#sun gives y/n a shirt that moon gave to sun as a gift a long time ago and moon sees y/n in it and arrrr he melts idk im weak

[maudiemoods]

Is y/n ever going to get new clothes in the alien au?

Yeah! Eventually!! Y/n holds onto their clothes because they're sentimental but eventually they'll become too worn to wear!

I'd like to think sun is a little bit of an impulse buyer/super sentimental so he has tons of random tshirts that he never wears, he just bought them because he liked them djsjsjjs

[its-me-im-coraline]

Baby // Headcannons

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warnings // non really, this is teeth rotting fluff, any deisre for children after this is not my fault, blame Måneskin 😂

pairing // Måneskin members x GN!Reader

author's note // lol i decided to use these photos cause it looks more aesthetically pleasing. anyways i hope you enjoy the headcannons also don't forget the "sleepover" on sunday yayyyyy...

request // yes here

summary // Måneskin as parents

Damiano David

damiano as a father would be the absolute sweetest

the man looks intimidating in photos but the moment he opens his mouth is the sweetest

thus the conclusion that he’d be the softest father in existence

will be extremely hands on raising your kid the whole time

he refuses to not do his absolute best to be there as much as possible for your guys’ child

will never complain about having to change diapers

for some reason I imagine damiano to be the type of father that would take baths with his child

“look, look at daddy’s hair”

while he has some kind of ‘intricate’ hairstyle with tons of foam all around it

will literally cry for pretty much every milestone of the child

“di-did they just laugh? Y/N, our child just laughed, stop laughing at me!”

meanwhile he is borderline sobbing

i can also imagine him if not crying just laughing in excitement at something they do

like say your guys’ child has taken up some kind of sport or martial art, they will show the most recent thing they learned to damiano and he will start giggling in pleasant surprise

“Dio mio, amore, that was fucking awsome!”

will have a hard time not cursing in front of the child sometimes

but he’s working on it

will take tons of walks around the city, in parks and stuff, together

can just imagine him in nature, holding hands with this tiny little human being

ahuaifjn my heart dudes

will be supportive of them no matter what

be it the child’s sexuality, gender identity, career and hobbies

as long as they can be safe he doesn’t mind at all

will try not to cry when his kid will move away

if they move somewhere close by rest assured he will never not be at their house

“you know dad, you have a house of your own, don’t you like it better?”

“nah, the sun hits this place really nicely, i enjoy it”

will def take you and the kid along when traveling, when possible of course

I can also just imagine him having his kid on stage at a show and just kind of playing around and singing and awwwwwwwwwwwww

Why do I want this? i don't even want kids!!!!!!

Thomas Raggi

Thomas is a similar case to Damiano but of course with his differences

instead of taking walks around he just takes naps with them

you can not even count the times you have come home, calling for thomas and your kid and neither responds

so you get worried a bit but then you see them napping on the couch

will nap with your kid in the weirdest places

can and will fall asleep together on a chair in the balcony/yard

I feel like he would spoil them a bit?

especially if he’s been away for long, he will return home baring gifts

from a cute shirt, to something pretty expensive that reminded him of them

will always bring snacks from different countries, like chocolates for belgium or nougat from greece (yes it is kind of a traditional candy in some greek islands especially)

might not take baths with them like damiano but i can see thomas just playing around with the hose outside in the yard

“Dad, no it’s cold! stoooop it!”

“Oh come on, it's burning out here! don’t you love the little cooling effect?”

will know when not to throw water at your kid of course, it is always done in good fun when they’ve gone outside with the solemn reason of playing with the water

dance parties at the most random moments

like a song they both like plays at a store

they will start dancing in the middle of the store

sometimes you act like you dont know them

others you join it

how sweet

ok but like picknics at the park

you just lay in a blanket, thomas and your child are non stop playing around until they get tired

and when thomas sits down the kid is still all over him and they are being so cuddly with each other

will always remind them of their jacket

Victoria De Angelis

victoria would feel a little awkward at first

idk but although i'm sure she is the sweetest with children i feel that she will not be sure how to act at first

maybe she would view your baby as very very fragile at first and be very afraid of her movements as to not do anything to hurt them

i can not stop thinking of victoria when her child is sick or feels down

she will immediately go mama bear at them

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Does your head hurt?”

“Do you feel cold?”

why do i feel she would get into superstitions sometimes

“i should call your mum, Y/N (if you're from a culture that believes in that). someone gave them the evil eye. of course they did, you're amazing!”

feels very proud of the outfits she gives your kids i swear

“this is perfect! Y/N look how cute they look!! You have the matching shirt, right?”

will go above and beyond for them

doesn’t care what time it is, if her baby needs her she’s there

tickle fights are a must in your household

she will always laugh hysterically even if your kid doesn’t actually tickle her

the cutest thing is them two just sleeping together in the car when going somewhere

poor chilli now has to endure to children bothering her lol

victoria would be extremely protective of your child, not only if they got hurt but even with the idea that they could

will always be proud mama™

"they are amazing, how can i not be proud"

Ethan Torchio

Remember how I said Victoria would feel kind of scared of doing something wrong and hurting your kid?

ethan is even more worried

idk, i see this man as an absolute gentle giant

i can see him just staring at the baby the first time he sees them with so much adoration, as if in a trance

now…

out of all of them ethan is the “strictest”

i feel like you would be the one to try to sneak desert before dinner and ethan would just scold both you and your child

“Y/N, I told them no before! Come on!”

just like them all he is willing to go to the end of the world for that kid

will not hesitate to bring them the moon if he could, no questions asked

i feel like he would be the one your child confides in the most

like i can imagine your teenager sneaking out, something going wrong and calling ethan first!

he will die from the worry when he gets the call but as i said will go to the ends of the world for them

ethan will never even once yell at them

scold them a few times? sure

but yell? not even once!

now imagine this man with a little child wearing his shirt at the beach, walking around and showing them the beach

“You see those lights over there? They are windmills. They collect energy from the wind. how cool is that”

very close to my grandmother pointing out the windmills she’s seeing every summer for the past 20 years lol

he is so wholesome, will turn everything into a learning opportunity

i feel like he would be the father that is so embarrassing to the child because of how wholesome he is some times

but both them and their friends would confide in him

will literally father their friends if they need it omg

he is the type to see you holding them for the first time, or just holding them and doing something and just getting horny

“come on amore, let’s have one more!”

“ethan no”

he’s like telepathically communicate with them

it gets creepy but he does that to you two

he just knows when you need anything

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast

[thebadboyfanclub]

The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)

Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.

Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.

People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.

Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different. 

"Baby I'm here"

Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.

Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom. 

There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.

"Oh I didn't hear you come in"

"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"

"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"

She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.

"I need to finish this chapter"

"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"

She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.

"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"

"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"

Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.

"I'll be in the living room"

For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry"

Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.

"Its okay sunshine"

"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"

"I know baby"

"I'm just so… stressed"

She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.

"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"

"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"

They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry"

"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"

She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear.  Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.

Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.

"Are we good?"

"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"

"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"

[visd3stele]

Remus image - angst & fluff

*mostly angst with a tinsy bit of fluff

*forced marriage trope

summary: you're a Slytherin pure blood dating Remus Lupin, but your family has other plans

TW: none

A/N: any thoughts and opinions are welcomed. I'd love your reviews. Requests are open, too, if any of you are interested in that

masterlist

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You're staring at the high ceiling, wide awake and way past the middle of the night. In your hands, an envelope is twitching with every move of your fingers, twisting its corners anxiously. You received it at dinner that night, the letter from your family. And wisely waited until the privacy of your room to open it. Around you, pure bloods Slytherins were sound asleep. You made sure not to let any emotion show, on your face or voice. Something everyone in between the walls of the Slytherin residence could most likely do.

You read it once. Then again and again until each word, each letter carved its mark in your brain. Carefully, you folded it back, wrapping it in the thick layer of the envelope. Despite having stopped reading it, the news your family dropped on you kept on repeat in your mind. Over and over and over. Marriage. They found you a perfect, pure blood spouse to marry. No matter that you were still in school. And only sixteen. And already having a boyfriend.

But of course, that last part might be exactly why your blood supremacist family decided to take your love life in their hands at last. For you were dating Remus Lupin, head boy of Griffindor. Involuntarily your lips moved upward at the mere thought of him. The way his soft brown hair feels under your palms when he lays his head in your lap in the afternoon – that is when you convince him to take a break from learning for a change. Your smiled deepened. The way his scarred hands stroke your face right before he leans in to kiss you. You blushed in the dark. The way his eyes sparkle after one of the Marauders notorious pranks. The way he rolls his eyes and leave a snarky comments to any Slytherin who mock your relationship and how it only masks his own fears and self doubts.

Now you were crying. You'll have to break up with him. You'll have to break up with him without bringing the marriage up. You didn't want him to think back on what could have been years after. It's better if he thinks there is no chance anymore to be with you. And you had to do it quick. News spread in the pure blood community and risking lying about your parents intention only to fool yourself a bit longer with stolen happy times was as self destructive as it can get at this point.

You slipped your body on one side. And tossed. The envelope fell off your bed. You didn't bother to pick it up. But someone did. You felt it rather than hear it, someone picking it up and placing it on your nightstand.

" 'Morning," that sweet voice you loved so much whispered. And you snapped your head towards it in shock. Only to find a very uncomfortable Remus Lupin, switching from leg to leg, smiling awkwardly at you.

"It's five in the morning." He stated before you could find your words through the foggy veil of your thoughts. "And the sunrise is about to start..." Remus went on, looking anywhere but at you.

More tears sting your eyes, threatening to slide down your cheeks and getting completely out of your control. Here he was, your perfect boyfriend, sneaking in your bedroom to take you to see the sunrise. For you, this boy defined romance and no amount of scars, secret disappearances on the full moon and mysteries surrounding it could change that. You were more than willing to give him time, let him open up to you when he feels like it. After all, he has great friends to share secrets with and you wouldn't get in between them.

Biting your lips, you closed the distance and hugged him tight. After less than a second of hesitation, Remus put his hands around you as well. You needed it, the proximity, the safety, the warmth and love. When you were sure your voice won't break, you breathed a question to him. "And how are you planning to sneak me out?"

Remus saw right through your attempt. He pulled back a little, enough to brush his fingers over your swollen face. "Have you been crying?" Worry clouded those beautiful brown eyes. You shook your head, snatching yourself from him and desperately wiping your tears. You should do it now. Tell him it's over. Spare him – and yourself – for the pain and torture of stretching it longer. It was time to face it: your relationship was doomed from the start.

But you couldn't. Not yet. Just a little more time, you bargained with yourself. Just that sunrise together. One last date. You promised to no one. So you made yourself swallow and said instead "My family," dismissing any further remarks.

Remus pulled you back into his lean body, long arms the only thing holding you together. He needed no other explanation. Thanks to that friend of his, Sirius, Remus knew exactly what those two words meant coming from a pure blood kid. He pressed a kiss on top of your head, caressing your back in soothing large circles. Voice dipped with concern, he asked "Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to distract you?"

"What about taking me to see that sunrise you mentioned and we'll figure it out from there?"

He nodded, led you to the now slightly opened window and motioned for his broom flying within reach.

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The sun beamed from between rare clouds, spread amongst a royal blue sky. Orange light crowned the ascending golden disc, fading into a soft purple and light pink at its edges. The curtain of morning mist broke the rays in matt bliss, wrapping around your entangled figures.

A wet coldness flew on with the tentative mist, but Remus planned everything ahead, it seemed. He had a wool blanket at ready, different bits and pieces of clothing, threads and patches sewed together.

"Don't tell me you picked up knotting, Moony." You didn't know when it happened, but you had taken on calling him by the silly nickname his friends did.

"No. My mother made it, actually." The scar on his lip pulled up as he patted the spot next to him. He had laid a blanket on the freshly cut grass near the Black Lake and held his mother's gift in a silent invitation.

You snuggled in, circling his waist with your arms and nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck. "Y/n!" he exclaimed, a shiver running through him at the contact with your cold skin. You sent him a grin that had nothing to do with apologies and you both snickered before turning awe filled eyes to the sunrise.

Remus let his own head lean down on your own, brown hair slightly brushing your forehead. His hand found its way to yours and as your fingers laced together he rubbed his thumb on top of your palm.

Content silence settled in. Only birds dared sing a sharp note once in a while. Your boyfriend knew how to choose a date spot, you were more than happy to give him that. The marvelous sight the sky presented doubled in the lake's still waters. Calmness washed over you. Here and now, with Remus' hand in yours, your head resting on his shoulder, everything pieced into place.

You turned your face, meeting the warn off material of his shirt and placed a kiss there. Lifting your lips upward, you kissed his exposed neck as well. Then his cheek, lingering close to his lips before stopping to murmur "I love you, Remus Lupin! So, so much."

He met your lips with his own and you were thankful he said nothing about the pang in your voice. "And I you, my darling." His glittering eyes, filled with adoration and care, were too much for your heart to bear. It was all you could do to close your eyelids tight and press into his side even more.

"Is something wrong, y/n?" Remus asked, shifting his arm to welcome your new position.

"No. Nothing. Just overwhelmed by everything I feel for you." And in a way, it was true. Not the whole truth, but as you couldn't give him that...

An unsure smiled played on your lips. He brought your face to his again, laying a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it up and made a face at him. He tried to bit back his laugh, but failed as a bundle of it escaped in a soft breath, tingling your flushed cheeks.

Remus kissed you again, this time on the bridge of your nose. Which earned him a giggle and a wide smile. Bringing your hands to his face, you cupped his cheeks and touched your noses together.

"We're missing the sunrise. And you put so much effort in this."

"Hmmm," he mused, leaning in your touch. "The sun does much of the work, to be fair." You burst in laughing at that, shaking your forehead against his.

You two traded more kisses – and then some more, bathed in the dawn light of a new day.

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"Where have you been?" You heard James Potter asked your boyfriend when you bumped in him and the rest of the Marauders in the hall.

Peter waved at you, while Sirius gave you a knowing smirk at which you rolled your eyes. Truth be told, their demand wasn't misplaced. You and Remus didn't show up at breakfast, and run late for the first class.

"Down at the lake, Prongs. I should know better than to ask for notes, right?"

"Not to worry, Moony, you didn't miss much."

You left Remus to his friends, brushing your lips to his as a form of good-bye. You headed to your room. Thoughts swirled in your mind, flying by so fast you barely registered them. You passed Narcissa and Lucius on your way. They have been married since year four, something you found very unsettling. At that time, you belittled Narcissa for not fighting off her families wishes, like her sister and cousin. But now, that you found yourself in her place? You started to understand. To understand that courage is not so easy to haul up from whatever pit it lays dormant in one's being.

So lost in thoughts, you haven't noticed the guy sitting on your bed until he spoke, voice laced with disgust. "You better kick that sorry excuse of a wizard away before we make our engagement public, honey."

You startled. "Who...?"

"Why, your new husband, of course."

"Future husband. And Remus is a fine wizard, greater than you could ever hope to be."

The stranger only rolled his eyes and huffed. "Whatever you say, honey. Just make him gone by noon. I have plans for us before the ceremony."

A ceremony that would take place in a few months, once summer blooms, you realized, dread chilling your blood in your veins. The tight line of your lips followed your betrothed until he left and swiped the door close.

Noon. Break up with Remus by noon. Make it look like it's over because there is no love anymore. Let him think you choose this smug, full of himself, brainless, boorish brute over him. It's the right course of action. So you told yourself. And so you did. Any hope for standing up against your family gone.

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Wind howling outside, rain pouring, you thought the weather mocked you. It just happened to turn gloomy and morbid all of a sudden, when you were about to break the heart of the most precious boy in the whole school. And yours too in the progress.

"Remus, can we talk for a second?"

"Sure, what is it?" He turned his whole focus on you, dropping mid conversation with his mates about whatever prank they were up to next.

"Moony!" three offended sighs followed you as you dragged Remus to a more private spot. The way he no more than waved at his friends, giving all up for you, knowing you had a bad day, strung a painful chord in your soul. You did not deserve this boy. Maybe the wedding was a good thing after all.

"Hey, y/n, talk to me," Remus whispered when you came to a halt. His fingers searched for yours, trying to turn you around to face him. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you. We'll fix it."

"No." You said, and cursed your weak voice. You still didn't face him. "No we won't fix this." You spoke again, this time with more surety, allowing a sharp edge to it.

Bless his too kind soul, he didn't balk away. Instead, he took one stop forward, resting his head on your spine and bringing his long arms around you. "Everything's gonna be fine, y/n. I promise."

It took a superhuman effort to break free of his embrace. And you finally swirled to meet his soft brown eyes. Tears rolled down, dripping from your chin, but you didn't let him comfort you. Shacking your head, you took another step back, building distance between you, as if the following words would hurt less that way.

"Everything's not gonna be fine, Remus. Not with us. Not anymore."

For a couple seconds, he stared at you, confusion painting his beautiful features. Then, realization sunk in. And in that moment, you were sure nothing could ever hurt you as badly as his pain struck expression. His parted lips, moving in vain to form words that doesn't exist. His frenzy eyes, looking all over yourself, searching for any sign of a cruel joke. For a trace that you weren't being serious. Eyes that begin to water when he found none.

But he refuse to let the tears flow. Remus led his stare to a dark, far away corner of the empty hall. Heat colored his face, a light shade of pink that not even the cool from the open window couldn't beat down. "So that's why you were distant this morning?" Your boyfriend asked, bitterly even as his voice was small, lost. "That's why you avoided me all day and didn't look me in the eye once, more than a passing moment?"

