#the bicep holy mother of christ i am so

[lvlystars]

je suis not okay.

je suis thrashing on the floor like a fish out of the sea.

je suis so down bad for this man it's not even the slightest bit funny anymore.

[kissme-hs]

𝒮𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓎 {𝒸.𝑒}

This concept has been on my mind from a long long time. I just get so fucking turned on seeing him in that gorgeous beard oh my sweet lord. I was going to post it tomorrow but oh well, also i didn’t proof read so pardon me for the mistakes. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog :))

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.05k

Warning: 18+ smut, oral sex fem receiving and giving, filthy talk, fingering, unprotected sex etc.

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He looked breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. The way he was sprawled on his mother’s couch that was situated in front of the fire place made your mouth water whilehis other family members gathered around sitting comfortably on a spot that makes them warm.

His thick thighs looked so inviting and his arm that rested on the couch top, every flex made his veins move and his hands that ghosted over your neck made you shiver. He run his knuckles on the back of your neck as you turn your head to face him to see him smiling at you.

What a bastard.

And that beard that adorned his cheek, holy Christ only if you could push his head between your legs and let his mouth slurp on your aching throbbing core until your legs are trembling and shaking and you’re begging him to stop.

You found yourself ashamed of getting lost in your deep thoughts of wild fantasy—basically eye fucking the Lisa’s son while his whole family was around present in the room chatting with you two, well mostly him because you were way too tied up in yourself and your pressed together thighs that you were barely fathoming any word that they uttered.

But how could you not?

He looked like an absolute sex god, with his Andy Barber phase fluffy hair and that beard. That navy blue t-shirt that seemed a little tight on him showing you his ever muscle and highlighting his biceps.

And again there you were, thinking about how good it’s feel when his arms are around your waist while he pounds mercilessly into you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you clutch onto this biceps wanting to release.

But oh that beard.

Though you wanted to feel it in between your legs, there was no possible way to describe how bad you wanted to feel it against your lips. Your fingers ached to grab onto his cheeks as your tongue plays with his whilst his hand grabs onto your titties as they usually do.

Snapping out of your wild thinking you found your lower lip tucked between your teeth and a noticeable change in the pace of your breathing. You knew you need it, need to feel him.

“Um, excuse me?” You said out of nowhere cutting of Chris’s childhood story that he was busy telling Scott’s boyfriend. Your sudden action made him furrow his eyebrows as you felt his eyes follow you out of the living room disappearing in the corridor. He turned his head back to meet his mother’s worries facial expression.

“Is she okay chris? Go check on her”

He nods obliging his mother and his own worry towards you as to why you had to excuse yourself from the room full of people you adored. Maybe it was a little stomach bug, he thought.

His bare feet pads over the hardwood floor as he stops when comes across the bathroom far away from the people talking in living area, he knocks on the door twice.

“Baby, honey are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” no you’re not. You need him.

“Baby let me in” he nudges the door gently only to be disappointed when he notices it’s locked. Sighing he faces close to the door.

“Cmon sweetie”

The concern that dripped down his voice made you feel guilty as you open the door, but as soon as you come across his beautifully handsome face, the brightest blue eyes, the perfect nose and the plumpest lips you couldn’t help but pull him inside with a strong tug and close the door behind him.

You did take him by surprise, but it wasn’t anything compared to when your fingers started fiddling with the buckle of his belt trying to get it lose open, your lips attaching to the veins on his neck as you press your body firmly against his.

He took the sign. After all he did know you like the back of his hand.

So when you finally succeeded in not only getting his pants down his legs but also managing to get him rock hard with just your feathery kisses on his delicate skin of neck your lips turned up in a little smirk until his fingers lifted your face up by your cheek to meet his eyes.

The dilated pupils burned into yours while he stared at you—now with lust, concern washed away long time back.

“What’s got you so worked up huh?” He spoked pulling your groin close to him, close enough for you to feel his growing bulge.

“I- this” you whispered biting your lips as your eyes shift’s their gaze from his eyes to his beard and then down to the swell in his pants, well aware of how intense effect it had on Chris. ‘Makes me lose my mind and bend you over until I fuck you like a slut’ says Chris. Your hand grabs over his jeans as you rubbed your palm against it making him shut his eyes close, lashed resting beautifully on the apple of his cheek as he leans his head back against the door, giving you a perfect access to his exposed neck.

Thanking the heels that you still had on it made it no difficult for you (which usually is due to the height difference) to bring your lips close to the veins popping on his neck and placing opened mouth kisses. You knew neck kisses drives him nuts, and you were in no shock when you felt his big hands grab your butt and giving it a rough squeeze causing you to moan which you quickly covered by biting down on his shoulder.

 “fuck” that’s all he could manage to utter the minute you got down on your knees within a blink of an eye. With his belt already undone it made it easier for you to just slide his jeans down along with the boxers, too worked up to tease him now.

As soon as the cotton material of his boxers came down his thick thighs, his hard shaft sprung against his lower belly. Red tip, leaking and veins clearly visible due to the hardness watered your mouth.

 “Go on baby, take that fucking cock in your little mouth” he said through gritted teeth trying to be as hushed as possible with his family only mere steps away. Collecting your hair in his hands he forced your face up to look at him and you did, in every filthy way possible. With your eyes staring at him through your lashes, you grabbed his thick shaft and gave it a good few pump which already trembled his whole body before licking it from the bottom all the way to the top, not breaking the eye contact. And once you reached his aching swollen tip, you licked the slit collected the salty juices and tapped his heavy cocked on your stuck out tongue.

 It looked nothing less than a porn scene, with you on your knees sucking his cock in his mother’s bathroom while he’s leaning on the door holding your hair in his hand pushing your head further to feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, his face covered in the most satisfied expression. Swear could’ve had a million hits.

 Your wrist moved around his base ever so lightly adding a little pressure even then so squeezing it making his body jump with pleasure. And your other hand rolled his balls in the palm of your hand while you drooled on his cock with his every thrust, gagging.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock like the slut you are” he moaned fucking your mouth as you continued deepthroating not caring about the tears that ran down your face smudging your mascara and his thick dick ruining your lipstick. Pulling him out of your hollowed cheek with a ‘pop’ you lowered your face to take his ball in your mouth.

With his dick held up with your hand you sucked on his balls, licking them with your tongue whilst his eyes stay fixed on you, observing your every move, you lips, the way you hollowed your cheek and suckled on his thick shaft effortlessly made his muscles clench and soon he was cumming down your throat.

Pulling away with strings of your saliva from your lips you wiped the mess with the back of your hand after gulping down every drop of his cum you stood up straight and the second after his lips were hot and heavy on your swollen ones.

Kissing you heard before biting down your lower lip he pulled away.

“Meet me out in 5 minutes, we’re leaving right now!” and with that he fixed his hair and left you alone in the bathroom to collect yourself, fix your look and follow him out where you were met by pair of questioning eyes.

“I’m good guys, just an upset stomach”

“yeah ma I am gonna take her home, she needs to rest. Thanks for the dinner and see you soon” kissing his mother’s head he hugged everyone goodbye as you did too before you guys collected your belongs with your coats and wallet and found your way to his black SUV.

Once seated inside you could feel the sexual tension rising between you two as you buckled yourself in, trying your best way possible to look innocent.

He does the same, buckling himself in and driving off his mother’s driveway onto the main road. Gaze fixed on the road, hand gripping the wheel tightly almost as if he’s trying to control another orgasm.

“you couldn’t wait could you” he asked head straight ahead.

“no”

“why”

“you looked hot”

“what made you so horny”

“your beard”

“what about it?” stopping at the red signal he finally turned his head to have a look at your face. Flushed up and looking ever red with the back lights of the cars in front. You bite your lip once again out of habit this time, something you do when you’re either nervous or just horny, which in this case you were to the extreme.

“i-I just can’t stop thinking about your face between m-“

“here?” he cut you off, when his hands pulled your legs apart in a swift motion and his fingers dipped down inside your panties. He could feel the wetness of your socked panties on the back of his hand as he slowly draws circle on your throbbing clit. Your hand gripping his wrist as you spread your legs further apart allowing him more access.

“Yes, fuck I wanna feel your beard on my skin while you eat me out baby. Wanna feel you so good in me tonight.” You moaned as the car stopped at another red signal, the one just before you exits the main road for you house and this time he couldn’t control his eagerness so leaning over he grabs the back of your neck and hides his face in it, kissing the gentle skin with roughness and impatience.

His teeth dug in your skin, biting and nipping gently causing you to let you head fall on the window as his hand rubs your pussy and lips kisses your neck.

Oh how amazing it felt feeling the scruffiness of his beard on your skin. Just like you wanted.

“shit” Chris muttered under his breath when he heard the car behind honk, probably because he didn’t pay attention when the red turned green and he raced the car down the room stopping straight at your big driveway. And the way from the porch of the house all the way to the bedroom was a complete rush. With clothes discarded on the floor and your mouth attached together not breaking apart to even breath he pushed you up against the wall of your bedroom.

Hands held on your either side his lips left yours leaving you breathless to make their way down from your jawline to the crook of your neck. His facial hair did tickle you ever so then but again the rubbing of it against your supple skin felt amazing and you could feel yourself dripping down a little with the arousal.

His hands that were holding yours now supported your bum as he lifted you up with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Your front rubbing against his belly probably smudging your wetness around his, you enjoyed the feeling of it while lasted before he threw you on the bed and his body hovered you the second within.

“Gonna eat that fucking pussy so good baby” he said as he eyed your body with those lusty eyes but soon he had to break his gaze when he felt you pull him down by his dangling necklace.

“I want you to eat me until I tell you to stop” You whispered against his ear and boy he felt his dick twitch. And your wish was his command, so his lips made their way down your neck to your perched up nipples. Grabbing your right titty in his hand he rolled it against his palm while his lips suckled on your left nipple. His eyes closed breathing heavy as he lets go of it and attacks the other pebble hard nipple.

His warm tongue felt amazing on your sensitive buds while it flicked and rolled your nipple around making your arch your back. Hands grabbing his soft brown hair pushing his head down to where you needed the most making him chuckle as he placed tinny kisses down the way to your pussy.

“eager little slut you are” he whispered and pushed your legs apart, your core glistened with the wetness that caused which made his mouth water to get a taste of that beauty. Throwing your leg over his shoulder he kissed your inner thighs softly and slowly making you roll your hips with growing impatience.

“please” you whined

“please what?”

“please tongue me, eat me out baby” you pushed his face down with any shame one your core.

Smiling to self he took a deep sniff of your aroused sex that drove him insane before laying his tongue flat against your lips, pushing through up and licking the juices up. The saliva that his tongue carried made it easier for him to glide it along your smooth skin stopping when it felt the bundle of nerve.

Knowing you and your body with like the back of his hand never failed him to find your clit. In fact he didn’t need to find it, after being together for all these years it would be shame if he didn’t.

“such a tasty cunt” he moaned against your pussy before sucking up on your clit and pulling on it until you squirmed beneath him. Pushing your hips down by his hand he held your waist as while his tongue flicks over and over against your aching core. His beard rubbing on your skin tickled it again but how could you complaint.

His lips on your cunt felt incredible. And your pussy tasted delicious on his tongue. If he could, he would eat you out every month which he possibly could.

Holding your tit in your hand you kept your eyes shut feeling the plump of his lips around your pussy until his tongue dipped inside your opening hitching your breath.

“shit baby oh my god, just like that. Tongue fuck this pussy of yours”

The words of appreciation boosted his ego like a rocket and his tongue paced up. Dipping in and out and then slurping the juices off your pussy soon to be replaced by long slender finger that stretch you out deliciously.

Feeling your tight silky walls against his fingers as he pumped them in keeping his mouth on your core he felt the growing neediness in himself, as much he wanted to taste your sweet cum on his tongue dripping down his chin and slurp every drop of it, he also wanted to put his hard dick inside you and fuck until you cannot walk.

So detaching himself from your cunt (which was a bit sad for him) he was once again pulled down by you attaching your lips on him, tasting your own sweet self. You knew he wanted to fuck you, you knew his dick was probably aching by now with hardness so you pumped his shaft from in between your bodies before lining himself in front of you.

“nuh huh, slut gets the rough way” and with that he flipped you over on your belly and held your hips up, basically face down ass up and without a further word he pushed himself inside of you.

Grabbing you by your waist he thrusted inside you moving your body to match his rhythm as you did. His every thrust outstretch you so gracefully as he licked his hand and across your thigh placed it on your clit so he could rub the nerve bud.

“You feel so good oh my god” he moaned rocking his hips forward into yours as you kept your face hidden in the pillow, your tits bouncing with ever push he gave you. It wasn’t later than that when you felt the coil in your stomach burning up, he did leave you before without a release so it was no shame that you felt yourself on the edge of within 15 minutes of his dick inside you.

