#which caused this whole new struggle to finding a good couch bc all of a sudden I have to take my shoulder into account as well

[onlythebravest]

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[kaylawritesfics]

Marvel: Fic Rec 1

A collection of marvel fics that I’ve recently read that I thought were really good!

march 28, 2021

| Avengers |

@ijustwant2write : That’s Just Wrong (Avengers x lesbian!reader)

‘coming out to the avengers as a lesbian who likes pineapple on pizza and they’re super taken back - not cos ur a lesbian but cos of ur pizza taste’

this one is a super cute coming out story i loved it so much

| Bucky Barnes |

@moteldwelling : good girl (bucky x fem!reader)

bucky and reader turn eachother on with pet names, and smut ensues. dirty talk, couch sex, praise kink. this sort of turned into dom!bucky idk it just happened LOL

@crispychrissy : Healing (1940s!bucky x nurse!reader)

Tasked with examining the injured soldiers that were liberated from the Hydra factory, one sergeant in particular gives you a run for your money.

this one is one of my favorites

@tuiccim : Almost Had Me Believing It (Series Masterlist) (bucky x reader)

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

this is one of my all time favorite bucky series

@imaginexmeintheuniverse : Dog Tags (bucky x reader)

For your Christmas drabbles, could you write Bucky gifting the reader his old dog tags?

@pinkettepoet : In Which She Knows That They Don’t Know (bucky x reader) (avengers x reader) part 2

could you write a buckyxreader/avengersxreader where they like all forget her bday bc there’s just been a lot of stuff going on so even though she’s kinda upset about it she doesn’t blame them and something happens and they all realize what day it is and they go all out to throw her a party and it’s just really fluffy and happy avengers family? Sorry it’s kinda long!

| Loki Laufeyson |

@angelkurenai : One Moment (Loki x reader)

You have found a way to undo the damage Thanos did and bring everyone you lost back, all of your loved ones or at least most of them. As you travel back in 2012, however, you run into someone who is far too familiar. Unable to let go, even after all these years, of the death of the man - or basically god - you loved so much you forget all about the mision and decide to have one more moment with the one who sacrificed his life to save yours out of love.

@beskar-tano : Just A Taste (Loki x reader)

On a brisk walk through Central Park, Loki tries earth’s hot chocolate for the very first time.

@obscure-imagines : Loki x Valkyrie!Reader

imagine: being a Valkyrie that Loki was always in love with and when you show up in Sakaar he’s really excited to see you again

loki fangirling over the valkyrie reader is my aesthetic

@gingerwritess : Loki x reader

I’ve got a question I’d love for you to answer, because I simply adore your characterization of Loki. What sort of nicknames do you think he’d call his s/o? Both the lovey-dovey ones and the playful mean ones

this is so soft i love it

@too-attached-to-fiction : A Night In The Gardens (Loki x reader)

#2: “It’s nearly midnight, what are you doing?”

@justeclipseblogs : Complicated (2012!loki x goddess!reader)

Based on Avengers (2012), where instead of Thor going after Loki - it’s Thor and his friend, Reader, who happens to be Loki’s… well, it’s complicated.

this is one of my favorite loki fics and i would love to see a part 2 to it

@yourfavouriterival : i will always love you; how i do (loki x reader)

@beskar-tano : Undying Fidelity (Loki x reader)

“I was just kind of hoping you’d y’know … fall in love with me.” + Loki Laufeyson Odinson

@jobean12-blog : A Smile In Bloom (loki x reader)

You and Loki bond over your mutual love for plants :)

@rorybutnotgilmore : Exist For Love (loki x reader)

Just some domestic baking and dancing with Loki.

| Natasha Romanoff |

@lethological-clara : Bikes and Bruises (natasha x reader)

Natasha teaches you how to ride a bike.

@saltybaltic : Downpour (natasha x reader)

Walking through the streets of New York you get caught in a torrential downpour and have to find cover

@saltybaltic : Save The Date (natasha x wife!reader)

On the day of your third wedding anniversary with Natasha, you realise that you’ve both been celebrating the wrong date

@saltybaltic : Cat Walk (natasha x reader)

Being friends with Natasha isn’t always easy, especially when you’re supposed to be helping her pick an outfit and you’re struggling to keep your mind out of the gutter.

gay panic

| Peter Parker |

@starshipsofstarlord : Screen Light (peter x reader

watching a movie does not always entail paying attention to it. However, there is innocence to the picture perfect distraction.

@baroquebucky : Truly, Madly, Deeply (peter x reader)

Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction with Peter Parker

one direction and peter parker is the perfect combo

@buckysbeloved : of sleep and safety (peter x reader)

in which peter parker slumps into your room exhausted and you have to try and get him into bed despite the height difference between you

| Pietro Maximoff |

@dem-obscure-imagines : Little Stark (Pietro x stark!reader)

Could you do an imagine of being Tony’s snarky sarcastic clever badass part-time Shield agent sister and Bruce’s best friend and therefore spends a lot of time in their lab while they’re your favorite people you are also brilliant, and therefore they also see Pietro always hanging around because he has a crush on you and Tony is protective big bro and everyone else just teases Pietro??

@helaintoloki : Meet The Family (Pietro Peter Maximoff x reader)

An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

This one is sweet with a touch of Westview darkness

| Pepper Potts |

@rae-is-typing : Mother’s Day (mom!pepper x stark!reader)

It’s Mother’s Day, and you surprise your step mom Pepper

| Steve Rogers |

@ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark : Why Do You Hate Me So Much? (steve x reader) (slight bucky x reader)

You spend your whole life loving Steve Rogers, unfortunately he can’t even spare a minute to love you.

i really want a part 2 to this one

| Thor Odinson |

@rae-is-typing : She’s Not Dying (platonic!thor x reader)

You have a cold, and Thor thinks you’re dying.

| Wanda Maximoff |

@cap-n-stuff : wanda maximoff x reader

Wanda x reader angst (like reader gets hurt or dies maybe idrk lmao)

@beskar-tano : wanda x reader comfort headcanons

[borom1r]

lawrence asks,,, hm. if you have any thoughts on it, I wld like to hear the most vulnerable lawrence has been w adam post-bathroom? we've both talked abt it b4, & since he tends to fall into the habit or bottling his emotions up/struggles to bring up smth that's bothering him, how wld such an event occur? idk I'm just very weak for soft hurt/comfort,, other than that tho! what are some of your favourite parallels he has, regardless if they're based in canon or not? (I hope you have a better day tmrw also,,)

ooghdhfh,,,, hmmmm

I think. nd I know I just extremely briefly touched on it but I think it comes after Daniel is recovered. in a world where the traps play out relatively the same, yknow? bc I think there’s a whole… like if Lawrence had just had the, idk, divine fucking foresight and used his one bullet to shoot John then hey, another kid wouldn’t have been fucking tortured + lost his father. but instead Lawrence put a hole through the shoulder of the man he loves.

obviously I think hearing news about traps in general is hard for both of them, but I think hearing about Daniel specifically would send Lawrence down SUCH a spiral. bc he is a father and Diana was tortured by Jigsaw too but not nearly to such extremes and at least Diana still has both her parents. and I think it would be very hard for Lawrence to ignore that voice in the back of his head going “if you’d just been smarter, none of this ever would’ve happened. that boy wouldn’t be traumatized, his father wouldn’t be missing, and Adam wouldn’t be nearly as hurt. it’s all your fault.”

which of course it isn’t. But Lawrence is very good at 1) bottling up his emotions, and 2) spiraling. bc I think he’s the kind of person to debate himself and when his mind only wants to make him feel worse, Well. i don’t think this necessarily ends in an explosion, more likely Adam comes home, mentions off-hand that “that Matthews kid is being released from the hospital, thank god.” — and ofc he knows Lawrence has been distant and moody but they both get that way having to listen to reports and speculation on Jigsaw like he’s some kind of fucking celebrity. so I do think it’s kind of a surprise when Lawrence just. looks up at Adam and tries to smile and can’t get any words out. because what can he say? (what excuse could he possibly give when, certainly, Adam is thinking the exact same thoughts he is?)

except, y’know, Adam isn’t thinking those thoughts, and it takes some coaxing to get Lawrence to admit what’s got him shaking so bad. they wind up on the kitchen floor cause there’s just no way they’re making it to the couch and when Lawrence can finally breathe again, after listening to Adam quietly assure him he could Never blame Lawrence for what happened— Adam’s fingers stroking up and down his spine, his own clutching the fabric of Adam’s shirt tight, Adam just, completely seriously: “if I ever see him I will kill Jigsaw for what he did to you.”

and Lawrence can only nod, because what can he say to that? Especially when he’s not at the stage where he sees himself worthy of compassion all the time, let alone anger. The idea that someone loves him enough to fight for him is. Mmnfh.

(Adam follows it up with “seriously, I don’t care if I’m just identifying a body, I’ll bring him back to life and fucking kill him again!” which gets a laugh like he’d hoped it would. “You’d find a way.” Lawrence smooths out Adam’s shirt, finally cracking a smile as Adam nods: “Fuck yea I’d find a way. For you.”)

+ oofhdjfidjjfhs obviously I love all the religious parallels he has… it’s not rlly a PARALLEL per se but as we’ve discussed i heavily associate him w sheep! 🐏 bc he is Soft n Huggable Like Sheep :’3

I also associate him w Lavender. ummnn and bc im thinking abt it!! when I was assigning birth flowers for William’s tattoos, I gave Lawrence 6/26 as his birthday! which makes his flower Honeysuckle (devotion, pure happiness) but also makes him a Cancer sun! his birthday is also a feast day for St. Norbert of Xanten, who is a patron saint against birth complications + for peace. His birth cards are Temperance + The Hierophant, which share a passionate nature, concern for purity of intention + faith in perfectability. Both are impatient with wrong-doing + lack of effort. They can be both trusted leaders and loyal followers (hmmmm… sound familiar? sjfhdhd). OH and June actually has 3 birthstones (pearl, moonstone, + alexandrite) but I lean towards Alexandrite since it’s been used for healing + is believed to bring good luck (I don’t have a lot of experience w/ Alexandrite + tend to take online crystal guides with a grain of salt, tho lol)

[cunningambitousdetermined]

i need a plot for this

yall so ive been trying really hard to get back into writing and i went to a writing camp this summer. im going to post a poem that i wrote there later bc im super proud of it but right now i have something else i need help with. SO basically there was a prompt about someone finding a letter or a note. that’s the prompt. so i wrote something, really liked it BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO TAKE IT FROM HERE. my basic ideas involve the two characters meeting each other again to do SOMETHING WHICH I DONT KNOW and slowly arcane (youll see when you read the story below) thaws and falls in love with kalon and kalon has always been in love with her and its like best friends to enemies to friends to lovers ya know? ANYWAY if you dont hate me for being inactive and needy, please read this and help me. 

Dear Arcane,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 10 years. Wow. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this, you could’ve moved. You could be dead. Oh god, that’s dark. You’re not dead, someone would’ve told me, I’m sure. So that must mean that there’s a good chance you have this, but I’m not even sure if you’ll read it.

He was right, as he most often was. Arcane had not planned to read the letter from the moment she read her name on the envelope, written in a neat sort of messy handwriting that could only come from one person. The letter had been sitting at her desk for a week before memories began to drown her and she knew she had to open it.

That’s not the point though, I’m sure you’ll read this. You’ve always been a sucker for the intimacy of written letters. Maybe that’s why I wrote to you instead of calling.

Arcane closed her eyes, the pounding of the memories at the door slowly consuming her. She took a deep breath and let them in. The whispers started to fill the room, every word echoing off the walls, like her past had become a living, breathing thing in her room. How could he write her now? After all these years. Anger reared it's small head in the back of her mind. How could he be so casual as if he wasn't the boy who ripped her heart out and tore it to pieces. 

Maybe it’s because I did read all the letters you wrote to me. Even after the voicemails stopped filling my phone and the emails ran dry, your letters kept coming.

She remembers writing those letters, the pen shaking in her hand as it hit the paper. She remembers wondering what you said to someone like him, a friend who left you behind. The squeeze in her chest that tightened each time he didn’t reply. The break in her heart when the last letter she ever wrote was returned to her doorstep.

If you’ve read this far without tearing my letter to pieces, then I would say this is a good start to our reunion. I’ve missed you. Your stubborn ways, always trying to keep me safe. But you always came with me wherever I went anyway. I miss your secret smile, the one you saved just for me. The treehouse we built in your yard. Do you miss that? I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if I can even ask that of you.

She did miss them. But, those things that she missed were long gone. The treehouse was overgrown with vines, Arcane was sure you couldn’t even get into it anymore. She went with him on his stupid adventures because what would she do if he left and met new people? He would leave her and she would be alone. So she desperately followed him blindly, hoping it would keep him close. Arcane missed her secret smile, the genuine one she had always saved for him. He missed it. How could he miss something that he destroyed. With his one and only letter to her, he demolished any leftover love for him that hid in her heart. He couldn’t ask if Arcane wondered about him. That wasn’t fair. That night, ten years ago, was still a raw wound in her soul that she was pretty sure would never heal.

~

The rain was relentless that night, banging against every edge of the house, but a little girl was waiting by the door, not even flinching as the lightning and thunder clapped furiously. Arcane peeked her head above the window frame to find the mailman running through the storm, his frantic steps pounding through the floor of the house. Her eyes lit up with a hope that was slowly fading with each mail drop. She opened the door and hid the small smile that started to spread up her face with a cough.

“Hi, Dan!” Arcane’s voice gave away the excitement that was flooding her system.

“Hey, Arcane.” Dan couldn’t help the pitiful grin that he gave her. She waited by the door for him every day and each day there was no letter for her. It must be soul-crushing, he thought, waiting for a letter that never comes.

“Is there…?” Arcane was practically on her tiptoes at this point. Dan rifled through the letters, dread settling as her name wasn’t there. Again. And then there was a squeal. “Oh, Dan! I found it! I knew- I knew it- I told them!” Her sentences didn’t even come out fully as she beamed, her smile brighter than any ray of the sun.

Arcane had run into the house, a breeze following in her wake. Plopping down into the soft plush couch, she ripped open the envelope, not caring about the paper that flew everywhere in the room. A paper fluttered out, floating toward the ground. Arcane grabbed it, hands shaking, she could practically feel the sweat dripping down her face. Words were the easiest way to break someone. The letter only contained eleven words, yet they would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Stop writing me. None of it was real. You were nothing.

Eleven words. And they shattered her. Crumbling, shattering, a million pieces breaking. Sobs racked through her whole body, her chest shaking and trembling with each broken breath. She caught her face in the mirror hanging off the pale wall and didn’t recognize the girl that stared back. You were nothing. A scream tore through her, the ache of her heart so raw that even the sun seemed to cry, rain dripping onto the panes of the windows. And slowly, so very slowly, Arcane buried the ache and gathered the shattered pieces of her heart and encased them in an impenetrable cage, never to opened again.

~

The ache was still present now, ten years after the letter had arrived. The dullness of her buried hurt made her clench her fists around the letter that sat in her hand now, the same lopsided handwriting adorning it.

But, that’s not why I’m writing this letter. I’m writing this with an actual purpose, if you can imagine that. I didn't just write to rehash our friendship. 

Arcane could feel her eyes narrowing, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the inanimate piece of paper. An actual purpose? To break her heart all over again? This time she did roll her eyes, even though no one was there to see it. But, it wasn’t the fact that he wrote her after all these years or that his tone was friendly throughout that made her body freeze. It was the last line that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.

In all the years that Arcane had known him, he'd never been very dependent. He often just struggled in silence and figured them out on his own. Not once, not ever, had has asked for help. But, there the sentence was inked in his slanted, loopy writing. 

I need your help.

