#thank you guys so much for 14 800+! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

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Pairing: CollegeStudent!Taeyang x CollegeStudent!@sepguuu

Word count: 2461 words (long af to compensate the wait 😌)

Warnings: angstish (?)

Genre: fluff, angstish, enemies to lovers

Plot: After your bestfriend betrayed you by making you confess your feelings to your crush and get humillated by everyone, you swore you would never talk to him. But years after a boy with a username quite cute appears in your contact list of the trendy app everyone is recently using to communicate and meet people. Will you be able to keep your promise when you find out who that boy is?

DISCLAIMER: TEXT IN PINK IS A MEMORY

A/N: First of all I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO DAMN LONG 🙏🙏 I really hope y'all like it and specially that @sepguuu likes it and enjoys it to the full ❤❤ thank you so much for waiting 💙

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“What is so interesting that you can’t keep your phone away lately?” Your best friend asked as you both finished your lunch before heading to the last class of the day and week. “Oh it’s nothing.” You answered expressionless, throwing your phone back into your bag after sending one last message. “I can’t believe you’re 24/7 glued to that phone if there’s nothing making you do that.” She answered as you both stood up and headed out of the cafe to go back to class. She knew you quite well and when it came to hiding stuff from her, you hated the fact that she could perfectly read you like an open book. Especially if it was boys and love related. Some people may wonder what is so special about that one app you installed a few months ago to chat with people. But the reality was that you found a boy in there that would gladly listen to your ramblings at the end of the day and somehow it became a stress reliever to talk with that unknown boy. And the funniest thing of the whole situation was that in the very beginning you just installed the app so you could talk with other people about it since it became pretty popular against the students of your college and the colleges around the neighborhood you lived in. 

You both walked down the crowded halls of the college, walking as fast as you could so you wouldn’t be late to the last class of the week. “Look at your bestie.” Your friend said, pointing at a tall, brown haired boy. “Don’t you dare to call him my bestie again.” You said as you passed next to the boy and rolled your eyes without looking at him. “I really can’t believe you guys are still mad at each other for something that happened 14 years ago.” Your best friend said as you both finally entered the room where the class was about to take place. She was kind of right, being mad at him because of something he did 14 years ago was kind of childish. But you weren’t mad at him because of what he did but because until now, he hasn’t apologized to you for what he did.”I swore I wouldn’t be the first one saying sorry.” You said as you both took your usual seats and as you unpacked your stuff ready to start the class. “Come on, it is Yoo Taeyang who we’re talking about. There’s no way you will be the last one to say sorry.” Your friend added right before the teacher entered the class, creating a deathly silence in the room and not letting your friend explain herself for what she said. 

You lowkey hated him, but not to the point to think he was a bad person or the kind of person to never apologize for their mistakes. But her words definitely kept ghosting your mind for the whole class and even some part of the evening. Why would she think he was that kind of person? Were you that blinded by your anger that you couldn’t see how prideful Yoo Taeyang was?

**

“I promise it’ll be okay and that he’ll love it!” Taeyang said as he tried to help you with the last details of the flower bouquet he suggested you gifted that boy you’ve been having a crush on for the last 3 years. “Okay… I guess I’ll have to trust you.” You said, worry written all over your face. You didn’t want to be rejected or humiliated by that boy. You didn’t even know how Taeyang managed to convince you to do all of this to confess your feelings to that boy. But you guessed you just trusted him because after all he was your best friend. And even though he wasn’t the boy’s best friend, he was pretty close to him so Taeyang definitely knew more things about him than you would ever know. 

**

“I hate you!! How could you do this to me?? You knew how important this was to me!!” You shouted, breaking the flower bouquet into Taeyang’s chest as tears ran down your cheeks like a waterfall. You couldn’t believe he made you get all excited about being brave enough to confess your feelings to later on find out he just plotted everything so the boy you had a crush on hated you and rejected you. “I will never in my life regret anything I did.” He said, pretty convinced of doing what’s correct. “He wasn’t a good choice for you.” Taeyang added, making you feel more and more angry. “That’s not your decision!! Stop acting like you were my mom or someone that is important to me! You’re absolutely nobody!!” You said full of anger. Maybe your words were poisoned by your anger and maybe you would regret saying those things to your best friend. But it was all you could say. It was all that came out of your mouth at that moment. “Say sorry for what you just said.” Taeyang was clearly hurt by your hurting words. “I swear to God I will never be the first one to say sorry. Not anymore.” You said with a fierce voice and walked away as soon as you finished your sentence. 

**

The alarm on your phone woke you up from that terrible dream of remembering your past with Taeyang. Your heart rate was fast and you felt pretty mad at the stupid memory of what happened between both of you and the main reason why you both don’t talk to each other nowadays. 

The moment you got out of bed and noticed it was weekend, a small and weak smile creeped on your lips as you walked down the stairs to make you some breakfast before you laid on the couch to binge some of your favorite series that you couldn’t watch during the week due to all the amount of works and assignments you had to do for college. 

You were about to take the first bite of your breakfast when your phone lit up with a notification. As soon as you saw the notification you knew you had to drop your toast and answer the message immediately. It was a message from the boy you met in that meeting app. You couldn’t believe you were willing to talk to a stranger on a meeting app from the very beginning of the day but here you are, sitting on your pajamas in the kitchen counter with a pair of toasts and a coffee getting cold and answering messages of that anonymous boy. The only thing you knew about his identity was that he lived in the same city as you and that he attended the same college as you. But seeing his username being “sun_boy” you couldn’t really figure out if you knew him or not. 

**

**

It definitely felt more surrealistic now that he asked you to meet him in person for the first time. You didn’t really know if it was a good idea to go and meet that boy in person. After all, you didn’t know his identity and seeing the news these days didn’t help either. But you had to admit you were pretty curious about the identity of that sun_boy user and to see if you could also fall in love with his looks apart from falling for his great personality. 

An hour went by and you were finally doing some quick tweaks to your outfit and make-up before going out to meet with the boy. The evening was chilly despite the fact of getting closer to the summer vacations and the sky was tinted with a beautiful palette of roses and purples mixed with oranges and yellows, characteristic of a beautiful evening of a summer day. You felt extremely and surprisingly excited about meeting the boy that has been the main reason for your smiles lately and, to be honest, the option of him being a weirdo wanting to hurt you was not a viable option in your mind. You were way too confident of him being a nice person that you couldn't picture him doing something bad to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons why people kidnapped others, because of the excess of confidence but you were too immersed in the thought of finally meeting the boy that made your heart race like a teenager to question yourself about possible bad things that could happen that night.

As soon as you were getting closer to the cafe where you agreed to meet with that “sun_boy”, you spotted your worst nightmare sitting on one of the tables alone. Why is he here alone? Why does he always have to appear in the most nice moments of my life? You questioned yourself as you kept walking towards the cafe, trying your best to look at him in a discreet way but deep inside you, you perfectly knew you were straight staring at him. 

You decided to ignore the brown haired boy and head inside the cafe to wait for your date. “(Y/N).” You heard Taeyang saying before you could even open the door that separated the cozy insides of the cafe and the chilly outsides of the said building. “I don’t have time for your bullshit Taeyang.” You said, opening the door and not making any eye contact with him. “I’m sun_boy.” Taeyang said with a quiet thread of voice. You couldn’t hear him and when he noticed you didn’t hear or pretended not to hear what he said, he repeated his words a bit louder. The moment you heard his confession, your blood froze in place, not letting you move your muscles. You didn’t know if he was joking or if he was right, but you couldn’t help being shocked by his sudden confession. “Stop lying with stuff like that… It’s not funny anymore.” You said, turning around to finally meet his gaze. “How would I know you were talking to someone called like that on a private and anonymous app? Don’t you see that’s impossible and quite stupid?” He said letting out a nervous and sarcastic laugh. He was right. It was impossible that he knew that you used that app and that you were texting with someone with that username. “I told you to come here because I want to talk with you, in person, not hiding ourselves behind a screen.” He said, standing up from his seat and walking towards you. He begged. He begged for you to hear what he wanted to tell you. But you didn’t want to hear any of his excuses anymore. You didn’t want to go through what you had to go through 14 years ago again. But the moment he mentioned he just wanted to give you a good reason why he has been doing all of that and give you a proper apology, everything started to change.

“I know I did something terrible… I really know that and trust me, I hate myself for what I did.” He started to say, without being able to lock his eyes with yours. “You did all of that because you wanted, nobody made you do it.” You said, also avoiding his gaze. You were done trying to believe that he did what he did just because he didn’t know what he was doing. But at this point, 14 years later, you knew that it was just an excuse you built yourself to not believe your best friend betrayed you like that. “Maybe you don’t believe me with what I’m going to say, or maybe you will never forgive me if I tell you the truth. But at this point I couldn’t handle the situation anymore.” Taeyang said. You frowned, looking at him confused. “I like you… And I always have… When all of the crush thing happened I was just jealous that you would like someone else instead of me. So I wanted to keep you away from them. I know I was stupid and pretty immature but when I grew and noticed the monumental mistake I made, it was too late to tell you that I was sorry. You didn’t talk to me anymore and you avoided my presence everytime I approached you.” He started to explain. You were speechless and shocked. “And then everyone started to use the tlk2me app… And I thought it would be a good idea to create a profile and see if I could contact you there.” He finally confessed. You couldn’t believe you have been deceived again by him just because he wasn’t brave enough to tell you the truth and facing the cruel reality. “Why is everything a lie in our friendship?” You quietly asked, a few tears threatening to escape your eyes. “You could have just told me from the very beginning that you liked me and nothing of this would have happened…” You said, tears finally filling up your eyes. 

You also liked him since the very beginning, you also wanted to be with him since the very beginning but because of the lack of confidence in him to express his feelings you thought he just wanted to be your best friend and so you moved on. It hurts you to leave your best friend behind. It hurts you that you had to leave behind your very first crush. But the worst thing was that he never apologized to you and that made you feel like he really never cared about you. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)... I really am.” He said, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew the moment his eyes would meet yours he would shatter into pieces. **

2 months later… “I can’t believe after all you guys are living happily ever after.” Your best friend said, rolling her eyes at the sight of you and Taeyang holding hands as the three of you headed to get an ice cream to celebrate the summer vacations. “Those happily ever after don't exist.” You said, rolling your eyes, refusing to think about your new relationship with Taeyang to be part of those cheesy fairytales. “Not happily ever afters but maybe destiny does exist.” Taeyang said, winking down at you and drawing a soft smile on your lips. You had to admit he was kind of right. You guys went through a lot, but in the end, you're together again. “It’s like a code lock and the code. If they’re apart they can’t work but if they’re matched together they're perfect.” Taeyang added, making you and your best friend laugh. “We’re like a Love Code lock.” He finally said, pecking your left cheek.

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THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 800 FOLLOWERS🥺🥳

i cant believe 800 like reading my silly little stories i write, it really means the world to me. i started writing on this app when i was 14 and i never thought i’d make it this far, this community means so much to me.

thank you guys so so much, i love you all🤍🤍

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12/14/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Acts 27 - 28

Today is the 14th day of December . I’m Jill. Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. so good to be here with you, as it is every day. and we are winding our way to the finish line of reading the Bible in chronological order. Another year, pretty exciting, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Here we are today to stay in this present moment, to Center ourselves around the word of God so Jesus. finishing the book of Acts today acts chapters 27 and 28, and this week we're reading the Voice Translation, Acts chapter 27. 

Prayer

Today, as we have taken this time to Center ourselves around your word, and allow your word to speak to us, give eyes to see to the Blind, and give ears to hear to the deaf. open our hearts to receive all that you have for us this day and every day. and we pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen. 

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Community Prayer Line

This is Dorothy Jean Brown and will be known as my joy from now on, giving thanks and glory to the Harden family for such a wonderful platform. It is my joy to be a part of such a wonderful program. and it is a blessing to have the Harden family give the reading every day and then explain it, and to hear so many wonderful world prayer Partners praying for so many wonderful people. God bless you and may he keep you in perfect peace. I love you and how much joy it is my joy to love one another. 