And even Chris was close, the soft cushiony walls and the continuous clenches squeezed and warmed his cock making his toe curls as he lowered himself against your back kissing your shoulder. You knew he was close, the minute he starts softening up from all dom that’s the time he his about to cum.

So taking in the sign you gave him a one hard clench followed up by his rough push that hit your G-spot to the utter level of pleasure that your legs trembled and soon you were coming undone with him. His cum dripped down your thigh as he laid on top on your back not pulling out, enjoying the now innocent moment of intimacy with the person he loves.

“I’m never shaving again”

“Bold of you to assume you were even allowed to”

[icyharrington]

Is It Wrong?- The Epilogue (Michael Langdon X Reader)

HELLO ALL!!! here is the long-awaited epilogue to finally finish the is it wrong series. i sincerely hope y’all enjoy this, and i am SO sorry for taking forever to write this!! i had some kind of mental block stopping me, but i finally forced myself to sit down and JUST DO IT. i wanna thank every last one of you who’ve supported this series of filth, especially the ones who’ve been here since the beginning. when i published that first chapter, i never realized just how much joy this fucked up little story would bring into my life. y’all are the best. 

plot: it’s been 5 years since your whirlwind fuckfest-turned-romance with your stepbrother, michael langdon, came to its angst-filled end. life is good, but there’s just one thing missing.

warnings: fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, post-high school au, fluff, some angst, cursing/talk of sexual shit/yanno the deal lmao. no smut..... IM SORRY LOL IT JUST DIDN’T FIT INTO WHAT I HAD PLANNED!!! but i hope y’all still like it regardless lmao

word count: 4k

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You looked out the window and onto the rain-slick city streets, captivated by the way the rows of glowing neon signs reflected in the puddles, and you smiled.

Everything was as it should be.

Sandwiched between your two best friends in the back of the Uber, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at the thought that you’d made it. You’d graduated college, managed to land your dream job, and, most recently, you’d finally been able to get yourself a spacious apartment in the city you loved most. It was the first time in your life that you’d ever felt truly in control of things.

Tonight was a celebration of those accomplishments; you and your friends had arranged to go to the bars by your new apartment that night and get shitfaced like you were college freshmen again, just enjoying each other’s company. You could already feel the warmth of the shots of Fireball you’d pregamed with earlier that night, cheeks flushed and rosy. Life was good.

The Uber screeched to a halt in front of the bar, your friends’ resulting drunken squeals drowning out the rap song that drifted loudly through the speakers. You grinned, waving a quick goodbye to the bored-looking driver before dispensing onto the street with your group, one by one.

Through the glass windows, you saw a lively scene; it seemed as though you’d chosen the perfect night to go out. The bar was dim, lit with overhead lights that shifted from color to color, a band stationed at the stage in full action. People danced, drank, sang; you could see couples making out sloppily in booths. This was going to be a fun night.

Outside the bar stood two skinny boys, dressed casually in ripped jeans and band t-shirts, who you were nearly certain were underage. They chatted as they smoked cigarettes, seemingly unfazed by the chilly breeze and light drizzle coming down over their mops of overgrown hair. One of them, the lighter-haired one of the pair, almost reminded you of…

“Hey ladies,” said one, blowing cigarette smoke from the corner of his mouth with a smirk. You could feel his alcohol-glossed eyes travel up and down your body, drinking in your fishnet-clad legs and prominent curves, accentuated in a maroon leather miniskirt. “You trying to have some fun?”

At this, you and your friends erupted into giggles, long fingernails gripping at each other’s forearms as you fought to balance yourselves.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” your friend said, resulting in a fresh wave of laughter.

Ignoring the boys’ scowls, you continued inside, sighing in relief at the warmth, which was only reinstated by the slew of sweaty bodies flowing throughout the building. The music was loud- perhaps not the most accurate in terms of pitch, but it was certainly good enough to dance to, and, luckily, you were in a dancing mood.

“You shoulda gave them your number,” your friend joked as you made your way to the bar, her voice raised so you could hear her above the noise. “When’s the last time you’ve gotten laid?”

You rolled your eyes. Ever since you’d broken up with your ex a year before, your friends had been nagging you to engage in causal hookups to help you get over him- they’d tried setting you up with any single man they could get their hands on, and had even gone as far as creating a Tinder page in your name. In all honesty, you had no interest in men at the moment; you were far more focused on your career, which was your top priority for now. Sure, you got horny sometimes, but wasn’t that what vibrators were made for? You were twenty-two. You had your whole life ahead of you to find some good dick.

Besides, most men you’d been with in the past could hardly satisfy you, so it seemed almost better to do things on your own. The only man you’d ever actually enjoyed being with was…

You flinched, pained by your second reminder of a certain blond-haired fuckboy that night. Even now, nearly five years since the last time you’d seen him, it hurt to think of his name.

“Three Sex on the Beaches, please,” your friend said to the bartender, before turning back to look at you. “Sounds like something you’re in need of.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, drumming your fingers on the wooden surface as you turned to watch the band, which seemed to be some kind of punk-pop-rock hybrid, the members decked in leather and chains.

“You know I’m right,” your friend shouted, running her manicured fingernails through her hair as she craned her neck to look at the bartender over her shoulder. “Hey, the bartender’s pretty cute. And he even kind of seems like your type.”

You glanced back disinterestedly, hardly breaking your attention from the band to look at the man in question. Right now his back was to you, and he appeared to be talking to some drunk girls as he fixed your drinks; his blond hair was slightly outgrown, fraying out in unkempt curls at the base of his neck, toned bicep flexing under the thin shield of his form-fitting white t-shirt as he reached for a bottle of peach schnapps.

From what you could see, he did seem like your type- almost too much so, it almost starting to creep you out how similar this guy looked to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You looked away.

“Oh yeah, he is cute,” your other friend said, leaning her elbows back on the bar. “(Y/n), you should pull some moves on him.”

You groaned. “Why are you guys so obsessed with getting me fucked?”

“Because, (y/n). You’re gonna get cobwebs down there if you don’t get your shit clapped soon. Eventually you’re just gonna forget how to fuck altogether,” your friend said, her voice earnest.

“Yeah,” agreed your other friend. “Your vag is gonna close up like a pierced ear when you forget to put in earrings for too long.”

“Three sex on the beaches?” came an amused-sounding voice from behind you, and within the first few syllables of the man’s sentence, you could feel your throat start to close up. You knew that voice anywhere, raspy and rich and warm, even five years since you’d last heard it. But… how? Michael was in California. It had to be some kind of doppleganger working behind the bar. But damn, that was uncanny…

You were almost afraid to turn around, doing so reluctantly, too nervous to care about the fact that you were gnawing all your vampy lipstick off your bottom lip.

“Yeah, that’s ours,” said your friend brightly, accepting her glass, and you decided to rip the band-aid off, forcing your body to turn all the way around.

“So you ladies like sex on the be- (Y/N)?”

Holy ever loving mother of christ. It was him. It was actually. Fucking. Him.

There behind the bar, with plump lips agape and saucer-wide baby-blue eyes, was Michael Langdon, looking almost exactly the same as you remembered. Now, though, most of the baby fat had gone from his face, with one silver earring dangling from his left ear and stubble shadowing his even-more-defined (if that was even possible) jawline. Your mouth went dry, opening and closing as you racked your brain for something to say, heart racing so quickly in your chest you thought you might drop dead at any moment.

“You guys know each other?” your friend asked after several seconds of silence, stretching past you to exchange a glance with your other friend, an immaculately-drawn eyebrow poised in concern.

“Uh- yeah. We, um. Michael, why are you here?” The words didn’t come out exactly the way you’d planned for them to, but his presence had you tongue-tied. In a matter of seconds, you felt like you were eighteen again, broken-hearted and in love and overflowing with red-hot hormones all at once.

“I- (y/n), why are you here?” You could tell that Michael’s lips were beginning to creep into a smirk, and your stomach dipped.

“I just moved to the city,” you said, gripping the edge of the bar and breathing slowly to try and calm yourself. You’d fantasized about finding yourself in this very situation so many sleepless nights before (not that you’d ever admit it), but never had you really expected for something like this to happen. This had to be some sort of profound universe-aligning moment of fate or something, because this was all way too fucking weird to be a coincidence. “I got a job near here. I thought you were in California?”

Michael shook his head with a shrug, sliding your drink across the bar towards you as your friends watched on with quiet fascination. “Haven’t lived there since- damn, has it been three years now? Yeah, I kind of dropped out of college.”

Not really surprising, you thought, relaxing a bit as you lifted your drink to your lips. Michael never had really struck you as a college type.

“So how’d you end up here?” you asked through a wince. The taste of vodka was strong on your tongue even despite the compensating ingredients of your drink, and you still hadn’t managed to get used to the taste of hard liquor even after four years of college.

“Well, I ended up meeting this girl at a party and we became like, boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever,” he said with a half eye-roll, as if he was too cool to admit to something as sensitive as being in a relationship. “But she was in college and I was like, in a band, which didn’t really end up working out, and then she graduated and got a job offer here in the city.”

You licked your lips, picturing Michael as the front man of a rock band, pushing sweaty strands of blond hair back from his forehead as he gripped a microphone with one calloused hand. If only he’d had the talent to match with the look.

“So I was still living with my mom and I needed an excuse to move out, so… I moved with her.” He gave a nonchalant shrug, shirt pulling up slightly at the hem and exposing a sliver of his smooth, firm torso; you were almost ashamed that your mouth began to water.

You tried to ignore the inkling of- jealousy, was it? No, not jealousy, that word was far too harsh for what you were feeling- surrounding the idea that Michael had moved here for a girl, and you went to wash it away with another sip of alcohol. It’d been years. You needed to get over yourself.

“So you live with her now?” you asked coolly, or as coolly as you could manage, looking down into the muddy-organgey abyss of your Sex on the Beach. Your friends, having apparently picked up on the fact that you were in the middle of a very important conversation with a very important person, had taken it upon themselves to join the small crowd surrounding the stage, leaving the two of you alone.

“Fuck no. She ended up fucking my best friend. But I already had this job and I liked the scenery so I stuck around. Wasn’t like there was anything better waiting for me in California.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Now you know how I felt when you fucked (b/f/n).”

“Oh come on, give me a break. I was eighteen. And she had great tits.” He was leaning forward on his elbow now, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and grinning at you. “Admit it. You were just mad ‘cause you wanted to be the one to get the pipe.”

You snorted, trying not to think too deep into the warm, fuzzy feeling that was starting to flourish in the pit of your stomach and travel up towards your fluttering heart. “Oh, please. I used to fucking hate you.”

“Yeah, but you definitely didn’t hate fucking me,” he said with a wink, pink tongue darting out to wet his full bottom lip. “Though I definitely don’t blame you. I was a huge fuckboy.”

“Was?” you joked, taking another sip. Your eyes fell to a small tattoo on his inner forearm- a simple four-leafed clover, which you secretly thought looked sexy on him.

“Still got that smart mouth, I see,” Michael said, pale eyes glinting with a familiar mischievousness that you hadn’t realized you’d missed until right then. “There must be a lucky guy on the receiving end of all that attitude.”

“Nope,” you said flatly, flipping your hair over your shoulder and leaning forward, perhaps subconsciously hoping for your cleavage to become a bit more pronounced. “Men bore me these days.”

“Men? Or just all men who aren’t me?” He flashed you a devious sideways grin, and your mouth fell open at his boldness. “You’re looking pretty good tonight, baby sis.”

“Hmm. I don’t think that title is quite accurate anymore,” you retorted, hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered his usage of the old pet name had gotten you- apparently he still had that particular talent intact. “But you don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?” He glanced down at his shirt, which you only just now noticed was stained with some kind of brown liquor. “Not exactly the kind of thing you’d want to be wearing when running into your first love.”

Your heart stirred in your chest, and you could see Michael’s cool smile fade into a panicked wince. First love. You were Michael’s first love.

“First love, huh?” you said softly, tilting your head to one side to regard all of Michael’s handsome features at once. There’d always been some semblance of hope, deep in your belly, that Michael’s feelings for you all those years ago had surpassed simple lust and teenage hormones, but you’d of course had your doubts.

“Well, I mean. Not love, but like. You know.” Michael lifted one hand to scratch the back of his neck, and you could almost swear you saw a dusting of pink cross his porcelain cheeks. “Actually, I mean, yeah. You kind of were my first love. Kinda fucked up that my first love was my stepsister, but…”

“Well, you were my first love too. Unfortunately. You put me through hell, you know that?” You were only half-joking, idly twirling a strand of (h/c) hair around your finger, shifting your weight onto one leg to jut out your hip.

“God, yeah. I know. I suck.” He shook his head, loose waves falling to obscure his hooded eyes, and quickly he tucked it back behind his ears. “I really am sorry, you know.”

You shrugged. “We were just stupid, horny teenagers. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I mean, but I never really stopped feeling guilty about the way I treated you. You gave me so many chances that I never deserved,” he said, leaning in close so he didn’t have to scream for you to hear him. “You were the perfect girl for me and I took you for granted.”