Love,

Kalon

  ~~everything below here is stuff that doesnt have to be a part of the story but i still liked it and where it was going (idk please give me ideas)~~

The quiet, shock of the room seemed to weigh on Arcane. She flopped back onto her bed, the soft pillows cushioning her landing. I need your help. Those few, simple words, tugged at the strings that bound her heart. He needed her. The thought was fleeting as just as quickly as it came, it left. In its spot was anger. Now he needed her? After all those years when she needed him? What did he do then? Nothing. And that’s what she was going to do now. She huffed in satisfaction, tossing the envelope to the side. Her fingers reached into her hair, massaging her head. There were too many things to think about right now. Arcane squeezed her eyes shut as memories stung her eyes in the form of tears. 

~

“Please, don’t leave me.” Arcane had whispered, her small breaths filling the one room of the treehouse. 

“I don’t have a choice. You know I don’t want to go.” Kalon’s voice broke and he looked away so Arcane couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was silent. 

“We’ll still be best friends right?” 

“Yeah.” Kalon’s reply didn’t hold much conviction, causing Arcane to look over at him, confused, glossy eyes narrowing. 

“To the moon and back, Kal, remember?” She said, her tone desperate. It was a promise they made one night as they were watching some cheesy movie on the old television set. The boy had told the girl that he loved her too ‘the moon and back’. Kalon had then explained that the two characters said that so that they would never be apart. They could meet at the same moon, always and then they could go back. And then, they would never be fully apart. Arcane had liked that. So naturally,  she had grabbed Kal’s face and made him promise that they would go ‘to the moon and back’ if they were ever apart. It became a goodbye for them, a way of saying ‘I’ll see you soon’. 

“Yeah,” Kal had replied, a smile barely curling through his lips, “I’ll race ya there.”

~

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, letting her memories flow down her cheeks and into the bedsheets, but eventually she had to get up. She pulled herself up and off the bed, limbs protesting at the use. She just needed a few days is all, then she wouldn’t even remember what she was crying for.  Kalon didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

thank you for reading this far, i love all of you. just throw out ideas please. or give me some advice, i would love that. whether its about my writing or the plot i would love to have tips and constructive criticism on how to get better! tagging some moots who i hope dont hate me after this below the cut:

@natashxromanovf @pad-foots @griffxnnage @voidmalfoy @flxss-bxbblxs @alwaysreading @herondalesunsetcurve THANKS YALL I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I EXPRESS AND I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DESERVE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR LOVE

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART THIRTEEN

A/N: Please read the warnings! Characters belong to Pixelberry (except for my OCs)

Rating: M (bc of the warnings)

WARNINGS: drug abuse, drugging people, taking advantage of drugged people, please dont read the ending if you’re triggered by these things, there’s nothing descriptive or explicit but just in case.

Word count: 2159

Tagging: @gardeningourmet @delightfullypinkglitter @hopefulmoonobject @desireepow-1986 @dcbbw @kingliam2019 @the-soot-sprite @mskaneko @thequeenofcronuts @badchoicesposts @burnsoslow @annekebbphotography @alesana45 @addictedtodrakefanfic @walkerduchess @ao719​ @texaskitten30​ @lodberg​ @cordonianroyalty​ @emichelle​ @siriusxxvideos​ @i-bloody-love-drake-walker​ @samihatuli​ @choices-lurker​ @i-miss-trr​ @drxkewalker​ @nikkis1983​ @innerpostmentality​ @msjr0119​ @bascmve01​ @mind-reader1​ @edgiestwinter​ @drakesensworld​ @queenjilian​ @princessleac1​ @saivilo​ @yukinagato2012​ ♥

Dani yawned as she opened her eyes and waited for her vision to focus. It took her a moment to register she wasn’t in her hotel room.

“Shoes,” she muttered as she tried to find her phone and check the time.

“Morning,” she heard a voice from behind and turned to see Liam smiling at her.

“Morning. Why did you let me fall asleep? My parents will kill me!”

“I can always put them in jail,” he chuckled as she frantically looked through her purse.

“You don’t know them. They are nice people only if things go according to their plan. I already lost ‘good daughther’ points for being away the whole day,” she tried to get up but quickly sat back down and covered herself as she realized she was in fact completely naked.

Huh, so that wasn’t a dream.

“Would you mind?” she asked motioning to her body but Liam only grinned.

“I don’t, in fact.”

“Come on, I need to put on clothes,” she pleaded.

“Do you really need to go?” he asked as he turned away so she could get dressed. She glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t looking and only then got up and ran to the chair to take her dress.

“I am. Our crazy day turned into night but it’s time to get back to being a proper daughter,” she explained and could see him nodding his head. Her phone was lying next to the dress and she quickly checked the time. It was six thirty, good.

“If they only could see what their proper daughter did yesterday,” Liam joked and Dani threw a pillow at him. “Hey!”

“Thank you, you know, for the day and... night,” she blushed. “I had a great time and I really appreciate it.”

“I’ll ask one of our drivers to drive you back,” he offered, noticing she was putting on shoes.

“No, I’m good, I’ll run.”

“Run?” he raised an eyebrow, “In heeled sandals and a dress?”

“I’m a woman of many talents,” she chuckled. She turned to him to say goodbye and her face fell a little. Why didn’t she notice before how good he looked shirtless? And then it hit her.

I slept with a fricken’ King!

“Well, ahem, I... I gotta go, so bye and thank you... for the dog... and the rest,” she waved awkwardly and ran to open the door but instead of the door, she ran straight into the wall.

“Danielle!” Liam stood up and she tried to ignore the view.

“Shoes! Okay, now I’m going!”

When she left, Liam lay in the bed, both regret and happiness washing over him. They definitely crossed the line but for some reason none of them could help it. And it seemed like nothing changed in their friendship, which was both good and frustrating for him. He closed his eyes, suppressing tears.

Why do you show me what love feels like if I can’t have it?

~~~~

Completely out of breath, Dani arrived in her hotel room. It was right next to her parents’ room and she could hear they were still asleep. She quickly changed to her pajamas and just when she was about to climb into bed, she heard a knock on the door. Before she even walked up to open it, her parents already came in.

“Where were you yesterday?”

“I was... sightseeing. Learning more about the culture and Cordonians. It took me more time than I thought but I feel more educated now,” she answered, hoping it’d satisfy her father.

“Hmm. Well then. But next time you need to tell me exactly where you’re going.”

“Of course, Daddy,” she nodded.

“I wanted to talk to you about something exciting and important yesterday but you weren’t answering your phone,” he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. What was it?”

“Remember when you ruined your chance and didn’t apply for law school, which almost killed me?” He asked and Dani’s face fell.

“Yes...”

“Well, luckily, I forgave you but the pain you caused me is still with me. The good news is, after months of negotiating, I got you an interview! You’ll finally go to law school and if you’re lucky, find a good and rich husband.”

“Law...school? But... I’m almost twenty-seven, I thought... I--” she struggled to find words. How could she tell her father she wanted to start a family already?

“Danielle Eleanor Brooks, you already ruined one chance, do not ruin this one,” her father raised his voice slightly.

“Of course I won’t. I’m very thankful for what you’ve done for me,” she smiled as she tried not to cry.

“Good. I brought you a some brochures so you can look through them. All your documents are submitted already so you won’t miss the deadline. Just prepare yourself for the interview, that’s the least you can do,” he explained and she nodded absent-mindedly.

“Your mom and I are going out for breakfast, use that time productively to look up information about the program,” he said and left the room.

Dani let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Law school.

She went back to her bed and buried her face in the pillow, letting her tears roll freely. She felt ungrateful even thinking about it but the truth was, she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go to law school, she didn’t want to marry any rich lawyer.

She thought back to the previous day, how free she finally felt. She wished she could feel that way every day.

She wished she could be with Liam every day.

She sat down, her eyes widened as that thought struck her.

Oh no.

She couldn’t be falling for Liam. He’s a King. And Kings need... Queens. Not someone like her.

But for the first time in her life, she felt like she knew what she wanted. Someone like Liam. Living in a place like Cordonia, far from her parents but close to her sister.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

Oh, please, please, please. Let something happen so I don’t have to go to law school. Let something happen so I can reclaim my life.

~~~~

“Mhm,” Riley moaned as Drake was peppering her face with kisses.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured into her ear and she shivered.

“Morning,” she smiled at him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world being woken up by that man. She lifted her head slightly and kissed him. Drake kissed her back and he rolled on top of her and moved his lips to her neck.

“Drake,” she whispered, “I need to be in the restaurant in like an hour.”

“You are the boss, you can be late,” he answered not stopping what he was doing even for a moment.

She closed her eyes and decided that Drake was right. Some things were just more important and at that moment, the restaurant was not important at all.

~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Drake and Riley finally went to the kitchen to get breakfast. They ate their toasts in complete silence, not being able to stop smiling. Riley never thought she could be that happy. She was in love with Drake Walker and she couldn’t wait to tell him. Especially that from the way he looked at her she knew he felt the same.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked when they finished and Riley was washing the dishes.

“Yes, I’ll walk. It’s not that far away and the day is beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be waiting then. Don’t be too long though, I have plans for us.”

“Oh? What kind of plans?”

“Secret plans,” he smiled at her knowingly. She didn’t want to show him what she was doing with the restaurant, claiming it would be a surprise and he wanted to surprise her with something too.

Since their relationship got so much better, Drake regretted their rocky start and wished he was nicer to her since she was doing him a favor. And even though he still hadn’t said the l-word, he was planning to. Along with a proper proposal, since she never got any. His grandma’s ring was hidden safely in his drawer, waiting for the evening. He smiled softly at the thought of him asking Riley to be his wife, for real this time.

“You can always clean up the house in the meantime,” she grinned, “since Bartie is coming tomorrow.”

“I’ll find something to do, don’t worry.”

Riley just shook her head but Drake caught a glimpse of her smile. She put on shoes and took the keys.

“It’ll probably take me about two hours, maybe more. Plenty of time to clean,” she teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” he kissed her, “come home soon, ‘kay?”

“As soon as I can,” she kissed him back.

~~~~

It was only thirty mintes after Riley left, when Drake heard a knock on the door. Groaning, he got up from the couch where he was napping. His face fell slightly when he saw who was behind the door.

“Hey, Drake,” Kiara started. “May I come in?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he admitted.

“Please... it’s important. I went to see Madeleine and... something about Savannah and Bertand.”

Drake’s eyes widened and he moved slightly, “Come in.”

“Merci. I brought your favorite whiskey so the news is more... bearable.”

She came in and looked around. “Where do you keep glasses?”

“Kiara, no offence, but I’d rather just listen to what you found out so you can leave.”

“I’m trying to be nice, Drake,” Kiara sighed. “The information I obtained... I don’t know if I can trust you with it, especially that Madeleine doesn’t know I’m here. I heard it while she was talking to her private investigator.”

“She’s my sister, of course you can tell me!”

“See, this is why I’m afraid to tell you anything. You get so... aggressive. Just sit on the couch, I’ll pour us some whiskey.”

When Drake went to the living room, she noticed his phone on the counter.

Perfect, she thought to herself as she picked it up. She quickly typed a message and sent it to Riley.

“Bonjour, me cherie, Riley’s out so come here because I can’t get you out of my mind”

If everything went according to plan, Riley would think he sent it to her accidentally. She smiled to herself and deleted the message from Drake’s phone. Then she took two glasses and poured whiskey to both of them. She looked over her shoulder but Drake was sitting on the couch in the living room and could only see her back. With shaking hands, she added something to Drake’s glass and took the glasses to the living room.

“There you go,” she handed a glass to Drake and sat in front of him.

“So what’s the news,” he took a sip and she smiled.

“The investigator said that apparently they had an argument before they went missing...” she started, noticing how quickly the whiskey was disappearing from Drake’s glass. “And it could’ve been an accident that they both just fell off the bridge.”

“Bridge?” Drake asked, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. He hadn’t had whiskey in like four days, maybe that was why.

“Bridge. Big, grey bridge.”

“Bridge,” he repeated but words suddenly stopped making sense.

“You look tired, cherie, would you like to go to the bedroom and take a nap?”

“Na-aap?” he asked, his vision going blurry. He looked at his whiskey and then at Kiara.

“Wha--aat is happening?”

“Nothing, my dear. I’m saving you from Riley. Shhhh, everything is going to be okay. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

~~~~

Riley was running back home, furious. Whoever Drake sent that message to was probably already in the house. And she wanted to tell him she loved him! How stupid she was!

And even though she still felt angry, she also hoped it was an accident.

Well, I’m just about to find out, she thought to herself as she unlocked the door.

“Drake?” she called out. She heard weird noises from the living room and her heart started beating fast.

Please no, please no, please--

She entred the living room and gasped as she took in what was happening. Drake was lying on the couch, shirtless and on top of him...

Kiara.

The woman was also shirtless, wearing a bra but the worst part was...

She was kissing Drake. And he was kissing her back.

[makeupbychio]

my heart belongs to daddy // A.I

pairing : Ashton Irwin x Reader.

words : 1.5k +

summary : the after party you have with Ashton after his shirtless performance.

warnings : swearing, smut. 

a/n : all mistakes are mine bc i wrote this so fast lol. feedback is more than welcome. ALSO, let’s pretend that Ashton’s heart tattoo is in another place of his body. 

italic and bold means song lyrics.

inspired by : Ariana Grande’s cover she did for Marilyn Monroe’s song. Yeah, it was the first thing that came to my mind when i saw this picture. k’ bye.

"Hi!" you said running to hug Ashton's siblings. You just were backstage with the boys who are going to play in Fire Fight Australia. Now you found your seat and you are so happy to see again the boys families, the only one missing is Mali.

"Y/N! We missed you so much" they said hugging you. You melted at that because you and Ash were here for holidays not long ago but you missed them too. You told her that you bring them a present from LA and they are going to love it. While they are trying to have a hint from you about the present you saw a boy you have never seen before next to Ashton’s sister. And she tells you that the boy is her boyfriend and Ashton’s mom tells you in your ear that Ash has never meet him in person before, so that’s why he is acting so shy and nervous.

"Don’t worry, I’m going to help you but if you promise me that you are going to take care of my girl’s heart” you said hugging Ash’s sister. “She is a strong woman but if it is necessary I will travel here”.

“Y/N I thought you were with my brother, ya’ know for his good luck kiss he says he needs” Ashton’s brother said with a disgusted tone in the last part. You laughed because he is going through that phase of puberty but when he will understand when he falls in love.

“Maybe he wants Cal this time to kiss him” you joked. You gave Ashton his kiss but earlier, you didn’t even see what outfit he is going for today’s show. Sometimes he asks you for your opinion, or help him with his hair, etc. He is been so excited the whole day and Australia is very good for them in every way. You missed the rest too so you catch up with everyone.

When it was the guys turn to play. The host called them to go on stage and you understood why your boyfriend didn’t ask you to help him because he dared to play shirtless. It is not the first time you see him with nothing covering his toned chest but you definitely didn’t expect that.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Luke’s brother asked you stifled a scream and he’s going to make fun of you for that when later you are going to try to deny it in front of Ashton. As if it wasn’t hot enough in Sydney, your boyfriend wasn’t helping.

You got up with the rest to enjoy the show. Thanks the universe that were just five songs because you struggled watching Ashton being a whole beast playing the drums. During the show people who were and were not fan of the guys commented about how good is Ashton, his energy, his talent, his dedication, etc. You are so happy for multiple reasons. You can’t wait to tell him the kind comments you heard, that later are going to be even more in social media standing out his job. Also the happiness is because people finally is recognizing his talent. This is going to cheer up him even more since a couple of weeks before he struggled with his mental health. It makes you happy and his loved ones to see him leaving everything on stage, having a good time and better with his own self.