Hello my wonderful day 11 of 2023 you guys I am sick with a cold and Trayvon is asking me to swear in as a group tomorrow Into the Navy. you guys please pray for Trayvon and these others, I think it's four more people that's going as well. Please pray to God to surround them with angels' wisdom guidance and they will do good and they will all just get along and they all will become best friends. they're all from Mississippi and they want to pair them together for when they left the house. so I'm happy that you guys my baby journey is about to begin. I don't know what I'm going to do, but you guys thank you for all your prayers. I love you guys have a great day cuz this is covered in his blood. 

This is Victoria Soldier just calling to pray for some of the DABbers. I was good to hear from Standing on the Promises. it's good to hear your voice. also sending on the promises and I just wanted to pray for some of the people. I want to pray for the young man who's been out of prison for about 25 years and is having some challenges and coping with the changes of life. I will pray for him and his family. I want to pray for the marriages the young men and young men and women are going through in their marriages and they are having challenges that they can't seem to come together. on I'm asking for God to be in the midst of that of that marriage and there's no families of those who lost their loved ones who lost their precious father and of your precious mother and even those who are going through with missing their children and being separated from their children I'm asking for God too too to come in and bless and make their Christmas marriage in the then bring families together during the holidays that they can share a thought we want another or love for that exit you have your way in the name of Jesus I thank you so much for Standing on the Promises in mentioning my name is just good to know that that people miss you when they don't hear your voice We asked you for life in favor and to bless you people everywhere and nobody will give you the glory in the mighty name of Jesus have a good day Deborah love you all bye-bye 

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Replaying Heroes of Might and Magic 2

So I got the flu a couple of weeks back, and as I sit there trying to fill my days with Youtube, I stumble across this one talking about fheroes2, an open source recreation of Heroes of Might and Magic 2:

Heroes 2 is a game I got for Christmas of 1996. I was 14 and had just gotten a new PC and internet 10 days prior. Heroes 2 was a game that meant so much for me the next couple of years. On its own it was a great strategy game, but it also helped me bond with my friends over a game of Hot Seat. Me and my best friend were playing this game for thousands of hours the next years, until Heroes 3 came out. I also joined with the Heroes community on IRC (Undernet) as the first English speaking internet community I ever was a part of. I don't have contact with any of those people anymore, but it was some good times. I also remember spending half a year finishing the campaigns of the original game, and never beating the campaigns of the expansion pack, Price of Loyalty. Well, I decided to give the campaigns a try.

First I did the Evil campaign, which was surprisingly easy. I still remembered how to cheese the final map by carrying over an army from the previous mission, though Roland went a bit heavy on summoning elementals, so it was still a tight battle.

Good campaign next. Nothing too hard, but final map turned out to be an even bigger puzzle, as Archibald had too big of an army for me to beat when I got there. I ended up having to recruit a hero with navigation skills to get me there quicker, which was just enough for me to be able to capture the castle without taking the map the long tired way.

Price of Loyalty expansion pack next, I started with the titular campaign, which turned out to be easier than anticipated. At least until the very final map, which now, thanks to an improved AI who have learned to combine troops and use Dimension Door, kept taking all my cities with 800 bone dragons after just two weeks. Unwinnable? Seemingly... so I unfortunately gave up, and went on to the next one...

Voyage Home was a much quicker and dare I say easy campaign, with only 4 maps (final one being two alternate versions of the same, and you can only play one). I went the evil path and managed to win quick and easy. This one was alot of fun, possibly my favorite one!

Descendants next, another long campaign, and while certainly not as easy as Voyage Home, it wasn't too much of a challenge either. The final map had a lot of hide-and-seek gameplay with tough heroes, but the thing with Heroes is, once the snowball rolls in either direction, it's very hard to stop, so if you play aggressive from the start, winning is just a matter of time.

Now, the next campaign was called Wizard's Isle, the second of the Mini Campaigns, and this was so much fun! I can't even remember anything from the first couple of maps. They were fine and cool, but the final one was an adventure on a different level! I even had to restart it because I got wiped after 3 weeks on my first try, by a teleporting hero with a stack of doom. Familiar? Turns out, on my second go, that never happened, because it seems like the spells the enemy starts with, is randomized. Dimension Door just lets you teleport all over, and its perhaps the most broken spell in the game - at least in the early game. Had I just been unlucky on the previous campaign Price of Loyalty? I had to give it another go!

Turns out I had been somewhat unlucky, though at the very end of the map here, the bad guy still had Dimension Door, he just never left his home turf! And with a stack of almost 2000 Bone Dragons against my 100 Titans, I never had a chance. He would just catch up with me and murder me. I town portaled away and was just about to give up, when he escaped his homelands in a boat, and went straight towards my main city. I panicked, knew I had one shot at this. So I sent my main guy back there, avoiding his hero. Landed, took his towns. And as he was about to return, I put a guy on the teleporter, blocking him off. The strip of land is just far enough away for Dimension Door to not work, so he went back into the ship to head towards my main town. But as I moved the guy from the teleporter, he disembarked again. The AI was stuck in a loop! I kept moving the guy into the teleporter, then back, a couple of turns, until finally, I won!

Can I recommend Heroes 2? Absolutely! The fheroes2 recreation requires the original game(which is available on GoG if you don't have the CDs), it has smooth HD graphcis and some QoL improvements, like creature managements and quick combat. The game has aged gracefully, and in my opinion looks better than Heroes 3 does, thanks to the hand drawn colorful 2D graphics. Its a timeless and fun strategy game that triggers that "one more turn" feel, and while the expansion pack suffers from some balancing issues (like the final campaign map being much more difficult than intended), the base game is still a solid experience!

It kept me entertained during 3 weeks of the flu!

[blueberry-pride]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do Leona angst to fluff with a fem reader for the 100 followers event? Thank you!💜

LEONA X FEM!READER

Berry: *screeches* you have no idea how much I wanted to write for this lion man TvT thank you so much for the request <3 There wasn't really much to go on so I did my best with all the creative freedom I was given XD enjoy everyone~!

warning: cursing, angst

100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL (FEB 14-28, 2022)

'Why did you like him?'

That was the thought going through your mind at least once a day, most especially when you saw a glimpse of his green eyes. Out of all the eccentric and colorful cast of students that is Night Raven College, you had your eyes set on probably the most difficult person to have a crush on.

"For this final project you are all assigned partners so whomever you're paired up with, stick with it" Professor Trein instructed. Tired groans and remarks about his announcement were heard all over the classroom with the occasional meows from the professor's familiar.

"If you and your partner scored perfect marks in this final project, a percentage of that score will be added to your final exams," Trein noted which got a lot of the student's head up.

"Once I announce the pair, go to an area in the room and plan your project, if I see you two slacking off...well I suppose an 800 worded essay must be more suited to your tastes?" Numerous heads bobbed up and down in a disciplined manner as some crossed their fingers for a lucky matchup.

"Felmier, you're paired up with Hunt."

"Asim, you're paired up with Shroud"

"Trappola, you're paired up with Schoenheit"

After almost everyone was called, your heart dropped.

"(L/N), you're paired up with Kingscholar"

You never thought your head would shoot up fast enough but now you do. Whispers then soon erupted from the announcement while you hear starts hammering at your chest.

"I forgot Leona-senpai is also in this class." You heard from your left.

"Of course, he's not even here for the announcement." Another spoke at the back.

"Typical of him..." A guy scoffed beside you. You looked around and sure enough, there's no lion beastman insight. Though a part of you was glad so he couldn't see how 'excited' you are at this moment.

Professor Trein clicked his tongue and shook his head, he motioned you to come forward to his front desk and spoke in a hushed tone as the others were already chatting away with their partner.

"I deeply apologize for your...partner but please fetch Mr. Kingscholar at once and tell him of the final project" He sighed as he starts petting Lucius. "He's most likely at the botanical garden."

That's where you found yourself at. Though, unlike last time, you are much warier of where your footsteps land in fear that one mistake could end up in stepping in someone's tail...again. As you were walking, you thought that maybe being more assertive and determined once you approach the lion man would work, He's part of a dorm that respects tenacity after all.

"What brings you here herbivore?" You whipped your head to the voice behind you and saw Leona laying comfortably on the grass. He yawned and blinked his sleepy green eyes as he observes your next move. "Uh..." You cleared your throat, your voice determined. "You skipped Professor Trein's class and he announced a project that'll be with partners-"

"So let me guess... you're my partner huh?" He cuts off, his facial expression was all the more the same from the often times you've passed by him in the hallways. Not a care in the world in those unamused eyes of his.

you nodded confidently. "A-and not to worry, I've already had a rough idea for the project, it's simple enough that it won't take long...I can come by your dorm when I'm halfway done.'

I waited for a while as he thinks to himself, his tail swishing lazily from side to side in the green grass. "That won't be enough to prove to that professor I'm working my ass off, Let's meet up every after school, maybe you have a mistake that you couldn't spot before." Leona leaned against a trunk of a tree as he looked straight into your eyes which made your heart jolt. "S-sounds like a plan!" You smiled at him.

For the next few weeks, Leona actually kept his word. You'd meet up after his magift practice, after classes where he even insisted on coming to your dorm instead of his! You'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't make your heart flutter a bit at all the gestures. Especially when he paid for all of the materials you guys needed for the project. Not to mention the times he ordered take-out when you two worked for hours on end on the damn project.

"Congratulations Miss (L/N) and Kingscholar, you are among the very few who got full marks!" Professor Trein smiled as he crossed his arms. Lucius meowed in a higher tone in response, to which you scratched his head in response.

"I'll go tell Leona the news then, thank you again, professor." You excitedly nod as you jogged out of the class to find your 'partner'.

"Leona?"

"Leonaaa..?"

"I have some good news..!" Your voice faltered at the end. Your eyes swished left and right to try and find the lion beastman within the main part of the botanical garden, but nothing. "Could he be...in class?" You frowned a bit as you decided to try again next time. You guess today you'll celebrate with your friends instead.

The next day

"Hey, Ruggie have you seen Leona? I wanted to give him this meat burger as thanks for the project." You asked the hyena beastman.

"Sorry (Y/N), y'know how Leona-san is, if the guy doesn't wanna be found, he won't budge." Ruggie shrugged with a frown.

the third day

"Leonaaaa?" Your voice echoed through the botanical garden. You frowned again, your heart aching as you walked around the place but after fifteen minutes of searching. Nothing.

the fifth day

"Jack, have you seen Leona anywhere?" You asked the tall man beside you in class.

"Sorry no...Leona's a recluse as you can already tel-"

"Howl, (L/N), save that conversation after the lecture." Professor Crewel scolded which was followed by the sound of his beating stick.

the seventh day

"maybe I should just...leave him alone for a while..." You said to yourselves. You nodded to yourself as you sat in the usual spot you and Leona used to hang out with when making the project.

"Did he just use me?" You whispered to yourself.

For the past few days, you hung your head low, sure you were hanging out with your other friends, doing other school work but you couldn't help but hear whispers as you still waited...and waited in the same spot in the botanical garden.

"Hey is that (Y/N)? What's going on with her?"

"I don't know man, she's just.. sitting there in the garden"

"Could she be waiting for someone?"

The twelfth day

You were tired, and its making you sick

You sat on your usual spot in the botanical garden in silence, during this time you managed to do your homework on your own and accidentally fell asleep a couple of times. But on this day, as you look at the flowers and plants that decorated this place, you crumpled the grass under your palms and stood up.

You're done waiting

Maybe you just needed to move on

Maybe that was all he sees you as, just partners

But why does it hurt so much when it makes so much sense?

You briskly walked back to your dorm outside and decided to take a shortcut through the sports field.

"Oi Ruggie, watch your left!" A familiar voice barked out.