You knew better than answer. You had nothing to say anyway. "I'm sorry, Remus. I've been meaning to tell you earlier..."

A razor sharp laugh bit your words off. "But you took pity on the poor half-blood."

No, no it wasn't like that, you wanted to say. Those remained only thoughts as you wiped your face and crossed your arms to keep them from reaching out. Reaching out to him, reassure him, hug him. Whatever he believed, you'd roll with it. If he thought you an evil pure blood, then fine! You'll be that.

An image of your mother's face, lips curled in disgust at the last Quidditch match when Slytherin lost again in favor of Gryffindor, served as model for the expression you forced your own face into.

"I didn't want it to be like this. Goodbye, Remus Lupin."

You turned. And left. Just left. You kept your back straight as you walked away from the boy who tickled your heart. Who placed feather light kissed on your cheeks, and nose and forehead for days into your relationship, too shy to initiate something more without your worded agreement. The wizard who helped you with assignments, not thinking anything less of you when you weren't perfect. Who let you fall asleep in his lap at Hogwarts' few parties that you couldn't stand due to your family. This guy who gave you everything you were too afraid to dream of. And you just walked away, as if couldn't be bothered to care.

His fist thrumming once on the hallway's wall filled your ears, a sound forever carved in your brain. The thud that followed, of him sliding down on the floor you guessed, printed an image in your mind you'll pray to forget. Remus' silent sobs, though, almost made you turn around and run towards him.

You didn't so much as cast a glance back, knowing what you'll see and too much of a coward to bear it. His body shaking with crying, knees cradled to up to his chest where his chin digged in, covered by lean arms with palms crossed over his head.

His friends would find him. They'd help him. Remus will move over and forget you. Each sentence was another step. Each step, another crack in your heart. By the time you reached your room, collapsed in your bed and twisted in a similar position to your boyfriend's – ex boyfriend. It made you understand, showed you far too clearly why he'd sit like that. The pure devastation and despair, the attempt to contain a hollowness within, to replace a part where a whole, happy heart used to beat.

You broke Remus Lupin's heart. And yours was just as shattered. And there was no going back from it now.

PART 2

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Opposites Attract: Part 2

Request: hey may I request a one shot for your Peter Pan story if yes can you, use my real name (Zai) instead of Y/N if you please and can you have me pans total opposite like sweet, shy everything he would hate but in the end he falls for her and becomes really protective

Pairing: Pan x Zai

Warnings: Cliffhangerrrr 

< Part 1

Heavy, gloomy, and dark atmosphere swept through the camp, the boys quite obviously upset but too afraid to show any grievance in front of their ruthless leader as they held tears back behind their eyes. It had been like this for a week now, but somehow I couldn't seem to share the same sadness with the boys, I didn't feel bad, I hardly knew the boy and what I did know about him I didn't like.

The loud cracks and pops of the fire pulled me from my thoughts, snapping my head up to watch the orange and red flames dance with each other. The golden glow spread across the camp, painting it, contrasting with the dark gloomy sky.

A familiar pair of green eyes were caught staring at me from across the way, meeting my brown ones. I would say it bought a light blush to spread across the King of Neverlands cheeks, but as quickly as it came it left again. It was probably a trick of the light but this wasn't the first time I had noticed him watching me, observing me. Probably wondering if I was worth keeping around or not.

I found myself spending more and more time with the cold leader of the lost boys, not because I wanted to, just because he always seemed to be around me like a phantom slowly stalking me in the night. Never leaving, never straying from the path that I created, always watching, lurking, creeping. It seemed like he kept track of my every word, making notes of where I went and what I would do, who I spoke to.

Sweat trickled down my fare skin, the sudden feeling of grease and muck made my whole body tense up in disgust, I needed a wash and soon. Rising from the makeshift bench I was sat at I began to walk out of camp, I felt his eyes following me.

Stepping over the threshold of the Lost Boys territory I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

It was so peaceful walking through the forest at night, there were no animals or birds to be heard as they were all sound asleep by now, there was nothing but me and the trees. They silently watched as I passed them by as if they were guiding the way to the waterfall for me, mapping out the path I would take, making sure I didn't stray, and get myself into trouble.

The sound of rushing water grew louder and louder in my ears, indicating it was a step closer to becoming clean once more.

There it was, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen before. Clear, clean water running down cliff face basking the glory of the pale moonlight causing it to glow with a powerful silver shimmer. Everything surrounded it seemed to glow too, as if this tiny part of the island was untouched by the boy's wicked ways and remained pure, holding the power of a Goddess. The flowers seemed to dance in the moonlight stretching towards the starry night sky to drink up its silver shine. The scene before captured my gaze, refusing my eyes from averting themselves. As if possessed, I stalked forward ever so slowly, scared that the delicate scenery would be ruined by my presence. It was so beautiful, I was terrified I would mess it all up it like throwing a bucket of water over a freshly painted canvas, but it was like the spirits of the water pulled me in closer and closer, beckoning me to come in and be purified by the magic it supplied the island.

Slowly, the top part of my dress slipped off my shoulders, revealing the nape of my neck to the onlooking moon. I had no reason to hide or cover myself, for I was loved, the moon welcomed me, hugging me with its beaming silver light. It continued to fall, showing the beauty of my back which connected to my behind, the cold air was not a problem for the giant in the sky protected me from any harm such as the harsh cold. White cloth that once covered me tumbled down, leaving my entire body exposed to the wilderness. Next to flee my frame were my boots, feeling my feet meeting the grass, letting it rub in between my toes, and grounding me.

I stood, completely naked and free, praising my imperfections. Smiling down at every stretch mark, kissing every scar, appreciating my moles, befriending every freckle that resided on my skin, grasping the love handles at either side of my body and giving out a giggle of happiness.

I felt like I was a child once more, so innocent and carefree. The love that poured into my heart was overwhelming, calming, freeing. As I got closer and closer to the healing water of the waterfall, my appreciation for myself only grew more and more intense. Beautiful roses seemed to empower me, tall trees gave me the courage I needed, the small koi fish which swam around in the clear waters supplied me with the grace I always knew I had.  A single tear slipped down my rosy cheeks soon being washed away by the remedial waters the island gifted to me.

Drops slide over my skin, healing me from the toxicity of my old mindset. I was free, happy, cleansed, and totally whole. There is no reason for me to hide myself anymore, there was no reason to hide myself in the first place for we are all perfect no matter what we look like. Bliss consumed me, bursting into every cell in my body, flowing through my veins as I laughed and smiled, cupping the beautiful water, letting it pour through my fingertips.

I danced and cheered, this was the first time I had felt like this and no words could describe how amazing it is. I had been holding onto society's idea of the "perfect" body for too long and now I see we are all perfect, every single being in the universe is totally and utterly beautiful. All of us, children of the moon, stars, and sun as they lend us their beauty. We are pure. We are whole. We are loved.

It was only then that I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, perfects poised, leaning against a tree. Vibrant green eyes stood out the most in the dark forest, reminding me of the Cheshire cat lurking in the shadows. His arms crossing over his broad chest, veins almost popping out of them, his shirt hugged his frame nicely as if it were made for him.

I felt proud, not feeling the need to cover up, not like it matter to the king much anyway for his eye didn't scan over me as I had expected them to do. They stared deeply into mine, not moving, a smile played on his lips but there was something about it that was different. It wasn't an act of lust but rather one of amazement, as if I had taken his gaze as a hostage much like the way the waterfall had mesmerized me.

As quickly as the boy appeared in front of me he left again, surrounding himself in a cloud of dark green smoke, leaving nothing but the air in his wake.

Bright stars shimmered in the sky, lighting the way back to camp. I didn't put my shoes back on but carried them in my hands, the dirt and leaves crumbled below my feet. Camp looked more lively upon my return, the boys were finally up on their feet and dancing around the fire, clashing their sticks together and they cheered and hollered.

A small, tired voice sounded, "Zai~" He spoke, pulling on the hem of my dress.

I smiled down at the sleepy little boy, "What's up Daemon?"

"Can you read me a story?" The glimmer in his eyes made it hard to refuse his request, the little boy warmed my heart, giving his place a sense of hope and innocence.

I nodded in reply and with that his little hand grasped mine, guiding me towards his time tent that was lit with nothing but a candle. Hopping up onto the bed he pulled the cute little storybook out from under his pillow, passing it to me.

I ran my thumb over the cover whispering the title into the cold air of the night, "Peter Pan" I almost laughed at how ironic it was, no wonder the small boy had ended up here.

"Once upon a time..." I began.

As time passed the child's eyes grew too heavy for him to keep open and he let sleep consume his body. Silently, I leaned over his, placing a soft kiss upon his forehead.

"You're good with kid's," A British accent whispered, turning to face him he seemed to stand in the exact same position that he had when watching me at the waterfall, like he is a statue.

"You were watching me," I replied in a hushed tone, more as confirmation to myself rather than a question.

"I was, you're good with him," He said, "Daemon needs someone like you to keep him safe, a mother."

"I am no mother," I whispered to the king of Neverland.

"You're more a mother to him than the woman who birthed him," Pan spoke, "She starved him, beat him, and left him for dead in a street alley."

It pained me to know what he had been through, my heart cried for him. He was safe now, here with his family, here with the lost boys. How could anyone do that to someone so pure, someone so innocent and small?

Pan knew that although I didn't respond, I understood. He could see the pain that I was feeling on the boys' behalf.

"You were also watching me at the waterfall," I said.

"That I was, I admired you. Seeing the way that you danced, you were free and happy. You had the power to turn your weaknesses into strength, you're stronger than you look, little one." With that, he gave me a smile before leaving the room.

I felt a sense of pride swell up in my chest, could this be true? Could the ruthless, cold-hearted, cruel, malicious Peter Pan be proud of me? Could I possibly have earned his respect after so long of being here?

As the days passed by the boys seemed to warm up to me, allowing me to hunt with them, dancing with them around the fire, play games with them. They stopped treating me like an outcast and more like part of their family.

"Listen up boys!" Pan's voice boomed, scaring birds from trees and causing animals to sprint away, "We have some visitors."

The smirk on the boy kings face grew causing a shiver to travel up and down my spine, I felt hot all of a sudden.

The lost boys hollard and cheered, we all knew what this meant, pirates.

Excited and eager we all rushed down to the shore, weapons at the ready. The boys were ruthless and bloodthirsty, looking for a fight, I however was on the more cautious side of things. I don't like to fight, I never did, but if I didn't want to be seen as weak again it would be a smart idea for me to join them only if it is for the time being.

By the time my feet met with the sandy beach, the fight was already in full force, the sound of metal clanking with metal and battle cries filled the crisp air. From where I stood the lost boys all looked so small, like ants fighting against another colony.

Silently, I watched the scene before me unfold. People were getting hurt, boys were getting hurt. Thick red blood dyed the golden sand with no remorse and I could do nothing but watch.

So wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn't notice the dirty pirate sneaking up behind me, hand covering my mouth as he attempted to drag me to Hook's ship.

I didn't know what to do, or how to react, but I wasn't going anywhere without putting up some kind of a fight.

Wriggling and struggling against him I tried my hardest to keep my feet planted into the ground, my efforts were useless. I bit down hard at the hand covering my mouth, causing him to yelp out and grasp the attention on the others. A sharp, sneering pain exploded in my side as I let out a muffled scream, trying hard to not look weak in front of the lost boys.

My foot came down hard on his and my elbow swiftly embedded itself into his stomach before he fell to the floor with a groan, in an effort to get as far away from him and possible I stumbled to the tree line. A wet feeling covered my hands, sticking to my shirt and sides. Red, that's all I could see.

"Zai" Pan's voice filled my ears, the look of worry was noticble on his face, it was strange seeing him show any emotion other than angry, "I've got you, don't worry I've got you."

Panic flowed through my veins, who's blood was that? His or mine?

My vision quickly became blurred, it was like I was under a spell, stuck in some trance that I couldn't get out of. The king of Neverlands voice echoed around in my skull, I wanted to reply, I wanted to tell him I was fine, but the words couldn't leave my mouth before everything went black.

"Zai!" the angry shout from the leader was the last thing I heard before falling to the ground.

[midnightseonghwa]

𝐀𝐡! 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐦𝐠

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Shy!Mingi x Obtuse!Reader 

✕ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, highschool au, secret admirer au

✕ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.5k+

✕ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is the most clueless being on earth but other than that nothing really. 

✕ 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Unedited

✕ 𝐀/𝐍: This was requested by @catboymingi​​ ~ Thank you so much for requesting and for all the love you give my writing 🥺🥰 My heart fluttered while I was reading your request because I found it so cute~~~ I hope you like it! I had intended to make this like 2k words but got so carried away...and now it’s 4k+...I really hope I did your request justice because I did get a bit sidetracked and carried away but I tried my best...I really did....Do let me know what you think!💖

✕ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜: here

"What...what...what are you doing?" A baffled Wooyoung asked as he strode into Mingi's mother's kitchen. The previously immaculate granite countertops were now coated with flour and sugar, making an absolute mess of the pristine kitchen.

Mingi huffed and wiped his brow while pushing his round glasses upwards.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He bit back and focused on his task at his hand as his friend just sat on one of the chairs in front of him.

"You never bake...why are you baking?"

Mingi put his whisk down and stared straight into his friend's eyes.

"He found out that (Y/n) likes lemon cupcakes," Yeosang mused as he strolled into the kitchen, a cheeky smile on his face.

Wooyoung snorted before turning to his friend.

"Is that true? Has someone developed a crush? When are you going to confess?"

Question after question was dropped onto Mingi as he gazed up at both the boys, eyes darting back and forth to find a way to avoid answering questions from his invasive friends.

"Never?" He asked and turned to grab the muffin tray before pouring the clumpy batter into it.

"What? What do you mean you're never going to confess? Yunho asked and Mingi just bit his lip before shaking his head.

"Guys, there's no way a person like (Y/n) is going to like me. And besides...this isn't the first time they'll be getting something from me."

Yeosang scrunched his nose before looking at his friend in distaste.

"How long exactly have you had a crush on (Y/n)?"

"About a year..." Mingi trailed off and Wooyoung gasped dramatically before punching the taller male in the arm.

"And I didn't know about this?" He asked, absolutely flabbergasted at the lack of information.

"Why do you have to know about my one-sided love life?" Mingi asked and pushed his glasses up his nose again.

"Because I'm your friend and I can help you confess," Wooyoung stated with an eye roll as if it was the most obvious and logical answer in his head.

"No no, they don't need to know anything. I'm not going to confess," Mingi said as he bent down, peeking at his lumpy muffins with a small smile on his face.

He was content with admiring you from afar. There was no reason for him to get close to you and as long as he got to see you smile from a safe distance, all was rainbows and unicorns with his life.

The next day, Mingi walked to school early with a little skip in his step. His white uniform shirt was buttoned till the top and his glasses weren't dropping down his nose like usual. He just knew that it was going to be a good day.

The school grounds were empty as he walked through the gates. The green of the sports field lush as the football players were yet to ruin it with their shoes.

Bright sun rays bathed Mingi in their warmth as he hiked his bag further up his shoulder, mindful of the precious cargo that was lying in the side pocket.

There were a couple of students when he entered the main building. Both your classes were all the way on the third floor but Mingi still had a solid fifteen minutes for school to start and he knew you wouldn't be there as your bus was always late.

"Hey, San," he greeted his friend who was sitting by your desk, flipping through some pages of his textbook.

"Hey, what do you have this time?" The lanky male asked as Mingi pulled out a small packet wrapped with a bow and a sunflower.

"Where did you manage to find sunflowers?" San asked, reaching out to touch the sunflower before being swatted away by Mingi who had an annoyed pout on his face.

"Don't touch it," he hissed and carefully placed the things on the corner of your desk before placing his signature car-shaped sticky note message for you.

'You never fail to brighten my day', he scribbled before pasting it down onto the wooden surface and turning to San.

"You didn't see me," he said and watched with a smile as the boy pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key.

Satisfied, he walked back to his own class before plonking into his assigned seat and catching up on some work.

"How did (Y/n) react to the cupcake and flower?" Mingi asked with way too much enthusiasm, his eyes twinkling with a child-like innocence that could put the stars to shame.

"Oh, you would've been over the moon with their reaction, buddy," San said as he imitated your surprised expression.

"Really? Ah, I wish I was in the same class as you-" Mingi's words died down in a choke as he watched you approach both the boys with his sunflower and cat-shaped sticky note in your hands.

His sunflower.

The sunflower he had given you.

And the note! His cat-shaped sticky note!

The poor boy felt like he was going to faint as he let out a little choking noise which had San turn to him in concern before both the boys turned to face you again.

Like always, your white uniform shirt was ironed to a crisp, the navy blue of your lower uniform also creaseless, not a thread out of its place.

"Hey, (Y/n)," San chirped as he eyed Mingi, who had know become a hedgehog, curling into himself as he felt heat risk to his cheeks all the way from his neck. His glasses threatened to slip off his face as he pushed them up before rocking on the balls of his feet nervously.

He had always been a shy boy, ever since childhood. Even the few friends he had now had been with them since kindergarten which was one of the reasons they were the sole few who knew the real Mingi and not the shy one.

"Hey, San and Mingi," you chirped back, giving Mingi a soft smile that made him fidget his fingers and ears turn a fire-engine red.

"I-" Mingi let out before his eyes widened and he rushed off, heart palpitating at the thought of you liking his gifts.

Turning into another corridor, he bumped into Wooyoung who gave him a cheeky dimpled smile before pulling him into the library.

