that probably cost more than you'd make in your entire lifetime.

"Uh, yeh." He said but it sounded more like a question than a statement. You turned to him eyes filled with shock.

"They let you drive in America?" He immediately rolled his eyes at your teasing, opening the door for you and motioning for you to get in.

"I'm serious Harry. You know we drive on the right side of the road here, right?" You asked before stepping into the car and him shutting the door.

He quickly walked around to his side and got it. Looking over to you, waiting to see if you were done picking on him yet.

"You better not wreck us cause you forget which side of the road to drive on." You smiled at him. He shook his head, hiding his smile and leaned over the center console to kiss you.

"Not my fault bloody American's do everything backwards. First, you refuse to use the metric system and now you drive on the right side of the road." He started his car, glancing back over at you with a smile.

"But don't worry. I'll keep you safe."

[janeykath318]

Darcy and the Prince (Shieldshock)

“I’m going to be so happy when this is over and we can all get on with our lives,” grumbled Darcy, as she helped her friend into her very beautiful white wedding dress, fit for the princess Jane was about to become. Jane had met the Asgardian Prince Thor while visiting the country on a science quest (as Darcy referred to her research trips) and the two had, against all odds, fallen head over heels in love and became engaged a year later. Despite the meddlings, of Thor’s troublemaking brother Loki, they’d made it to the wedding day and Darcy was playing bridesmaid and generally trying to keep Jane from going full bridezilla. 

“Hmm, maybe you’ll be singing a different tune once you’ve met some of Thor’s friends,” Jane suggested, as she was buttoned up. “He knows a lot of attractive, single, people.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and grimaced as she worked on the last few buttons. 

“Ugh. NO, JANE. I do not need that drama in my life right now. I’m gonna finish my masters, then go globe-trotting and enjoy being single and free. Men are more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Sometimes I want to wring Ian’s neck for what he did to you,” Jane said vehemently. Darcy’s last boyfriend had turned out to be an utter cheating scum and she’d ended up with a broken heart, hence her general annoyance with men. 

“Thor and I got our revenge,” Darcy said, smiling at the memory. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to trust again. Don’t be sad, Janie. I’m super happy to have you and Thor and Eric as buddies. Now, let’s get finished so we can get you down that aisle!”

Before she knew it, Darcy was preceding Jane down the aisle and trying not to start bawling. She was a shameless wedding weeper and knew it would be even worse this time since it was her best friend getting married. 

As she blinked rapidly, she took a glance up front where a beaming Thor was standing, along with several other very striking, very well dressed men. She caught the eye of a gorgeous blonde decked out in full prince uniform and he smiled at her, which did funny things to her insides and it took all her self control to not stare at him through the whole ceremony. 

Of course, by the time the happy couple kissed and was announced as husband and wife, Darcy could barely see through her tears and just hoped she’d grabbed the right man’s arm to walk her back down the aisle. 

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled to her unknown escort. “I always weep an embarrassing amount at weddings and these dresses NEVER have pockets to stash tissues in.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” a very pleasant voice answered. “I admit, I shed some tears as well. Luckily, I always carry a back up handkerchief. Here.”

A soft cloth was pressed into her hand, and Darcy gratefully accepted it, finally managing to wipe the tears away. Vision cleared, she was able to see her helpful person and let out a gasp as she saw it was the gorgeous blonde princey dude. Up close, it was clear she’d grabbed the arm of Prince Steven, one of the most swooned over royalties to ever grace the papers. 

“Wow, thanks, your highness,” she said breathlessly. “I’m afraid this thing is ruined. It looks like my waterproof mascara is not actually waterproof.”

She held up the handkerchief, which was now smeared with black streaks. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Prince Steven said, pretty blue eyes crinkling in a smile. “Like I said, I’ve got extra.”

“You’re the best,” Darcy blurted, then turned red. “Ohmm….. I’m gonna go repair the damages before they start the pictures. Will you let Jane and Thor know where I’ve gone? It should only take a few minutes.”

“Sure,” the Prince said kindly. “And please, call me Steve.”

Darcy ventured to look back at him, and saw nothing but genuine friendliness in his kind eyes. She fell a bit in love right there.

“Nice to meet you…...Steve,” she managed, a tad shyly. “I’m Darcy, by the way.”

“Lewis?” he asked, recognition appearing in his expression.

“The very same,” she confirmed. “I take it Thor’s mentioned me?” 

“He sure has,” Steve answered. “He calls you his lightning sister and is frequently expounding on your wit, brains, and beauty. I’d have to agree with him. You are stunning.”

Darcy felt herself blush like a tomato. 

“You’re one to talk, Prince GQ,” she sassed, to cover up her internal freak out over his compliment. “Be right back!” 

With that she picked up her skirts and swished off to the restroom, leaving Steve looking after her with great amusement and interest. Darcy Lewis was a very strikingly lovely woman and the blue dress she was wearing greatly flattered her figure and emphasized her bright blue eyes. Thor had tried to set him up with her before, but Steve had stubbornly refused. Now that he’d met her, He thought he’d been an idiot. 

“Are you well, Darcy?” Thor inquired, when she had rejoined the others.

“Yeah. My mascara betrayed me and made me start looking like one of those goth rock stars,” she told him. “That’s the Last time I use THAT brand. Congratulations, by the way.”

She offered up hugs to the happy couple, before they were whisked away for pictures with the official royal photographer. 

Spotting Steve, she casually strolled over and watched a bit as he talked to a group of individuals, who must have been his friends, because he looked so much more relaxed and was laughing and smiling in a very jovial manner. He kept his public persona very buttoned up and stiff, so seeing him like this was utterly fascinating and Darcy was becoming more and more attracted every minute. She chatted with Bruce Banner for a little bit, then helped Jane manage her train in between shots. 

They were so cute together, it was almost sickening. Thor looked at Jane like she was his whole universe and Jane looked at Thor like he was the only man in existence. 

“I want to look at someone the way she looks at him,” Darcy murmured, half to herself, half to the blue and gold clad figure who had joined her. 

“Me too,” Steve agreed, sounding very wistful. 

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you, dude,” she pointed out. 

He chuckled ruefully, blushing a bit.

“I’ve discovered there’s a big difference between starstruck lust, and real love and I haven’t seemed to find the latter yet. Most of them aren’t interested in getting to know the real me at all.”

“That’s sad,” Darcy told him. “You seem like you’d be very interesting, once you get past the whole princely trappings and regal persona. Tell me, Steve, what makes you tick?”

Steve turned to look at her, and she felt like the blue eyes were piercing through her, searching for something. Whatever he saw, it must have eased his mind, because he took a deep breath and started talking.

“For one thing, I’m very passionate about using my position to do as much good as I can, not be just some stuffed shirt figurehead,” he told her. “I’m also very fond of the arts and am in the process of starting an art school for underprivileged kids. I’m hoping they’ll let me teach, because I love to draw and paint.”

“That’s awesome,” Darcy said warmly, giving him an approving nod.

“I also love dogs and help out at the shelters whenever I can.” He continued. “They’re so much more pleasant than dealing with parliament.” 

Darcy laughed at the distaste in his voice, but never got a chance to say anything else, because duty called. They shared a few looks across the room, and Steve shamelessly winked at her once when she pretended to strike a diva pose. 

They didn’t get close enough to actually talk again until the reception, when he sauntered up to Darcy as she was giggling at a ridiculous archery joke Clint had made. 

“Excuse me. Darcy, would you care for a dance?” He asked, holding out a white-gloved hand.

“Y-you’re asking me?” Darcy squeaked. 

“I don’t see any other Darcys around here, unless one of you has something to tell me,” Steve said dryly, squinting at Clint, Natasha, and Bruce, all of whom knew him. 

“Nope, not it,” Clint said, shaking his head.

“She’d love to,” Nastasha answered, giving Darcy a nudge forward.

“Yeah, I would, “ Darcy managed, taking the offered hand nervously.  Steve’s hand closed around hers and she felt a tingle up her spine.

She was in a dreamy daze as the prince expertly guided her around the floor. It was clear his princely education had included good dance technique and he was absolutely courtly about it. 

“Now, Darcy, it’s your turn to tell me what makes YOU tick,” he said after a few minutes of silently gazing at her. 

“Well, I live fueled by coffee and sarcasm, I majored in political science, and I’m not afraid to use my taser on creeps and jerks,” she told him proudly. “Also, I may have a thing for tall blonde princes.”

“Is that so?” He asked, a dangerously flirty tone in his voice.

“Yup,” she admitted. “Which is a little inconvenient seeing as how I’ve sworn off men.”