Your head whipped to the sound and low and behold He's right there. Leona stood in the distance, both of his hands lay on his hips as he scanned the rest of the club members. As he did so, he accidentally locked eyes with yours for a second. He stood there frozen but luckily enough, his saving grace was the sound of Coach Vargas' whistle.

"Alright, boys! do your stretches before you head to the showers." Coach's voice boomed as he slapped some of the guy's back. "Got to have those muscles ready for next training!" He let out a hearty chuckle. Since you got distracted by the coach's words, when you look back at Leona, he was already gone.

You shook your head in anger, "That's it..." stomping angrily towards Savanaclaw. You didn't think that this plan would work but you were too angry to stop now. You wanted answers. Shouts and complaints were heard as you entered Savanaclaw dorm, curious and annoyed of your presence and they only increase in volume as you made a bee-line towards Leona's room.

"(Y/N)-san! WAIT." Ruggie tried to hold on to your shoulder but you dodged it and finally went inside Leona's bedroom. Once you were inside, you locked the door behind you.

You were in the lion's den now

"Leona!" You called out. In the midst of your anger, you heard the sound of a shower turn off. "just a sec." He finally replied. You sighed in relief as you hold onto your arms as you waited for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he came in with a towel over his hair, dressed up in his dorm clothes.

"Why did you ignore me? I've been looking for you!" You yelled. "I went to the botanical garden, your classroom, your dorm but I didn't see shit from you!"

"We passed the project didn't we? So I don't really see a reason for you to still come find me." He said nonchalantly.

"I've asked Ruggie, Jack, Epel, hell I was even tempted to ask Rook!" you noted, getting closer to him.

"If this was about the final project, I already know we passed. With my help, it's quite obvious we'd get full marks" His eyes peered into you. "So what else could you possibly need my attention for?"

"Oh I don't know...maybe to hangout with you!? to chat with you? for fuck's sake, are you so in denial that a person just wanted to spend time with you just cuz?" You blurted out. Leona blinked a couple of times in surprise and then sat on the edge of his bed. He had a stern face as he say the next few words. "Because I was nice to you, you think you owe me some of your company." It wasn't even a question that irked you so much.

"Maybe because you were really nice and tolerable during our project-"

"First off, It was because we were assigned partners, 2nd, Professor Trein would yank my ears off so I needed the marks and have him off my back, and third...you're a determined woman, and you know what you're doing. I respected that so I followed suit without question." He cut off. You stood there frozen, lips quivering.

"And last thing..." Leona stood up once more, walking towards you with a boring expression. "Why go through all this trouble to 'hangout' with me when you know perfectly well what would happen."

"And what would that be?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"You're no idiot, remember when I've used people? I get whatever I want, whenever I want no matter what or who is in my way..." He gets closer to you. "Do you really wanna be involved in that? I'm already giving you a chance to distance yourself from me, yet you're so stubborn. What makes you think I'm so special? Because I treated you with nicely? herbivore, if you're like that you're going to get fucked over a million times." He let out a dry laugh.

"You're too good of a person to accompany someone with the likes of me, so what makes you think I'm so special?" He's face inches away from you, his eyes flared in anger, you stepped aback in response as your heart hammering in your chest.

"B-Because.." You stammered, your head drifted down to the floor.

"Yeah...Thought as much." He nodded and was about to get to bed when you finally spoke up.

"Because I think you're worth it..." You gulped.

"Worth it? what do you mean I'm 'worth it'? Are you the one who gets to decide whose worth it and who isn't?" He snarled.

"Then just hear me out, despite what you said, despite the walls you put up, despite the anger you have for yourself...for your...past" You gulped. "You're good, you are capable of having a good kind of change Leona." You nodded to yourself. "And just like you said, I'm stubborn and I'm proud of that...so there's nothing you can do to change my opinion of you." You smiled, looking up into his green eyes. He was silent for a while, his expression changing from annoyed to... something soft.

He sighed as he pats your head. "I can never understand you herbivore..." Leona looked at you with a small smile which made you chuckle. "Maybe if you hang out with me more, you can." You smiled again at Leona.

"It's going to be one long ass journey then so be prepared." He said. You smiled at him, your heart settling down when you take all of his features in with the afternoon sun bringing out the highlights in those summer green eyes of his. "I know."

Once a day, Out of all the eccentric and colorful cast of students that is Night Raven College, you had your eyes set on probably the most difficult person to have a crush on yet you still persevered.

'Because... under all of that, he's worth it.'

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Mine

18+

Summary: all she needs to do is give a witness statement at the station, she ends up taking care of the sweet agent who put his life on the line to avenge her sister.

Warnings: minor character death, spencer gets a concussion, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, love confessions, oral sex (female receiving) multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, daddy kink, breading kink, dom!spencer vibes

word count: 3.5K

a/n: thank you for 900 followers i'm still taking blurbs and stuff for my 800 celebration btw, i love you all so much

Sure, it was the worst day of her entire life. But there was a sure fire way to make it better. There was a very handsome federal agent on the scene of her sisters murder, and when she wasn’t crying, she was looking at him.

His hair was long, he looked really cute in his glasses, the tip of his nose was tilted to the sky, his lips were cute, he pressed them together a lot, he was really awkward and he often hunched and leaned and made him self appear smaller than his co-workers.

He talked a lot, his voice was nice and he was incredibly smart, the more she watched him the more she wanted to talk to him. She needed a ride back to the police station to give a statement, they had a killer to catch and now she was a part of the evidence.

“Excuse me?” She tapped his shoulder, “can I ride back to the station with you, I don’t feel comfortable with any of the other men, they’re all buff and harsh like he was…”

He nods, “of course, I’m doctor Reid with the FBI, I’m not a cop or anything so, you know, I don’t think I could even be buff if I tried…”

She giggled, “do you have a first name doctor Reid?”

“Spencer,” he smiles again, “you’re Y/N? The victim's sister?”

She nodded, “Kathy, her name was Kathy.”

“I’m so sorry,” he presses his lips together again, just as awkward as he was when she was just watching him from afar,

“Can I have a hug? Is that weird?” She whispered, pain in her eyes and a gut-wrenching feeling growing inside of her as she grasped the fact that her sister was dead.

“Sure,” he nodded, opening his arms and letting her hug him however she wanted.

She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her face against his chest, “don’t be afraid to hold me, it’s better for people with anxiety.”

He holds her tightly and she smiles against his chest, “thank you, I hope you find the guy.”

“I will.” He sounds confident about that.

She sits beside him in the SUV on the way to the station, giving her statement to him while Morgan drives so that she can relax once they arrive. She was stressed and shaking, she cried a lot but Spencer let her hold his hand the whole time.

Watching him work is very cool, he knows almost everything and even when he doesn’t; he knows how to get to the answers. He works for 11 hours and 14 minutes straight until he has an answer, he gathers the team and leaves to catch the unsub while she’s sound asleep in the corner of the room.

She doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him, or wish him good luck, she wakes up only to find the media girl and her boss discussing something quietly.

“Where is everyone?”

“Oh,” JJ smiles, “We caught the man who killed your sister, but one of our agents was injured in the takedown, they’re all with him at the hospital now as we wait for the unsub to be transferred here for questioning.”

“Is Spencer okay?”

Her face drops, she swallows before opening her mouth to speak and Y/N starts to cry, “no… he was so nice.”

“No, he’s fine!” JJ hurries the words out, “he’s just unconscious right now, he was hit pretty hard with something.”

“Can I go see him?”

JJ smiles, “Hotch? Can I take her to see Reid?”

“Why?” He doesn’t look up from his paperwork.

“Hotch,” she gets his attention and makes a face at him, “she wants to go see Reid…”

“Oh,” he gets it and actually smiles, “sure.”

—

Spencer wakes up to the feeling of something on his arm, he opens his eyes to see the girl from earlier resting her head on his arm as she sleeps in a chair beside his bed. His throat is dry and there are tubes tickling his nose hairs, he knows he’s in a hospital but he doesn’t remember why.

“Y/N?”

She wakes up with a startle, blinking into the light as she looks at him, “Spencer!”

“What happened?”

“The guy hit you on the back of the head with a shovel,” she laughed slightly, “you’ve been asleep for 13 hours, you have a big goose egg there now.”

“We caught the guy, right?” He bypasses his embarrassment at the cause of his injury and smiles at her.

“You did,” she smiles back. “I can’t go back to my house because it’s currently a crime scene, and they said you need someone to take care of you with your concussion, so I was wondering if you’d let me take care of you as a thank you?”

He nods, “only if you get me some jello?”

She just smiles, getting up from her seat she lets go of her hand and with whatever strength he had left, he held on to her. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, “now let me go get you some jello.”

—

She sleeps in bed beside him every night for a week, making sure he’s okay like he was her own child. He knew it was part of her trauma, seeing her sister die and not knowing how to help. She wasn’t letting Spencer out of her sight, she washed his clothes and made him dinners, she organized his closet and put away all his books. She dusted and vacuumed and she loved to cuddle.

When she wasn’t taking care of him, she was holding him. She was very thankful, and Spencer was deeply in love with her by now. She liked to make dinner for him and she drove him to work because his head still hurts but he likes working, and every morning he wakes up with her cuddled against him and he never wants her to leave.

he’s gotten to know little things about her, she wasn’t ready to talk about her sister yet, Spencer went with her to the funeral and met her parents and they all tried to convince her to move home, but she said she had to take care of Spencer still. She didn’t. She just wanted to.

From the moment she saw him, she knew he was safety for her. Something about his presence soothes her soul and makes everything feel right, and she’s told him that. He doesn’t believe it will last, he personally believes she is still in shock and once she absorbs the trauma she’ll be gone. When he’s not useful in her recovery anymore, she’ll leave him.

He’s honestly surprised she hasn’t tried to sleep with him yet, “I mean we are sleeping together but not in a sexual way,” he whispers to Derek as he explains his problem to him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, she’s clearly just using me to deal with her grief, most women either want to take care of someone else or sleep with someone, they do reckless things after losing a loved one,” Spencer tries to reason with him but it comes out more like he’s trying to convince himself.

“I have never seen grieving women make a man cute little lunches with notes that say ‘have a great day Spencey baby’ on them…” Derek teases him lightly knowing just how inept he is when it comes to dating.

“She’s compensating for not being able to save her sister,” Spencer states again, “I know it.”

“Have you asked her how she feels? Or better yet, girls love it when you tell them how you feel,” Derek offers one final piece of advice. “Just talk to her.”

—

For a genius, he’s an idiot.

She has made him dinners, she drives him to work, she makes him coffee, she cuddles him at night, she kisses him on the cheek to say goodbye, she wears barely anything to bed now and he still doesn’t get it. She wants him to make a move, tell her he wants something more, do something! But he won't in fear of hurting hurt while she grieves.

They’re sitting in bed, quiet and peaceful on the outside but inside they’re both screaming about their feelings. She wants to yell at him to just kiss her and he wants to scream at her for not being honest and upfront about whatever feelings she may or may not have.

There is a tension in the air that is thick, his hands not rubbing along her back and she’s not asleep yet so clearly, they’re both too stressed.

“What’s wrong?” He finally whispers with closed eyes, taking the lead with a silent prayer that it goes well.

“What do you think I think about you?”

It’s a simple question to which no answer feels right, he ponders for far too long and she’s worried that she’s not shown him enough love for it to be obvious, “I honestly don’t know.”

“I think you’re really cool and very kind. I liked your sneakers and the way you use your hands when you talk and how you know everything— almost everything,” she teases him softly. “And I like that you let me, a complete stranger, hug you and hold your hand because I was scared.”

“It’s the least I could do,” he feels bashful and blushes but he moves his hand along her back finally and she smiles.

“And I knew you’d be scared in the hospital, so I went in and I hugged you while you were asleep and held your hand until you woke up, and now I never want to leave you… not because I lost my sister or because I don’t know how to be alone,” she assures him, she knew that was his worry. She could feel it in him.