Reunited back with the boys, Ashton is acting like he has no idea why you are looking at him like that. "You know exactly what you did, congrats baby you were a beast" you said when you hugged him.

"Mmm I love that you enjoyed the show" he said kissing you on the lips. "It is not the first time you said that to me tho" he keeps teasing, thank God he said that in your ear.

You were interrupted by Ashton's sister introducing her boyfriend. You gave Ashton a look to not to be too hard with the boy. Later is going to mention that your brother did the same to him when you started dating. It is a brother's thing to make sure and clear things.

Everyone went to celebrate with a dinner all reunited. These people already feel like your own family. 

"Tomorrow is just you and me for a date" Ashton said when you arrived his family's house. You excused yourself to take a shower and then go to bed. Since the boys are famous, all of them bought a new big house to their families so each one has a lot of rooms, space and a big garden with pool, etc. You are talking to Ashton's siblings and giving them their presents when Ashton said he is going to fix his sister's car because his mom asked him that favor.

After a couple of hours, now it is late and everyone is sleeping. You are tired too but you want to wait for Ash. You thought that maybe he fell asleep in the couch so you put your shorts and go downstairs. But he is still in the garage fixing something in the motor's car.

He is all sweaty including his black hair and again, shirtless. You bite your lower lip at the view and get closer to him.

"Didn't know you know how to fix cars" you said.

"Well, in our first tour on the road a lot of times we had problems with the bus so everyone kinda learned" he said focused with tools and the car in front of him. "I'm almost done bae".

I just adore his asking for more, but

My heart belongs to daddy

Once he is done, he put down the hood and cleaned his dirty hands full of car oil with a towel. “I kinda miss today what we do sometimes in the dressing room” you teased referring to the pre-show sex of after show sex.

“Me too love. I felt so fucking good today, but today the whole families were there” he said. “But…” he looked at the clock in the wall, it is 3 am. “Now we are alone” he said getting closer to you grabbing you by your waist.

Yes, my heart belongs to daddy

So I simply couldn't be bad

“I know what that smirk means” you said touching his sweaty chest. Not to act like an angel because you had sex with him in different places and positions but never near his family and you were nervous someone will go to the garage.

“Don’t worry baby” Ashton said like if he was reading your mind. He is been eager for you the whole day. He started kissing and biting your neck which made you lose your shit in one second. You throw your head back for better access for him. You rest your arms on his sweaty shoulders. Then his kisses went down your collar bone and before he went for more, he sat you down on top the hood’s car.

“Are we really going to do this on top of your sister’s car when your room is upstairs?” you said when you broke the kiss for air.

“Just if you want” he answered. And you took off your shirt exposing your bare chest. Ashton laid you down the car softly making sure not to make noise. He is on top on you and his kisses keep coming down to find your shorts. He kissed your belly and looked up to ask permission and you nod and whined that he is taking so long. 

“So yummy” he bit his lower lip when he found out you are not wearing underwear. He went down kissing your thighs and then your sex. He put his hands on your sides for balance.

After a couple of minutes of the magic his mouth was doing, you can feel the orgasm coming and your cries were louder. Ashton stopped and you looked down frustrated and found his evident bulge on his black jeans.

“I want you to come inside me” he said kissing your neck again and you saw his heart tattoo behind his ear and kissed it. Ashton knows that it is your favorite. “Ya’ know it belongs to you” he said referring to the red ink. You love when he reminds you that even when you were there when he got it. And also because you have the same but in black ink.

You kissed him on his lips and working on taking his belt off to expose his erection.

Once he aligned ready to fill you. You took his face with your hands and kissed him. “I know...” and you showed him your heart tattoo “my heart belongs to you, daddy” you said.

That my heart belongs to daddy

'Cause my daddy

He treats it

So well

[malethirsty]

Fetish - Karl Anderson

Summary: Karl’s over reliance on his ‘Hot Asian Wife’ and Asian fetish was driving you to breaking point. Sometimes it takes a good sub to take charge.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), TW: Brief mention of Asian Fetish, BDSM

Inspired by: The recent debate over Karl Anderson’s obsession with Asian women

If you asked someone what Karl Anderson from the WWE was known the most for, you’d get one of two answers; Either being a founding member of The Bullet Club (now The O.C.) or his comments about his Hot Asian Wife. The southern wrestler had a habit of constantly mentioning the latter any chance he could, in any way he could as well, sometimes landing him in hot water. People wondered why he would go above and beyond; some thought it was over enthusiasm whilst others thought he was a fetishist. Fetishist maybe? But you knew neither reason was close to why Karl really acted the way he did.

You were what was known as the Shot Blower between Bullet Club members, having been a keen fan of NJPW for a long while, you were scouted out by Prince Devitt when the heel faction formed and made their Shot Blower, which was a fancy way of saying groupie. After every BC match, without hesitation, you were tasked with relieving the members of the Club, getting them to shoot their load from their balls was your task, and you took to it perfectly. Able to bend into any position Devitt, Tama, Rey, Fale & Karl wanted you to go in, you were affectionately called their slut, and couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. That is until you wound up in a relationship with Karl. Having watched him since 2008, you were the most enthused when you got to take his dick, to the amusement of some members (and though they wouldn’t say it, jealousy from Devitt, AJ & Luke). The two of you were fucking in his hotel room when the offer was posed so hearing the big burly man moan out “Fuck Y/N, will you be my boyfriend?” Was quite surprising to hear to say the least, but you gladly accepted to whoops and moans as Karl shot his load not long afterwards.

Ever since it was a two time tango, Karl with southern heritage couldn’t find it easy to explain he had a male partner, so used his wife as a beard, his over enthusiasm was to cover any chance of anyone working out he was in love with you, and whilst you originally were upset for her, you eventually thought ‘She has a roof over her head & she’s financially together and others aren’t as lucky’ and continued on with your relationship with Karl. However the naked pics and Asian thirsting were starting to get to you, you needed to remind Karl of who he belonged to, and you knew exactly how, a bit of black and a Power Bottom attitude should do the trick, what man could resist a pussy that teased them?

You selected what you needed and placed it out in the bedroom before texting Karl: ‘Babe, we need to talk’ text. He almost immediately responded with ‘Shit, you aren’t thinking if ending it, are ya?’ You smirked at his vulnerability, if he was this nervous for a talk, who knows what would happen once you got him whipped ‘Of course not daddy, but we do need to talk. Head up to Hotel room, let me know when you arrive’. His reply took a couple of minutes but with a firm reaffirming ‘Sure’, whilst you waited off in the lounge for Karl to arrive, circling through his Instagram for his ‘Hot Asians with Smooth Asian Skin’ post to use as leverage. 15 minutes later your phone dinged, Karl was on his way up. You stood and walked over to stand at the door, in a few minutes you heard the door knock, and you opened it “Come in Karl.” You told him, barely glancing at him, playing your role perfectly. You walked back to the sofa before sitting down, seeing him walk slowly in, unclear as to why he was here. “Darlin, why do we need to talk? What’s happened?” That was the cue to ignite your faux fury “THIS!” You yelled, shoving your phone into his hands, he read the post before falling onto the couch laughing like he had heard the world’s funniest punchline “Why are you laughing?!” You spattered out “Babe, this is nothing more than usual. I’m using it as a guise so people don’t know about us. Why has this gotten you so upset? You’ve never been like this before.” “How the fuck would you know? You’re never around these days! You’re either off with AJ & Luke, or you’re off with your beard of a wife, using her for attention and God knows what else! Whilst I’m left as a side piece waiting for you to come over when you have a chance. And then I see stuff like this and-“ you started to tear up “I don’t even know that you care anymore.” Karl got up and crossed to you “Baby boy, you know I care.” “No you don’t.” “Well what do you want me to do? Cut back work? Dump my wife and come out, you don’t know where I’m from, they’ll come after us, send death threats and lord knows what else! I need to keep you safe.” “And I need to be safe, but when I see things like this, I think this whole thing isn’t worth it.” That did it, Karl was now beginning to cry “No! Please baby, don’t say that. All our history in New Japan Pro Wrestling, the Bullet Club, coming over with me because you cared, don’t end it because of my ridiculousness, please I beg of you! I’ll do anything you want! ANYTHING!”

You had never seen a grown man like Karl cry before, those types of men were always taught crying was weak, un masculine even. Yet there the ruthless heel was, genuine tears streaming down his face. You knew the act had to end here, not only did his promise of anything a perfect cue, it pained you to see the man you loved so upset. “Anything Karl?” “You name it, I’ll do it.” “Well can you head into the other room and rest down on the metal slab for a moment, I need to get myself together” Karl immediately hopped up and tore into the bedroom, you kept your face hidden until you heard the machine locking Karl in place “Y/N, what the hell, I’m stuck! Y/N Help!” You grinned stripping off your formal wear to reveal the black leather skin tight dom costume you wore underneath. You detached the whip from where it was strapped into the outfit and strolled into the bedroom. Sure enough, Karl was struggling but couldn’t break free. “Y/N, please I need-“ Karl stopped once he saw you “Jesus Christ babe, you look beautiful.” You shrugged “I know daddy.” You strolled over to him “Now, I have no intention of breaking us up, in fact, I called you hear cause I wanted to fuck, but this time it’s on my terms not yours. Got it.” You cracked the whip for emphasis “Yes sir.” Karl said very formally “Good.” You lent down to kiss Karl, his taste so incredibly sweet “Mmmmm babe, I love this.” Karl groaned, you began to disrobe Karl until he was left on the cold sex slab, utterly naked. “Now look at the TV for me.” Karl did as you instructed as you reached for the remote and turned it on.

“This demonstration has been approved by Prince Devitt and the other members of Bullet Club. In this video, our Shot Blower will demonstrate how big our loads are.” Karl’s mouth dropped open, you were playing the sex tape you and BC had filmed a long while ago, glancing down, you saw his cock stiffen. “Now keep your eyes on the screen Karl.” You said and he didn’t need any more persuasion, his attention was wrapped onto the screen where he saw Prince Devitt begin to fuck you deep as his TV self cheered on. You got your hand round Karl’s cock and began to stroke “Oh yeah, oh fuck babe, like that, stroke it like that.” He moaned, in absolute bliss. The footage you had shot was pretty hot to say the least, it took until you’d past Devitt and Fale before Karl cried out “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You quickly removed your hand, leaving the man whining “Babe, why?” “Because I need to leave an impression on you Mr. Anderson, you are gonna edge until we get to your part” “But that’s at the end of the fucking film!” He groaned. You moved a leaver on the slab board which lifted his legs up so that you could get a clear shot of his ass, you brought the whip down hard making Karl cry out “I thought you said anything I wanted, why did that go out the window?” “You weren’t even upset!” Karl shouted back, you slapped his ass again “Upset no, Affronted yes, Left out, Absofuckinglutely.” You landed a slap on each of the three statements leaving Karl’s ass a red mess, tear tracks beginning to form “Now are you gonna listen?” “Yes Y/N, daddy’s gonna listen to you!” “Good” you slapped the whip over his hole, making him yell “WHY?” You shrugged “Cause I was in the mood.” Which mirrored perfectly what happened on the TV, Rey having shot on your face instead of your hole, you had asked why, and he’d given the same answer.

You returned to the process of stroking Karl, as the film played on. As soon as you heard the moans of Tama as he unloaded deep in your ass, Karl’s eyes lit up, now was his time. You removed your hand and crawled on top of Karl “After all this time of being my fan, and now you finally get good ol’ Daddy Karl.” Came NJPW Karl’s voice from the TV “Look at us now.” You grinned down at him “Yeah, now let me fuck your ass, I’m desperate!” You circled your hole around his cock “How desperate?” “Y/N, please stop teasing me, I got here, now take my dick!” He tried to shove his hips forwards, but couldn’t, the metal steel clipped around his waist constricted those types of moves, he was still where he was when he first climbed onto the slab. “Remember what was on the tape Karl, you made me beg, so today you will beg for me.” “I beg you to fuck me.” Karl choked out “Come on Karl, you can do better than that.” “I need you to ride daddy’s dick, he’s so damn needy for a man’s ass.” “Better” you praised, letting the tip in “Oh fuck!” Karl groaned, the tight heat getting the best of him, desperately again trying to break the steel but to no avail. “You’ve got to hit the spot right.” You reminded him, Karl throwing utter caution to the wind “My wife won’t let me fuck her, and even then she’s lousy, her stretched out pussy is sloppy and dull, nothing compared to your ass! Your hole is one of a kind Y/N, PLEASE TAKE DADDY’S DICK!”

Finally relieving Karl, you finally took his entire cock balls deep. “FUCK YES! OH THAT’S AMAZING!” Karl yelled out as you began to ride him, savoring this moment. You’d always been on the bottom only getting to see Karl’s face at your length as you rode his cock, this however was blissful, being filled by The O.C.Member’s member while looking down at his face contorted into sexual ecstasy was something you’d have to do again. “Fuck Karl, fuck me deep like you love to do.” “I can’t Y/N, this fucking rod’s holding my arms away!” “Oh to hell with this, DEACTIVATE!” As soon as you said the machine’s key work, the bars and chains holding Karl’s hands, legs and waist down disconnected. Karl picked you up but couldn’t find the strength to sit, so fell onto the bed, letting you ride him from above even more than before. “Fuck this is actually really hot babe. We need to do this again, but right now, fuck, I need to cum.” You leaned down, closing your lips around Karl’s in a searing kiss, you eventually moved your lips to his ear “Go right ahead daddy Karl.” You whispered biting onto his ear lobe.

Karl practically screamed out loud as he shot load upon load in your ass, it was like it didn’t end. During this, Karl reached down and stroked your cock as well, the heating sensation deep in your guy “F-fuck, Karl, I’m, gonna” before you could get the last word out, you shot your load all over Karl’s face. Your hole tightened around Karl, taking even more cum, as both of you moaned directly at each other before finally it stopped. You pulled away, slumping next to him “Jesus Christ Y/N, that was hands down the best fuck we’ve ever had. And given I said you were a hands down better fuck than anyone I’d ever had, that says something.” “I guess it does.” You heavily breathed out, finally getting your breathing calm again. “Fuck, we need to do this some other time.” “Sure, let me know when you’re free from ho-“ “I mean tonight, fuck my wife, I’m staying here with you, I’ve put my image over you for long enough, fuck that. I’m staying here for a long while.” You were elated, you needed reassurance that Karl was yours and this was it. “Now can you tell me where you got that slab thingy, AJ’s looking to spice up his bedroom action.”

[mss4msu]

“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 7)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city. 

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1807

Warnings: Language, Reference to Violence

A/N: Because I know what’s going to happen, writing this chapter was a struggle bc I just wanna get to the good stufffffff. Thanks for keeping with me babeyeeeees. 

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You spent the entire night over the toilet, your body alternating between bouts of vomiting and intense shaking that caused your whole body to convulse. The scenes of what you had seen replayed in your head and you gagged each time you thought of how hard James had beaten that man. After several bouts of dry heaving, everything went dark.

You awoke to the feeling of the cold tile floor on your cheek. You tried to push yourself up, but your head began to pound violently. You saw a bottle of water in front of you and reached for it, you didn’t know where it had come from, but figured you must have grabbed it from the car on the way home last night.

You contorted your face trying to remember what had happened the night before, which only made the blood in your head beat harder. You forced yourself to lean against the wall and put your head between your legs, praying for the pounding to stop just for a few minutes so you could gather your bearings. You took deep breaths in and out until the pain behind your eyes finally started to subside. 