“That is too bad,” Steve agreed. “Any chance of possibly changing your mind?” 

“I’ll certainly let you try,” she told him, struggling to keep her mind from its fantasies about his magnificent broad shoulders and muscular arms. 

“Good,” Steve said, with another one of his stunning smiles. (If he kept doing that, there was no way she would be able to hold out long.)

“You look like you’re already planning your persuasive tactics,” she told him.

“Well, they don’t call me The Prince With A Plan for nothing,” Steve said, twirling Darcy around dramatically. Yeah, she was in SO much trouble. 

[backofftubby]

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley begins.

Chapter 1. “Wanna bet?”

“It’s done! I knew I could do it!” Buck was beaming. He had just finished building a beautiful crib for Chim and Maddie’s baby girl.

 “And I did it super quick, so pay up,” he said to Chim who grabbed for his wallet. “You shouldn’t bet against my handyman skills, I’m quite ‘Buck the Builder’,” he continued smuggly.

 “Hahaa, very funny,” Chimney answered with a sour face, now 20 bucks poorer. 

 “I hope you know he will never let that go,” said Eddie who had suddenly appeared at the nursery door.

 “When did you get there? Where’s Chris?” Buck asked.

 “Just now, Chris is with Maddie, giving her our gift,” Eddie didn’t even have time to close his mouth when Buck heard the joyful yell of his best boy “BUUUUCK!!”

 “Seems like I gotta run,” he said grinning and headed to the kitchen where Chris and Maddie were. He loved Chris to bits and he couldn’t wait to be an uncle and have another kid in his life to spoil rotten.

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Maddie was due soon. She didn’t want a baby shower, branding ít a stupid ‘commercial garbage’, so instead, they were having a little get together with close friends from the 118 and dispatch center to celebrate Maddie officially beginning her maternity leave. She didn’t want any gifts, but as if anyone was listening. Buck’s gift was the crib he had just finished building. He had let Maddie choose it though, as Maddie didn’t trust his, or Chimney’s for that matter, taste on the matter.

 “So any plans now that you have all the time in the world?” Eddie asked. He, Buck, Maddie and Hen had just finished large plates of tacos (something Maddie had graved all the time during her pregnancy) and where lazying around the dinner table, listening other’s sounds from the living room.

 “Well actually, our parents are gonna come to visit me, well, us, in two days.” Maddie said and continued “I haven’t seen them, gosh, I don’t even remember. Do you?” She asked from Buck.

 “Nope, they haven’t visited me while I’ve been in LA,” Buck said and stood us taking his plate to the sink.

 Eddie noticed Buck’s demeanor tensed a bit at the mention of their parents. “That’s nice they are coming, isn’t it?” He asked Maddie, even if his eyes never really left Buck.

 “Yeah it is,” Maddie said smiling. 

 “Yeah,” Buck agreed, now seeming to relax a bit again.

 “I’ll go check what’s up with Chris.” Buck said smiling.

 “Yeah, I’ll join you, Denny has been abnormally silent for a bit, need to see what he is plotting this time,” Hen mused and left the room with Buck, leaving Maddie and Eddie at the table.

 “Buck never talks about your parents,” Eddie tentatively muttered looking at Maddie. 

 “Yeah, well, there’s not much to talk about,” Maddie said with an unreadable look. “Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t bad parents, just…. not very present.” 

 “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

 “Don’t be, we had a good childhood, they made sure we had everything we needed to have a happy and healthy childhood…. and we had each other to lean on.” Maddie stood up and started to clean the table. 

 “No let me do that, you should rest!” 

 “Eddie, I’m pregnant, not sick, I can do this,” Maddie jokingly scolded him. 

 “Fine, but let me at least help.” 

 “Be my guest.” 

 “You know, I regret not being present when Chris was younger, I…” 

 “Eddie, it’s not the same thing, and you are an excellent father. That’s the first thing Buck told me about you. The way he was going about you being a great dad and how great Christopher was. He had such a boy crush on you, it was cute,” Maddie laughed. She didn’t miss the way Eddie perked up at the mention of ‘boy crush’. 

 She didn’t get the chance to question him about it as Chim waltzed to the kitchen frustrated. “Buck is cheating again, no way is he that much better than me at Mario Kart!” 

 “Did you bet on it too?” Eddie asked, amused at Chim’s frustration.

 “No, I learned my lesson, thank you very much” Chimney said and continued “Chris was asking for you to go play with them.

 “I better go then,” Eddie said smiling.

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When he  stepped into the living room he saw Buck and Chris in the middle of a game. They both looked happy.

 “So I hear you were cheating,” he said to Buck waiting for him to take the bait.

 “Wait what, who said that...Chim of course! I never cheat!” Buck said, partly offended.

 “I know you don’t, but I’m still gonna beat you easily,” Eddie dared him.

 “Oh you think so, wanna bet on it?” Buck asked, ready for another challenge.

 ------------- 

Rest of the day went by really quickly and soon it was time to head back home. The weather had done a quick 180 and turned from a lovely, hot, summer day to a dark and storming night. “This night can’t end well” he muttered to himself while driving and watching the cars battle the wind and water filled streets. Luckily he had a big SUV, safe for a weather like this. And so did Buck, who was driving ahead of them. The thought of Buck having a safe ride made Eddie feel calmer than it should and he smiled to himself. That’s when he saw it. A lightning striking a tree. The tree falling down to the utility pole taking it down as well, crashing to the street. All he could hear was Chris’ fearful ‘dad’ as he hit the break. The left tires hit hydroplaning and the car started to spin. 

“DAAAAAAAAD!!!!”

“DAAAAAAAAD!!!”

 “What felt like and eternity must only have been a few seconds, but he managed to stop the car just before crashing into others. 

“Chris!!! Are you okay?” Eddie worriedly asked.

“Yeah dad, I’m fine but…”

All Eddie could do was to turn his head where Chris’ scared eyes were looking. There was a big car pile up - and Buck’s car was in the middle of it.

[neo-culture-taste]

Subscribe! - Lie Detector Test

Pairing: Yuta x Reader (fem)

Genre: AU, romance, comedy, fluff

Word count: 2849

Summary: A YouTube inspired drabble series where you and your boyfriend upload videos catering to the couple tag.

For other members, see masterlist.

"What's up, everybody!" you happily greeted your viewers at the beginning of the video. You and your boyfriend were seated side by side at your kitchen table with a brown box placed in between the two of you. "It's Y/N and Yuta doing something dumb on the internet for attention again." 

Yuta sputtered a laugh at your blunt but true statement. "Tell them what we're doing today," he told you and placed his hand on top of the box. 

"They already know what we're doing because of the title of the video and because--" your eyes traveled down to look at your boyfriend's hand on the box and you gasped. "Oh shit, I never opened it!" You sprung up from your seat and rushed to a nearby drawer in your kitchen to retrieve a pair of scissors.

Your boyfriend looked at you off camera in disbelief. "You didn't do that yet?" he asked, incredulous. 

"I forgot," you said and you dug around inside the drawer of random junk. "You saw the box there! Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you pre-opened it--AH!" Yuta yelped and he quickly moved his hand away from the table as it was almost impaled by the scissors you haphazardly tossed to him. "That's dangerous! I almost lost my whole arm!" he cried, clutching his shoulder with his other hand. "I should sue you!"

"Just hurry up and open the box," you said. You could be heard closing the drawer and making your way back to the table.

He picked up the scissors and began carefully slicing into the tape sealing the edges of the box. "Do you even know how many batteries we need for it?" He opened the top of the box then took out the product that was still sealed inside its own packaging. He stopped right before scissoring into that when he realized you hadn't answered him nor had you returned to sit next to him at the table. The video zoomed in on his face as he locked eyes with you still off camera, and the kitchen drawer could be heard reopening. "Y/N, really?!" You answered him by throwing a four pack of batteries at his chest, but you missed your target and the pack went over your boyfriend and the table completely. "Hey! I have the weapon now!" He held the scissors out in self defense  and pointed it at you as if it were a sword. The video zoomed in and the picture shook as he swiftly scissored the air in front of him to accentuate his point.

"We are such bad influences," you laughed and made your way back to the seat next to him. 

Yuta redirected his scissor sword towards the camera. "Don't play with scissors, kids."

"Don't point it at them!"

"Oh, whoops. Haha," he laughed and quickly put the scissors down onto the table before the video cut to the next clip. 

"Ok, so," you began. "This is a lie detector and we're going to take turns asking each other questions and see who's telling the truth or not. You know how lie detectors work. Let's play!"

