#to soul search like that. bc if i knew my parents are there to catch me if my new venture failed

[cinnaminsvga]

actual conversation i had with my dental hygienist

hygienist: so what did you study at university?

me: chemistry...

hygienist: damn, no wonder you look so sad!

[jeongvision]

unconditional love

synopsis. if you were to ask yourself, ‘when did you realize that you were in love with lee jeno?’, you wouldn’t know how to respond. in fact, there was never a moment where you weren’t in love with him. but what happens when he asks you the same question? you might have to take a rain check, literally.

pairing. best friend! lee jeno ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, humor, childhood friends au, friends to lovers au

word count. 1.6k

warnings. none! but highkey though this made me fall in love with jeno :(

song. walking in the rain by chancellor & younha

author’s note. happy birthday @sehunniepotwrites​!​ not sure if this is fluffy enough for you but hope you enjoy this lil blurb! cheers to another one of your milestones and many more in life!

ps. there are two lines in this fic that are from a poem written by e.e. cummings! not going to say which ones or the title of the poem bc it might spoil future plans i have oop

You were one of the few fortunate people on the planet to still be friends with someone from your childhood. To have so many worthwhile memories shared with someone must be cherished at all cost. And many times were you afraid that Jeno might get tired of being friends with you, but being the ethereal person he is, he casted all your worries away and assured you that he had no plans on leaving you any time soon.

And perhaps somewhere down the line, the love you had for him went far beyond what people would label as ‘friendship,’ and dared enough to say, you were in love with him. If a stranger were to describe how you looked whenever you were with him, many would describe you to be enamored.

And if you happened to be enamored for your childhood friend, then so be it.

You fear no fate, for he is your fate, your sweet.

“Can I ask you something, y/n?”

Currently, you two are sat outside of a café near your home: 7 Dreams. It was a beautiful day out, the sun warming the air around you, flutters of clouds scattered throughout the blue sky. You expressed your desires to Jeno earlier that you wanted to sit out on the tables they placed outside their shop. It has been a little chilly from the past few days with occasional rain showers here and there, and you want nothing more than to relish in the warm weather after days of being forced into the solitude of your home.

“Sure. What is it?”

But before you could take a sip of your green tea latte, you’re thrown off by his question.

“When did you first fall in love with me?”

Your fingers stilled at the ceramic handle of your mug. You didn’t know what brought that question to the latter’s mind. Granted, you two have had your fair shares of flirtations and courtship, but never acted beyond past it. It was all done with jest, as you two would put it. You could easily lie to him, saying that you only saw him as a friend, but never to yourself; your heart betrays you with palpitations and inclinations for your best friend from just the mere thought of him.

You forced a stoic expression on your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He huffs out a breath from your response.

“Y/n, there’s no point in trying to hide it. I’ve known you for almost my whole life, so I know when you’re lying to me. The look you give me is different from how you looked at Johnny when you two were together.”

A snort escapes from your lips.

“And what does my ex have to do with this?” You could see a teasing grin poke through his demeanor, prompting an eye roll from you.

“So you admit that you do look at me differently then.”

“No, Jeno, I am not admitting to anything. And even if I did look at you differently, how would you know if I was in love with you?”

“Because you would’ve denied it by now. And right now, you’re just stepping around the question.”

You squint your eyes a little, to which Jeno does the same back.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy now? How about when I asked you for the name of the person you liked a couple years back?”

And so, his eyebrows rise a little at your bold question, head tilted a little to the side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters.

You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh, your head shaking from disbelief.

“Oh, don’t fake naivety, Jeno. Senior prom, when we were each other’s date because you ‘didn’t receive any prom-posals from anyone’, when I knew fully well that you received many of them from both guys AND girls. You just denied them all.”

You could clearly play the memory out in the back of your head, a movie projector showcasing your youthful-self slow dancing with a bashful Jeno in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped his neck and his hands on your waist. Both of your feet moved in sync with one another, eyes searching within the depths of each other’s soul, oblivious of the whispers and stares around you that spoke nothing short but envy for the sight that laid before them is one worth capturing.

“We were dancing to Hearts Don’t Break Around Here. You know, the one by Ed Sheeran?” you followed.

His smile grows fond at the memory of it.

“Oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?”

“Jeno!” You give a light slap on his forearm and he laughs at your response. “Now is not the time to start saying song lyrics!”

It’s a wonder how you managed to last this long from professing your feelings out to him. You two did almost everything together and experienced many firsts together. First road trip together, first beach date together - you even experienced your first pet purchase together. So what’s stopping you from confessing to him?

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I have a feeling that you’re in love with me,” you said.

There’s a glint in his eyes filled with mirth.

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Because of the way you look at me?”

“And it’s the same way as how you look at me?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.”

“So you admit that you’re in love with me.”

Before you could continue on with your playful banter, you stopped yourself short. You take a moment to process his words in. Wait, did he just? Your words get caught in your throat. Did he just admit that he feels the same way towards me?

He notices your shock and uses this moment to his advantage to continue on, each word laced with certainty.

“If you’re saying that the way you look at me is the same as how I look at you, then that means that you are in love with me, because I don’t know how else to say that I am very much in love with you, y/n.”

Heat resonates all throughout your body. Your heart beats erratically and you’re at loss of words. Flustered you are, but who wouldn’t be? For years, you’ve pinned after your best friend, hoping for the day to come where he reciprocates your feelings. You had an inkling that he had some sort of romantic feelings for you as he always seemed to reject everyone’s relationship proposal, justifying his reasoning to be that there’s already someone he likes.

“Who is it?”

“An angel.”

“What’s their name?”

“Something pretty.”

“Jeno.”

“Y/n.”

And you just drop the conversation like that, frustrated by his vague answers. But nevertheless, you could never get tired of him. Something about him gravitates you towards him, the feelings you’ve harbored in secrecy burning brighter than ever whenever you’re by his side. He’s not perfect, but to you, he’s the best thing to appear in your life. From the crinkling of his eyes to the sweet smiles of his lips to the red tint of his neck and ears.

You want no world, for he is your entire world, your true.

“Look, it’s raining.”

Breaking out of your reverie, you look up to Jeno to see him peering out on the streets. You follow suit to see raindrops falling onto the pavement. It slowly gains momentum, growing heavier and louder with each passing second. Fortunately, you two are shielded from the rain with the veranda attached to the cafe. The sun peaks through the crevices of the clouds, still lighting the world around you with a subtle rainbow blossoming up into the spring sky.

You hear Jeno let out a laugh, bringing your attention back to him. There’s a wistful smile on his face when he asks you, “Remember when we were little, we would always run out in the rain on the concrete and just jump around? Pretend that we were in some kind of movie?”

You mirror his expression, your mind replaying a distant memory you shared with him.

“Our parents would always yell at us for that, saying we’ll get sick if we don’t stop.”

Your gaze trails back out onto the pavements. Then, you felt an itch in your fingers, an itch in your feet. Not literally, but you have this sudden urge to move. To dance. To celebrate. To relive those moments once more.

It’s almost as if the stars were aligned at that moment and heard your wishes, because you see Jeno get up from his seat and take a step forward and immerse himself out into the rain. His entire figure instantly gets drenched from the falling raindrops, not caring for a single second that he might catch a cold from his actions. Before you could call out to him, he looks back at you with a grin, and perhaps it might be your most favorite accessory he wears on himself.

He offers his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

You’re taken back to the same distant memory again. Every single time, without fail, young Jeno would always ask for your hand to dance with him under the rain, to which you would always oblige with, “Well, of course mon cher.” But this time, you decide to switch it up a little.

You stand up from your seat and step closer to your best friend, a push away from falling victim to the rain with him. Your pupil flourishes with adoration for the man that stands before you.

“Only if you hold onto my hand, mon cher.”

He raises an eyebrow at your proposition. Amused he is, for there is a sliver of smirk adorned on his lips.

“Is that a threat, ma chérie?”

If Jeno were to ask you again when you first fell in love with him...

“It’s an invitation, mon cher.”

… you would say that you were always in love with him.

“If it’s like that, then I’d never let you go.”

[toraashi]

‘tis the damn season (ft. oikawa tooru)

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: angst, fluff, implications of sex (there’s no sexual dialogue, the most explicit it gets is i use the word “whimper” once but theres not even graphic descriptions like i rate this PG-13), a couple swears

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: part two to this fic. Oikawa visits for the holidays after leaving for Argentina years ago. Catching up with his old flame brings back memories and reminds him of a love lost

Author’s Note: this is inspired by ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. It’s so good, please listen to it, it’ll add so much to the story because I reference it lots :) also i’m dedicating this to @hikariakaashi bc she agreed to be my valentine this year hehe 🥰 also @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum​ thank you for hyping this up in the discord :))

“the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.”

"Hey, it's Tooru. I'm in town for the holidays. I'd like to see you."

The sound of his voice as the audio repeated left an unpleasant feeling in his chest. It burned like longing but twisted and lurched like nervosity, a sensation he pretended he wasn't familiar with. Oikawa wasn't a nervous person. He was a confident, suave man with the world in his hands, but for some reason, leaving a voicemail for someone this dear to him, who could see through him like glass, left a slight tremble in his fingers. 

The ding of his phone startled him, muscles growing taut. 

10:36am

It's been so long! I'd love to see you. Would 4 at that old coffee shop work?

received

Holy shit. 

It was almost embarrassing how his breath caught and his heart stuttered. It had been years, but yet here he was, hooked in with every word.

10:40am

I'll make it work 

sent

10:42am

That's a first ;) i'll see you then 

received 

The coffee shop hadn't changed much since he'd last been. The walls were still straining with the wooden roof's weight, the floor still comprised of creaky floorboards that screeched at each drag of a chair. Sparkling red and green lights decked the rafters, hanging low and casting unique shadows across the residents. The lobby was relatively empty, and he was seated quickly at a metal table near the window. The round teapoy rocked on uneven legs when he put his arms on it, but nostalgia made up for the shoddy furniture quality. The poignant smells and whispers of piano music wafted over him like a tender memory, leaving him with visions of your sunrise smile and golden touch breezing over his fingertips. Content was the next emotion that settled over him, but before he could melt too far into it, the bell on the door jingled. Chilly winter air rushed through his hair, waking him up from the dream that was the last few years and bringing him back home. In the blink of an eye, a familiar arm was pulling at the seat in front of him. It took his brain far too long to process the rosy cheeks and snow-dusted hair before him, but once he did, an infectious grin tugged at his lips.

"Long time, no see." Your gaze was cautious and guarded, and it burned holes in his euphoria. 

"Long time, no see," you repeated with a light smile, "How have you been?" 

"Ah, you know, just capturing the hearts of every person in Argentina, how are you?" That earned him a tinkling laugh, and his heart beamed at the reward. 

"I'm doing okay, just living my life." You greeted the waitress, plainly speaking your order, pausing to glance at him before ordering his old favorite. Honey hues glittered with unspoken fondness when you caught his gaze; he couldn't help it.

"You remembered my order. I feel special."

"Shut up. You are special, Mr. Pro Volleyball Player." You teased, inching your fingertips towards him on the table. It wasn't enough to be wanton, but he noticed, and he couldn't help but reciprocate. Eyes flicking to his hands and back up, that cautious glaze returned. "So, are you staying in town?" A warm hum in affirmation thrummed in his throat.

"I'm staying at my parents' house." 

"For how long?" The words seemed full, but he wasn't sure with what. 

"Just the weekend." He held your gaze like a taut string tugging you closer and closer. The air felt heavy, and his heart ached with a longing he'd suppressed for years. You opened your mouth to speak, but before anything came out, he interjected boldly. After all, what was he, if not bold? "I got your letter." Hues big and lips parted, a pink flush climbed your cheeks. If he was the same person he was years ago, he would've teased you, but now? With his heart on his sleeve and your eyes staring into his soul, how could he muster that courage up?

"And?" The single word was meek and tentative, fragile like the little bird of your unyielding love. 

"Well, for one, your attempt at scratching out the last line wasn't great." There was the teasing. He couldn't hold it back for long. 

"Shut up." You shied away from his crinkled eyes, pinker than you were when you stumbled in. God, he missed this.

"I won't." He drawled, closing the narrow distance between your fingertips and enveloping your hands like it didn't electrify his nerves. "And for the record, I missed you too." 

"Did you?" He rubbed a calloused finger across your knuckles, holding your eyes confidently. 

"How could I not miss that pretty face?" 

"Stop teasing." You pouted.

"I'm not." Pensively, you stared back at him, and he admired the furrow of your eyebrows, the puff of your pouted cheeks. Your smaller hands were quaking in his, and just as he considered laying off, you spoke a conglomeration of words that shuddered up his spine.

"Would you like to stay at mine for the night? We can catch up more? I don't want to leave you just yet." A genuine smile simmered up his lips, and he linked his fingers between yours.

"You know I can't say no to you." 

"Didn't seem like it when you left." The magic in his chest faltered at the blow, but the regret was evident in your expression. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I know it was about more than me." he hummed, the affectionate graze of his thumb against your knuckles resuming. 

The conversation felt much too short, every move you made clenching his heart, brimming it with innocent nostalgia and longing. Before long, you were tugging him out the door, leading him to your apartment in a movie-worthy montage. The silver moonlight caught your hair like silk, your gossamer grip on his wrist balmy and familiar. 

"My, you're eager." When you glanced back, your eyes sparkled like the sequins on your prom getup from so many years ago. 

"Is it stupid that I missed you so much?" The way his heart caught in his throat was almost painful. Chest aching, he concluded that this was what happiness felt like, a hummingbird flutter he'd never find in the falsities of fame. You, who knew him like the muddy road to your secret high-school hangout spot, looked ethereal beneath the moon's knowing smile. As you approached the door, he couldn't help but dip his toes into the subdued desire he'd grown to ignore. 

Your chest pressing into his, your back to the door, his fingertips firm against your waist, and finally, the brush of your reposeful kiss against his needy lips, it left him with frantic desperation clawing up his body. You broke away with a similar gleam tucked into your gaze like a secret just for him. Swinging the door open and fumbling with your jacket, you found your place in his arms again, a mutual craving for a love that was cut so short.

He did many things that night he'd only remembered in dreams, his frame pressing your familiar figure into the bed, lips tracing every line of your silhouette, the dips and curves in your skin, sealing each forgotten memory in an envelope for him to read later. Just for tonight, he'd bask in your entirety, the glow of your smile, the whimpers that spilled past your pretty lips, everything that was purely you. When everything was done and gone, the flaxen glow of your lamplight flickering out, you pulled him into your arms, twirling the chocolate strands of his hair, breathing in his adoration, your own lulling him into a long-awaited, dream-filled slumber. He dreamed of his past self getting lost in the empty arms of another, the void carved out by your existence impossible to fill. He dreamed of the life he'd lead if he'd remained in your embrace, waking up to you every morning instead of cold sheets. 

He awoke with the December sun, your bare skin blinding in the morning's glow. Glancing at the red numbers on your nightstand, he stretched his arms. It was almost ten, but the warmth of your body reeled him back in like a fishing pole, his mouth splattering kisses across your visage like freckles. Swelling with delight, he collected you into his arms, setter's fingers revisiting the map he drew on your body like the ink was still drying, greeting you with a grin as your eyes lolled open. 

"Morning, babe." Oikawa scanned the love-struck expression painting your features, the scrunch of your nose, the quirk of your lips; he inhaled it like it was his last breath, coming to terms with the time and its draining sand. Raising a lone finger, he followed the shape of your jawline, locking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Sleep well?" You neglected to respond, searching his gaze. 

"If this is the last time I ever see you, I want you to know that I've always loved you, and I won't ask you to stay." The last grain of sand in the hourglass tumbled through the glass gap, the alarm clock on your nightstand beeping abruptly, stealing Oikawa's breath. 

And as he looked upon your effervescent figure, shattering his own battered heart at the realization, Oikawa decided the road not taken never looked more appealing than now.

[pxedpiper]

Horizon (11)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

Previous / Masterlist / Next

A/N: we back at it again at the quick updates it seems bc this chapter did NOT give me any troubles lmao, let’s hope that stands bc we are already in the second arc !!! we about to have some fun from here on out lmao

“What the hell does that damned bastard what with us?” Hongjoong cursed, storming from his quarters down to the main deck with Wooyoung trailing behind him, looking over at the ship that was steadily making it’s way towards The Utopia. “We have nothing he could possibly want, unless-!”