Once the pain was gone enough for you to think somewhat clearly, you began to go through the events of the night before. You had had a terrible day at work, and so you decided to go to see James at the club, you remembered that bit. You left work and had Peter take you home to change and then he took you for food and then to the club, you could picture that clearly enough. That’s when things got a bit fuzzy. You remembered getting to the club, someone leading you in, you couldn’t quite place the face in your mind, and getting a table in the front. You knew you had drinks brought to you, but you couldn’t recall the number or the contents. You had watched James sing, and the song had been catchy, but you couldn’t think of even one line from it. The song had ended, and you remembered sitting at the table and continuing to drink, but then nothing. You weren’t sure if you had seen James at all, you didn’t exactly know how or when you’d had gotten home, and you couldn’t figure out why you had woken up in the bathroom. 

You heard a faint buzzing, and after realizing it wasn’t your headache, you began to reach around for your phone. It stopped vibrating just as you finally had it in your hand. You brought the phone close to your face, trying to get your eyes to focus on the screen. You had two missed call notifications from James and a few texts from him as well. You unlocked your phone and opened your messages. 

“(Y/N)! Are you alright? You had quite a bit to drink at the club, so I called Peter to pick you up. I asked him to let me know when you were home safe, and he did, but I want to hear it from you too.” -- Saturday 12:02AM

“Don’t forget to drink some, or a lot, of water and maybe take some Advil. I’ll get to the bottom of who was in charge of giving you so many free drinks.”  -- Saturday 12:03 AM

“Hey, (Y/N). Still haven’t heard from you and wanted to be sure you’re feeling alright after last night.” -- Saturday 8:17AM

Your lips twisted up into a smile at how considerate James was to be checking in on you. You sat for a moment with your eyes closed, thinking about how to respond. Finally you typed back:

“Hi James, I’m not feeling my best, but I’m feeling a lot better than I was just a bit ago. Thanks for checking in on me and making sure I got home safe. I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing last night, because I can’t seem to remember even if I did” -- Saturday 8:22AM

“Of course. I’ll have some food delivered to your apartment if you think you can stomach it. After all you drank, I’ve got to think you’ve got quite the hangover.” -- Saturday 8:22AM

Your stomach rumbled as you read his text.

“James, you really don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the thought.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“You bet, doll. I’ll see you later this week. Take care of yourself.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“Ok” --Saturday 8:24AM

You forced yourself up from the floor and clung to the walls as you slowly walked yourself to the kitchen, your head taking up its pounding beat from earlier. You fixed yourself a bowl of dry cereal and moved to the couch, gingerly laying down and placing the cereal on your stomach. You took a handful of it in your hand and stuffed it in your mouth, chomping away quickly, trying to appease your stomach. You finished your cereal and got more comfortable on the couch, quickly falling asleep. 

You woke up to the buzz of your phone next to you. It was the number for the front door, and you answered hesitantly. 

“Hi, I have an order for (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the voice in the phone said. 

“Ok,” you said groggily, slowly sitting up, “Be right there.” 

You got up and went to the door, the only shoes you could find were your Louboutins from James. You shoved your feet into them and hurried downstairs to the door.

“Here you go,” the delivery person said as they handed you a large bag. 

“Thanks?” you took the bag and went back up to your apartment.

You sat back down on the couch and opened up the bag on your coffee table. On top was a single white rose. You brought it to your nose and inhaled deeply before gently setting it down and seeing what else was in the bag. You pulled out a large bottle of gatorade and immediately unscrewed the cap and took a long drink of it. Next, you grabbed a large container and one smell upon opening it let you know that it was bacon mac and cheese. You found a smaller container filled with chicken noodle soup. One last container had a giant chocolate brownie in it. 

You picked up your phone and took a picture of your haul, and sent it to James along with a message that said:

“Thanks! This should revive me from my deathbed in no time.” -- Saturday 7:24PM

While James normally responded between minutes, you stared at your phone for three minutes waiting for a reply that didn’t come. You locked the screen and grabbed your tv remote. You put on the first comedy you saw and dug into the mac and cheese. Every minute or so you would pause to check your phone, but you still didn’t hear anything from James. You began to worry that maybe you had fucked something up while drunk. You put a movie on and tried to focus on the plot. When you decided to give up and just go to bed, your phone finally lit up. 

“Glad to hear it.” -- Saturday 11:47PM

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you tried to think of what to respond. You ultimately decided not to send anything, as you were too tired to carry on a conversation anyway. You got off the couch, put the leftover food in your fridge, got ready for bed, and then flopped down on your bed. You fell asleep quickly. 

You awoke in a cold sweat in the morning from the most vivid dream:

You were at the club and had wandered down a long hallway full of locked doors until you found a room at the end of the hall that was unlocked. You pushed open the door and a wave of blood flooded over you. You looked up from the blood washing over you to see James repeatedly beating a man. When James looked up at you, his eyes were pitch black and he had a terrible, evil grimace on his face. He came quickly at you, and you stumbled back down the hallway. You tripped and fell and James caught up to you. You woke up before you saw his face again.

You grabbed your phone, getting onto Instagram and going to the White Wolf and the Howlers page, needing to get the terrifying look of the James from your nightmare out of your head. You were able to calm down as you scrolled through the photos of the band and as you got out of bed and went about your day, the nightmare was all but forgotten. 

On Monday, Peter Parker picked you up at your usual time. After exchanging the usual formalities, you sat in silence, wondering if you should ask him about Friday. For the sake of professionalism, you decided against it and continued the ride without speaking. When you got off the elevator at your floor, the new front desk person waved you over. 

“Ms. (Y/L/N), I have a delivery for you.” 

“Oh, thanks?” you responded with confusion, taking the box from them.

You walked quickly to your office, keyed in, and set your bag down so you could attend to the box. You opened it and found the signature James white rose inside. Under the rose was a file folder. You opened it and found a handwritten note on top which read:

“(Y/N), my apologies, but I will be traveling this week to check in on the investments you have already established for me and thus will not be able to meet with you in person. I’ve enclosed my itinerary for the week and will be in touch if I deem any of the companies undesirable upon meeting with them in person (of course, I’m sure I won’t as I know how hard you’ve worked on this, but one needs to be sure). Best, James”

Your stomach dropped at the idea that you wouldn’t be seeing James for at least a week and at how formal his note had been. You instantly began to worry again that it was because of something you had done Friday night. 

You took the note out and found an iPad inside the folder. You opened it and found James’s itinerary and synced documents with your notes about each company. He was meeting with Oscorps Monday, SHIELD Tuesday and Wednesday, Pym Technologies on Thursday, and the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics on Friday morning. He had all of his arrival times scheduled, and it said he would be back Friday night at 6:00pm. At 9:00pm he had put that he was performing at the club. Your breath fluttered and you took this as a sign that everything was alright. 

CHAPTER EIGHT

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[cozyteez]

Hii, do u have any tips for writing fics?? I’m so used to writing research reports, lab reports, and formal essays that creative writing has become something I really struggle with. I guess it’s having the freedom to write anything and not knowing how to make sure it’s not corny. I tried outlining a fic one time but it was so frustrating LOLOLOL. Anyways, I love your ateez fics. They are so cute and creative!!

hi !!!! im like rlly touched u asked me and i feel u actually that's why i started this blog; im a biomedical engineering major so as u can imagine i dont get to take much creativity with what i write because writing papers and reports and proposals are so formulaic and u gotta stick to the facts so that being said i actually tested out of all my college writing classes so all my writing knowledge is from ap english in hs lmao so take it w many grians of salt

the #1 thing i do when im feeling sort of unmotivated about a story or maybe like like dragging myself thru mud to write it is to just write the "fun" part first. to me the fun part is usually the climax or maybe the like the "wouldn't it be cute if..." moment that came to mind that inspired me to write a blurb in the first place! then usually once i sort of get the ball rolling on that my brain will help me out and keep the momentum going by thinking of maybe "oohh okay maybe this can happen next" or "oohh and what if this led up to it" or !! just stop there !! something ive learned from my mx writing blog which is like a year older than this one was that you don't owe anybody context especially for a blurb so maybe it really is just 3 sentences of a cute moment u thought of like its whatever ur the one writing it

now for longer fics im going to be honest jongho's first love is my first and only completed attempt at a multi stage coherent story. and that was fueled purely based on the fact that when i look at jongho he just gives off sort a really excited sort of innocence that i wanted to further explore and personify through the idea of him experiencing love for the first time but even then i really struggled w the last part because that's where my personal experience stopped and i had basically nothing to go off of because ive never been in love so i did have to kinda wait for ideas to come to me. for prince yunho i have posted 4 chapters but have all the way through chapter 15 drafted. and by drafted i mean it's like 3 sentences of the overall idea. again, the fic was inspired by the duality between yunho's on stage vs. off stage persona where if somebody was to watch an ateez performance for the first time they may find him very serious and maybe even intimidating but atiny would know that his off stage persona (the one he choses to create for us anyways) is very silly and happy-go-lucky and approachable, which is why prince yunho is seen as narameth's strong and stoic pride and joy but in reality he's sort of clumsy but means well. so i let that and his relationship w xenia who is an original character (OC) sort inspire stories or interactions that i force into a plot line. so for example i believe when i first started thinking abt a prince au for yunho i thought "wouldn't it be funny if the first scene started out painting him as this strong and serious man and then cut to him choking on food or something" and that sort of inspired the idea of him being nervous abt the speech and then xenia came out of that because he needed a complementary character imo since i knew he was gonna be kind of one dimensional and then his backstory with xenia inspired other ideas and then one day i was sad and wanted a hug so that inspired a piece of the plot line and so on. so basically: let an idea or even an aspect of somebody come to you and just write it down, let it inspire other ideas. and don't be afriad to completely start over. i wrote a whole chapter for prince yunho and deleted the whole thing because i hated where it was going and started back from scratch. sometimes you have to revisit things abt your characters and their relationships with others to get a new idea. there's a story in every person and every relationship you just have to find the clues

here's an example of what i mean by "write the good part first". this is typically what the very first draft of a blurb will look like for me

((( blah blah blah basically its raining and y/n is sad bc wooyoung broke her heart two weeks ago idk maybe go into it maybe not)))

y/n is all sad and feeling sorry for themselves on the couch theyre past crying but still feel pretty shitty plus it's storming and cold outside. great

there's a knock on their door ofc they have the cliche "who could that be moment" even tho they lowkey know. we literally all know

so yeah wooyoung's there soaked in rain eyes puffy y/n thinks he's been crying

-this would be the "fun part". i'll fix all that garbage up top later or maybe even change it completely idk yet-

"y/n? i - uh. hi"

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to close the door and walk away for good

"hi? really wooyoung? is that the best you can do?"

(((wooyoung does smth idk)))

"well i just -"

"you just what? showed up here in the rain after you broke my heart and didn't even bother to tell me why? this isn't some romance movie, asshole. you can't just come here late at night and expect to find me all sad and willing to take you back because i'm not. so say what you're gonna say so i can get back to my life"

your face was red hot and you trying very hard, probably too hard, to fight back tears. ((( idk talk some more abt y/n's emotions then what wooyoung is doing)))

"look, i made a mistake i-"

"oh my god! why did i know you were gonna do this. i just knew as soon as i saw you-"

"will you let me get a fucking word in!?"

well that was new. in the entire time you'd known him he had never raised his voice at you like that, your shock causing you to immediately close your mouth and fold your arms back into yourself (((make y/n seem more scared))) noticing your reaction, he lowered his voice back down and instictively reached for you, heartbroken at the way you jerked away from his touch

"please y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to raise my voice it's just that i need to tell you that i regret what i did i regret breaking up with you so fucking much and you don't have to take me back i just need you to know how much you meant, no, mean to me. i still love you, a lot. there's not a day, an hour, a minute, or a single second that goes by that i'm not thinking of you"

"then why?"

your voice was small and wavering, your tears now dangerously close to spilling down your cheeks

"why what?"

"why did you break up with me like that, just all of a sudden"

he pushed his hands into his pockets and looked away

"because that morning i woke up before you and when i looked at you asleep next to me, i saw myself spending the rest of my life with you and it scared the shit out of me"

"why did it scare you?"

"because i just figured you didn't feel the same. i was selfish and wanted to save myself heartbreak down the line and so i told you i didn't wanna be with you anymore, but that was a mistake because it turns out i can't function with out you, i can't breathe without you i can't live without you, y/n. i shouldn't have let you go"

tears were now freely flowing down your face (((okay brain no work anymore y/n kisses him duh and then ofc they make up wooyoung prob says smth cheesy and y/n is like ur lucky i love you or smth ahaha the end)))

tl;dr -> don't be afraid to get messy. creative writing is not nearly as structured as academic/scientific writing. write whatever u want first it can even be the middle of a huge fight scene or some dialogue u think is funny. if ur stuck read what you have or maybe just take a break and let an idea come to you. a story doesnt have to come together til the very end so it can be as messy and out of order as u want until u wanna post it. also i would always use the third person omniscient point of view for a longer story like a chaptered fic as a default and only change if it would impact the plot in a negative way. this is where the narrator knows what every character is thinking/feeling and im p sure a teacher in middle school told me it was the easiest to write and follow

[romeoryu]

me waiting until the last minute to write my intro post, forcing myself to rush through it all as quickly as possible despite having had days and days to write something detailed and thoughtful? it is more likely than you think. but anyways helo it me!!!! ur local admin aka kayla aka romeo’s mother and somehow also his worst enemy. heh. like i said, i’m gonna rush through this & try to make it cohesive as possible but forgive me if nothing makes sense adshjfdfh. like this to plot, or just hmu on my discord which is currently JAELENTINE’S DAY#8258 ( hbd yoonoh ilu )

— ( 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 & 𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞. ) oh my god look, it’s romeo ryu! he is a 23 year old actor from newark, new jersey. they were first associated with the met cartel 2 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying he is so audacious & evasive, but their stans on twitter say that he is actually really rougish & debonair. 

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧.

— 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅.

tw: drug abuse, death/overdose

— part i.

from the very beginning of his life, romeo ryu has struggled with trying to figure out where his place in the world is. he doesn’t remember much of his earliest years, time spent in a home with parents he can only remember in far away, hazy dreams. 

his parents were young, and in lust. he was never planned, or, in the end, wanted & ended up in the foster care system by the time he was two. for most of his life he bounced around from foster home to foster home, some good and some terrible, but none of them great. he held on to and undying hope that one day he’d stumble upon the family that wanted him, the parents that loved him and the childhood he dreamed of. but year in and year out it never came, and that hope began to burn out around his 13th birthday. 

stuck in the system, he had to grow a thick skin. there was no one at his back or there to defend him, and most of his foster families only cared about the monthly check they received in return for letting him sleep under their roofs. and in the end, that’s all it really was. a place to sleep and a couple free meals. aside from that he was on his own. 

college was never an option – there was no way in hell he could afford it, and by the time he was 16, he was sick of sleeping under strangers’ roofs. he dropped out of high school in order to pick up a handful of odd jobs and by the time he aged out of the system he’d saved up enough money to leave jersey and shove the little bit of shit he owned into a one bedroom apartment in the bronx with two other guys he’d found on craigslist. it was never ideal, but it was the only place he’d ever felt he could call his own. 

from bussing in shabby live music bars to over night shifts at the bodega and early morning opening hours at the public library, romeo kept himself busy. but no matter how many hours he worked or how tired he got, it didn’t keep him from falling into the wrong crowd. it started out as just a bit of fun, just a way to get out of his own head in the few hours of free time he managed to carve out in a week, the alcohol and the drugs were just a way to pass the time, a way to make his shitty, boring life a little less shitty. 

but then it got worse. then instead of saving money he was spending it all on whatever he could afford. instead of looking to move out he was struggling to keep up with rent. his days between 19 and 20 passed in a blur, until he was hit with a reality check one night in a friend’s basement unit, so high he still doesn’t really remember what happened. but he remembers the shaking body on the floor and the cold fear in his belly and the hand on his arm pulling him away and telling him they have to go. they don’t tell anyone, and they don’t talk about. still, romeo doesn’t know who found the body or how long it took for it all to be over. 

it’s not enough of a reality check to pull him out of the dark though, and his head really only surfaces enough to get his act together long enough to get the fuck out of his shoebox apartment and away from his annoying ass roommates. he packs up, fits all his things in a backpack and duffle bag and leaves the rest, and gets on a plane across the country. 