“I knew from the moment she died that I would feel really lonely without her, and I am… but my sister was a gift to this world and sometimes you lose your favourite things but the world doesn’t stop turning,” she has to stop to sob, her words shrink as the lump in her throat thickens and she sobs against his shirt.

He shushes her, and kisses the top of her head, “you’re my favourite thing.”

She smiles while crying, wiping her face with her hand before holding him closer, “my sister would be really pissed if I didn’t marry the hot doctor who caught her murderer.”

“Marry?” He laughs, “can we date first?”

“Do you really want to?” She peaks her head up, looking up at him. It’s dark and he’s barely there but she can see him smiling.

He nods, “I just wanted to be kind to a pretty girl going through the worst thing imaginable. I didn’t expect you to be so wonderful, and when I woke up to see you I knew I was starting to crush on you but…”

“What?”

“I love you now,” he’s scared, he looks like he’ll flinch if she makes any sudden movement.

She smiles, “I love you too, Spencer, I thought that was obvious?”

“No, I mean yes it was but the way I love you is different than the way you love me right now,” he tries to explain his feelings, but he ends up pretending he knows how she feels.

“You don’t know how I love you, you know how much I appreciate and care for you and that’s different,” she corrects him with a stern voice. “I love you very deeply because you’re my best friend, you’re my knight in shining armour, you’re the bright light at the end of the tunnel and you make me smile.”

“Oh,” his breathing slows as he takes it all in.

“I love you because you’re my Spencer, loving you is the only thing that’s been easy in my life,” she whispers. “So don’t fuck it up.”

It makes him laugh, he pulls her into another hug, “do you love me more than just platonically?”

“Yeah?”

“Like are you attracted to me or is this just because I’m nice to you?”

She pulls back from him and reaches for the lamp, turning on the light so she can look at him better. She sits in his lap and holds his face in her hands. “Are you more attracted to me now because you love me than you were when I first talked to you?”

“Well, obviously,” he answers, still not understanding why she would ask.

“I only walked up to you because you were cute, yes I felt safe but I wanted the cute FBI agent to hold me, and now you’re mine,” she confirms. “So yes, I am very, very much attracted to you, Spencer Reid.”

“Do you want to kiss me?” His eyes twinkle with excitement as she moves in closer.

She presses her lips to his, it’s soft and sweet. She kisses him again and again as he starts to get more and more comfortable with her, holding her hips as she presses her tongue to his bottom lip and he opens up with enthusiasm, making out with her like he’s been dreaming for the last week.

He wanted to stop the unsub and kiss her and all he got was a headache and a live-in nurse. It’s been a struggle trying to keep his cool, trying to not get hard as they cuddled or let any moans slip as he masturbated in the shower. But she was stunning and there was no doubt about it.

“Do you find me attractive?”

He laughs, gripping her tightly as he flips them, hovering over her with lust in his eyes, “can I show you how much?”

“Fuck, please?” The way her head moves, the desperation in her voice, everything about the way her legs spread and her body relaxes. He believes her.

He kisses down her neck, her fingers trace up and down his arms lovingly as she watches him with a steady breath. She’s anxious to see what he does, but she’s more excited to finally have him. He reaches the hem of her sleep shirt and they move together to pull it off.

She doesn’t sleep in a bra, which used to be an issue for him. The first time he fest her boobs through her shirt as they cuddled he was so glad she was asleep because he was embarrassingly hard under her.

“Can I kiss them?” He asks again, nervous for what’s too far in her mind.

“Spencer,” she holds his chin so he has to look at her, “I want to sleep with you… in a sexual way.”

“Did you talk to Derek?”

“No?” She pauses, “why what does he know about our sex life?”

“Today I told him we were sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. I said those exact words,” he explains.

“Maybe we’re soulmates,” she teases, joking but it makes his eyes light up.

“You never know,” he whispers. “We could be.”

“I really do love you Spencer, and I want to make love with you,” she matches his volume. “Please?”

He kisses her breasts like he asked to do, gently brushing his lips over her skin between kisses he was so delicate. The feeling of his hands and his tongue on her skin was incredible, she arched her back and moaned. He ground down as she did so, letting her feel how hard he was already which made her breathing hitch.

“Please, can you just fuck me already?” She’s so desperate as he continues to kiss down her body.

“No, we’re making love, remember?” His voice is so low it sends shivers down her spine.

She lifts her hips to assist in him sliding her underwear down and off. The lights are still on, he’s taking it all in, her completely naked body as he lifts her left leg and kisses her ankle, proceeding to kiss all the way to her knee before spreading her legs more. He leans in closer, kissing her inner thighs towards her dripping core as she watches.

“Breathe,” he reminds her, “you can’t cum if you’re stressing yourself out.” She lets out a deep breath and relaxes, “have you ever?”

“Yeah, just no one’s looked this closely before,” she whispers.

He gasps quietly, “can I—

“Please, oh my god, it’s all I’ve dreamed about,” she begs, and it causes a slew of dirty thoughts to fly through his brain.

“Tell me what else you’ve dreamed of?” He asks before resuming his kisses on her right thigh.

She gasps and reaches out for his hair, “can I call you daddy or is that weird?”

“Call me whatever you want,” it’s low and raspy and she grips his hair in excitement, he bites at her skin which makes her gasp and then it’s like a war between them to see who can get the other the most turned on.

He likes when she pulls on his hair, and she likes the hickies he’s littering her thighs with, edging closer and closer to her until she can't take it anymore, “daddy, please?”

He’s not sure where it comes from, but there is a fire burning inside of him that can only be snuffed why her pleasure. He wants nothing more than to see her cum again and again as a thank you for all the nights she’s stayed here taking care of him. He kisses the joint where her leg meets her hip and she stills again, panting through her nose with excitement.

Her tummy rises and falls as she breaths and he smiles against her skin at the sight. He licks a long stripe along her pussy as she grips his hair tighter with a shout, not expecting it and loving it at the same time. He’s good at this; he is loving and gentle, he knows where all the best spots are and he has a wonderful rhythm.

Her back arches as he continues to explore her with his tongue; sucking and licking into her, he adds a finger and she jolts forward, when he curls it she reaches for the sheets with both hands as he tries to keep her legs spread. Her moans and gasps are glorious, she’s never felt this kind of pleasure and thus Spencer was dragging it out. Playing with her clit before kissing around as he added a second finger, curling them alongside broad stripes with his tongue.

When he sucks her clit into his mouth, her orgasm rushes through her like a tidal wave. He fucks her through it, rubbing her g-spot with the pads of his fingers she shakes with a moan. It’s more intense than any of her orgasms with other partners, it’s spectacular.

He kisses back up her stomach, she pulls his face up towards her own and kisses him again. Tasting herself on his tongue, “I want you, now.”

“Greedy girl,” he teases her, “tell me what you want.”

“I want you to bury your cock inside me and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” she whispers with a smile, “daddy…”

He reaches over into his night table for a condom, “you don’t have to…” she adds.

“What?” He turns to her ins light shock.

“I want to feel you,” she whispers, “I want to be yours.”

She doesn’t know it’s a kink of his, she doesn’t know why his eyes light up as he lunges for her— kissing her neck like she’s his favourite meal and he’s on death row.

“Oh, you like that?”

He drags his cock along her folds, rubbing her clit with the head to make her shut up, it only does the opposite. She’s louder, moaning out as she grips his back and pushes up against him.

“Say it…” she whispers.

He pushes in slowly, watching her face as he mouth opens and her eyes close; she takes him well. “You’re mine,” he finally whispers.

She moans in response, pulling him in closer so she can kiss him as he starts to thrust. It’s barely kissing, they’re breathing into each other's mouths, biting each other's lips and feeling each other up as he fucks her. It’s the closest either of them has been to another person before, and it feels right.

When he starts to rub her clit she knows she’s done for, she feels her orgasm approaching. He kisses her neck, his free hand has a tight grip on her hair as he pulls her head to the side. The way she sounds while he fucks her will always be his favourite sound, she is so responsive and appreciative, she is the best woman in the world.

“Gonna cum,” he whispers, “are you serious?”

“Yeah,” she responds, completely serious as she pants against his skin, she wraps her legs around him so he can’t pull out and she finishes.

She cums with a shout, holding him tighter as she convulses with pleasure, it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life as he fucks into her one last time and cums.

His orgasm rocking through him as he still inside of her, “I love you.” It comes out at some of a grunt as he drops against her. “You’re Mine.”

“Mhmm,” she agrees, holding him closer and kissing his shoulder, “and you’re Mine.”

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part 14 - ohana means family

Word count: approx. 800

After you finished eating, you set up the movie in the living room. It had been one of your comfort movies for many years, and you had watched it several times with the guys after Yoongi's disappearance. While you got the movie started, Joon positioned himself in a chair to the side while Yoongi sat on the couch with Sujung in his lap, facing the TV, and you eventually came to sit beside them with a foot or so of distance between you.

As the movie played, you couldn't help but watch the emotions that played across Yoongi's face as the story unfolded. You had forced him to watch the movie years before, but his unguarded expressions now were something you still marveled at since your old boyfriend had always been rather reserved, showing only a few expressions most of the time. Here he sat, laughing openly at the funny parts, chewing his lip over the tension, and you even caught his eyes glossing over at some of the more touching moments. Occasionally he would ask you in a low voice to explain something when he couldn't quite keep up with with subtitles.

After the first thirty minutes or so, Sujung had fallen asleep with her head resting back against her father's chest, heavy breaths falling from her open mouth. It was rather adorable. When you started to move to go put her in her bed, Namjoon offered to do it instead. When the taller man carefully lifted the girl off of him, Yoongi felt instantly colder, missing the comforting heat and weight the small child had provided. To try and replace her presence he grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and clutched it to his chest, but it failed to give him the same sense of security. You couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him as you observed this change in mood.

"Do you want to come sit closer with me?" You offered after clearing your throat. He looked at you hesitantly for a moment until you held out your arm, showing him you had an open space. Finally his accepted, scooting over to close the space between you two, but when he just sat beside you, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder to pull him into the warmth of your side. The heat relaxed him instantly, and he rested his head against your shoulder. You took the blanket off the back of the couch and awkwardly shook it out over both of you and you got comfortable. When Joon returned a few minutes later, he saw the new situation between the two of you and silently excused himself to your bedroom, laying himself out on your bed to read.

"If you play with my hair like that I'm going to fall asleep," Yoongi informed you in a hushed tone a while later as you had absent-mindedly begun to run your fingers through his sandy blonde locks. You had forgotten about that tendency.

"Oops," you whispered before giving his head a light pat and resting your hand on his shoulder once again. You tried not to think about how he smelled the same as always and how much you loved it.

"That was a nice movie," Yoongi smiled as he stretched while the credits played.

"Mhm. Do you know now what I was talking about?" You asked and turned off the TV, leaving the room dark with only the light from the kitchen.

"Um," he thought for a second. "Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. So, no matter how much trouble I am, you won't give up on me?"

"Exactly," you chuckled at his use of the word trouble. "Yoongi, this is your family and your home, and I'm never going to let that go."

He nodded understandingly. In his chest he felt his heart tightening and although it was uncomfortable, he felt surprisingly good. Your words touched him and he truly tried to accept them. "Thanks again, Yn. I'm going to bed now."

"Okay, goodnight." He whispered the word back and shuffled down the hall to his room.

After tidying up the living room and taking care of the dishes that you had left at the start of the movie, you went to your own bedroom, where you found Namjoon fast asleep with a book on his chest, on the side of the bed he knew you didn't sleep on. You had forgotten he was in your apartment, hadn't even noticed he had failed to return from putting the baby to bed since you were too caught up on the closeness with Yoongi. After changing and brushing your teeth you turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and set his book on the nightstand before getting into your side without hesitation and quickly falling asleep.