"We tested this thing out a minute ago and it really hurts when you lie. So no matter how juicy the question is, it's best to tell the truth so you don't get hurt."

"I don't have anything to hide so you're the only one worried about that," you taunted with a smug smile. 

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"I dunno. We're about to find out. Put your hand on the thingy!" Yuta rolled his eyes but did what he was told and securely fastened his hand to the lie detector. You cleared your throat exaggeratedly and resituated yourself in your seat. "I'll start off with an easy one. Do you think I'm pretty without makeup?" You asked him then pressed the button on the lie detector to start measuring his answer. 

"Pshh," your boyfriend blew air between his teeth. "That is an easy one. Of course," he said with all confidence. 

Ding! Truth.

"Aw, baby~," you cooed. He presented his cheek to you with a playful smile and the batting of his eyelashes, and you accepted his offer, placing a loud smooch on the side of his face.

"My turn!" He quickly unstrapped his hand and waited for you to strap yourself in before asking his question. "Do you think any of my friends," he paused for dramatic effect, "look better than me?" 

You didn't even have time to process his question before he pushed the button. "I gave you an easy one!" you complained. 

"That doesn't mean I have to go easy on you. Hurry up an answer."

"Okay, then. Yes." 

"What!?"

Ding! Truth.

You relaxed in your seat, your body having tensed up in preparation for the sudden shockwave but it never came. You had only said 'yes' to get back at Yuta for asking such a loaded question. You didn't think the toy would say you were telling the truth. You flashed Yuta a nervous smile and he simply nodded with his tongue in his cheek. 

"Yeah, okay. That's fine." He unstrapped your hand from the device and replaced it with his own. "I think they look better than you, too."

You laughed out loud and leaned your head against his shoulder. "I really thought it would have caught me lying. This thing isn't accurate."

"Nah, you meant what you said," he said in mock offense. 

"It’s your fault for asking!" you defended and picked up your head. "But since you wanna play dirty. Do you wish I had bigger boobs?" you asked and pressed the button with lightning speed. 

"This is still an easy one," he boasted. "Of course I don't. I think everything about you is perf--"

Bzzt! Lie. 

"Ow, fuck!" Yuta's body jerked violently in his seat and his hand lifted the whole lie detector off of the table despite it being suction cupped. 

You doubled over laughing, not having expected such a reaction like that from him. When the two of you tested out the device before the game, you had it on the medium setting. But right before you started you switched it to the highest it could go. "That's what you get! I knew you thought my boobs weren't big enough!"

"No! They're the perfect size!"

"Then why did it say you were lying?"

He smiled. "Well, I mean, there's always room for growth."

You exaggerated a gasp. "How dare!"

"You wanted to play this game," he said as he put the lie detector back onto the table. "Dang, I really need to get you with this next one. That hurt like hell."

"You're not gonna get anything but the truth from me," you said after strapping your hand in. 

"Yeah, sure. We'll see." He took a moment to think of his next question. "Have you ever had a dream that you were with someone else?" he asked and pushed the button.

Your eyes went to the ceiling in search of your answer as you tried to recall a time when this happened. "Umm...pfft," you suddenly began to giggle. "Yeah, I did."

Ding! Truth. 

Yuta squinted his eyes at you in a fake scowl as you took your hand away but ended up laughing when you gave the same look back at him. "I knew you were a cheater!" he playfully accused you. 

"That's not cheating! I was asleep! Plus, celebrities don't count."

"A cele--Which one?!"

"That's not important right now," you said moving the game along. "Your next question is: Have you looked at someone else's butt while we were together?"

"Nope," he said with emphasized phonetics on the 'p'.

Bzzt! Lie. 

His body spasmed once more but this time he held his ground and kept the device attached to the table. "Aw, c'mon!" You bemusedly shook your head at your boyfriend as you watched him take back his hand and rub his palm. "It wasn't on purpose!"

"No, I get it. Their cheek game was too strong to not look."

"Hell yeah, it was," he added and your face fell as you glared at your boyfriend. He looked back at you in faux innocence and waited for you to get ready. "Have you ever thought about breaking up with me," he continued the game with another loaded question."

"Yeah," you sassed him and stuck out your tongue.

Bzzt! Lie. 

You screamed and held on to your boyfriend with your free hand as your body thrashed in your seat. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?!" Yuta asked you through his laughter but with genuine concern. He unwrapped your hand and held close to his chest with his own. "Why'd you say that if it was a lie?"

You righted yourself in your seat and pouted at your self inflicted injury. "Cuz I wasn't lying!"

"What?! When did you want to break up with me?"

"You know that one time you ate my leftovers from that Mediterranean restaurant we went to--" 

Yuta's face deadpanned and he let go of your hand. "Wow. Really, Y/N?"

"I was really looking forward to eating them later, but the opportunity was robbed from me!"

"Well, I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't appreciate being blamed for such a heinous crime." Yuta said with mock arrogance and readied himself for your next question.

You pressed the button before you even asked your question. "Did you eat my food?"

"Y/N!" Yuta said frantically.

"Answer me!"

"No! I didn't!"

Bzzt! Lie. 

Yuta's entire body shook as he tried to overcome the shockwave that rippled through him. "Ah ha!" you exclaimed and stood up from your seat, finger pointed at the caught culprit. "You're a liar and a thief!"

Your boyfriend batted your hand away from him and laughed before addressing the camera.

"Yeah, I ate it."

"Hmpf," you huffed and sat back down in your seat to prepare for his next question. 

"Have you ever missed or wanted to get back with your ex?"

"Yeah. Right now and when you stole my food," you said with a fake edge to your voice and pressed the button yourself. 

Bzzt! Lie. 

Yuta saw the led lights change to red on the front of the device and swiftly grabbed your free hand before it shocked you, allowing you to squeeze the life out of him as you bared the short, but effective pain. "Fuck it! I don't wanna play anymore!"

"I got shocked more than you did!"

"That's not my problem!"

"We can't stop now. The video won't be long enough. Here." He removed your hand from the lie detector and turned a dial on the side of it. "I put it on the lowest shock setting so it won't hurt you anymore."

"Thank you," you said but continued to pout in your seat. Yuta couldn't resist how cute you looked with the way your bottom lip slightly protruded outward and placed a sweet kiss against it. "Don't try to redeem yourself," you told him with a smile that said otherwise. He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to continue with the game. "Am I your most favorite person in the whole wide world?"

"So we're going back to easy questions?" he asked. "Of course you are."

Ding! Truth. 

"Ooo, wait until I tell your mom her birthday card was a lie."

The video zoomed in on Yuta's face while his brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened as he remembered the exact words he wrote inside his mother's card. "Oh, my gosh. Please don't!"

"I won't have to. She'll find out when she watches this video," you said lightheartedly and replaced his hand with yours on the toy. 

Your boyfriend faced forward and smiled sheepishly at the camera. "Sorry, mom," he said with a shrug before asking his next question. "Am I the best boyfriend you've ever had?"

You puckered your lips playfully as if you have to think about it. "Hmmmmm, yes. The bar is set pretty low, though," you joked. 

"Hey!"

Bzzt! Lie. 

"Ow!" you yelled, but only jumped slightly in your seat as the shock was significantly weaker than the previous turns. "I wasn't lying this time!"

"Oh, so you were actually lying before?" he inquired with narrow eyes. 

You hesitated. "Y-yea?" You'd been joking around so much, you didn't remember what was a lie and what wasn't. 

"Are you lying right now?" he asked then pressed the button again on the lie detector before you had the chance to remove your hand from it. 

You looked him straight in the eyes and answered, "I might be."

Bzzt! Lie. 

You closed your eyes as your body jolted and muttered a slew of choice words under your breath, all to your boyfriend's amusement. "Stop laughing at me! Strap yourself in!" He did the second thing you said but he didn't stop snickering at your expense. "Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

Yuta's eyebrows flew up in surprise. "So now we're getting to the juicy questions, huh?"

"I'm pressing the button now," you said ignoring him. 

"Oh, yeah," he smirked. "You're the best when it comes to using--" You shot him a look, warning him not to say anything too lewd about you in front of the camera. "K-Kissing… When it comes to kissing," he said, managing to save himself.

Ding! Truth. 

"And not the French kind. Ew, nay!" he added afterwards, causing you to sputter into laughter. "Okay. This is my last question," he said when you were done fastening your hand down. "Have you ever," he paused for dramatic effect one last time, "faked it with me?"

You blinked slowly, dumbfounded by the sheer audacity of your boyfriend to ask you that in front of a camera. But you couldn't say you didn't expect it from him. Still feeling playful, you pretended to be oblivious to what he asked you. "Faked what? Faked that I actually like you? Yeah, I'm faking right now."