— part ii.

he wasn’t expecting much from LA, just a change of pace and better weather mostly, but he manages to strike gold when a stranger approaches him while he’s bartending and asks him if he’s a model. romeo tells him no and then the guys asks him if he’s an actor. and when romeo says no to that he asks what the hell he’s doing in LA, and if he wants to give any of it a try. romeo isn’t exactly keen, but he asks the guy how much he’s paying, and that’s the only convincing he needs. 

acting comes easy. it’s natural to him, finally letting out all those emotions he’s been choking on for years. and his face doesn’t hurt either. he shoots his first indie film when he’s 21, and walks his first red carpet ten months later. to say he catapulted into fame would be an understatement. he blinked and he had management agencies practically kicking his door down, had gained hundreds of thousands of followers in mere weeks, and was signed onto his first major hollywood film before he’d even bought a couch for his apartment. 

it was like whiplash, the way he tossed into the grasp of hollywood. but fuck, was it fun. and confusing, suddenly having fans and people that loved him and supported him. he had the face and the talent, but he didn’t have a celebrity personality. he stayed away from interviews and side projects and award shows (as much as he could at least), but he found it hard to stay away from the after parties and the one night stands and drugs. god, the drugs were good. 

fast forward to 22 and he’s made his first handful of friends, and has officially been associated with the met cartel. which brings us to today, or a few months ago. when he was fired off the set of his most recent film and his largest project to date for drug related issues. it’s his first huge scandal, and his second wake up call. this time though, he’s got a management team to clean it up & they shove him into rehab in an attempt to clean up both his image and his act. 

as of today, he is 0 days clean, but that’s no ones business but his own. he was released from his rehab program three weeks ago, and has since been trying to get find his footing again to no avail. he doesn’t really know what else there is for him to do outside of partying and sleeping with anything that has a pulse, especially now that he isn’t working 70 hours a week. but he’s figuring it out. kind of. not really. but again, that’s no one’s business but his own. 

— part iii.

personality wise, he’s a bit of an asshole. but it’s all just surface, typical defensive behavior. he doesn’t know how to be close to people or how have real feelings in a place that isn’t a movie set. which is why the drugs are his choice of hobby. he doesn’t know he’s supposed to be when he’s sober or how he’s supposed to move throughout the world. 

but beneath all that, if you manage to get past the exterior, romeo is a sensitive being. real Sad Boy hours. he takes a lot of things to heart (though he’ll never admit it) and he’s terrified of being alone or abandoned, which gets complicated. he likes to spend most of his time with people to avoid being lonely, but he doesn’t like to get very close to them in order to avoid being abandoned. so, that causes issues. 

outside of acting he’s into music and art. he spent a lot of time working in live music bars and went through a big emo phase when was a teen so he’s really into rock / screamo / punk / etc. and working in a library he read a lot and has an interest in history, particularly art history, and poetry. very artsy, very into the idea of artistic expression as a therapeutic practice mostly bc that’s what acting is for him. it’s the only way he can allow himself to feel entirely and unapologetically, which is why he’s so damn good at it. 

and uhhh this is sooo long so i’ll stop here but alsjkdfh yeah give me all the plots okay like co-stars, EXES, hook ups, bad influences!!, good influences, flirtationships, enemies, all of it. i’ll probably make an in depth list soon buuut this is hm for now!!! if you read this whole thing you are the mvp mwah.

[accio-jungkookie]

shine on anyway - spider-man x reader (ch. 2)

A/N: Hi! Hopefully you guys liked the first chapter, and I really hope you like this one as well! Remember, it is a bit slower of a fic (you won’t see Spidey or Tony for a little bit yet) because I really want to build Y/N as a multi-dimensional character. I want her to be complex and understood and all that. So, I hope you enjoy! :D

Summary: A kid from Milwaukee has to grow up far more quickly than she should while facing threats that men half her age would never dare go near. So, when she has to uproot after losing everything, does she lose herself too? 

Word count: 2.6k (see? gradually increasing lol)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and depression, swearing, minor character death, blood and injuries, fighting, mentions of bullying, again I will add more if I think I missed any! :)

last - two - next

You sighed as you walked through the halls of school, heavily tempted to cover your ears and walk with your eyes closed. You felt like you woke up with a migraine, since all of your senses were going haywire. It felt like every scuffed shoe was squeaking directly into your ear, and every room with its lights on felt like a flashlight pointed directly into your eyes. Your stomach was killing you, and honestly you felt like hell on wheels, to quote a song from one of your favorite musicals.

You made your way to your locker, relying on Ky to make sure you survived the walk to your first class. She was truly a god send, if you are entirely honest. You would be dead without her right now.

This. Was. Bad. Honestly, your immune system was shot to shit but in all honesty, you have never gotten this sick so quickly before. So, by the time lunch rolled around, you had holed yourself up in a study room in the library, keeping all the lights off as you let yourself fall asleep. With permission from all of your teachers, of course. They knew your home situation was not the best, and that you had no choice but to go to school when you’re sick, so your teachers had all allowed you to skip, so long as your homework got turned in on time (which it always did).

You got a frantic few calls from Ky at around 4:00 when she couldn’t spot you in the library.

“Where the hell are you, (Y/N)?” She asked worriedly. You groaned as you sat up before you peaked outside of your door. You spotted your friend however and hung up before calling her name, gesturing for her to enter your small, cozy room. She turned and spotted you peeking out of the doorway before sighing in relief, putting her phone away and heading towards the room. She walked in and closed the door gently before turning the lights on, causing you to groan and shove your hands over your eyes as you lay down again. She gave you a weird look before shutting the lights off again, wondering if you had a migraine or something similar.

“You ok?” She asked quietly, sitting on the floor next to where you were laying down. She put her hand on your back, rubbing up and down as she noted how hot your body was running. ‘Fever?’ She thought with a frown, reaching over to feel your forehead to confirm it.

“Hey, we should get you to your grandparents. You’re burning up.” Ky mumbled quietly, already starting to pack your items up as you protested.

“Noooo~” You whined weakly, trying to stop her from grabbing all of your things. “I don’t want to worry them, and I still have rehearsals tonight.” You justified, not even sitting up to look at your friend. Instead you just covered your eyes again, not willing to move.

“We’ll tell your director you aren’t feeling good, and we’ll tell your grandparents that rehearsal got cancelled then. You need to go home and take some medicine and rest.” Ky said with a frown, finally gathering all of your items in her hands before reaching down to help you up.

“Ok.” You relented with a frown, not wanting to disobey your friend. She is only trying to help, so you wouldn’t be the one to say no to her. Plus, small Asian gets big mad. You don’t want to feel the fallout of her yelling at you in Japanese when you have such a raging migraine. Again. Plus, her threats get very… creative.

“Alright, stand up then.” She mumbles, shouldering your bag and wrapping an arm around you with a frown. She pulled your weight as you stood, stumbling a bit as she steadied you.

“I’m calling my mom to get us, and then you’re going to sleep after you take some medicine, ok?” Ky stated as you both made your way back down to the entrance of the school. You heard Ky talking to her mom in Japanese, picking up on parts of the conversation (you had known her since you were both six, there was no way you wouldn’t pick up on some parts of the language) before she hung up and spoke to you again.

“Mom will be here in 15, so sit down until she is.” Ky said as she lowered you to the floor, where you curled up a bit into yourself, suddenly getting a lot colder. You shouldn’t be this cold, you think. It’s April, so at most a shiver if it’s raining, but you’re shivering like it’s the dead of December. The feel of the cold tile below you did nothing to help your situation. 

As promised, 15 minutes later Mrs. Tanaka was pulling up in front of the school, and Kyomi was practically carrying all of your weight to the car. She dumped you into the back seat then climbed into the front. She frowned at you as you struggled to buckle yourself in before greeting her mom.

“Hi, Mama.” Kyomi said before looking back at you. “Y/N is really sick; can we take her home quickly?” She asked, and her mom nodded yes.

“Of course.” Mrs. Tanaka answered in Japanese, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. “Anything for our Buggie.” She said with a smile, making sure you were buckled, as well as Ky, before starting to drive you home. You zoned out after a while, just listening to Ky and her mom talk quietly in the front seat as the car kept on. It started to feel weird the longer the drive took, and you could recognize that you were getting motion sick. You sat up and looked out the front window intently, willing the feeling away. You recognized that there were only a few more blocks until you were home, so you just clamped your jaw shut hard and sat through the feeling. Eventually, you were home and being escorted to your room by Ky, mumbling that rehearsals were cancelled, no you weren’t hungry, and no you weren’t sick just tired, to get your grandparents off of your back. It worked, because within minutes you were huddled under your blankets, fast asleep before the clock even struck 5:00.

You woke up the next morning on Saturday to a text from Kyomi.

‘Hey, check out this video! People are calling him spider man I guess :)’ the text read, with a link sent immediately afterwards. You sat up and looked at the clock, seeing it was 8 a.m. and you groaned tiredly before you realized your head felt a million times better. You smiled, thinking it must’ve just been a nasty bug that you had, before you clicked the link. You watched the kid swing on what appeared to be webs in a pair of bright red sweats.

“Very on brand.” You mumbled, watching him climb up a wall, your eyes focusing hard on the small screen as you tried to reason out how that was possible. Almost, if not every rule of physics was ignored in the video. Logically, humans cannot climb walls, duh. Maybe he had some kind of special adhesive on his gloves or something. And surely, he isn’t… making the webs himself? Like, they can’t be coming out of his body. You watched closer and noted that, at least the webs weren’t coming from his wrist but a contraption on his wrist. You sighed and texted Kyomi back.

‘So, is he a new avenger or something? Bc I know we don’t need any more of them trying to play dress up’ you sent with a sigh. Sure, they weren’t the worst thing to happen to the planet, but after the attacks that happened in New York, what happened to your mother… You couldn’t stand them. You got out of bed and stretched, heading upstairs to get breakfast. You spotted the note on the counter that your grandparents would be gone for the day, heading north to Door County for some early season farmers market or something. You sighed and went to set down the paper before you realized it was stuck to your hand.

“What the fuck-!” You yelled, getting the attention of your dogs as they ran up to you, staring at you and waiting for a treat or something, hell if you knew. The paper wouldn’t get off of your hand and you were freaking the hell out. You went to set down your phone to peel the paper off when you realized that the phone was now also stuck to your hand.

“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod-“ you chanted as you freaked out, trying to get the items out of your hands. This would be the one and only time you would honestly be okay with throwing your phone across a room if it meant it would get off. You felt the phone buzz in your hand, meaning that Ky had texted back, and you looked at the screen, not really seeing her message in your state of panic. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves a bit. You opened your eyes and slowly opened your hand, letting your phone drop onto the table before you peeled the paper off of your hand, finding it awfully weird how it pulled your skin a bit. You threw the paper onto the table and went to the sink, scrubbing your hands to make sure that some superglue hadn’t magically appeared there. You dried them gently on your pants then walked over to your phone to read Ky’s message.

‘ig he isn’t an avenger, but I bet that tony stark has his eyes on him” she had texted back, causing your eyes to roll. You sent back a quick ‘sure, ok lol. bc Tony stark is just keeping his eye out for the next freak show’ before locking the screen. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, your dogs getting bored of you and moving somewhere else in the house to play. You sighed and decided to try the whole “sticky thing” again, since you knew your hands were thoroughly clean. Therefore, logically, nothing should blatantly ignore physics. You closed your eyes for a moment before tensing the muscles in your hand, then peeling your eyes open. You opened your hand flat, and then flipped it upside down quickly. Your eyes nearly popped your head as you watched the phone defy gravity, sticking to your open palm.

“What the fuuuuuuck-“ You whispered, turning your hand around to look at the phone from every angle. You relaxed again, seeing as it worked last time to get rid of the stickiness (?) and watched it fall into your lap.

“I think… I think I’m losing my mind.” You mumbled with your eyes still wide. You didn’t even know what to think, nearly shitting you pants at what you saw yourself do. You weren’t even 15 yet! How the hell are you supposed to know what to do! You let yourself panic for another moment before you took a breath, trying to force yourself to calm down. You had a crazy idea, but hell if you weren’t going to try it.

“Ok, Spider-Man. Let’s see if I’m, uh, you.” You mumbled with a sour face as you walked over to the only wall in the living room without decorations covering it. You double checked around you that the curtains were closed before turning back to the wall with a nod. You took another deep breath and put your hands on the wall above your head, tensing your fingers and pulling slightly, putting your feet on the wall below you slowly. Your eyes widened as you realized, holy shit, I’m on the wall.

“I’m on the wall.” You mumbled, slowly removing one hand and moving it up, then your foot, and then continuing until you had made it to the top of the wall, eyes wide as you breather heavily.

“I- what the- what.” You said, mind blank as you looked at the floor, a good foot and a half below you. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling that is now so much closer to your nose. You nodded and decided, yeah, okay, on the ceiling I go. You moved your body and slowly started to crawl again, eyes wide as you slowly moved and slowly, ended up on the ceiling.

“This… goes against physics so hard.” You mumbled, slowly moving around until you decided, hey, maybe I shouldn’t be on the ceiling. You almost hyper-fixated on the physics, about any possible, logical explanation as you slowly climbed down again and promptly freaked out. You weren’t sure what to do, or who to tell, if anyone. You ran down to your room and sat down in front of your laptop before you googled Spider-Man, trying to figure out what he could do to test it for yourself. There was no way, right?

You knew the webs weren’t from his body, but you noticed he had amazing balance and strength, almost too much for a human. Hell, he had stopped a bus dead in its tracks with just his hands. So you nodded, standing up again and looking around your room. You had no clue what was heavy enough for you to test, before you spotted your packed bookcase.

You walked over to it and pulled it away from the wall, eyes widening already at how easy that was. You nodded before squatting down, mumbling small encouragements to yourself, before you got your fingers underneath it and just… Stood. You stood up with this bookcase in your arms like it weighed no more than a few books. You nodded to yourself again, still horribly confused as you returned the case to its designated spot, eyes wide.

“Okay what the fuck.” You practically laughed before your face dropped. You thought quickly before sitting at your desk again, pulling up Google and the picture of the spider from the auditorium that bit you.

“There has to be a reason that he’s called Spider-man of all things, right?” You mumble to yourself, trying to find out what kind of spider had bit you. Since it even had the ability to bite you, that ruled out hundreds of kinds right away, and of the handful left, none of them had the same coloration at all of the spider that had bitten you. And even then, logically none of them had any way to alter the human body. Honestly, that is probably scared you the most.

“Okay, so let me think through this…” You mumbled to yourself, pulling out a pen and a notebook. You wrote down your own name and drew a line underneath it, writing underneath it what you knew you could do now so far. Super strength and sticky hands/wall climbing were the only things so far, but you were willing to bet there was more. Your brows wrinkled and you wrote down enhanced eyesight, heightened senses. It would make sense, since suddenly you didn’t need your glasses, and it felt like your senses had been dialed up to 11. You put your notebook down and tossed the pen on top before standing up, glancing at the clock on your desk and seeing it was almost noon. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, deciding to get ready for the day. You had to buy groceries today, and Nana would be very upset if you forgot.

So, you did just that. You got ready, went to the store, and picked up the few groceries that your house needed. Everything was totally fine and normal until you were walking home. You had your earbuds in, and you were crossing a street when you felt it. Every nerve in your body went haywire and you got immediate goosebumps. Your eyes widened, still staring at your feet, but you just knew you needed to jump. So, you did. Really fucking high, right over the car speeding towards your side. You landed on your feet, all of the bags in your hands still, and your eyes were blown wide.