The sea without you

part 13 << master list >> part 15

A/n: oof I'm so soft now. Let me know how you feel about the written part or anything else about this au!

Summary: When rapper Agust D mysteriously disappears, he leaves behind his rap group, his fiancé and his unborn child. Even if they get him back, will it ever be the same? Can they make it right?

[Dates are relevant and times are mostly accurate (but ignore the time at the top bc I can't change it >.<)]

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[lovetenya]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: tenya iida x gender neutral reader!

warnings: none, just fluff!

word count: 800-ish

author’s note: let’s hope i get through the other five in a timely manner, because my 14 other works in progress are getting kind of lonely... also, if you’ve read this before, don’t worry! that’s because it’s a rewritten version of a now-deleted post of mine from another blog. i hope you like it!

loving tenya iida is red.

it’s the pull in his chest and the heat in your cheeks when you brush hands, even though you’ve been together for a while now. 

he wonders if that feeling of eager nervousness will ever go away, and he’s only satisfied when he feels your hand prodding his. his thumb gently swipes over yours, and you feel connected more than just physically. the vivid red of your new love is more than skin deep.

 the weight of your hand in his comforts him, and reminds him that you’re right there. your heart beats red, perfectly in time with his.

red is the gingham picnic blanket he brought on your first date; it’s the same one his parents used all those years ago on their first date.

 so what if he’s a romantic? he’s allowed to be sentimental about these things. 

he didn’t tell his parents (or his siblings) that he had a date, but they had a feeling something was up when he specifically requested the “good luck” blanket. tenya thought that maybe, just maybe, it would make him a little bit bolder. it was a token of his parent’s love, and to have this piece of home with him while building the relationship that could one day be his home felt so special and so right.

walking with you, he holds the picnic basket in his left hand, and wishes he was holding your hand in his right. maybe someday, he thinks. 

later on, you spill lemonade on the blanket and apologized, saying “oh-i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to--”

he tells you, “it’s okay, sweetheart. it’s a washable blanket, it’ll come right out in the wash and— why are you making that face?”

he was startled by your expression, which had your eyes averting his gaze in a soft and flattered embarrassment and your mouth in a shy smile.

“tenya, i.. i liked that.”

“you liked what?”

“i liked it when you called me sweetheart.”

“i’m glad, sweetheart.” he put emphasis on it this time, knowing inside that he had found a sweet weakness.

he could never see red, never in anger, never over you.

you walk down the hill together, not worried about how the sun is setting and it’ll be dark in an hour. you have plenty of time. plenty of time to get to know each other. plenty of time to enjoy the light sky fade to orange, then fade to red, then fade to black.

—

red is the color of the hard cherry candies you receive on valentine’s day. tenya asked shoto for an idea on what he should do for you, figuring he’d have something romantic in mind and shoto sarcastically told him he should buy $20 worth of school candy grams, not realizing that tenya totally would.

tenya figured it was a better idea than what tensei recommended, which was that he bring you three red roses.

appalled, tenya replied, “that’s totally inappropriate. don’t you know what that means? we haven’t even said those words yet.”

“which is exactly why you should do it now,” tensei teased.

—

tenya opted for the candies. 

when the candy deliverer comes to the classroom door, she saves yours for last. she lists the amounts as she hands them out, publicly broadcasting the itemized list of how much was spent on each person. some consider it a display of popularity, some consider it torture.

“okay, here we go. I have two for jirou, one for kaminari, two for tokoyami, one for sero, two for momo, six for kirishima, three for midoriya, four for bakugo (he just had to get more than midoriya, didn’t he?), four for uraraka, eighteen for todoroki (from his various secret admirers), one for koda, four for iida (newsflash: they’re from you) one for ojiro, six for shoji (one for each hand, duh), four for ashido, eighty for mineta (he bought them for himself. everyone recognized his gross, scribbly handwriting and he was embarrassed), one for sato, one for hagakure, three for tsu, four for aoyama (also from himself), aaaaand last but certainly not least..... FORTY FOR Y/N!?” 

in unison, the girls went “awwww, y/n!!! who are they from???”  and the guys went “huh???”

you held the bag of candy in your hands, seeing that tenya’s neat handwriting filled out all of the little cards. your cheeks turn a bright shade of red when your class gapes at the large bag, wondering “who the heck bought all of those??” you quickly shove the candies in your bag, embarrassed but pleased by tenya’s sweet gesture. 

(izuku offered to help tenya write them all, but he refused, stating that his hand cramp was minor. it was worth it for you, after all.)

—

red is the color of his eyes, the ones that contrast so beautifully with the blue of his hair. they’re normally shielded by his glasses, but right now, it’s just you and him. you’re lying together in your shared bed, just enjoying what little time you have together. although you’ve spent a few years together and you’re both pro-heros now, it’s still special to just be you and him. together. the moments are rare, and deeply cherished for this exact reason.

it’s just you and the boy who still, even though you’re married, asks “can i hold your hand?”

the boy who asks you “my love, are you okay?”

the boy who somehow just knows when something is up and knows exactly what to do to make it all better.

the boy who cares, so passionately, that it is red.

thanks for reading! love, tj. 🕯

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[btsmosphere]

milestone drabble game!!

Hi everyone!! It’s drabble time! I am so so happy to announce we reached 800 followers recently and I couldn’t be more grateful. welcome to all the new people and a huge hug to those of you who have stuck around a while, it means the world to have you here💜

I really wanted to say thank you by getting some more stuff posted for you guys, so the drabble game was resurrected! I have several things in the works, but they are all slightly longer fics that are taking me a while to write so in the meantime, please enjoy my offering of drabbles! let’s get into it:

Rules:

1. Read the whole post 2. Pick a member (or members for mxm) 3. Pick no more than two prompts 4. Send me an ask with your request!

~Only one request per person please!~

Additional:

~Please specify pronouns if you are requesting member x reader ~I am also very happy to accept mxm or platonic, but please clarify this in your request ~I would prefer you to be following to make a request as this is a follower celebration event, but I can’t stop you if not¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ~If possible, please submit your request off anon so you will be notified when I post your drabble ~If there are any other details you would like, such as an au or plot details, please include this in your request too (or feel free to let me decide!) ~Lastly, if you have made a request, I would appreciate it if you reblog and/or comment on the finished product to let me know what you think!

And now, here are the prompts!! ~these are all inspired by the wonderfully chaotic folks on the @thebtswritersclub​ server!!

1. ...why do you want to murder someone? 2. I will lose every shit I have left 3. ice cream is not a food group 4. can’t you create a distraction? 5. your silence is very loudly telling me that I’m right 6. no discipline. only desperation. and fries. 7. we do have an abundance of knives 8. no no it’s totally legal 9. stop oggling and eat 10. I’ve never been in possession of these “braincells” 11. I just think the gods are petty enough to use that excuse 12. the temptation is too much and I am too weak 13. there was no flirting 14. someone better invent this 15. can I seduce you into doing it? 16. I have never seen anyone be this level of clothed 17. and to that I say Jared, 19 18. please keep your hearts in your chests 19. I say burn down the house 20. shake the fish? 21. I promise I won’t stab you 22. wow I really am a grandma 23. she wants a gateway to hell 24. what is a suspicious but not illegal way to come into a large sum of money? 25. the sexy protects him 26. come hide in my suitcase then 27. we can’t send you memes from jail 28. I don’t have enough words for this 29. OUR BRAINCELLS ARE MISSING 30. I use very, very legal means 31. it one hundred percent, probably, was 32. I shouldn’t have said the word coffin 33. this conversation went for a ride 34. how do you human 35. I have no fighting skills but I can use the heck out of a frying pan 36. this sounds illegal I’m outta here 37. I’d rather hide in my room 38. just, please, don’t unalive anyone, okay? 39. CUDDLE PILE

(please note any prompt with specific pronouns involved can be altered!)

Please note I will not write any of the following:

~Smut (suggestive stuff is okay though) ~Children/pregnancy ~Self harm/suicide ~Yandere/abusive bts

I reserve the right not to accept a request if I do not feel comfortable writing it, as I cannot guarantee this is an exhaustive list. If you submitted your request off anon, I will contact you if this is the case to let you know and give you a chance to submit another request, if you would like.

Finally, I want to say another enormous thank you to everyone who has followed me!! I appreciate the support so much and I’m sending love to each and every one of you💜💜I look forward to your requests!

[givemeweasley]

Groundhog Day Pt. 2

Fred Weasley x Reader 

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: SUICIDE WARNING (there’s no actual death but reader jumps off the astronomy tower. sorry for the spoiler but it’s important that you know that before you read!!! It’ll be the only time it happens in this series though), language, and general angst

A/N: Please if you are triggered by mentions of suicide, please proceed with caution! Also if you or anyone else you know is struggling with depression or thoughts of suicide please call 800-273-8255!! Love you guys so so much!! 

Part One, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

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Light. The sound of curtains.

“Rise and shine, girls! Quidditch is today!”

No.

Your eyes immediately opened, only to be blinded by the sunlight filtering in through the window. But as soon as you were able to see, you zoned in on the one thing in the room that held your interest: the calendar above the door.

Saturday February 2nd, 1996.

With no ounce of hesitation you leapt out of bed. This couldn’t be happening.

“Damn, Y/N! I didn’t know you liked Quidditch that much!” Angelina laughed. But you were only half listening, hastily pulling on your clothes. By the time you were dressed and ready, Angelina was already leading the way out of the room down the stairs. You anxiously walking down behind her, wishing with all your heart that Fred and George would not be in the common room.

“Just think Y/N. Now you get to see- Fred! George! What are the two of you doing up?”

And there they were. Just like yesterday.

“Habit.”

“What he said.”

But all you could do was stand still at the base of the stairs, staring out as yesterday's scene replayed in front of you.

“Well then you can join us for breakfast before the game.” And as expected George offered his arm, which Angelina took. Alicia trailing behind them out of the portrait. Fred lingering behind, looking at you.

“You okay, love?”

You wished he hadn’t asked. You shook your head frantically. He took a step towards you, which made you stumble backwards into the stairs. Fred was next to you in the next breath, hovering over your collapsed frame.

“Y/N? What is going on?” His brown eyes held so much concern that for a moment the words almost slipped out. But instead you allowed him to help you stand and help you to the couch before you began to think about what to say.

Do I tell him? Would he believe me? Is this just some crazy dream?

But looking up at Fred told you all you needed to know. He’d believe you. For Godric's sake you lived in a magical castle and could make objects fly at a flick of a wand, of course it couldn’t be too far fetched.

So you turned to face him head on. “Fred, this is going to sound crazy.”

He shrugged and smiled, putting his arm on the back of the couch next to your head. “Try me.”

You took a deep breath. “I think I’m stuck in a time loop.”

Fred blinked and furrowed his brows. “Sorry?”

“I said, I think I’m stuck-”

“No. No. I heard you.”

A cynical laugh bubbled out from your throat as you stood and began to pace in front of the fireplace. You stopped for a moment to stare at Fred. “But you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just there’s never been-”

“You don’t know that.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling more lonely than ever. Your best friend didn’t believe you. If he didn’t, who would? Were you going to be stuck in February 2nd, 1996 forever? Do you even age?

Fred stood up and placed his hands on your arms, steadying you. “Just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing really happened, Fred. But today is the third day it’s been February 2nd. Quidditch is today-” A thought struck you, your gaze snapped back to Fred. “Quidditch is today!!”

Fred looked even more dubious than ever. “Yes?”

But you simply grabbed his hand and bolted for the portrait, pulling him behind you. The portrait swung open and you took off like a bullet down the halls and down the staircases.

“Where are we going?!” Fred shouted breathlessly from behind you.

“I can prove it!”

You didn’t let him go until you made it to the Quidditch pitch where the crowds were already seated. You tugged him up into the stands you had sat in for two days. There were two seats saved next to George, as you’d hoped and you tugged Fred into one of those two seats.

“Where were you guys?” George asked, peering past Fred to look at you.