“Me,” You cut him off, having come down from the crow’s nest with San, who was now gripping onto your shoulders in comfort, “He wants me, he has to, there can’t be any other reason. He’s the only one other one who knows I’m a princess.”

“He’s not getting you back,” San stated, a dark tone in his voice as he glared at the approaching ship, “We’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you.”

“San’s right,” Hongjoong nodded, agreeing with his carpenter, “Sweet sold you to me, so he has no right to try to take you back again, as technically, as much as I hate to say this, you’re mine. I only bought you to get you out of that situation, but those are technically the rules. He knows that as well as anyone else, he shouldn’t be trying to get you back.”

“He’s a hideous man, both in appearance and soul,” You muttered, but they could all hear you, “He’s not the type to honor an agreement of any kind, even if it did benefit him.”

“Sad to say, she’s right,” Yeosang sighed, appearing next to you and San, “He’s the only one other than us who’d know her worth, and if he’s running low on funds, so to speak, it’s not unlike him to try to get her back if it’ll get him more cash in the end.”

“Well then, let him try!” Wooyoung replied, a gleam in his eye that made you a bit nervous, “We’re more than ready to take him on in any fight! He doesn’t stand a chance against the Pirate King, after all!”

“You shouldn’t underestimate him, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong shook his head, “I may outrank him, so to speak, but he’s plenty strong and crafty as well, especially if he managed to kidnap a princess of all people.”

“You didn’t believe that at first,” Wooyoung answered, slightly accusatory towards the captain.

“And was I right about it?” A silence rang out as Wooyoung couldn’t find a response for Hongjoong’s question, “Exactly. Get everyone on deck right now, we have to be ready for anything.” With a nod, Wooyoung left to go do just that, taking Yeosang along with him to find Seonghwa, Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho.

San was still holding onto your shoulders, turning his head to you as he softly asked, “Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, “I’m alright. I just have to make sure I don’t show him any fear, he can’t know I’m afraid of him.”

“That’s right,” Hongjoong nodded, “That’s the exact attitude you need to have. You don’t have anything to fear anyway, he’s not getting ahold of you. You’re a member of my crew now, and I protect my crew members. He’s not getting anywhere near you, alright?”

“Right,” You took another deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come, before putting on the expressionless face that you used to wear before you trusted the pirates, “I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not going with him without a fight this time, it won’t be as easy as before.”

“There you go,” Hongjoong smiled, “We’ll make sure you stay safe, like we promised. Now, let’s get ready, shall we?”

From there, the other crew members joined you on the deck (Jongho storming out, promising to fist fight Sweet himself if he got the chance, and you barely managed to calm him down before he got too angry). San stayed close to you, but now Jongho was on your other side, both of them standing protectively over you as you all waited for Sweet to reach the ship. Seonghwa and Yunho stood not too far from you as well, the both of them sending you concerned looks that you responded with reassuring ones. Yeosang, Mingi, and Wooyoung stood near Hongjoong, all of them stoic (which was a sight you weren’t used to seeing) as they stayed silent, the energy around the ship being tense. You found yourself wishing that this could all be over with so that the lively air of the ship could return, but unfortunately you knew it wouldn’t be so simple.

Eventually, the familiar sound of the gang plank hitting the deck hit your ears, and Elias Sweet was grinning in front of you once again, though upon closer inspection, it looked as though both he and his ship were worser for where than you last remembered. Still, though, the sight of him filled you with disgust, making you feel as dirty as the day he had taken you from your family and brought you to Port Royal. It hadn’t been too long, maybe at most a month or two, but it didn’t change anything about him, and it was clear to see from the way he carried himself.

“Well, now, Pirate King, what a surprise! I hadn’t expected to see you out here, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He greeted, his words cheerful but his tone taunting, “Thought perhaps maybe we should catch up, while we had the chance.”

“What do you want, Sweet?” Hongjoong growled, “Let’s not pretend we’re friends, now, and don’t act as if you have any business with us. Just get to the point and then get the hell off my ship.”

“Now, don’t be rude! You may be the Pirate King, but I’m still your elder, have some respect. And don’t say I don’t have any business with you when you bought something very important from me,” Sweet replied, his grin sickeningly sweet, “Speaking of which, where is our little bird, anyway? I would love to see her again.” Looking around at the crew, he spotted you and his grin grew wider, “Ah, there she is. Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?”

“Go to hell,” You responded flatly, a stone cold look in your eyes.

This only made him laugh, however, throwing his head back as he cackled, “Ah, the same as ever, I see! Tell me, which one of these men were the ones to, ah, break you in, let’s say? Or did the great Pirate King himself have the honor?”

“Why, you-!” Jongho made to go towards him, but you stopped him before he could get too far, though you yourself could’ve killed him yourself in that moment had you not been holding yourself back.

“Enough,” Hongjoong spoke up, “Make your business known, Sweet, before I throw you off this ship myself.”

“I told you, show some respect,” Sweet growled, finally dropping the smile he’d had the entire time, “What an ungrateful brat you are, clearly you’re letting the Pirate King title get to your head. Better watch out before someone else steals it from you.”

“If someone were to, it certainly wouldn’t be you,” Hongjoong replied coolly, his voice low as he ignored the scathing glare Sweet was sending him, “Now, stop stalling and tell me what you want. I’m losing my patience.”

“I don’t want anything,” Sweet finally relented, “Just thought I’d give a warning, as a little gift, let’s say. The Royal Navy’s on the lookout for the little bird over there, stopping any pirate ship that they come across instead of shooting first like usual. Seems her parents want her back, her father himself is joining the searches.” This made you freeze in place. Your parents were looking for you? That wasn’t something you had considered, you’d figured they think you dead and not bother.

“What?” Hongjoong voiced your thoughts, his own shock apparent, “How do you know this?”

“I… may have had another… interaction with them, so to speak,” Sweet picked his words carefully, but Wooyoung couldn’t be fooled that easily.

“They kicked your ass, didn’t they?” He laughed out loud, “It’s so obvious, look at the state of your ship! You’re not looking so great yourself either, but then you never look good anyway, so I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“You little…” Sweet glowered at Wooyoung, then cleared his throat as he collected himself, “Right, well, that’s not the point. The point is, they’re on the lookout for her, and they’re paying a very pretty price to anyone who brings her back. Much more than what you paid for her, I assure you. And well, when they saw she wasn’t with me anymore, well.” He shrugged, “They certainly weren’t very happy about it.”

“You squealed about where she was, didn’t you?” San spoke up, an accusatory tone in his voice, “It wouldn’t make sense for them to just let you go if you didn’t give them something in return.”

“Squealing is for pigs, and I’m no pig,” Sweet retorted, becoming increasingly annoyed with the crew.

Yunho snorted, “Could’ve fooled me, you sure look like one.”

“I didn’t tell them anything,” Sweet ignored Yunho’s comment, although you can tell he was close to snapping at the crew antagonizing him, “But I’m just saying, Pirate King, it might be better to let this little bird free and cut all ties with her. You don’t want a war on your hands, do you? I’d rather have no part in that, myself.”

“I’ll do what I want, thank you very much,” Hongjoong responded, “Besides, if they have no idea where she is, then I don’t see any reason to be concerned. No one here has anything to lose.”

“Oh, they don’t?” Sweet raised an eyebrow, his grin returning as he challenged, “Not even your crew members’ families?” Beside you, you could feel Jongho stiffen, and as you looked around you could see Seonghwa and Mingi in similar states, while Yunho was left in a state of uncertainty. The rest, however, just glowered at him, ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

“You couldn’t possibly know about them,” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes, “I made sure no one knew of anyone who could be used against my crew.”

“Should’ve worked a little harder, then,” Sweet teased, clearly enjoying having the upper hand over Hongjoong.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” You spoke up, “My parents aren’t aware of any family they have, they’re both convinced they don’t care about anyone but themselves. You can’t use that against them.”

“Ah, but if someone were to inform them, then that would be an issue, wouldn’t it…” Sweet’s threat didn’t need to be said, it was loud and clear from the way he was talking. Immediately, Hongjoong was in front of him, his face inches away as he sent him a look full of pure hatred.

“If you so much as even think about touching any of their family,” He started off slowly, the anger in his voice so apparent, you were almost scared yourself, “it won’t be a war you’ll have to worry about. I’ll make sure you don’t live to see it happen, and leave you rotting at the bottom of the ocean as people forget about who you were. You don’t want to start a fight with me.” You couldn’t imagine Hongjoong as the Pirate King more than in this moment. This was the man your father taught you to fear, and it made you glad that he never got that upset at you.

Sweet just let out another laugh, getting in Hongjoong’s face, “Oh, I don’t, don’t I? I beg to differ. I’ve longed to take you out since the minute you started popping up with that damn Pirate King title, as only a teen, no less… A fight with you is exactly the kind of thing I want, I think.”

“Then you’ll get one,” Hongjoong snarled, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t go easy on anyone who threatens my crew.”

“Ah, but let’s make it interesting, why don’t we?” Sweet clapped his hands once, as if he weren’t setting the terms of a battle, “If I win our fight, and I will win, I get the little bird back. I didn’t get to have much fun with her before, wanted to keep her pure for the sales, but I doubt her parents are expecting her to be untouched after being with pirates for so long.” Hearing those words made you feel as though you would be sick, wanting nothing more than to just throw him into the ocean and be done with it.

It seemed Hongjoong agreed, as he immediately shot it down, “Absolutely not. She’s a human being, she’s not some prize you can offer up, and most importantly she is my crew member. I won’t trade her away.”

“I’d like to see you try to stop me when you’re dead!” Sweet laughed yet again, and you once again had to stop Jongho from attacking him. From beside you, you could feel a dark anger come from San, and it looked like the rest of the crew was in a similar state.

Looking at Hongjoong, you told him, “It’s alright, Hongjoong. I trust you to win.”

Clearly not happy with the turn of events, he sighed, “Fine. But if I win, I get your ship. I’m not as low as you as to wager real people. And most importantly, you leave us alone, you hear me? I won’t ever want to see you again after this.”

“Oh trust me, you won’t,” Sweet agreed, “Let’s meet somewhere, like maybe Nassau or-!”

“No,” Hongjoong instantly responded, “Nowhere with civilians. There’s no need to involve them or put them at risk.”

“Well, you’re no fun,” Sweet grumbled, but relented, “Alright then, we’ll meet back here then. I doubt either of us are in, ah, proper conditions to fight yet, so let’s say… three months? That should be enough to get our ships in top form.”

“Bastard just wants to make sure he isn’t at a disadvantage,” Seonghwa muttered, but went ignored. If you were being honest, The Utopia could do with some work as well, having been dealt a bit of damage from Maddox’s storm.

“Very well, then,” Hongjoong agreed, “We’ll meet back here in three months. Until then, however, get the hell off my ship.”

“Very well, very well,” Sweet relented, making his way back to his own ship, but not before giving you another look, “I’ll be seeing you soon, little bird.”

“I hope your ship sinks,” You spat back, not in the mood to deal with him any longer. With a final laugh, Sweet returned to his ship, sailing away as you finally were able to drop your façade. You almost felt yourself sink to the ground if it weren’t for San holding you up, your head in hands in stress.

“Hongjoong, what are we going to do?” Seonghwa asked, a serious look on his face, “He knows about our families, and are we even ready to fight him?”

“We’ll have to be,” Hongjoong answered grimly, “But we have to check up on your families, if you all want.” Seonghwa, Yunho, and Mingi all looked conflicted at the question, but Jongho had no such restraint.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Captain,” The youngest said, “I need to make sure they’re safe.”

“I understand,” Hongjoong nodded, “We’ll head to Tortuga first, to get the proper repairs done, then we’ll head off. And as for you,” He turned to you, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to learn how to fight.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’re one of the crew now, so it’s going to be expected of you to know how to fight,” Hongjoong explained, “It’s sooner than I would’ve liked, but unfortunately fate doesn’t seem to be on our side in this situation.”

“Hongjoong, I’m not exactly built for fighting…” You said, clearly worried about what could happen with you with a sword.

“I know, but I won’t have you defenseless, especially against Elias Sweet of all people,” He replied, “We’ll use the three months given to us to train you, you should be able to hold your own by the time the fight rolls around. San and Wooyoung can teach you.”

“Does this mean that-?” Wooyoung’s excitement was cut short at Hongjoong’s next words.

“Without the actual firing of guns, Wooyoung.”

“That’s not fair! I’ll need to see her shoot in order to see how well she can aim!” Wooyoung argued, making a fairly good point for once.

Hongjoong thought about it, then sighed, “Alright, do what you want, but you need to have Seonghwa watch over you whenever you do, alright?”

“Fiiiiine, you’re no fun, Captain,” Wooyoung pouted, but clearly he wasn’t upset about being able to get what he wanted.

You sighed, wanting nothing more than to just go bundle yourself up in bed and never leave, “This is going to be a long three months… Where are we going, anyway?”

“To where Jongho’s parents and siblings are,” Seonghwa answered, “If Sweet knows about them, then it’s best to make sure they’re alright. There shouldn’t be any way for him to know about any of our families’ existences.”

“I didn’t know you had families, if I’m being honest,” You confessed, feeling guilty for assuming.

Seonghwa waved it off, “It’s really only Jongho, the rest of us… It’s fairly complicated. While some of us have families, per se, we haven’t seen them in years. And Hongjoong, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung don’t have any at all, so it’s really not them we have to worry about.”

“Are you one of the ones who haven’t seen them in years?” You spoke softly, watching as he became uncomfortable by the question, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s alright,” He shook his head, “I haven’t seen them in six years, ever since I joined Hongjoong. It’s not that big a deal, truly.” Even you could tell that wasn’t true, that there was more to it than that, but you didn’t want to pry and make him say something he wasn’t ready to say.

“So, Jongho’s the only one on good terms with his family, then?” You questioned, trying to make sense of everything.

“Well, I’d sure hope he’s on good terms with them, all things considering,” Wooyoung snorted, not out of malice but rather at the thought Jongho could ever hate his family.

“What do you mean by that?” You looked to them.

“Well, it’s simple, really,” Wooyoung’s next words shocked you more than you would’ve expected.

“His family is the reason he became a pirate in the first place.”

[rahleeyah]

So what is the fucking ridiculous ott svu fic idea you've been kicking around in your head for two weeks????

Lmao ok well you asked for it but let me reiterate: it is way ott and I would never write it. But here we go.

Under a cut bc this got long lol

Set somewhere around s17. Dodds, Amanda, Carisi, Liv is a lieutenant, she hasn't shacked up with Tucker yet. They catch a case. Dead woman in a warehouse.

And Warner comes in to see Liv. Says they ran the dna from the blood they found and when they didn't get any hits they expanded the search to include familial matches, the way they sometimes do. And Warner asks to see Liv alone. Says some news is best delivered in private. The team watches through the glass while they talk, curious.

Warner leaves, and Liv comes out with the folder she gave her. Calls the team around and explains that there's blood from two women, the dead woman and an unknown second victim. Explains that when Warner ran the search for familial matches she got a hit.

"this man," she says, and slaps a photo on the murder board, "Simon Marsden."

And Fin is immediately like oh shit. "Hey, lieutenant, you want me to take it from here?" Trying to give Liv an out. The squad is now really curious, bc Liv is clearly upset and Fin clearly knows why, but they don't.

But Liv shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and explains. Explains why Simon's DNA is in the system. Explains that based on the lab's analysis, their missing victim probably has the same father.

"ok so we track down Marsden's parents" one of them suggests.

Liv is now in like physical pain.

"can't. His parents died years ago. And besides, as far as they were aware his father Joe only had one daughter.

"ok so we find her."

Liv takes a deep breath.

"it's me. Simon Marsden and I have the same father."

And she explains the whole thing. What happened to her mother, how she found Simon, that Joe knew about her, kept tabs on her, even told his wife that he had a daughter. And the squad is silent as they listen, as all these layers get pulled back and they catch a glimpse of a side of Liv they've never seen before. Well, none of them but Fin, who knows all this already.