‘What the fuck was that’ you screamed in your head, covering your face and rushing home. So, you could jump really high, and you could run fast (since you got home in half the time it usually would have if you had run it at top speed), and you had some random… feeling?

“Being a freak is fucking… freaky.” You laughed at yourself quietly as you got home and sorted out your groceries.

[machonachos]

Tf happened between y'all???

Around September of last year, a few months after I had started talking to Sara, Jin began getting weirdly possessive of her. There’s more to it on Sara’s end, but I’m just gonna talk about what I personally saw and felt during this whole ordeal. 

Before she had even moved here, she started hounding Sara about feeling “left out” and how she felt bad because Sara was spending more time with me. And that’s not a problem in and of itself. Sometimes when someone gets a new friend that you don’t know, you get a little insecure. I understand that. I reached out to her during that time, trying to be friends, trying to find any common ground so that we could talk too. Did it make a difference? Nope. Instead she started getting more and more demanding of Sara’s time. If Sara didn’t message her every day, multiple times a day, then Sara or I would receive a guilt-trippy message about how lonely she felt and how she had no one to talk to (which btw, was very untrue since she suddenly has all these friends coming out of the woodwork). It was incredibly stressful for us over here bc it seemed like no matter how much we tried to balance school/work/errands and talking to Jin, it was never enough for her. Even when we explained exactly what we were doing on the daily (ex: cleaning the garage, going the vet, exams and deadlines), she would still try and make us feel bad about not being able to message her. With Jin it’s always, “I understand, but–” And you wanna know what it always boiled down to? Her feelings being more important than ours.

We figured maybe it’d be better when she moved here because then it’d be easier to talk and we could actually go out and do things together. That was not the case. Up until now, she had been making vague posts about feeling sad and whatnot that we felt were related to the situation with us but we were ignoring them in favor of starting fresh. You wanna know what she did like the day after she got here? Another vague post. So obviously we knew she was writing about us. But it was early in the move, so an adjustment period is to be expected. She’d told Sara that she didn’t have a place to put her computer, so we wanted to do something nice for her and went halfies on a dresser/desk that we then hand-sanded and painted ourselves. Lotta money and weeks of effort went into making that gift for her. Did it make a difference? Nope. She was still complaining about us excluding her to other people.

We soon found out that it didn’t matter how hard we tried to make her feel welcome and included. I would try very hard to keep conversations going with the three of us but it was like pulling teeth. Jin always seemed disengaged and would give me very little to go off. Still, we tried. And yet, it was little more than a week after she had moved here when things got real bad. I remember the three of us were on the couch (she had this really bad habit of physically jamming herself between me and Sara whenever we were in the living room, would always end up partially sitting on my leg and forcing me to move away), just sitting and watching a vine compilation. No one was talking, Sara was working on a drawing and I was doing homework. And yet she still stormed off into her room because we weren’t talking to her like what??? We were busy! Like she could literally see with her own two eyes that we were busy but didn’t seem to matter, all that mattered was that we weren’t paying attention to her. She ended up sending me a message saying that she wanted to talk, so I went into the room and let her vent. I tried to comfort her, tried suggesting maybe we all do something with our characters together like an AU and that seemed to cheer her up. When we came out of the room to tell Sara, she was gone. After that, I didn’t see Sara for two entire days. She locked herself in her room for two whole days, because the whole atmosphere in the house with Jin was that bad. It’s not my place to talk about what Sara did in the time she was locked in her room, but understand this: when I say this situation caused people pain, I mean it. Y’all wanna know just how bad it was? Sara has mentioned to me that this whole thing with Jin was eerily similar to her relationship with her abusive mother. And you wanna know the real kicker? When confronted with this information, Jin literally admitted that she knew she was doing a lot of the same toxic things that Sara’s mom does!

This sort of emotional manipulation from Jin went on for months. Sara and I would try and talk to each other, only to have Jin sit there looking sad in an effort to make us feel bad. It got to the point that whenever she would come out of her room, Sara and I would just stop talking to each other altogether. And before anyone asks, “well why didn’t you tell her how you felt”, here’s the thing– WE DID. We had a series of house meeting where we would try to bring up all our concerns and issues but whenever we would tell Jin that something she was doing was hurting us, she would just blame it on depression (which Sara and I both struggle with and/or take medication for!) and then proceed to not change a single thing.

But because the wrongdoings here extend beyond just our personal relationship with her and are way too much for just one ask, I’m gonna summarize some of the many other things she did while she was here:

- Didn’t pay a single month of rent in the four months she lived here- Spent all her money on video games and con stuff in the first two weeks of living here so we ended up having to buy everything for her including groceries, meals when we went out, cat food, cat litter, etc.- Would use things like Sara’s makeup and my mugs without asking, take communal things into her room so we could never find them or use them- Continued to make “vague” posts that clearly alluded to living here with us and badmouth us to other people even while we tried to make her happy- Would pull Sara’s boyfriend aside just to complain about us while we were LITERALLY in the other room- Would constantly touch Sara and I even though we’d clearly stated that we didn’t like being touched- Only started looking for a job months after she had moved here and had been living for free and not contributing- Bailed on us during the con when she had promised that she was gonna help us run the booth- Since she only cared about characters, we tried to create a new story line that could include her but instead she just pulled Chris aside on Christmas to complain about us- Was never thankful for all the things we did for her, including: paying for housing and food, paying for her cat’s things, paying for her therapy, paying for bus rides and giving her rides to and from places, any gifts we got her, taking her to Disney Springs for something only she wanted to do. God, she didn’t even really look happy when Sara made those Sinner and Lucy body pillows. There was just no pleasing her. Nothing we did was ever good enough.

[faefictions]

Movie Nights

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve and y/n realize their feelings for each other after 12 years

Warnings: cussing, jealously 

Word Count: 3,283

Steve and y/n met in kindergarten. Right from the start, there was no question that they were meant to be in each others lives. They clicked instantly and since that first day, they were inseparable. They were best friends through their entire elementary and middle school years. 

When they got to high school, things started to get weird between the two. They each weren’t sure what the problem was between them, but they knew that they started to drift. They would fight occasionally and they would go weeks without talking. 

It got to the worst points when either of them would get into a relationship. They would ignore the other person, which pissed them off and it would always cause a fight. But they still loved each other, and when a relationship would end, or a stressful situation would occur, they were always there for each other. No situation could really part them. Or so they hoped. 

During their senior year, a new guy came into town. He had an interest in nearly every girl in the school, but he really liked to single out y/n. He would tease her anytime he saw her, and God did it drive Steve insane. Anytime he saw him, he would tense up. The boy’s name was Billy, and y/n hated him almost as much as Steve did. She would deny any advance that came her way, swerving in any direction she could to avoid any interaction with him. She could never imagine having an interest in him. 

Steve had been dating Nancy Wheeler, a girl that y/n hated herself for liking. Nancy was perfect. She was a straight A student and damn was she beautiful. She wasn’t surprised that Steve loved her as much as he did. But Nancy broke Steve’s heart by running away with Jonathan Beyers, a plot twist that no one at Hawkins saw coming. 

During the period of time directly after their breakup, Steve paid more attention to his best friend, and she loved it. They hadn’t both been single at the same time for as long as she could remember. That meant that they hadn’t spent that much time together since middle school, and it made them both incredibly happy. They would have movie nights almost every night, taking turns sneaking into the others house each night. They ate lunch together and walked each other from class to class. They even started to study together every day, which was more beneficial to Steve. His grades were suffering, and although y/n was not as smart as Nancy had been, she got good grades and was very helpful in getting Steve to focus. They were both so happy with the situation they were in. But it wasn’t permanent and they both sensed that. Y/n realized one night, as Steve was crawling out of her window, that she didn’t want him to go. She didn’t want to let him out into the world bc if he wasn’t by her side, he might be by another girl’s side. And the feeling that that gave her was what made her realize, she had a crush on her best friend. 

It had been over 12 years since they had met, and she was just now realizing why she got so upset when he got into relationships. She was just now seeing why she would blush when he would pretend to be her boyfriend and hold her hand when obvious douchebags would hit on her in public. She had always known that she loved him, but it had taken her 12 years to see that she loved him as more than a friend. And that terrified her, because she knew he could never love her back. 

Little did she know that a week earlier, Steve had the same revelation. They were sitting on his couch, watching a movie that they had seen many times before. Y/n was growing bored and laid her head back against the couch. She ended up dozing off, and her head slowly fell to rest on Steve’s shoulder. In her sleep, she shifted closer to him and brushed her hand over his arm. He looked down at her and smiled, knowing instantly that he was fucked. He couldn’t help but stare at her. He had been heartbroken about Nancy for a couple weeks, he felt like he couldn’t find anyone that would top her. He had truly loved her and that was hard to get over, but in that moment, all of his fear and grief went away. He watched y/n instead of the movie, eventually falling asleep himself, resting his head on top of hers. 

They both decided, unbeknownst to the other, that they weren’t going to get in a relationship any time soon. They were enjoying their time together, and they were falling deeper for the other person. But neither of them had confidence that the other would stay away from dating while they waited. Neither of them wanted to risk their friendship over a relationship though. So they kept quiet about their crushes on each other. 

One day, a week or so after y/n realized that she had a crush on Steve, Billy approached her. “How’s it going sweet cheeks?” he asked in a tone that did nothing but piss her off. “Strange, it seems like you’re talking to me, but I don’t respond to ass-hole nicknames, so you obviously aren’t addressing me,” she replied, switching some books between her locker and backpack, not looking away from her task. “Look, I know we aren’t exactly friends or anything, and I am fully aware you don’t like me, but I need to ask you something,” Billy replied, changing the tone of the conversation entirely. She closed her locker and returned his gaze with a blank expression, waiting for him to continue. 

“I’m failing English right now, and I talked to Mrs. B and she said that if I got you to tutor me she thinks my grades would go up, and I am not going to fail and spend another summer in this shit hole, so could you help me out?” 

She stood there considering her options. She really hated him, more than she ever thought was humanly possible, but she also knew how it was to struggle in a class so close to the end of the semester. It came with a desperate feeling and if she could help some one get out of that situation, she would do her best. 

“Fine, but if you make any kind of move on me while I’m helping you, I’m out. And I will tell Mrs. B that you asked me to write all of your papers, which won’t end too pretty for you. So I recommend playing nice, Hargrove.”

He smiled and pushed his tongue against his bottom lip, standing there in amusement and annoyance. No one stood up to him without a fight, but he needed this.

“Deal. I’ll meet you in the library after school?” 

“Deal.”

Steve had been watching the whole interaction from down the hall. He moved towards them slowly, and approached y/n as Billy walked away, giving him a glare as he passed.

“What was that all about? Was he giving you any trouble?”

“No, it was nothing you need to worry about Steve. I gotta get to class, I’ll see you later.” 

He gave her a suspicious look as she walked away. She usually loved to complain about her interactions with Billy. She could go on for hours about a mere 3 second interaction, and she often did. Steve felt weird about her acting strange, but he brushed it off and went to his class. 

After school that day, Steve went to meet y/n at his car, but was met with a note on his windshield instead. 

“Hey, sorry I forgot to tell you earlier, but I have plans after school today, so leave without me. I’ll see you at your place tonight. -y/n”

Steve was suspicious yet again, and this time he was pretty upset too. She never blew him off like that unless she was in a relationship. As far as he knew she wasn’t, but he was worried that they would stop hanging out together again. 

Billy drove y/n home after their study session. He had been on his best behavior and didn’t hit on her once during the 3 hours they spent at the library. In one session, they had gotten almost half of his missing work done. She was no genius, but y/n sure knew a lot about English. They agreed to meet in the same place the next day as well, hoping to get just as much work done. 

Y/n went over to Steve’s house that night, although she was exhausted. She wanted more than anything to spend time with him, so she ignored her yawns and droopy eyes. Luckily they lived down the street from each other so walking there didn’t take much effort. When she got there, she sensed that something was off with Steve right away. He seemed disinterested in her as they watched their movie. He usually made sarcastic comments to her throughout movies, but he said nothing to her. He really only acted like that around her when he was upset or he had something else to worry about, like a girlfriend. She did the same thing that he had done that day though, she brushed it off. 

They watched the movie in silence and she went home directly after. They usually talked for a while after, but neither of them were in the mood to do that. 

The next day, Steve grew more upset with y/n. Billy had approached her yet again in the hall, and left before Steve could get over to them. She was secretive about it again as well. She didn’t want Steve to know that she was hanging around him. She knew how much he hated Billy and she knew that he would throw a fit if she was helping him. She thought that she was helping the situation, but she was making it worse. Steve assumed the worst. She had ditched him the day before and she was being sneaky with Billy. He thought that Billy was her new boyfriend. If he had said that out loud to her, she would have laughed in his face. There was no way in hell that they would be together, but Steve was jealous and it really went to his head. 

Y/n waited for Steve at their usual table at lunch, wanting so badly to talk to him. He had seemed off since the night before and she just wanted to make sure that things were ok between the two of them. After 15 minutes passed, she had finished her lunch and she knew that Steve wasn’t coming. She was really annoyed with her friend. He only blew her off when he was more interested in something else. So she went looking for him.

Sure enough, y/n found Steve across the school yard talking to a girl named Amy. Fire rose in y/n’s stomach and she marched off towards her next class. 

After school that day, with y/n’s help, Billy finished the rest of his make up work. He thanked her and drove her home again. She was pleased knowing that she didn’t have to spend any more one on one time with him, but her mind was more focused on the image of Steve and Amy. They were sitting incredibly close, he was smirking at her, the smirk that y/n loved so much. Amy was laughing at something Steve had said, with her arm on his. 

She waited for him to come through her window that night. She wanted to talk to him so badly. She didn’t want to bring up Amy, she just wanted things to be normal between them again. She waited up as long as she could, but around 1 am she drifted off to sleep. 

When y/n woke up in the morning, she realized that Steve never made it to her house the night before, and that really pissed her off. He usually drove her to school, but she thought there was a chance he wouldn’t show up, and she wasn’t sure she really wanted him to. She decided to walk to school. 

When Steve showed up to her house, he knocked on the front door as always, but her mother opened the door and told him that she had already left. He walked back to his car dejected. He figured that her new boyfriend Billy had driven her. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry that he hadn’t shown up to her house the night before. His parents were chewing his ass about his bad grades for hours, and by the time he would usually head over to her house, he had passed out. 

Y/n arrived at school just 2 minutes after Steve pulled up. She found him waiting with his back against the locker next to hers. 

“Hey, I see you got your own ride to school today, would have been nice to know before I showed up to your house.”

“That’s interesting, I thought maybe you forgot where I lived. I waited until 1 am for you to show up last night, but you never did, I thought maybe you got lost,” she sarcastic and spitefully remarked before she angrily yanked her locker open. 

He scoffed at her anger. “So you’re gonna get angry before you can hear me out?”

“If your excuse has anything to do with your new girl Amy, I think I’m good. Just don’t blow me off next time.”

She slammed her locker and walked away from him as the bell rang. People rushed off to class as Steve walked after her, trying to catch her arm in his hand. 

“Hey,…. Y/n don’t walk away from me like that. What the hell do you mean my new girl?”

He knew damn well what she meant. He had no interest in Amy, but he had hoped that talking to her would get rid of the jealous rage he had over Billy and y/n. He didn’t know that y/n had seen him flirting with her though. 

“I have to get to class. I’ll see you around.”

“No, you’re not leaving like that. Why are you so pissed at me? I ditched you for lunch one time and accidentally missed a movie night, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit.”

They were now alone in the hallway. Y/n didn’t want to get caught skipping so she grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him through the door next to them so they could be outside. 