"I saw everything," Wooyoung said as he placed his hands on Mingi's shoulders, squealing slightly before the librarian gave him a glare that had him sheepishly apologising.

"Did you see them, Wooyoung! They liked my cupcakes and they were holding my note and the flower I had given. God, I feel a little faint and I don't think I can-" Mingi ranted, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart as he leaned against one of the oakwood bookshelves.

"Calm down, lover boy," Wooyoung said as he folded his arms over his chest, offering his friend a bottle of water before sighing at the sound of the ringing bell.

"Let's get back to class," he said and nodded, both of them heading out of the library.

"Is Mingi alright?" You asked San, who was looking just as shocked as you were.

"I...I think he's been eating too many lemon cupcakes," he answered vaguely and you narrowed your eyes before shrugging it off, missing the twitch of San's lip.

People around you had always mentioned how obtuse you were, horrible at picking up on the obvious things around you and reading in between the lines. And while San loved you in the most platonic way possible, he was so darn frustrated at your lack of understanding.

"Speaking of which," you said, twirling the flower in your hand.

"The one left on my desk today morning was so good," you said and San just rubbed his forehead.

"I bet it was," San trailed off before looking at you again.

"You know who makes the best lemon cupcakes?" The boy asked eagerly and you stepped back a little, taken aback by his sudden energy.

"Who? And why are you suddenly so focused on lemon cupcakes?" You asked and San could only sigh before answering you.

"Mingi makes the best lemon cupcakes."

You nodded meekly before smiling at the mention of the boy. To San and the rest of his friends, it wasn't a secret that you liked Mingi. In fact, it was the next most obvious thing after Mingi's crush on you.

But even with all the signs flashing bright neon in your face, you never seemed to catch on.

"Ask him to make some," you said and San just pursed his lips in a thin line.

"Why should I? You do it...you're the one who likes him-"

"Choi San! Don't say that so loudly," you whispered, clapping your hand over his mouth.

A teacher passing by gave you both a strange look that had you withdrawing from each other and straightening out your uniforms.

"Have you ever thought that maybe Mingi feels the same?" San asked through gritted teeth.

And there it was, the biggest hint that could have ever exploded in your face but of course...you being you, just didn't catch on it.

"How would you know?" You retorted and San just shook his head.

"Maybe because Mingi talks to me about it?" He bit back.

And there it was again. At this point, it was more of an indirect confession but of course, your brain didn't catch onto it.

"Yes, I know Mingi talks to you a lot, thanks for rubbing it in," you said and huffed, returning to class.

San groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Goddamnit, (Y/n)!" He mumbled under his breath before following you.

Mingi's eyes bulged out his head when he heard San recount his conversation with you.

"I mean I basically spelt it out for (Y/n) and that obtuse human just doesn't get it for the life of me!" He groaned again and Mingi felt his heart pick up speed again.

"Why!" Mingi cried out, feeling so exposed and outed.

"What do you mean 'why'? You literally begged me to drop hints," San cried back and Wooyoung nodded, eating out of the little ice cream cup he had got his hands on.

"I never asked you to drop any kind of hints!?"

Yeosang walked up to the group, handing San a sandwich and Mingi a rice Krispy bar before sitting on the stone steps next to his friends.

"Yeosang, you tell them. I never asked them to drop hints," Mingi whined, munching aggressively on the cereal bar.

"Sorry, buddy. You're on your own here but think about, it's probably best for you," he said and Mingi just whined, burying his head in his hands.

"Oh, look. Here comes, (Y/n) again," Wooyoung mused and burst out into a full blows cackle as he watched Mingi shriek and run away, cheeks and ears flaming red.

"Why does Mingi always run away whenever I come around?" You asked, sitting down next to Yeosang who offered you a Rice Krispy bar.

"Maybe it's because he likes you," Wooyoung coughed out, earning a laugh from you.

"I wish," you replied and turned to Yeosang, engaging in nonsense conversation with him.

Wooyoung looked at San with a dumb look on his face which the other boy returned. Another indirect confession and you didn't catch onto it.

Both the boys just sighed and shook their heads, horribly disappointed in both their friends.

Mingi climbed the steps two at a time as he made his way to the third floor. Grabbing his pile of cat sticky notes from his bag, he snuck into your empty classroom, sitting at your desk and just enjoying it for a while before getting to work.

He bent over the wooden surface and started scribbling away before the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch.

Peeking out the small window of the classroom, he made sure no one was coming before fleeing the loving crime scene, weapons in hand and a piece of pretty cat-shaped evidence left behind.

‘Dear (Y/n), sometimes, I wonder if you feel anything after reading my notes. Do you feel happy, creeped out or even curious? Because I know that I think about you every morning and to me, every thought is like a firework that causes my heart to burst with love. I want to fill my world, my universe and my life with you but I'm just not courageous enough... One day, I hope my relationship with you becomes something that can't be hidden but until then... Love, a shy boy'

"Oh damn," you mumbled, reading over the words that had been left on your desk.

"What's got you so shocked," San asked as he entered the classroom taking a seat in your chair.

"I...wow," was all that left your mouth before San took the piece of paper out of your hands.

"Yeah, wow," San said sarcastically and rolled his eyes at the hearts that had been drawn on the paper.

"I wish this person would just leave their name," you whispered before tucking the paper into a small box that was full of cat-shaped notes and their accompanying gifts.

"This person doesn't have the guts," San said nonchalantly, which caused you to laugh.

"You talk like you know this person," you said and shook your head causing the male to scowl.

"Maybe I do know this person," he said and you laughed again, thinking it was just his childish attitude coming into play.

"Yes, and I know the Queen of England," you stuck your tongue at him and San just scowled back at you.

"No, (Y/n), I know this person and so do you. In fact, you know this person very well," San said, his voice dropping in tone to signify just how serious he was.

"No, I don't think I do," you chuckled nervously, San's serious expression freaking you out a bit.

"God, (Y/n). Just think about it...a shy boy. If I'm saying that you know this person, who's a shy person you know?"

You opened your mouth to answer before stopping to think about it a little. None of your and San's common friends came to mind except...Mingi...

But no, someone as cute as him wouldn't ever like someone like you.

"Ugh, just leave it," San gave up and turned to the teacher who had now started teaching.

"Dear (Y/n), sometimes I wonder if you feel anything after reading my notes," San mocked, in a high pitched voice that caused Wooyoung to laugh and Mingi's face to turn beet red.

"I want to fill my universe with you," Wooyung added with animated hand gestures causing the boys to laugh even more.

"Guys, stop," Mingi whined and covered his hot face, careful not to smudge his glasses.

"Okay okay," San said, bursting into laughter again before wiping some fake tears out of his eyes.

"But hey, at least (Y/n) liked the note. I could see them practically swooning," San added and Wooyoung nodded with a smile on his face.

"You basically confessed in that note..." Yeosang pointed out and Mingi just shook his head.

"No...I...I just told them what a great person they are and how much I think about them," Mingi admitted bashfully, his ears turning bright pink.

He whined out in embarrassment, hiding his face behind face again as Yeosang decided to take his turn at teasing the taller boy.

"I hope my relationship with you becomes something that can't be hidden," the boy mocked and Mingi just wanted the ground to split and swallow him whole.

God, someone help him.

The colourful sketch pens rolled off Mingi's desk as he worked hard at decorating the cover of the mixtape he had made.

He had to admit that it was old fashioned but something told him that you would like it.

"Hey, you're mom let me in- oh God, what're you making for (Y/n) now," Yeosang groaned, as he flopped onto Mingi's bed with an eye roll.

"A mixtape," the boy replied quietly, tongue sticking out as he scribbled over the paper.

"And how is (Y/n) going to listen to it? Nobody has a tape player nowadays," the other boy said and Mingi just shrugged.

"They don't have to listen to it. Sometimes, even the thought behind it matters sometimes," Mingi smiled as he placed the tape in a small box filled with origami hearts.

"Let me guess, the hearts also have something?"

Mingi nodded with an excited look in his eyes

"They have the things I love about (Y/n). One quality for one heart. See!" He said, holding up one heart that was now unfolded.

'I like the way you're so kind’

"Oh wow, I bet they'll just have a heart attack," Yeosang replied lazily and Mingi just dreamed off into space with a smile.

"I hope so...sucks that I can't just confess," he admitted and sighed, tying the box with a black ribbon before tucking it into his school bag.

Mingi had to admit that the worst part about giving you gifts was that he had to space them out.

There was no way he could give you gifts every day (although he would definitely like to). He couldn't seem too eager. Notes; however, were a daily thing.

He watched you go over his words as he pretended to casually walk through the corridor and peek into your class. San caught his eyes with an unamused look before motioning for him to stop.

"Really? 'I saw a puppy today and they reminded me of you because I wanted to squish them and never let them go'?" San felt absolutely baffled after he saw you laugh at the note before hugging it close to your chest with a pout.

"Yeah, it's the truth," Mingi said and shrugged his shoulders, sticking his hands into his pockets.

"Alright then..." San trailed off, knowing that it was a one-sided conversation that was never going to go anywhere.

"I'll see you during lunch then," San said and nodded at Mingi who did the same walking down the corridor.

"Look, isn't this person the cutest," you gushed, handing the note you received to Yeosang and Wooyoung who just nodded with bored looks on their faces.

"You know who saw a puppy on their way to school today?" Yeosang asked and smirked at Wooyoung who seemed to catch onto what his friend was implying.

"Oh, I know! Mingi did!" Wooyoung exclaimed, fake drama dripping from his voice.

"Good for him?" You asked and eyed both the boys weirdly before they just huffed and deflated at your cluelessness.

"Yes, how good for him," San mused from next to you and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, guys and-" Mingi squeaked as his eyes went wide and he just took another turn instead of approaching your group.

You watched him run down the corridor and were about to follow him when something dropped out of his pocket.

Picking it up, you returned to the trio of boys who were now looking at you with wide eyes.

"I think Mingi likes somebody," you said, turning the pile of cat-shaped sticky notes over and reading the words that were scribbled right on the top.

"For the music in my life?" You mumbled and San smiled cheekily before looking at the other boys.

"Oh shit," Yeosang exhaled and gazed at the note over your shoulder.

"Mingi has the same sticky notes as my secret admirer," you said and handed it to Wooyoung.

"Return this to him?" You asked and Wooyoung just nodded, staring straight into your eyes.

"How do you feel?" He asked and you tilted your head in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"He means," Yeosang explained and leaned closer to you, "How do you feel after finding out that Mingi has the same sticky notes as your secret admirer?"

You shrugged and looked down the corridor.

"Good for him? I hope he can confess to the person he likes soon," you concluded with a smile despite feeling a little hurt at the thought of Mingi liking someone else.

"For the love of Mingi, (Y/n)," San yelled, causing you to flinch before he got up and walked away, tugging at the hem of his uniform's shirt in frustration.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked both the boys who just sat there in silence before shaking their head at you.

"He's just an idiot, it's fine," Wooyoung said before following San, leaving you and Yeosang with confused expressions.

San groaned in frustration as he tossed the cat-shaped sticky notes to Mingi.

"That's the fifth time you've groaned in the last minute," Mingi pointed out, as he sat at his computer, nibbling at some cookies his mother had baked.  

"You and (Y/n), I swear," San exhaled and just buried himself under Mingi's blankets before giving out an annoyed whine.

"How long am I going to have to tip toe around them? I mean not that it's going to matter because they just can't seem to catch on for the life of them."

Mingi laughed but inhaled sharply when he picked up the pile of sticky notes that San had tossed onto the bed.

"Wait, these are mine. Why do you have them?" He asked and San let out another groan, flipping the blankets over his head.

"You dropped them when you so expertly ran away from (Y/n)," San said, his voice muffled from under the blankets.

"So you're saying they read this message?" He asked and rubbed at his chest, feeling a little queasy.

"Yes, obviously. But (Y/n) being (Y/n) just couldn't figure it out," he said and Mingi just turned around, searching for the little gift he had packed.

Looks like he would have to go to school even earlier tomorrow.

The school building was absolutely empty when Mingi stepped inside, bag hiked up his shoulders, straps in hand as he made his way to the third floor. His footsteps echoed in the empty building as he stalked down the corridor to your class.

Sitting in your chair, he smiled at the janitor was still tidying up the classroom before taking out the little box that he had prepared for you.

"Ah, young love," the janitor smiled and Mingi just blushed before doing his routine and heading out of your class.

He could only hope and pray that you like his gift. He put extra effort into it this time.

You winced as the bell rung, signalling the beginning of the first period when you walked into class and saw the little crowd around your desk with San who was trying his best to shoo them away.

"What's going on?" You asked and one of the girls turned to you with a sweet smile on her face.

"Your secret admirer's gone all out this time," she said and you pushed your way to your desk to see the box sitting, wrapped in black ribbon.

"Come on, open it! We want to see," the same girl cried and you smiled a little before unwrapping it, causing a flurry of origami hearts to flow out.

The girls crowded around you squealed in adoration before their squeals increased upon seeing the mixtape.

'For the music in my life', one of the girls read and pressed a hand to her forehead dramatically.

"So romantic," San said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"It really is," you said, a little starry-eyed as you tucked all the hearts back into the box, fingers running over the words that were on the note.

"For the music in my life," you repeated and mulled over the words before suddenly shooting up, causing you to hit your head on San's chin who was standing right above you.

"Ow, shit, are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his chin before looking at you with wide eyes.

"Yeah, sorry I just need to go somewhere," you said and clutched the cat-shaped sticky note in your hand before looking at San and then rushing out.

"Oh finally," he huffed and plonked himself in your desk, waiting for the teacher to start her lesson.

You ran down the corridor aimlessly, not quite sure where you were going to find the boy you were looking for.

"Wooyoung!" You shouted from across the corridor, shocking the boy who jumped and turned to you with a cheeky dimpled smile.

"(Y/n)," he replied in a sing-song voice, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Where is Mingi?" You asked, a little breathless from running around like a headless chicken. Wooyoung just smiled as he silently pointed in the direction of the library, causing you to exhale in triumph.

"Thanks," you said and ran to the library, bursting through the door before straightening out when the librarian gave you a glare.

"Sorry, miss," you squeaked out and walked through the infinite shelves of books before you caught sight of the tallboy through one of the openings in the shelves.

"Mingi," you whispered yelled, and the boy jumped before turning around, only to panic and run away.

"Oh lord," you huffed out and ran after him, catching him by the wrist and pulling him into one of the secluded corners of the library.

"Why do you keep running away from, shy boy," you said and watched Mingi fiddle with his fingers, face turning a cherry red as he stuttered out pathetic excuses.

"I-...ugh...I-...just..." he stuttered before you pulled him closer, enough for him to lean down to your level.

"I like you too," you whispered, and the boy let out a little squeak before looking at you with twinkling wide eyes.

"You do," he let out, voice pitchy and full of doubt.

"Yes, you shy baby, now kiss me," you demanded, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips to his.

While most people would compare their kisses to fireworks, yours was just plain awkward. None of you were quite sure how to move your lips without Mingi freaking out at being in such close proximity to you.

"I'm sorry," he muttered out, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

"We have time to figure it out, don't we?" You said and smiled up at the boy.

Who, for the first time smiled back at you, finally finding the small courage in him to hold eye contact.

After a year," San sighed, and Wooyoung patted him on the back, laughing a little.

"I'm not sure if I like them better together or apart," Yeosang said as he distastefully watched you and Mingi share a sandwich, leaning close to each other.

"Get a room already," San yelled, causing you and Mingi to laugh, leaning in to steal shy butterfly kisses.

"Maybe we will," you bit back, dragging a tomato Mingi up and away with his wrist.

"Teenagers," the lanky boy sighed and leaned back on his elbows, the stone steps cold under his elbows.

"We're also teenagers-"

"Shut up, Wooyoung."

The boy zipped his mouth as he watched you and his best friend under a tree, hands clasped on both sides as you spoke in hushed whispers, flustering the poor boy.

"At least they're together now," Yeosang said, looking away as he watched you press a kiss to Mingi's lips.

"Yeah...at least they're together now."

[accioxreparo]

the Talk | g.w.

part one // baby fever | part two // the Talk

synopsis: You and George did everything young. It was only fitting that you two talk about having kids when you did.

pairing: George Weasley x reader

warnings: brief mentions of the war, a touch of angst but mostly fluff

a/n: wow this is ended up being so much longer than originally planned. I really wanted to get in more backstory though so here we are. Let me know what you guys think about the format cause...I kinda like this little hybrid thing?

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You and George did everything young.

 You had just turned 13 years old when the two of you went on your first date.

It was the summer before your third year and the two of you snuck out one night to go to a festival happening in a neighboring muggle town. You still have the moon shaped necklace George had bought you that day. He still has the sun shaped one you bought him. The gifts weren’t planned but it was the first time you saw how truly perfect the two of you were together. 

You had your first kiss a few weeks later the day you returned to Hogwarts. It was in one of the courtyards and there was nobody else around. Now the details of it were a little fuzzy but you could still remember the awkwardness of it all. 

 The first time you talked about getting married was at 16. 

It was more playful than anything else. You’d both drunk just a bit too much firewhiskey during the post-Yule Ball party thrown in one of the abandoned rooms. You’d toppled over together on one of the couches in the common room and you found yourself giggling when you saw how George was staring at you. “What are you thinking about?”

He had pulled you on top of him, resting his hands on your hips as he peppered kisses all over your face. Finally he pressed a soft kiss on your lips and gave you a dopey sort of grin. 