Yuta rolled his eyes again and scoffed. "Don't even try to pretend to be innocent. You know what I mean." He pushed the button and waited for your response. 

"I don't have to fake that with you," you told him with a telling smile.

Ding! Truth. 

A toothy grin slowly spread its way across your boyfriend's face as he looked at you in the seat next to him. "Hey, what are you doing after this?" He asked you as if he were trying to pick you up in a nightclub. "I wanna put that to the test." Oh, gosh. He could be so greasy sometimes. 

"Editing this video," you stated matter-of-factly. 

"Damn," was all he said before the video cut to the next clip. 

"That's all we have for today," you said, clapping your hands together in front of you. 

"Because Y/N is a wimp and can't take being electrocuted."

"Well, yeah!" you defended. 

"It's not even real electricity!"

"It still hurts! Plus we can't do all the questions now. We won't have anything for the next time we play this."

"You actually want to do this again?" he asked surprised. 

"Yeah, this thing was like twenty-five dollars."

"Oh." The two of you were definitely going to get your money's worth. 

"So," you began addressing the audience once more, "If you want to see us play this again, leave some questions we can ask each other down in the comments."

"Maybe your question will be the one to break us up," Yuta added with a chuckle and placed his arm around your shoulder. 

"Nah," you dismissed him. "This is all in fun. Plus, this thing is a toy version of the real deal." You held up the hunk of plastic and then not so gently dropped it back down onto the table—right after you finished complaining about its price. "We didn't take anything it confirmed seriously. So, do that, like this video, subscribe to our channel if you haven't already, follow us on social media…" You trailed off, counting on your fingers to see if you've said everything already or left something out.

"Turn on post notifications," Yuta reminded you. 

"Turn on post notifications!" You repeated it even though you didn't have to. "And we can't wait to see you in our next video. I can't tell you what it is now because Yuta isn't supposed to know about it." The next video you had in mind was a kind of sexy prank you were secretly going to do on your boyfriend to see how he would react. So, you had to leave him completely in the dark about it. "It's a surprise."

His head snapped to look at you in shock and confusion. "Wait, what?"

"You'll see," you said with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face and followed it with a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

Now he definitely knew something was up. 

- D

[screaming--agony]

03,04,54,58,59,69🖤

3) Do you regret anything?

Yes but I don’t think it would have changed the projectile of my life. I regret it because it wasn’t who I wanted to be, let myself down.

4) Are you insecure?

Oh fuck yes I am.

54) Is cheating ever okay?

Nope. Walk away if you consider it.

58) Favorite weather?

I have two. One is where the sky looks like war is about to break, clouds release rain, thunder rolls, and lightning captivates darkness. Can just sit wrapped in a blanket, pull out a book, and listen to the rain hit every surface. Or how quiet everything gets and its only nature. Real. Peaceful. Love it.

The second is snow. Snowmen, snow fights, snow forts, snow ignloos. Fires, heaters, blankets, cuddling. Candles, dim lights. The way light hits the snow on branches or light poles or cars. The way the snow covers a car yet leaves open clear areas, while others the car disappears.

59) Do you like snow?

It brings out my inner child. It doesn’t happen often, so when it does I fucking love it.

69) Do you believe in soulmates?

I was thinking about this the other day. As in, had I of finished college for psychology would my life gone in a completely different path where I met this most amazing girl. Or would I have failed somewhere along the way regardless of everything and still met her? Or did I fuck up my chance at a soulmate because I failed lifes test? To think someone would remotely be interested is just mind boggling. To think there is a person could love me in that way. I want to say yes but it also feels like it only happens in fictional situations. Hope is crushing but it’s still there.

[razieltwelve]

Tag Along (Final Rose AU Snippet)

Yang had to admit that Taren looked absolutely adorable with his motorcycle helmet and so did Fury with his own matching helmet. However, she was not suicidal. There was no way she was letting either of them onto her motorcycle.

“Sorry, buddy,” Yang said. “But you can’t hitch a ride with me. Motorcycles aren’t exactly the safest things around, and you haven’t got the Aura to walk away from a crash.”

There was also the not-to-so-small matter of her girlfriend murdering her if something happened to the little boy and his even littler chocobo. Averia cut her a lot of slack, but if her brother got hurt because she got careless, she was in for a world of hurt.

“Aw...” Taren pouted. It was an utterly adorable expression, and Yang couldn’t help but feel that he must have practiced with Diana to maximise its effectiveness. “Averia lets me ride with her sometimes.”

“Your sister has Saviour. If you’re with her, there’s basically nothing in the world that can harm you, not to mention, she’d never crash either.” Yang knew better than anyone how good Averia was on a motorcycle. Without her Semblance she was amazing. With Saviour on, it was like playing a video game with all of the cheat codes on. “But, hey, if you want, maybe you can ask your sister if you can come with us next time we go down to the track.”

“I guess.” Taren made a face. “What if I had a personal forcefield generator? Could I ride with you then?”

“Why would you even have one of those?” Yang asked.

“My parents gave me one in case I ever get into trouble.” The boy shrugged. “They told me that if there’s trouble I should hide and wait for them to come help me. The personal forcefield generator is to make sure I don’t get hurt or anything before they get there.”

Yang would bet money that Diana had designed that personal forcefield generator herself, which meant it could probably laugh off artillery, at least for a while. More to the point, it would probably take days for an average Grimm to get through it, and there was likely some kind of emergency beacon built into it too. “Even if you’ve got one, I still don’t think it would be a good idea. I’d really need your parents’ permission.”

“Okay.” Taren nodded. “I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble with my parents. I like you, and I’d be sad if you got mangled.”

“Uh, thanks.” Yang did not like to even think about what Lightning and Fang would do to her if she got on their bad side. “How about this? I don’t have to go just yet, so maybe we could spar a little? You’re learning, right?”

Taren grinned. “My family is teaching me, and Fury is helping too.” The little chocobo chick glared evilly from his position atop Taren’s head.

“Is that so?” Yang tilted her head to one side. “How does Fury fight?”

“Can you show her?” Taren asked Fury. The chocobo nodded and then vanished in a blur of movement.

Yang felt more than saw the chocobo hit her in the back. An instant later, he hit her in the side and then in the leg. She bit back a laugh. The chocobo was zipping and bouncing around like a little ball of angry chocobo lightning. It was actually quite impressive how fast he could move, but he simply couldn’t hit hard enough to do any damage at all. Even without her Aura protecting her, she was durable enough to ignore him.

“That’s not bad.” She reached out and firmly but gently caught the chocobo in one hand. “But I don’t think you can fight like that.”

“Probably not,” Taren admitted. “But it would be fun to try.”

X    X     X

Averia pulled into her family’s driveway just in time to see Yang put Taren into one of her patented headlocks. Her brother thrashed and screamed melodramatically, but it was clear he was enjoying himself. Naturally, Fury tried to peck Yang in the face, but his beak bounced off her Aura-reinforcement. Still, she had to hand it to the chocobo. He might be little, but if Taren ever got into a fight, he’d be right there beside him. And, sure, he might not be much of a threat to a huntress like Yang, but he was fast enough to overwhelm and blind a normal person with ease.

“Are you picking on my brother again?” Averia asked. “I should have expected it from how you bully Ruby.”

Yang laughed and ruffled Taren’s hair. “Bully? I was saving her from choking on that cookie. Besides, everyone knows I spoil her rotten.” She grinned. “And you spoil me rotten too, you know.” She waggled her eyebrow suggestively. 

Averia rolled her eyes. She was fully aware of how good she looked in a motorcycle suit. Indeed, she had almost caused a car accident on her way home when someone had decided that staring at her ass was a better idea than watching the road. Fortunately, they’d managed to avoid crashing. Diana would never have let her hear the end of it otherwise. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m amazing.” Yang smirked. 

“Eww...” Taren squirmed out of her grasp. “Are you two flirting?” 

“Who told you about flirting?” Averia asked, making a mental note to murder whoever was responsible.

“Diana said you two flirt all the time.”

And there went that idea. Diana was one of the few people on her ‘can’t be murdered for any reason’ list. “We are talking. There’s a difference.”

“So...” Yang put one hand on her hip. “Want to go for a ride after this?”

“You’d better be talking about a motorcycle ride, Yang, because my brother is standing right there.”

“What other kind of ride would there be?” Taren asked. “Like riding on a chocobo or something?”