“You ditched me and I’m not supposed to be mad? I waited for you to show up all lunch yesterday and all night last night. I lost sleep over you, so I think I can be upset.”

“Well you ditched me too. You were off with your little boyfriend while I was supposed to drive you home the other day.”

“What the…. What do you mean my little boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend Steve.”

“I’ve seen you with Billy the last couple of days. You jump at any chance to shit talk him, but lately you’ve been having little secret conversations with him. I know he finally got to you, he always gets whatever slut he wants and now he has you too.”

Steve was speaking out of jealousy and anger, but she took it as her best friend calling her a slut. Her eyes filled with tears. “Fuck you,” she whispered as she turned to walk away from him. 

He hadn’t seen her cry in ages, and the sight made his heart drop. He felt terrible for making her cry. She was quickly fleeing from their conversation, but he chased after her. He caught her arm and turned her to face him as she tried to yank away. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, please, j-just let me apologize. I really, I didn’t mean to call you that. Just... he chases after every girl and he gets whatever he wants and I am sick of it. I thought you were the one thing that was safe from him, but I was wrong. I’m sorry, I was just angry.”

She looked up at him, slowly moving her arm from his grasp.

“Steve, you can be a real idiot sometimes. You know I hate him. Why in hell’s sake would you assume I was dating him?”

“I’ve seen you with him, and every time I ask you about it, you refuse to answer. I just thought…”

“You thought wrong. I was helping him study. He needed help getting his English grade up before he failed, so I thought I could put my hatred aside for a few days to help him. And while I was suffering through spending hours with him after school, my best friend was off being an asshole with Amy.”

“Why are you so angry about Amy?”

There was a pause in their yelling. Y/n’s heart stopped as she searched for some kind of excuse. When she couldn’t think of one, she walked away, mumbling “Forget it”. 

“No, I know you like Amy, she was your chem partner last year, so why are you suddenly so against her?”

“Because I fucking like you, ok?”

They both paused in their place, her back to him, not wanting to see his reaction. She began to walk away before he could respond again. She didn’t know how he would react to that knowledge and she was too afraid of the answer to that question. She heard him call her name a couple times as he chased after her, but she refused to turn around. She didn’t want to face the consequence of her outburst.

That was when she felt him grab her arm again. She still faced away from him, a tear running down her face. She was terrified that that was it. 

He spun her around to see the tear slipping from her cheek to her chin. He wiped it away. 

“Do you really mean that?”

“I-I….. I don’t know. Just forget it, Steve.” 

She tried to turn again, but he kept his hand on her arm, staring at her as she looked at the ground. His other hand moved to her cheek and guided her head to look up at him. They made eye contact for a second before he leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to hers. She melted into him, her hands raising to tangle into his hair, refusing to pull away. This was definitely not the response she expected.

He slowly pulled away, still looking at her. He brought his other hand to her back, pulling her into a hug. Her head was resting next to his neck as he turned his head, bringing his mouth to her ear. 

“I guess now would be the best time to tell you I like you too,” he whispered to her. 

She pulled way to look at him. “What about Amy?”

“I was jealous about you and Billy. I was just acting out. I mean why would I be with anyone else if I could have you?”

She smiled widely at that, blushing like crazy, which made him smile even bigger. 

He pulled her into another kiss, pulling away to look into her eyes yet again. “I’m sorry I’m a dick. Will you please be mine?”

She smiled at him in a reluctant fashion. 

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

“If you ever miss another movie night, you’re out.”

“Done.”

[espships]

Kpop Ship for dododeo

Hello once again everyone, I was planning on packing for a trip I have coming up, but ya girl doesn’t feel good, so hopefully typing this ship can help me feel better (: I have a ship for @dododeo today, and I’m excited to be shipping you today! 

Based off of your request, I have taken these traits about you to help me ship you: 

You’re 5′2, short dark brown hair and eyes, and have fair skin

You have an INFJ personality which means: you’re thoughtful and reserved

You’re an honest person and hate to lie

You’re considerate of others and understand people so well but has trouble understanding yourself 

I’m pretty smart and good at studying 

You’re a bit clumsy sometimes

You have interests in strange and mysterious things

You hate showing emotions, although you can be an emotional person 

Can get depressed easily and can tend to get depressed a lot 

You also can be childish and playful 

You can be sorta talkative or a LOT of talkative 

You’re kind, helpful, smart, strong, polite, and mysterious ooo I love that

Afraid of bugs same

Loves traveling, rain, winter, nature, and math 

And you also enjoy singing, anime’s, and learning languages 

And in your request, you have asked me to ship you with Monsta X, NCT, and Seventeen! I am excited to ship you so I will shut my talking, and get to shippin (: 

Monsta X: Hyungwon

As I was reading your request, I noticed that you and Hyungwon sound similar to one another, and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea and here we are now! You both sound like normally quiet people, but you have that quirky side that really packs a punch to the people around you, as well as yourselves. Starting with my first reason why I ship y’all, how you two would share emotions and feelings. I feel like you and Hyungwon would be pretty open with each other and it wouldn't take long to notice a difference between your moods. Hyungwon can be very observant sometimes, and I can see that he would be able to pick up on when you wouldn’t be your normal self, and he would speak up before he noticed that things would become worse. With some negotiating and understanding, Hyungwon would be able to slither he way into your emotions and deep feelings. He would let you know that you can completely trust him with any information or topic that is sensitive to you, and he’ll always, always, always be there for you if you need a pick me up or some advice. He’d 110% be that broad ass shoulder for you try on if you need it, and he’ll snuggle you as well to also help with making you feel better! And of course you’d be haven for Hyungwon and his stressful life. Of course he would open up to you, tell you his everyday struggles, and he can always rely on you to be completely honest with him and you’ll always be there to give him some advice if he’s need it. Moving on from emotions, one thing I could see coming from the both of you, is you two getting hyper. There are days when you’d get big bursts of energy, which would give you motivation, and that motivation can lead to cleaning the dorm if it needs it, goofing off in the dorm, or even going out to go on a date- which that would always be an exciting and eventful adventure. And when you’re feeling adventurous and wild when you go out, you’ll try something completely new together, and you will always have an amazing time, there is no doubt in my mind. And because rainy days are one of your favs, I gotta add some cute stuff about rainy days. On the rainy days, you'll spend the day together inside either in his room or on the couch, snuggled underneath a blanket and you’ll binge watch a TV show about life’s mysterious such as unsolved murders, or ghosts, or even about aliens if you search enough. And with some take out, or some food cooked by one of the members, it would be the cherry on top for a perfect day. And again, because you said you are terrified of bugs, Hyungwon would become your certified bug killer. Sometimes he’ll get a little too scared to kill a bug if it’s too big, but he’ll always have your back when it comes to bug killing. And last but not least, PDA. Very soft, sweater paw hand holding. Forehead kisses, and as a bonus, your legs being drooped over his thighs while you’re watching TV on those rainy days. 

NCT: Yuta

With this next ship, I can see you and Yuta being a little more hyper and exuberant than if you were with Hyungwon. Yuta can be a bit childish sometimes, and I feel like his childish and hyper antics would bring out yours and you’d both be giggly chatter boxes all the time. And just as a little detail point, the fact that Yuta lives with eighteen other wild and insane boys, the energy would always be up. And of course, there are times where you two can just chill out, and enjoy your time together. And sometimes if you two are laying in bed conversating, some emotional topics can show up, and then sometimes things can get the slightest bit fussy. I feel like with Yuta, working your emotions and getting you to open up to him would be a little more difficult than it would be if you’d be with Hyungwon. You and Yuta would be very open and honest with each other, but you two would be a bit more blunt with each other, and sometimes being extremely blunt can cause a little conflict. You two would never have really bad conflicts where you’d go the whole day without talking each other, in fact, you two would be saying sorry and hugging a minute after everything was said and done. It would be a learning process, and with patience and understanding, you two would be able to work things out and peace would be restored, and you would open up to Yuta. Yuta would be very gentle with you as always, and although he can be brutally honest, he’ll always make sure that you get taken care of, because your happiness and mental health would be at the top priorities of his list. Moving on, I would like to touch on your intelligence a bit. Yuta would find your intelligence very attractive, and he would love to see what you would be studying at the time. For example, if you were trying out something new in math, he would want to get immersed, and he’d ask you to show him the process on how to find the answer, and depending on how difficult the problem would be, he’d want to try out a couple. Also, if you asked Yuta to teach you some Japanese, he would be more than happy to teach you. He’d get very excited, so excited sometimes he’d mess up the instructions. He’d also admire the fact you would take extra time out of your day to practice with the different pronunciations and you’d study and try to improve the little rough patches you would have before your next lesson. The Japanese lessons would be a really cute bonding time for you two as well! Moving on once more, cute dates during the winter and traveling to other towns to look at the scenery or to find a new hang out spot. Then once the sun sets, getting dressed up and going to a candle lit dinner, planned by the sweet heart Yuta himself. Then other times you two would snuggle on the couch and watch anime, or going out to take cute mini photoshoots in the snow, or even having snowball fights. Sometimes you would win, and sometimes he would win, and it would be cute if you two would keep count and have little bragging rights, it sounds really cute to me. And then PDA would be a little more toned down to hand holding, and just overall staying close to one another, whether you’re physically touching or not- simple, sweet, and effective.

Seventeen:  Wonwoo

And onto our last ship *little tear down my face* is our little lowkey emo bc he’s grown oml cutie, Wonwoo. When I was thinking about shipping you with a member, the more I thought about your and Wonwoo appearances, I really liked the idea, and that’s how this all started. The height and coordinating hair and eye colors sounds like a pretty good match in my opinion, and as I explain, I will tell you why I ship you with Wonwoo life/personality wise as well! And I will mention that your personalities blend together nicely as well. You two can tend to stick to yourselves more, and simply having quiet time together can allow you to really enjoy each others company more. But similar with Yuta, with twelve other members, you are going to get hyped up by someone at some point in time. I can see a cute thing for you two to do often would be going to a nearby park on fall and spring nights, and snuggling up under the stars and just talking about life. The good, the bad, the ugly, the weird, the cute, anything and everything about your lives you can think of in the conversation can come up, and it can easily be a great way to spend a night, and then you come back home and sleep snuggled up together. Just by what I’ve observed from Wonwoo over the years, he tends to keep to himself more, and he would take his time easing open to you, just as you would do with him. Neither of you would be quick to open up to each other, and you wouldn't poke or prod at each other either. Although, if Wonwoo would see a difference in your behavior and you'd be a bit more down that usual, Wonwoo would take the appropriate action to get you to open up to him about what would be bothering you, and he’d be right there for you to let you vent. You two would honestly take baby steps opening up to each other, and after you’d finally open up to one another, the bond and trust you two would make would be there forever, no matter what. Moving on, I can see you wanting to take interest in taking care of Wonwoo’s fellow members. You’d spend a lot of time at the dorm, and since the boys can get really stressed out easy, it would always be amazing to have that extra voice to allow the boys to vent and a way for them to let out their frustrations. You’d quickly be able to make close relationships with the members since there would always be something to talk about, and the closer you would become with members, the more you would be like a family member to the boys. From Wonwoo’s side, he’d see the difference in his fellow members, and everyone would generally be more happy, and Wonwoo would be so appreciative that’d you take the time of day to help out, basically his family and he’d find it very warming and loving the fact you’re close to his family. I can see Wonwoo being a lowkey cheesy boyfriend, so date nights would always be super traditional and super sweet. Romantic dinner dates, sweeter than candy compliments, the kiss on the cheek at the end of the date, the whole nine yards dude. And of course PDA. PDA with Wonwoo would be similar to Yuta’s, simple but effective. The really cute affection would be behind closed doors when you’d be at the dorm. Both of you being big spoons when cuddling, fingers through hair and SNUGGLESSSS. 

And holy crap, just like that, your ship is complete! I am really proud of this ship!! I have trouble concentrating sometimes when I’m making ships, but I found a playlist on Spotify and I listened to it as I worked, and I feel like my ship turned out so much better, I’m in love. I hope you enjoyed this ship, and please let me know if I guessed your bias(es). Thank you so much for requesting beautiful! <3

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Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 3/∞

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    **Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

Word count:  22,387 (13/13)

Summary:  When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they’re not ready at all for what actually happens.

Comments:  The almost stream-of-consciousness writing of Keith’s parts are really gut-wrenching because it’s as if you are experiencing it with him. (Warning for panic attacks- if you are triggered at all by that sort of thing you may want to sit this one out, it gets pretty graphic). A couple good song pairings for this fic to set the tone are Broken Crown and World Gone Mad.

    **Synergy by Kokochan & Spanch

Word count:  74,064 (10/10) 

Summary:  The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?”

Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.”

Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place.

Comments: OH. MY. GOSH. OK. SO. This bad boy is Part 1 of 3, so far, with a total series word count of 241,404 at the moment. This beautiful titan of a series is named Of The Pack, and it updates with great speed, considering it has two top tier authors working on it. The several OCs in this story are so lifelike and realistic and fit so well into the universe that I forget that they aren’t actually canon and I kind of miss them when I’m reading other Voltron fics. My favorite part is the world-building it does. Everything about this fic is so dynamic and multi-dimensional, from it’s characters to the epic plot - this is the exact opposite of lazy writing. I am so here for badass Pidge, and the matriarchal Galra culture and the dragons. I👏LOVE👏THIS👏FIC👏

Also there’s magic! (with a scientific explanation, of course)

A cool song that I think goes nice with this fic is Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw.

  The Kids Are Alright by pugglemuggle

Word count:  10,430 (3/3)

Summary:   Three Garrison Cadets Missing After Freak Satellite Crash

By Mara Garrett, News Editor | The Guardian | Monday, June 13, 2103 7:40 A.M. ET

Two seventeen-year-olds and a fifteen-year-old went missing Friday night after a rogue satellite crashed into the desert a few miles away from the Galaxy Garrison Training Facility, reports say. Garrison officials were quick to cordon off the area, claiming many of the remaining satellite fragments were dangerous and unstable. Government search parties have been sent out into the surrounding desert areas. Details are forthcoming.

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Her brother is missing. Lance’s sister isn’t about to sit quietly while the Garrison keeps lying to the press. No—she’s going to get to the bottom of this.

(Or: The paladins’ families team up to find their kids and overthrow the corrupt Garrison regime. Told through news articles, prose, the internet, and art.)

Comments:  The format of this is very intriguing and fresh. We get to see scenes of our favorite paladins through the eyes of their friends and families, from before they disappeared and the aftermath. The open ending is still satisfying and leaves you with a sense of determination and hope for these characters that you just couldn’t help but get attached to. If you’re big on government conspiracies then this is the fic for you!

  **Patty Cake by Froldgapp

Word count:  7,829 (6/6)

Summary:  Quiet, aloof, and alone, Keith is distant from the rest of the team. Hunk begins to suspect why, and it’s only when the red paladin pushes himself too far, the Voltron gang realise he’s just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

Comments:  Aaaaahhh this fic. Something about this one has me coming back to reread it all the time even though I always cry. It is just so angsty but in a more poignant, sharp, breathless kind of way. Some of the things the characters say send painful stinging jolts into your chest and you can feel your heart cracking and then you get angry because how dare (I mean ch4 tho holy sh*t). I just want to hug Keith so much ugh. Hunk’s protectiveness of Keith gives me the strength to finish this masterpiece every time. Also, this can kind of be Sheith if you squint (or not, if you don’t).

  The Message by Shipstiel

Word count:  132,787 (45/45)

Summary:  (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

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Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

Comments:  Slowburn Klance Wrong Number AU. These two are so cute I just can’t. This is the perfect story if you are looking for something effortless and relaxing to read. Even though this contains some softcore Langst, it is still a very cute and heartwarming story about two dorks slowly falling in love. It features Lance’s mother who I fell in love with here, and the kind of supportive nosy best friends that everyone wants in real life (i.e. Hunk, Pidge, and Allura).