“About how pretty you look. And about how one day we’re going to be dancing just like we did today but you’ll be wearing this huge, puffy white dress that you can’t stand but that you wore because my mum said you looked like a princess in it. And I’ll be wearing my fanciest dress robes or maybe a normal suit. Either way it won’t matter because I won’t look anywhere near as good as you will.” 

You had smiled and kissed him again, a little longer this time. When you pulled away your forehead rested on his and you both had to resist the urge to just forget the conversation and continue the kiss. “That’s a wedding you’re talking about, Georgie.”

“I know,” He had said it with complete ease. “We’re going to have one of those for us one day.” 

It was only a few months later, now at the age of 17, when George decided he was going to ask you to marry him for real. 

Ever since the end of the Triwizard tournament he’d been filled with this nauseating feeling that nothing, absolutely nothing at all, was guaranteed.

The events of that day were stuck in his mind. He could remember the feeling of you shaking in his arms as you cried upon finding out Cedric had died. He could remember being confused at your reaction until you told him the two of you had been friends once but you couldn’t remember the last time you had a real conversation with him

It was with a completely clear mind that he got out of bed at precisely 6:21 AM and wandered through the house until he found his mother sitting at the kitchen table reading the newest edition of the Daily Prophet.

“Can I talk to you?” George had asked before she got the chance to say anything.

Molly had immediately grown concerned by the much too serious look on his face. Not to mention the fact that he’d never once asked a question like that. Nonetheless she still put down the paper, smiled softly, and put her full attention on him. “Absolutely, dear.”

“What if I,” George had avoided all eye contact, instead focusing on fiddling with the hem of his shirt, one he’d only just stolen back from you. The thought made him smile, giving him the courage he needed to finish asking his question. “What if I asked Y/N to marry me?”

That definitely hadn’t been what Molly was expecting him to say. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t see it coming though. For six years now she’d seen the way he was around you. For four years you’d been tied at the hip, bringing out the best in each other. This felt like just the right step. “Well you’re both of age now if that’s what you want to do.”

“But what do you think about it?” That was the part he was really nervous for. “I don’t want to wait any longer. After everything that happened this year I just want something I know is good and real. Something that,” His voice is softer then, more vulnerable. It surprises even himself. “Something that nobody else can take away from me.”

And Molly understands completely. She’s been there before, seen all of this happen once already. There’s not a single part of her that wants to argue because she trusts and believes in both him and you wholeheartedly. 

So she gently rests a hand on top of George’s, which are still pulling at his shirt, and he looks up to see her smiling at him. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

 He asked you that same night.

He actually didn’t even make it halfway through breakfast before telling Fred, Ron, and Ginny, all of whom were completely ecstatic. They loved you after all.

The four of them had been bouncing ideas off each other all day long while Molly had disappeared into the attic to dig through a bunch of boxes, not telling any of them what she was looking for.

They’ve got no less than five different speeches and approaches planned by the time Arthur gets home from work. Nobody can get the news out fast enough and though he’s a little surprised, he expresses his own joy at the news. He helps them brainstorm and soon they have a sixth plan thought out.

“When are you gonna do it then?” Ginny is the one who asked excitedly. “Don’t know. Soon I guess,” George glances at the time and stands up. “Actually supposed to meet her at some place in London in a few.”

He disappeared up the stairs to find where he left the address you’d given him and just as he’s found it Molly walks into the room.

She hands him the object she’d been searching for. A ring with a diamond in the middle and golden flowers laced all around the band. One she says has been passed down through the Prewett family for as long as anyone can remember.

He takes it with a soft thank you and a smile telling her it’s perfect as he pockets it, too afraid to leave it lying around.

When he gets to the address you gave him he’s a little surprised when he finds you sitting on the sidewalk with a book in your hands. It’s with an amused grin that you pull out your wand and before he knows it a building is appearing out of nowhere. You tell him it’s 12 Grimmauld Place, the House of Black, and that’s where you’ve been for a few days now helping Sirius, Remus, and Tonks fix it up

The entire time he’s there, exploring the rooms and wandering the halls beside you, the ring lies in his pocket and it feels heavy, as if reminding him it’s there.

He actually didn’t mean to ask you when he did.

You were right there though and the ring was in his pocket and he couldn’t think of anything else. 

You were both curled up on the couch in the living room. There was that familiar light, a glint in your eyes that he absolutely adored seeing and you were telling him a story about what had happened the day before while at Tonks place with a huge smile on your face and he just couldn’t help himself.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him again when you found him staring at you, much like that night just a few months ago. This time, though, you were both completely clear headed. 

“About how I want to ask you to marry me.”

That caught your attention. Almost immediately you felt butterflies grow in your stomach and slowly you sat up, turning to face him. George was completely serious. You were at a strange loss for words. “You - I - what?”

He gave a soft laugh at the confused look on your face and sat up himself, pulling the ring out of his pocket as he did so.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know what to feel because after the tournament it's like every moment is fleeting. Everything suddenly feels temporary and that scares me. There’s only one thing I do know and that’s that I don’t want this, us, to be temporary. Every single thing that I feel for you, that’s all real. It always has been. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me, I’ve never been more certain of anything else in my life. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“I-” You’re at a loss for words and also painfully aware of three very shocked people standing in the doorway of the room. Despite the surprise you know your answer right away. You’re absolutely positive this is what you want too. “Yes.”

George hadn’t been planning to ask then and he hadn’t really thought of how he would react. So he can’t help but be happily surprised when you agree. “What?”

“Yes, you tosser,” You laugh and happily kiss him, effectively bringing him back down to earth, though he swears he’s still dreaming. It seems too good to be true. “I’ll marry you.”

The memory of you two getting engaged isn’t just of you two in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. It’s also of Sirius and Tonks shouting and jumping around in excitement before either of you can get another word out and of Remus scolding them both about ruining your moment.

It’s your favorite memory of them.

 Especially because less than a year later, still at only 17, just a couple days before your birthday and a month before you’re to be married, Sirius died.

He was perhaps one of the only people you had never once doubted. All it took was you giving him wide, puppy dog eyes and he was immediately rendered incapable of lying to you, a fact even he found amusing.

He and Remus were both named your godfathers for a reason and you knew that very well. Even as a child you would brave the halls of Azkaban just to go see him no matter how much Remus didn’t want you to. He couldn’t argue with you, though, because he always ended up giving in much too easily.

You trusted Sirius with your life and he’d wasted too many years inside that prison and maybe that was why you had asked him to walk you down the aisle. To remind him of what was good and pure and happy.

He never got that reminder. Instead you were burying him the weekend after your birthday.

George had been at a loss about how to comfort you over Cedric’s death and he was at an even bigger loss now. He himself had grown rather close to Sirius over the last few months while spending late nights awake with the two of you and struggled to deal with the news of his death alongside you.

You guys have a strong support system though. There’s never a moment either of you is alone and you know that. It hurts to have to move on but you do.

If anything you’re more certain than ever before that this, your wedding, marrying George is exactly what you want.

 So you do it. At 18, a month after the date you had originally planned, you and George get married.

It happens in the large backyard of the cottage you’d grown up in with Remus. It’s late summer and the tree in the backyard is covered in blossoms and you could not have imagined a more perfect place to have your wedding.

The ceremony and reception were meant to be small and intimate and they are but they also end up more extravagant than you could’ve imagined. You find out as all the decor and outfits and food is arriving that Sirius had taken the liberty of getting you and George only the absolute best.

You’re sure you’re handling the last surprise you have from him well until the day before the wedding. You’re in the backyard alongside Molly, Tonks, Ginny, Hermione, Fleur, and Andromeda when you get an unexpected visit from a goblin from Gringotts. He hands you an envelope and a small brown package and tells you that they were given instructions in Sirius’ will to deliver it to you.

You break down the moment you open the letter to see loopy handwriting that you recognize immediately

Y/N, I understand that you wanted your wedding to be more about the two of you and less about the decorations. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years it’s that there’s no time like the present. I like to think you’ve picked that up from me and of that I’m proud. Therefore I hope you don’t mind me spicing things up a little. Oh and these are my gift to you because my favorite goddaughter will have the best if I have anything to say about it. And her soon to be husband too I guess and I like him, I really do, but these are mostly for you. Hope you like them as much as I liked picking everything out. -Love, Sirius

Your hands shake as you open the package to find a pair of elaborately engraved wedding bands, the ones you’re to use tomorrow

And you have to laugh because even when he’s not there anymore Sirius really does just know you that well. They’re perfect and you’re positive he knew that when he picked them out. A little card falls out of the envelope and you smile through your tears at his final note to you.

You’re ready.

 Everything you and George did you did young so it was tragically fitting when the war came around and you two were only 19 years old

Even now, only a year after everything ended, you remember the plots and the fights and the flashes of light coming at you from every direction.

You remember running for your life and hiding in whatever corner you could. You remember not being sure if your friends were dead or alive.

 But most of all you remember everything you lost.

Remus. Tonks. Fred. Sirius. Cedric.

In just a year it seemed like everything had been torn from your hands, your world turned upside down. It took you a while to properly grieve what you lost.

You had George, though.

And yes, there were nights where neither of you could sleep, still clearly hearing the echoing of loud bangs all around you, flinching at even the smallest movements with your wand gripped tightly in your hand, but never once were you alone.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask George one night after a particularly bad nightmare. Your face was stained with dry tears, your eyes bloodshot, and when you spoke your voice was hoarse. He had wrapped you in his arms tightly and held you until you stopped crying. You felt safe with him. It made the nightmare of losing him alongside everybody else that much worse. You wanted to hear his voice. Needed to hear it. Needed to know he was still there. 

“About how much I love you,” George had answered honestly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “And about how we’re going to be okay.”

You knew how to handle loss now, that was simply a side effect of the war.

Just a few months after the fight at Hogwarts you were taking a position at St. Mungo’s to help those also struggling with everything after the war

Now, a little over a year later, you were spearheading major changes in St. Mungo’s, helping to make all sorts of care more readily available. Everything from providing wolfsbane to those who couldn’t afford the ingredients on their own to support programs for everyone, adults and children alike.

 You’d been busy and maybe that’s why you put off having The Talk with George at first. But eventually two weeks passed by and nothing had changed. There was still an ache that filled your body every time you dropped Teddy back off with Andromeda. That weekend when you were all at the Burrow you didn’t even realize you were practically glued to Fleur’s side.

You also don’t notice the way George is watching you every time you hold Vic in your arms. This image of a little toddler running around your apartment with his hair and your eyes keeps playing in his mind and he smiles every time.

It’s not until you two get home late that night that you try to work up the nerve to bring up the topic. You’re sitting on the couch, comfortably leaning against George while some music plays in the background

“What are you thinking about?” George asks when he sees the look on your face. He can read you inside and out and knows you’re conflicted about something. He’s just not too sure what it’s about though he has a vague idea. 

You turn to look at him and figure now is as good a time as any to tell him what you’ve been thinking. “About how I want us to have a baby.”

For a second he doesn’t say anything, simply taking a moment to mull over your words. Finally he shifts a little bit so it’s easier to bring you closer. “Y/N, love -”

“I think it’s the right time,” You start talking again before George can continue. “I know you’re trying to expand the shop and I have a ton of things going on at work but I really do think we can do this. I thought it was just cause we’ve been around Teddy and Vic so much lately but it’s more than that. I think it at least warrants a conversation. I can’t imagine making a family with anybody else.”

A silence hangs in the room but its not uncomfortable. Slowly a small, partially amused smile grows on George’s face and he only stares at you as if waiting for you to say something else. “Are you done?”

He watches you nod and bite your lip, a nervous habit you’ve had for as long as he can remember. He reaches forward and gently removes your bottom lip from between your teeth, still holding your face in his hands so you’re looking right at him. Then he kisses you softly and when he pulls away he smiles at the sight of your eyes still closed, a relaxed look on your face.

“I was actually going to agree with you since I’ve been thinking the same thing.” George admits, laughing as you beam up at him excitedly. “As long as you’re ready to do this I think it’s worth trying.”

Honestly you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a talk about how you’re both still young, some mention of the fact that you were both doing a lot at the moment. But you and George are on the same page. A baby of your own is something you both want and you suppose that’s the way it should be.

“Alright,” Your smile widens and you’re the one who kisses him again. He’s as excited about this as you are, you can tell. “Looks like we’re gonna try to have a baby.”

[smolbeandrabbles]

Houston, We Got A Problem - Modern!Payne x Reader (Slow West)

@mandy23b​ @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #MendoTagSquad

Author’s Note: Right. Basically. I was inspired to do this due to pic I saw. And then I had to find a song and a plot that could make this modern and it all kinda worked out-! About 3 or so months after I originally went “this thing will get written-!”  (And then I started in in April and didn’t finish it until August!)

Anyway - I think if I have a checklist of things I can weave in here I got nearly all of them..! 😉😉😉

Disclaimer: AU, obviously / I think he’s as close to in-character as I could have got him but also understand he’s a little OOC (but had to for the context, I guess!) / Slow West & all associated characters not mine / my usual disclaimers-!

Premise: Offered a once in a lifetime opportunity in Houston, Texas - Payne is torn up about leaving you in Colorado. You know it’s a dream he’s been chasing, but you aren’t about to let him leave without reminding him what he has to return to...

Words: 4722

Warnings: AU / Swearing / Drinking / Sexual Connotations / Slight OOC-ness, maybe? He’s a little softer I think than he aught to be but I’ll let you all decide this for yourself-!

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This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place I wouldn't mind hangin' 'round For more than just a couple days I got a twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome A tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home

You should've seen 19th Street, you should've seen the midnight rodeo The way them saloon doors swing, when they line dance to "Copperhead Road" Something ‘bout the air down here, that'll make you feel the way all them cowboys do I wish I was an outlaw, But all I can think about is you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" T-shirt And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with missin' you It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you Houston, we got a problem

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Undisclosed Location, Colorado

 You could see the truck before you could hear it; stirring up clouds of dust from the dirt roads leading down to the ranch. You were standing out on the front porch, not eager to get caught up in the hot mid-afternoon Colorado sunshine. You were watching Payne, Silas and Marimacho down in the corral with the horses; but that dust made your eyes raise to the horizon. You weren’t due any visitors, and everyone meant to be working here was already in situ. You knew that ad hoc visits sometimes happened; but usually they would call ahead. Cell reception wasn’t great out here, but the landlines worked just fine.

For now the guys were taking a well-earned cigarette break, keeping their sharp eyes on the horse they were training. When the truck was more visible; sun glancing off the paintwork and the hum of the engine filled the quiet air, Payne hopped up to straddle the fence for a closer look. There were no logos to indicate what it might be for, and he was sure that you would have told him if anyone was expected, or had called. He took a drag of his cigarette and squinted at it suspiciously as it continued to wind its way towards the house - you were already outside and could deal with it for now, but he had to admit he was curious. Silas and María joined him on the fencing; equally suspicious. “What’s up there?” Payne raised an eyebrow “Hope it’s good whatever it is...” He watched you point him out.  “Guess they’re looking for you, Payne.” “Ah shit, well, I’ll report back..! You two got this one, right?” Maria scoffed “Course we do-!” “If we don’t you’re not doing your job well.” Payne shoved Silas at that, who laughed, and jumpped down, putting out his cigarette he wandered over to you.

You stepped out to the front of the porch to greet them. Both men whose clothes and build said they were probably also in this profession. So they weren’t lost. Trainers or buyers? That was the question. “Good afternoon, m’am-!” They both sidled up to the porch, tipping their hats - ah-! The old-fashioned kind. “Afternoon gentleman. What can we help you with?” “We’re looking for a man by the name of Payne? Heard he’s the best in the business and that this is his ranch.” That irked you just a little, this was your ranch and your parents before you. And it had collectively become “yours” over time. True he had the reputation, and he’d built it into what it was... but it was not Payne’s. He used to work for your father; Payne had a gift for breaking and training horses, and had put this place on the map beyond your father’s wildest dreams. You weren’t about to argue that point now, instead you gave a small smile and pointed back to where they’d just driven from. “The man you’re looking for is out there working, gentleman...” Although he was watching you, the other two now at his side, and as soon as you indicated to him, Payne cleared the fence and began wandering over. “Oh-! Thank you m’am!” They both turned, not giving you the opportunity to ask what this was about. But you knew Payne; he wouldn’t have them speak without you in the know.

  By the time he reached the truck, the men had already started towards him; “Gentlemen-!” “Ah! You must be Payne!” “Correct,” He nodded to you, “I see you’ve already met my partner in crime, Ms.Y/N.” You mouthed him a ‘thank you’ - at least he always made sure you were recognised. Payne gave you a wink, before turning back to them; “What can we help you with?” “We hear you are the man to come to - for Horse Whispering, or for breaking horses.” Payne folded him arms across his chest and tipped his head, “That’s kind of you to say, suppose the proof can only be in the success - you need horses breaking, or otherwise?” “Yes. We have the horses, but we wanted someone with your expertise for this particular job.” Payne nodded; “Whereabouts are you from?” “Houston, Texas.” Both of you suddenly froze in place. That was Midnight Rodeo territory. There was a lot that could be done in Texas to do with horses. Payne wasn’t beyond being a full-on cowboy at times, if the need called for it. He swallowed hard, “Well, then maybe we should take this inside... that’s... quite a way to come for just me.” They looked to each other, then back to him with massive grins, “Well, Payne, you ain’t just anyone - you’re the best of the best. And hopefully we can have a good discussion. We haven’t looked at anyone else; you’re the man we wanna hire.” Your eyebrows shot up at that - this wasn’t an opportunity your man would want to miss, you knew that.  Payne turned back to his friends to whistle that he’d be a while, and then ushered the men inside - this was likely to be a long discussion; but an exciting prospect at that.