“You’ll find out when you’re older,” Averia replied. “And I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Yang. I was supposed to get back half an hour ago, but Aunt Vanille wanted to run some more tests on the bike.”

“Oh?” Yang’s eyes gleamed. “Anything I might be able to add to mine?”

“Not unless you feel up to driving a rocket-propelled motorcycle.”

“Okay... I might skip that. That sounds... crazy.”

“It was.” Averia walked over and gave Taren a quick hug before lifting him up onto her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He giggled, and Fury decided to move his perch from Taren’s head to hers. “But since you’re here and it’s a bit late, why don’t you stay for dinner? My parents wouldn’t mind.”

“Dinner, huh? Sure. I could go for some dinner. What’s on the menu?”

“Pizza?” Taren asked hopefully.

“Nope,” Averia replied. “Knowing my mom, she’ll probably be making a Yun stew.”

“Oh! Yun stew?” Yang had to fight to keep from drooling. “If it’s anything like the last one your mom made, count me in. It was so tasty.”

“Don’t worry,” Averia added, poking Taren on the forehead. “I’m sure mom won’t add too many extra vegetables to your share.”

“Eww...”

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Author’s Notes

This is a glimpse into what an Averia/Yang relationship might be like in the AU I mentioned earlier where its Team ACYD (Averia-Claire-Yang-Diana) instead of Team ACEJ.

If you’re interested in my thoughts on writing and other topics, you can find those here.

I also write original fiction, which you can find on Amazon here. I’ve recently released two stories, Attempted Adventuring and Surviving Quarantine, as well as two audiobooks, Two Necromancers, a Bureaucrat, and an Army of Golems and Two Necromancers, a Dragon, and a Vampire. If you like humour, action, and adventure, be sure to check them out.

[starliightning]

Memorable things from my first botw play through

Ran out of stamina mid flight over a ravine, got struck by lightning on my fall and then drowned in the river at the bottom

Tried to go talk to a wizzrobe on my second or third day because my mind just screamed with need to meet a fairy and I didn't know that it would rain down hellfire upon me

Tried to climb a steep cliff I didn't have the stamina for and then did the same thing again five times because I refuse to learn my lesson

Hoarded fairies like gold

Noped the fuck out of the waterblight ganon fight the second I saw him and then proceeded to avoid it for another week and a half

Tried to take a picture of the electric dragon and got murdered by it before I could

Spent the entire night bombing the shit out of a bokoblin skull cave because I didn't want to fight them all head-on...10 different times

Named the giant horse babie

Cheated the system to get through Yiga hideout without dying since I took on that mission far too early in the game and then proceeded to have way too much confidence in my abilities from there on because I beat the boss fight easily

Almost had a panic attack when trying to get through the sandstorm at the far end of the Gerudo Desert

Forgot I could use divine beast powers I'd already gotten when fighting the blights and made my life so much harder than needed

Dropped everything the moment I heard I could buy a house and then help build a town.

Almost cried at Hudson's wedding

Accidentally-ed across the Yiga hideout when I was just exploring the mountains and was tired enough that I just went fuck it and went in there

Deliberately pissed off everything at the base of Ridgeland tower just to stand there and let them bombard me with lightning attacks to test how well the shockproof rubber armour worked

Spent an hour doing the arrow glitch on eventide island with the 5 arrow chest before realising there was one where you got 10 instead and wanted to die

Spent like a week in game days chilling at Lurelin Village when I found it because yeah Hyrule might be in peril but Link deserved a vacation

Noped the fuck out of every test of strength shrine I found for the first week or two I had the game

Ran back out in a thunderstorm in the middle of the night because I accidentally abandoned my horse by teleporting away

Used pretty much all my photos for selfies and dogs

Took the longest, most ridiculous route possible my first time off the great plateau to avoid fighting anything and accidentally ended up where I was meant to go anyway

Spent my first several days playing with only like two sections of the map unlocked because I either couldn't find the towers or was too scared to climb them

Avoided climbing central tower for a good two weeks because I was scared of the guardians

Tried to pull out the master sword with only 5 hearts because I didnt know what was required and you never know, right?

Wandered off and got lost for a good 10 minutes the second I got out of the shrine of resurrection because I am incapable of ever doing what a game clearly wants me to

Put my joycons down while I waited out the night on a really high pillar, leaned over to get a drink and managed to hit the move joystick and make link fall to his death

Stole my first horse accidentally from a bokoblin that was trying to kill me near Kakariko village and then accidentally abandoned him in Hateno village and forgot to go back for him

Took about a week of playing before I figured out how to actually light a fire

Almost walked into the Ganon fight and then walked right back out again

Walked around on a decayed but living guardian for like 5 minutes trying to get it to notice me so I could kill it for parts but couldn't actually make it wake up

Almost got murdered because I got to cocky while taking selfies with the Guardians outside the castle

Spent more nights than I can count chilling in trees because I was afraid if the skeleton men and stuck out in the wilderness

Spent like 2 in game weeks wandering around Hyrule Castle for no reason

[sherlollydramoine]

FINN: He’s your bother’s bestie and one night, you get shitfaced trying to keep up with their drinking game. You try to seduce Finn every chance you get, but he takes care of you instead of taking advantage of you ❤️

Soooooo.... I got a little carried away. Enjoy this drunken attempt at seduction because I literally have no idea what the hell I’ve just done. Lol

Warnings: alcohol consumption, ridiculously terrible seduction attempts, language, some comedy, and mostly just fluffy hilarity. 

Word Count: 1,439

“I got this!” you hollered as you stood next to your brother Toby’s best friend Finn during a rather raucous game of Vodka Pong. That is exactly what it sounds like because your brother and his friends sure knew how to have a damn good time, and they had run out of beer halfway into their ‘boys night’ that you decided to crash at the garage, so they decided Vodka was a better alternative.

You square your shoulders, prepare your throw and miss the solo cup by a mile. You could hear Finn snicker to your left and you playfully elbowed him in the stomach.

“Dammit!” you slur, “I fucking had it.”

“Yeah, if maybe the cup was located about a mile to your right.” Finn teased.

“Hmmmph.” 

“I’ll help you next time.”

Your brother lined up his shot, took aim,and the lightweight ping pong ball landed in your cup.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk” you groaned, as Toby just grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. You fish the ball out of your cup and plop it into the cup of water sitting off to the side, pick up the red cup in front of you and down the contents quickly. 

When it was your turn to throw again, you felt Finn come up behind you and whisper “I told you that I’d help you.”

 One of his hands was resting on your hip and the other on your elbow. He started giving you advice on how to properly line up the shot, and something about just relaxing your grip. You were unable to hear a word of what he was saying because all you could focus on was the close proximity of his body to yours and the way his body felt pressed against yours; his breath hot on your ear and the way his voice rumbles in his chest when he speaks.

“Okay, So YN, are you ready?” Finn asks.

“That’s cheating!” Toby yelled in protest, though his eyes were alight with some sort of amusement.

“Huh?” is all you manage to say.

“YN were you listening to me? I was telling you how to line up the shot and how to hit your target every time.

“Sorry Finn, I got distracted by your sexy body against mine, and your voice is so gorgeously distracting.”

All of a sudden Toby let out a loud guffaw of laughter and Finn looked a little bit shocked.

“Oh shit!” you cover your mouth in horror, “Did I say that out loud?”

Finn just slowly nods his head, while a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

Three rounds of vodka pong later, where the boys got their infinite supply of vodka you’ll never know, you started swaying a little bit. 

You were about to call it a night and just go home to pass out but you caught sight of Finn standing there,his hair glowing an almost red shade in the weird lighting of the garage and your stomach did a flip flop. It suddenly felt as if you’d been struck by  lightning and your long ago suppressed feelings for him came bubbling up to the surface. You’d told yourself that it was a no-go, I mean sleeping with your brother’s best friend could only cause drama right?

“Fuck it” you mutter aloud to noone, you decide to attempt to sexily saunter over to where Finn was leaning against one of the work benches sipping on his water bottle. 

After your accidental confession earlier you’d felt his eyes watching you.

“Sup?” he asks, with a raised brow.

“I dunno Finn. Yous so sexy I wanna fuck you so badddddddd.” you confess again.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you too darlin, I think you are too shitfaced to do anything about that right now.”

“NO! IM NOTT” you yell, causing Toby and Benny to look up from whatever they’d been quietly discussing in the corner. After Toby assessed the situation and realized that you were just reacting to something and not in any danger he smiles brightly before opening his mouth.

“Finn you can fuck my sister. Just don’t break her heart man or I run your ass over and I won’t regret it!” Toby yells.