Liv explains given what she knows about Joe, and given the fact he kept up with Liv, this missing woman, whoever she is, was probably born the same way Liv was, but maybe her mother gave her up for adoption. They can't go digging through court records, but they have her blood type, an approximate age, and they can check missing persons for a woman matching that description.

And they get a hit. A high school guidance counselor, about the same age as Liv, with the same dark hair and dark eyes, with the same blood type.

The rest of this is and cut and pasted from messages to @featherpluckn so it's a little disjointed I beg forgiveness.

Liv knows she can't investigate this further, had to leave it to her team. They find her sister but not the guy. She wants to go see her sister (even if she's unconscious) and she needs to let the team work it without interference. She puts out a call asking for someone to step in the run her squad while she takes a few days.

Elliot answers. In this verse he's been back with nypd and been promoted but they still haven't seen each other in years.

Liv goes to the hospital. Her sister is awake. She wasn't assaulted; the guy mostly kept her drugged. But the few times she was conscious he told her he was waiting for Olivia. So she's naturally a little freaked out, both by what happened and the fact that Olivia is here, and a perfectly nice police officer. What the fuck let's say there's some connection to Lewis. Obvi it isn't him bc he dead but let's say it looks like his work and so Liv understands that the guy's plan was to find her and make her watch. She's now terrified for Noah, works with Elliot to get him somewhere safe. Elliot brings him into the station.

She gets to know her sister. Laura's adoption was closed so she has no idea how she came into the world and Liv is reluctant to tell her. This woman is kind and shockingly upbeat and just so normal. Olivia doesn't wanna ruin that.

But word is getting out. There's a parade of faces, cops, lawyers, old friends, coming to check on Liv, coming to check on her sister. Sister is sort of impressed; the story her new sister has told her is horrific but there are all these people, so many people, eager to love her.

Sister overhears fractured conversations with Elliot and goes 👀👀👀

Brian Cassidy comes by, let's say, cause he heard it was connected to Lewis and not only was he dating Liv when it happened he's the one who put her back together after, stayed with her through all that trauma and growth, moved in with her, loved her through it, and he knows what it means to her and he has to see her.

And then!!! It's over!!! And they get to be a happy family!! And sister is inducted into this world full of people who love Olivia, and love her sister by extension, and there's a real sweet moment near the end where Olivia gets to the station late at night and she goes into the cribs and finds Elliot and Noah snuggled up and Noah is fast asleep and Elliot holds out his hand and Liv comes and squeezes into the tiny bunk with them and they all sleep together.

Laura's psychology degree is screaming at her that something is going on with Olivia. At first she doesn't know Liv is her sister. Liv explains that she's a police officer, and that they think Liv is involved bc the man who took Laura, he hurt the dead woman in a very specific way. A way Liv herself got hurt. Cassidy turns up (Laura's husband is out of town on business) and he's cracking jokes and being dumb in that way he has that's meant to put people at ease. He gets them somr macaroni and cheese from the cafeteria. Laura likes him and she sees the intense way they are with each other. But then she hears the phone calls with Elliot. Elliot turns up the next day while Liv and Noah are in with Laura. Liv is sitting down. Elliot is explaining to Laura that they caught the guy and she doesn't have to worry but she's watching his hand settle heavily on the back of Liv's neck.

Fully for my own benefit we'd do a thing where Liv knows it's not really kosher for her to be talking to a witness so she has to record their conversation. And take her calls on speaker. So when she has to talk to Elliot - about Noah, about how they think it has to be something to do with Lewis, Laura hears the whole thing.

I just. It's so OTT but it's fun for me right now lmao Liv not quite going to pieces but doing that thing where she's just holding back tears and speaking in that shaky whisper as she explains things and Laura realizes how much grief she's been thru. Laura, being a well adjusted soul who didn't actually *see* anything happen and who understands that this is just a really horrible one off and that she's gonna be ok long term, being more focused on Liv, on her damage and her strength, than what happened to Laura herself.

HER SWEET SISTER. Who is married and has two college age daughters. They come over to Liv's, after, and it's a nice apartment and Noah is sweet and they're having a nice time. Then there's a knock on the door. It's Fin. Then another. Amanda this time. Then they all come pouring in, Cassidy and Elliot and Carisi and Dodds and Barba, all these people who independently decided to check on Liv and now it's an impromptu party. Cassidy walks up to Laura's husband "hey how bout those Mets" and he's relieved to have a normal conversation. Elliot is in the floor playing with Noah. They order food. Laura turns to Liv and smiles and says "you have a beautiful family, Olivia."

[roseelise]

Safe Place (JJ Maybank)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise.

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Elizabeth Miller (not canon for SWEET)

Word Count: 2349

Author’s note/warnings: mentions of physical and mental abuse, PTSD, fighting, injuries description, soft JJ, supporting/soft pogues, John B being a good friend, 

Requested: Hi! Can you do a JJ Maybank request where y/n is getting abused at home and when jj is mad and John b it scares y/n. She’s usually confident and denies anything JJ asks. Jj steps towards y/n and she yells at him. Y/n tries to back away from him, but she trips and gets hurt from her previous bruises. Jj helps her but she is still reluctant, and it is super cute ;)))

Again, I changed it to an Elizabeth Miller x JJ Maybank bc yeah, I prefer writing it

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It was raining when Elizabeth arrived at the Routledge’s house, already playing nervously with her sweater she looked at her reflection in a window, hoping that the harsh rain hadn’t smudged or “wiped off” her make up covered bruises. Her whole body ached as she walked the few steps leading to the front door.

“Hello?” She said opening the door.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself John B!” She heard JJ yell. “Thinking that you’re better or whatever!”

“You’re on probation JJ! Peterkin gave you chances after chances and you keep blowing it!” She heard heavy footsteps coming her way and she stiffened.

Both teenagers seeing the girl but not saying anything to her.

“I’LL BE FINE JOHN B! Unlike you I managed to survive without my friends’ parents or the fucking sheriff bailing me out everything I fuck up.” The blonde yells, finger pointing at his best friend as he walked closer to him, a few inches between them.

“Don’t listen, don’t listen.” Elizabeth whispered to herself as she walked a foot from them going to sit on the couch, her pointer fingers scratching off the skin around her fingers.

“You’re a fucking asshole JJ, the Carrera’s and the Heyward’s always offered to help you but you’re too damn proud to accept it. Don’t fucking complain about not having shit when you have it but don’t take it.” John B said, raising his arms in anger, moving suddenly towards the brunette making her flinch.

She saw his face change, softening, while JJ was still fueled with anger.

“That’s how I was raised John B, I don’t need handouts.” He yells getting angrier at the pity in his best friend’s eyes. John B’s eyes fleeting quickly to the girl, trying to make her way to the guest room with getting anyone’s attention.

“JJ, calm down.” John B said, suddenly calm at the sight of the slightly trembling girl.

“I’m so sick of your hypocrite shit John B.” He said turning around to throw his fist into the wall, the punch landing not even a foot away from the girl making her whimper and flinch hard, hard enough that she walked straight into the ottoman, falling on the floor on her side. Screaming in pain, it pulls JJ out of his anger, John B immediately at the girl’s side, helping her stand up, flinching when his hand pulls her up by her shoulders.

“Don’t- don’t touch me John B.” She said quietly.  

“I’m just hel—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME, JOHN!” She screams, her voice so vulnerable it wasn’t as loud or as strong and confident as she had hoped. The teenager raises his hand into the air defensively, leaving her on the floor. JJ alarmed at seeing his usually bright and confident girlfriend so vulnerable takes a step towards her, only to have her take a step back towards the hallway. She watches his expression change to a pained and confused one, never had she flinched away from him. She subconsciously puts a hand over her shoulder, rubbing it and wincing. She raises her arm in the air, making her shirt riding up and the boys gasp when they see the violet, blue and yellow marks on her side.

“Angel?” JJ calls out to the girl, his voice cracking, not believing his eyes.

“I’m okay, JJ. Bad fall is all.” She mumbles. “I’m gonna change my clothes, they’re all damp from the rain.” She says trying to hold back a sob at the pressure on her side. She takes a breath and walks to the spare room, closing the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” John B asks his blonde best friend. JJ shakes his head in shock and pain, recognizing the same defensive and fidgety persona he had been stuck with since he was a child.

“I’ll- I’ll be back.” He says softly to his friend, his breathing hard.

He walks hesitantly to the door, moving the knob without a sound, finding locked.

“Angel... Can you open the door for me please?” He mumbles against the door, his voice soft. “I’m sorry I scared you, would you mind letting me see your pretty face?” He asks, he looked back at John B, seeing his friend looking at the door with pity. His attention snaps back towards the door when he heard sniffles.

“I’m fine, J. Just changing, I’ll be out in a sec.” She says and he immediately knows that she is right against the door.

“I love you, Beth.” He says his head falling on the door with a thud.

On the other side of the door, Elizabeth is sitting against the door, looking at her half naked body, her hands tracing the weirdly shaped bruises. She stifles a sob when she hears JJ sliding down the door. She stands up, puts on dry clothes belonging to JJ and she slips into the bed, curling up on herself.

After a while, forty-five minutes to be exact, JJ starts to get worried.

“John B?” The curly headed teen looks up at his best friend, sitting in front of him against the wall. “You still got that key, right?” John B nods and stands up, going to his room and coming back a minute later with a silver key, handing it to the blonde.

“I’ll go out, get us some food from The Wreck, maybe get Kie and Pope here?” John B offers receiving a grateful smile.

“Sounds good. Seeing Kie will probably make her feel better.” JJ agrees, gripping the key tightly, he stands up, offering a hug to his friend. “Thanks, JB.”

“Anything for you man, her too.” He walks out the front door, leaving the two broken souls to put the pieces together.

He makes sure to not startle her or make any loud noises. He unlocks the door, seeing that the room had been plunge in darkness. He turns his head towards where the bed is, hearing her soft snores. He turns on the bedside lamp, making the girl frown is her sleep.

“Angel,” he says being careful to not hurt her as he caressed her hair. “open your eyes for me.” He mumbles

“Mmmh” she says burrowing her head in the pillow JJ usually used. “JJ?” she raises her head only to see her blonde headed boyfriend look at her with sad blue eyes. “what are you doing here? I locked the door.” She looks at the door seeing a key stuck inside the lock. “oh.”

“are you okay?” he asks, digging deep into her green eyes.

“yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” her eyes avoiding his

“look at me, Beth.” He asks and she does. “you know that I love you, right? So much, but I want you to tell me who hurt you.”

“N-nobody, I told you I fell down the stairs the other night. Went to a party at some kooks house with friends and got drunk.” She says looking directly into his eyes, repeating the rehearsed line that she used oh so many times and that’s when it clicked in JJ’s mind, she had used this excuse a few times, never making him doubt anything because he knew his girlfriend was clumsy.

“Shit. Beth how long has this been going on?”

“Since I was born, JJ. You know I’m not the best on my feet” she says moving her head to the side slightly and he gasps, eyes wide in horror as he sees the blueish, yellowish borderline green faded bruise on the side of her face, followed by some smaller ones scattered to her neck. “what?” she asks sitting up against her body’s wishes and she looks in the mirror, “oh fuck” she mumbles when she notices that the foundation, she had spent minutes blending on the face had been smudged. She looks at the white pillow seeing a pinkish tint on it.

JJ felt angry; anger, pain, pity, sadness. He was overcome with emotions at seeing his girlfriend avoid his gaze, her lower lip trembling as sobs silently and rapidly took over her body. JJ reaches out to bring her to his chest only to have her flinch away.

“Baby, baby, look at me, angel.” He says searching for her eyes. He doesn’t want to touch her in case she gets scared and shuts off. “Come on, my angel, show me the forest I love so much.” He says referring to her forest green eyes. She looks up, eyes filled to the brim with water. “Oh, my angel.” He says reaching softly for her hands, his own going up her arms with a feather like touch, adding pressure to her shoulders and bring her body against his.

He holds her tightly, without hurting her as sobs after sobs escape her body. He lifts her up, her legs naked under the blankets and a shaky breath leaves his lips when he sees the top of her legs covered in fists shaped bruises. He burrows his face in the crook of her neck, leaving frail kisses up her neck and to her lips. Peck after peck as the both let go of the tears that accumulated in their eyes.

“Show me.” He says against her lips and she presses a long kiss to his pink lips before breathing in.

“Promise- JJ promise me that you won’t go over there.” She says her eyes closed.

“who did that?”

“Kevin,”

“your mom’s friend?” she nods and he breaths in through his nose, before kissing her forehead. Keeping his hands on her as she painfully removes the hoodie. JJ’s eyes catch sights of her bruised skin, inches after inches. He inhales noisily, his hands rubbing comfortingly her thighs and the skin appearing. She sits back on her knees, JJ following her, he grabs her hands, kissing the tip of each finger, then her palms where marks of nails had been dug. He kisses up each arm, laying her back carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her tears never stopping.

“So beautiful.” He mumbles against her shoulder. He places himself between her thighs, kissing each bruise that he could touch. “I love you so much, my angel.” He takes off his own shirt, nothing sexual about it, simply wanting his own bruised skin to touch hers. She knew about his home situation, Elizabeth being witness to it to many times to count in the years they had known each other.

They lay down on the bed, before JJ sits up and walks to the door, grabbing the key and putting it on the table, he locks the door and goes back to her. They face each other, her red eyes looking up at him, she felt safe for the first time in days. She felt at home, her own fingers tracing the bruises on his abdomen, something she had done dozens of time whenever they were intimate or simply when JJ had had a bad few days at home.

“I love you.” She says as he wipes away a tear from her cheek and she leans into his comforting and tender touch.

“I’ll get us out of here, I promise.” He mumbles and kisses her lips a last time before he pulls their half naked bodies together and they fall asleep for a short nap.

A nap that’s interrupted when the front door slams shut, the girl’s body stiffening and relaxing when she hears her friends’ laughter and loud voices. She breathes out in relief and rests against the warm skin of her boyfriend’s.

“Hi.” His voice his full of sleep and he tightens his hold on her.

“Hello.” She speaks against his skin, smiling at the comforting thought of her boyfriend and their friends. She places a kiss between his two pecs, making him sigh.

“I’ll go with them, okay? Let you put some clothes on.” He kisses the top of her head before reluctantly getting out of the bed.

“I love you, JJ” She smiles as he puts his shirt over his head, leaving the boots next to the bed.

“I love you, my angel.” He unlocks and opens the door, all the gazes settling on him and he shifts uncomfortably.

“How’s she?” John B asks, concerned about his friend.

“She’ll be good.”

“Is she coming out?” Kie asks her voice shaking.

“Yeah, just changing clothes. Guys, don’t—”

“We get it, J” Pope says slapping his friend on the shoulder, bringing him in for a hug.

JJ hears shuffling behind the door, his head snapping to the opening door, her small frame walking through. Her body was engulfed in his clothes, her face fresh of any make up, the girls, Kie and Sarah, gasp at the sight of their friend. John B and Pope angry like never before.

“My baby.” Kie sighs opening her arms to her best friend. Elizabeth walks to the girl letting her engulf her in a safe hug, Sarah following soon after, the two tallest girls holding the broken girl up. She pulls away from them, looking up at the two boys next to her boyfriend, both sporting angry expressions and she walked to them getting on her tip toes and kissing their cheeks.

“I’m gonna be okay.” She says, walking backwards until her back collides JJ’s chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her neck, making her smile. “I’m safe.”

[peterpcrkcr]

new but familiar | p.b.p. imagine

Pairing: third person female readerxpeter (bc it’s clearly a self insert, i’ll say it)

Words: 1.6k

summery: peter is taking a walk, thinking to himself about the world around him, when karen alerts him to some trouble ahead.

ENDGAME SPOILERS INCLUDED BELOW THE CUT!

So this was the new normal, a phrase that had little meaning before the big snap. Well, the big snap and then several smaller, but equally significant snaps that came after. Whatever the case, whatever situation, the world was forever changed. People lost only to come back in this new normal. Their loved ones five years older, five years moved on.

The trees were taller. The wind had changed. With less people the air was cleaner, the water too. But everyone came back.

Peter walked down the street, headphones in his ears trying desperately to get lost in the old 80’s hits. Something about that time period felt familiar. Maybe it was just the good music that felt right. The rest of it was rough, if he was being honest. Not like he was there.