“Talking.” You quickly responded before turning back to Fred.

“About what?” George continued.

You glanced at George and saw an opportunity. “Talking about our predictions for the game.”

George laughed and raised a brow. “Six sickles Gryffindor wins.”

You leaned back in your seat. “One galleon that Gryffindor wins 340-20. Angelina scores the first goal and the last goal. Ron plays near perfectly and makes an incredible block by standing on his broom. Chang almost gets hit by a bludger twice and Ginny catches the Snitch-” You checked your watch. “In exactly 2 hours and 14 minutes.” You held out your hand to George who was gapping, but not more than Fred’s who was staring at you with a look of awe.

George seemed to shake off whatever shock he had and grabbed your hand shaking it recklessly. “You’re on, Y/L/N!”

“Welcome to today's Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and GRYFFINDOR!” Lee screamed over the pitch.

And then you sat back and watched the game play out. And everything came to pass just as you said it would. A part of you wanted something to fall out of line. For once in your life you wanted to be wrong.

But your ‘predictions’ were perfect, as you knew they would be.

When Ginny caught the Snitch and the game was over with the scoreboard reading 340-20, George grabbed your hand and pressed a galleon in it. “I don’t know how you knew that, but I’m bloody impressed.” And with that he took off down the stairs of the stands, following the Gryffindor crowds to presumably begin the celebrations in the common room.

But Fred didn’t move. Didn’t even look at you.

The galleon felt heavy in hand. “Do you believe me now?” You whispered.

You heard him sigh. “I never disbelieved you, love.” He turned to look at you, grabbing your face in his hands to make you look at him. His hands were rough and yet still the hold he had on you was gentle. It was almost loving. His lips curled into an even gentler smile. “How can I help?”

It felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. But at the same time, it was at that moment you were forced to admit it was not a dream.

“Let’s start at the library.” He nodded and the two of you got up and made your way down the stairs and back into the castle.

“So what’s the plan?” Fred asked as the two of you stood in the entrance of the library.

“I guess we just start looking for books about time magic.” And so you did. You pulled every book imaginable on magic dealing with time. You had books about time travel, stopping time, fast forwarding time, time warps, the list went on and on. You felt certain you would find something.

But you didn’t.

Not in any of those books did it mention anything about time loops. The closest you came was to individual objects being stuck in time loops within a world that still moved normally around it. But that didn’t apply here. It wasn’t as if you were an egg being turned into a bird and then back into an egg as time moved around you. No. It was like the entire world was forced from egg to bird and you were the only one who remembered it was ever an egg.

“This is hopeless.” You glanced at your watch. 11:57. “We’re almost out of time.”

Fred smirked and shrugged. “We can always try again today, tomorrow.” You sent him a withering glare. He scratched the back of his neck, but his smile didn’t waver. “Too soon?”

But you couldn’t help the slight smile that broke through. “Might as well laugh. But don’t be surprised if I make that joke today, tomorrow.”

In an instant, Fred launched around the table and grabbed you. His hands began to tickle your sides as you squealed in laughter.

“You can’t steal my jokes!”

“St-sto-stop it! Fre-FRED!” You managed to say between your fits of giggles. But Fred wouldn’t ease up.

“Say you won’t steal my joke! Say it! I’m not letting you go until you say it!” True to his word he continued his tickling assault.

“Fi-fine! I-I won’t steal your-steal your joke!” And just like that, his hands stopped. Instead they latched themselves to the corners of the back of your chair, so he was leaning over you. The both of you were panting, broad smiles on your faces.

“Thank you.” He whispered breathlessly.

It was then that you noticed how close the two of you were. Close enough that if you leaned up a few inches, you would meet.

Almost unconsciously you began to lean forward as Fred began to descend. You closed your eyes and reached for his neck.

And then light.

“Rise and shine, girls! Quidditch is today!”

“NO!” You sat up in your bed. Saturday, February 2nd 1996 glaring down at you.

Angelina was looking at you weirdly, standing by the window with the curtains still in her hands. But you didn’t care. You whipped out of bed and pulled whatever clothes were on the floor and closest to you.

Without waiting, you flung yourself down the stairs only halting right at the corner when you heard voices. Fred and George.

“Your hair looks fine, stop messing with it.” George groaned.

You heard some shuffling. “Piss off, George.”

“You’re just jealous you’re not as handsome as me.” The sound of a hit echoed into the stairwell. As upset as you were, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Did you skip the mirror this morning, mate? I’m clearly the more handsome twin.”

Footsteps sounded from behind you, and in a moment Angelina’s face appeared with Alicia hot on her heels.

“There you are! What was with the outburst this morning?” She looped her arm around yours and dragged you down the steps into the common room. “Well on the bright side now you get to see-”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

“Fred! George! What are the two of you doing up?”

Habit.

“Habit.”

What he said.

“What he said.”

“Well then you can join us for breakfast before the game.” Angelina left you to join George and was out of the common room with Alicia before you could blink. Fred, once again, stayed behind.

You looked at him right as he was about to open his mouth.

“No. I’m not okay. Yes, you can help me.” You pointed to the nearest chair. “Sit down and I’ll explain.” Fred was looking at you like a deer in the headlights, but nodded and sat down. You began to pace in front of him. “I’m stuck in a time loop. It’s day four of me living February 2nd. Gryffindor is going to win the match today. Ron makes an excellent save, Ginny catches the Snitch, score is 340-20. Everyone comes back here gets drunk off their asses and goes to bed. I told you all of this yesterday-” You glanced at him sadly. “And I can tell you don’t remember, but we’ve already looked through nearly every book in the library about time loops so I need your help to get me unstuck.” You planted your hands on your hips, biting your lip. You were nervous he wouldn’t believe you. But honestly if he didn’t, you would just have to keep looking.

But after a minute of silence, Fred shrugged and nodded. “Okay.”

The two of you spent your day in the library, looking at books on potions, ancient runes, anything that could possibly be some sort of antidote to your situation. But nothing worked.

And time ran out.

You woke up again on Saturday February 2nd, 1996. You explained it to Fred again. He tried to help. Nothing worked. And you woke up again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until it had been a month of the same day.

You had told Angelina not today when she pulled open the curtains. It took her awhile to leave you, but at this point you knew exactly what to say to get her to leave the quickest possible.

You had tried every potion antidote, read every rune, you’d even tried talking to Professor McGonagall. But it was all pointless. Every night at 11:59 you fell asleep and every morning you woke up on February 2nd.

You had been dreading this moment for weeks. The moment you’d resort to something you weren’t sure would actually work and could have irreversible consequences.

But you needed to try everything if you wanted a chance to see February 3rd. Tiredly, you pulled on your clothes not bothering to put any effort in. If this worked there would be no need to get dressed fancily. And if it didn’t? Well you’d either wake up tomorrow or-

You shook your head trying not to think of the or.

You resolutely walked down the stairs, wringing your hands nervously.

“Y/N?” Your eyes widened as you glanced up to see Fred standing at the foot of the stairs.

“Fr-Fred?” You stuttered, hurriedly clearing your throat so as to not completely give yourself away.

He looked a little bashful but held up a little package. Chocolate Frogs. “Angelina told me you weren’t feeling well so I figured I’d bring you a Chocolate Frog to make you feel better.”

Your heart broke a little at that. But you pushed his hand down. “Keep it.” And then you kissed his cheek and made your way out of the portrait.

Tears slipped down your cheek. You weren’t even sure this would work, but you were still scared.

The walk to the Astronomy tower was shorter than you anticipated, but you steeled your nerves when you arrived.

The sun was still reaching over the tops of the trees, making everything have a soft warm glow. You hoped this worked. You strolled over to the balcony and peered down. You hoped that it wouldn’t hurt. No matter the outcome, you prayed it wouldn’t hurt.

You stepped over the railing and looked out.

The Quidditch pitch in the distance. Students beginning to make their way over, laughing and joking with each other. You could see Luna Lovegood's brilliant lion headdress from that far as she strolled next to who you guessed was Neville Longbottom.

“Y/N?” You heard a broken voice from behind you. You stumbled, startled at the voice you wanted least to hear. Your hands let go of the railing.

And you fell.

“NO!” Fred’s shout rang out like a gunshot. You twisted midair to see Fred hanging over the railing. His face was twisted in pain, tears pouring down his cheeks as he desperately reached for you.

And his face was the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.

------

“Rise and shine, girls! Quidditch is today!”

For the first time in a month, you were glad to hear it. And then you remembered, that the one thing you were relying on being the answer was suddenly crossed off the list.

And then you remembered Fred’s face. The look that would haunt your nightmares for weeks, as if your life wasn’t a walking nightmare already.

You groaned loudly and pulled the covers back over your head.

“Not today, Angelina. I think I’m gonna sleep this one away.”

You didn’t bother to listen to her response as you closed your eyes and fell back asleep desperately trying to ignore the way the word no replayed in your head.

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Hello, this is Minita. I wanted to thank Christy from Pennsylvania for the update on Penelope. And then she's going home. Yay, we're so happy. We are so happy. Oh, thank God for that. Dear God, I just want to thank you. I will praise your name Forever and ever, God, thank you for your love. Thank you for your caring. Thank you, Father, for listening to our prayers. Father, many many of us were praying for Penelope. Lord God, I please, I ask you, Lord, to please continue to bless Penelope with great health. You got do you complete Work in her, in her life, this little precious baby. And please God, I asked you that you reached down to her parents, your God, may they realize Recognize your presence, recognize your unfailing love towards them. Your father. Thank you so much, Father for for. For your your daughter Christy thank you for that precious grandmother And I know the love of a grandma. I know how she feels. Thank you father God in Jesus name I pray. I also wanted to Yeah, I want to. Also wanted to mention under construction. I haven't heard from her in a while either. I hope she's doing really good and she's doing well, and I hope she's encouraged and strengthened by the Lord. OK. So I just wanted to say hello and thanks again. God bless you, my siblings. I love you all. Thank you, Jill, for your readings. Thank you. God knows, every day I thank God for you and for your your ministry and how you the law uses you to ministry the minister. My my heart. Thank you. I love you. Bye.

Hey Jill, this is joyfully Joe and umm, I just wanted to say thank you. I loved all the things you said yesterday. How about the Valley of the Dry Bones and how powerful that is and Comparing it to the processes of the work that God's doing in our lives. And I just love that. And it's so true. And yeah, I've been totally in the valley With the dry bones this year and haven't called in that much.Lifting up cries of lament. Like China was talking about Her grieving for my pastor. I'm stepping down from ministry, changing churches, having cancer in my lip. Wow. Lot of process right there. A lot of.Yeah.Yeah, waiting on the Lord. And I just want to say a prayer over all of us. Lord Father, I lift up everyone and within the sound of my voice, Lord God, who's going through process Lord God. And of course we all want miracles. We want them to happen, Immediate Lord Father, but you have many lessons and things for us to glean and to gain as we wait on you or God and wait for the process of maybe it's forgiveness and healing. Lord, Father, whatever it might be, Lord God, I just lifted all to you in Jesus name.

Hi, this is Jessie from Kansas. I wanted to call and say Kingdom Seeker Daniel and Lady of victory. I just want to know y'all are amazing and I'm so booked up to y'all for like relationship goals Like y'all are amazing and I'm so thankful to be thankful for the testimony that y'all have and I'm so thankful. That y'all are such amazing, fair warriors and just constantly praying for people and rarely asking for prayers for yourself. So I think that's beautiful. that Lady doctor, you asked for prayer recently for your help with continuing your education. God bless you all and over this whole community I just want to say I love you all. God bless you guys and I will be praying and.Just continuing to lift all of y'all because y'all are honestly another five family and I I couldn't get through a single day without y'all. If I do miss a day at DCI, I know it. I'm I you know my my mood is different and I just I need y'all.Every day I need this community and so I love you guys. God bless you all. 

