but seriously how many people do you know who play baseball

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

Skin deep - Wolverine x Abused!Reader (NSFW)

Yes I would. Oh wait, I actually already did. WARNING, NSFW. It’s basically fluff and smut. If you’re uncomfortable with smut, DO NOT READ IT, I have many other SFW work instead ;-), if you don’t mind smut though, read away, and hope you’ll like it, like, hope I wrote things alright and all, BOOOOOM : 

Summary : Your body is littered with scars from years of abuse and torture…And you feel very self-conscious about it, highly insecure. Your boyfriend (and also savior), Logan, tries to convince you there’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

PART 1 

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It was always the same nightmare. 

You were back in the laboratories, and the people that killed your family were torturing you again. Logan’s lifeless body was pinned on the wall in front of you.

They’d done it again. They killed the one you loved the most…your only chance of salvation, of escape. The one that mended your broken body and soul back together. The one that saved you all those years ago, the one you fell deeply in love with…You wake up with a start and a scream, sweat running down your body. 

A hand laying softly on your bare thigh startles you, and you jump out of the bed, ready to fight…when you realize it’s Logan. 

He’s used to it by now, just like you were used to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare. You were both quite fucked up…He was used to it by now, and yet…

The look on his face is nothing but worries, and he doesn’t dare making another movement. He just stares at you, waiting for you to come back…if you want to. A lot of times, when you wake up from a nightmare, you just leave for a walk alone, to clear your mind…But not tonight. 

Tonight, you need to feel him, to be in his arms…protected, and to make sure he’s still there, alive, safe.

You slip back into bed, and his feature softens a bit, loosing just a small amount of worries. One of your arm snake around his waist, the other goes around his neck, your hand tangling itself in his thick black hair. His own arms wrap around your body, pulling you as close as he can, on of his legs fits itself under yours, while the other one spayed across your thigh…You’re trapped in his embrace, just like you love. 

Your head goes to rest where his heart beats, and you sigh, tickling him lightly as your breath moves his chest hair. 

-You’re here to stay, right Logan ? 

-I don’t intend on leaving you again sweetheart. 

-Promised ? 

-Promised. I couldn’t anyway. 

-…Why ? 

-Because I fucking love you and I can’t live without you, that’s why. 

-Cheesy. 

-That’s me. 

You chuckle, snuggling into him even more, and kiss his chest. 

-I love you. 

-I love you too (Y/N), now, sleep. 

You don’t have any dreams the rest of the night, and that’s how you like it. 

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I Love You - Montgomery x Reader One Shot

One of the main advantages of baseball games being played usually on Friday was possibility of throwing the party right after it – not matter if Liberty High’s team wins or loses. This time wasn’t different. Bryce wasn’t playing that game because of the injury, so party started before most of the baseball team even arrived at his home.

When Montgomery got there his girlfriend Y/N had been there already for over an hour and was after a few drinks.

“Hey, babe”, he came up to her, put his arm around her waist and leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Hey”, she smiled at him. “Mister Jack Daniels was keeping me a company while I was waiting for you”, Y/N pointed at red cup in her hand.

“AND THEEERE HE IS, THE MAN OF THE GAME”, before Monty could even answer, Bryce and other jock came up to them, put their arms around his shoulders and took him from Y/N.

“It’s okay, go”, she smiled when Monty looked at her with apologizing look in his eyes.

Y/N was used to it. Even though Bryce was the captain, Montgomery and Jeff were real stars of the team and after each game there was bunch of people who wanted to talk to both of them and congratulate them, so she was always standing in the back, waiting for Monty, which didn’t really bothered her. She didn’t like being in the spotlight, it was Monty’s thing.

Monty on the other hand didn’t really care about talking to all those people. He liked attention – sure, it has always been that way, but something has changed it him since he started dating Y/N. He much preferred spending time with her, whether on party or in his bedroom binge watching Netflix than talking to jocks and all cheerleaders who only wished to be in Y/N’s place.  

Time passed, he was just finishing his beer pong round when he, and many other people, heard hiccup. Very loud hiccup. He turned around to see it was coming from Y/N who was talking to Sheri.

“Do this last one for me, I got something to do”, he handed the ball to Zach and went towards Y/N.

“Come on, you could use some water, huh?”, he asked her and took red cup out of her hand. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Sheri”.

“It’s okay, Monty”, girl smiled and went to watch new beer pong round.

Y/N could barely even stood on her own feet, not even mentioning walking. Monty went with her to the living room, where he made her sit on the couch.

“I’ll be back in a second”, he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. “Here, drink it”, he opened it and made Y/N make a sip.

“There’s no alcohol in it”, she said clearly unimpressed.

“Cause you definitely don’t need more”, Monty laughed.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in his pocket – which was place where it always was during the parties.

“Shit”, he said as he saw who was calling. “Wait here”.

He quickly rushed to first empty room and picked up the phone.

“Hi, Mrs Y/L/N, it’s Montgomery”.

“Hi, Monty. Is there Y/N anywhere near you?”, Y/N’s mum asked.

“She’s in bathroom. With Sheri”, he lied quickly as Y/N definitely wasn’t in condition that allowed her to talk to her mum.

“And which of them had to get to the bathroom?”.

“Sheri. Some guy drama and all that stuff”.

“I see”, Y/N’s mum laughed. “Listen, I just wanted to ask if Y/N is staying at your place after party or is coming home. She left her keys, so I don’t know if I should keep the doors opened for  night”.

“She can stay at my place. I mean… It’s safer. And you don’t have to sleep with door unlocked”, Monty said.

“Yeah, right”, she chuckled. “Okay, have fun kids, just please, don’t make little Montys, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Y/L/N”, Monty smiled.

As much as he was a little afraid of Y/N’s dad, he felt like her mum really liked him and he was really hoping that she was able to realize even a little bit of how important her daughter was for him.

He ended the call and left the room. Y/N was sitting on the couch, red cup was back in her hand.

“Baaabeee”, he moaned as he kneeled in front of her. “You really had enough”, he took a cup from her.

“Babe?”, she looked at him confused. “What else do you think you can call me?”

“Honestly, I can call you whatever I want”, he left quick kiss on her lips.

“Oooo, boy, you’re in trouble”, she slowly shook her head.

“Why?”, now he was confused.

“If my boyfriend see this, he’ll kick your ass”, she whispered into his ear.

Monty bit his lip trying not to laugh.

God, she’s so wasted, he thought.

“So I probably shouldn’t do that?”, he asked putting some hair from her face behind her ear.

“Dude, seriously”, she said with serious face. “Don’t even try your pick up lines or anything, because one - Monty will kick your ass, two - I love him so much, that…”

“You love him?”, Monty interrupted her.

They’ve been a couple for some time by now but neither of them had said three magic words again yet. Until now.

“Duh, yeah”, she rolled her eyes. “I mean, he still can be a dick to everyone except me but for me he’s the best boyfriend I could ask for”, she was talking slower and slower and put het forehead on Monty’s shoulder.

“You wanna go home?”, he asked. “With Monty of course”.

Y/N nodded her head.

“Wait here”.

Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch while Montgomery went to asked Jeff to give them a ride home.
***
Y/N woke up feeling like shit. Headache was killing her and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. She remembered, barely, she black out last night, pretty early, and assumed Monty was probably pissed about that. She slowly pened one eye and saw she was in her boyfriend’s room.

“Monty?”, she mumbled.

No response so he wasn’t in the room. She closed her eye again praying for headache to stop. Few minutes later she opened the eye again when she heard door opening.

“Look who woke up”, Monty smiled. “Good morning, princess”, he sat on bed next to her and handed her a huge cup of water with aspirin.

“Hi”,  she smiled weakly and drank everything at once almost.

Monty took her spare hand, tangled his fingers with hers while looking at her with puppy eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be mad at me or something?”, she asked.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I got wasted last night, black out and you couldn’t enojy the party because you had to take care of me?”, she said stroking his hand with her thumb.

“Jesus, you’re so silly”, he laughed and hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“Should I thank you or what?”, Y/N asked confused.

“If I had to choose between you and taking care of you versus anything else, I’d always choose you. you know that?”. he looked up at her with dreamy eyes. 

“Monty, did I say or do something yesterday that I don’t remember because you’re acting really weird”.

“I just…”, Montgomery took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N”.

In a second Y/N felt millions of butterflies in her stomach and huge smile showed up on her face. It was the first time Monty confessed his feelings for her and she couldn’t be any happier. 

“I love you too”, she smiled at him.

“Yeah, I know”, he shrugged with a smile.

“Oh really?”, she chuckled.

“You said that last night”.

“What?”, she sat on the bed. 

She was mad at herself for telling it first and not even remembering it. 

“Yesterday, you told me I shouldn’t flirt with you because you have a boyfriend and he’ll kick my ass and that you love him”, Monty said bringing her closer to himself.