“Well, like I said…” you paused to take a swig of your drink, nursing your light intoxication, which had affected you to the point where the flavor of alcohol no longer made you cringe. “We were stupid teenagers. And I was very stupid to keep taking you back. Especially after that god awful Applebee’s date.”

He laughed, and your insides warmed at the sound, a light giggle that you only ever reserved for crushes unintentionally passing your lips. Why did this all feel so right?

“Look, I was broke, okay?” He moved in a little closer, crystal blue eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment you thought- or, rather, hoped- that maybe he’d kiss you. Of course, you knew that such a prospect was only wishful thinking, but still you felt a sting of disappointment when he didn’t.  “But I can promise you that if I took you out now, it wouldn’t be to Applebee’s.”

You took a second to respond, your clouded mind trying to figure whether or not that’d just been a proposition of sorts. Fuck it. “You might just have to prove that to me.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, this time a little softer than his usual devilish smirk. “A girl like you really wants some loser bartender to take her out?”

You cocked your head. “A girl like me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, look at you.” He sighed, dragging his gaze up and down your body, which you had to admit looked pretty bangin’ in the outfit you’d chosen for tonight. “I mean, it goes without saying that you’re a fuckin’ ten. But you’re also smart. And successful.”

“How do you know I’m successful?” There was a tiny part of you that was eating this up, having the once-big-and-bad Michael Langdon practically crawl at your feet. “I never even told you what I do for a living.”

“I just assumed, since you said you just moved here, and we both know this city ain’t cheap. But I always knew you’d be successful. I mean, you’ve always known how to go after what you want.” he said. “Plus that outfit looks expensive as hell.”

At this, you struck a dramatic pose, having drank enough that you didn’t really care about making yourself look stupid. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was expensive as hell, but it definitely was worth a few paychecks.”

Michael clicked his tongue but chuckled, a longing expression apparent on his sculpted face. “You’re out of my league.”

You scoffed, slurping up the last of your drink. “I don’t believe in leagues. I mean, I pulled you when we were in high school, didn’t I?”

“You were out of my league then, too.”

“Oh, please.” Such a statement was enough to make you laugh out loud, perhaps a bit too loudly, but you thought that might’ve been propelled by the fact that you were pretty damn drunk now. You shoved the now-empty glass towards Michael, settling your hands on your hips. “You were like, the hottest guy in school.”

He raised a brow, a cocky half-smile stretching across his lips. “Oh yeah?”

You hiccuped (you always had been a lightweight). “Duh.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, picking up your glass and bringing it off to the side to be cleaned. When he returned, he was brandishing a bottle of Windex and a stained washcloth, which was draped effortlessly over one broad shoulder. For a reason that could not, for the life of you, be explained, this view of Michael compelled you to squeeze your thighs together.

“You know,” said Michael slowly, spraying the wooden surface of the bar with chemical blue, “it’s kind of creeping me out how weird this all is. Like, us both ending up here. After five years.”

“I know, right?” Your eyes fell onto Michael’s veined hand, gripping the cloth that was now being used to rub down the bar, and you fought back the sudden urge to run your fingers over it. “I mean, it’s like, everything is aligning so perfectly. It has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

“Didn’t we say that to each other? That night on the beach right before our parents split? That if things were meant to work out, they would one day.” He sucked his lips into his mouth, taking in a sharp inhale and letting his head fall back towards the ceiling.

“It’s like everything’s finally fallen into place.” You breathed, allowing the amalgamated scent of liquor and cigarettes and cleaning chemicals to consume you, hips swaying back and forth to the mellow cover song the band was playing, imperfect but beautiful. “We’d be stupid not to try things again.”

“We would, wouldn’t we?” Michael said, tossing the rag off to the side once he’d finished his cleaning, the surface of the bar now so shiny you could practically see your reflection in it. “I promise this time, if you really want to give me a second chance, I won’t fuck things up. I’ll treat you how you should’ve always been treated.”

There was something about the look in his eyes that made you believe him.

From the crowd by the stage came a chorus of voices, most off-key, as they began to sing along to the band’s cover song, which you were certain you’d heard before, but couldn’t quite place when.

And all that is now

“Hey, I love this song,” Michael said suddenly, as if it hadn’t just been playing for the last several minutes, “fuck, this brings me back to high school.”

You wondered if he still chewed cinnamon gum, remembering the sweet spicy scent of his hot breath on your throat, late at night in the back of his cluttered sports car, the dashboard lights illuminating your half-dressed bodies. You wondered if he still played video games with those ridiculous oversize headphones, if he still liked to take midday naps, if he still fell asleep to South Park reruns.

Most of all, though, you wondered about the things you’d never witnessed, all the things you’d missed over the past five years.

And all that is gone

“Do you still chew cinnamon gum?” you asked abruptly, too drunk to worry about whether or not such a question was weird to ask.

He wiggled his eyebrows, reaching into the back pocket of his torn black skinny jeans (god, he’d always looked so good in those) to retrieve a crushed pack of gum, CINNAMON printed in red lettering across the front.

“Hell yeah,” he said, pulling out a piece and tossing it to you. “That shit beats mint by far.”

You unwrapped the gum and popped it in your mouth, immediately flooded with memories the moment you began working into it with your back teeth.

And all that’s to come

He reached out to flip the foil wrapper over, smoothing out its creases before grabbing a black pen from next to the register. You watched through your dreamlike haze as he jotted down a series of numbers in crooked, loopy handwriting, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth in concentration. Underneath the phone number he wrote something else, in bold capitals, turning the paper around and sliding it towards you with a wry grin.

666-425-0493

LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN

You took the paper, folding it up and shoving it deep into your skirt pocket, inadvertently sinking your teeth into your lower lip. “Maybe I’ll call you sometime, big bro.”

For a fraction of a second, he landed a glance on your chest, lips twitching upwards just slightly at the corners. “Oh, I’ll be posted up until you do.”

“How about another Sex on the Beach?” you said, even though you were drunk enough on Michael’s presence as it was; it felt like you were floating in the blackness of outer space all while rolling with the soft, turning waves of the ocean, and you couldn’t help but want to feel this way forever.

And everything under the sun is in tune

“Coming right up, ma’am,” came Michael’s teasing reply, making you squirm; your eyes fell shut as you allowed the band’s blaring drum and bass to swallow you whole, swaying aimlessly to the rhythm, your head lolling back and forth.

The music was loud enough to drown out your thoughts, and the sound only increased as the song came to its powerful end, your teeth chattering with adrenaline as an electric chill made its way up your spine.

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

When you opened your eyes, Michael was back in front of you, and all but the colorful overhead lights had dimmed; the entire bar was potent with color, Michael’s angular features appearing so much softer now, cast with bright purple, then blue, then a shade of pink so vivid it looked almost otherworldly.

Your eyes connected with his for what must’ve been the thousandth time in all the months you’d known him, but you felt, deep in your bones, that this was really only the first.

You had a good feeling about this.

[09yards]

2 - It’s all messy, the bed, the hair, the heart, the life. (Days Gone By - NCT)

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Soulmate au, in which everyone has a tattoo somewhere on their body which shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they first saw you. Soulmate marks appear shortly after the recipients eighteenth birthday, only before if the soulmates have confessed to one another or been confessed to by their soulmate before receiving said soulmate marks - these marks will appear shortly after confession.

Mark was, by no means at all, ashamed of his sexuality. He hadn’t had to have a whole coming out to his family, they saw the way he looked at Haechan and his mother didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised when Mark assumed his soulmate to be male. Mark received his soulmate mark immediately on his birthday, he’d woken up that morning only for it to already be there – the oh so eloquent words ‘fuck me, please’ emblazoned on his wrist. - he wasn’t too keen on sharing that with his mother.

So, naturally, with Johnny home for the weekend, Mark decided that he’d be the best person to talk to about this – having received his soulmate mark the day before his eighteenth birthday (having drunkenly made out with one of his best friends at the time, Ten, – super romantic right, woken up the next morning side by side with Ten’s soulmate mark visible on his collarbone and Johnny’s written across his bicep), his again not being so eloquently written with ‘dear lord, I’m so fucking gay’, Ten’s on the other hand read ‘holy sugarflumps he’s so pretty’ – sugarflumps was used as, at the time, they were all still adamant on not actually swearing as Jisung was too young to be exposed to the eldest’s foul language, according to their mum anyway, Johnny had said that he was going to learn it all anyway – where’s the harm in him learning it now, he got slapped on the arm for that one. It was an awkward conversation for Mark to have really and not one he was going to have with his mum, especially not as she’d taken the day off for him and she was a busy woman as a single mother and a doctor at the local hospital, she didn’t have the time for his silly teenager problems; let alone how his mother’s soulmate mark turned white after the death of their father and although Mark and Jisung were too young to remember, especially Jisung, Johnny has told them that she was broken for quite some time. Losing one’s soulmate or being rejected, will make you severely ill and until love is found in another format – channelling love somewhere or to someone else. With three children and a few years, their mother was able to recover much quicker than many do. But he knew it would still be painful for the rest of her like so, subsequently, Mark decided to spare her of that pain (and his own embarrassment) and go to his brother. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too resentful after pushing himself out of bed at eight in the morning on a Saturday when football training had been cancelled, mainly as no-one wanted the football captain to risk injuring himself on his birthday as Mark was really that clumsy.

The walk across the hall was over in a matter of seconds and Mark was beginning to hesitate. But he could do this right? Just, ‘hey Johnny I’ve got my soulmate Mark and I’m ever-so-slightly scared to death because, like, what if it isn’t Hyuck?’ Mark’s been in love with Hyuck since he met him two years ago and well, after Mark had told Johnny about his predicament of being in love with your best friend, Johnny had stopped teasing him about his crush on Hyuck after that. Scared for his little brother after remembering how horrible it was to have an unrequited love when he was a teen (once upon a time as Jisung likes to say whenever he’s feeling less moody teen and more time to tease my older siblings because why listen to your teachers and respect your elders). Sure, things had worked out for him now and Mark had been reminded of Johnny and Ten’s relationship one too many times late into the night whenever Ten wasn’t somewhere around the world in *insert various country here that is getting further and further away from Johnny* for idol activities. Johnny, a biomedical engineering student at the local university, was more than happy to brag about his famous boyfriend whenever he was in the same country but Mark had also caught him countless times snuggled up with Ten’s various gifts when they struggled with time zones. 

And then he did it. He knocked on the door. This was fine – Mark’s heart rate was totally normal, his hands weren’t clammy, he was just warm… right? He was snapped from his thoughts after hearing a grunt and then, “Who is it and what is it? I’m about to be a little busy.” Gross, Mark had forgotten that Ten had joined them last night ahead of birthday celebrations this evening. 

  “Shit sorry, I- uh, never mind it doesn’t matter! You can go back to, back to that and uhm… don’t be too loud…please, it’s my fucking birthday I don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry for, for interrupting you.” Jesus Christ it’s eight am and they’re already going at it? 

  “Thank you, Mark! We’ll try keep it quiet, can’t make any promises though.” Mark should’ve known really, Ten had been away for the last few months on tour so they’d been apart for some time and according to Johnny, facetime just wasn’t the same nor was it enough. So, Mark left, back to the safety of his room (and his bed) before traditional birthday pancakes – with Nutella and vanilla ice cream in a couple of hours – arguably the highlight of his birthday. 

“OW! SERIOUSLY, you didn’t have to hit me Ten! Fine, I’m going, you so owe me later. Yes, I’m putting clothes on but they’re coming right back off when I get back.” 

And with that Johnny had ventured back (now fully clothed and appropriate to be seen outside of the privacy of the bedroom), to see what was going on with Mark. As, even though Mark had cock-blocked him and Ten was the one who’d made him go check on him, he still loved his younger brother… most of the time, he really wasn’t a fan whenever Mark cock-blocked him, especially when it came to morning sex – the audacity. Morning sex was a privilege that Johnny was not able to indulge in often and he wanted to make the most of his time while his boyfriend was on a break. 

So, with a knock to Mark’s door and a “Hey Markie, what did you need?” Johnny was in older brother mode. 

“No, no… I’m fine really. I just, you- you’ve had yours a while and it doesn’t matter sorry. Go and enjoy time with Ten, I’ll see you at breakfast.” Mark was shaking, his hand clasping his wrist so Johnny wouldn’t see the mark. Maybe he could hide it? No-one’s going to question why he’s wearing long-sleeves in August right? 

“Mark seriously , you’re shaking and why are you holding your wrist? OH, oh! Oh? You got your mark didn’t you! Ah Markie, that’s so cute. Let me guess, you want to know what it’s like? I wouldn’t really talk to me to be honest; you remember how messy it was with Ten and I. Ooh, I know, talk to Jaehyun and Doyoung tonight! They are the ultimate soulmate couple and all, I know they found each other early like Jaemin and Renjun but those two are a mess, Jaehyun and Doyoung are so perfect it’s truly sickening.” 