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 By the time they left the sun was low in the sky, and Silas and Marimacho had already packed up ready for the morning – leaving the horses out to graze. You were both sitting on the front porch watching them and discussing the offer, his head in your lap. “It’s a good job, it’s a big job. But you’re gonna be here alone.” You smiled, he was right – it would be unprecedented for Payne to get something good going on in Texas, especially with such draws at the Midnight Rodeo, and to bolster his reputation and his name; yes, you’ve heard of him – now here’s the proof that what they say is true. You certainly weren’t about to let him pass that up, even if it would mean being here alone for a few weeks. You knew he wouldn’t want to go alone; he’d need the whole team – after all Payne always said it was a team effort. You ran your hand through his tangle of curls; “Baby, don’t worry about me, you should do this thing. It’s gonna be real good for you.” He sighed, folding his arms; “I dunno, Y/N… I just…” “You can leave me alone, I’ll be fine.” His eyes met yours and doubt was written all over his face. Payne had a point it wasn’t usual for you to be apart, and you’d suggest going with him but you’d be needed to hold the fort here – and he’d only trust you to do that. “Well, yeah, I’ll miss you. Of course I will, but…” You bent your body over his, “you need this, and you want it. And I won’t let you say no because of me.” and kissed him gently. “But there’s so many other factors-!” Payne looked back to the horses again – “I mean, you by yourself out here? What if you need help-!? I mean, do I leave someone with you here or-!?” “Shhhh…” You rubbed his shoulder affectionately, “Stop thinking so much and make a gut decision.” He scoffed, “If I even knew what that was.” You shook your head and kissed his cheek gently, shifting him off your lap; “Well – maybe it’d be better for you to have an inner dialogue…” He sat back on his hands as you stood, brushing yourself down, “I’m gonna make dinner-!” Payne replaced his hat and raised an eyebrow, reaching out to take your hand “What would you do, if they wanted you?” “I mean I doubt they ever would, I’m hardly the same calibre,” His fingertips danced over your skin, causing you to smile more, “but I would go. If it’s what I wanted.” “And you wouldn’t feel guilty?” You sighed, “I hope you don’t think I would guilt you about it anyway.” You bent to kiss him again, “No. I wouldn’t.” You swept back to the front door, “And don’t you dare try to guilt trip yourself out of it!” He laughed, “I still gotta decide if I wanna go-!” But you knew, deep down, his decision was already made. Dinner was eaten in relative silence, mostly because you felt every time you opened your mouth he might think a little too much on staying for you – you hated to think that a man who wasn’t really one to be tied to any one place, would skip out on Texas for you. Payne had never been homebody and he’d left you here before – you supposed it was the longevity of it. And perhaps how far away he would be. He helped you clear the table before leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and heading outside again. You sighed gently, watching him go. You were worried; how could you not be? But his fretting over this was for nothing; after all it wouldn’t be forever, Payne would still return to you. And if he needed you to make that decision for him, then you certainly would. You gave him another hour or so alone whilst you set out everything that needed to be done the following day, and chalked up everyone’s schedule. After which you got the house in order for the evening, and, thinking that he’d now had enough time to think, joined Payne back on the porch. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes; he was lying back again, one arm behind his head, smoking a cigar. The glass and bottle next to him filled with a suspicious looking green liquid that you knew he shouldn’t be trusted with. ‘If it’s bad enough for Absinthe, I guess it really IS bad.’ You strolled over, shaking your head slowly; “Boy. Don’t make me decide for you!” He was silent for a moment, blowing smoke into the late evening air; “Wish you could.” You leant against the porch frame, one hand on your hip; “I’ll help you get ready…” Your eyes flicked to him; “I’ve been alone before. I mean I love ya, but I think I can survive.” He shot you a look, “I just don’t think sitting out here with absinthe is really gonna help you think with any clarity!” You grinned, “I have a solution, though.” He sat up again, taking another drag, “Oh yeah?” You gave him a smirk, “Yeah… But you’re gonna have to promise me you’re going to go.” “I could just as easily go back on it.” His head tipped, daring you to do something about that proposal. “Well,” You sauntered around him, dragging your fingertips across his shoulders, “if you don’t want me…” He let out a soft groan, “You know I’ll do it.” “You shouldn’t do it because I think you should either…” You paused, picking up the glass and finishing it for him. Regretting it about 5 seconds later and shuddering; you’d nearly always hated the taste – especially neat. “You should do it because it’s all you’ve ever talked about. Because you dream about it. All I’m trying to encourage you to do is chase your dreams.” Payne tipped his head back, blue eyes searching yours; “You’re still gonna be here right?” “You think I’d leave you? I think you’re much more likely to find someone new in Texas.” He growled, “Are you fucking kidding me-!?” “Just checking!” Though the grin on your face was teasing. He stubbed out the cigar and rolled over onto his front, eyes narrowed; “Is that what you think of me?” You took a step back, with a smirk; “Why don’t you prove to me you won’t?” Payne jumped to his feet and pretty soon had you backed against the front door, hands in your hair and lips on yours; “How dare you suggest such a thing-!?” You simply smiled; “I just wanted to check there was someone to wait for, and tell me all about what happened when he lived his dream…” He shook his head, bringing your lips to his again, before moving his hands to the hem of your shirt; “Well – Let me just prove to you, that there’s something worth waiting for.” ***

Houston, Texas

Payne hated to admit how much this was hurting him. He was living it here in Houston, this was the ‘I made it!’ dream.

He’d been here almost a month now, and the entire crew has flown down with him. He was supposed to be having the time of his life, and he was having the time of his life. These were some of the most gorgeous horses he’d ever been given the opportunity to work with and break. And watching them go from fairly wild to seeing them get calmer, and some of them eventually in the rodeos themselves or out working, was breath-taking, and everyone was impressed. Especially the gentlemen who had hired him. He was getting a lot of exposure; his whole crew were. This felt a lot more like play than work, and Payne didn’t think he’d ever seen them all so happy.

But all he could think about was home; all he could think about was you. Even when he was run off his feet, you were still in the back of his head. He called you every day, and if you didn’t pick up then he’d leave a message - but no matter if he got through to you or not, Payne always ended with “I miss you.” Because he did - and he and you had travelled before, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to this but it felt bigger, it felt longer... it was longer. And there wasn’t a real end in sight. But Payne knew he wanted to go home; even realising his dream wouldn’t stop that feeling - he was a Colorado boy, and the ranch and you would always be home.

Payne knew what was coming, from the way everyone was so delighted at his team’s progress, he knew that they would offer him a job. It was always in the air but never said; it was going to be asked as soon as he was on the brink of leaving, Payne knew. It would be him, and he would say no ‘not without the crew’ then it would be all of them asked, and he would still say ‘no, not without her’, and then they would say it would be fine to move everyone’s families too. But you’d refuse; it was a ranch handed down through generations - back to when the West was first being settled. When outlaws and bounty hunters ruled the land. You weren’t leaving - you’d probably rather leave him than you would that house. And Payne had spent way too long crushing on you, then wooing you, and now being with you to let that happen.

This might be his dream but he was comfortable with you. And all Payne had ever wanted was to be comfortable.

 Tonight was another night at the midnight rodeo, but for the first time since he’d arrived here Payne was skipping out. His phone had vibrated a couple of times when he knew it was due to start but they’d left him alone since then. Instead he was sitting at the desk in his hotel room, looking out over the city. There was a glass of whiskey sitting next to him (absinthe wouldn’t have tasted the same away from home either and it wasn’t exactly a wide spread sold alcohol), yet Payne was a little too absorbed in what he was doing to pay real attention to that either. Calling you was all well and good, but Payne didn’t have a fantastically verbal love language. He didn’t think of things to say in the moment that could express his feelings to you adequately; but he could write it. He could ponder what words sounded right, he could change them all around and make sure that it all flowed. Everything that he somehow couldn’t say out loud, Payne was at least glad that you could read it. It might only have been a postcard, not a real love letter, but it would have to do for now. He could still say everything that he wanted to; and Payne would still end those letters in the same way as he did his calls:

‘I miss you.’

 **

You knew what it was as soon as you opened the mailbox, and dropped everything else inside before sitting up on the paddock fence, yours and his horse grazing in the field behind you, you sat and read. You inhaled - knowing that he would have sprayed it with his cologne, in the same way when on occasion you wrote to him you would cover your notes in perfume - and for a second it felt like he was here, with his arms around you.

At first you were smiling; he was such a sweetheart in the way that he wrote. You knew Payne wasn’t good with words, romantic words, but this was always where he told you he loved you. Letters happened even when he was home, you’d find them all over the house and they would always make you beam; you kept them in a little box and sometimes you’d sit and read them back. It always amazed you how what he wrote may have been different the longer you were together but, what he said stayed the same. He still loved you the same, and you loved him just as much. So soon enough, as you continued to read his postcard, you weren’t just smiling, your heart began to ache and tears threatened to spill. You sniffed and rubbed your eyes, not allowing any to fall, as you did so his horse nudged against your arm and you patted his muzzle with a half-laugh-half-upset exhale; “I know... I know... I miss him too.”

 Payne knew the question was coming. You were going to ask it eventually. You knew he had to work but sometimes too long was too long. And you knew what this meant to him, and that you’d persuaded him to chase it across the country, but you missed him. There was no end date: it wasn’t like he’d be back at the end of the month; the truth was he didn’t know when it would be over. “When are you coming home?” He didn’t want to tell you he didn’t know, but he didn’t. Payne could hear it in your voice though, that you couldn’t take much more uncertainty. And neither could he; it wasn’t about wanting to go home anymore, but needing to. “Baby, I... you know what they’re going to say, they’re gonna wanna keep me on.” “Well they can’t have you.” Your answer was curt. He chuckled “Feisty. I wasn’t gonna leave, I know where my place is.” Your voice was amused though, “Damn right-!” “As you know good work is never done when horses go in and out all the time. I guess the specific group I’ve been working with are nearly fully trained. So, I’ll be home soon. I promise you that, I’m comin’ home-!” “Don’t make me hold you to that-!” He grinned “Ha-! Oh, I won’t-!”  

**

It was a harder conversation than he’d expected. But Payne wasn’t one for giving up, nor negotiating when he wanted something. He very much had a ‘my way or the highway’ attitude, and he wasn’t about to be forced into staying when his work was over. The money he was offered was good – brilliant even – he couldn’t deny that. Yet, Payne knew where home was, and it wasn’t here – even with how much he was loving his time here. He kept firm, and made sure they knew he wasn’t about to be pushed around. The one thing Payne worried about was his reputation; after all he didn’t want this relationship to turn sour. Once he’d left they could use anything to turn the rumour mill: ‘aw, the boy couldn’t hack it.’ That just wasn’t true. But Payne didn’t really trust anyone outside his friends and you; and was always that little bit suspicious. You’d always called it out as an odd trait; especially as he seemed pretty open and friendly towards most people. ‘How else am I supposed to get business and get paid, Y/N!?’ ‘AHHH! So it is for your own ends!?’ Yeah, you probably had it right, but he wasn’t admitting that. Though there was always a reason he kept a decent revolver around. What he did promise was that he could come back periodically for a few days, maybe a few weeks, and continue to work for them. But Payne wouldn’t be contracted here, and he explained as such – he’d built up his, and the ranches, name in Colorado and there he would stay. He had a lot waiting back home – and this would never be home. Even if he could miraculously get you to agree to move. Not that he gave them much of a choice, but they saw the logic in his decision and accepted his offer. He’d really have to talk it out with you first; but Payne was sure you’d not mind too much. Weren’t you always calling him a drifter anyway? The ranch was just a home base. That suggestive way you’d look at him, voice sultry to match your blink and say; “If the sex wasn’t so good you probably wouldn’t even stay, huh, babe?” Payne shook away that thought with a deep exhale, you weren’t the only thing he was missing right now. By the time he got back to his crew from the final meeting and tidy up, they were all already packed away. Everyone had the same notion, they were ready to go, ready to get back to families of their own. Still, Payne knew how much they had loved it here; and far be it from him to hold any of them back. “Before we do all get on a flight tomorrow morning back home, I do wanna say to you how proud I am of how hard you’ve worked. We’ve always been like a little gang of outlaws, and hell if we haven’t shown these Texas rangers a thing or two!” There were plenty of laughs and cheers at that, and Payne grinned, “But, I’m going to give you the choice, and no hard feelings. You can stay if you wanna stay, if you think this is better for you…” He turned to take in his surroundings, “I’m not gonna stop ya.” There was silence amongst them for a minute, and as Payne’s eyes settled back on them he had a horrible feeling they were all about to walk away. Skelly was the first one to scoff; “Payne, ya gotta be kiddin’ man! We ain’t leavin’!” Silas joined in immediately; “Hell yeah, you’re a good man and a good boss and we’re sticking with you the whole way! Fuck these guys, it’s all or nothing with us-! Hell, you’re the one that damn near had us make a pact.” Payne chuckled at that; “Yeah, we were kids back then Silas.” “Well, it still means a lot to us!” Marimacho folded her arms with a smile; “You stick by us and our families. If we ever need anything you and Y/N are there, and if there’s ever something troubling us you’re lenient and understanding. Side note too, but your gal is awesome… We’d miss her too much! No-one gets left behind Payne, you’ve always been about that.” “Here, here!” Kid and Gull followed suit on the other three. He blinked a couple of times, humbled – glad that they wouldn’t turn their backs on something good. Still, he smirked, Payne could count on their loyalty – they were a motley crew for sure, but all great friends. He was glad they’d still take some stupid lines said as teenagers so seriously. He nodded, looking at each of them in turn; “You’re right. No-one gets left behind.” His smirk turned back to a small smile; “So, lets get back to the ones who are waiting for us.” *** He had called you the evening before to say he was leaving. You thought it seemed very sudden, but you supposed Payne would rather make sure, and head home than promise you something and find out he couldn’t keep it. He’d also let you know they were getting on the plane, and now you knew he was on his way back you couldn’t have been more excited. So, as soon as you heard his truck, you couldn’t help grinning. It was an all too familiar sound; and not just to you. Seemingly every horse in the stables knew too; his and yours racing to the top end of the paddock, and the dogs were also in chorus. You chuckled to yourself; “Daddy’s home.” Washing and wiping your hands quickly on a towel from where you’d been working, you ran to the door as you heard his truck pull up. By the time you’d opened it and run onto the porch, he’d already leapt from the vehicle and was walking over. Payne stood at the bottom step, presenting himself, grinning at he looked up at you; “Honey, I’m home!” You shook your head at him but, too overcome with joy to care about him being cheesy, you leapt off the porch and into his arms. “God, I missed you so much… I missed you so, so much!!” You cried blissfully as he held you tight to his chest. Payne understood that notion all too well; he’d spend the entire flight thinking about how he couldn’t wait to hold and kiss you again. And now here he was, and you were in his embrace; “I know…” He kissed your hair, before you shifted to capture his lips, arms tangling around his neck. It was a hard kiss, and long, very nearly taking both your breaths away. You smiled, stealing another, “You’ll have to tell me everything.” “Didn’t I already?” He smirked, not letting you leave his lips – oh, you knew exactly how the rest of this day was gonna go. “Uhm, I think I said when you came back, you had to tell me all about how you lived your dreams!” “Ahhh… You won’t even give me 2 seconds to say hello to my lady?” “I think you made your intentions for your lady perfectly clear…” You grazed your lips to his once again, “I may say she has done the same.” You tipped your head, with a raised eyebrow, “Mayhaps she has, but who are you gonna listen to first – the kids are whining.” You didn’t need to point that out, he could already hear that the animals were glad he was back. He pulled you in closer, voice lowering, “The kids can hush, mom and dad are talking…” smirking whilst kissing you again, “How well can they have been looked after, if they’re cryin’ for me?” “Of excitement, actually. They just missed you as much me!” “Uh huh, how about my coat, you look after that?” You laughed, “No-one is wearing a coat like that in this weather.” He made a face, “Okay, ‘cept you. Crazy man.” “Ha!” This time it was Payne laughing hard, and his hands ran down your body. You smirked running your hands from behind his neck across his broad shoulders to study his shirt, before chuckling. Emblazoned on the front were six photographs of form fitting jeans, with the caption ‘A Cowboys Best Assets’. The shirt itself hugged close to his chest and left your partner easy on the eye; not that he wasn’t already, of course. “Well, damn. That shirt’s not wrong… I like it.” Besides he was wearing a pair of those jeans himself right now. “Oh really? Thought you might.” “Mhm…” You tangled your fingers in it, and pulled him into yet another kiss. “But I’d like it and your best assets on the floor of our bedroom right now.” You removed his hat from his head and placed it on your own, with a wink. He didn’t need telling twice, hoisting you from the floor as you wound your legs around his waist; “Oh, yes m’am.” Payne took the porch steps quickly, and didn’t stop until he had you tangled in bedsheets.

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is this from a Tumblr post? I feel like it is... Might need to find it out there and credit back

Thank you for reading my lovelies! 😘😘😘  You know I love this enough to continue it, right? 😉

[jinned]

BTS React- You surprise them and take them out on a date

-”really?” he says with a cute blush

-does that shy smile

-asks what he should wear and asks about the setting environment

-he moans and whines but in reality he’s really excited that you decided to surprise him

-he’s not used to being spoiled so when you take him to an old music shop you found, he’s over the moon

-you watch happily as he bounces from bin to bin, picking up different CD’s and admiring the artwork

-he’ll grab your wrist and lead you over to some great finds he found, telling you all about the artist’s history and how much they’ve influenced his own work

-when you go to check out, he stammers as you pull out your own wallet and buy everything he picked out

-”Y/N. You didn’t have to do that. Just taking me here was enough!”