“Ugh, I’m so mad!”, Y/N covered her face with blanket. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that… And I wanted to remember that”, she said angrily.

“Hey, babe”, Monty uncovered her head. “Don’t you think the only thing that matters now is that we both finally grow some ball and spilled it out?”

“You’re right, yeah”, she smiled and started playing with his hair. “Now say it again”

“What?”, Monty acted surprised.

“You know what”.

“No I don’t”.

“Monty”, she punched his arm. 

“Are you trying to hurt me with this funny, small fist?”, he grabbed her hand, unfist it and tangled his fingers with hers. “I love you”, he said looking her in the eyes. 

“And I love you”, she nestled into him while he put his arms around her.


Okay, this is shit, I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time x 

Spiderboy

This is a gift for @itsallavengers because they’re wonderful and I love them and their work. You should read everything they’ve written, I’m not even kidding. :D 

Also, consider this a verse to request things for!! I am never done with cannon-esque trans!Peter. Never ever. 


Tony Stark was sat in his living room again.

The last time this had happened, he’d been dragged to Berlin, fought a man the size of the Chrysler building and stolen Captain America’s shield. He was a little more than nervous – especially since Aunt May had found out about that little escapade, along with all the rest. She hadn’t been pleased about the true nature of the Stark Internship, nor about the whole incident with the Decathlon… but she’d been proud. Of how he chose to use what he could do, and of his decisions afterwards. She’d ranted angrily about reckless endangerment, and threatened to storm up state to the Avengers facility and demand of Tony Fucking Stark just what he thought he was doing with her kid- but none of that anger (and it had lasted for days) was on her face right now. In fact, she looked rather emotional… good emotional.

Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her look like that, not even when she’d been so proud of his trust in her that he felt safe in coming out.

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anonymous asked:

Todomomo/Kamijirou Double Date??

Note: This is a ~8000 word one-shot for Kamijirou and Todomomo, has a tiny mention of Izuocha (because my friend @c-jay321 loves them) as well. I hope you enjoy! The formatting also prob looks way better on comp.

This is entirely comedic and lots of fluff; Also a crap load of Kaminari and Todoroki bonding LOL 

In which Todoroki gets help from Kaminari

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Playing with Fire

Paring: Suga x Reader

Genre: Gang AU

Inspiration: I’ve seen other gang stories done before, and they inspired me to do my own.

Author’s Notes: While we wait for me to come up with part two for Love Me or Leave Me I figured I’d post something I’ve been working on. Gang BTS! Cause who doesn’t love the idea of these fine boys being in a gang together? Sorry it’s a bit lengthy and kinda crappy haha, but it’s a work in progress to be honest. With that being said, I’m actually not set on the pairing. I love Suga which is why I picked him, but we’ll see! Anyways, enjoy!


There isn’t much that you know about your father’s job.

All you’ve ever really known was that he works for a contracting company and gets sent wherever they need people the most. You were originally from the USA, but you’ve been all over. France, London, Germany, all over the world. You never stayed in one place for more than a few months and while you hated moving around, you never had a problem with making friends. People were intrigued that you’ve lived in so many different places and with your mature yet adorable personality, they were drawn to you.

You had been in South Korea for only a few weeks now, but you were quite popular among the kids that you attended high school with. Even though you moved around a lot, your father took your education seriously. Probably more seriously than you did. So he demanded you still attend school, even if you weren’t going to be there for long. You figured it was more to keep you out of his sight, and you didn’t mind that. You hated being home.

Today was just like any other school day. You stood in the doorway of your classroom, chatting it up with other kids. The school you had attended had been so excited to have an American enrolled, that they immediately put you in charge of the student council. The past leader had graduated, so they needed a new one anyway. You didn’t necessarily want the position, but you were too much of a pushover to say no. Plus, you supposed it was a good way to get more involved with a school that you’d only be at for a few months.

Smoothing out your school uniform, you smiled softly as your friends continued on their talk about the cutest guys in school. The topic wasn’t one you cared to talk about, so you were only half listening. Since you weren’t tuned into the conversation, it made it so much easier for you to hear the words that came next.

“Ayo, ladies and gentlemen~!” A voice suddenly rung out loudly from one end of the hall.

 It caught the attention of the students mingling in the hallway, along with some of the kids in classrooms. Suddenly, the demeanor of students seemed to change. The carefree attitude that had once surrounded you was replaced with intimidation and also fear. Students gasped, turning to their friends and whispering. More kids from the classroom rose from their seats, pushing their way to the door as if not believing what they were hearing.

Stepping out into the hall a bit, you stood on your tiptoes to see what the big deal was. A group of seven boys stood at the end of the hallway, soaking in all the attention they were getting with grins and smirks on their faces. One of the first things you noticed was that some of them had colored hair, which you thought was against the rules. The second thing you noticed was that they weren’t bothering to wear their uniforms correctly. Their shirts were untucked with some of the buttons undone. Their ties hung loosely around their necks, and some of them weren’t wearing them at all. One of the boys had his uniform jacket tied around his waist while others lazily held theirs or sloppily had them on.

“BTS is back, baby!” One of the boys exclaimed, and the boys broke out into a noisy ruckus of yelling and howling. Students parted like the Red Sea as some of the boys ran forward, horse playing around with another. Two of them hung back, taking their time walking down the hallway. One had a backwards baseball cap on top of his light brown hair, and the other had mint green hair.

“Did I just hear BTS?! Are they back? I wanna see!” An excited girl exclaimed from behind you, attempting to push herself forward so that she could get a glimpse of the boys. So many students had pushed themselves up against the wall to avoid bumping into the guys, that it was even a bit hard for you to see.

In an act of desperation, the girl roughly pushed you forward to make room for herself. You weren’t sure if it was an accident or not, but you were guessing it wasn’t. You’d be lying if you said that every student in this school, let alone the hallway you were in, liked you. You can’t be friends with everyone.

Stumbling forward, you had to take a couple extra steps to keep yourself from falling to the ground. In doing so, you smacked right into the mint colored hair boy. Even though you didn’t know these boys, the reaction of other students had you believing that they probably weren’t good news.

“Yah,” the boy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you. “Watch where the fuck you’re going.” He told you harshly, using one hand to push you away from him. A couple kids snickered, and you swallowed hard in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You apologized quickly and lowered your head. Not saying anything else, he looked you over before going to enter one of the classrooms his friends had disappeared into. With the boys gone, you turned back to your own classroom, paying no attention to how some of the kids were making fun of you.

“You’re so lucky!” One of your friends shouted dramatically, embracing you tightly when you entered the classroom. “You could’ve died!” She squeezed you as if you were a soldier returning home from battle.

“Ugh,” you squirmed out of her grasp. “What are you talking about?” You were new here, so obviously, you didn’t know about BTS.

“BTS.” Another one of your friends piped in. “They’re,  hands down, the most dangerous boys at this school. They got suspended a few weeks ago for fighting, but it looks like their suspension is over.”

Yes, the boys had looked intimidating. Dangerous though? You didn’t know about that. You just figured they were probably the school bullies or something. “What makes them so dangerous?”

“They’re a gang.” Your friend shrugged her shoulders as if this was something you should already know.

“How do they get away with being a gang and still going to school?” You found it hard to believe that the school would allow gang members to attend.

“Rumor has it their leader’s uncle is a huge player in the gang scene, so he’s got ties to a lot of people. In exchange for BTS working for him, he hooks them up with all the people he knows. Can’t arrest them or kick them out of school without evidence, and they’re good at covering their tracks.”

Frowning, you didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure how comfortable you felt going to a school with a gang. What kind of gang activity do they even partake in? Drugs? Murders? Human trafficking? The options were endless. You were about to ask your friends if they knew, but another question came into your head instead.

“Wait, how do you know all of this?” You asked curiously, turning to Lisa. She seemed to know an awful lot about BTS. The girl’s eyes widened, and her face began to turn red.

Rose, your other friend, quickly answered. “She’s like a walking Naver when it comes to BTS. Goes to all their parties. She even had a thing with one of their members. Which one was it again? Jimin?”

“Shut up!” Lisa suddenly exclaimed in complete embarrassment. Laughing, you and Rose continued to tease the girl until your teacher walked into the classroom. Then you, along with the other students, sat down.

Before your teacher said anything, her eyes looked over to you. “Y/N.” She said your name. “Gather your things and follow me, please.“ 

Looking at your two friends, they seemed just as confused as you. Doing as you were told though, you put on your backpack and stood up to follow your teacher.

"Did I do something wrong?” You asked as soon as you stepped out into the hallway. Sliding the door closed behind you, your teacher shook her head.