“Johnny please stop, that’s not what I’m worried about.” “So, it’s about Hyuckie right?” 

“Pfft, what makes you think it’d be about Hyuck?” 

“Oh, I don’t know maybe because you’re in love with him and its Haechannie this, Haechannie that twenty-four seven. We all know how you feel about him and maybe that’s the sign you need he’s your soulmate. Yes, yes, I know he’s not said he’s gay – we all know about his parents – just confess already, that way you’ll know if he could ever feel the same.” 

“I can’t confess Johnny, are you actually crazy?! It’s not happening – I can’t risk making someone else sick, besides it can’t be Hyuck. There’s no way he’d ever say this ….”. He wouldn’t be that brusque, would he? 

“Oh my god, I forgot to ask you what it said! Show me, show me please Markie!” “Fine, as long as you stop attempting to do that cute voice,” only Haechan and Jisung could pull off the cute voice, “please don’t tell mum, I do not need the ‘talk’ from her on my birthday.” It wasn’t even nine o’clock and Mark couldn’t quite believe the amount that had happened this morning, he hadn’t even checked his phone. 

“It can’t be as bad as mine, oh no. Yeah, okay that’s worse than mine. ‘Fuck me, please’ that’s bloody brilliant. HEY TEN! Come see this, it’s even better than mine!” Johnny was clearly trying to suppress the want need to let out a snicker. Ten begrudgingly emerged from the confines of Johnny’s bedroom, clearly dressed in one of Johnny’s oversized t-shirts as it almost reached his knees, “What’s going on, are you coming back to bed? It’s still early and we didn’t get much sleep last night.” Seriously, always in front of Mark. “Oh, what’s that on your wrist Mark? Oh, did you get your tattoo, let me see.” 

Ten let out an inhumane noise upon seeing it, Mark flushing with embarrassment from head to toe, body increasing in temperature by what felt like 300 degrees. Ten could not stop laughing, Johnny joining him, letting out a scarily loud cackle after trying to suppress his laughter for so long – it wasn’t long at all, but to Johnny it felt like hours. 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. I- just please don’t tell mum, or anyone. Jisung will have loads of questions and I really, really , do not want to answer them; please just leave me alone for a bit, I’ll see you at breakfast.” 

That was enough to get Johnny to leave, he knew when to stop, he may be the annoying and constantly teasing older brother but he didn’t break the boundaries, just pushed against them when he felt like it – usually when Ten had been too busy for them to even get five minutes to tell one another they loved the other. Johnny, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t that lacking in common sense, he knew how his brother felt about Hyuck and he knows how hard it is to have been in love with your best friend and think that hiding it forever would be the best option. Him and Ten weren’t exactly supposed to happen; it was a drunken kiss, followed by tipsy fumbling of clothes, followed by memories of skin on skin, lips on lips and scatterings of hickeys the next morning – this was what was known as an accidental confession. The two were soulmates so somewhere in the universe, whomever it is that controls the soulmates treated their kisses and night together as a confession of their love for one another, revealing their soulmate marks hours later, shortly before their eighteenth birthdays.

Marks younger brother on the other hand was, to put it simply, a pain. Jisung was having his ‘emo phase’ as his mother called it, not that he was rebellious in any way - Jisung was far too much of a perfectionist to rebel, his perfect grades, attendance record and never-ending list of extracurricular activities proved that, yet if you were to try and give him a hug or even pat his hair or pinch his cheek you would be met with a low grumble from the boy who would shrug you off and pout until you apologised. And he spent far too much time in his room – not that Mark could really argue with that – but for Jisung it was round the clock, only emerging for food or to help with the food shopping when he was asked, or rather yelled, to by their mum. Mark remembers when he’d beg for attention and he misses those days, Jisung was shorter than him and not as smart, Mark did not like being the middle child, especially when he was the shortest of the bunch, he deemed it very unfair that his 16-year-old brother was nearly a head taller than him. Gone were the days of family night movie night every Friday, with pizza and ice cream – just the four of them. A lot changed since Johnny went to uni and it was harder of Jisung liked to admit. Johnny was the one who tugged him out of bed to get him to actually leave his room and he was also the one who carried Jisung up the stairs and tucked him in when he’d fallen asleep half-way through the movie. Johnny was also the only one who could calm Jisung down after a nightmare or a panic attack – Mark didn’t know how he did it, he was always able to fix the younger two whenever they needed it.

Yet, here Mark was, staring at the ceiling waiting for his mum to call them for breakfast, for his birthday pancakes where he’d smile, pretend like nothing happened, wear a long-sleeved shirt and have to say he was ‘just cold’ and act super excited about tonight when they’d be having a party. Mark liked the idea of something much more lowkey than a party with alcohol and his underage friends drinking and Johnny’s upper school turned university friends and boyfriend getting drunk too, yes, they were like Mark’s brothers too (they had all known each other since the end of primary school) but, he’d rather not see a drunken Ten and Johnny making out in the kitchen (seriously, food is cooked in there) or Doyoung and Jaehyun being the cutest couple – they were practically married now according to Johnny, they’d been together since they were fifteen and known each other since they were three, they were best friends and lovers for the past six years and Mark could only dream of that being him and Haechan one day.

The only other person aware of Mark’s crush on Haechan, besides his family, was his best friend, Renjun. Although Mark was beginning to realise that Jaemin (Renjun’s new boyfriend) probably knew also considering the two were attached at the hip whenever they got over the blushing and could actually look each other in the eye without curling in on themselves. Everyone was beginning to get a little sick of it, especially when they could actually be together and Mark was just a little bitter about that. Okay, he was jealous… really jealous, he dreamt of holding Hyuck, running his hands through the younger’s light brown curls, kissing his temples whenever he had a headache, bodies intertwined as they curled up and watched a film. Mark wanted it all, every single picture perfect, tumblr-worthy, cute couple moment and he hated himself for it.

Mark liked his life, aside from a few annoyances here and there (see being totally in love with Hyuck). He was in his last year, working his way towards ‘graduation’ along with his duties as deputy head boy (Lucas got head boy and although Lucas was another one of his good friends, he was a little bitter over losing), captain of the football team, co-captain of the hockey team (with Jaemin, Renjun happened to really like the fact one of his best friends and his boyfriend had ‘quality bonding time’) and trying, albeit desperately, to not tell Hyuck he was in love with him and he loved the way he resembled the sun and he’d be his moon and other sappy and cringe-worthy things Mark had picked up watching too many 'silly hallmark pictures’ (as Hyuck called them whenever he decided to express his distate for romatic films) or Renjun’s cringe inducing k-dramas. Mark didn’t do it on purpose, he didn’t wake up one morning and decide, ‘hey I’m in love with Hyuck!’. It was a gradual thing really, yes when he first met him two years ago, his first thought was ‘sun’ and sometimes Mark hoped that Hyuck wasn’t his soulmate otherwise he’d have sun written somewhere on his body come next June, hopefully not beforehand. Shortly after meeting Donghyuck and finding out that his nickname was Haechan, Mark lapsed into calling him either Hyuck or Haechannie - usually the latter as he found it both cute and extremely fitting, full sun for the teen who’s skin was sun-kissed, who’s hair was a light summery brown and who’s smile could light up the whole universe (albeit the last one wasn’t necessarily an actual fact, although to Mark it very much was and he would argue with you on it). The story of the two meeting wasn’t picture-perfect like in the movies, nor was it awkward and cheesy like in the books – arguably it was a little bit of both. Looking back on it, Mark thought it was quintessentially ‘them’ in a nutshell.

- - - - -

It was a few weeks before school started, two years ago now, and Jisung was going through his massive reading phase. It was their favourite place, besides their home, their local coffee shop and the bookstore on the edge of town. Mark volunteered twice a week during the Summer but he’d been at the library at least four times a week trying to drag Jisung away from his books in order to actually come home. However, one Friday evening as he finished up his shift, the library was practically empty save for Jisung curled up at his preferred spot in front of the large window with a blanket traipsed over his shoulders that Mark put there earlier on when it looked like he was about to fall asleep, and Yuta and WinWin probably making out upstairs while ‘looking’ for books they ‘needed’ for their final year and lastly, the one that Mark was interested in, the boy who looked a similar age to himself, who’d been typing away frantically at a computer for the last forty-five minutes, only stopping when he’d look over to what appeared to Jisung’s direction. Unfortunately, at this point, Mark had yet to see his face. The usual librarian had told him earlier of the boy who came in almost every day to send emails to his friends back home as his family had recently moved to town from the city, and that was all Mark knew.

Until today.

“Hey, I’m sorry to disturb you bu-but please may you help me find this book, I need it for school and I can’t find it anywhere.” His English was spoken with a slight accent and all Mark could think was ‘cute’. Somehow, maybe Mark just being the moron he can be at times, hadn’t looked up from where he’d been putting books away.

“Yeah, not a problem, we’ve usually got books stock-piled in the back when they’re for school…”, at this point Mark finally looked up, allowing his eyes to roam over the boy in front of him and all he could think was ‘sun’. Mark was usually quick on his feet, despite being mildly socially awkward, meaning he was able to recover quickly and let out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding since he’d made eye contact with what he would later be reciting to Renjun (with Jaemin half paying attention) as the literal human embodiment of the sun. “What is it you were looking for again?”

“The Lovely Bones by Alice… I can’t remember the surname, sorry! I need it for my literature class.” The apples of his cheeks were dusted a light pink, Mark had to hold in the squeal at how cute he thought that was.

“Ah, Alice Sebold! We have loads of them in the back, follow me it’s just this way, students from the upper school always come in asking for them as they’re compulsory. I had to read it last year, it’s not too bad but not quite my taste. I’m Mark by the way, I’m in year eleven. I’m guessing you’re new around here as I haven’t seen you before and well, everyone knows everyone here usually and woah I’m rambling sorry.”

“I- I’m Donghyuck, everyone calls me Hyuck or Haechan though. We moved here a couple of weeks ago, it’s a bit different to having lived in the city.” They both had awkward smiles on their faces but upon hearing ‘full sun’ Mark’s eyes creased and the corners of his mouth turned into a genuine smile.

“Full sun, huh? That explains a lot.”

“What do you mean by that?” Mark was enchanted by the inquisitive look in his eyes as he asked the question, so caught up in the moment he almost forgot he was supposed to answer.

“Oh, nothing.” Yes Mark, good job of shrugging that off like it was no big deal, not like you’re crushing on this boy you’ve known for nought point three seconds and you’re already planning the rest of your lives together. “Here you are, one copy of ‘The Lovely Bones’, if you ever need some decent book suggestions, I’m always happy to help or my little brother – the one cocooned in the blanket over there – has read the entirety of the science fiction, teen and drama sections and has nearly finished all the romantic comedies. I think he’s giving period dramas a whirl when he’s finished which I’m not looking forward to.”

“Thank you, I might just have to take you up on that.”

God, that smile.

“I’ll see you around Mark, hopefully I’ll see you at school.”

“Have a good evening Haechannie.”

And that was it. They saw each other when they went back to school, Hyuck made friends with all of Mark’s friends as they happened to be in various classes together and the rest was history.

- - - - -

Mark is still unable to pinpoint at what point he realised he fell in love with Haechan and was no longer just crushing on him. His mum had told him that sometimes there’s those people that just capture your heart and you just let them have it, without even noticing. That’s a way he could describe his relationship with Hyuck – the younger had the entirety of his heart in his hands and Hyuck had no idea that if he snapped his fingers (or rather gave one of his signature captivating pouts), Mark would give himself all to the younger.

And so, Mark’s day went on. All peaceful and just a simple birthday where he could enjoy time with his family, or so he thought.

His mum had shouted him for breakfast and unfortunately on his way downstairs he was able to hear noises he really, really, didn’t want to hear and had to tell his mother that Johnny and Ten wouldn’t be down until later on. Jisung, surprisingly, was already sat at the table, tucking into pancakes while frantically texting. Wait… Jisung never texts.

“Jisungie, what’re you doing? I thought you deemed text to be allowing the decline of verbal communication and therefore we could only contact you by phoning you.” Mark tried not to worry about Jisung but sometimes he made it really hard, he was probably another Tumblr kid who was born in the wrong era but Mark didn’t have any expertise in that area of things. Jisung was constantly tired (more than himself), he would often grumble about the patriarchy and you didn’t ever want to find out what happens if you move any of his books.

“You try keeping up with this lot,” he was grumbling now, back to the normal Sungie, “we just wanted to pull off a good surprise but nooo, everyone’s arguing. And seriously? How do they type that quickly they must have super sp- oh shit, I spoiled it? Oops.” So they were planning a surprise party for him, Mark was pretty convinced after several of his friends had dropped subtle hints in conversation about seeing him when he didn’t recall making plans.