-you laugh and hand the bag of goodies over to him, a big, bright smile on your face. “I’m spoiling you today.”

-you sit in the parking lot for a good 15 minutes, Namjoon not allowing you to drive yet until he picks the perfect CD to show you

-once the PERFECT album has been selected, Namjoon loses himself, excitingly gushing about certain lyric meanings

-when you get home he rushes to his studio and proudly displays his new finds on his music shelf

-we all know Jin loves his food

-so it’s no surprise that you go on a lot of restaurant dates

-he loved showing you his new finds and gorging out with you, taking cute couple pics with your dishes

-so when you got the idea to take him to this new food cart area, you were almost buzzing with excitement

-when he got home from work on Friday night you were already ready to go

-”Y/N,” he groans, drawing out your name. “I just walked in. Let me get settled.”

-”Nope!” You beam. “Get changed. We’re going out!”

-It’s obvious he’s very tired, but he smiles and does as he’s told

-the air is crisp as you step outside your home. you grab Jin's hand and skip beside him

-Jin looks at you fondly before joining you in your joyous skipping

-when you get to the food carts, the sky is darkening and the street lights are just starting to turn on

-"what is this place?" Seokjin wonders in amazement

-"there's about fifteen different food carts here. and I'm here to buy whatever you want."

-"is this why you purposefully didn't pack my lunch today?"

-"bingo"

-"you're the best!" he kisses your cheek and runs off, ping ponging from cart to cart

-it's easy for Yoongi to get caught up in the little things in life

-you'd wake up in the middle of the night to find him sitting up, wringing his hands in his lap, clearly mulling over something that was bugging him

-all you could really do in those moments is rub soothing circles across his back, hoping to rub some of the worries away

-having had a particularly sleepless week, you decided that it's time to surprise him with a little getaway

-you spent the whole morning preparing a picnic with his favorite sandwiches, snacks, and juice

-when Yoongi wakes up, you tell him to get ready

-sleepily, he nods his head and gets in the shower

-while he's showering, you go into your bedroom and get his clothes ready for him

-"thank you, y/n." he kisses your temple as he gets dressed, his movements slow

-once in the car, you steal a few glances at your boyfriend

-he has his hand hanging out the car window, letting the wind carry it, his head bops to the beat of the music playing softly through the radio, completely lost in his own world

-you find a place to park and gather up the picnic basket and blanket from the trunk

-"here, let me take that." Yoongi reaches out and grabs the basket from your arms while you remain with the blanket

-you smile as he takes your hand, you leading the way to a favorite spot you both share

-the spot is in the grass by a grand willow tree foreseeing a large pond

-the sun is shining but it's not too hot thanks to the gentle breeze blowing against your backs

-you lay out the blanket and Yoongi wordlessly sits down with the basket and opens it

-watching him fondly, you see him smile while looking down at the contents

-"this is all for me?" he looks at you with a shy grin

-"of course! I wanted to spend the day with you. I've been kind of worried about you."

-Yoongi scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your back, pulling your head against his shoulder. he rests his head on top of yours and rubs small circles against your arm

-"thank you," he mutters

-you spend the rest of the day enjoying the picnic you've prepared and watch the ducks swim around in the pond

-one week

-one entire week your air conditioner has been out

-in the middle of summer of course

-it has made both you and Hoseok miserable

-so much so that you've been picking fights with one another

-you're at work on friday in the nice cool ac, finally able to think straight when you realize how ridiculous you've both been

-you tried to think of a way to make it up to your boyfriend

-looking over at your coworkers desk and seeing a particular object made by their kid gave you a brilliant idea

-after work you rushed to the nearest store

-when you open the door to your home you can't even try to hold back your groan as you're hit with a wave of heat

-it's colder outside than it is inside and it didn't matter if you had the windows open or not

-the musky humid smell in the air is enough to make you want to turn back around and sleep in your office

-you adjust your grip on your grocery bags and stand firm with your idea and lock the door behind you

-"I'm home!" you yell into the house

-moving to the living room, you set down your grocery bags and take out a few items

-"what are you doing?" Hoseok sighs and looks at you

-"filling the coffee table. sit"

-he wordlessly complies and watches as you continue to take different snacks from ramen to raspberries to sour gummy worms to sour cream and onion pringles 

-after the table is set, you walk over to the ac unit and, with a smug smirk on your face, you turn on the air conditioning

-”whoa!” Hoseok baffles as he looks around the room, feeling the cool air being pumped into the room

-”I got us snacks, a working air conditioner, and some colored pencils. I figured we can have a stay at home date and enjoy our newly operating ac.”

-Hoseok smiles widely, eagerly searching for the colored pencils while you put in a movie

-Jimin had been working extra hard lately, leaving no room to lounge and rest

-and knowing him, he won’t stop until his body gives out on him

-the beginnings of fall have quickly arrived and walking outside in the chilly air has proven to be rather....unpleasant

-but on your way home, you walk past a new shop that has opened up 

-and ding ding ding LIGHTBULB

-Jimin comes home after a long day of practice and flings himself on the couch

-he looks utterly exhausted and it pains you to see him work himself this hard

-you’re sitting on the chair by the window pretending to read

-”so,” you say, nonchalantly turning an unread page. “I talked with your manager...”

-”yeah?” Jimin calls out, unmoving

-”he told me that you can have tomorrow off.” you smile as his head pops up quickly, his eyebrows raised high with disbelief

-”and I have a surprise for yooouu.” you sing and close your book, making your way towards him to leave a kiss on his forehead

-the next day Jimin is practically bouncing circles around you, begging for you to tell him what the surprise is

-”here it is!” you exclaim with outstretched arms towards the shop you saw yesterday

-”a...massage...parlour?” 

-”let’s go. our appointments are in five minutes.”

-as you lay on the table, face pointed towards your boyfriend, you smile as he shuts his eyes, the white towel covering his butt leaving the rest of his body exposed

-but you quickly shake those thoughts out of your mind. this is about getting Jimin to relax

-well...you can get him to relax in that way LATER

-you know he would never come get a massage on his own and honestly? who would turn down a couples massage

-you watch with delight as the masseuse rubs out the knots in his back, soft moans of relief leaving his lips

-you have the best boyfriend in the world

-one who caters to you, listens to you, and is always looking for ways to spoil you

-so you wanted to surprise him with your own thought out date!

-it’s a bright and sunny morning and you wake up buzzing, totally amped to take your cute ass boyfriend on a cute ass date to the zoo

-Taehyung speeds to get ready when you tell him what you’re doing today and the drive to the zoo is filled with loud singing and random dances in the car

-after you’re in the zoo, you give Taehyung some money

-and before you can tell him it’s for food and snacks for the day, maybe even a cute t shirt

-he bee lines it for the gift shop

-not even five minutes later he comes out with this big ol stuffed gorilla that’s almost as big as you are

-”HIS NAME IS HARAMTAE!”

-you just laugh and take Taehyung’s hand while he lugs the gorilla under his other arm

-throughout the rest of the date you take lots of pics with Haramtae and make silly faces at the animals

-it’s a day Taehyung talks about for a long time

-life seems to have been getting to Jungkook lately

-he constantly feels like he can’t do anything right

-and that weight has been getting heavier and heavier

-it’s been a while since the two of you have gone out and had a date night and you knew the basic dinner and movie scene wasn’t going to play out well during these times

-he needs to laugh and to have fun. judgeless fun

-you go to the bank and get as many nickels as you can before getting weird looks from the bank teller

-and you run out of the bank with your ziplock bags of nickels like the real goblin you are

-then you text your boyfriend where to meet you

-you wait anxiously by the front door until you see Jungkook stagger in, hands tucked deeply into his pockets

-a small smile breaks out as he sees you and then he looks around more

-”a nickel arcade?” he chuckles and shakes his head

-”person with the least amount of tickets buys dinner!”

-you throw a ziplock bag at him and rush off to find the easiest game that’ll give you the most tickets

-after a short period of time, a genuine smile is permanently painted on Jungkook’s face as the two of you run around the arcade like mad men, tickets flying over your shoulders and shouting back banter to one another

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

♡𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡

© do not copy, modify, translate, or repost. Jinitude 9/23/19

[juleswolverton-hyde]

It’s November, but I still want you part 3

Genre: Drama, romance, smut (eventually), werewolf AU, art school AU

Pairing: Artist!Jimin / Werewolf!Jimin x Reader

Warning: Mention of mating and knotting, toxic relationships

Summary: A first love is always bittersweet, but this time it is perchance the hardest pill to swallow. Especially when the aftermath can still be felt years after.

In the month of November.

Author’s Note: I sincerely apologize for the long period of waiting for this fanfic to finally update or announce it is discontinued. However, as you can see, the latter does, fortunately, not apply. Henceforth, I would like to say this fic is still up and running with this chapter likely being the second-to-last one. It is time to wrap up some old projects.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (yet to be written)

Masterlist

Two autumns without sketching the falling dying leaves together, three winters without sharing warm beverages in the usual spot in the same coffee shop every day, three springs eyes beheld the fall of cherry blossom without him and three summers passed with so much as a word.

Ever since the young artist left, nobody closely connected to him has seen the lad. Classes went by unattended, fingers nervously and softly ticking a pencil against the table surface in the exact spot that would have formed the workspace of the one who walked away for the safety of the heart it hurt. However, what was not given a thought at the time, was that the flight inflicted more harm than when everything had been as of old and the night we first laid down as lovers remained cloaked in silence.

Stayed our forbidden fruit.

Even during graduation, the raven-haired creator was not there to celebrate the end of endless study hours stained with paint, charcoal and cramped digits. Not even the six guys with whom a group of brothers was formed had the knowledge concerning the whereabouts of the wolf boy. Nevertheless, something had tainted sincerity for the older ones’ attitude stirred up a deep-rooted sense of suspicion within, but it could also have meant nothing at all. Regardless of the truth, they tried to remain in contact and lighten the mood as much as possible, elevating the gloom left behind by the dear friend turned lover turned... away.

Limits were pushed too much, the warnings and pleads should have been heeded but the mind was too naive to notice the danger lurking beneath the mask of a familiar face, skin flushed with the anticipation to have fingertips grab it tightly and possessively by the small hands that had held even smaller ones throughout many sleepless nights. The animalistic behaviour that needed to be repressed was foolishly underestimated, leading us to ruin.

Jimin has never had to carry the blame for the situation because the mistake is entirely that of the individual who thought to be able to handle what clearly could not be. The mirror shows the reminder of devastating stubbornness daily, still adorning the neck in the form of two pieces of jewellery. The gift that has become the last physical memory of a beautiful moment in life. One thin bronze chain with a crescent moon pendant made of the same metal hanging from it and one chain that is a tad longer and made of a mixture between silver and gold with a handcrafted wolf pendant crafted from tiger's eye matrix.

Only once have they been forgotten, when it was the youngest among the broken band of comrades - Jungkook - who held a soul devoid of love and craving it so badly it gripped the first source of simulacrum tightly to have a taste of it again. The morning brought the shame of having used the sweet guy’s hidden sentiments portrayed by gentle kisses and careful movements between the thighs wrapped around a slim waist after coming undone twice before even starting in earnest. The whined and panted ‘I love you’s were already a vague memory when the sun rose over haphazard sheets partially concealing a thoroughly dishevelled dark bedhead and back engraved with scratches that likely caused more pain than pleasure. Nevertheless, perchance it is because of the guilt of having played a sick game with genuine emotions that the decision to stay by the youth’s side was made.

Eventually, the self-loathing blame turned to a non-sustainable yet believable form of affection reserved for lovers. Almost akin to what was only temporarily had with Jimin.

Until he, too, walked away for the same reasons.

Funny.

History repeats itself.

But not today after finding a pamphlet for an art exhibition near the marketing office where a fortunate job as a graphic designer was picked up soon after graduation, the grand opening of which is tonight. Normally, similar events would have been evaded since too many bodies occupy a space which cannot possibly handle them all at once and the gallery visited at a later date when the hype has died down enough to allow for calmly enjoying the art. However, the default course of action does not form an option in this case due to the artist presenting his piece of art.

Because it is the work of an old friend who gave two beautiful necklaces as a gift a long time ago.

A refugee lover who bound a reckless girl to him with the jewellery.

An onyx wolf to whom an apology is in order and the guilt more than justified.

Park Jimin.

The low heels of ballerinas click on the marble linoleum floor of the bare brick space after finding a sign outside pointing towards the entrance of the grand creative event, eyes wavering to the sides to observe the sketches of faceless women while also frantically searching for the grand master himself. Shreds of murmured conversation compose a rumbling radiating flood when entering the edifice, making the discovery of the wanted man that much more difficult since a familiar voice could not possibly be recognized in this chaotic mess of speakers.

The quest is halted when the gaze wanders to the side entirely, the attention of the panicked thoughts about coming in vain and being rejected from the beginning of the conversation suddenly focusing on a grand featureless portrait. To any other person, it might signify the blank canvas an individual essentially forms, smithing yet another temporary identity to go by until it loses its beauty like its predecessors and repeating the process each time. Withal, the shape of the face is undeniable and cannot be unseen as its familiarity is unavoidable.

Self-hatred, unintended hurt, past mistakes and various trips of guilt are depicted in the simple though meaningful drawing.

It is mine.

My face.

‘It’s the biggest piece of the collection. I wanted to give this person an expression yet couldn’t because I didn’t know what it should look like. Hence, I settled for this.’ The casual tone betrays not knowing who the listener is or the artist is beating around the bush because he, too, cannot handle the strangeness of the circumstances caused by a mayhaps unwelcome visitor in the way it perhaps should be.

‘Your lines are still off.’ A slim index finger points to the traced shape of the jaw, indicating inherently nothing although the turn to bad humour somehow seems a logical direction to take in the situation. Just as it has always been since it functions as a shield against overwhelming emotions. An old habit rooted in days gone by which dies hard, as those kinds of things tend to do. ‘I thought you’d gotten better at drawing by now, Park Jimin.’

‘Y/N.’ The manner of speech indicates having recognized the admirer far before the conversation even started, relieved delight mixed with agonized graveness.

The scars still hurt.

The fumbling digits reaching out brush against those of the individual who remains focused on the image in front. Eventually, they entwine with those that had to be let go after fully committing to the steadfast faith of being a wolf, but after more hesitation upon noticing the awkward gesture than had ever been the case in the past. ‘Can you look at me?’

‘I’m sorry, Chim. For everything. I push- pushed you too far.’ The burning tears slowly begin to create small brooks over the cheeks, the unoccupied hand wiping them away as the other tries to free itself in order to make an escape. A plan that already comes too late. ‘I shou- shouldn’t even be here. I have to go.’

But the fingers of the once intimately loved beloved remain strongly wrapped around the others, their counterparts coming to rest where frantic digits endeavoured to stop the water, thumb gently continuing the attempts with affectionate sweeps. Gazes meet by means of forceful albeit kind-hearted compelling, the palm on the face of an unworthy mistress turning the head to do so and fulfil the earlier disregarded request. ‘That’s not how you apologize to someone, Y/N. You’re raised knowing better.’

Jimin has changed, not only on the inside - if there has been no help in the form of therapy to drive the insane beast out - but on the outside as well. Onyx has made place for pale sandstone which resembles limestone if the light falls on it in a specific angle, paint-stained shirts and jeans are replaced by a stylish nightly black outfit of which the shirt lights up in the purplish lilac shades of twilight whenever it is illuminated directly. Of course, this style has merely been chosen to conform to the formality of the event, though there is a suspicion former characteristic clothes and their sentiments have been abandoned aside from the casual ones that were often worn during a happening like this back in college.

The past has clearly been endeavoured to be erased.

Good.

I was not the only one trying.

Nonetheless, the most obvious physical change makes eyes widen in astonishment due to the uncharacteristic feature.

Purple flowing over in sickly yellow on cheekbones, a scar marring the left side of a sympathetic expression as full lips speak so kindly in spite of the immense wrongdoing three years ago, the bottom split in the middle by a healing scarlet wound.

Hurt.

Actual clear signs of pain.

Afraid of the impact that may or may not still be felt, two small hands - the left one slipping easily from the grip weakened by oddly loving renewed feelings - languidly rise to remove those framing a face the artist idiotically seems to adore still and trace the trail of inflicted harm with a slightly opened mouth. ‘What happened?’

A spark lights up the warm dark brown gaze of the lad who was thought never to even kill a fly, moved by the concern and showing this by the tiniest hasty smile. ‘It’s alright, Y/N. Just...’ Lashes flutter shut as the gesture is leaned into, briefly forgetting whatever coverup is created to not ignite any type of worry akin to the sort that has been tainting living in general since the first and last bittersweet night together. ‘Just business... nothing... serious.’

A warm teardrop slides down the wrist enveloped by the fingers which were good-naturedly removed, the narrow surface of skin snuggled against regardless of the barely audible pained whines the motions evoke. Teeth lightly grazing over the surface, just tangible enough to send shivers down the spine in a paradoxical mixture of pleasure and worry about the wolfish behaviour that essentially drove us apart. Furthermore, what circumstances could have asked for bodily harm, form the root for obvious pain? ‘Jimin, what’s going on? Talk to me.’