  **The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Word count:  66,700 (32/32)

Summary:  Does he not realize he’s dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating chose who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

Comments:  Modern Ghost AU with eventual Klance. This fic is the most suspenseful story I have ever read in my life. Idk if it’s just me, but I just have this feeling building up paragraph by paragraph of an impending… something. And it has my heart racing which is crazy because it isn’t even particularly fast-paced. There’s just a heaviness to the words that have the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. I literally have to take a breather from reading sometimes to calm down. 

A couple cool songs I think set the mood for this fic is Smother and Mirror.

  Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Word count:  26,966 (6/6)

Summary:  After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along. With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home. Wherever that may be, now.

Comments:  Klance. I love Stranded fics where they have to work together to survive and bond over that. So yeah this one has some whump obviously, bc you know, crash landings aren’t very fun. This one is angsty but its balanced out by the fluffiness in the end.

  Cuddle Puddle by nothingwrongwiththerain

Word count:  46,782 (6/6)

Summary:  Unexpectedly, Shiro’s hand landed on the top of his head. Apparently with Lance and Hunk taking up all the shoulder real estate, Shiro would settle for ruffling Keith’s hair.

Keith was fairly certain his soul was about to detach and abandon his shaking body on the couch. He was surrounded, in the complete and total sense of the word, by other people. Not once before, not in his whole life, had he dealt with a situation like this one.

Or, five times Keith found himself too close for comfort and one time he couldn't get close enough.

Comments:  Klance featuring ace!Keith. Don’t be fooled by the fluffy summary, this is a very angsty fic with lots of Keith whump. Basically, as stated by the author, this story is about ‘Keith struggling with physical contact and learning to accept people care about him’. I love touch-starved Keith stories, like this one. I love the scenes with Kidge bros, featuring a super supportive Pidge. 

  At the Beginning by Sakuraiai

Word count:  64,203 (12/12)

Summary:  Inspired by Anastasia

King Zarkon of the Galra empire lost his only way in to the Kingdom of Altea. In his anger, he put a curse on the royal family. The young, adopted half Galran prince Keith disappeared when the palace was overrun, never to be seen again -- or so it seemed. The only surviving princess, Allura, grieving for her child, offers a reward for Keith's safe return.

Con artists, Lance and his best friend, Hunk plan to pawn off a phony to the princess, hoping to reap the rewards. They hold auditions and choose an orphan man who has a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince -- all the way down to his fluffy Galran ears.

Comments:  Can anyone say Anastasia AU?! I waited with baited breath for each chapter to come out and I was not once disappointed. I love the integration of the different alien races in this timeless story, it all works out so well. Keith just wants to find his mommy and I just want to cry. Also Kidge bros are still my fav as always.

  out of orbit by rbillustration

Word count:  78,135 (19/19)

Summary:  Dragged apart by Haggar’s attack on the wormhole, the paladins and Alteans struggle to survive and find one another again. Luck has placed them all within the same galaxy… but their fortune ends there. Lance is stranded with a badly-injured Shiro and his relief at finding their leader still accompanying him soon turns to terror. Keith may be the only who can rectify the situation - but the Galra have him in their grasp, and they don’t want to kill him. They want him as one of their own.

Comments:  ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. A brainwashed Galra!Keith plus a Possessed!Shiro. This is the perfect recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. If lots of blood bothers you proceed with caution. I love stranded fics.

A good song rec for this one is Darkside.

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Thicker Than Water (Part 7)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 2,556

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Chapter Seven

After waking up unhappily, Jeongin was sitting on the kitchen island munching on a bowl of American cereal. He wasn't sure what it was called, since the box had been thrown away, but it was ridiculously sugary and that is all he really cared about. He had an insufferable sweet tooth, and most Korean cereals didn't quite scratch the itch for him. Back in Busan he used to steal bags of Konpeitō from convenient stores when they were in season and eat them in his attic. The sugar crystals always made him happy. He hadn't had any of the Japanese candy in a long time, and now for some reason he almost ached for it.

The members of the clan sauntered out of their rooms one by one as the morning dragged on, saying small morning greetings to Jeongin as they passed. The young Busan boy returned them fondly. Felix came out late, making eyes contact with Jeongin momentarily in a friendly manner before remembering their argument and casting his honey-colored eyes away again. It made Felix’s heart tug with pain and Jeongin’s stomach twinge with betrayal. Chan was the last one to come out of the bed hallway (as usual) and was (also as usual) followed closely by Woojin, both looking disgruntled. Changbin laughed and Minho rolled his eyes at the situation.

Chan's presence was different from most mornings. It was one of dread and discomfort and the rest of the clan cleared out rapidly once they caught whiff of it. Woojin, Chan and Jeongin were the only ones who remained after a beat. Jeongin finished his cereal and placed the empty bowl in the sink before trotting over to Chan and looking slightly upwards at the older male with an expectant gaze.

“Woojin thinks… that maybe… it would be best… if I…” Chan struggled to get his sentence out, he looked very unhappy with the fact that he had to say these words. Jeongin scrunched his nose.

“Is that any way to say 'good morning’, hyung?” Jeongin spoke condescendingly, going up on his tiptoes to make himself eye-level with Chan though he still tilted his head like he was looking up at the older male.

“He said, it would be good to… to… to

take you shopping and get you adjusted to clan life.” BC finally got the sentence out, and Jeongin smiled with surprise. Both at Chan's odd state of being flustered and at his kind request. Woojin looked proud of himself behind Chan, and wandered off back to his room. Jeongin stepped back from Chan a little and blushed faintly.

“Why thank you for the offer, Channie-hyung, that's very kind of you.~” Jeongin spoke to the floor before lifting his head and looking at Chan with big eyes. He wasn't intentionally trying to be cute, but Chan was struggling to stay emotionless in the odd situation. Jeongin couldn't tell. Chan coughed awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Don't take it for granted, kid. I'm not gonna spend a fortune on you.” BC said roughly, looking down at the ground once again. Jeongin smiled.

“I'll go get ready then! Make sure you get something to eat BC!” the bright maknae said cheerily as he walked back to his room, waving Chan off slightly. The older male sighed.

The younger reappeared after about 15 minutes of rifling through Felix’s clothes, the young boy emerged from the white-haired male’s room in an outfit a bit too dressy to just go shopping, but BC wasn’t complaining by any means. The black haired boy wore a very long sweater with a shredded up bottom that reached just above his knees. Its long sleeves covered up his hands and he struggled to keep them pushed up at his wrists. He had on ripped up black jeans and white patent leather doc martin boots to match his white patent leather choker. The young boy looked ridiculous, so stylish just to go to the store, but still Chan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jeongin.

When Felix, who was sitting on the couch, saw the younger, he spittled out his La Croix that he was sipping, them abruptly tried to cover it up with a couple fake coughs as he wiped his chin. The freckled boy thought he looked ravishing, in every sense of the words, so he quickly averted his eyes and let his blush crawl up his ears in uncomfortable silence.

Chan covered up his awe with an eye roll at the younger’s clothing choice, which made Jeongin smirk. “You’re not too bad yourself BC! Now lets gooooo…” Jeongin complimented and then whined, breaking his cool facade instantly. Chan breathed out heavily in an almost ashamed manner. Jeongin shuffled his feet awkwardly, making Chan tilt his head a little. The youngest member went back and forth between cute, cocky, annoying, and shy in the blink of an eye. I guess that’s the way teenagers are. Chan thought before waving to Woojin and grabbing a pair of keys from a hook by the main warehouse door.

“Lynx and Desert Fox are out!” Chan called as he opened the door to let the pair walk out. He heard a couple or remarks of understanding, so he closed the door behind him before locking it again. The opposite pair walked in painful silence to the garage, which admittedly, Jeongin didn’t know there was one, let alone where it was. Inside there were many expensive-looking vehicles, including multiple Ferraris (in varying shades of red, blue, and even purple), one midnight blue Mercedes G-wagon, and a matte black Audi S3. The keys in Chan’s hand made the headlights of the g-wagon light up when he unlocked it, and Jeongin was floored.

The people that he had fallen in with had enough money to buy all of these cars, and keep them in peak condition. He suspected that the g-wagon was Chan’s personal vehicle, considering it had many more miles on it than Jeongin thought it would, and the way Chan looked in the vehicle. He seemed to belong in it, like he thought it was made for him. Jeongin agreed.

The pair drove in relative silence for quite a ways before pulling into the parking garage of an Ikea. Chan intentionally parked far from the entrance as to not get his car damaged, and so the pair walked into the massive store together. They hadn’t talked much at all and it had been about half an hour since they left the house, so Jeongin was bored.

“Channie-hyung, can I get whatever I want?? I mean, since I have nothing, after all…” Jeongin pouted like a baby as they stopped on the escalator moving upwards. The young boy leaned in a little bit endearingly, causing Chan to lean back, keeping the same distance between their faces. Jeongin batted his eyes a couple times much like a child and Chan rolled his.

“You’ll be getting the bare minimum, Jeongin.” Chan spoke firmly, looking away from the handsome boy as they got off the escalator. Jeongin pouted momentarily but it didn’t last long, as he saw that he wasn’t getting Chan’s attention anymore. They strolled through the showroom, Jeongin pointing out his favorite items and Chan adding them to his growing list of furniture. They made small talk, but not much conversation was flowing. They reached the bedrooms part of the showroom and they sat on a soft loft bed together. Not much was said, but Chan had a feeling like they reached some sort of calm. They were both happy in eachothers company in the simplest way, and they didn’t need to speak. Jeongin smiled, which caused Chan to follow suit, seeing as he was looking at Jeongin out of the corner of his eye.

By the time they made it to the pickup area, Jeongin had an entire notebook page of items to pick up and Chan didn’t complain once. It was surprising to the younger, but he decided not to look his gift horse in the mouth. One black, quilted, queen size bed frame, one queen size mattress, one white nightstand, one white and black dresser, one very large black framed mirror, one night lamp, a couple packs of hangers, two minimalist pastel rugs, and many small trinkets to place around the room was all that was gathered at the end of the trip, and the two boys struggled to carry all of the furniture items out to the car. Then they struggled even more to maneuver them into the expensive vehicle without damaging it or themselves.

Once all was in the car, Chan sighed heavily, then turned to Jeongin.

“Where to now, fox? Do you want some clothes to fill up that 254,000 ₩ dresser?” Chan spoke kindly, almost like he was happy and excited to finally be giving the young boy a livelihood. Jeongin nodded enthusiastically at the proposal, and quickly buckled his seatbelt. Chan chuckled softly at him and Jeongin’s heart warmed at the sound. It wasn’t a harsh condescending chuckle, it was kind of endearing, and it made Jeongin feel like he was being praised, though he wasn’t. Making Chan feel any kind of emotion (and show that emotion) was Jeongin’s main goal, because the man seemed rather unhappy otherwise.

The pair arrived at a large shopping complex, with a couple of expensive name brands, as well as some more affordable shops like H&M and UniQlo. The pair of boys shopped around, finding Jeongin all sorts of clothing, from socks with cacti on them to jeans that were more hole than denim. He also ended up with a rather expensive leather bomber jacket from Gucci, as well as a pair of iconic slides for Jeongin to wear around the warehouse. He finished the day with a whole new wardrobe to challenge Hyunjin’s, and a very tired Chan that was now nearly 9,000,000 ₩ lighter than he was at the beginning of the day. Jeongin was turning out to be  very expensive habit.

The two boys walked back into their home at about 8:00 that night, their hands filled with goodies for Jeongin, after taking multiple trips to truly gather everything they had bought that day. Minho and Hyunjin laughed, clearly the pair had some kind of inside joke regarding the two men who had just arrived home, but neither of the men in question cared enough to ask. Felix and Woojin helped them move everything into Jeongin’s room, and then the four of them got to work on building Jeongin’s furniture.

By 10:00 pm, Felix was gone, adn by 11:00, Woojin was gone too. Chan and Jeongin had finished making The dresser, nightstand, and were now working on the bed frame, which proved to be a nightmare. None of the pieces seemed to fit, but after 3 hours of work, the finally managed to get Jeongin’s whole room put together.

“Woah, Channie, it’s 2 am… We gotta go to bed.” Jeongin said, unintentionally dropping the honorifics due to his exhaustion, and Chan hardly noticed due to his. He nodded and yawned, rolling his neck from side to side to crack the stiff joints. Jeongin caught his yawn and covered his mouth, blinking lazily afterwords. All of Jeongin’s new clothes were in his dresser, his rugs were laid out on the floor, and his bed was completely made, with his large mattress being covered by a dark blue and white pinstriped sheet set, with a black comforter. The younger of the two plopped down on top of it and groaned.

“Hyung, this is so comfy. It so warm and nice, I’ll sleep like a baby on it compared to the floor.” Jeongin rambled lightly, but his comment made Chan’s tired heart twinge with guilt. He felt bad for making the young boy sleep on cement ground for weeks, without anything to help him. It was pretty harsh, considering it wasn’t a punishment, because Jeongin hadn’t done anything. Chan sat down on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that kid, it was pretty fucking rude of me. I’d never put one of my other guys through that, I think felix had a point a couple nights ago when he said I was too harsh…” Chan rambled off in an apologetic manner, really wanting Jeongin to heed his words, since he truly meant them. Jeongin sat up and nodded in understanding.

“I get it hyung. It’s the past, and besides, buying me all this amazing stuff makes up for it tenfold.” Jeongin spoke groggily, with a cute smile as he reached out and ruffled Chan’s already messy black hair. The older swatted his hand away playfully, much like how Jeongin often did towards the other, since their roles were always reversed in this particular situation. Chan smiled back.

Jeongin and Chan had changed into more comfortable clothes much earlier, wanting to make sure that if they did pass out before they finished, at least they would be comfortable. Jeongin was sporting a pair of black sweats and a loose white tee, while Chan offered a similar style with a tight black tee and gray sweatpants. Jeongin’s clothing choices engulfed his smaller frame, while Chan’s enunciated his stark bodily features.

Jeongin yawned once again and swayed a little where he was sitting. Chan chuckled, much like how he had earlier in the car, making Jeongin’s sleepy eyes sparkle with joy. Chan could see it, which made him even happier. He smiled softly at the boy next to him. Jeongin returned it forgivingly before leaning forward and plopping his forehead on BC’s strong shoulder. The older man stiffened at the sudden action, pausing for a beat before cautiously moving his hands to Jeongin’s back to hold him gently. The smaller boy had shifted closer to Chan and his crossed legs were a bit under Chan’s as his leader held him close. Jeongin smiled at the scene.

Chan eventually pushed the smaller boy lightly to move him, and then had him lay down in his new bed. Jeongin seemed both relieved and confused, until Chan laid down next to him and pulled the comforter close around their shoulders. Jeongin nodded, as if he understood the situation perfectly, and then wiggled closer to Chan before. The taller reached to the nightstand and flicked the lamp off, returning to the smaller boy that was laying very close to him. Their arms weren’t wrapped around each other, though Jeongin wished so in his mind. The younger’s arms were curled next to his head, and the older’s were laid under his head. They laid like that in the dark for a little while, before Jeongin broke the comfortable silence.

“Thank you for finding me Chan. I’d be gone without you.” He said before closing his eyes and letting his aching exhaustion take him over and send him off to sleep. Chan’s breath caught in his throat before regaining his composure nodding slightly and reaching with one hand to carefully play with a stray piece of Jeongin’s black hair. He knew it didn’t matter to a sleeping boy, but he felt like he had to be delicate when physically interacting with him, for some odd reason. He closed his eyes as well and whispered a hushed response back to the young member.

“Anything to keep you safe, Fox.”