Damn it, he looked so defeated. Jisung may be growing up quickly (far too in everyones opinion) but he had yet to lose his large doe eyes, filled with innocence and desperation that it didn’t matter who you were, you couldn’t say no to them. Mark had two choices – act oblivious to hearing that they’re organising a surprise for him in order to not have to see that pout or own up. It was pretty obvious he was going to lie; he couldn’t handle the pout, he was a weak, weak man.

“Spoiled what? I wasn’t listening to be honest. I’m so tired.” Initiate classic fake smile, everything is bright and dandy this morning – what soulmate mark? What surprise party? What crippling desperation to achieve?

“Never mind, I never said anything Mark! Happy birthday!! How are you this morning? Feeling good, ready for the big eighteenth?!” Okay, Jisung being energetic smiley was not good. Mark was now fearing for his life slightly. The only times the other was energetic these days was when he received new books or a mcdonalds strawberry milkshake.

“Ah, happy birthday Markie!” His mum’s melodic voice echoed throughout the dining room as she entered, ruffling his hair as he sat down. The smell of buttery pancakes filling the air, easily distracting the two from their conversation, joining them at the table. She let Mark get through a grand total of three bites before asking, “Soo… eighteen, huh? Big day, feeling any different – any suspicions.” Mark may have been very, very wrong about being able to hide this from his mother. He also wasn’t any good at lying, fake smiles sure, lying to his mum – not so much. Thus, here he was sat opposite his mum and younger brother hoping, praying, his ears didn’t flush red – his give-away.

Thankfully, Ten and Johnny chose that exact moment to come bundling down the stairs, grabbing pancakes from the kitchen before sitting down and greeting the others. Hopefully, a blessing in disguise.

“You feeling any better Markie?”

Dammit Johnny, definitely spoke too soon.

“Mark? Are you okay? Did something happen?! Oh my god, what’s wrong – do we need to go to the doctors?”

Over-protective mum mode had been activated instantly.

“Bloody hell mum, I’m f.i.n.e. Really, I was just a little thrownearlier when I remembered it was my birthday – eighteen is a big day after all.”

Please buy my lie, please buy my lie.

“Bullshit Mark, you look about ready to throw up.”

I hate you Jisung.

“Language Jisung! Oh my god, I saw that look. Why do you keep looking at your wrist Mark, huh? You didn’t injure yourself, did you?” Mark shook his dead at that. “Oh no, that’s not it at all is it, are you seriously not going to tell your own mum about your soulmate mark?” Okay, she seems a tad pissed, but in my defence no son wants to tell their mother about someone wanting to fuck them.

“I-It’s just… I uh…”

“Mum, it’s not exactly eloquent like ‘angel’ or ‘ethereal’.” “Oh Johnny, it can’t be as bad as yours. Sorry Ten, but you really should have thought that one through.” Ten let out a half laugh – ever so slightly mortified at the same time – while Johnny snickered like he’d done so this morning, trying to muffle the noise behind his hand - unsuccessfully.

“Oh my god, it’s worse than Johnny’s?!”

“Surprise?” Seriously Mark that’s all you can think of to say?

“Show me.”

“What? Why? You don’t need to know, I kind of wanted to keep it to myself, you know, special between me and my soulmate and all that sappy stuff.”

“No. I want to see. I want to see what’s embossed on my baby’s wrist, let me see.” Mark was a weak, weak young man and his mother scared him.

“Promise you won’t turn it into a lecture?”

“Can’t make any promises other than not today.”

Okay, here goes nothing, you can do this Mark. You’re pulling down your sleeve, your mum is seconds away from reading the words ‘fuck me, please.’ On her son’s wrist and it’s worse than Johnny’s mark. No-one thought it could be cruder than Johnny’s, yet, here they were.

“Oh my god.”

Light, melodic laughter filled the room. She’s laughing?

“Well, at least someone thinks my baby is attractive I guess, hopefully you’ll adopt cute kids.” The half smirk, half smile on her face made Mark fully aware of the fact she was teasing him; his own mother was teasing him over his soulmate mark.

“Seriously, that’s all you have to say. No lecture on how to not behave like Ten and Johnny, how to treat a man right – nothing?”

“Like I said, not today at least. You can take care of yourself, you’re eighteen, plenty of people have lost their v-card well before your age.” There was a slight shift of her eyes to Johnny and Ten who were both looking a little sheepish. 

“Besides you’ve been pining for Hyuck for two years, I doubt that’s going to change in one night.”

“Uhm, thanks I guess?” Mark was really at a loss for words. He didn’t exactly know what reaction to expect but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Just our Sungie left to find his soulmate now in this family!”

“Johnny, I’ve not found mine yet!”

“Sure, you haven’t Mark, you’ve no idea who your soulmate could be. We’re all totally clueless at what kind of person you’ll fall in love with.”

“Shut up and eat your breakfast Johnny, leave your little brother alone, Mark doesn’t know anything for sure yet.” “Thank you Ten, it means a lot-” He was unable to finish his sentence, being swiftly cut off by Ten once again. 

“You can shut up too Mark, it may be your birthday but we’re not listening to your bs about how Hyuck isn’t your soulmate when he *clearly* is.”

"Frankly, I feel very judged right now.”

“Frankly, I think this is hilarious but I have chemistry revision to do. Happy birthday Mark, I’ll see you later.”

s t a r t ➳ n e x t c h a p t e r

[laukora1030]

Endgame 3

Jesus fuck, I knew we were going to have a new trailer today, but this was more than I expected. This one actually showed something!

Let’s see. I loved the shot of the Avengers Compound, it looked beautiful. Also, Bruce is definitely scared. I mean, I know they all are, but I feel like he is the only one who’s not afraid of showing it. 

The take of the one I believe to be the Benatar, and then, two of what will probably be the saddest scenes in the whole fucking movie, Nebula and Rocket comforting each other, and Pepper hugging the shit out of Tony.

I have to mention something. I remember Tony’s vision in AOU, and, as much as it pains me that he lost Peter, he seems to be the only one whose family didn’t die. I will retake this thought later on. Also, on Pepperony hug, please notice the relief in Tony’s face. He looks like he’s about to cry. My poor baby has suffered enough.

Tony’s new suit is lit, and I kinda like it more than I like the Bleeding Edge armor. I was totally not expecting Clint’s tattoo, but it looks awesome, Natasha’s smile is beautiful, I am gay for Carol Danvers, and I fucking love Thor. Also, Steve looking at himself in the mirror is not human at all. 

“It is not about how much we lost, but about how much we have left. We are the Avengers.” Tony Stark. I feel like, after everything he’s been through, he became not more intelligent, but wiser. It is not the same. I admire Tony for never actually breaking. He’s lost, and lost, and lost, and lost. He almost died and lost Pepper in the first movie, he almost died in the second one, he lost his parents, he lost Obadiah, cause, as much as I hate him, he was the nearest thing to a father he ever knew. He lost the Avengers, his family, and he lost Peter. And even after all that, he never stops fighting. He is ready to give his all for the universe, and he’s ready to bring back everyone who disappeared. 

The small shot of all of them together. You can see it in their faces. They are determined to succeed. (Note to self: Natasha Romanoff’s biceps are killing me. She could choke me and I’ll thank her.) I would also like to say something here. No one is showing any emotion other than determination, but if you look closer, Tony seems to be the only one showing another emotion. Anger. Look at his eyes, his whole expression is saying “I will end Thanos.”

“Do you trust me?” “I do”. Jesus Christ. Thank you, RB. All I know about this scene is that my Stony heart needed it. Holy mother of Jesus, I can’t wait for their reunion. (Also, Tony as a silver fox is hot).

I don’t really get the next scene. Carol, Natasha, Rhodey, Thor, Steve, and Rocket are in what seems to be the Benatar, but I know it’s not it because Natasha’s hair is still blonde. So I have no idea what this scene means.

Irondad and spider son. The fucking picture. I am dead. They so had a father-son relationship and they took that away from Tony. You know, the same man who was saying he wanted a baby. They broke him. 

Why do I feel that the spaceship that appears is Thanos’ spaceship? Poor baby Nebula. Also, Tony’s besties interacting. Pure. Well “interacting”. 

Thor and Rocket look scared, Steve is on the fucking floor and I am, too. Steve, get you angry Chihuahua ass up. Pre-serum you wouldn’t have stayed on the floor longer than a second. He also, wouldn’t’ve survived Thanos in the first place, but you get me. 

“You cannot live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Back to me.” not gonna lie, I didn’t miss Thanos one bit. Seeing him makes my blood boil. This is the scene where I wanted to continue my ramble. Remember I said Tony didn’t seem to have lost anyone other than Peter? You know his vision in AOU showed him the Avengers all dead? Well, this is it. I believe that it is this scene where the last battle is going to be. Steve, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, Pepper, all dead. Nebula, Rocket. Tony is the last one standing. I believe this is the moment he was so scared about. “And I am the man who killed the Avengers.” He’s broken. But what I’ve learned this past 11 years is that it doesn’t matter how low he falls, whether he is dying of palladium poisoning, or kidnapped in a cave in Afghanistan, he always finds an answer. There is one scene on Avengers, the first movie, where Steve is telling him he would never lie down on the wire for others to cross, and he answers that he’d cut the wire. That is something I admire about Tony, because, without missing a beat, he looks for another exit, for a third option. That is what I think will happen here, he will look for that third option, whether it is in this moment that he goes back in time, or he fights till one of them dies, or he steals the Time Stone, I don’t know. But what I DO know it this: he’s not about to let Thanos win. Not this time.

And last but not least, the holy trinity walking together. The last time we saw them this close was in AOU, and this just makes my heart ache. 

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

NOW 2~G-Dragon Pt.14

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:3,849

Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

I’m going to change,” Y/N tells me and disappears into the closet, tissue still in hand.

Her eyes are red from her breakdown during the movie. I knew it would upset her, though I have to admit that I was looking forward to her reaction. Not because I want her to be upset, but because I love how emotionally invested she becomes in things. She opens herself so fully to these fictional forces, whether in a movie or a novel, that she allows them to completely pull her in. It’s captivating to watch.

She emerges from the closet in only shorts and her white lace bra.

Holy shit. I don’t even try to be subtle with my staring.

“Do you think you could wear . . . you know, my shirt?” I ask her. I’m not sure how she’ll feel about that, but I miss seeing her wearing my shirts to bed.

“I would love to.” She smiles and pulls my used shirt off the top of the clothes hamper.

“Good,” I state, trying not to seem too excited. But I watch the way her breasts spill out of the top of the lace as she lifts her arms.

Stop staring. Slow, she wants to go slow. I can go slow . . . slowly . . . in and out of her. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Just when I consider looking away, she reaches under the shirt and pulls her bra through one sleeve . . . Christ.

“Something wrong?” she asks and climbs onto the bed.

“No.” I gulp and watch in awe as she pulls her hair out of the ponytail it was in. As it falls onto her shoulders in beautiful blond waves, she shakes her head slowly. She has got to be doing this on purpose.

“Okay . . .” she says and lies on top of the duvet. I wish she would get under it so she wouldn’t look so . . . exposed.

She gives me a quizzical look. “Are you coming to bed?”

I hadn’t realized that I was still standing by the door. “Yeah . . .”

“I know this is a little strange right now, you know, getting used to being together again, but you don’t have to be so . . . distant,” she says nervously.

“I know,” I respond and join her on the bed, holding my hands low and in front of me, to hide things.

“It’s really not as strange as I thought it would be,” she says in a near whisper.

“Yeah . . .” I’m relieved to hear that; I was worried that it wouldn’t be the same as before. That she would be guarded and not the Y/N that I love so much. It’s only been a few hours, but I hope things stay this way. It’s so easy with her, so damn easy, yet difficult at the same time.

She lays a small hand on mine and leans onto my chest “You are being so weird. Tell me what’s on your mind,” she requests.

“I’m just glad you’re still here, that’s all.” And I can’t stop thinking about making love to you, I add silently. It’s not just about getting off with Y/N like it always was before—it’s much more. So much more. It’s about being as connected and tied to her as I possibly can be. It’s about her trusting me fully. My chest aches when I think about the trust she had for me but that I shattered.

“That’s not all,” she says, calling me out.

I shake my head in agreement, and she draws a line against my temple and down to the metal in my eyebrow with one finger.

“It’s terrible what I’m thinking,” I admit. I don’t want her to think that she’s an object to me, that I just want to use her. I really don’t want to tell her what’s on my mind, but I can’t continue to keep things from her, I need to be honest with her now and always.

As she looks down at me, her worried expression pains me. “Tell me.”

“I . . . well, I was thinking about . . . fucking . . . I mean making love to you.”

“Oh,” she says softly, her eyes wide.

“I know, I’m a dick,” I groan, wishing I would’ve just lied.

“No . . . no, you’re not.” Her cheeks color red. “I was sort of thinking about the same thing.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, taunting me further.

“You were?”

“Yeah . . . I mean it has been a while . . . well, not including Seoul, during which I was belligerently drunk.”