You never fought, bodily nor verbally. Did you get beat up? What happened to you? On the other hand, we both changed and know nothing anymore. Notwithstanding, just tell me. Tell me what caused this, what took place and of which the visible aftermath is so damn painful to witness without knowing the background.

The soft kiss on the pulse evokes a hitched breath, astonished by the blatant display of wishing for intimacy once more even though it brought nothing but misfortune in the past. ‘I still want you. I wish... I wish you could stay.’ The last word is a mere whisper, only audible to the ears of the listener and the speaker in the ocean of murmurs. ‘Stay with me, be mine again.’

More tears roll down the smooth skin of the forearm before watery solemn dark irises quickly turn from the former point of focus to two staring in wonder when the wrist manages to slip from the novel fairly firm hold, having made use of the temporary weak spot caused by sadness. Fast as lightning hands pull the artist into a tight embrace at seeing a quivering pillowy bottom lip, determined to keep the sobs dimmed as much as possible and to not lose face to any potential buyers or investors.

‘Don’t cry, Chim. You’re not at fault, never have been. You were right to walk away and I’m not even mad at you for doing it. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.’ Kindly, bleak sandy locks are affectionately stroked while nuzzling the old lover’s warm neck, growing drowsy, no, getting hypnotized by the heat radiating from the body still built like a dancer’s and the musky alluring scent containing hints of turpentine and summer flowers. ‘As I said, I pushed you too much and should’ve listened. But I didn’t. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.’

The hug tightens, star-crossed lovers holding on to one another as if the only way to stay afloat in the turbulent sea of life is by clinging to the buoy in the shape of the other beloved.

And just for a split second, all seems well. Exactly like the old days, filled with hope for a future together.

However, the girl who ruined everything might as well drown in spite of the lifeline because the blonde lad lets go too soon, arms untangling and keeping the adored soul at bay by creating a new distance with shaking hands, just enough not to touch directly. The voice has gained a ghastly tone, speaking as if this time the farewell is permanent. ‘Let’s agree to disagree.’

A foot sweeps uncertainly over the alabaster marbled linoleum, acting as if removing a stain on it as locked gazes are briefly broken up while a hand combs through the strands that were lovingly caressed a split second ago. Withal, like is the case with the entire body, they shortly find each other again afterwards. ‘I really wish we could have a second chance, Y/N.’

‘If- If you want, we can still-’

A solitary head shake cuts off the desperate argument that was about to be given, nullifying every spark of hope which had collected and started a grand bright foolish fire within. ‘We can’t. You’re better off without me. Vice versa it’s not the case, but even though I still long for you, I know that a part of loving you comes with sacrifice and the desire for you to be happy.’

‘I was with you! In fact, I was the most cheery whenever we went out to the park to draw the flowers in the flowerbed or to the coffee shop. The most restful nights were those when you were lying beside me. Now, all that remains of those beautiful moments are these.’ Fingers clearly display the thin bronze chain with a crescent moon pendant and one that is a tad longer and made of a mixture between silver and gold with a tiger's eye matrix wolf pendant. ‘A daily reminder of what we had. Of you.’

A melancholic grin carves itself onto full plush roseate lips, an almost invisible nod acknowledging the meaning behind the jewellery which clearly does not add any convincing nor credible reason to change a stubborn mind set on its own opinion. ‘You still have them. I’m glad because I thought you’d have thrown them away. Or, if not you... never mind, I don’t want to think about that.’

‘Think about what? Jimin, you’re not making any sense. The last time you spoke in riddles, there was clearly something going on.’ The old Self awakens, having pushed aside the pathetic contemporary ego out of the overwhelming determination to not let things remain unresolved upon being compelled to part ways like before. To leave behind loose ends. ‘At least honestly tell me if everything is alright this time. Or just the reason for why you look like you fought a war and lost. Anything. Don’t send me away without a proper goodbye, fill up the distance with making this fucking lingering concern about you I’ve been living with for the past three years a heavier burden than it already is. Yes, I understand you don’t want me by your side anymore. But, I beg of you, grant me this last favour.’

‘I never said that, that I don’t want you by my side anymore so don’t put words in my mouth. Besides, if I did I wouldn’t wish for you to be mine again, would I? I can’t tell you what happened when I was gone, merely that it has to do with what caused our goodbye in the first place. As for the wounds, it’s nothing to be worried about. I’m fine.’ Hands mould into trembling fists, the emitted heat turning to menacing rage.

The made point is justified because the used wording which is reacted to never had any valid worth, to begin with. Rashness can push one’s own opinion despite the nullifications which are or are not already present, making the individual solely focused on their hellbent desire to drive their own beliefs through.

The realization of this calms the raging storm within, knowing that more yelling and arguing will lead nowhere. Instead, a deep steadying breath is taken and a new attempt at making amends undertaken. ‘Chim...’

A careful step forward is rewarded with a petrifying glance, feet immediately stuck in the place of the last retraced track. Stare wavers for a moment to the spot which was nuzzled against and kissed longingly, imagining what could have happened had the gesture advanced. Memories of the first and last night as more than friends resurface.

Even the worst event is no longer regarded in a negative light, a hidden absurd persona craving for it to happen again.

Get knotted, feel him again.

He is not a senseless beast, but a caring young man. Why do I long for that side of him, thinking in such terms? Furthermore, how did I get so carried away by just hugging? That’s never happened.

Nevertheless, the contemplating train of thoughts inherently boils down to the same wanton wish.

To be his.

‘Go.’

Simply have him back.

Resume our tale.

‘Please-’

We can work this out. We can get you help. Therapy. You’re not an animal, Jimin. You don’t have to hold back because of it. Come back. Come back to me.

‘Go!’ The command is growled like a wolf grown sick with the obligation to wait for a dumb opposing party to leave and giving a warning shot that any further provocation has consequences. The sternness rapidly fades, softening into sweet stained nostalgia when realizing what the hurtful impact of the chosen attitude is. ‘Go, Y/N. Just go. It’s better for us. For you. I have nothing to offer, nothing to be better than the man you belong to.’

‘I belong to nobody. I’m my own person.’ It is weird to hear the statement of essentially being some individual’s property being said with so much certainty when the speaker initially was the one to say a person should never be subject to another. ‘That’s what we artists are, independent and stubbornly liberated.’

A weak bubbly chuckle, no extravagant motions that express amusement as per habit. Instead, composure portrays not wanting this outcome to the circumstances either and come closer to make resume making amends as intended by the graphic designer who was once a free-spirited artist like him, continue where the mutual story abruptly ended. Yet, behaviour obviously gives away that the alternate route is not possible if it ever has been. ‘Goodbye.’

End of the line.

Don’t. Don’t do this, you bastard!

But the tongue is rendered silent, paralyzed with grieving shock and the ability to speak abandons the mute girl with the leaving footsteps of a sandstone wolf clad in black like the starry night sky.

The same heaven above a lonely head wandering the street again after leaving the gallery, fighting to tune out the repeating material of the emotional conversation while low heels click against the concrete. Regardless, the words are resonating as if freshly spoken and fingers have the remnants of touches by other ones clearly engraved in muscle memory.

But they have to take a moment to remember the hand grabbing them now for, although more recent than Jimin’s, it seems a longer period of time has passed since it was held by this particular one. Even longer so for the voice accompanying it, containing a strange sort of confidence that would have been quite uncharacteristic up until last January. ‘He left you again, didn’t he?’

Raven locks partially shroud feverish yet trusted doe eyes above a cute nose, a paradoxical bunny-like smile playing on pale pink lips seemingly belonging to a predator. But the person in front after accidentally bumping into them after being pulled flush against a well-trained chest is known to be better than that, never having had the aura of cunning dominance. Henceforth, looking down is the kind gentle boy with the scratched back who disappeared because of the reasons another had already given three years prior.

But Time has the ability to evoke a transformation in every aspect of and being in existence and it forms the cause for this grown-up version of a shy comic artist whose creative persona is a pink muscly rabbit. Although all former anticipating illusions are forever erased by the reflection, it is still a grand comfort to see a familiar face which holds the credible promise of staying. Thus, there is a glad surrender to the intoxicating heat scented with a delicious potion of peppermint, blue ink, markers, lily and jasmine.

To the hands framing the face perfectly and body pressing against one drunk on the temporary happiness offered by the situation.

To Jungkook.

[xuhoon]

paper roses

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author’s note: its fluff, i will add links later :)

The night of your birthday, Minghao decided to take you to a nice restaurant close to the ocean. You sat outside and enjoyed the ocean waves before the sun dipped below them. It was a quiet evening, as you talked about anything and everything. As much as you two enjoyed your dinner, Minghao was itching to get home so he could give you his gifts.

You open the door to his apartment to find a glass vase full of paper roses on the dining room table. A pink ribbon tied them together

“These are for you. It’s a dozen origami roses. I folded sheets of paper with lyrics to the songs in my playlist for you. Yeah… I made you a playlist. These are twelve songs that make me think of you. Happy birthday, honey.”

“Minghao, they’re so well done. I couldn’t even come close to this perfection!”

“Thank you, I tried my best. You told me not to spoil you just yet, so I only spent money on our dinner. I wanted to be creative with your gift, while still showing the meaning. Did I do a good job?”

“Hao, you did wonderful. Thank you. I…” You began to tear up, choking on your words. “I don’t want to cry, but…” Hao laughed and wiped your tears away. “You mean so much to me. I can’t wait to listen to the playlist you made me. Can we listen to it together?”

“We can listen to it on the drive to your place.” He pulled you close, holding you for a long while before bending down to give you a kiss. “Happy Birthday, my darling girl.”

--

Instead of taking the bus to and from school, Hao now did all the driving. It took less time than the bus and you appreciated the kind gesture from your boy. You both had classes spread through the week, but Tuesday’s and Thursday’s were when you spent most time together. Some days you would attend dance class to watch your beau’s gorgeous sweat, other days you’d use the extra hours to study or watch YouTube videos. Occasionally, and this being rare, you’d cuddle up with a hoodie and sleep in the backseat of Hao’s car. He’ll crack the windows, kiss your forehead, and call you after dance when it was time to head over to class. The rest of October and November went on like this, with dates piling up every weekend.

Dates with Hao included the occasional cuddle session back at his apartment just like that first day. But, you also loved to go out together to malls for shopping where his fashionista side thrived, parks where you walked around hand in hand enjoying nature, and other fun date spots. Hao was also taking photography, so his most recent assignment was of you at the Aquarium with deep blue’s surrounding your silhouette. Hao asked you to be his girlfriend that day, as he fell deeper and deeper with his new muse. On November 7th, you two went to Disneyland to celebrate your combined birthdays.

You spent the night at Minghao and Junhui’s shared apartment more frequently than you’d like to admit. It felt so right to be there, even if it had only been a few months since you two started dating. Things were still pretty fresh and comfortable, so neither of you were complaining. As December finally arrived, snuggling in was more appropriate for the cold weather.

“Y/N!” Minghao yelled from the kitchen, “CAN YOU COME HERE?”

You got up and made your way to the sound of Minghao dropping things. “What up?”

“Can you grab the rice wine vinegar from the cabinet?” He struggled to hold all of the ingredients in his hand, refusing to put anything down.

“Hao, I can’t reach it.”

“Oh, you’re so cute and small honey,” finally putting down things, Minghao released the contents of his arms onto the counter letting everything roll wherever it wanted to.

Struggling to reach the rice wine vinegar, even on your tippy toes, you suddenly feel your feet leave the ground as Minghao snakes his arms around your waist to lift you up.

“You could’ve just grabbed it yourself. Or, alternatively, you could’ve put your ingredients down before accumulating too many in your hands causing you to drop the soy sauce. It broke, Hao. There’s broken glass on the floor. You also dropped the sesame seeds, thank fuck that’s plastic,” you kept going, “Junhui! Can you bring the broom?”

Instead of putting you down, Hao shifts his grip and swings you around to hold you princess style. Before you could protest, he says, “I’m protecting my princess from the glass she spoke about.”

“What’s all this for, anyway, sweetie?” Smiling sweetly, you notice Minghao has also pulled out other various ingredients that would be common in ramen.

Putting you down, Minghao says, “I wanted to make ramen for us, but I seem to have spilled the soy sauce. All of it. On the floor.”

“So, this is what you’ve been doing while I was writing?”

“What were you writing about anyways?” Hao bent down with some paper towels to clean the mess. As you handed him a damp one, he said, “I’m listening I promise; oh, thank you that’s probably smart to start with.”

“It’s a research paper on circumbinary star systems and their planets, but I more talked about its role in pop culture.”

“Babe, that’s really cool, can I read it?”

“Maybe after dinner. Do we need soy sauce?”

“Yes! Yes, to both of those.”

Junhui helped sweep up the broken glass into the trashcan and offered to drive to the store to buy more soy sauce while Minghao continued to cook dinner for the three of us.

“Y/n, why don’t you go with me? You can pick out ice cream for our movie tonight.”

“Have we decided on a movie to watch yet?” You responded with as the two of you walked out the door to Minghao’s car. “Okay, wait, Minghao lets you drive his car?”

“I think he trusts me more than himself to drive.” Junhui smirked and tossed the keys into the air, grabbing them before they fell back into his hand from gravity. “Come on! Hop in!”

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

mingHOE: babyyy~ be safe with jun and get ben n jerry’s strawberry cheesecake plss

(y/n/n)bunny: have you changed my contact name back from the monstrosity that (y/n/n)bunny is

mingHOE: not unless you change that overused joke and buy me ice cream, and I aint no hoe bb I am loyal to u and only u

(y/n/n)bunny: ok fine but you know that it’s my fave flavor too and I’ll be having most of it

(y/n/n)bunny changed mingHOE’s contact name to secretly a merman

(y/n/n)bunny: better?

secretly a merman: much ;)

(y/n/n)bunny: ok ur turn bb boy

secretly a merman: nope!! I love it, it’s as cute as uuuuu

(y/n/n)bunny: pick a damn movie, asshole

secretly a merman: :O not with that attitude young missy

“Jun, I’m leaving your roommate” You turn to the driver, straight-faced.

“Hahaha, you know he wouldn’t ever change something he’s so proud of. Plus, it sounds like ‘(Y/n/n)-Money’ your street name.”

“That is not my street name, I don’t have a street name!” You hold in giggles, “That makes it worse!”

“Why’d you change his name to ‘secretly a merman’ though?”

“At the aquarium, I swear he was about to transform if any water got on him. When we went to the pier he felt at peace with the waves and zoned out a bit. He likes the sea.”

Jun’s phone buzzed this time. “Can you check that? We’re almost at the market.”

frogboi: she’s so cute

“I don’t need to respond to him.” You smile softly as you slip Jun’s phone back into the cup holder.

junnieboi: Walkin into the market now. I know man. You should use this time to write in your planner before she comes back and you two fall asleep on the couch together, like last time. We’ll be home before you know it.

“Come on Jun! Let’s hurry home!” He puts his phone in his pocket and jogs to meet you inside.

As the two of you snake through the aisles while humming and singing Half Moon, you both laugh and chase after one another to see who gets to the items first. Jun, being athletic, won every time. Your out-of-shape ass was too slow, and you gave up halfway through, still laughing. On your way home, you blasted Monsta X’s new album, singing and laughing the whole way.

“Hao!” You called as Junhui opened the door for the two of you, “We’re home!”

As you turn to put the ice cream in the freezer, you noticed something different about Minghao. “Honey, where… where is your shirt?”

“I took it off when I went to write in my planner.”

“So, it’s your ripped light blue jeans, froggy socks, and your… apron.” You say, eyeing your boyfriend up and down.

“Those froggy socks are so punk, Minghao.” Jun adds.

“You bought them for me for my birthday!” Minghao pouts, and then shows them off.

“You bought Minghao… socks. Really cute frog socks, as if it wasn’t domestic enough.” You bent down to pet the shown off socks.

“Y/n, I promise we aren’t dating in disguise.” Jun leans against the counter.

“I never said that.” Looking up, you meet Minghao’s eyes and the three of you erupt into giggles.

“Dinner anyone?”

After dinner, you and the boys cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie with your bowls filled with ice cream. It was getting pretty late so Jun suggested that we pause the movie and finish it another night, because everyone was yawning frequently. Except, it took a minute for the boys to realize that you had already fallen asleep. Minghao carried you to bed, making you wake up, and you clung tighter to him. You both sleepily changed into pajamas and found your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your faces. As you climb into bed, you notice Hao’s planner out and open to read:

December 3rd: ramen night!! + ice cream and cuddles

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

Bucky, What Sharp Claws You Have!

Summary: The world doesn’t know about all the dark things that live in it. Your boyfriend, Bucky, is included in that sheltered populace. You hide your secret from him and it eats away at you daily, but you don’t want to lose him. You’re a witch; a leader of a large coven, at that. Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky x Witch!Reader Warnings: Language (as always), NSFW, 18+, Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this, ya dumbos) Word Count: ~4,218 A/N: Second in the Monster!Bucky series. May or may not write more depending on the reception.

Masterlist // The Monster Series Collection

You glanced at your watch and sighed.

“Alright, everyone. That’s enough for now. The sun’s coming up,” you said, standing up and stretching at your spot in the front of the room.

The young witches and wizards groaned around you, griping about how they didn’t want to go to bed.

“Please, Miss (Y/L/N)? Just a little while longer?” one of your students asked. His name was Avery and he was inquisitive but polite. His friend, Gabrielle, nodded her head eagerly in agreement with Avery’s sentiment, eyes pleading silently with you.

“We’ll continue tomorrow, I promise. Your potions need time to mature, anyway,” you said as gently as you could. With a wave of your wand you sent a few messages out to the other adult witches and wizards who helped you keep your students in check. “The full moon will make them even more powerful than normal, so it’ll be the perfect time to finish them,” you explained.