Peter was now 16 again. He hadn't not been 16 during those five years, he'd just been in a sort of deep sleep. A resting place until it was time to wake again. Now he had to adjust with the world that had aged around him. Luckily, most of his friends had also been sent to the resting place. He wasn't left to graduate as the new kid.

Liz Allen was now 21. So was Lincoln and Cindy. Sally was 20 because she was a year younger than everyone else. But the point is they'd grown up in the half a planet while Ned, and MJ, and Peter, and Flash, and Betty had rested.

He shook his head at the thought. To be paused. Life halted. If he had the choice would he have wanted to age? Would anyone want to live in the world where you couldn't hit the breaks and wait for someone else who would never catch up?

“I could just travel back and-” he shook his head again. And what? Grow up again? Going back before the snap wouldn't change the fact that he got snapped in the first place so that idea was stupid.

Maybe he could change when he was born. No, stupid. Then he'd never have met Ned, or MJ.

Maybe his parents would've survived. Maybe Uncle Ben, too.

“No.” He said out loud, gaining the attention of someone at the corner of the crosswalk he waited at. They went back to the attention of their newspaper. Peter peered over their shoulder, the headline:

Avengers Bring Everyone Home, but at What Cost?

Peter grinned, let out a puff of amused air from his nose. That headline was a bit too on the nose itself.

Of course he'd want to have gotten out of the resting place. Right? Yes. Can't be selfish and ask for more time away. The population returning to normal also meant the return of bad. Of evil. Whether he liked it or not, he had to come back. The world needed him, and he'd never admit that, but it was the truth.

Peter made his way across the street, nearly got run over by someone in a car so eager to turn the corner they didn't look out for him. He was quick to adjust, though.

Once across the street he scanned the faces of people. Noticing rather easily if they'd been snapped or not.

People who had been look relieved. Almost excited to be back in the game of Life. Those who hadn't? They looked tired. Still sad, but relieved underneath the exhaustion.

Aunt May looked that way when Peter came home. Smothered him for a week before letting him go to school. Called off of work for the first time in 16 years to care for him, even though he was fine. In all honesty she did it for herself. The one thing since loving Ben that she did only for herself. Her boy had returned. Her sun.

Her son.

A puddle he hadn't noticed soaked his shoe and sock inside. Nothing worse than walking around with a wet sock in a wet shoe. It wasn't like he had been doing anything in particular anyway, so changing into the old suit for the rest of the day wouldn’t be a big deal.

An alley or a porta potty, it didn't matter so long as no one saw him go in. He just figured since the world was so wrapped up in itself and getting by that he could basically get away with changing whenever. Just about wherever, too.

He shoved his clothes in his backpack. Ditched his socks in a dumpster, set his shoes on top of his clothes, like a dork. He didn't think about it at the time, but doing that was just going to make his clothes dirty and wet too. Classic 16 year old boy.

16.

He sighed. Always 16. It felt like he had been 15-16 for years even before the snap, and the snap really just cemented that he would forever be stuck a teenager. Whoever was writing his life really should've figured out how to make what was usually the most upsetting and confusing years in a person's life go by faster because this was getting old.

Thwip.

Out of the alleyway and through the streets where whoever looked up and caught the site of him cheered. It didn't matter if they'd been snapped or not, people cheered when they saw him. He didn't live for the fanfare. He lived because he was lucky enough to. Too many people he loved had been lost to not appreciate every second he was gifted.

Thwip.

Around a corner, another. This was much easier than waiting for the crossing signal. Less death defying, if one could believe it, than using a crosswalk.

The music played in the mask, kept him from focusing too much on his thoughts. The mask was a really a gift in more sense than the literal one. If he didn't have it the world would be too much around to function.

Blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Birds and New York rats and tourists and cabs. A bustling city waiting to burst again. Peter sighed. This was home.

“Trouble ahead.” Karen's voice sounded over the music she'd lowered for Peter to listen. He stayed quiet, followed the ping she'd put on the screens. “Looks like a robbery of an old Oscorp Laboratory.”

“Of course.” He landed near the open hole that'd been blasted or busted in by who he assumed was the bad guy. “Nothing like a universal genocide being reverted to bring out the bad guys.”

He took three confident steps toward the entrance before feeling a shiver course through his body. He spun slightly on his left foot to stand sideways as a body flew from the hole. He watched the man in classic black robber garb roll over on to his stomach to cough.

“There's still three people in there.” Karen alerted to Peter who was just finishing up wrapping the man in webs. When he stood back up again to make his way inside, two other men dressed in black, ski masks and everything, flew out of the open hole in the wall. “One person now.”

“Who is it?” He asked as he webbed up the other two men, head turning periodically to keep an eye on the hole in the wall.

“I don't know. They're not reading on any of my databases. Maybe they're not from this planet.” Karen said, sounding a little worried.

Peter felt that shiver once again and stood, hands at the ready to shoot preventative webs at whatever came from the old Oscorp Lab.

A couple bits of rubble adjusted as the figure came out of the darkness and into the light.

Peter's furrowed brow softened. His eyes widened. It was a girl. Broad shoulders, strong arms. A mask over her eyes a la The Incredibles style. Just a navy blue ribbon with two holes in them to reveal her eyes. She stood at the top of the mount of rubble, hands on her hips, taking in a breath to release it contently.

“Scanning.” Karen said as Peter stood there silently taking the mystery girl in. He started to sweat. Hands shook a little as he relaxed his battle stance. It almost looked like her hair was blowing in a little bit of a breeze. He got lost in it. “She's 17. Her DNA is a match for-”

“Hey, Spider-Man!” She shouted almost accusingly as she stepped down from the accidental stage. He looked around as if searching for who she was talking to, like there was more than one Spider-Man. When she was close enough to for him to notice she was a little bit taller than him he blushed. “What are you doing here?”

“Fighting bad guys?” He suggested, looking around and the three unconscious men webbed up around the two of them.

“No, I just did that. I meant what are you doing in Brooklyn?” She tilted her head, hands still on her hips triumphantly. He finally met her gaze and felt warmth in his heart. Her eyes. They were familiar. Not the color or the size or the shape, but the person behind them. The soul inside.

New, but familiar.

“Where should I be?” He asked relaxing his shoulders.

“Queens.” She said knowingly.

“I mean, Queens has it's crime, but I think I'm allowed to go outside every once in a while, and I do my best work outside of Queens anyway, and what makes you say that i should be in Queens anyway?” He talked a lot when he was worked up. And he was worked up because she knew something she probably shouldn't.

“My grandfather told me about you.” She admitted.

“What about me?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Peter-” Karen said, but he shook his head to stop her.

“You were snapped.”

“Everyone knows that.”

“Does everyone know you're 16?” She asked.

“Wait a minute…”

“Peter, she’s-” Karen tried again, he spoke over her.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“I'm the daughter of Michael and Jean Rogers.” She said. His eyes widened even more. “Granddaughter of Margaret and Steven Rogers.”

[koolkvat-blog]

       hello  loves  ,   what’s  up  !   i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  &  to  finally  play  my  precious girl  ,   jade aka kool kat   .   i’m  LOLA  ,   use  she / her prounouns  ,   i am NINETEEN  ,   &   i  am  currently  in  the  gmt + 1 timezone  which  means  yes  ,  my  ass should’ve  been  awake  for  intro  posting  but  i  don’t  know  what  time  management  is  and  ended  up  swamped  w/  work  ,  so  !   everything   you  need  to  know  about  about  miss  kat  is  under  the  cut  ,   &  i’m  rlly  thrilled  to  be  apart  of  such  a  wonderful  rp  with  such  gorgeous  muses  .  corniness over  ––   if  you’re  looking  to  plot  sumn  out  ,   just  hit  that   ♥︎    &   i’ll  make  my  way  on  over  to  ur  dms  ,  or  feel  free  to  add  me  up   on  discord  which  i’ll  give  in im’s  if  anybody’s  interested  !   ♡♡♡         tw  :   family issues  ,  body image issues  &  drug mention  ( not  explicit ) . 

001 . SYNOPSIS  . FULL     NAME  .      jade        kikuchi . NICKNAMES  .      kool kat    . AGE  .      twenty - one . DATE     OF     BIRTH  .      twenty  -  seventh     of     september   ,     1993      /     libra . PLACE     OF     BIRTH  .      harajuku ,   tokyo ,     japan .         GENDER  .       cisgender     female . SEXUALITY  .     (  closeted  )  pansexual  . NATIONALITY  .      japanese  ,  now  american  too  after  successfully  gaining  citizenship  . ETHNICITY  .      asian  . OCCUPATION  .       fashion designer at katz designz      ,     former  fashion  design  and  journalist  student  back  in  her  original  timeline  . PLAYLIST  .      here  !  (  +  )     charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . (  -  )     deceptive ,  independent ,  emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .  

002 . AESTHETIC  .      wheatgrass  smoothies , 90′s  anime  with  subtitles  , chanel  no. 5, speeding  on  a  desert  road  with  the  windows  down ,  painting  your  toenails  on  the  dashboard ,  neon  prints ,  cat  lazing  on  a  balcony  in  the  sun , black  lace ,  japanese  horror  films  ,  sour  cocktails  with  sugar  around  the  rim , half - smoked  cigarettes ,  stacks  of  fashion  magazines , long  hair  hastily  dyed  different  colours in  a  motel  bathroom ,  thrift  stores   .

003. INFORMATION  .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way. 

•    heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this . 

•    so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’. 

•    born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that. 

•    her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

•    ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever. 

•    like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that 

•    she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality. 

•    according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between. 

•    so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

•    jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure 

•    best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes 

•    she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat.. 

•    still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.  

•    anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS . 

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends –  to the point of co - dependence –  and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all. 

frenemies / enemies /  rivals  . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests .  jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships –  that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man. 

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

[redgillan]

Smoke Gets in your Eyes - 2/2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Almost ten years after graduating from high school, you reunite with your childhood best friend, Bucky Barnes, and share some fond memories.

Word Count: 2,714

Warnings: None?

A/N: I tried to make this not too mushy but honestly idk how to do that. Anyway, I hope you like this :) Bc of tumblr’s gross update italics are flashbacks i’ve put asterisks idk if it helps

Part 1

Previously:

“Look at me,” he said softly. He waited until your thick, wet lashes lifted and your eyes met his. “Do you remember the night before you left town?”

Of course you remembered. You closed your eyes as Bucky’s voice transported you back to the night you’d never forget.

*

The night before you left town, you and Bucky took the going-away gift Tony had prepared for you, a picnic basket filled with your favourite food, and went to the treehouse. The treehouse was where you and Bucky became friends, where you spent most of your time, even though you were both young adults now.

Graduation had been bittersweet. Your parents and Bucky took about a hundred photos of you and Sam in your graduation gowns. It had been a lovely day, but the next day Sam left for California and you spent the entire day crying your eyes out.

That was almost two months ago.

“You sure you’ll be safe in New York?” Bucky asked after a long moment of silence.

“I’ll be fine.”

He watched you carefully, but saw nothing in your reaction to worry him. He tried to convince himself that you were a grown woman, but every time he looked at you he saw that sweet little girl who had worked her way into his life.

He wouldn’t have it any other way, but the thought of not being there for you was painful. It did not help that his father had casually mentioned that over 500 people had been murdered in New York the previous year and that it was a dangerous place for a young woman. Especially a young woman who had been living all her life in a small town.

Needless to say Bucky was terrified.

He needed to be strong. You were no longer a child he had to protect, you were a young woman with a head full of dreams.

“You worry too much, James Barnes,” you said with a kind smile. You brushed a thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone in an attempt to ease his fears. “It’s getting late, we should go home.”

“We are home,” Bucky reminded you with a grin. “The treehouse belongs to my folks.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a member of the Barnes household.”

“You kinda are.”

You got to your feet and started to gather the dirty plates into the basket. Bucky followed your lead and helped you clean up the mess.

Your parents knew you were in the treehouse with Bucky, they were not worried, but it was dark outside and there wasn’t much light from the streetlamp because the tree was in the way.

Bucky climbed down the rope ladder and jumped to the ground. He placed the basket down and waited for you. Once you had your feet on solid ground again, you turned to face Bucky.

“So this is it, uh?” you said, rubbing your arms with your hands to keep yourself warm. It was the middle of August, yet a slight chill crept into the air.

“I guess.”

“Give me a hug,” you requested with your arms stretched out.

He leaned forward and opened his arms, waiting for you to embrace him back. The whole street was plunged into darkness. As he tilted his head to kiss your cheek, he missed and kissed your lips instead.

You both stood still for a short moment. When you pulled back, you both mumbled apologies and exchanged nervous chuckles. His arms were still wrapped around your torso, your chests almost touching.

When neither of you moved, Bucky searched your face anxiously, trying to gauge your mood. Your eyes were like two opals catching what little light there was. His heart was thumping. Each pulsation boomed in his ears like a drum echoing in a silent room.

Taking a chance he prayed he wouldn't regret, he pressed his lips to yours again, only this time it was intentional.

He breathed a soft, relieved sigh through his nostrils when you returned the kiss. Something snapped within him. His hands cupped your face as he backed you up against the tree, his lips claiming yours in a hungry, soul-sealing kiss.

The quiet, delicate noises you made only spurred him on. He squeezed his eyes shut, streaks of black, yellow and red fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids. You grabbed his shirt in your fists and kept him close, matching his ferocity with your own.

His lungs were begging him to do the natural thing and breathe. But there was no air, only you. The kiss was a jumble of tongue, teeth and lips moving desperately.

He wasn’t sure who broke the kiss, but now he was panting heavily, his forehead pressed against yours. He wished he could see you clearly in the dark, make out every feature of your face.

He panted, chest rising and falling as he basked in your warmth. Heat in his muscles made him feel like he was going to burst into flames. He wondered if your felt the same way.

“Goodbye, Bucky.” And just like that, you slipped away from him, taking your warmth and the softness of your skin with you.

He wanted to follow you, to talk about what had just happened. Fear crept into his stomach and he felt as if he had crossed a line. He was rooted to the spot, unable to speak or move.

You were gone now, yet his lips were still wet and warm to the touch.

Bucky never really thought of you as more than a friend. Sure, he knew you were a good-looking girl, maybe not conventionally beautiful, but you exuded vitality and goodwill and that added to your charm.

He stood there like an idiot, looking flustered and worried.

Bucky remembered the day Natasha had told him it was painfully obvious you two were into each other. He remembered the day you had stopped by to tell him you were dating Sam Wilson. They never got along, even though you kept saying they had a lot in common.

The answer came to him like a sudden flash of light in a dark place.

Bucky Barnes was madly, terribly, wholeheartedly in love with you.

*

Your eyes were shiny with unshed tears, but you had somewhat managed to keep yourself in check. You didn’t know the kiss had had such an impact on Bucky. Yet the raw emotion in his voice tugged at your heart.

“I want you to know I never meant to confuse you or hurt you in any way. I’ve always had deep feelings for you, not romantic feelings though, but that kiss...,” Bucky trailed off, unable to explain how utterly natural it had felt.

You let your head fall forward. Bucky waited patiently, his hands now resting on your bent knees. The silence in the treehouse was deafening. It seemed like minutes went by before he spoke again.

“I think I didn’t like Sam because we were too similar or maybe it was because he was a better version of me... I dunno, but I swear I’ve never tried anythin’-”

“I know,” you replied softly.

He heaved a small sigh of relief, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew you might not share his feelings, but that didn’t matter to him right now. Sam had been your first love –your first lover- and Bucky would have never deliberately stood between you and him. He wanted to make sure you knew that.

Bucky let you process for a moment and sat back next to you. He rested his head against the wall behind him and stretched out his long legs before him. He looked completely spent, his body and his mind were exhausted.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” Your arms were locked around your legs, and your forehead pressed against your knees.

He closed his eyes and tried to control his quivering chin. He wasn’t sure what you were apologizing for, but he didn’t take that as a good sign. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall and, instead, took a deep breath.

“I should have stayed that night,” you continued. “I was confused and I didn’t know what to say.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Bucky replied.

“No, but I ran away and it wasn’t right.”

Your voice was stronger this time and it made him open his eyes.