I search her face for the judgment she’s made about my lack of control when she came onto me last weekend, but there’s none there. I see the embarrassment as she recalls the events in her mind. My boxers are growing uncomfortably tight as I remember them, too.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m using you . . . because of everything,” I explain.

“Jiyong, out of all the things I’m thinking right now, that isn’t one of them. Granted, it probably should be, but it’s not.”

I was afraid, so afraid that our intimate moments would be forever tainted by my foolishness. “You’re sure? Because I don’t want to fuck up again,” I say.

She answers me by taking my hand and placing in in between her thighs.

Fuck. I grab her waist with my other hand and pull her toward me. Within seconds I’m hovering over her, one knee between her legs. I kiss her neck first, my mouth feverish and quick against her soft skin. She tugs my T-shirt up and lifts her back enough for me to pull it off. My tongue leaves a wet trail behind as I kiss over her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Her hands pull at my shirt and my sweats simultaneously, and I help her, leaving me in only my boxers.

I want to touch every part of her body, every inch of skin, every curve, every angle. God, she is beautiful. As I lower myself to kiss her stomach, her fingers disappear into my hair, tugging at the roots. I nip at her skin. Her panties and shorts are tossed to the floor. My tongue caresses the skin over her hips.

I explore her body as if it’s the first or last time, but she rushes me along with a “Jiyong . . . please . . .”

I bring my mouth to her most sensitive area and slide my tongue across her slowly, savoring her taste as it consumes my senses.

“Oh God,” she pants and pulls harder on my hair.

Her hips buck up off of the bed and she presses herself against my tongue. I pull back and she whines. I love that she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. I quickly lean up and open the drawer on the nightstand, grabbing the foil packet and tear it open with my teeth.

She watches me and I watch her. I watch the way her chest rises and falls in anticipation. I push down my boxers and lean over to plant a small kiss on her cheek, my cock resting on her thigh for a couple of heartbeats.

I straighten up and put the condom on. “Stay still,” I instruct.

She obliges and I climb back between her legs. The anticipation is exhilarating. I’m so hard that it hurts.

“You’re always so ready for me, baby,” I muse, collecting her moisture on my fingers before bringing them to her mouth to have her taste. She’s shy but doesn’t protest as she wraps her tongue around my finger. The sensation causes me to ease into her. The feeling is exquisite and one I have missed so, so much. “Christ,” I curse as she moans in relief.

All of my previous heartache dissolves as I bury myself into her, filling her up completely. Her eyes roll back in her head, and I deliberately circle my hips slowly before pulling out and pushing back in repeatedly.

“More . . . please, Jiyong.”

Fuck, I love to hear her beg. “No, baby . . . I want to go slow this time.” I rotate my hips again. I want to savor every second of this. I want it to be slow and I want her to feel how much I love her, how sorry I am for hurting her, and how I’m willing to do anything for her. I bring my mouth to hers and caress her tongue with mine. I groan when her fingernails dig into my biceps with a force sure to leave crescent marks in their wake.

“I love you . . . I love you so much,” I tell her and increase my pace slightly. I know I’m torturing her with my teasing, slow movements.

“I . . . I love you,” she moans, and her legs begin to shake, telling me she’s almost there.

I would love to see what we look like in this moment, molded together yet so separated. The contrast of her smooth, clear skin and the black ink covering mine as she runs her hands up and down my arms must be quite the sight. It’s dark meets light; it’s chaotic perfection; it’s everything I fear, want, and need.

Her moans become louder, and I bring my hand to her mouth so she can bite on it. “Shhh . . . let go, baby.”

My thrusts quicken as her soft body goes rigid under mine and she calls my name into my hand. Within seconds I’m joining her, getting high off her. She’s the perfect drug. “Look at me,” I breathe. Her eyes meet mine and I’m done for. I spill out all of me, and her body relaxes, leaving us both a panting mess. I roll off the condom and toss it into the bin next to the bed.

When I move to climb off, she grabs my arms to stop me. I smile down at her and stay still. I use my elbow to prop me up and keep most of my weight off of her. Y/N’s hand touches my cheek, she uses the pad of her thumb to draw small circles against my damp skin.

“I love you, Jiyong,” she says quietly.

“I love you, Y/N,” I respond and lay my head against her chest.

My eyes are heavy as I feel her breathing slow, and I fall asleep listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat.

Y/N POV

Jiyong’s head is heavy on my stomach when the sound of my phone vibrating on the table wakes me up. I lift him gently, as gently as I can, and retrieve the annoying object. The screen flashes with my mother’s name, and I groan before answering it.

“Theresa?” my mother chimes through the receiver.

“Yes.”

“Where are you, and what time will you be here?” she asks.

“I’m not coming there,” I tell her.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Y/N, I know you are upset over this thing with your father, but you need to spend Christmas with me. You shouldn’t be at some hotel alone.”

I do feel slightly guilty for not spending the holidays with my mother. She isn’t the nicest woman, but I’m all she has. Still, I say, “I’m not driving all the way there, Mother. It’s snowing out and I don’t want to be there.”

Jiyong stirs and lifts his head. Just as I’m about to tell him not to speak, he opens his mouth. “What’s wrong?” he says, and I hear my mother gasp.

“Theresa Young! What are you thinking?” she shouts.

“Mother, I’m not doing this right now.”

“That’s him, isn’t it? I know that voice!”

This is a terrible way to wake up. I move Jiyong off me and sit up, covering my naked body with the blanket. “I am getting off the phone now, Mother.”

“Don’t you dare hang—”

But I do hang up. And then put my phone on silent. I knew she would find out sooner or later; I was just hoping it would be later. “Well, she knows we’re back to doing . . . us. She heard you, and now she’s freaking out,” I say and hold my phone up to him to show the two calls from her in the past minute.

He curls around behind me. “You knew she would, so really it’s almost better that she found out this way.”

“Not really. I could have told her instead of her just hearing you in the background.”

He shrugs. “It’s the same thing. She would’ve been mad either way.”

“Still.” I’m slightly annoyed by his reaction. I know he doesn’t care for her, but she’s still my mother, and I didn’t want her to find out like this. “You could be a little nicer about the whole thing.”

He nods and says, “Sorry.”

I expected him to have a rude comeback, so that was a pleasant surprise.

Jiyong smiles and pulls me back down to him. “Would you like me to make you some breakfast, Daisy?”

“Daisy?” I raise my eyebrow.

“It’s early, and I’m not at my best to quote literature, but you’re grumpy, so . . . I called you Daisy.”

“Daisy Buchanan wasn’t grumpy. And neither am I.” I harrumph, but can’t help smiling.

He laughs. “Yes, you are. And how do you know which Daisy I’m talking about?”

“There are only a few, and I know you well enough.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, and your attempt at insulting me failed miserably,” I tease.

“Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Mrs. Bennet,” he fires back.

“I assume that since you said Mrs., you are talking about the mother, not Elizabeth, which means you are trying to call me obnoxious. Then again, you have been off this morning, so maybe you’re saying I’m charming? I just don’t know with you anymore.” I smile.

“All right . . . all right . . . Christ.” He laughs. “A man makes one bad joke around here and he’s condemned.”

My earlier irritation dissolves as we continue our banter and climb out of bed. Jiyong says to stay in pajamas, since we aren’t leaving the house. It’s a strange idea to me, though. If I were at my mother’s house, I would be expected to be dressed in my Sunday best.

“You could just wear that shirt.” He points to his T-shirt on the floor.

I smile and pick it up, pulling it over me and putting on sweatpants. I don’t remember hanging out with Noah in sweats, ever. I didn’t wear much makeup until recently, but I was always dressed nicely. I wonder what Noah would have thought if I’d shown up to spend time with him dressed like this. It’s funny, I always thought I was comfortable around Noah, thought I was myself around him because he knew me for so long, when in reality he doesn’t know me at all. He doesn’t know the real me, the me that Jiyong has made me comfortable enough to show.

“Ready?” Jiyong asks.

I nod and pull my hair back into a messy bun. I switch my phone off and leave it on the dresser, then follow Jiyong out into the living room. The delicious scent of coffee fills the apartment, and we find Trish standing in front of the stove flipping pancakes.

She smiles and turns to us. “Merry Christmas!”

“It’s not Christmas,” Jiyong says, and I shoot him a glare. He rolls his eyes, then smiles at his mother. I pour myself a cup of coffee and thank Trish for making breakfast. Jiyong and I sit at the table while she tells us the story of how her grandmother taught her how to make this type of pancakes. Jiyong listens intently and even smiles a little.

As we start to eat our breakfast of delicious raspberry pancakes, Trish asks, “Are we going to be opening gifts today? Since I assume you’ll be at your mum’s tomorrow?”

I don’t know how to answer her exactly, and I start to fumble for words. “I am . . . actually I am . . . I told—”

“She’s going to Dad’s house tomorrow. She promised Taeyang that she would, and she’s really the only friend he’s got, so she can’t cancel,” Jiyong interjects.

I’m thankful for the assist, but calling me Taeyang’s only friend is kind of mean . . . Well, maybe I am. But he’s my only friend as well.

“Oh . . . that’s fine. Honey, you don’t need to be afraid to tell me things like that. I have no problem with you spending time with Ken,” Trish says, and I can’t tell which one of us she’s speaking to.

Jiyong shakes his head. “I’m not going. I told Y/N to tell them we said no.”

Trish stops midbite. “ ‘We’? They invited me?” Her voice is full of surprise.

“Yeah . . . They wanted both of you to come,” I explain.

“Why?” she asks.

“I . . . don’t know . . .” I say. Honestly, I don’t. Karen is so kind, and I know she really wants to mend what is broken between her husband and his son, so that’s the only explanation I have.

“I already said no. Don’t worry about it, Mum.”

Trish finishes her forkful and chews thoughtfully. “No, maybe we should go,” she says at last, surprising both me and Jiyong .

“Why would you want to go there?” Jiyong asks and scowls.

“I don’t know . . . the last time I saw your father was almost ten years ago. I think I owe it to myself and to him to see how he’s turned his life around. Also, I know you don’t want to be away from Y/N for Christmas.”

“I could stay here,” I say. I don’t want to cancel on them, but I don’t want Trish to feel like she has to go.

“No, really. It’s fine. We should go—all of us.”

“You’re sure?” The worry in Jiyong’s voice is evident.

“Yeah . . . it won’t be so bad.” She smiles. “Besides, if Kathy taught Y/N how to make those cookies, imagine how good the food will be.”

“Karen, Mum—her name’s Karen.”

“Hey, she’s my ex-husband’s new wife, who I’m spending Christmas with. I can call her whatever I want.” She laughs and I join her.

“I’ll tell tae we’re all coming,” I say and go to grab my phone. I’d never have imagined that my Christmas would be spent with Jiyong and his family—both sides of his family. The last few months have been anything but what I expected.

When I turn on my phone I have three voicemails, from my mother, I’m sure. I ignore them and dial Tae.

“Hey, Y/N, Merry Christmas Eve!” he greets me, cheery as ever. I can picture his warm smile.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Tae.”

“Thanks! First things first—you’re not calling to bail, are you?”

“No, of course not. Quite the opposite, actually. I was calling to make sure it was still okay if Jiyong and Trish came over tomorrow?”

“Really? They want to?”

“Yeah . . .”

“Does this mean you and Jiyong . . .”

“Yeah . . . I know I’m an idiot . . .”

“I didn’t say that,” he says.

“I know, but you’re thinking it—”

“No. I am not. We can talk about it tomorrow, but you aren’t an idiot, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” I tell him and mean it. He’s the only person who won’t have a negative opinion on this subject.

“I’ll tell my mom they’re coming. She’ll be thrilled,” he says before we hang up.

When I join Jiyong and Trish back in the living room, they already have their presents on their laps, and there are two boxes on the couch that I assume are for me.

“Me first!” Trish says and tears the snowflake-printed paper off of a box. Her smile is huge as she takes out the tracksuit I got her. “I love these! How did you know?” She points to the gray one she’s wearing.

“I’m not very good at buying gifts,” I tell her.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, it’s lovely,” she assures me while opening the second box. After she has a moment to see what’s inside, she squeezes Jiyong tight and then holds up a necklace that says Mom, just like he told me. She seems to like the thick scarf he bought her as well.

I really wish I’d gotten Jiyong something. I knew all along that I would go back to him, and I think he knew it, too. He hasn’t mentioned that he got me one, and both of the boxes on my lap say they’re from Trish, so that’s a huge relief.

Jiyong is next, and he gives his mother his best fake smile when he opens the clothes she bought him. One piece is a red long-sleeved shirt; I try to picture Jiyong wearing anything other than black and white, but I can’t.

“Your turn,” he says to me.

I smile nervously and pull the sparkly bow off of the first gift. Clearly, Trish is better at choosing women’s clothing than men’s; the pastel-yellow dress in the box proves it. It’s a light baby-doll style, and I love it.

“Thank you—it’s beautiful,” I say and give her a hug. I really appreciate her thinking of me. She just met me, but she’s been so loving and welcoming that I feel as if I’ve known her much longer.