“YOOO BROOOOOO NOOOOOOO” you scream back attempting to whirl around to give your brother a piece of his mind but instead you just end up swaying on your feet and then crashing into Finn.

“My heroooooooo!” you sing-song, as FInn lets out a little chuckle. 

“That’s me, Finn, your regular ole knight in shining armor.”

“Mmmmmm… you’d look good in shiny armor.” you mumble running your finger up his chest, neck and then along his jaw. 

He grabs your hand and moves it away causing you to recoil in embarrassment, or attempt to recoil anyway, but you nearly lose your balance and he ends up grabbing you by your waist to stop you from crashing into the open Craftsman tool box full of tools.

“My hero again.”

“Let’s get you home YN, I think you’ve had enough tonight.”

“No. I don’t want to go. I want to make out with your face.”

“If this is your attempt at seduction you aren’t doing a great job. It’s supposed to be a little more subtle than that,” he laughs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little bit as he attempts to pull you upright.

“Oh ho ho ho… says the man that thinks ‘Let me show what these mechanics hands can do’ is the greatest pick up line ever. I don’t need seduction advice from you, I’m doing just fine on my own thank you. Now, shut up and fuck me already.”

“No can do sweetheart, but I can help you into the car.”

“You suck! No-no-no-no! I suck. I give great head Finn, wanna find out just what my loud mouth is capable of?”

His awkward laughter was infectious though and he leans over and whispers,”Baby, when you aren’t three sheets to the wind and can stand upright, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me but right now you need to go to bed.”

“Hmmmph I can stand up on my own. Watch me.”

Of course your clumsy, completely shitfaced ass had to trip over something invisible and you ended up sprawled on the hard concrete of the garage. Toby looks up that loud clattering noise and shakes his head at you. You roll over and just start laughing, gut clenching full fledged laughter, the kind that is contagious. After a few moments of Finn looking panicked he joins you in the laughter. 

“You can stand on your own, huh?”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” 

“You said you could handle it, I think this is further proof that you just need to go to bed.

“Oh my God Finn why are you so obsessed with getting into my bed?”

His gorgeous olive complexion began to slowly turn an interesting shade of red.

“You misconstrued my meaning.”

“No I didn’t. Face it, you want to be in my bed just as bad you want to be in my pussy right now.”

“Christ on a cracker woman, your seduction skills are so on point today,” he says with an eye roll.

“See! Told you I was better at the art of seduction than you. Can I find out what your mechanic's hands can really do? I’ve heard rumors that your fingers are quite deft at-”

“I’m going to help you up off the floor now, and then I’m going to put you in the car. Once you are in my car I’m going to drive you home and help you into your bed. After you are all tucked in I am going to go home myself.”

“Hmmph. You could just share a bed with me.”

“No can do. With you in this drunk-seductress state I’m afraid of what might happen to me if I should dare close my eyes for a second.”

“I’m soaking wet for you right now.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just pee your pants?”

“Nope. Pretty sure my pussy is so wet you could drown a toddler in my panties and there is only one cure for my problem Finn. I need your D in my V immediately.”

He just lets out a loud sigh, kneels next to you, hooks his arms under your armpits and hauls your drunken ass to your feet. 

Swaying along with his body he maneuvers you to his car and plops you into the front passenger seat. You watch as he walks around to the driver's side but as soon as the car pulls onto the road it was lights out for you.

[t0ngue-tech]

All Yours | Seven

“’Was I not enough for you…?’

Seolhyun parted her lips but hesitated to say anything. She also dropped her head, possibly trying to get everything in her mind organized.

‘Yoongi, I’m so sorry.’ She said sadly.”

↠fluff, angst, universityAU↞

word count: 4.5k

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ↞

A/N: yall idk what’s gotten into me. i literally just uploaded a story and here i am with the update of all yours lmao. tbh ive also been working on this chapter for a while so tyj i finished it huhu. enjoy ^-^

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“Come on, Yoongi. Just text her.” You stood in front of your mirror and adjusted your hoodie.

From the moment you woke up, had a cup of coffee, took a shower, and changed into an outfit, Yoongi spent the entire time debating if he really wanted to text Seolhyun. You agreed to go with him to see her because it was his stipulation, but he was the one hesitating.

“You know what, maybe I don’t need closure. It’s all good.” Yoongi placed his phone on your nightstand and laid back down.

“Ugh. Yoongs.” You grumbled and strode over to sit beside him. “Sure you may not need closure, but I know deep down you want to talk about your feelings. You don’t deserve to be cheated on—nobody does. Please text her.”

Yoongi glared at you for a few seconds before he softened his eyes. He mumbled something along the lines of I hate it when you’re right and reached for his phone but took a detour to grab your hand first.

“So, you promise you’re going to come with me? You’re not going to flake out?” He kept his eyes on your fingers as you lazily grazed the back of his hand.

Could he get any more adorable?

“I promise.” You replied earnestly. “But I start work at three today, so keep that in mind.”

Yoongi squeezed your hand and locked eyes with you. Never in your life did you ever picture yourself to be in this position. He held your hands before, mainly to guide you around places when you were extremely drunk but nothing like this. Yoongi had a sweet look in his eye with a smile to match and you were so sure you were dreaming. Yoongi was perfect. Why would Seolhyun want to cheat on him in the first place?

“Okay. Now, go to class.” Yoongi lifted your hand and kissed it. Your cheeks flared a bit and you probably failed to hide the disappointment in him not kissing you on your lips instead.

“Fine. But go outside and take a walk,” you gave him your dorm key. “You need some sunlight.”

After listening to Yoongi’s bullshit excuse about how sunlight was never necessary for him in the first place, you left his side to slip on your sneakers.

Why can’t time just fast forward to later? I just want Yoongi and Seolhyun to meet already so it can all be over with and done. How am I supposed to even focus in class?!

“Wait.”

Yoongi’s voice broke your thoughts and you stood up from your floor. He scooped you by your waist to press your body against his before stealing a long kiss on your lips. You felt your entire body relax and you clutched onto his nape to support yourself.

“You may have more knowledge about people’s behaviors and shit, but I know you well enough that you were waiting for that, right?” Yoongi said with a smirk after breaking the kiss. Your face bloomed crimson and you playfully shoved him a few inches away from you.

“Bye, Yoongi.” You walked away from him with bliss coursing through you and just before you stepped out of your dorm, you caught the satisfied grin on Yoongi’s face.

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I will die in this developmental psychology class, I swear.

Time in your psychology class always ticked on like you had nothing else planned for the day. You jotted down chicken scratch notes, promising yourself to fix them up when you had time later; thank goodness your professor put up the lecture slides at 7pm on the same day of class. You began to mindlessly doodle at the bottom of your paper.

So many things could go wrong later.

Three stick figures were drawn at the bottom; one with a crude drawing of a beanie, one with hair just below its “shoulders”, and one with long hair blacked out with your pen. You drew scribbles of symbols around the drawing of the figure with long hair indicating how pissed off Seolhyun would be if she saw you two together.

Ugh. I can hear her voice now.

“Why did you bring her?”

“Unless you were cheating on me first!”

You scribbled all over the drawing and turned over the page.

The same stick figures were drawn at the top this time and instead of symbols, you drew tears coming from the figure with long hair and hearts around the beanie figure; Seolhyun would be in tears, apologizing and begging Yoongi for forgiveness and he would play right into her and fall in love all over again.

This time, you fiercely scribbled over the drawing.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Like clockwork, you drew the stick figures. Hearts were drawn around the beanie and medium haired figures while the last one had a giant X covering its face; Seolhyun is completely cut out of the picture and forced to watch how lovey-dovey you and Yoongi were.

This drawing caused your face to heat up a little. There was no way Yoongi would show any affection towards you in front of her because he wasn’t the type to purposely make matters worse.

One last time the figures were drawn back onto your paper and this time, you drew speech bubbles with squiggly lines inside that ended with periods and a few exclamation points. The most likely scenario would be a calm conversation with a few outbursts between Yoongi and Seolhyun. The last thing anyone would want is making a huge scene in front of everyone—

Wait, I don’t even know where they’re meeting!

[10:32] You: hey, where are you two going to have this conversation anyway??????????

Yoongi’s reply came through like lightning.

[10:33] Yoongz: You know the benches outside of the library?

[10:33] Yoongz: There.

Great. We’re going to be in public…

His texts didn’t stop there.

[10:35] Yoongz: I told her to meet me at 11:15 so that you have time to be here before she comes.

[10:35] Yoongz: I’ll be wearing the light brown coat you gave me for my birthday and the blue beanie you hate so much

[10:36] Yoongz: You’ll be able to find me pretty easily.