“I was supposed to come back home for Thanksgiving that year, but I told my parents I had too much work. It wasn’t true,” you said, turning your head to meet his eyes briefly. “And when my mom told me you were spending Christmas with Steve and his mother, I figured you didn’t want to run into me either.”

“Yeah,” Bucky scoffed lightly. “I was afraid of your reaction – I still am. I didn’t want things to be awkward between us. I was afraid to lose you.” He looked at you and found you staring at him. “I guess avoidin’ each other only made things worse.”

“Well, it certainly didn’t help,” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

“Anyone ever told you that you’re a smartass?” He cocked his head and flashed a teasing smile in your direction.

“Jerk,” you said without animosity.

The mood in the small treehouse shifted, the air suddenly saturated with unspoken questions. It was subtle, but Bucky was good at sensing subtleties.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but there was a question he had to ask, even if he was terrified of the answer.

“Do you ever think about me?”

His body tense as he waited for your answer. It could have been an innocent question, but his tone implied something else. He braced himself, half expecting you to reject him.

He could feel our gaze on him, but his mind and body buzzed with anxious energy and he refused to meet your eyes.

“I think about you all the time,” you admitted.

His lips curled in an adorable boyish smile and he lifted his arm to make room for you. That sweet gesture had been burned into his muscle memory by a thousand repetitions, no conscious thought or intention involved.

You scooted closer into the curve of his body and rested your head on his shoulder. He tucked you close to his side and let himself enjoy the touch of another human being.

“I wonder what would have happened between us if I’d stayed here,” you said, then looked up at him. “I almost didn’t go to New York, you know? I tried to make up some lame excuse to stay here, but it didn’t work. I don’t regret leaving town, but I wish we’d stayed in touch.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bucky replied in a whisper.

The light of the falling sun shone through the leaves of the tree, casting a golden hue on the walls of the treehouse. It was a beautiful shadow play, one you and Bucky knew well.

Bucky exhaled a shuddering breath. His parents’ house had been sold to a lovely couple. This would be the last time he’d sat in his treehouse, but at least you were by his side again. It almost felt too good to be true.

“We have so many memories here together,” he said, his thumb absently rubbing circles over your skin. He felt you shiver. “Sorry, are you cold?”

“No,” you said with a breathless chuckle, “it just feels good.”

If he had not been sitting there with you, he would have smacked himself on the forehead. Of course you were not cold. It was warm outside, just like the night he had kissed you.

His simple touch made your skin tingle and that thought made his heart flutter. There was no doubt in his mind that you had come back because you needed him in your life. And God knows he needed you.

Taking his silence as rejection, you asked, “Is it too late for us?”

“No,” he replied almost instantly, making you both chuckle.

“Good, because I think you ruined me for other men.”

Nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming emotions that had ripped through him as you looked up at him. You laid your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast.

Bucky became too self-conscious to sit still so he tried to shift his body in a futile attempt to find a more comfortable position. He told himself that you were just messing with him.

��I’m not teasing you,” you said, sensing his insecurity. “You’re my best friend. I haven’t seen you in eight years, but it’s like I never left. And trust me, it's been a long time since I’ve felt this comfortable around someone. I’ve tried dating, but everyone seems pretty bland in comparison to my best friend.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing for a while and then figured it out. “You really mean that? ‘Cause it sounds an awful lot like the things you say when I daydream.”

“You daydream about me?” you asked, pulling away to look him in the eye.

He instantly missed your warmth, but he knew that if he played his cards right, you’d be cuddling with him a lot more. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to comb back errant strands.

“I should've kept my mouth shut,” he grumbled.

He sat cross-legged with his head down and smiled to himself while biting his bottom lip. He glanced up at your through his lashes, but his face wrinkled into a scowl when you started laughing.

“God, I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of the smolder.”

“I wasn’t smoldering,” he argued, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Yes, you were. I’ve seen that look on your face before. You do that when you’re flirting.”

Like a petulant child, he folded his arms across his wide chest and huffed, “You’re impossible.”

“You’re such a child!”

You leaned into him and tickled his sides. He clenched his stomach muscles and watched you try to make him laugh. When you realized he wasn’t going to budge, you took a page out of his book and huffed out indignantly.

Your annoyed gasp made him turn his head slowly. You narrowed your eyes playfully at him and he gave you his best Zoolander look. You burst out laughing and he joined you the next second.

The tension slowly left your bodies. It felt good to laugh after what you’d just talked about. Bucky had not planned to have an extended conversation with you about the kiss. Two hours ago, he didn’t even know you were back in town.

Finally, you both calmed down and wiped the tears from your eyes.

Without breaking eye contact with Bucky, you bent your head, moving until your lips were a breath away from his. He licked his lips and closed his eyes before you closed the distance.

He parted his lips, opened his mouth and allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth. His senses were saturated with the scent and taste of you.

You kissed him gently, tenderly and Bucky felt like he was floating in slow motion. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him.

Bucky Barnes was still madly, terribly, wholeheartedly in love with you.

“When you’re goin’ back to New York?” he asked when you came up for air.

He found it hard to focus on anything when you started pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“In a couple of days.”

He knew your life was in New York. You didn’t love your job, but it was only temporary. This job would soon become a springboard to something bigger and better.

At that exact moment, Bucky decided he’d never let you go again. He had done that in the past and he regretted it every day. He had not known that what you two had was a once-in-a-lifetime love.

“It’s getting’ late,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’m starvin’, let’s go eat somethin’. My treat!”

You gave him a questioning look. There were so many unanswered questions, the biggest one of which was ‘What are we going to do now?’ He smoothed away the lines caused by your frown with his finger and promised you that everything would work out for the best.

There was nothing left for him in this town. His engineering degree was collecting dust, sitting unused in his drawer. Maybe New York was the answer to his questions.

fin

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[ofdanny]

mmmk so hi !! i’m taylor, i go by she/her pronouns, and i am very very excited to be here. my two muses are danny and todd and i’m not very good at these posts ?? and i also kind of don’t like them so lets just dive right into this, yay !!

HELLO my name is ( DANIEL HARTLEY ). people often mistake me for ( DYLAN O'BRIEN ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( EASY-GOING ) and ( APATHETIC ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( SEATTLE, WASHINGTON ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( WEEKEND by MAC MILLER ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

to say the least daniel was a surprise to his parents. they had no desire to have kids, but the only plus to him was that he just so happened to be a bouncing baby boy, and his father saw an opportunity to keep the company alive. as a child the only parental guidance he ever received was from his caregiver and homeschool teacher, ana— walking, potty training, puberty, his first kiss… ana was there for him through all of it.

his parents never gave him much attention outside considering they were too busy living their best lives as one of the most well-loved power couples. of course, it hurt him but ana eased the pain. the only time he received any actual attention from his mother was when his father would be working late and little four-year-old danny would walk into his parents room to find his mom. she’d let him brush her long, dark hair, or sing to him when she was in an exceptionally good mood some nights, or listen to him play the piano ( which he was learning at the time ) — those few evenings are engraved in his mind, his love for his mother growing with every short-ended second he spent with her. 

when daniel was thirteen his father told him that he was the heir of the greatest company of all time. to a normal, tween kid this would have sounded like a dream. but daniel loathed even the thought of it.when he was sixteen when his mom left him and his dad without any warning, and the reason for her leaving…? danny has no clue. he wasn’t very involved with his parents when he grew past the age of eight. ana was all he needed to an extent. 

due to his mothers disappearance his father kind of went off the deep end— anger issues, drinking, sleeping with other women. the communications technologies company that his father owned held it’s own for the time being until his father got back on his feet. that’s also when they up and officially settled in new york rather than switching between oregon and new york. all of this would have left danny unphased until his father fired ana out of spite, merely because he saw daniel was fine while he was drowning in sorrow. that’s when things started to go south for hartley. 

he had started to resent his father, his mother, and this posh lifestyle. he started to fight with people in public places, affecting his fathers reputation. he blew off every other new teacher that came in to teach him ( even though, eventually, he finally let up and is learning about business— his fathers wishes, of course. ), and he practically formed an unhealthy habit of spiraling, using booze and alcohol to help drink himself into incoherence. the only thing that helps clear his head is when he plays the piano, and he plays it well considering he mastered it at a young age.

nowadays, his father has him attend meetings and consistently tries to convince him to embrace the wealth and the power he may gain one day, but the discussion always ends in one of them red-faced, steam coming out of their ears. as said before, daniel hates this lifestyle. he never asked for the riches or the power, and he certainly doesn’t want it. you’d think he’d want love and affection, but he’s gone without it for so long that he no longer has a the cravings for it. he has very little for friends, and he prefers to keep to himself. he will purposefully hurt your feelings if you don’t leave him alone when he wants you to, and he won’t think twice about verbally abusing you, hitting your insecurities and things of the sort.

long story short, daniel is 23 years old. he’s very sarcastic, very dead-pan, and if you catch him on a bad day? he’s not nice, and he’s very hard to get along with so good fucking luck loldanny came back to oregon because his father said ‘it’d be good for him to gain some perspective’, but in reality he knew his father just didn’t want to take the time off of work and the thought of coming back to the place where he and his mother were once still together is… catastrophic. daniel didn’t fight against his dad wishes to come to the cabin. although, he also hates how nostalgic the place is. all in all, danny is just here to it in a corner and drink tbh

WANTED CONNECTIONS  ;

long lost friends - he gets to the cabins and runs into someone who looks familiar. turns out it’s his old buddie from when he was just a tot !! and wow you’ve changed kind of and shit daniel you’re still a dick huh lol

drinking buddies - the pair always meet at the same time on the same day, unspokenly, and it slowly grows from causal bar talk from across the counter to them pouring their souls out to each other and laughing until they crY ok how cute i stan

frenemies - the typical banter on these two is expected from everyone around, and at times they may cross the line with their horrid words and degrading insults but in the end they always result to tough love. but, god forbid one of them get’s too mushy with the other… they’d never live it down.

twisted - as toxic as they seem the pair always seem to end up together… in bed… naked. they are so wrong for each other that anybody could take one look at them and know that they wouldn’t last a day. but, somehow, they always manage to sex it out with no strings attached despite the screaming and the infuriating words they say to one another. they are perfectly wrong for each other and they both hate and love it at the same time. but how much longer can they keep this up…?  

HELLO my name is ( TODDERIC TENNER ). people often mistake me for ( THEO JAMES ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( AFFABLE ) and ( MANIPULATIVE ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( NAPA, CALIFORNIA ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( VOICES IN MY HEAD / STICK TO THE PLAN by BIG SEAN ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

when todd was pretty young he moved from foster house to foster house pretty much until his adopted father found him ( more on that later ). the story is that as a baby, todd was left at child services doorstep so tbh no one has a clUe who his parents are. • his history is the typical sob story of hating every home he moved to bc the people who took him in didn't want him in their home bc he was too problematic  and a "bad influence on their other children". he was just a very angry kid honestly • all that being said, when he was 15 he left the family he was supposed to stay with for another week or so but he honestly couldn't take being around that family anymore so he packed his backpack with the three pieces of clothes he had and left. he didn't know where he was going but when he turned into a dark alley he found two men beating and stomping another man nearly to death. like any kid with the least bit of common sense he turned around and legged it only to run into what felt like a wall but was a man three times his height.

long story short they dragged him back to their headquarters and pondered on whether or not they should just kill him or let him stick around. the man who was three times his height spoke up and they decided to keep him to help with operations.

all in all, Todd was adopted into this huge ass drug industry and was adopted by the super tall man who turned out to be basically this really big drug lord who wanted a son and found one yay !!

so todd basically learned how to lie, scheme, steal, fight, intimidate... pretty much a bunch of negative traits and he was great at it. he didn't like it but he simply did as he was told.

todd's now 27 and on a job that was supposed to be an easy pick up and dip out but it turned out to be a fucked drop bc the feds came and they caught todd and he was immediately put in prison but they soon let him out because they somehow could pin any hard evidence against him so he's now a free man rip

after that whole shabang todd took it upon himself to ditch the whole gang lifestyle and create a life for himself. he got on a bus and hit the road from oregon to california, using the money he made and saved from the past jobs to buy himself a comfortable house in napa and now he sells wine :)

he figured his old gang would come for him but they haven't yet and he isn't going to complain about it either. he's keeling his head low and staying quiet for the time being.

in reference to coming back to oregon is interesting bc after settling down in napa he went on a search for his parents only to find out that his father died in a car crash ten years back and his mother supposedly passed with him too, but they never found the body.

his father had a will written out though and in it stated that there was a house oregon that was left for todd and with it was a note with a simple apology, that hardly explained anything about why they abandoned todd and who they were, and an address that belonged to the cabins

todd is only here to find more information on his parents and history. ( wanted connection: maybe someone who knew his parents ? maybe someone else's parents knew his parents, recognized the name and "i'm so sorry for your loss...."

now his personality? he seems like a typical guy. he keeps to himself most of the time. since he's on a mission to find information he won't be afraid to use someone to get what he wants. if you get in his way he'll find a way around you or a way to move you. simple as that.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

roomies - todd and his roommate soon become acquaintances but it’s open for pretty much anything ? todd doesn’t truat anyone so maybe they sOMehow gain his trust and he lets them help find clues or information ? idk lets talk omg

use me - they’re friends but then again they’re not. lovers? yes and no. either way, the sex is great and when either is feeling stressed or sad or whatever the feeling, they text / call each other up and “my place or yours?”

you knew my parents ...?! ( this could potentially include multiple muses !! ) - todd is only here by chance and he is desperate to know who his parents were. one would think finding information would be hard, but the minute he mutters “tenner.” at check-in, some stranger places their hand on his back and whispers “i’m so sorry for your loss...”

  okay !! so this is very general and informal i'm sorry if it wasn't clear ?? if you have any questions or anything of the sort please feel free to ask !! ask me anything pls ill spill my guts to you. also i may be adding more wanted connections over time so please click here just in case i add more mmmk. again, ( i’ll keep saying this ) i’m thrilled to be here h2gkmo

[fmdholiday-blog]

hey kids! it’s me, trice, bringing in holiday han. as u might have read from the description on my blog, holiday’s not only an ex-member of bee, but also an ex-bitch who’s honestly doing the most and just trying her damn hardest every single day. catch me on discord @ trice#1884 or like this post for me to slide into your ims c: without further ado, here’s a little read-more about her!

condensed bio

born han ji-ae on december 25, 1993. her dad owns a massive five-star hotel chain across jeju, her mom is........ not very fond of him

was never close with her parents, honestly kinda?? disliked them?? they sorta let her do whatever she wanted since they had the money to blow, but didn’t really want her to be around them at all

her mother arranged a marriage for her with the son of a man that holiday’s mom was in love with, always made holi Salty to the Max

holi was a god awful child.......... she would always hit and smack nannies and most of them had to quit bc of the toll she took on them, until holi’s parents hired this woman named boyeon who was old, cranky, really was not afraid of holiday

earned holi’s respect that way

anyway so eventually holi starts growing up and the attention that she gets from boyeon and all the girls who were friends with her only for the money,,, ,, , their attention becomes not enough

and then one day when she’s thirteen a girl group comes to her hotel and everyone’s suddenly ignoring her and fawning over that gg and holi’s not even jealous, she decides she wants that same kind of attention. so she goes and auditions for bc and makes it in

(honestly to this point her debut is the only thing she’s ever worked for so nowadays if you try to tell her otherwise she’ll hate you forever)

anyway so she begins training, at the same time she meets the man she’s supposed to marry and falls head over heels for him

but turns out, he’s fallen in love with some ~commoner~ and holi is absolutely D E V A S T A T E D when she finds out at sixteen

she nearly gave up a debut with bee but she found out just in time

she lets him go, tho, and it’s p much the only unselfish thing she does till then

so anyway holi goes on ahead and debuts with bee as holiday han, heiress extraordinaire; she’s funny and confident and outgoing and loves to laugh and loves her group members, right??!!!!