The second box is much smaller than the first, but the amount of tape used to wrap it makes it very difficult to open. When I finally tear through the packaging, I find a bracelet—a sort of charm bracelet unlike anything I’ve seen before. Trish is so thoughtful, just like her son. I lift it up and run my fingers along the rope-textured string to look at the charms. There are only three, each bigger than my thumbnail, two made from what looks like pewter, the other solid white . . . porcelain, maybe? The white charm is an infinity symbol, the ends shaped like hearts. Just like the tattoo on Jiyong’s wrist. I glance up at him, my eyes moving immediately to his tattoo. He shifts and I look back to the bracelet. The second charm is a music note, and the third, slightly larger than the other two, is in the shape of a book. When I turn the book charm in my fingers, I notice something written on the back. It says:

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I look up at Jiyong and swallow the tears threatening to form. His mother didn’t get me this.

He did.

[thoughtsofdarc]

Coffee at the library

Steve Rogers x Reader Pure Fluff , maybe a little warning against stress during studying? Words: 4996

(and as always, I would really love feedback - I wanna improve!)

Hours that feels like days, that’s how long I’ve been here at the library.

Reading, taking notes, writing page after page in a soul crushing attempt of getting my mind wrapped around this huge school assignment that’s going to count for 50% of my finals. A part of me dreads that I will never be done. I will fail miserably and end my days as a stripper in some dark and shady club.

A big sigh of defeat leaves me, as I put down my pencil.

My back is sore, my neck stiff and my butt is numb from sitting on the hard library chairs for so long without moving.

I roll my shoulders a bit back and forth, trying to get the blood flowing again and get the tension out of my body.

As I stretch my back with my hands high above my head, I hear a loud cracking noise coming from the top of my spine and travels to the bottom. God, it feels good.

I’ve been bottled up in my own little world of studying for so long, that I haven’t seen the people come and go around me.

To my right there’s a couple of girls I’ve seen around school. They too are hard at work at some unknown assignments. One of them chewing her pencil with a frustrated look on her face. “I know how you feel, girl!” I think to myself.

At one of the many book cases is a guy, holding an already big pile of books. He’s searching for another one, and is so completely focused in his task, that he doesn’t notice the redhead girl standing in front of him, reading the back of a book cover.

I watch what happens like it was a movie playing in front of me. I could have warned him, but for some reason I don’t.

He walks into her back, both of them jump by the sudden disturbance of their concentration. He drops the pile of books from his hands in shock, and immediately starts to apologize his clumsiness to her.

They both bend down to pick up the scattered books on the floor and bang their heads together, which just makes him apologize even more.

I can’t hear what she’s saying, but she’s clearly not mad as she sends him a dazzling smile and put her hand on his forearm in reassurance. It’s cute how he blushes, and even cuter how they both reach out for the same book and instead grasp each other’s hands.

I can’t help but to smile at that little happening. It’s like taken out of the perfect romantic movie.

I secretly hope he asks her out. It would be the perfect story to tell their future kids, ‘I met your mother at the library, almost knocking her over with my big pile of books. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen…’

I look around, taking in the surroundings and the people around me. An old couple looking at books together. More students. A couple of kids by the comic books. A mother with a baby on her arm, looking like she could lay down on the floor, curl up and sleep for hours.

I love to people watch, and a big library like this, gets all kinds of types to come.

I’m about to pick up my pencil again and turn my focus to the books, when I notice the guy sitting at the next table right in front of mine.

Jesus Christ, he is gorgeous!

My hand has frozen mid air above my pencil case, and I’m embarrassed to say… I just stare with my mouth slightly open.

He is extremely good looking, not the kind of guy you usually picture in a library, more likely on the football field or maybe in a fitness center.

He has dirty blond hair that’s slightly tousled as if he has been pulling it in frustration. His jaw line is to kill for, with a nice scruff covering it. I’m pretty sure it would cut me if I touched his jaw. Oh God, I want to touch his jaw!

Broad shoulders that are hunched over the books on the table, Muscles straining against his navy blue t-shirt, big arms that makes my thoughts go right to the gutter. His biceps, slightly moving when he scribbles or turns a page in one of the many books.

Under the table, his long legs are stretched out showing off his immensely strong thighs. Holy shit, the images going through my mind! Oh, what a girl could do on those thighs. Naughty naughty!

That guy is pure hotness, and images that isn’t suited for a library is running through my mind.

I can’t seem to get my eyes off of him, and I think he senses that, because suddenly he looks up and looks right to me.

I look right into the most beautiful set of eyes. Light blue, with a hint of green in them, framed with a darker shade of blue. Just stunning!

At first he looks at me with a bit of confusion. The look of someone coming back to reality after being concentrated for a very long time.

But his confused frown quickly gets erased by an amazing, breathtaking smile.

Literally breathtaking, I forget how to breathe for a few seconds, before I get myself together and smile back at him and then look down to my books again. Red heat is creeping up and staining my cheeks.

When I look up again he is back to work, focusing on whatever he is writing. But now there’s a light smile on his lips.

Jesus, that guy is dreamy!

Guess who’s back… In the library… Buried in books and ready to give up all of this studying, to become a burger flipper at some cheesy burger joint. Yes, it’s me…!

The library is buzzing today. Quiet buzzing, it is after all a library, but there’s a lot more people today than there’s been the last couple of days. Yeah, I should know, I’ve been here every day for 5 days, and I’m not done yet.

It’s that time of year, where everybody is working on some sort of big assignment, and apparently today is ‘going-to-the-library-day’ for everyone.

I don’t mind though, everybody seems to be occupied by their own things, so there’s not really any disturbance. And I get to people watch again, whenever I take a break from the books.

I can’t deny I’ve been looking for that guy the last couple of days, the blue eyed god of handsomeness I like to call him now. And 3 out of 5 days he has been there in front of me, distracting me with his good looks and frustrated grunts when his paper isn’t going as smoothly as wanted.

We’ve been smiling hello and goodbye smiles when either of us arrives or goes home. Even a few “I feel you, this is shit” smiles, when one of us makes just a tad too loud sound of frustration. But that’s it….unfortunately.

And today he’s not there to distract me with thoughts of not that much pureness. Maybe that’s for the better.

I chuckle a little to myself, and start looking around.

The red haired girl is back again second day in a row. Casually strolling through the section from the other day. She keeps looking around though, so I’m not sure she’s here for the books.

I catch her eyes and send her a warm smile. Whatever or whoever she is looking for, I hope she’ll find. But I have a great idea of it being a who, a guy with a big stack of books to be exact.

Geez, the cheesy romantic movie scenario in my mind won’t stop. I’m a total sab aren’t I? But I do love a good love story.

Please book-guy-dude come and find your book-girl with the fiery red hair and the dazzling smile. She’s looking for you.

My focus returns to the books with a smile on my lips, a new energy is suddenly in me, and I’m soon lost for the world around me again.

What is that? My mind knows that smell… Oh god, its coffee! Who am I going to beat up to steal their coffee?

My head snap up to find the one with the delicious smelling brew, but instead of coffee, I see him.

Even with tired eyes and hidden in a big hoodie he looks absolutely mouthwatering.

He does look utterly beat up today though. I don’t think he has slept in a while. And my, up till now non existing maternal instinct is suddenly awoken.

All I want to do is to wrap him in blankets, give him a tight hug and rock him gently from side to side until he is sound asleep like a kid in its mother’s arms. Where did that come from?

The protecting feeling is swept aside as fast as I got there, when I get a whiff of the coffee again.

Dammit, I really need coffee!

My eyes and nose search for the magic elixir of life, and find a girl just 2 seats beside me, with a big beautiful cup of mocha.

“Excuse me, girl with the coffee” I whisper not to disturb other people around us. She looks up, kind of confused but then gives me a smile to continue. “Where did you buy that?” I point to the large paper cup with the plastic lid, spreading the wonderful aroma around us. She looks quickly at the cup and then back to me “outside the library, they put up a small coffee stand. They do that every year around this time, for all of the students working on their big projects”. That is words from the mouth of an angel I think to myself. “Would you mind looking after my things while I go grab a cup?” I ask probably looking like a lost puppy by the thought of coffee being so close to me, yet so far.

She chuckles and gives me a nod.

I quickly grab my purse and stand while whispering a hushed thank you.

On my way out there I walk right past the Blue eyed God of handsomeness, he looks up as I pass giving me a tired defeated smile.

And there comes the motherly instinct again, I just want to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be alright. I don’t though, but I do give him a knowing smile back.

The coffee stand is bigger than I thought it would be. It’s clear that they have been here before, and knows just what the students want.

Coffee, muffins, fruit, chocolate and much, much more.

My mouth starts to water, and I suddenly remember that I haven’t eaten in hours.

The man behind the stand looks at me with a big great smile. Of course he does, I’m here to give him my money for overpriced coffee and a snack.

I try to be a bit annoyed by the fact that he’s earning his money on poor students, that’s too tired to go home and make a proper meal, but truth be told I just can’t. He is an angel send from above with small gifts of life to us mortals.

I give him a big smile back and order the biggest cup of coffee, a chocolate chip muffin and an apple too… You know, to keep healthy and all.

As he starts to prepare the things, my mind wanders to the tired good looking man back at the library and before I even know what I’m doing, I order another big coffee, milk and sugar on the side and of course another muffin. Everybody needs a little sugar now and then right?

I thank the man and tells him that he’s a lifesaver as I start walking back, to which he gives me a heartfelt laugh and tells me, that I’m not the only one who has told him that today. I believe him.

Looking at the people leaving the library, almost all of them looks tired as hell, and I can only imagine that they are there, doing the exact same thing as me, working on one of the biggest papers of their life, ever.

As I near my spot I pause briefly at the blue eyed God, and put down the tray with the coffee and muffin on it.

I don’t say anything just go back to my seat and gets settled in again.

When I look up he is watching me with a puzzled look on his face, which only makes me laugh a little, while I raise my cup towards him in a silent toast. “To struggling students and good grades my friend!” I think to myself.

Gratitude is written in his face and he gives me a little nod as a thank you, a bright big bright smile, and blue eyes that suddenly seems a bit more awake and makes my heart skip a beat.

With thousands of butterflies in my stomach and a last smile to the man in front of me, I head back to the books. This paper isn’t going to write itself.

A week and 2 days, and I’ve been here every day for at least 4 hours, most days more.

The paper is coming along slowly but steady. I start to feel like I can actually get this done, even if I might be left with a bald spot from all the frustrated hair pulling I’ve done over the last week.

Even if it is going forward with the paper, today isn’t a good day. I have barely written anything, and I’m so, so, so very tired.

And I’ve spent more time watching people around me, than I’ve done writing or reading.

Coffee-angel is in her spot beside me with her friend on the other side of the table.

The red-fire-hair girl has found the book-guy-dude and they have spend time together with, what I guess is studying, the last few days. I can’t help to watch them now and then, and I catch them both looking at the other person when they are not watching, with adoration in their eyes. If this isn’t ending with little red-haired book-loving kids, there’s no justice in this world. They’re so cute together, and they don’t even know it yet!

In front of me is the blue eyed God of handsomeness, and he has been there ever since the day with the coffee. Reading, writing, sighing in frustration, giving small outbursts of happiness when he cracks the code of a problem he’s been working at and best of all, sending me more of those breathtaking smiles.

We have become kind of a group, without even knowing each other. Coffee-angel with friend, red-fire-hair girl and her book-guy-dude, blue eyed god and myself. I like it!

I look down to my books again, the letters are twirling around on the pages as if they were doing a ballet and they don’t seem like they want to stop any time soon.

I probably should pack up my things and go home to get some rest, but I can’t make myself do it.

I. Need. To. Finish. This. Paper!

My head hit the table with a loud thud and a bit too loud of a groan escapes my mouth, but right now I don’t care!

I don’t care about anything! Maybe I might actually be good at flipping burgers, or taking off my clothes for money. It almost seems like a great alternative right now.

I put my arms under my head and close my eyes… Just five minutes, then maybe the letters has stopped their ballet routine of the swan lake.

My eyes snap open so fast, that I’m afraid they are going to pop out, when someone puts a hand on my shoulder. Shit, did I fall asleep? Did I snore? Please god, tell me I didn’t snore in a full library.

I slowly look up and into the bluest eyes in the world. The blue eyed God is crouching beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his thumb drawing little circles on my neck.

Like a flick on a switch my heart starts to beat faster, and I’m sure it’s going to jump out of my throat. With wide eyes and a big gulp I try to get my beating heart back down where it belongs. But I must look crazy because he gives me a side smirk and his eyes are kind of teasing.

“Oh god! Did… Did I snore?” I ask in a hushed whisper, dread is painted in my face, I can feel it!

He looks amused but his smile becomes a little shy, his hand is still on my shoulder though, and it feels so warm.

“No, you didn’t. I think I stopped you from falling totally asleep” he looked my right in the eyes, with amusement playing in his.