[thedamageofherdays]

ok ok omg I am SO glad you did that WIP Tag Game bc more Hotel Bar Daddy FRICK yes

BUT i'm actually here to ask about no.11 and/or no.14 and/or no.15 if you please (after all you DID say you like talking about your WIPs and I love hearing about them 🤧)

(also special shoutout to u for tagging K it means a lot to me, a non-writer who loves seeing what y'all are getting up to x)

Yay hiiiiiiiii I am so glad you are excited about more Hotel Bar Daddy and thank you SO MUCH for asking about my wips!!! I do really like talking about them (and also hearing other writers talk about their wips, it's just so much fun!!!)

WIP no. 11 is Boss/Employee. I started this one when I was still doing kinktober (before I unfortunately had to give up) and I do really like it. I have a little over 800 words written for this fic. In it Bucky is Steve's boss. During the office christmas party they go to Bucky's office to have a drink which very quickly turns into having more than a drink. The next day they are both a little insecure because did they overstep any boundaries? did they ruin the good connection they had? does the other feel the same or was it just a bit of fun for them? But then they figure it out and realise they are on the same page. This is a WIP that I think might become a series if I finish it because I have more ideas I could explore with this Steve and this Bucky (like a business trip maybe? or Bucky meeting Steve's mom?)

WIP no. 14 is right where you left me. The premise of this fic is that Bucky left Steve at the altar a few years ago. Now Bucky is back in town and ready to apologise. He still has feelings for Steve and realises he has been a fool. Steve never really moved on but he also has a hard time letting Bucky back in. After all it's hard to come back from the guy you love dumping you in front of everyone you know. Very much influenced by right where you left me by Taylor Swift which is also what the fic is named after. I have nearly 2k written for this and I am hoping I can back to it soon because it's a fun one!

Here is a little snippet:

Bucky’s standing in the middle of Steve’s loft. The setting sun illuminates him beautifully and Steve gets the urge to draw him the way he had so often. He shakes himself out of it and asks Bucky what pizza he wants.

Bucky asks for a pepperoni pizza like he always did. It's soothing, Steve thinks, that not everything about him has changed. That there are still glimpses of the boy he fell in love with. Even with years and all this hurt between them, Bucky is still Bucky. Contrary to Steve he has clearly changed but he hasn't become an entirely new person. He still carries traces of the boy who stood up for Steve on the playground. He thinks he needed that reminder, that despite breaking Steve’s heart Bucky is still a good man.

A good man reaching out to Steve after all this time. Steve knows he has to reach back. And while he also knows they won't get back together - Bucky had made that pretty clear back then and Steve’s not that much of an optimist that he truly believes Bucky will fall head over heels for him all over - maybe he can have his best friend back. That is good enough. It has to be.

WIP no. 15 is I think I’ll start a new life. This is an evanstan fic. I started it a few months ago and the title comes from one of my favourite songs Boston by Augustine. The fic has a non-famous Chris living his best life in New England and Sebastian who is a famous actor but who has decided to quit acting. He has moved to New England to get a fresh start and figure out what he wants from life. Does he wanna get back to acting? Does he want to do something new? He has no clue. Then he meets his neighbour Chris and Dodger and they feel an immediate connection. From then on it's just them falling in love but also helping each other find their path in life and realising that maybe those paths are very much connected. Might have a little bit of angst but of course it has a happy ending (because I don't do sad endings hehe).

Thanks so much again for asking, it's really great to talk about these stories <3

[thedeathdeelers]

First lines

i was tagged by @sunsetcurveofficial - thank you so much! 🥰

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

i’m not sure i have 20 stories up yet, but here we go:

1. ghost [luke, 700 words]

he’s a disappointment.

2. oops? [juke, 1.2k]

She had never thought about it when she had first met them - back when it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because they were, well, ghosts, incorporeal.

3. i think i dreamed you into life [juke, 2.1k]

It was a Julie & Luke writing session, just like any other.

4. religion [luke/juke, drabble]

Luke Patterson was never much of a religious person.

5. study break [juke, 1.3k]

“Hey Jules, what’s up?”

6. you’re music to me [juke, 2.2k]

“So, how come you guys are always here?”

7. childhood crushes [juke, 2.7k]

“So you’re sure it’s in one of these?”

8. (song)titles are impossible [juke, 2k]

Julie was sat on the old black couch in the studio, staring blankly into space.

9. joebe? phoey? [julie & reggie, 500 words]

“Mija, why all the shouting?”

10. i’ll go wherever you will go [juke, 2.9k]

Saturday morning found Julie wide awake tossing and turning. At 7:30am.

11. avocado [julie & reggie, 800 words]

Julie was having a quiet day. Which was rare, to say the least.

12. willex [reggie & alex, 240 words]

It had started off as a normal day for Alex (as normal as it got for anxious ghosts), but of course things shifted the moment he let Reggie go unchecked halfway through their conversation.

13. code word: willex [willex, 614]

“Hotdog, you know I love your bandmates but Reggie has got to be on something. He just-“ Willie cut himself off the moment he sees him on the floor, curled in on himself with his head resting on his knees.

14. i’m going out of my mind [reggie & ray, 475 words]

It’s been a couple of weeks now, and Ray hasn’t had any other potentially supernatural occurrences.

15. where are my glasses [reggie & ray, 459]

“Carlos! Have you seen my glasses? I can’t find them again!”

16. candles [luke, 518 words]

It was his 5th birthday, and he was so, so excited.

17. dude, where are my keys [reggie & ray, 636 words]

Ray was running late. He was running so, very late.

i think that’s everything so far!

hm, ao it turns out i like to start my fics with a line of dialogue - i guess to kind of just jump right into things? altho there’s a balance where i also start some with narrative/setting the scene. also i’ve managed to slowly write more for each fic, so there’s that heh

i’m tagging: @smolfangirl, @tmp-jatp, @tangledstarlight, @tonightthestarsalign, @ruzek-halstead, @sunset-sweeerve, @phantomsandsunsets, @sunsetcurvecuddles, @ourstarscollided (ok so i know you haven’t posted any but i do know you have loads of WIPs so, 😌), @unsaidjulie

ok i’m limiting myself to 10 people, otherwise it’ll be a never ending list.

and honestly anyone else who feels like doing this, consider yourself tagged 🤗

[halalhyungwon]

check-in tag ♡ @okaysign 💕

1. why did you choose your url?

bc hyungwon <3

2. any side blogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

i have a handful but I don't use all of them that much

@jaeyooniverse - sf9, created mostly bc i wanted a place to spam jaeyoon LMAO other the main im on this one the most

@dawonlog - dawon update blog, i fell off a bit bc I got busy and also just don't like trying to keep up with everything, but I missed it so im kinda back to using it now

@pynkwonu - pink/aes blog. used to also post/reblog fics there but haven't really done that in a long while

@daze-like-this - another aes blog. still not entirely sure how to describe it but I think it's nice lol

@svnshine - another main, an aes blog & also a space for more Islamic posts. I tend to go on there when I get tired of this one or just need a clearer headspace but still wanna mindlessly scroll thru tumblr? lol honestly I think it's been almost a year since I when on this one tho

@4-matcha - ..for matcha 💀 idk I just wanted to make a matcha blog. I used to post/upload regularly but now it's a miracle if I reblog anything there once a month

@wonufleur - for art/gfx, resources/references,,, never used it regularly tho

@wordshenanigans - langblr, language learning resources, don't really use this anymore esp since i dont follow a lot of active langblogs but on occasion I come across a post that id like to save for reference so I put it here

@lqvav for vav screencaps and occasionally updates,, dead tho;-;

@jihoonloveblog for jihoon 🥰 unofficially closed, we haven't posted in forever lol

@smilesf9 for smiley sf9 content,, look i really wish I could've actually kept up with this i kinda wanna try to bring it back 😭

@sanqyeonn officially closed lol my tbz blog which I used to be on as much as my sf9 blog sdkhdjdh

@hotdog-guy i made this mostly as a joke but for my little brother bc he used to really like the hotdog guy meme so I'd keep posts there to share with him

i also admin and am a member for some nets idk if that counts for this and ive already said so much so ill stop there lmao

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I made my blog in 2014 but didn't really start using it til 2015

4. do you have a queue tag?

I dont really queue on here and when I do im not consistent I don't always tag. when I do tag I just put #queue or #(this is a queue)

my tbz blog had such cute queue tags🥺 and my sf9 blog has a good handful of tags too

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

it was a joke lol I told my friend we should make a blog together and my first url was actually a mashup of our names

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

bc hyungwon <3

7. why did you choose your header?

bc hyungwon <3

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

probably that clip of vernon going YES

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I've never counted lol but last time I did a follow forever thing I think there was over 30 and that was a few years ago so I guess it's more now ?

10. how many followers do you have?

800 something

11. how many people do you follow?

1070 i think

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

lmao probably

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

too much lmao i should uninstall the app again

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i don't think so? I remember someone started arguing with me/complaining on one of my posts but I ignored them lmaoo

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I usually end up scrolling if a post says that unless I think the info actually is something to be shared. but then I usually try to look for a post that presents the info in a way I actually like lol

16. do you like tag games?

yes !

17. do you like ask games?

yes !

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

kkkkkk @fanaas is the first that comes to mind but yeah like you said there's a diff btwn popular/famous. i think a handful of my moots are popular at least within their fandoms

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

same liz, a friend crush !

20. tags?

ummm no I don't think I'll tag anyone. but thank you for tagging me !!! 🥰❤❤

[starrynite7114]

everything is you: first meeting

A/N: After I got this idea in my head, it wouldn’t leave. I figured I can write small shorts of Angel and Alena’s life prior to the events of ‘everything is you’, just so we can see how everything started and how their connection became as deep as it was. 

So without a further a do, this is Alena and Angel’s first meeting!

What would you all like to see?! Leave a comment below or message me! So far, I have their first kiss, first time, the coach, and Cruz. 

everything is you

Word count: 2636

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse

Masterlist

Request tagged list: @justahopelessssromantic : @ifoundmyhappythought : @carlaangel86 : @woahitslucyylu : @encounterthepast : @enamoured-x : @thewarriorprincessxo : @briana-mishell24​ : @bribri-82 : @chibsytelford : @agirllovespasta​ : @twistnet​ : @everyhowlmarksthedead : @trulysuccubus : @jadert15​ : @sammskellington​ : @cind-in-real-life​ :  @claytoncardenasbabymama​ : @sadeyesgf​ : @thickemadame​ : @summertimesadnesswithadashofsass​ : @gemini0410​ : @elcococruz​ : @samcrobae​ : @sesamepancakes​ : @iambabyharry​ : @blackmissfrizzle​ : @mrs-losa​ : @1-800-imagines​ : @phoenixhalliwell​ : @lady-pswrld​ : @dazzledamazon​  : @getyourcrayoncas​ : @fvckthisbxtchup​ : @lukealvxz​ : @scuzmunkie​ : @lilac-tea-time​ : @danie1432​ : @cocotheclown​ : @soaronmywings​ : @my-rosegold-soul​ : @buttercup812​ : @itskiranbitch​ : @angelreyesgirl​ : @sheeshgivemeabreak​ : @vicmackeybullshxt​ : @bigcreatorwombatdreamer​ : @khyharah​ : @strawberrywritings​ : @cherry-icetea​ : @fuzzy-jellyfish​ : @losolvidad0s​ : @brownsugarcoffy​ : @courtrae89​ : @prdsdjarin​ : @blessedboo​ : @marvelmaree​ : @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat​ : @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead​ : @thesandbeneathmytoes​ : @dark-twisted-and-mechanical-mind​ : @maddie-georges​ : @pearlkitten33​ : @aquamento​ : @incorrect-mcdanno​ : @that-chick212​

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know!

“Mama, why do we have to go?” Angel questioned as they crossed the street.

“Angel, I told you, it’s rare for people to move here with kids your age. Let’s welcome them to the neighborhood.” Marisol playfully ruffled her eldest son’s hair. 