wrong!!!! holiday’s only nice to her group members, or really anyone when it’s on-camera. she’s a total bitch and an attention hog and was honestly a playground bully during her time at bc ;;; even jaekyung hated her

anyway,, ,, when she’s 18, boyeon dies, and boyeon’s last words were literally that she hated holiday

lemme take this moment to remind u that boyeon is the only person holiday cared about

that reeeeeeeaaaaaalllyyyyyy fucks her up and she goes ahead and leaves bee to do some soul-searching

she goes to an oceanside home in busan and picks up a whole bunch of hobbies but most importantly, she realizes just how fckn terrible she was to everybody around her and she’s super super ashamed

all she really wants now is to sing, and so she tries to quietly sign on w dimensions and does a solo career and she’s trying her very best to be as Not Herself as possible

she tries not to let the lack of solo fame bother her; old holiday would have thrown a massive fit, but this holiday’s trying to become a better person

so yes that’s abt it!! i’m trying out a new intro style so u can keep reading for fun facts abt holiday or come hmu to plot TT

fun facts! :D

holiday’s like....... highkey a sweetheart nowadays

very softspoken n gentle, very analytical n observant to the world around her bc she’s trying to make a good mark on the world instead of a bad one

even tho she debuted in 2010 with bee and is t e c h n i c a l l y a senior, she’ll still act like a hoobae w/dimensions artists bc she really wants to pretend she never debuted with bee

her biggest fear is herself; she really wants to be loved but she wants it to be for the good reasons and she’s long since realized being a bitch isn’t the way to do it

she’s so scared that she’ll revert to the person she was once and hurt the ppl around her, so she kinda has a tendency to keep to herself

netizens have probably noticed her at awards shows w other dimensions artists where she’s just standing in the back, just taking in the atmosphere

she absolutely loves to garden. her house is like a greenhouse honestly,, she learned to garden when she was living in isolation in busan and loves it

also learned to run an online gardening business where she’ll ship u succulents and plants so that’s fun!! she’s a businesswoman as well since she realized how badly she wants to earn things instead of just having them given to her c:

is also wrapping up online school with double majors in history and botany and a minor in business

a v good cook. her food is so good your mouth will water and u might actually burst into tears eating her food; she had nothing else to do all day during her self-imposed social quarantine so she spent her time perfecting recipes (also she grows her own vegetables so i mean her food is #fresh)

loves the ocean!! esp. the sunrise over the ocean. her dad bought her a private beach right after she left bee and she realized how much she loved the ocean. the sunrise over the ocean has a soft spot in her heart bc that was the first thing she woke up early for that was solely for pleasure (i should write a long headcanon abt this fsjklfjd)

loves cats. wants to adopt a cat, is currently doing her research about properly caring for them and different breeds and such

when it comes to bc artists, holiday is like ;;; really sorry. if you trained or debuted anytime from 2007-2012, you probably knew her and she’s really repentant of her behavior and likely hasn’t kept in contact with a single bc artist bc she’s too ashamed to show her face, feels like she has to repent to make up for all the pain she caused everyone during her time at bc. she’s honestly seriously humbled herself now and while she’s proud of the progress she’s been making, she tries her best to hide her eyes and face whenever she sees a bc artist. as a result ppl at bc probably think she’s still a bitch, and honestly she believes she deserves it

i love holiday han i treasure her pls come plot

[trickstercheebs]

writing-prompt-s:

One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?

so here we go, doin this prompt bc it sparked a interesting scenario in my mind.

but im doin a twist on the mob boss so lets go

Today had already started off horribly for you, more so than the usual bouts of bad luck. It felt like everything that could of gone to hell had and did so with enthusiasm. You woke up late and barely made it on time to work, but you had to skip breakfast in order to do so. Thinking that was the end of it was a stupid mistake you found out later.

When your lunch break had finally rolled around you were practically running on empty and rushed out to make the most of your hour break..Which was ruined midway when your boss informed you that your hours were being cut again via text. He knew you needed all the hours you could get, your rent was due next week and you barely had enough as it was to pay for that let alone eat.

And now to top it all off, you had lost your wallet while storming back to work to try and plead your case to your boss to get your hours back. You only had ten or so minutes to find the damned thing before someone nabbed it and you lost everything else, which at the rate today was going wouldn’t surprise you. But still you scrambled to comb over every inch of ground between your work and the fast food joint you ducked into a while ago. Time was running out and with it your financial stability and ability to fight off the urge to break down into tears over how fucked you were about to be.

Just before the tears could start, you felt a heavy hand rest on your shoulder followed by what was the roughest voice you have ever heard physically. A chill set up your spine as you turned to look up at the speaker. And you had to really look up, which naturally gave you a good view of a very very finely tailored suit of heathered coal and blood red rust.

“ ‘Cuse me, but I think you dropped this back there a little while ago. Figured it was yours after seeing you just about crawl into traffic..”

A Demon..none of the demons you worked with or knew..looked as intimidating as this guy did now..It could of been thanks in part to the pair of thick horns curling out from under his hat..Or maybe the burning coals peering down at you from beneath the brim of his hat. This guy clearly ran with the Mob that you heard talked about in soft whispers. No one human or demon crossed them, if you ran into the wrong one you were guaranteed to be scrubbed from existence shortly after..You had been woken up one night to such a “scrub job” and promptly felt the fear of god enter your soul. The next day it was as if nothing happened, no one wanted to acknowledge it out of fear they’d be next. And here you were being directly addressed in public no less.....you were very suddenly aware of how quiet the streets had gotten.

You’re jogged from your fear induced daydream by a gentle tap on the forehead by something soft, your wallet no less. The Demon was grinning down at you softly, likely having a idea what was going through your head and finding it a bit funny.

“Relax, just felt like helping a poor soul out, just seeing you scramble about like that on the ground just felt like a cry for help..”

You nod and gently take your wallet out of his hand, giving a weak thank you in reply before getting up off the ground at last. Another thank you slips out before you remember the time..shit you’re going to be docked more time if your shitty boss catches you coming back in late...You let out one last hasty thank you and excuse yourself to get back to work before rushing off. The Demon gives you a wave and watches your flight back to safety, the soft grin slowly slipping back into a frown before he fishes a sleek phone out of his pockets and dials up a number.

“Hey, it’s me..yeah I got a job for you, nothin special just a info job for today..”

Out of his breast pocket he pulls out a small slip of paper..a receipt bearing a name. He quietly lists it off to his underlings and hums a soft tune, walking on his way towards his destination.

Back at work your boss unfortunately doesn’t care to hear your sob story about needing more hours..He threatened to outright fire you if you kept badgering him on the matter. You drag yourself back to work and soon forget the encounter, you’re still alive and hell he even helped you find your wallet..Maybe today was finally picking up? The rest of the day passes by thankfully without further incident and soon you come home to pass out, thanks to your boss you now had the day off tomorrow..So least you can sleep in right?

Elsewhere, in a rather stately but comfortable looking office a folder is handed over the desk to a pair of awaiting hands, the demon from before quietly flips through the papers contained within..Every bit of info about you from the last several years openly splayed out for his eyes to glean over..That same small frown deepens the more he reads..You were broke, and that was putting it very gently..How you were even able to eat let alone scramble like that was a surprise to him. He had seen dozens of other pitiable souls like you in this city and passed them by, but you for some reason had struck a chord with him, and that struck him as odd. He had gotten far in this business listening to that little voice in the back of his mind about things, something about you rang right with him..Setting your file on his gut he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“ Can’t believe I’m doing this..must be going soft or something.”

Picking up his phone once more, he began dialing a few more numbers, it’d had been a while since he had done some “charity” but something about what he was doing felt..nice. Could be the idea of helping a lost soul in need..or maybe he had taken a liking to you? He couldn’t quite tell just yet, but he’d be keeping a keen eye on you to see what happened next.

The day you had been dreading all month had finally come..you barely had enough money, actually scratch that, you had nowhere near enough now to pay this months rent. You were fucked and you knew it, your landlord was a jackass and hated tenants who didn’t have their money on time...You knew he hated you already, you’ve been late several times in the past and dreaded telling him you were going to be late...again. Gently knocking on the door you mentally braced yourself for the verbal attack that was about to happen. The door’s whipped open and a tall gnarled looking demon cranes his neck out to look at you.

“What are you doin here kid?”

“Ah..I’m here about the rent? Mine’s due today...and uh I need to tell you that I-”

“You’re already good for this month kid. You that sleep deprived that you forgot already paying me?”

“wh-What? I...already paid?”

“Yeah, just got the money this morning. You’re good this month, finally on time for once...Go get some sleep, you look like shit.”

Before you can question him further the door’s slammed shut, leaving you bewildered..but happy? How did you even get the money, hell how did you even manage to get up early to pay? You’d heard of sleep walking but this is something else..But you weren’t about to look a gifted horse in the mouth, you now had some spending money, which meant something to eat besides peanut butter sandwiches and ramen. Running back to get your wallet, you decided to make the most of your day off and get some actual food from the store down the block. That night you practically stuffed yourself on eggs, bacon and pancakes, even having some for tomorrow morning for a actual damn breakfast. Being full on something that wasn’t fried or 90% sugar and carbs you actually felt...human for once. You knew it likely wasn’t going to last but, you’d enjoy it for what you could.

The next day at work was quiet, not that you minded that at all, you got to chat with your coworkers about things and stupid stuff you overheard from customers while on job. It was nice, hell even your boss seemed to leave you alone today, he was usually on your ass about something, or one of the others about some menial task he didn’t think you were doing right..When you got home though you were met with a surprise waiting for you on your doorstep.. A hefty looking box was resting against the door with your name and address on it? You don’t remember ordering anything..maybe it was a package from your parents, which in of itself was rare these days..Dragging it in you searched for a return address and only found..nothing? Least nothing but the shipping company’s address. 

Carefully checking the thing for anything dangerous you took the risk and opened it..Waiting a few minutes with the window open as a just in case you soon got over your fear of “death by mail” and rifled through the box’s contents...All of which were clothing? Nothing used, and all in your size strangely enough. Several brand new pairs of jeans, several cute looking shirts and even a nice jacket to boot! You searched the inside again more thoroughly to find any trace or reason behind this gift package..Who would be this nice?? All of this looked fairly expensive...then again you only ever bought clothes used or on sale..everything looked expensive to you nowadays. Shifting things around something in the jacket got your attention..hidden in one of the pockets was..a thick looking envelope?

“oh god please don’t let this be drugs...or something gross..”

Poised near the window again if it was indeed drugs..or something disturbing hidden within, you delicately peeled the letter open...Only to see several thick wads of cash crammed in..along with a note.

“Here’s some spending money. Use it wisely, and have some fun.”

It was hand written..elegant as hell and neat, you admit you stared at the note and cash for a good solid ten minutes as you internally blue screened at the brick of cash now in your hands. Was this reality?? Did you accidentally get hit by a bus and not notice and now this is the afterlife? A thousand explanations blurred through your head trying to make sense of why you now had all of this in your lap. It only got worse when you thumbed through the cash and found out you had been randomly given eight thousand dollars. Your bank account never held that much in years...and now you’re fucking holding it in your hands with no clear explanation as to why or how. Tears of joy and confusion slowly worked their way down your face as you sat on the ground taking it all in. You felt numb but excited all at the same time, you had no idea what the hell you were going to do with all of this...The rational part of your head said to save it and maybe spend a little, the note did say to have fun right?

The next day you went out and bought yourself some shoes, nothing fancy or stupid..but some durable sneakers you had been eyeing for months now, hell you bought two pairs in your favorite colors. Walking out with the bags in hand you felt elated somehow, you knew it was silly but it was something you’ve always wanted. After work you went out to treat yourself at a new eatery you heard some of your coworkers gushing about last week. The food was rich and hearty and good god you ate until you felt like you were about to burst inside. You even got some to take home and eat for lunch tomorrow it was so good..You tipped well, because why not? They were working as hard as you were after all, you went home in high spirits once again.

It went like that for close to a week, you spent close to a thousand or more on yourself getting some things you’d need but could never afford..and maybe a few things you just died wanting..The rest had been carefully deposited into your account, not all at one because you were ungodly afraid of being questioned about where the hell you were getting so much money. You felt nice knowing you’d have something of a decent living for a while. And just as your figured things were back to normal, during your day off you got a heavy set of knocks on your door.

Scrambling after the second set of knocks you open the door to see a tired but gruff looking man standing in your doorway holding a clipboard and staring you down.

“Delivery’s here, you ordered a bed and couch set yea? Me and the boys are here to confirm your order and help set things up.”

“...wh....Who? Wait I never ordered anything like that...?”

“This your address though right?”

Seeing the bewildered look on your face he shows you the order form..it is your name and address. You decide you can’t really tell this guy no, judging by the steady tired glare he’s leveling your way. You confirm and he asks for a signature. Once that was taken care of he vanishes back down the stairs for several minutes, only to come back up with a few other strong looking men and women hefting up a mattress and what looks like a frame? You get out of the way and they slip in with practiced ease and one starts setting up the frame while your old mattress is stripped and taken out.

“Forgot to mention, paid for removal as well. Pretty good tip to boot..We’ll be back inna sec with the new couch..you want it in the main room right?”

“Y-yeah..thank you.”

The bed was set up in record timing and soon a brand new, very plush looking couch now stood in your front room..The old weather beaten couch you got off the curb long since gone with the old mattress you bought years ago as well..Both looked so soft and comfortable you almost felt wrong sleeping or sitting on either..It felt like you were in someone elses house almost now..Feeling a bit out of sorts you decide to head out for a little while and maybe get some air..possibly something to eat now that you had the spare cash for it.

Walking down the street you were slowly heading towards one of your old favorite places to eat, a old style burger diner sort of deal. The food was amazing and pretty cheap despite the quality of the food being so good. As you walked towards the doors you felt a heavy hand clap down on your shoulder, making you squawk out in surprise and turn to see a familiarly scary sight. He was donned in a sea blue and lavender suit this time, but those horns and eyes were still the same.

“Hey long time no see! Heh, sorry about scaring ya just now, bad habit of mine movin quietly like that..”

“N-no problem, just made me jump a little is all..but yeah it’s been a while huh? H-how’ve you been?”

“Busy as a bee these days, you know how it is. No rest for the wicked and all that. You know this place? Been running around all day and forgot to eat, now I’m paying for it big time and I’m dyin for something good.”

“Oh..yeah I love this place..it’s got some good burgers and fries..”

“Well then you’ve twisted my arm, let’s head in and find us a seat huh?”

Before you can ask him to clarify what he means by us, there’s a thick arm wrapped around your shoulders and gently herding you inside alongside its massive owner. The brief silence that meets your arrival is short lived but not unnoticed as you’re swept inside. Looking about your newfound friend peeks down at you for a second.

“Hey you wanna grab a booth together or you wanna do your own thing?”

You dwell on it for a second or two...honestly you were curious about this strange demon..for someone as big and damned terrifying they somehow also managed to look..friendly all in the span of a few seconds. And it wasn’t like he’d kill you or something in public...possibly.

“Sure I don’t mind a booth, lead the way?”

With that he resumes steering you towards a free booth and the both of you slip in to get comfortable. After a moment he slips his hat off and for the first time you notice he doesn’t look....well that damn scary, you’re blaming demon magic for the burning coal eyes possibly. Other than the long faded scar tracking over one eye and cheek he looked..nice even.

“There something on my face?”

...Course he caught you staring, you falter for a second but manage to catch yourself fast enough to not look stupid as hell.

“I was just thinking, I never caught your name from before..and I never told you mine..haha, I guess I was just a bit scatterbrained that day and more focused on not being late for work..’’

“Hey no worries, happens to all of us..And shame on me for not bothering to introduce myself sooner. Name’s Desmondias Neri, pleasure to meet you.”

He offers a large hand for you to shake over the table and you smile before shaking and introducing yourself in kind, you quietly notice how damn small your hand looks in his..Then again you’re fairly short to begin with..most demons were just unfairly tall.

Before you could dwell on it more the waitress comes to get your drink orders and tell you about specials, Desmondias flips through the menu a brief moment as you rattle off your usual order..A cheeseburger with bacon and plenty of fixings..along with onion rings and tots..Listening to your order he hummed softly, apparently interested at the choice enough to just about order the same only double the meat and with extra fries. The waitress walks off to put your orders in and he grins at your surprised face.

“What? Told you I haven’t eaten almost all day, I could practically eat a horse by now..and what you ordered sounded pretty good.”

“Well I can’t really argue that..they have good onion rings here, if I could I’d eat here every day but it’s a bit of a walk so I only go when I got the time..”