“I thought it was about time to pay back what you did for me the other day, you look like you need it”. His smile was genuine and kind as he put a tray with a large coffee, a chocolate chip muffin and an apple in front of me.

My eyes go back and forth between him and the tray a couple of times, before it really sinks in what he’s done.

“Wow… I mean… Thank you! You didn’t have to do that though” I manage to find a truly thankful smile and put it on my lips, instead of the strange one I assume looked like I was confused and maybe even in pain.

“I know, and neither did you. But I wanted to” he said, again with that damn, breathtaking smile of his. I’m sure he knows exactly what he’s doing to women with that smile. He’s God damn beautiful.

“Thank you” I whisper again, and he gives my shoulder a squeeze before standing up and walks back to his place in front of me.

Hours suddenly flies by without me even noticing. Getting more done than I have the last 2 days.

But best of all, several smiles and looks gets shared between me and my handsome savior.

Over 2 weeks in, and I’m more than halfway done. I can finally see the end of the tunnel and the prosperity of me being a stripping burger flipper is starting to fade out. Thank God for that!

A few days after the blue eyed God brought me coffee, he came to the library and found his spot taken. I was already in my seat, Coffee-angel and friend at the other end of the table.

Red-fire-hair girl and book-guy-dude at the other table, side by side closer than ever (this is going the right way, I have a few good names for your kids in the future).

But his spot was taken, by two guys with laptops and books all over the place.

He looked lost and misplaced at the same time, until he saw me and the empty space in front of me.

A silent glance to the empty chair and a questioning nod of his head, he asked to join my table. I, of course, nodded yes. Maybe a bit too fast, but who the hell cares, he was going to sit even closer to me that day.

A relieved look in his eyes he walked over to me and started unpacking his things.

That was 5 days ago, and we still sit at the same table, even though his spot is empty almost every day again.

I guess he has a new place to sit, not that I mind. I really don’t mind!

We switch between getting coffee for both of us, not even questioning the other when it happens. We’ve talked a little here and there, but nothing major. Most of the time is spent on studying, and for some reason that seems to go so much smoother now.

Almost too smooth… With this pace my paper will soon be done and I won’t have a reason to come back and sit here in from of the blue eyed god.

That makes me sad to think about.

I must look heartbroken, because suddenly he clears his throat and whispers to me with a concerned look in his eyes “hey, are you okay?“

I stare at him and watch how his brows furrows, small wrinkles shows between his eyes… It makes him look utterly adorable.

I smile at him, not sure the smile really reaches my eyes and just nod. “yeah, yeah… I’m fine, just tired you know. This paper is sucking the life out of me” I chuckle a little which seems to make him relax a bit. “Yeah I know, they really know how to keep us busy don’t they?” he gives me that side smirk I’ve fallen in love with the last couple of days  before looking back to his own papers.

I study him for a while, trying to remember as many details of him as possible for when the day comes, and we’re no longer going to meet like this at the library.

My attention gets caught be the red-fire-hair girl and the book-guy-dude. She is sitting with her head in the books, completely engulfed in what she’s reading and completely oblivious to how he is looking at her. That is so very clearly love, that is painted in his eyes. Lucky girl.

He is watching her, with such adoration that I actually get a kind of jealous, and makes a little sound of frustration. But the feeling of jealousy is soon forgotten when I see him, slowly, take her hand.

She looks at him, surprised at first, but then gives him the happiest smile of all, and then links her fingers with his, before going back to the book she was reading. Happiness written in both their faces.

“Finally!” I mutter under my breath expecting no one to hear, but the gorgeous man in front of me giggles and turns around to look at me.

Apparently he heard my frustrated sound and followed my gaze to the two, and saw the same thing as I did.

He gave me his handsome smile with amusement paints in his eyes “So you have been following those two too? Just waiting for him to make the move?”

I couldn’t help but laugh “Yes! Ever since they bombed into each other and he dropped all of his books. It took him long enough though”.

I couldn’t help but to be truly happy for them, who would have thought you could find love in the library?

Days have gone by, me and Mr. Blue eyes has been working in front of each other for more than 3 weeks now. Last part of those 3 weeks by the same table.

We have been talking more, especially since the day that book-guy-dude finally made his move, and I genuinely enjoy his company.

He has both brain and humor, and more than once I have been choking on a laugh trying not to make too much noise, and more than once it has failed miserably. This apparently, only has made it his mission to make me laugh even more.

And today is no different, not unless you count the fact, that my assignment is finally done.

I can feel him stare at me, and when I look up I see his teasing smile and the look in his eyes that tells me, that he is about to make me laugh… Again.

I almost start giggling, just by the looks of him, but I manage to keep a lid on it and only give him a questioning amused smirk.

He snorts trying to keep it in, tilting his head to the side to make me look over and see what he’s seeing.

I do just that, and my eyes go wide in pure horror and absolute entertainment!

The uptight old librarian woman, that for some reason always works on Fridays, the one day on the week, that the students is most giddy, has her skirt stuck in her underwear. This should be reason enough to burst out laughing alone. But what makes me crack up, is the fact that she is wearing big bright pink underpants with the words “Sexy mama” printed in big glittery letters over her ass.

I look at Mr. Blue eyed God and completely looses it!

I can’t help it, my laughter just doesn’t want to be contained anymore and it bellows out through the quiet library, while tears stream down my face. He is laughing too unable to control it and also guided along by my own uncontrollable laugh.

Coffee-girl and friend looks in horror at us, while the uptight ‘sexy-mama’ walks towards us with a stern look on her face that says “keep quiet or get out”

But as she walks past Coffee-angel and friend they get a good view of her, dare I say, sexy underpants. And the look of horror on the poor girls’ faces makes Mr. Blue eyes and myself crack up even more.

I cannot for the life of me, stop the laughter and I can see it pisses of the librarian.

She stops right beside Blue eyes and says with a hushed but very angry voice “You too need to stop this noise at once! If you can’t keep quiet at the library, you need to go somewhere else! Understood?”

He looks at her, tears of laughter running down his cheeks, amusement painted in his face and another fit threatening to burst out again, but he manage to say” Yes! Yes, I’m so sorry. We… we will stop now. Sorry”

She looks at us both, with stern eyes and no sign of having a clue of what fun means, what so ever, before giving us a quick nod and turns around. I look at Coffee-angel, because I know I will start to crack up again if I look at him, but she too is trying her damn hardest not to laugh.

And we might all have made it, if it isn’t for the fact that stuck up librarian woman drops her pen right besides the blue eyed God, and bend down to pick it up. When she does that, the ‘sexy mama’ letters get stretched to a maximum, right. In. his. Face.

That’s all it takes. Me, him, Coffee-angel, her friend and a few others nearby cracks up in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. You know the one where you can’t breathe, your stomach hurts and tears just keep falling down your cheeks? I haven’t laughed like that in ages.

She turns around and practically yells at us “out! Out now!”. If eyes could kill, we would both be so very death.

I don’t know how we manage, but we pack up all of our belongings under the watchful eye of 'sexy mama’, waves goodbye coffee-angel and her friend and walks out of the library together.

Once outside and more or less in control of our laughter, he looks at me suddenly full of concern.

“Oh man! I’m so sorry, I just got you kicked out of the library!”.

The bubbling feeling of laughter emerges from my stomach again, and I just barely wheeze out “THAT was totally worth it!“

Amusement is back in his eyes and a sly smirk pulls at his lips “No, but really… You got kicked out because of me. What about your assignment?”

I look at him and grab his arm, God dammit he is fit, and gives him a reassuring look “it’s perfectly fine. I actually just finished it about two minutes before 'Sexy Mama’ got all up in your face”.

I double over in another shriek of the giggles and he grabs my arm to keep me from falling to the ground while joining in on the fun.

When we finally get control of ourselves I notice how close we stand. I can practically feel his body warmth, and the smell of his cologne is amazing.

“Good” he says while looking me straight in the eyes “I finished mine a few days ago”. The smirk is back on his lips while he watches me struggle to understand what he just said.

“A… A few days?… Then why did you keep coming back?”

“The coffee!” he says like it was the most common thing in the world “… And the company”

And just then, I realize that he is looking at me, like book-guy-dude was looking at red-fire-hair girl, with the purest adoration in his beautiful blue eyes.

A shy smile plays at his lips while he reads my reaction. I can’t stop myself from beaming at him while I ask “Really?”.

“Yeah! I mean, where else do I find a beautiful girl, that brings me coffee, cupcakes and uncontrollable laughter at the one place where silence is expected?” he leans in closer to me, “so, what do you say? Want to grab something to eat? Like dinner? I think we’re already past the coffee date thing” he winks at me and I grin at him “I would love that!”

He looks so relieved and happy when he says “Great! I know a good place, come on” and then takes my hand.

With a smug smile on my face I look at our joined hands and whisper under my breath “Finally!” he catches my eyes again when he says “Yeah, it took him long enough” hinting to the day book-guy-dude finally made a move on - red-fire-hair girl and took her hand.

“Oh, I’m Steve by the way” he gives my hand a squeeze while properly introducing himself for the first time “Y/n” I answer looking at him thinking “you will always be the blue eyed God to me baby… Always”

Did you like this? Let me know your thoughts here. I’ll love you forever

[madzikdek]

Jacksepticeye quotes

 I'm huge @therealjacksepticeye fan since his birthday is coming I want to make something for him, but I need your help . Can you please check quotes I've collected? Add some more if you know some?

·        *(ex)cuse me coming through

·        *dab*

·        *hits foam padding*

·        ♫ ♪ simmy shammy ♫ ♪

·        wooshie woosh

·        Am I recording?

·        and it sticks the landing

·        APPLES!

·        Bad idea,bad idea, bad idea

·        Balls?! I love balls!

·        Booper doper

·        By jaysus

·        Cacaw mutherfucker

·        Calm your tits

·        Christ on a bike riding to mass on Sunday

·        Detained!

·        DO IT!!!

·        Don’t try to rush in, I’m not Russian I’m Irish

·        Easy does it

·        Easy peasy! Lemon squeezy!

·        Flips for days

·        Fuck the windows!

·        fuck you joel!

·        Go away smelly

·        Go Billy go

·        Go fuck yourself

·        Go Jacky boy

·        Graaapling hook

·        HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY WHEEEEEEEEEELS!

·        Haha

·        Have you ever been so angry that you smack one motherfucker with another motherfucker ? I have

·        Hey ma!... ma!  ………. ‘s awesome!

·        Hold on a frickin minute

·        Holy feces dude

·        I A NOT A DUM!

·        I A NOT A STOOP!

·        i am real man. want to go skateboards?

·        I believe in you

·        I can do it allllll day

·        i don’t suck you suck

·        I gotch ya game I'm picking up what you're putting down

·        I had it in a bag, there was a bag here and I had it in it (indside)

·        I hate you Pete

·        I have badgers in my neck

·        I’m even greater than I thought I was

·        If that even is your real face

·        I'm a sexy little slice

·        I'M HAVING A GOOD TIME!

·        I'm so erect right now

·        Joel

·        Let me sniff your butthole

·        Like a boss

·        Look at these plus one biceps

·        Majestic faking eagle

·        Man, I memed hard

·        Mother ape ass

·        Nice as rice

·        NOTHING STOPS THE SQUATCH!!!

·        Now we're sucking diesel!

·        Oh goli gosh

·        Oh… That’s all broken ankles!

·        OOOWWWW PINK LIGHTNIN’!

·        Over the gum drop mountain

·        pat pat

·        San of a dick fart

·        Screw you Billy!

·        Shut up leave me alone

·        Shut up that's what!

·        Sleep is for the week

·        Sneaky sneaky snake

·        Speed run up in this

·        Speeeeeeeed is keeeey!

·        Sticky bomb

·        Stop winking

·        Suh dude

·        that’s RACIST

·        That's pretty neat

·        That's sooo cool

·        Thread the needle

·        Twisty fresh nipples

·        *victory sip*

·        Von Dooorf

·        We can do it we have the technology

·        Well fuck me in the ass and call me Judy

·        When in doubt, Segway Steve

·        Woooooow

·        Yes indeedi my name Stevie

·        Yolo bitches

·        You can be whoever you wanna do

·        You can't control me!

·        You don’t need legs/hands

·        you’re not my real dad

And here’s some that I’m not sure how to spell correctly (I’m not a native English speaker)

·        For the love of Jebediah Kerman? (Kermit)

·        Oki fakin’ ? smoky daisy

·        I will come to your home/house? and…   not give you ice cream

·        Shiitake (i?) mushrooms

·        Glory to Arstocka greatest country

·        Nyehehe

·        Man makes fire

·        Goli goom drops

·        Bo bo boner cast

·        I must be patient like in hospital

·        ..loose… rubber goose

·        Shpadushk

·        God dikidi dang it

·        If I say so myself

·        Righti diti

·        He who is not a woosher is “eine?” dusher

Can you please help me improve this list ? It would be very much appreciated