“Quite the opposite.” She handed you a slip of paper. You had started to learn Korean back when you first learned that you would be moving here and while you had learned a lot, you still struggled every now and then. “You’re being moved into another class. The students in it aren’t exactly motivated to learn, and the head of the school feels like your presence would be beneficial to not only them, but also to their teacher.” Your teacher told you as you eyes fell on the head of the school’s signature at the bottom of the paper.

“Oh…” You were already so used to the class you were in now. You loved your teacher, and you had your two best friends in that class. Your only real friends.

Picking up on your hesitation, your teacher went to place her hand on your shoulder but you flinched away.

“Sorry, I think I had too much coffee today.” You tried to play off the reaction when you noticed the strange look she gave you.

Letting it slide, she nodded her head. “You’ll be fine, Y/N.” She told you reassuringly. “The classroom number is on the paper. You should go there now to avoid missing anymore class time.”

Giving her a small smile, you bowed your head before heading off to your new class. You supposed you should feel honored that the head of the school had chosen you to try and motivate other students. Doing well in school isn’t really an option for you though. Your father is extremely hard on you about everything, so it’s not like you do well for praise or to show off. You do well because you don’t want to deal with your father’s wrath.

Reaching your new classroom, you slid the door open and took a step inside. Tensing up, you had to fight the urge to turn and run back to your old classroom and plead for your teacher to take you back. You hated this already. Why on earth did you have to get stuck in a class with BTS?

“Can I help you?” The male teacher asked, breaking you out of your trance. Wordlessly, you walked over to him and handed him over the paper. It took him only a few seconds to decipher the message on it, and you swore that a look of relief washed over his features.

“Ah, well, looks like we’ve got an addition to the class.” The male teacher gave you a warm smile. Placing the paper on his desk, he looked out at his students. “A smart addition, at that. Please try and learn something from Ms. Y/N. Boys in the back, I’m talking to you.”

One of the boys sucked his teeth and waved the teacher off while another simply rolled his eyes. One didn’t seem to care at all as he lounged back in his chair with the brim of his baseball cap covering his eyes and his feet propped up onto his desk.

“Go ahead and take a seat, Y/N.” The teacher instructed you, and you nodded your head. Turning to face what felt like a sea of sharks, you started heading down one of the aisles of desks. The teacher began speaking, talking about how he was disappointed that no one had bothered to read the chapters he had assigned for homework.

As you walked, you noticed that there was only one desk open, and it seemed to be surrounded by the boys from earlier. You could see why other students had avoided it. They didn’t want to be that close to the boys. However, you didn’t have a choice. It was your only option unless you decided to just stand, which you knew would be asinine.

You were sure that you looked like a deer in headlights as you walked to the desk. Catching the eyes of some of the boys, they grinned wickedly at you. It unsettled you even more, which one of the boys decided to call you out on.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetcheeks. We don’t bite.” He said.

“Well, Rap Monster might if you piss him off.” Another teased, earning him a hard smack to the back of the head by a boy with faded pink hair. You were assuming that was Rap Monster.

Not saying anything, you tried your best to ignore their stares and the way they nudged each other as you took off your backpack and slid into your seat. Unpacking your stuff, you placed it on your desk.

“You’re really pretty.” A boy next to you complimented. Looking at him, you were expecting for drool to come out of his mouth with how hard he was staring at you.

“Good idea, V. Suck up to her and then get her to do your homework.” A voice on your other side spoke.

“I was being sincere.” V scowled at the other boy.

“Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok ,” the teacher called from the front of the class. “Stop talking.”

“It’s J-Hope,” the boy who had been talking to V spoke disrespectfully to the teacher, who didn’t even blink. He was obviously use to it. “How does this school expect us to learn from someone who can’t remember a simple name?” J-Hope asked, feigning a look of concern.

A boy with orange hair snorted before chuckling a little. Sighing, the teacher simply shook his head as he picked up a pad and walked to the back of the classroom. Opening it up, he began ripping off what appeared to be detention slips. He handed one to J-Hope and the boy with orange hair, but he didn’t stop there.

He gave another to the boy who appeared to be sleeping, and then to the rest of the members of the group.

“Hey. Why did we all get one?” A dark haired boy spoke up.

“Because Mr. Jungkook, you need to learn the consequences of hanging with the wrong crowd.” The teacher stated simply before walking back to the front of the class. “You’re going to clean all the chalkboards and erasers in this hallway.” And then he paused before looking at you. “And Ms. Y/N will supervise.”

Six heads turned to look at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “S-Shouldn’t an adult supervise?” You questioned despite how nervous you were.

The teacher looked unamused and quite frankly done with the whole thing. “I’m hoping that a pretty girl will motivate them to get the job done.” That was a terrible idea, but you weren’t going to say that. Instead, you sunk lower in your seat. Another thing that sucked about being a model student? You always get volunteered for things you have no interest in doing.

“Oh, she’ll motivate us all right.” J-Hope teased you, and the other boys laughed. Well besides the boy who was sleeping, and the one you had bumped into earlier. He seemed about done with this whole thing as well.

You said nothing. You did nothing.

You simply sunk even lower in your seat, wishing more than anything that it was a couple months later, and you were moving to a different place.

ASTRO for haru*hana Vol.43: The A-Z Questions (JinJin)

AROHA. What do you want to do with your Japanese fans? I want to go to a ramen restaurant with our Japanese fans and eat delicious ramen~!
BABY. Childhood memory? I remember always going on a trip with my family~!
CF. What ad do you want to appear on? I want to do a soft drink CF.
DREAM. Childhood dream? I’ve dreamt of being a singer since I was little~!
ENERGY. Where do you get your strength and fighting spirit? Music, most likely~! If I do music~! My thoughts disappear and I like it~!
FASHION. Fashion style you like for girls? White shirt and jeans. Ponytail~!
GROWTH. Point where you realized “I improved” or “my group improved”? In the past, it was incredibly difficult for me to maintain my composure on stage~! I would feel really nervous but I feel really relaxed nowadays. As a group, I feel like we improved when I see many fans coming to see us at music shows~!
HOBBY. What are you into recently? I’m really into composing~!
ICE CREAM. Favorite ice cream flavor? Shooting star~! Strawberry~!
JOKE. Personal talent that you’re good at or practicing? Na Moonhee senior’s pumpkin sweet potato~!
KINGDOM. If you’ll become a king, what roles your you give to the other members? If I become king, MJ hyung will be my bodyguard and Eunwoo will be my manager! Bin will be the second manager, Rocky will be the photographer, and Sanha will be the stylist~!
LAUGH. Recent funny moment? When we did the mini fanmeeting after the last broadcast, I laughed when I saw Bin imitating Eunwoo!
MUSIC. What song do you recommend to Aroha for this summer? Sigala - Ain’t Giving Up
NECESSARY. Thing you always bring? I always bring perfume!
OPPA. Moment when you wanted to call a member “oppa”? MJ hyung always has a bright image, but he’s really cool when he seriously supports me~ Oppa v.v
PRESENT. Memorable gift? I remember the donation named after ASTRO and AROHA the best!
QUIT. A habit that you don’t know you’re doing or want to change? I don’t know it but I keep on picking my nose… ㅠㅠ
ROMANTIC. What romantic confession would you want to try one day? It’s old-fashioned, but I want to do a candlelit serenade!
SPORTS. Sports you like to play? Basketball! Sports you like to watch? Baseball!
TRAVEL. If you were to publish a travel book, where would to want to go and with whom? I really want to go to Europe with ASTRO~!
UNIT. Who would you want to be in a sub-unit with? I’d want to do a strong rap with Rocky!
VALUE. How many points would you give yourself? What do you want to say to yourself? 90 out of 100 points~! Let’s add a point every year~!
WEAK. What do you hate the most? I hate ill-mannered people the most!
X-DAY. If it were the end of the world, what would you do on the last day? I want to perform for/with AROHAs and my family.
YOURSELF. Three words that describes you? Voice, leader, puppy.
ZZZ. What are you like when asleep? Who’s the worst member when asleep? Maknae Sanha has a weird posture: he sleeps face down~! ㅠ.ㅠ Baby~ㅠ.ㅠ

Jap-Kor Translation & Scan by MIZU🌟
Kor-Eng Translation by Nico of ArohaUniverse✨‏
Please take out with full credits!