That damn beanie.

The mental image of Yoongi in the blue beanie made you snicker, but you quickly cleared your throat realizing you were in class laughing to yourself like an idiot.

[10:40] You: okay. i’ll see you then

[10:40] You: fuk that beanie doe omfg.

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“So you’re seriously going to be there? With Yoongi and Seolhyun? Possibly arguing in front of you? Right in front of your salad?!”

Walking to the library, you gave Hani a quick call to update her with everything that had happened since you told her about Seolhyun cheating on Yoongi.

“Yes, right in front of my salad.” You laughed. “To be honest, I’m kind of scared. Like why did Yoongi have to say he kissed me! Actually… I don’t know what would be worse, her knowing the truth or his lie.”

“Either way she’s going to raise hell, but if you need me, you call and I’ll come running!”

You smiled softly. Hani was serious in the most endearing way possible.

“I know—” Yoongi’s blue beanie stood out at a table underneath one of the large trees. “Yoongi’s there. I’ll call you later Hani or better yet, I work at three so you can come to the coffee shop anytime after that and I’ll update you on what happens.”

“Okay. Be safe. I love you!”

“I love you, too.”

You took a deep breath and approached Yoongi who had two cups of coffee and two sandwiches sitting in front of him. As much as you hated that damn beanie, he still looked as handsome as ever.

“Hi, Yoongs.” You smiled.

Yoongi instantly smiled at the sight of you. “Hey—no, sit by me.” He reached for your hand to stop you from sitting across from him and tugged you over to sit beside him instead.

The action startled you and almost made you lose your footing, but Yoongi supported you by the waist to let you sit down without injury.

“Th-Thanks.” You stuttered.

“Oh, here you go by the way.” He handed you a paper gift bag that he probably stole from your closet. “You left your work shirt and shoes. There’s also a water bottle in here because you need actual hydration and not just coffee swimming throughout your bloodstream.”

Everything he mentioned was sitting neatly inside the bag and your smile was impossible to hide. You’ve been nervous and jittery about meeting with Seolhyun that you completely forgot about your work clothes. Yoongi was a life saver.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You breathed.

“Of course. Now eat, you didn’t even have breakfast this morning.”

As you had brunch, you spent the time complaining to Yoongi about how developmental psychology makes you want to jab multiple pens in your eyes. He argued that you say that about every class you have and even flicked your forehead.

“You’re doing great though, so keep on keepin’ on.” Yoongi rubbed the spot he flicked with the pad of his thumb.

You felt the weight of your school work elevate at the touch of his finger. Yoongi had the power to relieve any stress that you had in the palm of his hand and it amazed you. Maybe this was just the effect of you being whipped for him for almost a year. It sounded pathetic, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

“A-hem.”

Both you and Yoongi tore your eyes away from each other to find Seolhyun standing at the opposite side of the table with her arms folded across her chest. Her eyebrows were furrowed and daggers shot from her eyes right into your own. The aura that came off of her was no less than intimidating and you felt as if your soul left your body.

Fuck.

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“What is she doing here?!” Seolhyun barked as she took a seat.

“I asked her to come so just leave her be.” Yoongi spat.

You silently observed Seolhyun’s outfit; she wore a casual black dress that stopped above mid-thigh and had a deep v-neck line. A cream cardigan hugged her frame and she even made time to put on makeup and curl your hair. If your suspicions were correct, she dressed that way on purpose to use her looks to win back Yoongi somehow. Seolhyun was honestly gorgeous which made you nervous. What if it reeled him back in? 

She cleared her throat again and avoided eye contact with Yoongi. “Thank you for meeting with me.” Her voice grew softer and softer towards the end of her sentence and she fiddled with the ends of her hair. This gave off a vulnerable look, almost “cute”. 

“Okay.” Yoongi said sharply.

The tension in the air was suffocating and all you wanted to do was run away, but Yoongi kept his hand on your knee underneath the table to keep you at bay.

“So? Anything else you need to say?” Yoongi kept the same tone of voice, annoyed. He truly didn’t want to be here.

“Sigh. I’m sorry okay? God, can we just talk without you being mad at me?!” Seolhyun raised her voice a bit.

“Of course I’m mad! How the hell am I supposed to be feeling? You cheated on me!” Yoongi raised his voice as well and you were even more nervous. You three were sitting in public with students walking by and you were praying to God that everyone was just minding their own business.

“Y-You cheated on me too! You—!” She pointed at him. “—kissed her!” Her finger was now on you.

Yoongi furrowed his brows and squeezed your knee. “Alright, fine. I kissed her once and like I said, I knew I had to tell you because I was feeling so fucking guilty about what I did. You were my girlfriend, Seolhyun! I had to be honest with you.”

Seolhyun tightly pursed her lips together, probably stopping herself from saying anything else.

“How…” Yoongi breathed. “How long have you been…”

Your eyes softened at the sight of Yoongi faltering. He didn’t want to say it. You reached beneath the table to hold that had that was on top of your knee. Instantly, you watched his shoulders relax.

“Um…” Seolhyun chewed on her bottom lip and picked at the skin around her nails. “Just-Just once..”

Bullshit.

“Don’t you think Yoongi deserves a lot more honesty that?” You boldly questioned. Talking was never part of your agenda, but it’s true, he deserved to know the truth after tearing himself apart from agonizing over his self-worth.

“Excuse me?” Seolhyun stared you down and you couldn’t back down no matter how much you wanted to.

“I–I don’t think you’re telling him the truth.” You tried to sound confident, but your stutter gave it away.

Seolhyun scoffed and crossed her arms. “Who do you think you—”

“She’s right. I don’t think you’re telling me the truth either.” Yoongi interjected. “For Seung Ho to talk to y/n about our situation kind of shows how close you two really are.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You said softly.

Seolhyun aggressively scratched the back of her head. “Ugh. Two months!” She blurted out. “Two-fucking-months! There’s the truth! Happy now?”

Your eyes widened then turned to Yoongi who was looking in Seolhyun’s direction with an empty expression. After remaining quiet for about a minute, a low chuckle pushed past his lips.

“Is that why we’ve been fighting so much lately?” There were hints of both sadness and anger in his tone. “This was why you’ve been so short with me? You would cut our dates short—it was because you would rendezvous with Seung Ho?”

“Y-Yoongi.” You whispered and gently rubbed the back of his hand, trying to calm him down.

“Do you know what the fuck I’ve been going through because of this?! I continuously questioned what I was doing wrong—was I not making you happy anymore? Did I do something to piss you off? Was I not buying you enough flowers on the weekends? Altering my class schedule to match yours wasn’t enough? Skipping class to spend time with you? I talked my friends’ ears off trying to figure out why I didn’t seem important in your eyes anymore…” Yoongi kept his head down and squeezed your hand to the point where his nails could draw blood from your skin. “Was I not enough for you…?”

Seolhyun parted her lips but hesitated to say anything. She also dropped her head, possibly trying to get everything in her mind organized.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry.” She said sadly.

For the first time in a while, she sounded genuine.

“You were enough for me, but I—I guess… I guess I was being selfish and I wanted more.” Seolhyun lifted her eyes in search of Yoongi’s but he still kept his head down.

“You could’ve told me.” Yoongi choked out. “You could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling and maybe—maybe things could’ve worked out.”

It was your turn to lower your head. This was truly an issue between Yoongi and Seolhyun. There was no reason for you to inject yourself into the conversation anymore.

“Is there any way we could work past this?” Seolhyun asked.

Yoongi finally met her eyes. “No. No way in hell.”

He fumbled with your hand to let go and reached into his pocket to pull out his keyring and wallet. He detached Seolhyun’s dorm key and pulled out a polaroid photo of her from inside his wallet. “Here. I don’t need these anymore.”

Yoongi reached back underneath the table in search of your hand and you stealthy met him halfway.

“Please. Just go, Seolhyun. We’re done here.” Yoongi said firmly.

Seolhyun sat there for a couple seconds and then reached forward to retrieve her belongings. As she stood up from the table, she kept her eyes on Yoongi hoping he would say something else, but he remained silent. Shortly after, Seolhyun took her leave without Yoongi sparing her a single glance.

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Even with the hustle and bustle of students walking all over campus, the world had never been so quiet. Yoongi had his head down, face buried in the crook of his elbow while still holding onto your hand. You weren’t sure when was the best time to speak, so you kept quiet waiting for him to break the silence first.

It almost physically hurt staring at Yoongi. He had been bottling up so many painful emotions to the point where it almost consumed him. He didn’t deserve to go through this.