The next several minutes are spent with you both happily chatting about your lives and favorite past times..its strange how easy you find yourself talking to Desmondias..like a old friend you ran into after not seeing him for years. The food comes sometime later and you both dig in all the while still chattering away..He breaks it up briefly by asking if your day after the wallet incident got any better? 

You pause to clear your throat and eagerly tell him about all the strange shit that had been going on to you since then, with so very few friends outside of work you had been dying to tell someone else about this strange occurrence. Desmondias looks about as shocked as you were when you first got the gifts.

“Really? All that happened? Jeeze someone must really like you then, you sure it’s not some secret admirer in your apartments helping you out or something?”

You let out a laugh at the thought of someone being smitten with you enough to give you eight thousand dollars along with other things..You don’t tell him that of course, instead you tell him you’d be surprised if someone who could afford to do all that was living in such a run down complex like that. It wasn’t much of a secret that the area you were in now was effectively the slums..Only dead broke or immigrants bothered living where you were..and you were deadass broke...well were deadass broke. 

While you were going off about it all you failed to spot the thoughtful look pass over Desmondias’s face..The rest of the meal goes over fairly well and soon the two of you are heading back out the doors feeling happy and well fed. Your new friend has donned his spooky demon eyes hat as you’re now calling it once more, but that big grin ruins the evil look as he gently claps your shoulder.

“I think it was my lucky day running into you, haven’t had a cheeseburger that good in a long while..And you were right about those onion rings, I’ll have to remember this place if I’m ever hankering for more fast food.”

“No problem, was nice to be able to sit down and grab a bite with you, haven’t had this much fun inna while myself. Wouldn’t mind meeting up with you to do it again if you’re ever in the neighborhood...”

“Was that you asking me out on a date just now~?”

“Wh-!? No no! I just...I just meant if, if you know if you wanted to, that’s all!”

You could feel your face flush up as a deep well of laughter works its way out of Desmondias’s chest, somehow it sounds nice hearing him laugh, the thought’s immediately pushed aside however as he catches his breath.

“I know I know, I’m just teasing ya calm down..But yeah I’d love to do this again with you sometime, I could use the downtime to relax..I should probably give you my number right?”

“Yeah that might help..I can give you mine as well, I got my phone out so just put it in through here”

A few clicks later and a test text and now you both could call one another at your leisure.. Turning to head home after waving goodbye you hear Des, the nickname he put himself down as and told you he preferred it of all things, calling out to you as he walked the other way.

“See ya soon then for our next date! Hahaa!”

You feel your face blush hard as his laughter rings out over your indignant yelling, but the smile on your face stopped any forced venom from seeping into your angry cries at him as he fled homeward.

A month or two passes by, you and Des keep in contact with one another via texts and silly pictures off and on. You do meet up to eat at the diner more than once, Des has taken to calling it his “burger date” which after the first few times has grown on you. Your anonymous admirer has since then given you another eight thousand dollars..you’re still gobsmacked about whoever this is doing this out of the blue..You tell your demon pal about it and he’s as clueless as you are about the entire thing and wonders if the next installment’s going to include a ring. You nearly choke on your food and he apologizes through a fit of giggles over nearly killing you.

“Well I mean if someones givin me that sorta cash they must have a thing for me right?”

“Yeah but I’m not about to marry some stranger whos being my...well my sugar daddy..Or sugar momma if it’s a woman..Hell I’d just want to know who’s doing this so I could find out why and maybe thank them? Maybe get to know them and all that, I just wanna know why they’re doing all this for me..”

“You’ve got me man, I’m still surprised they’re keeping it up this long without dropping in to finally introduce themselves..maybe they’re shy?”

You shrug and pop another onion ring into your mouth...whoever this mysterious benefactor was, you dearly hoped they’d reveal themselves sooner or later.

Another week passes and one day as you come in from work, you find another thick envelope..it’s different from the ones you were used to seeing full of cash, it was a manilla one this time and it felt rather sturdy with whatever was inside. Taking it to open on the couch you dumped the contents into your lap. Inside was a very ornate looking letter and some official looking documents...

The letter itself simply said “Enjoy” in that same flourishing calligraphy you’ve come to know as your admirers handwriting. The documents themselves were what looked like.....a deed to a house somewhere uptown and statements saying it was paid for..Along with that was a letter of acceptance to a new job nearby that you could only dream of getting..

Your heart stopped beating..or was it beating so fast you couldn’t feel it anymore, with the level of shock you were now in it was hard to tell. That same numbness of disbelief was slowly setting in..A house, a actual literal fucking house was bought and paid for you..Along with a job that’d more than pay for its rent and everything..

Scrambling to find your phone you sent a alarmed text to Des explaining what just happened and advice for what to do..Several minutes pass by at a agonizing pace before he responds. He’s just as shocked, and asks if you want to go check it out? He even offers to come with in case it’s some shifty nonsense..and frankly you could almost kiss him for the offer. You were scared shitless of going to this place alone..but with Des beside you it should be fine..and hell you’d have a witness if they turned out to be creepy and murderous..

You get dressed and agree to meet Des at the nearby subway to head on over together, you’re clearly nervous and Des does his best to calm your nerves as you both make your way to the address. When you arrive you find out it looks...nice, beautiful even. The neighborhood is quiet and serene, you can even spot a park nearby as you both walk to the given address.

“This looks like the place...you ready to go in or do you need a moment?”

“Nah I’m fine..let’s check it out..maybe whoever’s behind all of this is inside waiting for me...”

“Well...only one way to find out right?”

You nod and the two of you walk for the stairs, Des placing a hand on your shoulder gently..a gesture that you’ve come to appreciate as his demonic warmth seeps into you. It helps shake off the chills of fear trying to set in as you reach for the door and undo the lock with the key the letter enclosed.

Beyond the door was...nothing, well nothing but a empty hall and living room. A few carpets littered the floor but it looked clear of anything else. You looked around to see if anyone was lurking about, anxiety growing as you couldn’t find another soul in the house. Des on the other hand remained in the living room, simply watching you run about searching.

“I don’t get it...Wouldn’t they be here if they’re giving me something like a damn house?? What the hell is going on...I thought..I thought they’d be here..”

Des..let out a long sigh before slipping his hat off and looking at you square in the face.

“They are here though...I uh, got something to tell you. It’s me..I’m the mysterious secret admirer.”

“ ...w...what? What? No it’s...It can’t be?”

“It is though, it is me..Remember that day I found your wallet? I found it half open in the hands of some shitty pickpocket who was just about to throw it away after seeing how little was in there..He tossed it at me after saying it was a waste of effort and took off..After I found you I might have done some digging and found out just how right he was..”

“You..you just somehow found out how poor I was and sent me shit..was this all out of pity???”

“Only the rent the first time was, I admit that..And maybe the clothes and cash but I saw you out later shopping and...and well..”

“Well what? What are you talking about?”

“You looked happy..something about seeing you smile like that struck me dead and I couldn’t stop thinking about it..about you..I know that sounds creepy I’m sorry. I was just planning on sending you the couch and bed and leaving it at that for good..But then I met you at the burger joint and thought it was fate telling me otherwise..I had fun that night..and getting to know you since then only made it more so...”

You felt what shock and anger that had set in slowly dissipate as he talked..Sure you were still pissed that most of this was a gift of pity..a gift that you really really needed but still.. But the bigger fact that you had apparently got a demon smitten with you doing nothing shoved that anger aside as your face flushed a bright pink..

“So..so all those times you kept asking me to go for burger dates were..were actual dates?? Wait wait...wait how the hell are you able to afford all this? All that money you gave me this whole time..How aren’t you broke Des??”

He gives you a small grin at the question before standing up straight, almost proudly so..

“Well..I mean I am..sort of the Head of the Demon Mob for this side of the city. That kinda helps out alot actually, what you got is pretty much pocket change for me in the long run..”

“wait..wiat you’re the..I’m dating the actual fuckin head of a mob??? The fucking Demon Mob???”

“Yeah, why else would I wear these suits? I know they make me look good but in summer they’re absolute hell to deal with..But yeah, I’m the head of the mob..and we’re kinda dating...If you want to that is.”

“...Well..I mean..I don’t mind it? You’ve been so sweet and fun, and who else out here is going to give me a damn house?? I got a house over taking a demon mobster out for burgers and stupid memes..”

“Hey that’s not all that..I like the way your face crinkles up when you laugh at some stupid joke I tell you..And the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about something good that happened to you that day..”

“Oh god..sh shut up..shut up you’re going to make me blush talking like that...jeeze Des, you’re a huge sap for a demon..”

“You’re already red enough in the face to be mistaken for a imp though..heheh..And what can I say? Can’t help it when I’ve found someone worth spoiling with affection and shit..”

“...pfft, alright fine..You win you big nerd, I’ll take the stupid awesome house..”

“Was hoping you’d say that~”

You couldn’t help but grin back at Des’s stupid happy look now plastered on his face. When you told him as such he snorted and moved to scoop you up into a hug as you squeaked at him in surprise, much to his delight.

The next week you were settled in at last, Des and a few of his helpers gladly assisted you moving in and getting some more things to fill the place out. They had all been dying to meet the person their boss had been gushing about for months now, much to Des’s dismay at them all telling you about it.

In the span of a few months your life had gone from hell to..well surprisingly comfortable. The job turned out to be working alongside Des’s men as a intern in the accounting department, it paid fairly well and you got along with everyone just fine. In a way you had joined the mob and life couldn’t have been better, you made sure to tell Des as much whenever the two of you went on a “Burger Date”.

[strmgrl-blog]

my name’s saturn & this is my meme shop ! aaaaah no, really though bonjour angels ! for a lil introduction for myself let me just get this out of the way GIFJDKL uhhh i love aoa, day6 & sm artists ( like .. all of them Help ). a traumatized bitch who loves suffering so i project onto my muses to Cope ! GIAUDFJKL god gdfroijmkl sorry ummm i love star wars & video games ? catch me throwing an ow comp match & feeding in fortnite ! i love the moon, she’s the only thing that keeps me alive. i don’t have a mitochondria, i have lunar force. i have one (1) indoor cat who i birthed & LITERALLY 4 STRAY CATS who appeared from the mist. i run a ratchet vet service from my front porch & it’s free, i should be named human of the year honestly, truly. more on this mess of a muse, hyeon, who ( btw ) is literally my everything ? i’ve had her for quite a long time & lost motivation to write her so i’m changing some shit up to see how it goes & this is the product ! i hope you all enjoy reading this EXTREMELY long intro ( bc it will be very long im so sorry ) & befriend both myself as well as hyeon. & if you’re feelin’ a little extra, like this to plot ! i have a few ideas in mind but they’re all worth brainstorming over bc they’re SHIT. anyway, i love u all so much already ? genuinely a kind community i’m nut & WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU, here’s hyeon ~  ♥（ﾉ´∀`）

warning ! trigger warnings ahead possibly including ꞉ child prostitution, drug abuse, child abuse, mental abuse, sexual assault, depression, suicidal thoughts + other mental illness, murder, & probably a fuckton more. read with caution, please.

⌠ BACKGROUND ⌡

so starting with her parents, where all stories begin, let’s just preface by saying these were awful people. they ran in similar circles during school, a very bad one at that, & fell in love after sharing a joint. in their high daze they saw what their mind was conjuring but not the truth about one another. but for them, it had been enough. thus, their story began. it was a very rocky road but they managed to stay together regardless. the bond they had created blossomed as they partook in illegal activities such as petty theft, vandalism, & it slowly evolved into larger problems. 

after hyeon’s mother, named jung eunbi, stole from her parents for the last time she was kicked out into the street with her boyfriend ( who had also been kicked out ) with no place to go. both dropped out of high school as it wasn’t their “””scene””” & took to the dirty streets of busan trying to turn tricks. they’d do anything they could to get some money to feed their addictions. in the midst of their scrambling for what they deemed as important, they never thought to buy protection. so one fateful night after a good steal, they made love on a dingy couch high as a kite & eunbi got pregnant.

she hid the pregnancy for as long as she could from her boyfriend, he only noticed when there was a rather apparent bump under her baggy clothing. with the weight of the realization they might have to force themselves to become a real family, the couple got hitched & attempted to find real jobs. in some miracle, they managed to find a house to live in & eventually “raise” their child in. 

hyeon was born on the 8th of june, on a dark morning with clouds hanging ove the sky & rain starting to pour. she was premature as her mother did drugs during the pregnancy ( which was really no shocker ) & almost was pronounced a still born before they heard the tiny being crying & gasping for air. her parents had assumed that once she was born, they’d feel that parental love that everyone claimed to have but it never came. they stayed in the hospital a total of two days & hardly let their newborn get the help she needed before they hauled ass out of there. 

the first 3 years of hyeon’s life were better than expected, her parents at least tried to take care of her but once she was able to do everything on her own they left her be to pursue their own happiness. honestly think of matilda but a lot more severe ok

she would often get locked in a closet while there were parties held & her parents were too strung out to remember their child. she could spend days in there before she was released. this was only the beginning.

at 8 years old, her father lost his job ( her mother stayed at home ) due to a random drug test & he of course failed. this triggered her parents to panic as they no longer could supply themselves with their so desired highs. so after a night of scheming, they came up with a plan so sinister not even the devil himself would agree.

random men & women began to arrive to their dingy home as hyeon would be ushered into quiet rooms with them where they would pay to do whatever they pleased with the young girl. this went on for 2 years before hyeon was pulled into the principals office at school with questions about where those bruises on her came from. her mom was picked up for possession & this prompted the police to raid their home to find many illegal substances throughout the place as well as evidence of abuse towards the child.

soon after her parents were placed in prison, hyeon was shipped off to seoul to the biggest orphanage in the country. there she stayed for 4 more years. the time there was quiet, nobody asked her about where she came from & she never spoke about it. in truth, she never knew how to as she was a blank mind essentially. 

luckily when she was 15, after a long & strenuous search, hyeon’s grandparents found her & adopted her into their home in daegu. they were absolutely appalled at this shell of a girl, but could only blame her trauma on their own children. it was here that hyeon was loved for the first time in her life ( & possibly the only time ) & taught how to feel something besids fear. she was still horribly inept at processing emotions or showing them.

two years spent with them & one night as hyeon & her grandfather were sat at the family piano, playing & singing a song as her grandmother recorded them in secret. that same video was sent to an entertainment company without hyeon’s knowledge but was thoroughly surprised & equally as excited when she was recruited. only a measly year in training with her 2 group members before they debuted & they were suddenly the biggest gg in sk.

the group debuted under the name of PTL, hyeon’s stagename was now Tink as she accompanied her members in the ride of a lifetime. they were extremely popular with their girl crush yet enticing vocals with miss tink as the main vocalist & maknae. even so successful as to have a world tour ! the group had their differences, hyeon being the medium for them as the other girls were rather opposing forces. often she was put in the middle of their arguing only to run away when conflict came up. during this time she would write & compose her own songs, bringing a heavy soul feeling to the group with her powerhouse vocals.

with all this being said ( which was a LOT ), there is still more. a year after debut while the group was climbing in popularity, hyeon began receiving texts from an unknown number. she soon found out that the people behind the mask were her parents, somehow having managed to be released from prison & found their new mission in life was to harass their daughter. on an october night, after an argument went down within the dorms between hyeon’s two members, the youngest set out by herself to meet those who hurt her for dinner. 

as expected, it went horribly. at this point in her life, she was extremely impressionable, & witnessed how her eonnie handled things which was with a liquor bottle in hand. so, like an idiot, she went to a club by herself to get fucked up. while sitting at the bar, a random man drugged her drink & took hyeon home with him. the night was a blur but when the young woman woke up she felt familiar bruises & a blanket of rage took over. the man was still passed out next to her.

so as she slipped out of his bed & found the nearest blunt object, hyeon managed to bash his skull in. she blacked out after that only to come to with clean hands & far away from the corpse. this was the reactant to lead her to go blind in rage & come to with blood on her hands. soon enough, she took a liking to the feeling & became two people within one while somehow managing to remain anonymous as a killer ran rampant.

earlier this year, after too much shit going on within the group, ptl disbanded & all went their own ways. which hyeon appreciated. the people she had once called her sisters had become like strangers & only cared about themselves, didn’t have the time to look after their maknae. 

to say that her already pre - existing depression & anxiety sky rocketed would be an understatement. she left music for a while, deciding to stream on twitch & youtube as a gamer. it made her happy for a short time but has been planning on returning to music with hints of a solo debut soon that has fans excited.

edit: i forgot to put this in here originally IGJFDKL but she moved to jeju after her group disbanded for a new start. plus, her address somehow got leaked so she uprooted all her shit & left for the secluded island.