College!AU Seokjin
  • major: broadcasting 
  • minor: hospitality and tourism management 
  • sports: tennis team 
  • clubs: cooking club, on campus news channel + interns at the actual city news channel 
  • it is important to point out that the only person out of his crew of friends aka bts he is the only one with a car and all the members keep fighting over who seokjin is going to let borrow his car for the weekend and most of the time seokjin is like this is a Headache and gives it to hoseok because hoseok is nice and also jungkook can’t double park and namjoon drives at a snails pace
  • but yeah he has a car mostly because he has to drive to get to the city news headquarters that is like way too far from campus and the cars like a hand-me-down from his family so it’s kinda old but seokjin always keeps it clean and freshly painted and he has those cute like air fresheners that hang from his mirror because god only knows what the members do in this poor car when he’s not around
  • but seokjin’s car is not the point of this au moving on he’s a broadcasting major and hopes to have a job in news when he’s older, preferably as an anchor at a news station even (a famous one would be even better) and everyone thinks that honestly he’s a perfect fit for the job
  • a) because he’s handsome b) because he has a good voice and c) did i mention he’s drop dead handsome? like imagine waking up, turning on the tv, and there’s seokjin telling you it’s gonna be a sunny day and that the government royally screwed up again. wow. a Dream
  • seokjin’s original major was hospitality and tourism management because he had wanted to go to culinary school but thought that that was way too much of a stretch so maybe working in at a hotel or as an event planner was kind of similar to cooking for many people in a restaurant, but after a while he made it his minor because someone had suggested he should be on TV with those good looks
  • and being an actor was just as a far off as being a chef so he was like what else is on TV? the news
  • and seokjin’s like pretty well informed too, like he enjoys reading the paper and listening to political podcasts (which jungkook and taehyung always whine about in the car if seokjin is driving them all into the city they’re always like “hyUNG this is so sad and the words are so boring let’s listen to something more funnnn” and seokjin’s like “how does radio disney sound for you kids?” and they’re like h Y U N g and seokjin’s like no we’re not listening to any of those songs w swear words in them and yoongi in the passenger seat beside jin is like oh my god seokjin we are all in C O L L E G E 
  • but yeah he like does the weather reporting and reads of the news that goes on on campus but he’s also fascinated by journalism and when he’s at his internship he’s always mingling w the interns that aren’t doing broadcasting but the ones who’re working under the journalists and sources because they’re so cool and know so much and ok some of the stuff they tell him he’s not supposed to know but seokjin is so charming that he could get mr. krabs to tell him the secret to the krabby patty. 
  • not interested in sports broadcasting even though every season the baseball coach sends over half the team to get jin to show up and broadcast live through the university’s athletic channel stream and seokjin’s like no thanks but the coach is like bribe him. tell him he’s pretty. and the team tries but seokjin is like listen i know your coach just wants more people to watch the show for my great face and not the game so im not gonna do it. and the teams like sigh ok but also seokjin is right that’s exactly why the coach wants him to broadcast
  • seokjin is also on the tennis team and everytime he practices the court is full of girls and boys pressed against the fence around the net trying to take photos of him and he’s like flattered but also like !!! be careful you guys i have a very strong swing i dont want any balls going over the fence and hurting anyone!!! 
  • when they play doubles seokjin’s teammate sandeul is always whining about how another fan of seokjins had asked him to get her seokjin’s signature and he’s like seokjin pls im so tired of this someone stole my racket last week thinking it was yours
  • and seokjin’s like im sorry buddy but im cursed with this Beautiful Face what can i do…..
  • sandeuls like let me whack you with this ra- and jin’s like i will end you 
  • and so one day you’re actually featured on the campus new channel because you won an award in your major and it’s nothing hUGE but it’s something so you get an invite to be on the morning segment and you kinda want to turn it down because cameras,,,the whole student body watching you,,,ahhhhhhh no
  • but like your friends are like what nO do  i  t and also they’re like “you’ll get to do it with seokjin, and you know everyone loves seokjin!!! you can’t let this chance go!!!!”
  • and you’re like well like you know who seokjin is but you’re like even if i do this interview it’s not like he’s going to magically fall in love w me or something (Lmao little do you know)
  • so you’re just like fine whatever and you try to wear something nice and you show up and it’s obvious you’re worried because you keep fiddling with your phone
  • until you hear a sweet voice go; “don’t worry. it’s not like this is cable television or anything.”
  • and you look up to see THE seokjin standing beside you with a kind smile on his face and his signature pink tie on and ok wow he’s super handsome up close are his eyes sparkling?? ok wait not the point
  • and you’re like ahHA it’s easy for you you do this every morning and seokjin’s like chuckling like you’re not wrong but seriously don’t sweat it
  • and he like ruffles your hair and goes to sit in front of the camera and you’re like 
  • well one your heart is beating because ok,,,,ruffling your hair?? what is this some romance comic but two; holy shit you’re on in two minutes
  • and the minute seokjin is introducing your name and the award you’ve won you can feel your palms getting sweaty but it’s like somehow you catch a gentle, encouraging smile that seokjin passes on to you and suddenly your throats just a little less dry and you manage to stutter out a little speech about the award and not make a fool out of yourself
  • and all in all the segment with you is only 7 minutes long, but you can’t leave the set till seokjin is done talking and right at the end you notice that seokjin’s sweating a lot and that he keeps trying to move his fingers casually toward the cue cards that are beside you but are too far away and if he just grabs them everyone will see it in the shot
  • and you’re like wait shit did he forget the headlines??? and you can hear seokjin’s lines wavering a bit and he clears his throat right after the weather report and you’re like oh no and seokijn is like “now for more headlines, the real information about campus life and activities, the headlines…”
  • like it’s obvious he’s stalling and the crew is panicking and so you casually put your award down on the table and slip the cue cards into your lap so the camera cant see and without looking at him, you drop the cards in jin’s lap under the table you two are sitting on and like
  • he just needs one glance down to remember the first couple of words and BAM everything comes back to him and he’s making the announcements smoothly and the crew is like thANK GOD the main cameraman even needs someone to like dab the sweat off his forehead for him because that was close
  • can you believe this drama at the on campus news channel like wOW 
  • but yes everything ends and the seokjin turns to you and you’re like !!! good job and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,,listen i owe you my life
  • and you’re like ok chill not your life it’s just a show but seokjin is like no no ive never messed up on a broadcast and idk whats happening with me today maybe i was too distracted but really you saved me
  • and you blush like oh,,,,it was nothing quick thinking you know!! and you like get your award and jump off your chair like well!!!! this was interesting and nerve wracking!!! thanks for having me
  • and you do a bow to all the film + broadcasting students and you’re like oh no class is in fifteen
  • and you run off before seokjin can flag you down and give you his number because hey you wanna know why he was distracted?
  • because you were so damn cute
  • ALSO because you see him the next day in the pharmacy off campus buying flu medicine and he’s got tissues sticking out of his pockets and like a neck warmer on and you’re like
  • …….. he forgot his lines because he was also getting sick……..
  • and you walk over like hey!! and he’s like o H and hides behind the cap he’s wearing because he’s like  don’t look at me im usually a 10 but today im an 8 because i look horrible
  • and you’re like no no you’re still like above a 10 don’t worry
  • and seokjin peeks from under his baseball cap like ,,,,,,why thank you *commence a long string of sneezes*
  • and you’re like hey, you should try this tea my mom gave me when she was helping me pack for this semester. whenever i get a cold it always works and im good the next day! and seokjin is like a one day cure for the cold? ill take it i have the morning news to do tomorrow
  • and you’re like cool!!! ill bring some over to your dorm and seokjin’s like ok!! thank you ill pay you back with some good food and you’re like no no you’re sick and he’s like yEs im sick im not dying i can still make some kimchi fried rice.
  • and so you show up to the dorm with your tea bags and seokjin still has his messy hair under his baseball cap and a big sweater on and some sweats and it’s kind of a shock because you’re used to him being all spiffy and well kept when you see him on the campus channel
  • but now he looks like you know,,,,,,like every other sick and stressed kid in college
  • and like seokjin has got his ricecooker on and he’s got all these containers of sidedishes that he’s made and you’re like making him tea
  • and like you barely know each other but somehow it’s very serene and domestic
  • and when you’re done and seokjin drinks like 3 cups of your tea and you eat like 3 portions of his rice 
  • seokjin is seeing you to the door and he’s like