“Y/n?” Yoongi finally spoke, but the rest of his sentence was muffled behind his coat sleeve.

“I-I’m sorry, Yoongi. I can’t really hear you.”

“Thank you for coming with me.” He turned his head and made heavy eye contact with you. “Saying all those things… I don’t think I would've been able to do it on my own, but you being here gave me strength to do so.”

His words caused a noticeable blush to form on your cheeks. He chuckled and sat up straight to tuck a few of your hairs behind your ears.

“I think you have enough time left to get to your next class from here. I’ll walk you.” Yoongi lifted you up by your arm and you almost didn’t want to go to class. All you wanted was to sit around and hold his hand all day. The thought of that made you blush even more and this made Yoongi laugh a little harder. “What’s the matter with you? Come on.”

Unfortunately, Yoongi didn’t hold your hand when he walked you to class. This was probably because it felt too soon to do so in public. It’s not like he and Seolhyun were the campus couple, but people might get the wrong idea if they knew they were dating.

After the whole thing with Yoongi and Seolhyun, it made it even harder for you to concentrate. Now that they were broken up, who knows if Yoongi still had anymore underlying feelings for her. They were together for a year, so there had to be some leftover right? Plus, Yoongi made a comment the other night about how he thought about why you kissed him and that he “figured it out.” This meant a whole new conversation, a whole new reason to be nervous.

Fucking great.

This was a conversation you weren’t looking forward to. You needed to prepare yourself somehow, but it seemed like no matter how much you could mentally prepare yourself, you still wouldn’t be ready. After knowing Yoongi for roughly a little over two years and falling for him like an idiot, never in your life did you imagine him finding out about how you felt about him.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t even a little happy. You kissed Yoongi, held his hand, and even shared a bed with him with your feelings unknowingly exposed in the air. It made you giddy; butterflies roaming around in your stomach, fighting the urge to smile whenever you thought about him. If only the circumstances were different, life would’ve been near perfect for you.

Class dragged on, notes were written down, doodles were drawn, and next thing you knew, you were tying your work apron around your waist.

“Where’s Yoongi? He didn’t walk you here?” Seokjin asked.

“Nah. His energy gauge was pretty much empty by the time he was done talking with Seolhyun so he decided to just nap for a few hours.”

“Okay, so, what’s the tea?” Seokjin stood near you, eagerly waiting for you to tell him all the juicy details.

You playfully shoved him away and walked over to the espresso machine. “I’m not saying anything until Hani gets here.”

“Aw, come on, y/n. She won’t be here till like five or something!”

You chuckled to yourself and continued to ignore all of Seokjin’s pleads for information.

The moment Hani walked through the coffee shop doors, the first words she shouted was “okay bitch, bring forth the tea!”—this was said with a shop full of students. You were immediately put on the spot, but Hani’s intentions meant well.

You made sure to include all details of the confrontation when you told Seokjin and Hani about it. You also made sure to keep your voice low because you weren’t sure who knew Seolhyun, Yoongi, or even Seung Ho. This wasn’t your story to tell, but both Hani and Seokjin were there from the beginning so it seemed fitting for them to know it all too.

Evening came just as quickly as your shift started. Hani didn’t mean to stay so late, but she got pretty invested in the situation between Seolhyun and Yoongi. Both you and Seokjin did his best to keep all of Hani’s reactions at bay, but you had to admit, it was entertaining. At least she was nice enough to help the coffee shop employees close up.

“Wouldn’t your knight in shining armor show up by now?” Hani joked. 

“You need to relax—oh, bye!” You chuckled and threatened her with a broomstick and waved two of your co-workers who were heading out.

“It’s true, y/n. He’s supposed to waltz in here and be like ‘my lady, I have arrived. Your chariot awaits.’” Seokjin pranced around the room and even bowed and took your hand in his.

“And by ‘chariot’, you mean his legs right? Because the dorms are within walking distance?” You laughed.

“Well, yes, b-but anyways let me finish,” Seokjin cleared his throat. “So your knight in shining armor swoops in—” he went from holding your hand to picking you up bridal style. “—picks you up and saves you from the dungeon aka the coffee shop! And then Yoongi says—”

“Seokjin, what in zakum’s name are you doing?”

At the mention of his name coming from behind him, Seokjin froze in his tracks and turned around to find Yoongi staring at him with a questionable look.

“I—uh—” Seokjin panicked, almost dropping you on the floor but he still managed to place you back on your feet. “Alrighty-roo, well, Hani—babe, shall we take our leave?”

All Hani could do was laugh until her stomach hurt and Seokjin dragged her out of the coffee shop by her hand; she laughed so much that she could barely properly say bye to you and Yoongi.

“Do I even want to know?” Yoongi asked hesitantly.

“No, you really don’t.”

Yoongi helped you flip up the chairs onto the table while you continued to sweep the floor. As you two cleaned up, you proceeded to tell him about your day and apologized for telling Seokjin and Hani what happened in the afternoon. He brushed it off because he also trusted them.

Unlike your busy day, Yoongi spent his entire day eating, sleeping, and watching netflix; he exaggerated that it was a packed schedule. He even mentioned that Seolhyun still tried to call and text him, but he ignored every single attempt.

“You know, I think she dressed up that way today to lure you back to her with her looks.” You confessed.

“Huh. You think so?” Yoongi walked behind the counter where you were wiping around the sink.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, I mean, it’s been pretty cold lately and she shows up in an outfit that could barely keep her warm. She curled her hair, put on makeup, like why is doing all of that necessary to meet up with you? It seems so—what?”

Yoongi was just staring at you with a smirk plastered on his face. “Were you worried that it was going to work?”

A blush bloomed on your cheeks. “N-No. I just think it was ridiculous, that’s all.”

He stepped closer and stood behind you, placing his hands on the metal countertop to cage you in between his arms.

“You know, you observe others pretty well but from my observations from knowing you, you kind of suck at lying.” Yoongi laughed and you forced a chuckle out. You weren’t going to even deny it.

From the counter, Yoongi lifted his hands to secure them around your waist, hugging you from behind. You made a few attempts to move around to clean the counter properly, but he remained.

“Yoongi, I have to clean.” You chuckled.

“Just—” He briefly let you go to spin you around so he could hug you from the front. “Five minutes. Let’s stay like this for five minutes, please.”

It was such a genuine request, how could you say no?

Yoongi was leaning into you with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You had your arms lazily slung around his shoulders and just listened to his faint breathing. The blonde tips of his hair tickled your nose a bit, so you gently slide your hand across his nape to brush down his hair. He hugged you tighter at your sudden action and sighed.

“You’re really going to touch me like that, y/n?” The teasing tone in his voice was enough to raise your temperature and cause a blush to appear on your cheeks.

“Y-Yoongi!” You tried to push him away, already feeling embarrassed, but he just continued to hold you.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Yoongi snickered. “It’s fine, keep touching my hair.”

You were still feeling embarrassed because that was the first time Yoongi used that tone of voice with you. Nonetheless, you listened and continued to stroke his hair. Thankfully he didn’t wear that awful beanie.

Yoongi didn’t say another word and every once in a while, he’d caress your back and readjust himself. Small sparks ignited at the simplest touch and for some reason you wanted to laugh. This was everything you wanted but it did confuse you as to how comfortable Yoongi was doing all of this to you. All you did was kiss him once and the next moment he’s acting as if you two were dating for years.

“Okay, I’m recharged. Continue your cleaning.” He emerged from your body and cupped your cheek. Even if you were the one embarrassed, Yoongi still had a hue of pink displayed at the tops of his cheeks.

For the next ten minutes, you swiftly cleaned up the stations and tossed out the garbage in the dumpster out back. Yoongi waited patiently and even gathered all of your things for you from the back room.

“So you’re opening tomorrow?” Yoongi asked whilst helping you adjust your hoodie.

“Sadly, yeah. So we can talk first then I’ll head straight to bed.”

“We can talk tomorrow, it’s fine. You need your rest.”

“B-But—”

Yoongi stole another kiss from you, probably to shut you up and it worked; it left you utterly speechless. You had to get used to this somehow.

“Tomorrow.” Yoongi whispered. “For now, let’s go home.”

Home?

There was no doubt that Yoongi was referring to your dorm as home since he stayed there the entire day. The idea of him considering your place as “home” gave you butterflies.

Home was a safe sanctuary. Home was a place where someone can easily unravel themselves to be at peace. Home was where the heart was and Yoongi was there with you.

“Yeah.” You blushed. “Let’s go home.”

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♡ rae jagi