You see, you were the leader of a coven of witches and you took in any and all abandoned young people with the gift, teaching them how to control their powers so that they could one day leave your sanctuary and live out in the world.

Of course, not all wanted to leave once they came of age and were competent with their powers. Many chose to stay on and help tutor the younger generations, and your operation had grown so big you knew you needed their help.

To the outside world, you were Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), matron of St. Joseph’s Orphanage in New York City. You used your powers to ensure your coven stayed under the radar, a strategy which had been working for a very, very long time.

Your pupils muttered their displeasure, but eventually began filing out one by one, ushered to their rooms by the staff.

You were in the middle of packing up your books and potion supplies when your friend Anne popped her head in the door.

“He’s here, (Y/N),” she said cheekily, lopsided grin on her face.

Bucky. “He’s early!” you said excitedly, abandoning your things at your desk. You ran out the door past Anne, giving her a hurried thank you before sprinting down the hallway to your room in the faculty wing of the orphanage. You were thankful the kids were already in their rooms, or you were sure they’d be telling you to walk in the halls, like you always told them.

You yanked your phone out of your pocket and sent a hurried text to Bucky, saying you’d be down as soon as you’d changed. You ran inside your room and shut the door a bit too hard, wincing at the sound. At least the kids’ rooms were on the complete opposite side of the building.

It’s alright, Doll. Take your time. I know it’s early. came his response a moment later. You smiled down at your phone, typing a quick response to him.

I haven’t seen you in a week! I’m hurrying. You hit send, quickly stripping off your modest witchy outfit for a modern, casual outfit that would fit in perfectly with everyday people. You did a quick sniff test, making sure the smell of potions, reagents, and magical creatures hadn’t made their way into the fabric. Satisfied that you smelled merely like laundry detergent and dryer sheets, you threw your favorite pair of ankle boots on and ran out of your room, shutting the door firmly behind you.

You ran through the halls as silently as you could and your fellow senior witches gave you knowing smiles as you ran past them. You ignored them, mind singly focused. You bolted down the stairs, spotting him waiting for you in the foyer.

He turned just in time to catch you as you jumped at him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He chuckled and swung you around, clutching you closely to him.

He set you down on your feet gently, but still held you close to himself. “Hey there, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“Welcome back, Bucky,” you beamed, pulling back enough to look into his beautiful blue-grey eyes, which sparkled with happiness the way they only did when he was with you. It made your heart melt.

“Sorry for wakin’ ya, Doll,” he murmured, placing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I asked you to, dummy,” you chastised. “I always wanna see you as soon as you get back, sleep be damned,” you said, smiling widely up at him.

Not to mention you weren’t even asleep to begin with. He doesn’t need to know that, you thought to yourself.

He rolled his eyes at you and gave you a gentle peck on the lips.

“Let’s get coffee and talk about your mission?” you asked him eagerly. You always loved hearing about Bucky’s work with the Avengers. His stories about the Scarlet Witch especially intrigued you.

He chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Think your helpers can manage without ya for a mornin’?” he asked, glancing around the orphanage.

You laughed. “If they can’t I’m firing the lot of them,” you said, grabbing your jacket and scarf from the coat stand by the door. It was getting chilly out now that October was in full swing.

Bucky beat you to the door, opening it for you. Always the gentleman.

You smiled at him, taking his hand once he’d shut the door behind you. “Thank you, kind sir,” you said exaggeratedly.

He grinned at you, bowing deeply, and matched your excessive tone. “Why it was my pleasure, fair lady,” he said cheesily, grinning wolfishly up at you.

You playfully smacked his arm and dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Please, never talk like that ever again!” you pleaded, tears of humor in your eyes.

He joined in your laughter, eyes alight with mirth. “Fine, fine, but only if you agree to never talk like that again, either,” he said, winking at you.

“Deal,” you agreed easily, steering him towards your favorite coffee shop a few blocks over. For a minute or two you enjoyed the chilly October morning together in silence. “Everyone’s alright, I’m guessing?” you asked him quietly, breaking the silence.

“Steve and Sam got a little banged up, but they’ll be fine by tomorrow. Just a few bruises. Natasha got grazed by a bullet, but it wasn’t anythin’ too terrible. Vis and Wanda are just fine,” he told you, squeezing your hand reassuringly when you looked upset that Sam, Steve, and Nat had been hurt.

“But no lasting damage?” you asked, anxious.

“No, no. Nothin’ like that,” he reassured you.

“That’s good,” you said, breath puffing out in the chilly air in front of your face. Bucky opened the door to the coffee shop and you tottered inside quickly, happy to be out of the cold.

“Let me guess, large pumpkin spice latte?” he asked, throwing you an unimpressed look as you took your places in line.

“Ah, you know me so well,” you said playfully, standing up on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. You surprised him by covertly pinching his ass, causing a frankly undignified noise to escape his lips.

He turned and looked at you, eyes wide in surprise, but he was smiling slyly. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your temple, but his lips stayed close to your face. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Doll,” he whispered quietly into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Satisfied by the effect his words had on you, he smirked and ordered your coffees.

The looks he was giving you as you chatted over your coffee were downright sinful and when his hand snuck its way under the table and between your legs you gulped down the rest of your coffee, told him to do the same, and literally dragged him out of the coffee shop and back to the orphanage.

You both snuck in the fire escape, and you surreptitiously nullified your protection wards, not wanting to alert every senior witch in the facility that you were sneaking into your own room. The kids were sure to be asleep by now, but you didn’t want Bucky wondering why the orphanage was seemingly devoid of children. You thanked your stars that you’d installed wards a long time ago to keep kids out of this side of the orphanage, wanting to ensure the privacy of you and your fellow teachers.

Today, those wards would come in handy.

Sure, you’d had sex with Bucky before, but it had always been at the Avenger’s base. Today was sure to be a new adventure.

As soon as you’d shut the window and drawn the curtains he was upon you, hands slipping under your shirt and fingers roaming over your bare skin. You sighed, arching back into him, head tilted back in ecstasy. A quiet gasp escaped your lips as his metal hand pulled aside your bra and pinched one of your nipples, rolling the hard bud between his fingers. You ground your ass into his hips, his erection rubbing insistently against you through layers of fabric.

His lips found their way to your neck and he kissed and sucked hard, almost definitely leaving bruises. You were too turned on to care. His stopping kissing long enough for him to tug your shirt over your head and throw it to the floor before he was back on you. Your hand slipped behind you and deftly between his jeans and boxes. You rubbed his length and he sighed against your neck, obviously enjoying your ministrations. Without warning he tugged your hand out of his pants and spun you around. He claimed your lips a second later, taking your breath away with the intensity. He lifted you as though you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands held you firmly in place by your ass, squeezing it enticingly. You tangled your fingers in his hair as your kiss deepened, tongues tangling together messily. You hadn’t realized he’d walked over to the bed until you were suddenly falling backwards onto it, your small squeak of surprise swallowed by his kiss.

He broke the kiss and looked down at you as he crawled over you, eyeing you like a cat eyes a canary. Your heart beat with anticipation. Bucky had always been passionate, but this was an entirely new side. It excited you, making your heart race in your chest.

His lips glued themselves to your neck, sucking another love bite into it before they worked their way down your chest, lingering on your collarbone for a moment while his fingers skillfully unclasped your bra. He tossed it to the side where it laid, forgotten, as he moved down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your back arched into him and you couldn’t help the moan that left your lips. “Bucky!” you whispered, biting your lip to hold back your moans. His right hand toyed with the other one, rolling it between his fingers before pinching it just hard enough to make you mewl with pleasure.

You mourned the loss of his lips on your breasts, but his fingers worked at your pants button and zipper, promising greater pleasure. He pulled them off of you quickly and tossed them to the floor.

His hands ran along your skin, all the way from your ankles to your face, which he cupped gently in his hands before kissing you deeply. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair. “I’m so lucky; you’re all mine,” he whispered, biting your earlobe gently.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him down on top of you. You moaned as his erection pressed against your folds. “I love you so damn much, but if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll never forgive you,” you growled, releasing him from your legs so he could get undressed.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, winking. He slipped his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. His pants and boxers joined it a moment later and you were able to enjoy the best view in the entire world: Bucky Barnes, completely naked.

Your hand slipped down between your legs at the sight, the anticipation of what was coming too much for you to want to wait.

“Naughty girl. Who said you could do that?” he asked coyly as he pulled your hand easily away from your sopping core. You whimpered, needing friction. “Now you’re going to have to beg for my cock,” he murmured, eyes flashing dangerously and you tried to arch into him, to no avail. “Pick a number between one and five, sweetheart,” he whispered, lips ghosting against your ear.

“Three,” you mumbled, playing his game. He was in charge here, after all (for now).

“Good choice,” he murmured, moving once again to take a nipple into your mouth.

You didn’t have very long to wait before you discovered what his question had meant.

Two metal fingers teased your folds and you shivered, a moan involuntarily leaving your lips. The contrast of your hot core with his cold metal was delicious. You barely had time to think before they entered you, stretching you out perfectly. You moaned his name, writhing under his practiced hands, but... you only counted two.

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and brought them to his lips. You watched in anticipation as he brought them to his mouth and sucked your juices off, his chest rumbling with a deep groan at the taste. What you hadn’t been expecting was him to also suck in his pinky, covering it in his saliva. You definitely weren’t expecting his hand to return down between your legs, two fingers returning to your wet heat while his pinky probed at your ass.

He looked up at you, blue eyes asking an unspoken question and you nodded your assent, fingers tangled in his hair.

You willed yourself to relax and you were glad you did because a second later his finger was gently pushing past the ring of muscle and into your ass. You squirmed in discomfort and he must have noticed because he moved down and attached his mouth to your throbbing clit and ran his tongue around it in agonizingly slow circles.

You moaned loudly at the sudden sensation and he began to move his fingers in and out of you in unison. After you’d adjusted you realized you loved the feeling; so full and hot.

“Bucky, fuck, I’m not gonna-” your walls fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm approached. Just as you were about to fall over the edge he pulled his fingers out and his lips came off your clit with a lewd, wet pop.

Your hands immediately went between your legs to try and get yourself over that edge, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head. “Told you I’d make you beg for being naughty, Doll,” he murmured, leaning down to take a nipple between his teeth.

Your back arched as he pulled at it, whimper leaving your mouth. “Please, Bucky, I need you!” you pleaded, unable to even rub your legs to help relieve the tension there, as he was planted firmly between them.

“You can do better than that, baby,” he muttered, moving to your other nipple.

“Please, Bucky! I’m all yours and I need you so badly, baby. I’ve been bad but I want to make you feel so good,” you begged, eyes locked onto his.

He smirked, satisfied, and suddenly the world spun around you. When it righted itself you were on your hands and knees and Bucky was behind you, lining himself up at your entrance.

His head parted your folds and you sighed happily at the feeling. A second later he was pushing into you, and you nearly came right then and there. He gave you only a couple seconds to adjust to his size before he started moving. It was slow and sensual at first, but as the both of you neared your orgasms, he picked up speed and his pace became erratic.

“Oh god, Bucky. I’m gonna-” your fingers flew to your clit and began rubbing circles into them, needing your release.

“Me too, baby,” he grunted as his fingers tangled in the ends of your hair. He gave it a sharp yank and just like that you were coming undone under him.

“Bucky, oh god, Bucky!” you gasped, burying your face in your pillow so your moans were muffled. Your walls fluttered around his cock, sending him over the edge, too. Your body trembled with the power of your orgasm, your pussy milking him for everything was worth. His hips snapped into yours one last time and suddenly the world was still as the two of you caught your breath.

He pulled out of you after a moment and collapsed next to you on the bed. You smiled at him, tucking yourself up against him, and pulled his face to yours for a kiss. “I love you, Bucky,” you murmured, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

His sweet smile nearly melted your heart. “I love you too, (Y/N),” he said as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“What do you say to a nap?” you asked, eyes drooping closed a little bit. You hadn’t slept for a while and it was catching up with you.

“I like the sound of that. That mission took a lot out of me,” he murmured, pulling a blanket over your still-naked bodies.

“And this didn’t?” you asked, popping one eye open to stare at him accusingly.

“Oh, this did. But this is actually enjoyable,” he said, winking slyly at you.

You snorted and smiled. “You’re a dork. Go to sleep and we can go for round two when we wake up,” you promised, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Deal,” he agreed, smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms.

You weren’t sure what woke you up, exactly. It may have been the eerie quiet in your room, your internal clock, or the fact that Bucky wasn’t lying next to you. You felt around for him but the bed was cold, and it wasn’t that big to begin with. Bucky definitely wasn’t there.

You were about to get up and look for him when a low, animalistic growl made your blood freeze in your veins.

Slowly, so slowly, you turned your head towards the source and you nearly screamed. There, in your room, just a few feet away, was a werewolf. It stood nearly eight feet tall, walking on two legs. It was covered in dark brown hair, and had the face of a wolf. It was a monstrous combination of man and wolf; As cunning as a man and as bloodthirsty and fast as a feral wolf.

You could see out of the corner of your eye that it was night. It was the full moon.

But that didn’t explain how one had gotten in your room. Or why.

And where was Bucky? You panicked for a split second, but there wasn’t enough blood in the room for it to have taken Bucky on and you definitely would have heard the fight.

You had a gun with silver bullets in your bedside table, but... you definitely weren’t faster than a werewolf.

All of these thoughts passed through your mind in a split second. It was only after a second of staring at the wolf, petrified, that you noticed its left arm. It matched the other perfectly except that it glinted in the moonlight, scattering the dim light around the room. Metal. Your gaze snapped to its eyes and your heart plummeted to somewhere around your feet.

They were his eyes. Your Bucky’s. The steel blue you’d know anywhere.

How did this happen? Why him? How did you not notice the signs? 

Those were all questions you didn’t have answers to and answering them would take time you didn’t have.

You had to think if you wanted to make it out of this alive. It seemed like it was still confused enough from the transformation that it hadn’t determined what to do with you yet.

You had a chance, slim as it was. You used your powers to make your books in your bookcase fly off their shelves. Its attention snapped to the noise and movement and you dived, wrenching open the cabinet and grabbed the gun inside.

The wind was knocked out of you as the wolf pinned you to the bed under its massive weight. Your eyes widened in fear is its face inched closer to yours, its hot breath in your face.

“Please, Buck. Don’t make me do this,” you whispered desperately as you held the gun to its rib cage. The shot wouldn’t kill it, but it’d incapacitate it enough to put one through its heart.

To your surprise and confusion, a whine left its maw, low and mournful. Your finger on the trigger hesitated and you looked into its eyes. They were studying you closely, and you could tell a war was going on behind them as man fought beast for control.

“... Bucky?” you asked, unsure. You’d only heard of very old werewolves controlling their shifted form. New wolves never had the discipline or know-how.

Blue eyes stared back at you and you tensed as his muzzle lowered to your neck. Your finger tensed on the trigger, but you didn’t pull it. If you were wrong, though, you were going to be dead in a few seconds. 

He sniffed at your neck and you watched as his eyes dilated. The two of you sat there for a moment, frozen, before he slowly got up off of you and retreated to the other side of the room, eyes never leaving yours.

“Is it really you, Buck?” you whispered, but his enhanced hearing didn’t have trouble picking up your words.

He nodded almost imperceptibly, clawed hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“Is this the first time you’ve transformed?” you asked hesitantly.

He tilted his head at you. Confusion? Did he even had any idea what was happening to him?

“Do you know what’s going on right now?” you asked, breathless.

When he shook his head slowly your heart broke.

You let out deep sigh, raising the gun slowly, showing it to him clearly. He tensed, eyes flicking between you and the gun, an involuntary snarl on his lips.

The sound frightened you to your core, but you slowly laid it down on the floor and kicked it under the bed.

He looked up at you, head tilted in confusion again.

“I’m going to explain everything to you, alright? I’ll have to do it again once you’re back to normal tomorrow morning. You probably won’t remember most of this,” you said quietly.

He gave a single nod of understanding.

And so you explained it all. You were a witch, he was a werewolf, though you explained you had no idea how he got infected. He’d clawed at a spot on his right arm and you knew you’d have to get the full story later. You told him all about your world, the world he’d just been forced into. When you’d shown him his appearance in the mirror he’d dropped it and it shattered into minuscule pieces.

After you’d finished cleaning it up you sat down in front of him. He’d sat down some time ago, unwilling to stand while his life fell apart around him. Again.

You inched forward slowly, placing a hand gently on his once you were close enough to reach.

“It’s going to be alright, Bucky. I promise, it’ll be alright,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Both of your gazes snapped to the window as the first rays of light broke over the horizon, filling the room with their glow. You watched as fur began receding, claws turned to nails, his face lost its long snout, and he seemed to shrink by about two feet, taking up much less space than he did a moment ago.

Bucky sat in front of you, naked, and completely and utterly shocked to his core. He looked at his hands, studying them closely, then to the scar on his right arm, just below his bicep. Finally, his gaze snapped to you and you nearly started crying at the look in his eyes. He remembered everything.

This was a man who’d been through hell... but the world wasn’t done with him yet. They just had to throw another curve ball his way.

Wordlessly, he threw himself at you, arms wrapping around you, silent sobs racking his body. You shushed him, whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and stroked his hair gently. “It’s alright, Bucky. I love you. It’s going to be alright.”

When he looked into your eyes and saw the love there, he almost believed it. Maybe one day he would believe it completely.

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