  • *cough* “is it ok *sneeze* *blow nose* if one day when im *cough again* better i can take you out for *blow nose and cough at same time, apologize* dinner as a thank you?”
  • and you’re like a thank you for??? and he’s like for that time you saved me and you’re putting your hands up like wAH no no it’s fine
  • but seokjin is like no i must i must and even though he sounds like he’s dying and he’s sneezing all over the place, he’s stubborn till the end until you agree
  • as you’re walking to your own dorm though you’re like
  • wait………….
  • did i just score a date with the handsomest guy on campus????
  • and yes. yes you did
  • when you text your friends about it they nearly sprints their way down to your dorm like W H  A T WE NEED TO GO SHOPPING FOR A DATe outFiT and you’re like i can just wear that- and they’re like nO this is SEOKJIn the FACE OF Our schoOL you are going to have to look GUD
  • and you’re like oh my
  • so the date turns out to be at this pretty fancy place in the city that you’ve heard about and you’re like is seokjin,,,,,the son of some guy with a company or something how can he afford this place
  • and like you see him coming down the street and he’s in like a suit and looking like a+ like yall about to attend a wedding or something and hes got his hair back and you’re like oh,,,,,,,this is so,,,,,,Fancy
  • and you’re like hi!! and seokjin’s like “you look amazing.” and you’re like “you look even better!!” and seokjin laughs like “for the first time, i have to disagree - you’re stunning.”
  • and he offers you his elbow like we’re back in the fifties or something and you go inside and like ,,,, you get this nice table and you’re the youngest ones there and you’re like um seokjin how did you,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,get us seats here? Are you rich? Are you the prime ministers secret son you can tell me i will keep it a secre-
  • but seokjin is like no no i know the chef of this place, he gave a talk on campus for one of the classes in my minor. we kind of clicked you know and he’s always calling me over to have a taste of his food. his names kidoh.
  • and you’re like ……kidoh? and seokjin’s like “interesting, right? he’s seoul’s youngest chef.”
  • and you’re like looking at seokjin like this guys life is just…..full of surprises isn’t it
  • but over dinner like you and seokjin end up bonding so much over the things you guys like and care about and seokjin always seems to unapproachable because he looks like he’s so far above others, but in reality he’s just a dude who loves to cook and make corny jokes and in a lot of ways he’s really just……normal
  • he does admit that he’s really careful about his appearance but he’s like how can i not be when that’s all people see me for
  • and you get a hint of the sadness behind that statement, the fact that people forget that there’s a person with feelings under his breathtaking smiles
  • and you don’t expect it but seokjin’s like let me drive you home and you’re like you have a car??
  • and seokjin’s like yes i just didn’t want to park it out here because it’s pretty old and i thought it might be embarrassing but once you see it you’re like seokjin this car looks new and he’s like that’s because i break my back cleaning it all the time
  • and while he’s driving you he tells you the stories of what jimin, yoongi, and taehyung have all done to his precious car and you’re laughing like nO way and seokjin’s like nO Im telling the truth it’s like im friends with a bunch of five year olds sometimes
  • and you’re like seokjin i love the way you nag about them it’s hilarious and he’s like heY i do not NAG. i woRRY and you’re like hehe it’s cute!!!!
  • and it is cute he’s concerned for the people he loves. this softie
  • and like when you get dropped off youre like hey seokjin wanna hear a secret
  • and he’s like ooo ok and you’re like leaning over like “i liked your kimchi fried rice more than the food at the restaurant. don’t tell your friend!” and when you lean back giggling into your hand seokjin just
  • he just gently takes your wrist and pulls you back to him and kisses the side of your lips with a whispered thank you
  • and like you sit in the car looking at each other in the like moonlight and it’s cute you wanna kiss him again but like it’s enough for the first date and seokjin watches as you go inside just to make sure you’re safe
  • and ofc he sends you a good night text because like seokjin is the best man on this planet he is so soft and caring and wow ok im getting off topic
  • but yes after that you and seokjin meetup more often on campus, sometimes in the area where the news channel is filmed because seokjin is always studying lines during lunch and you’re honestly just fine watching him all concentrated as you munch on his homemade snacks
  • you also listen to him do a mock announcement and then clap and he’s like the aplause is not necessary and you’re like why not you’re so cool seokjin
  • and he’s like trying to hide the smile but he can’t
  • sometimes you’ll go over to his dorm and you two will look up recipes on youtube or online to try and make
  • most of the time you both end up with the ingredients all over your faces and fingertips and when you reach up to put some avocado paste on seokjin’s cheek he chases you until he gets you in a backhug and kisses at the spot behind your ear that he knows is sensative
  • it’s cute you guys make dinner for his friends and jungkook is like “hyung. i think you two should just get married and adopt us all as your kids so you can both cook for us everynight.” and seokjin is like jungKOOK and you’re like skhfldngseifw and yoongi is like “no no the little twerp is right.” and jungkook’s like im like 5 inches taller than you yoongi i have been for like two years and yoongi with his mouth full of noodles “you’re still a twerp jungkook.”
  • you go to see seokjin play tennis and like it’s not a competition so you come out onto the court and seokjin helps you learn how to hold the racquet and whatnot
  • when he puts his hands around your waist to keep you steady you can literally hear sandeul from the other court whistling like GET IT SEOKJIN and seokjin is “i repeat. everyone im friends with is five.”
  • you and seokjin doing little face masks together because he gets you into them and you’re like “did i put this on right?” the first time and he’s like “no it’s upside down come here.”
  • when you had to go away for couple of days for a trip with your class seokjin sent you videos of him eating for a straight thirty minutes not saying anything until the end. he affectionately called these videos “eat jin”
  • you responded by doing the same and naming them “eating without jin” and seokjin was just like yEAH but you wish i was there
  • seokjin is tall and he owns a lot of like long sleeved shirts that you love wearing because they’re big in the shoulders and seokjin is like “…..hey listen you have your own clothes…..did you get a stain on this sweater? come here i will kill yo-” and you’re like “SORRY but they’re nice and they smell clean like you” and seokjin is like “if you weren’t so cute- i sWEAR.”
  • you start watching the school news everyday now lmao all your friends are like “i thought you didn’t care about campus news?” and you’re like “ofc i do. especially if my cute as heck boyfriend is reporting it to me. btw did you know i got him another pink tie for our anniversary and look he’s wearing it-”
  • and one day seokjin and you come to his dorm after going to his tennis practice together and seokjin is gets a call and he’s listening to the other person for a longtime and you can’t really read his face but you’re like ???? and when he hangs up after saying thank you one hundred times you’re like “what is it??” and seokjin’s like “you know the place i intern at?” and you’re like “the big news channel right?” and he’s like “yeah.” and you’re like taking his hands in yours like “well???? what???” and he looks at you and he’s like “they’re officially hiring me. they’re officially hiring me to help report the news.” and you’re like ……..HOLY SHIt and you jump up and down and just grab his cheeks and kiss him like one hundred times
  • and seokjin is like ,,,,,,,,this is fOR real this isn’t just the free news channel for the uni this is,,,,,actual television and you’re like oh MY GOD im so pROUd and you lean in to kiss him again but this time seokjin kisses back
  • and he’s usually very tender with kisses but this one is full of adrenaline and like you’re both already kinda sweaty because you came back from tennis but like what the frick ever you like go down right there on the floor of the kitchen
  • and like seokjin pulls you ontop and is just like
  • well you know there goes his tennis uniform and all that woooo
  • and you two are lucky yoongi doesn’t walk in on the dorm but like seokjin is just holding you close and his forehead is against yours and he’s like
  • “this is a miracle.” and you’re like whaT no you’re destined to be on the TV screen and he’s like no no well yes the job is a miracle but the real miracle he was talking about is ofc……you
  • and it’s cute you and seokjin are two glowing flowers two sweet and kindhearted for this world
  • afterwords you try to get taehyung, jimin, and namjoon to help you make a special cake for seokjin but like with those three all you get is a bunch of icing everywhere so you’re like baking cookies with seokjin’s face on it instead sounds easier
  • you throw a party for him and seokjin is just so surprised because honestly not a lot of people show him they appreciate him a lot but ever since you’ve been around he actually feels loved like really REALLY loved
  • and it’s cute he spins you around in a hug while jungkook is trying to sneak one of the seokjin cookies off your tray and you’re like heY don’t those are seokjin’s present 
  • and yoongi wiggling his eyebrows @ you 2 like “i think seokjin already got his present~~~” and taehyung’s like GOOD ONE BRO
  • and you’re like “seokjin.” and seokjin with his face in your neck like “hmm?” you’re like “i think you were right. your friends are all five year olds.”
  • lmaO you excitedly gather everyone in the study hall to crowd around your laptop to watch seokjin’s first day on the job and you’re like lOOK At him. my professional baby 