“Mom, watch it, you know the hair is my money maker.” Angel fixed his hair making his younger brother and mother laugh.

“You’re a fool.” EZ chuckled, shaking his head. 

The trio made their way up the walkway and up the few steps. Marisol rang the doorbell and the door opened not a minute later.

“Hello, my name is Marisol Reyes, these are my sons Angel and Ezekiel, we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Marisol extended the box of tamales she had made. 

Michelle smiled, taking the box. “Thank you so much, come in.” She opened the door wider. 

Marisol walked in with EZ and Angel in tow. Michelle led them to the living room requesting them to sit down. 

“Bryan, Alena, come out here.” She called out to them.

Angel looked around and the numerous amounts of trophies did not escape him. It looked much like their home except he knew that most of the trophies belonged to EZ. When he finally looked away from the wall of accomplishments, he saw a guy his age, maybe a little older and younger girl, who was standing behind him, slightly hiding.

‘She’s cute.’ Angel found himself thinking. Her glasses took up her face, but it fit her well. 

“These are my children, Bryan is 15 and Alena is 11.” Michelle proudly stated.

Alena and Bryan waved hello to their guest. Alena’s eyes lingered at Angel, he was much taller than his younger brother he could tell. She’s them around, both of them, but she never engaged. 

“She’s as old as Ezekiel.” Marisol beamed. “Angel is 14 years old.” Marisol patted Angel’s hand, making him smile.

“She’s in my class.” Ezekiel commented. He knew she looked familiar to him. Mrs. Hagen introduced her to them earlier and when she introduced herself, her voice was low. Ezekiel could tell how shy she was. They sat her next to him and when he introduced himself, she just gave him a smile and nodded her head. 

“That’s great, please take care of my Alena, she’s a little shy.” Michelle held Alena’s hand since she was standing right beside her.

“Umma,” Alena whined.

Bryan snickered and wrapped an arm around his younger sister. “Please do, she’ll be buried in her books otherwise.” 

Alena shrugged off her brother, and glared at him. “May I be excused?” Alena asked Michelle.

“Alena, we have guests over.” Michelle frowned. 

“Please? Nick is finally online and he hasn’t been on for days.”

“Arasso (okay).” 

“It was nice to meet you all.” Alena glanced over at Angel before walking back to her room. 

“She’s having a hard time with the move. She was very close to my husband’s co-worker’s son.” Michelle explained. 

Angel watched her till she disappeared. He would like to think he was sensible at times, but he knew why they asked EZ. They were in the same class. She looked so weak and fragile. He had this urge to get to know her, he was curious about her. 

But she was a child. He didn’t have time for kids, even though she was only three years younger than him. 

Besides, she would be Ezekiel’s best friend before he knew it.

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The next two weeks, Angel expected to have a new companion when he picked up his younger brother from school. But she never came. He didn’t ask, until one day, she was walking in front of them.

“Thought mom said to look out for her?” Angel nodded his head towards Alena. 

“Yeah right, she won’t even talk to me.” EZ scoffed. “Every time I try to talk to her, she replies to me and then just goes back to reading or something. When I try to sit with her during lunch, she doesn’t really say much to me. I mean, I stay, but it’s like talking to a wall.”

Angel was impressed. Everyone fell for EZ’s good boy charms. 

Now he was intrigued.

He walked up to her, falling into step with her. She looked over at him and thought Angel was just passing by. She looked ahead again and could not wait to get home. The heat was unbearable and she wasn’t happy with where she was. She didn’t understand why they had to go to Santo Padre while her father stayed in San Diego. She knew it was for work, but why couldn’t they stay with him? But maybe it was better this way, especially since her father wasn’t exactly a model father, regardless, he was still her father. 

“You walk awfully fast.” She heard someone say. 

Alena blinked a few times and looked over at, was his name Angel? She realized he was talking.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. You walk really fast.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” Alena continued walking instead of pausing. Nick could only be online for a certain amount of hours and she wanted to catch him.

“No, figured you’d want some company while you walk home. We live across the street from one another.” Angel pointed out.

“I’m okay, thank you.” She dismissed him without much of a look.

“Well, we kind of promise your mother we would look after you, so tough shit, we’re walking together.” Alena didn’t reply and continued walking. Angel attempted to make small talk with her and she didn’t reply. “You don’t want to talk? That’s cool, I don’t mind walking in silence.” He looked back at EZ who rolled his eyes.

When they got to Alena’s house she didn’t say a word and went inside. Michelle watched as Alena went inside but her eyes lit up when she saw EZ and Angel.

“Hello boys! Thank you for walking my Alena home!” Michelle knew Alena was reserved and didn’t trust many people. Though, she was incredibly kind and once she let you in, she would move mountains for you. 

“No worries at all Mrs. Kim!” Angel replied before they crossed the street.

Alena definitely intrigued him now. If she didn’t want to talk, that was fine. He liked talking and she would eventually break.

Another two weeks passed and Angel began to look forward to his walks with Alena. She didn’t talk much, but she was never rude to him. She laughed at his jokes and just listened. Whenever he pressed her to talk, she didn’t want to. She kept to herself. EZ said she started talking to him, so at least their lunches weren’t as awkward and she made a friend with one of the girls in class. But again, Alena kept to herself.

“How was school today?” Angel questioned as he walked next to Alena.

“It was good.” Alena held the straps of her backpack as she walked.

“Make any friends?” He teased.

Alena laughed. “No, but I will definitely let you know when I do.”

“Oh, I got you something.” Angel maneuvered his backpack so it was in front of him. He opened it and took out the bag of Hot Cheetos with lime. “I know they’re your favorite cause much like your brother, your taste buds are burned with all the spicy food you two eat.”

Alena took the bag and thanked Angel. “You don’t have to do this you know.”

“I know, but I’ll get you to warm up to me. You’ll see.”

Alena just didn’t tell him that she already warmed up to him, she looked forward to their walks. She even started talking to Ezekiel because he didn’t seem so bad. He was competitive and could be a prick, but he wasn’t terrible at all.

But she favored Angel. 

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Angel’s eyes shot open when he heard the persistent knocking on his window. It was midnight and it was a school night. Who the fuck was knocking on his window? He walked over and found Alena standing outside of his window.

“Alena? What’s going on?” He questioned. 

“Sorry, I, I didn’t know where else to go.” She was crying, wiping her tears away as soon as she fell. “Sorry, you were sleeping.”

“No, it’s okay, come on.” Angel helped her climb through the window. “You okay?”

“My father just came home intoxicated and, um,” Alena lifted her shirt. 

Angel gasped when he saw the bruise forming. “Alena,” he breathed out. He reached out to touch her skin, but she put her shirt down.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Alena pleaded. “It was an accident and it doesn’t happen often.” Angel couldn’t believe she was making excuses for her father.  Actually, he could believe it.

“Let me get some ice.” 

Angel walked over to the kitchen and was surprised hid mother was awake with Michelle. “Is Alena in your room?” Michelle questioned. 

“Uh, yes, did you want me to tell her to come out?” Angel questioned, looking over at his mother who gave him a warm smile. 

“No, that’s okay Angel, please take care of her.” Angel felt terrible seeing such a broken smile on Michelle’s usually cheerful demeanor.

“I will.”

And he did.

Whenever Alena’s father came home drunk, she would escape through her window and cross the street to Angel’s. She would sleep under the covers and he would sleep on top, not wanting to make Alena feel uncomfortable. Eventually, she let him hold her and Alena would be able to sleep soundly. Sometimes, he had practice for football on Saturday’s and when he did, he made sure to not awaken Alena. 

Every time Alena’s father came home intoxicated, Alena ran to the Reyes’, well to Angel. Angel never interacted with her father often, but from what he gathered, he moved his family here so he could frolic with another woman in San Diego. Michelle didn’t seem fazed and stayed with him due to his continual support that he gave them.

Monica, Angel’s high school girlfriend, never knew she came to him whenever her father came home drunk. It wasn’t often and Angel didn’t feel that Monica needed to know that about Alena.

This was when Angel and Alena’s bond deepened. Alena began to lean to him more, her own brother not liking this closeness for his own selfish reasons, but he was glad Alena had someone. She didn’t have many friends, Bryan could attest to that, but it seemed like for her, she didn’t need anyone since she had Angel.

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Over the years, Angel and Alena became closer and closer. Alena leaned on Angel whenever she had her family trouble and with school, well, she breezed through and always showed up EZ, which made Angel proud. 

And when Angel needed Alena, well, she was right there just as much as he was.

Angel walked in Alena’s room, not bothering to knock. He found her sleeping with her arm hanging off the edge. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, not being able to resist teasing her. He quietly walked over to her, getting on all fours to crawl towards her. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled her hand causing Alena to jump, awakening quickly as Angel laughed.

“Angel!” She yelled out. Michelle was so used to Angel scaring her youngest, it didn’t even make her rush to the room. 

“I’m sorry.” He managed to say in between his laughs. He wiped the tears that came to his eyes. He pushed her so that he could sit on her bed with her.

“I thought you were going with your family to Arizona?” Alena didn’t expect to see Angel till after the weekend. 

“No, I decided to stay behind.” Angel was old enough to stay behind and Michelle promised to check on him. Well, Angel was bunking it with Bryan.

“How did you manage to convince your parents to let you stay home?” Alena questioned.

“I told them I had a project due, which I got lectured for since I didn’t finish it earlier to go support EZ.” Angel scoffed. “EZ this, EZ that, told you EZ is the golden child.”

And he truly felt that way.

He was the eldest, yet he felt inadequate. Whatever he did failed in comparison to his younger brother. He was proud of his little brother, he was an amazing baseball player, but he was an amazing football player as well. He didn’t feel as if his parents put as much effort when it came to his games.

Hell, to him at all.

Alena frowned. She knew how much Angel felt like an outsider in his family. Marisol made it a point to always go out of her way and show Angel she truly loved him, but it was hard when the idea had already bloomed. Though, Angel never treated EZ any different. He was still his big brother and protected. It was EZ and Alena’s first year in high school while Angel was slated to graduate this year. Alena had to admit it was nice to have Angel at the same school as her.

She didn’t hang out with him often, but he made it a point to eat lunch with her and walk home with her. At times, he had her wait for him after practice just so he could be certain that she gets home safely. It was insane, he knew, but he’s grown attached to Alena. And he was happy that Monica got along well with Alena, which might be the reason they’ve lasted as long as they have.

“Angel, you know that’s not true, your parents love going to your games. I know why you feel that way, but you know if you had a game out of town they would definitely come and support you.” EZ had a two day camp in Arizona that he was invited to since he was a prospect. The same thing happened with Angel a year ago and she remembered it well since it was the first time she ever traveled with the Reyes’. She loved watching Angel play, so it was nice to see him in his element.

“Come on cielo, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m almost an adult.” His jokes came as some sort of defense mechanism, Alena knew that. 

“Angel, I’m serious. I know it’s easy to feel that way and I know how long you’ve been feeling that way, but your parents love you and they support you too.” Alena scooted closer to him so that her body was leaning against him. 

Angel knew he might be irrational, but at times, it was hard to feel supported. Yet, when he turned to the Kim’s, he always felt their support. Michelle attended his games with Alena and Bryan. They were always there and they would all go out for pizza after. 

“Do you love me cielo?”

“You know I do.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

And for some reason, that’s all Angel needed. The adoration he saw from Alena, it was unconditional and she was always there to hold his hand when he needed her. He no longer felt alone. She came on family trips and made him feel like he belonged and was wanted. He shouldn’t even say that since his parents did show him some love, but he could see the favoritism. 

For Alena? He was number one. EZ didn’t even exist on her radar. 

But that wasn’t the reason he adored Alena.

Alena was always different for him. She didn’t drift to EZ, hell, she didn’t drift to him. He had to force himself into her life, but he didn’t care. 

His life changed when he met Alena and he looked forward to what else his cielo would bring to him.