⌠ OTHER TIDBITS ⌡

stands at 5′7″, 168 pounds ( considered plus size tbh. one day i’ll put picture references LMAO ), with curly, thick hair & freckles from hell. 

can speak english, japanese, chinese, & italian. has a slight british accent from who she learned english from was from the UK.

has a rottweiler puppy named chewie, a hedgehog named leia, & two cats named opal & hazel. 

voice claim is a mixture of lee haeri, kim taeyeon, park sunyoung, & ailee.

her favorite color is blue, loves the rain, & will 100% be caught standing in the middle of a storm.

is a practicing wiccan ! very much so considers herself a witch.

her favorite drink is strawberry milk, & will eat anything that has strawberries !

[kensingtcns-blog]

( CHARLIE HUNNAM, MALE, HE/HIM ) —— [ BENJAMIN KENSINGTON ] is a [ THIRTY-FIVE ] year old that has been part of the [ HEATHENS ] for [ FIVE ] years. They have been working as a [ GUARD ]. The people in Boulder say that [ HE ] is [ CUNNING ] but also [ RECKLESS ]. Lets see what this wasteland has in store for them.

*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) its me, ur new resident trash queen & angst n pain lover, caitlyn. i’m 23 and i live in cst so like ?? yeah hi hello how are ya’ll ?? this is my baby benjamin that’s actually ?? a hot ass mess lmao ?? under this is a basic af bullet point bio, personality traits n stats & the three headcanons!! i’m so ridiculously excited to be here as well so that made my rambling worse ?? just like it is right now jfc okay i’ll stop. anywHO i’ve got a basic af list of wanted connections for him right HERE & i'll be working on making an actual bio for him over the next few days!! if you wanna plot w this hot ass mess, just like this or hop into my IMs bc i cannot wait to plot with all ya’ll!!

( TW: mentions of death, cancer, alcohol & weapons. )

BIOGRAPHY

was born and raised in denver, which means he’s always had a love for colorado.

ben’s the oldest of two siblings, his sister being ten years younger than him.

raised by two v loving parents who gave the pair everything they could have every wanted.

however, his mother did from breast cancer when he was 12 and that heavily impacted his father.

causing the older male to teach ben that having feelings wasn’t a good thing and that ben should bottle up everything because he wouldn’t get hurt that way.

something that ben took to heart and kept with him all throughout school.

speaking of, ben did really well in school, graduated at the top of his class and decided he wanted to go into the medical field.

so he did, went to medical school and started learning how to become a surgeon & to his surprise, he was really frickin good at it.

& along the way, he happened to fall head over heels for another student who was there to be a registered nurse. something his father frowned upon due to what’d happened to ben’s mother, but it was something his father quickly began to accept because he saw just how good the two were for each other.

ben ended up proposing to her about a year after they started dating & she said yes so they had a small courthouse wedding surrounded by loved ones... and a few months later they found out that she was pregnant.

this drove ben to be even more dedicated to his job because he wanted to be able to raise his son like his parents had raised him.

nine months later, along came his son and ben’s world quickly started revolving around that baby.

but all of that came to a screeching halt the second the virus hit.

benjamin knew that they had to get out of a populated city, so he packed his wife, his son, his father and his sister up and they were gone by sunlight.

however, his father and sister ended up getting separated from them and he didn’t know where they could have gone, even though he searched for days to find them.

things were okay for the first few month or so, they’d taken enough food to last from their home and the store but with an infant, keeping those supplies in stock wasn’t the easiest thin in the world and soon enough, ben found himself having to go out and search for formula and things like that.

those trips usually went pretty smooth, making sure his wife and son were safe before leaving them for a few hours. however, the one time he happened to be gone longer than a few hours was the one time they weren’t safe at all.

he came back to find both of them gone, something that hit him in the chest so hard that he sat in that buildings for nearly two days just waiting and hoping they’d just moved to somewhere more safe.

but all the hoping and waiting wouldn’t make up for the fact that they’d been taken from him.

this caused him to start being reckless, to go down this dangerous path that he figured would get him killed.

but not only did he do that, he started to have to figure out how to survive on his own. he didn’t have anyone, which meant he’d have to figure out how to shoot a gun, how to hold a knife, how to protect and fend for himself.

so he did, finding guns and ammo that’d been left behind by people, practicing by lining up the numerous alcohol bottles he’d killed off days before and firing into them.

sure enough, he seemed to be a natural with that and with knives.. or a natural for violence in general. he liked the feeling, and it wasn’t something he was going to deny anymore.

& he didn’t deny it one bit. if he met people, he’d resort to violence and threats faster then he could blink an eye because he didn’t trust them, didn’t trust anyone but himself with the feelings he now kept bottled up.

fast forward to about five years later, ben runs into a group that calls themselves the heathens and they instantly catch his interest.

offering him food, water, anything that was needed and gave him purpose.. something he hadn’t had in years. not since he lost his wife and son.

he took the offer almost instantly and has been a guard for them ever since.

PERSONALITY.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

has a motorcycle and it’s his baby..

a hot mess

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at meetings with patients.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s not the complete asshole role that he plays on a daily basis and is actually a very hurt person bc if people started realizing that, he’d have to start feeling again and tbh, he don’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet??

will try to either get u to drink w him or take ur alcohol.. there's a v thin line between the two options tbh.

super, super intelligent but keeps that on the dl ?

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

is a highkey hoe but he also keeps it on the dl

super into keeping fit as it’s a way to keep his mind from wandering onto subjects such as his wife and son. so he’ll like ?? find random shit to use as a homemade gym ??

still wears his wedding ring but wears it on his middle finger so that know one knows the real story behind it.

also keeps a photo of his wife at baby boy in his leather jacket.

actually super loyal and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall??which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

has a bad habit of smoking so he looks for packs of cigs like ?? everywhere he goes.

is actually super open to teaching other people how to fight / use weapons because it's fun for him but acts like it'll kill him to do so.

is a burnt cupcake who has really good intentions but has horrible execution skills.

HEADCANONS

Benjamin was raised solely by his father, who taught him that most emotions were bad things to feel or to talk about. Meaning that he usually hides all other emotions other than anger and lust. Which means that most people see him as an asshole, something that Benjamin is actually fully okay with because in his mind, having people view him in that light is far easier than having to address and/or deal with his feelings. But that doesn’t mean that Benjamin is unable to feel any other emotions other than anger or lust, but he does keep a wall up around him that not a lot of people can break down. If you can break past that wall, though, you’ll find that Ben is far from the ‘asshole’ character he likes to play.

( TW: mentions of death ) Before the virus broke out, Benjamin was actually going to medical school, hoping to be one of the best surgeons in Colorado, maybe even the United States. However, the virus took his wife and son from him and it caused him to break, causing him to give up on the little bit of hope he had left and away from the 'helper’ path he’d be heading down. Instead he found himself becoming extremely reckless, loving everything about violence and danger. He started doing things that his old self would have hated and not caring about the fact that it was risky, that he could easily get hurt or lose his own life in the process. But in all honesty? He doesn’t care about his own well-being, letting the grief that still sits deep in his soul cause him to drift towards dangerous things.

( TW: mentions of weapons. ) Due to him being on his own for a few years before he found The Heathens, Benjamin had to learn how to survive in the toughest ways possible. Meaning that whenever he ran into other survivors, he rarely trusted any of them and if it came to it, he’d resort to violence to get what he needed to survive, food, weapons, whatever it was. Not to mention the fact that he had to teach himself how to use knives, guns and anything else that could have been considered a weapon, how to hunt for the food needed to survive and how to deal with the infected anytime he happened to stumble upon them. After a few years of that, though, he started figuring out that maybe the life of survival and violence was something that he was rather good at, and something he really enjoyed as well. Which was the beginning of him turning from the 'helper’ he wanted to be before the virus hit to someone who’s actually rather selfish.

STATISTICS.

full name: benjamin rhys kensington.

nickname(s): ben, benji (used by his wife mostly).

age: thirty-five.

date of birth: october 31st.

zodiac sign: scorpio.

place of birth: denver, colorado.

gender: cis-male.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

religion: n/a.

occupation: guard for the heathens.

language(s) spoken: english, french, spanish, welsh, russian, korean, japanese, italian, romanian, greek, gaelic and bulgarian.

accent: american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: charlie hunnam.

hair color: blonde.

eye color: blue.

height: 6′ 1″.

weight: 225 lbs.

build: athletic.

PERSONALITY / TRAITS.

label: the cataclysmic.

positive traits: cunning, adventurous, intelligent, charming, loyal & brave.

negative traits: reckless, hedonistic, cocky, impulsive, flirtatious & closed off.

FAMILY

father: gideon james kensington. ( undetermined. )

mother: marie ann williams-kensington. ( deceased. )

siblings: a younger sister ( undetermined. )

TESTS.

myers-briggs: estp-a

enneagram: type 8 ( the challenger. )

moral alignment: lawful evil. ( the dominator. )

temperament: choleric.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

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SPRING DAY - Vkook fiction

Note:

I dont mean to write fic actually. I was about to change my VKOOK spring day fanart video caption on my utube channel. I want to make a short poem but ended up making this short fic about them. I cant write a story in english actually (i’m still lacking in so many many ways). This is breaking all the writting rules bcs i dont think much about grammar, i’m really terrible at it LOL.

But i hope you can get the points.

Its just a simple story with simple choosen words, its very obvious, you dont have to search on google to know the meaning because once again i cant write in beautiful way.

I just meant to give a short drama for my fanart video. Just the story behind.

So lets begin!

‘,’,’,’,’,’SPRING DAY,’,’,’,’,’,’,’

Author: Frmd

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung (Vkook)

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Jungkook’s point of view

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When will this winter come to an end? The air is as cold as usual. Even the 3 layers clothes i am wearing doesnt help much. People are busy chatting with their partner. Some talking about their planning to go holiday on the day of spring. Some talking about some cheezy-bullshit words of love. Some just doing a simple talk like “what are we gonna eat for lunch?” Even in this crowded train, i’m still searching for your voice. Just in case i could find your voice-the voice that i’ve known very well. The voice that i havent heard since last christmas.

Just in case i could meet you here unexpectedly. Just in case i’m lucky enough today. I’m still searching for that miracle. (After doing it like everytime i take this damn train)

Searching mode is finally on

I close my eyes to begin the search (?). Now the sound of the crowd is slowly getting smaller and is fading. The sound of your laughter is getting louder. And then your face is getting more obvious in my imagination. Now you are standing beside me, in front of the train’s door to be exact. I’m started to imagine that you are laughing. Your half face is filled by the rectangle shape of your mouth-which is so adorably cute (thats my fave).

And then about the heavy sound of your breathe that i could hear very well when you lean your head on my shoulder. It is somehow ticklish to me. But i like it for no reason. And then you keep talking about everything outside the window that catch your attention. Then you laugh as you start talking about some nonsense things. (Even if its hard enough to swallow, it seems fine for me. Everything you do will be fine for me. As long as it is you, hyung). Then it comes to the part when you feel tired of talking. You suddenly keep in silent for a while, grab my hand and hold it tight to warm both of us. I could feel the warmth of your wide hand palm. I could feel your finger playing with mine I could feel you inside my soul now.

I feel warm for no reason.

This search is failed due to my distracted mind.

I must be out of my mind now. = =

Taehyung’s point of view

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Why is it so quiet here? I’ve been walking for an hour to get here. I woke up late today (the alarm failed to wake me up) and i suddenly missed the sound of the coming train. Such a random thought to start a sunday morning. I know its definitely different now. I’m no longer live near by this station. And this station is no longer operated as passenger train, as it used to be. Things have changed. I have changed. You too. Ah, why am i thinking about the same shit again and again? When did i start to think about you? I look at my phone to check the time. 9.30 am? Wow. This is such an advancement bcs i can finally forget you for about 2 hours since the time i woke up.

/ I usually start thinking about you right after my eyes are wide opened at 6.30 am in the morning to i see my lockscreen (our selca edited in black and white mode). Actually i dont mean to see the lockscreen to really think about you since the early morning but i have to stop BTS to keep singing Fire in 100% volume-my morning alarm. My eardrums could be broken because of it, yeah-you know. Its not an excuse, really. / Ok. Well done. No. I dont feel well today. Because i think its still so early to be outside in this breezy winter. And i’m only wearing my last night’s pineapple printed tshirt covered by a not so thick-blue cardigan. What the hell with ur damn legs to follow your random thought’s instruction. The small dust of snow are falling in front of me. Falling slowly one by one just like the memories that keep coming slowly, intensely. I’m started to remember the old times when we took the train to go to random place during our last christmas. You were left alone by your parents. Your parents have been busy working all the time but christmas day is properly the only exception. That was the first time actually. You felt so upset and your elder brother might be go out with his girlfriend which means you were literally left alone and i felt like i had a responsibility to comfort you. I used to comfort you but we ended up trapped in a dispute. I dont know why. Its just happening all of sudden. And to think of it again makes me anxious.

Yes i left you that night. 10 pm in the day of christmas, right after sending you back home.

/I left you with your sad teary looking eyes. i knew you were holding it since we took off the train. i knew it well but i pretended not to care im such a bastard i deserve a punishment for it/

I couldnt think anything more than to quicken my footsteps. I could only think that i should go quickly bcs i could never deal with those kind of look in your eyes. I could never deal to see you cry because it hurts me even more. So i better go, following my selfish mind. I didnt know that those tensed conversation will be the last time we talk to each other. I didnt know that to left you in such condition is much worse than to hug you to stop you from crying. The thing that i surely know now that i feel really sorry to you. It was my mistake. Wait,

No, Not really. You told me that you like her. You said that you just confessed to a girl you just knew in twitter. I couldnt accept the fact that my only precious bestfriend will be someone else’s boyfriend. You wont be completely mine anymore. i will lose my bestfriend ever. Is feeling fear of losing a mistake? I’d rather to leave you than to be left. I thought the time could heal anything. But no. Theres no text from you, nor a single call from you. I thought that you were busy dating with ur fckin new girlfriend. And to calculate the time, i guess today is the time when you celebrate your 1st anniversary with her. Congratulation dude. Sh*t. I feel like my tears just fell through my cheekbones. Why the hell did i spend an hour walk just to cry over the same person?

I close my eyes to stop it from getting worse. Apparently holding back tears is not an easy job. I open my eyes.

voila!

Whats with this setting? Why the floor is shaking? And why is there a stainless steel door showing the blooming trees scenery from its window right in front of me. Wait. No. This cant be.. Why am i here? on the train?! I hit my right cheek in case its just a dream but da heck it is not!! I look around to check the situation. Then my eyes fixate to someone next to me. The boy who is standing with a familiar face. And is closing his eyes while standing like a still picture. Jeon jungkook?????? Is it you??????? == Both point of view. ==

Taehyung is mesmerized by the view that he is looking at right now. Jungkook is right in front of him and he doesnt have any idea about it. “How could this be? Is it a miracle thats been set out by God?” He cant hide the smile on his face while staring at the sleeping boy. Wait. “Isnt it dangerous to be sleeping while standing? On the train??,” he wonders. Suddenly the sleeping boy opens his eyes. The awakened boy (who is actually not sleeping) is startled to see the boy with those familiar rectangle shaped smile standing in front of him. All smiling. All bright. Like a flower blooms. Like a spring day he’s been waiting for. “H-h-hyung??,” he starts the talk. “Y yeah. Its been a long time?” “I miss you…..hyung.” “I know” “What? Why are you so confident?” “I know”

“i couldnt make it with her”

“……”

“i broke up with her right after she accepted me. You happy?”

Taehyung’s smile is widening naturally.

“i know”

“you lied”

“i know”

“Ya! hyung!”

“Hahahahhahaha” Their story is going to bloom once again,

Just like the scenery of blooming trees outside the windows

Just like spring day.

==The end==

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