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Katsugeki Rant#7

This is my episode! Let’s do this!

-Oh they changed team 1′s cameo in the OP? Goog, good.

-Team 1 is clearly, CLEARLY stronger than Team 2. I bet they’re all at level 99 while our Team 2 is somewhere between levels 60-70.

-Yamanbagiri being a good captain. Protect him at all cost.

-Honebami isn’t so emotionless?? And his voice is so soft?? I mean it’s kinda weird, a good kind of weird that is.

-Genji bros with their normal clothes. (In-game these two changes outfits as they level up, and trust me you wouldn’t want them to.)

-Man-child Hizamaru.

-Higekiri forgetting his brother’s name on live tv? Check.

-Hizamaru babysitting his brother on live tv? Check.

-Hizamaru crying because his brother forgets his name? Not checked. Aw I was hoping to see that animated. (In-game Hiza actually cried when his brother forgets his name)

-For those who aren’t familar with the Genji bros. First of all we call them the “Genji bros” because they used to belong to the Minamoto Clan (the Genjis for short) and both of them had been renamed so many times to the point that Higekiri forgets his brother’s name doesn’t care about names anymore.

-Higekiri’s soothing voice.

-I guess grabbing the enemy by the neck and flinging it off into the distance is a thing now? Aruji is getting you into baseball Oodenta.

-Holy hell Mitsuyo I never thought you’d be such a brute. I love it.

-Oodenta quit roasting your teammates. That’s my job.

-Mikazuki stopping an ootachi with one hand.

-Seriously why are they so concerned about enemy ootachis? I mean if you wanna know how to defeat them why not arrange a spare with one of our 4 ootachi boys, I’m sure they’ll be glad to help you out.

-Have they not heard of enemy yaris? Those are the real deal.

-I think we all can relate to Manba at point in our lives. Like, my friends are all famous and important, and I’m just.. me.

-You know something’s wrong when Anija isn’t smiling.

-Team 2 gets to stay in a rather decent inn while Team 1 gets an abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere. They even have to cook their own food.

-Hold on is that Google Maps? No? Oh..okay then.

-Seriously Mitsuyo you’re THAT strong?? I mean in game you ARE the tachi with the highest impact (yeah seriously looki it up) but flinging enemies with one hand and not even using your sword? 

-Okay I’m sure by this point people are convinced that Oodenta is a sadistic emo brute, but please hear me out. He’s an akward fluffball. I repeat, an akward fluffball.

-Quality Team 1 kicking (so much) ass time.

-JIJII I CAN’T EVEN FOLLOW YOUR MAJESTY PLEASE CALM DOWN YOUR KIWAME ISN’T OUT YET YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK YOUR HIP. PLEASE TAKE THE MVP BADGE.

-Jijii running faster than the fastest kiwame tantou.

-Jijii’s crescent moon special effects.

-I still can’t believe my eyes when I saw Mikazuki fight. I mean I’ve always pictured him as just.. sitting there, sipping tea.. and being old.

-Ichigo is proud of you Honebami. We’re all proud of you.

-Dear Nitroplus, we don’t need an enemy that can summon other enemies in game, please.

-We also don’t need the enemies fusing with each other and become even more stronger. thank-you very much.

-For those who wanted to start playing the game because of Team 1, let me give you some head ups.
Yamanbagiri- he’s a starter sword, you can choose him when you start the game. He’s also a common sword, so he’ll drop everywhere.
Honebami- A common sword but compared to other common wakizashis like Hori or Namazuo he harder to drop. You’ll have higher chances smithing him than waiting for him to drop.
Mikazuki- You can smith him, his timer is 4.00 hrs. He also drops at the boss node of maps 5-4 and 6-3, but you’ll have to grind if you want him.
The Genji bros- rare drops when you defeat Kebiishi. To get a map infested with Kebiishi you’ll have to defeat the boss node of the map 10 times. 
Oodenta- Currently not obtainable. He’ll come around in events or smithing campaigns.


This episode is so fast-paced, I like it. Still I don’t know why they chose swords like Oodenta or the Genji bros to appear in the anime. I mean they are pretty new when compared to Mikazuki or Yamanbagiri so people might not really understand their background. We might get to see one or two more episodes of Team 1 before switching back to our team 2.

Well, looking forward to next week!

DS9: Rules, Games, Winning

One thing while watching Season 7 I keep thinking about is how DS9 deals with success and continually redefines what it means to “win”… and how the lessons they learn by playing games for entertainment informs how they make sense of winning real-life victories.

1) The take-home message of Take Me Out to the Holosuite is that “manufactured triumph” can be just as good as actually winning– the Niners team of misfits was never going to win against superstar Vulcans in the baseball game, but they can win by ~having fun~ and infuriating the main Vulcan guy anyway.  If you can’t win, change the goal.

2) Miles and Julian’s obsession with the Alamo shows also how losing a battle can mean winning the war– in the Battle of the Alamo  the Texans (who are the heroes in US history narratives) are outnumbered, outmatched by Santa Anna’s Mexican troops, and the Texans are slaughtered while standing their ground.  This is a losing battle!  However as Wikipedia further informs me, “Santa Anna’s cruelty during the battle inspired many Texans to join the Texan Army” eventually leading to them winning the overall revolution.  This is Miles and Julian’s escape into fantasy to take the pressure off, but also is a way for them to make sense of the casualty lists.  Will their co-workers and allies have died for nothing, in the end?  If they themselves die will their lives have been worth it?  The desire to avenge the deaths of the Alamo led for Texan victory, and so the DS9 crew has to use their grief over Federation/ally deaths to fuel their will to beat the Dominion.

3) oh and the Season ½ pointless plots with aliens that like to play games that don’t seem like fun to us (Move Along Home, Captive Pursuit, Rivals, perhaps even Q-Less… Battle Lines is not a game in terms of entertainment but it is like a neverending laser tag with real weapons.) is an attempt to set up further questions on what winning means– how can you win when you don’t know what rules you’re playing by?  what happens if you refuse to play the game?  what happens to your honor and integrity when the game isn’t fair to begin with, and in that case what’s the point in playing? (why not just punch Q in his smarmy face?)

4) in Our Man Bashir, Julian and Garak have to win the holosuite game to save the crew trapped from the transporter malfunction, but in the process might be killed themselves.  Garak tries to save him and Julian, but it would kill the crew– this attempt at victory isn’t acceptable to Julian who shoots him, and Garak is pleased at Julian’s commitment: “He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played”.  In the end, Julian “saves the day by destroying the world”– to save the real lives of the crew, he has to lose the expected endgoal of the holosuite game.

5) All of this builds to our more seriously treated plot arcs that deal directly with these themes– how will our heroes save the day, what will they sacrifice in the process, how will they know what victory is and if it’s worth it?  The first related ongoing arc is Bajoran independence and their ongoing struggle with self-governance and rebuilding, as seen through Major Kira: the black and white of the Resistance against Cardassian oppressors doesn’t apply to the murky grey politics of democracy– how to do what is best for the Bajoran people while also letting them make their own decisions. When Bajorans disagree with Bajorans who is the enemy?  How do you deal with nebulous objectives?  Winning was easy, governing’s harder.

6) Sisko’s confrontations with the Maquis culminates with his pursuit/standoffs with Eddington– Federation values don’t generally allow for officers to poison whole planets, not for any reason, but for Sisko to win he has to play the game that Eddington has set up for him, he has to be the Javert to Eddington’s Valjean.  This is against standard Star Trek rules!!! but it pays off and he wins.

8) Sisko’s struggle to win the game while playing by the rules– and then having to overstep those rules– is most obviously dealt with in In the Pale Moonlight.  “I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But the most damning thing of all… I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again - I would. Garak was right about one thing: a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant."  No subtext here, this is the thesis statement of this whole theme, from the mouth of the Sisko himself.  This is followed up by the Section 31 episodes, which reveal that the Federation itself– who has set those rules Sisko breaks/bends!– is willing to sacrifice its integrity in order to win in the end.

Whose rules do you play by and when?  If you play to win what do you lose in the process?  By saving the day, do you destroy the world?  Is it worth it?

My Rhythm and Blues (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.867

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

Jackson x Reader
Description:  When Jackson asks you 20 dates to make you love him.

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A/N: The moment you realise that underneath your heart of glass you’re quiet the romantic type and you feel the urge to write a fluffy scenario about that beautiful soul of Jackson. Yes, I know I’ve got many and many other stories to update; no, I didn’t forget about them; yes, I’m slowly writing them in the meantime but for the moment I needed something fresh and simple where I didn’t have to think too much.

Hope you enjoy it ^^


P.S.:  Jackson is an “Anima bella”, I can’t find other words to describe him. Protect him with all your heart

Part TwoPart Three



“What do you think of Jackson?”

You turn to the guy standing in front of you, who’s glancing with deadly seriousness, as if his life depends on this question.

Your right eyebrow perfectly curves in the exact instant he taps a white Reebok on the ground, silently pushing you for an answer, obliging you to ignore for a brief moment the paper pattern you were working on “… Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

Jackson looks at you as it should be obvious “Because the others don’t want to come here anymore and I have to do everything by myself and I can’t ask you: what do you think of me?, certain traditions must be observed.”

You glance at him shocked and the more he stays there with a dummy smile on his face, the more you ask yourself what did you do in your past life to deserve such a punishment: Jackson Wang that apparently has a crush on you.

That Jackson Wang.

Jackson “I’m the one who louds the loudest and I’m proud of it!” Wang.

And it wouldn’t be a problem if he was an ordinary guy and you wouldn’t work for the JYP Entertainment, with that little, tiny, microscopic clause that doesn’t allow you to date any of the idols working there -to be honest, even dating the guy who spends most of his time at the printer would be problematic-, and since you’ve worked hard to become a great stylist there, you don’t want to mess everything up because of a pair of deep brown eyes, a laugh that could light the entire nocturnal Seoul up and a body that would make everybody’s head spin.

Even yours, because despite everything he left quite an impression on you since the first day you put your foot in their dressing room: he wore a black tank top that highlighted his shape, baggy pants, baseball cap… And he was trying to spread Mark on the ground while his high pitched laugh cheered the mood. You still remind your chief that firmly announced “She’s _______, from now she’ll be your stylist with us.“ and them, looking at you in a mixture of uncertainty and mistrust that little by little gave way to a genuine friendship based on job: you never stepped in their life more than the necessary and they never seemed to care to deepen the shallow you showed them.

Until BamBam run into your office with a pair of ripped jeans and a curious “What do you think of Jackson?” asked out of the blue, with that smirk of his on his perfectly make-up face, that almost made you pinch your fingers with a needle.

At first you thought he was only playing around as usual –or searching for a way another to finally come out with a stupid “But what do you think of me instead? I’m cool, am I not?”, which was way more BamBam’s style-, Jinyoung casually saying “So, _____-ah, what do you think of Jackson?” some weeks later while you were choosing some clothes for his photo-shoot, made you open your eyes.

Because when someone like Im Jaebum runs so fast just to walk in the elevator with you few days later –getting almost squashed by the sliding doors- and out of breath –and dignity- asks you “What do you think of Jackson—God, this is so embarrassing I’m going to kill him, that idiot!”, it could only mean that something bigger was happening.

Like that time Mark crossed the line with an anxious “What do you think of Jackson? Today he told us that he loves how you look in this suit, you remind him of a summer day at the seaside. You know? He’s such a nice guy, really sweet, he’d make you laugh every minute and would take care of you—“  -not even he was sponsoring the new BMW car- while Yugyeom was pinching his elbow whispering something like “That’s not the plan! You have just to ask her what she thinks of him, not that he’d like to spend his whole life with her!” before disappearing with a terrified expression, aware that once back to the dorms Jackson would probably play at Mahjong with their bones.

However, their random visits became sporadic and you’ve started to think that maybe it was only a bad joke of your imagination or you may have seen something that actually didn’t exist in the first place; or you’ve probably scared everybody when that little rain of sunshine of Youngjae came in while you were almost reaching the twelfth non-stop working hour and before he could even open his mouth, you’ve shut him up with a blunt “Tell Jackson that I think he’s an idiot and if one of you shows up here once again, I swear I’ll fill his body with so many pins that people will think you’ve started to do acupuncture!”.

Now that you think of it, nobody came anymore since that episode and you slowly pushed aside the idea that maybe Jackson could feel something for you.

Until today.

He’s walked in with his usual self-confidence, smiling to all the seniors busy with some projects, playfully chitchatting as if he was a friend who was just passing by because if there’s a thing you’ve understood about Jackson Wang is that he never puts himself on a pedestal: he always treats you with respect, he doesn’t care about his popularity, he’s so down-on-earth he sometimes forget he’s an idol and should keep his distance, and he’s just so open up when it comes to people that maybe for this reason you’ve never thought he could see you more than a simple stylist: a pat on the head, random compliments, a fast hug after a concert… He does these things with everybody, how could you think to be different in his eyes?

But when you’ve been left alone, you’ve smelled in the air that something was going on: in the exact instant you’re eyes have met, you caught a flash of insecurity mixed to joy that almost made you choke with the snack you were eating.

“So?”

You come back to earth, stiffening when you see him stepping nearer “What if I don’t think anything?”

“Liar” he grins “Everybody thinks something of someone, that’s why people always try to make a good impression on others” He points out firmly and you’re actually surprised by his smartness; I mean, not that he doesn’t look smart but Jackson has always been that kind of guy who prefers to act dumb and carefree just to rise up the mood, as if the happiness of all the people who gravitates into his life was up to him “Come on _______!”

You sigh, leaning down your head “Don’t “come on” me! And what do you care anyway?”

He now blinks “Because I like you, what else?”

“You like—“ that’s now your time to blink, astonished by his pureness “You don’t even know me!”

“That’s true. But Id’ like to… I find you interesting, I’d like to know more about you…” he toys with the threads of his jumpsuit, nervously looking at you “Lately I can’t help but think about you: what is ______ doing? Is she having fun? I’d like to be the one who makes her laugh. What if she finds someone else tonight? Someone who’ll receive that beautiful smile of her because you don’t smile with everybody, you know?, you just do it with your friends and parents and it’s just so marvelous the way you sparkle—“

“You’re exaggerating” you interrupt him, going back to your pattern only to avoid his tender expression that caresses your face “I smile also when I’m with you.”

“No, you don’t. Or well, you do… But it’s different” he pulls up his cheeks with his fingers “It’s just like this, a bit fake. You’re so composed when you’re with us but outside you’re so… Vibrant. I sometimes ask myself how it would be being dragged into your brightness, that’s probably why I came here—Well, it’s also because the others threatened to kill me if I’d ask them to come here again in my place…” he scratches his hair, he really doesn’t know when it’s better to keep certain confessions to himself.

“Jackson, you’re really a nice guy but I’ve never thought anything about you, in any possible way… And anyway I’m already seeing someone–”

“That’s not true” you slowly turn to him “You’ve broken up with that Choi-Something. You’ve stopped to post pictures with him on your Instagram.”

“Since when do you follow me?!”

“Always! Well, of course I can’t truly follow you or people would start to assume that something’s going on, but I do!” he explains cheerfully “That last picture you posted is simply gorgeous, you looked beautiful under those cherry trees” He confesses with sincerity, making you blush for embarrassment “I always watch your profile before going to sleep.”

Jackson is way too direct, he says what he thinks without caring how much odd he could be in front of others or how uncomfortable you may be after his words hit you like a camion. Because they really do. You’re not used to guys who frankly tell you what there’s deep in their hearts and you’re quiet scared about it.

“That’s kind of creepy.” You admit and he resembles a lot the old you, the adolescent who followed her favorite actor or singer on social networks imagining how your life together would have been.

“I know… But it’s the only way for having you with me always” he chuckles “It’s creepy also told like this, sorry…”

You look at him with the corner of the eye, then you turn back to your desk “Can’t we talk about it later? I gotta work, sorry…” You hoped for him to go away but as seconds pass, he still stands there munching his cheeks “Jackson, you should go too–”

“Ugh! It wasn’t supposed to go like this” he loses his façade of perfect peacefulness “I should have listened to Jinyoung when he told to not be too sincere or I would have frightened you” he covers his face with both hands “Listen, pretend it didn’t happen and let’s start again!” he flaps his hands in the air “Wait there!”

“What—Jackson, where are you going?!” you roll your eyes when he runs to the door, disappearing behind it.

“Stay there!” he closes it and after a few seconds he shows up again, happily smiling at your stunned expression “_______, I like you! How about a date?”

“… You didn’t start well even now.”

“A bit of cooperation from you would be appreciated, though” He mops, falling on the couch near the wall “I’d only like to know what you think of me, it’s an easy-peasy request…”

Silence falls between you two and you use that apparent calm to study him better, as if for all this time you’ve kept your distance in all the possible ways: he’s got a particular beauty, delicate features that don’t intact his masculinity, with those brown almond expressive eyes that always speak for him, and lips always pulled up in a smile that irradiate a warmth that overshadow the perfection of his body that more than one time you’ve described to yourself as “insanely beautiful”, because you’ve got a thing for his wide shoulders, masculine arms and hands full of veins.

You like Jackson Wang, actually.

He’s funny, polite, he acts like a child but knows when it’s the right time to turn into the mature guy he is.

In the middle of most nights, when you can’t sleep and you let your imagination graze, you’ve sometimes fantasized about him holding you in his big arms, cuddling in that sweetness he honestly shows without any fear of judgment, submerged by his passion and you’ve been so curious to know if he’d really be a perfect boyfriend –as many depict him- or if there’s something else beyond those labels he keeps glued to himself just for the sake of his career.

But what if you’re not ready?

Your deep sigh catches his attention “Jackson is a one-way guy: if you step in his life once, inevitably yours will change and there’s no turn back; that’s what I’ve always thought about you…” you admit, avoiding his stare when his lips stretch in a smile full of expectations “Hence, I don’t think it would be a good idea to date you.” you now make eye contact and the confusion written on his face makes you understand he won’t give up easily

“Because I am… Me, that’s it?”

“You’re not exactly an ordinary guy, you know?”

“But I want to!” he sits on the edge of the couch “I want to try all those stuffs: sending you tons of texts, dating, putting my hands under your vest, calling you when I’m away, have everlasting talks on the backseat while cuddling—“

“In this order?”

“You know what I’m trying to say.” He responds at your giggle with a smile and you can sense the tension slowly fading away.

You give him a sidelong glance “Have you thought about the consequences when you came here? If they found out, I’m out. I worked so hard for this job and I don’t want to lose it because of you.” you don’t mean to be harsh but words slipped from your mouth against his persistence.

“Of course I did, why do you think it took me so long to finally ask you out?” he claps his hands “Let’s give us a term: if after that period you don’t want to go on, I’ll give up on you.” he puts his hand on his heart and you snort, exasperated.

“Jackson, no, I told you it’s not a good idea—“

“______, I swear I won’t put you in trouble“ he swallows, crawling fingers on his knees “I won’t tell anyone—Well, apart from the others but I have to! Jaebum has got hawk eyes and he understands immediately when something’s going on so I can’t keep secrets from them… But I promise I’ll be careful” he catches a breath and his confidence starts to crumble “I know you’re scared, I’m scared too as hell but I want to try, I want all of you—Well, not in that sense—Ok, ok also in that sense“ he stops and wrinkles his nose “What? Don’t look at me like that, I know you think the same when you see us. BamBam reads all the smut your girls write out there.”

You chuckle at his red cheeks, at his pout and at the simply adorableness he exudes with his fast speech and when he laughs back, with that face that spread pure brightness, you can’t help but feel your stomach squirm at the idea that this situation looks exactly like one of those dramas you sometimes watch during dinner and you’re actually living it.  

A dream that comes true.

However, you’re too down-on-earth to enjoy the moment without hesitations, for this reason you stay silent, studying his saddened expression.

Jackson sniffs a bit and leans his hat, standing up “Oh well, I tried…” he nervously chuckle “Now I should really go, sorry to bother you.” he bows and fast reaches the door and you realize immediately how this is your once-in-a-lifetime chance and he walks out the door, this will be just a bittersweet memory you’ll regret for the rest of your life.

“Do you have any idea how hard it will be for me?” you hear yourself saying when he’s on the doorstep.

“Of course I do, I thought about it over and over… It will be hard for me too, anyway.”

You return the gaze “How long should it be?”

Jackson widens his stare and almost starts to jump around “So you accept! Oh my—I have to tell it to Mark, he thought you’d kick me out immediately and—“ he stops when you grunt, crossing your arms “Ahm, let’s see… How about twenty dates?”

“What?! They’re too much!”

“Considering we’ll be apart for days or even weeks, I think they’re really few.” He points out without hesitation and looks at you with his Squirtle-smile, waiting for a reply.

You pause “Twenty dates, not more.”

He shrugs his shoulders “It will depend on you” he cups his face “Jeez, I can’t believe it. You and me—Ah, I want to scream so badly—“

“Don’t.”

“Then I’ll go back to my dorm, I’ll scream there as much as I want” he responds and you smile, shaking your head; he gets closer but immediately stops, stiffening “Ok, so… I’ll call you, then…” Jackson looks at you in a mixture of surprise, joy and embarrassment, not even he assisted at a miracle; meanwhile you can’t help but give him a dim smile as you watch him go away, with that last one glance that makes your entire body chill.

You’ve never seen someone so truly happy to date you.

Unfortunately, you can’t help but think that troubles are about to begin.

Future (10k X Reader)

Fandom: Z-Nation
Pairing: 10k X Reader
Word Count: 1,016

“Before all of this,” 10k asked, gesturing around at the world that had fallen apart. “What was something in your future you were looking forward to?” You and 10k were on watch together, a fairly regular occurrence as having somebody to talk to helped keep you awake (and you liked the alone time with 10k).

“I don’t want to tell you.” You murmured.

10k raised an eyebrow at you. “Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

10k rolled his eyes at you. “You were the first person to see me naked. I was the first person to see you naked. How can anything between us be embarrassing?”

“I don’t know.” You muttered stubbornly. “It just is.”

“How about if I go first?” 10k suggested, and you nodded in agreement. You situated your head so that it was on his shoulder while you waited for him to begin.

10k chuckled slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I always looked forward to graduating. And my senior year, as a whole. I didn’t have much of a life outside of school, so I always enjoyed going to school. I liked learning about history and art instead of just fishing and shooting. I played baseball, and I was excited to play on the varsity team my senior year.”

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Torn Up (Part Five)

Originally posted by wonthetrade

All righty, folks, here’s part five! Disclaimers:

I’m sorry this is a half an hour late I had some last minute editing to do and my best friend whom I never get to see wanted to facetime

There’s gonna be some Auston love coming up, but that does not mean that its going to be an Auston fic. Like I’ve said, feel free to weigh in about where y’all think this story should go, especially after the next few parts but it’s looking like this is gonna be a Willy fic! Also there is one (1) joke about how watching soccer is boring so I wanted to tell y’all that I do not think this and actually really love soccer, so there’s that.

This is an extremely fluffy chapter, because sometimes I think I can write comedy

Warnings: Cursing (y’all shouldn’t expect any less at this point), dirty jokes, Willy AND Auston feels, and definitely possibly too much baseball talk for a hockey imagine

Parts One through Four

I will admit that I got really into the game once the three of us made it back into the private box, and it was only partly to piss Mitch off. In all honesty, Mitch was the only other person in the room to actually get worked up about any of the plays on the field. The others were apathetic, either only being casual baseball fans, indifferent to the teams playing, or European, unfamiliar, and uninterested in America’s favorite pastime. Nonetheless, all present found Mitch’s and my enthusiasm amusing, and they didn’t hesitate to remind us of that fact as frequently as they possibly could.

“Watch out Willy, or we’d think your date is a female Mitch. No offense, Y/N,” Connor joked after I lamented a particularly bad call. I was getting used to the teasing tone that came with hanging out with the guys, and being compared to Mitch ceased to bother me. 

“Well, at least she’s better looking than Mitch. The enthusiasm on her is endearing,” William said, stealing a bite of my food and then immediately trying to locate a beverage. “How the hell can you eat that?”

“Why do you guys always pick on me?” Mitch lamented from next to Steph, who was giggling uncontrollably.

“You’re an easy target, man. You’d think you would be used to it by now, Marns,” Auston explained as he walked back to his seat from the other side of the box, pushing the back of Mitch’s head almost into the chili dog Mitch was holding. “For real though, Y/N, you could give little Mitchy a run for his money.” Auston also stole a chip from my pile of nachos, picking up a few extra jalapeños for good measure. After shoving it in his mouth, he sent a triumphant look William’s way before saying, “Damn, that’s good.”

“Matts, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me little anymore? It’s really insulting, dude,” Mitch pouted as Steph laughed harder. He shot her a scowl and she made an exaggerated face of sympathy.

“Tiny violins are playing for you, Mitchell,” I teased before gluing my eyes back on the field.

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capturingmyvanishingthoughts  asked:

!! Hey hey Is it okay to ask for some Domestic Tendou headcannons?

God why can’t I just write five head canons and move along like normal people? This is why I take time, you lot.




- When it comes to eating, he has the tastes of a child; his favorite food is chocolate ice cream, for Pete’s sake. He has a very small selection of food he’ll eat, and even when his s/o gets them for him, he’ll only eat a little bit at a time. It stresses his s/o out, especially when they go on dates and Tendou has to order off the kids menu.

- He always wears fuzzy socks around the house, no matter the season. In winter, he gets extremely cold, so they’re his best friend. They don’t sell good quality ones for men, so he buys the ones for women in the largest size. They have pink puff balls and bows and everything, and he has no shame. He even thinks they’re cute.

- He’s one hundred percent an extrovert, no matter how much he likes to stay inside. Tendou actually cannot function without talking to at least one person throughout the day. When he’s by himself, he gets himself down, and he always needs another person there to talk to him, keep him distracted. Besides volleyball, a lot of his hobbies occur inside, but even if they do, that doesn’t mean he can’t get his energy off of being around people he loves.

- In relations to the last one, Tendou will always have friends over. After college, I see him living in an apartment with his s/o, so he always has a person with him, but with Tendou, he needs more. Not only are his friends invited over, but his s/o is pretty accustomed to Tendou sitting in the living room with three other guys and saying, “Hey! Remember that one guy in our anthropology class in college? Well yeah, this is his drug dealer and his cousin. They’re pretty chill.” His s/o just doesn’t even… question it anymore. Tendou gets along with the weirdest people.

- If Tendou and Ushijima keep in touch after high school, I see them getting together a lot on weekends, or any other time they have off. His apartment has an extra, voided bedroom (that doubles as a study) for when Ushijima stays the night. It happens pretty frequently, he might as well just start paying some of the bills.

- One hundred percent dependent on his s/o he it comes to his health, and if it weren’t for her he would be dead. I’ve mentioned this in a lot of my head canons before, but Tendou is pretty careless when it comes to basic human necessities. Unless somebody reminds him to go to sleep, he’ll wind up pulling an all-nighter. Unless somebody tells him, “hey, are you going to eat?” He literally will not eat for days. It’s not that he’s necessarily mentally unhealthy to the point where he wants to starve himself, he just forgets. He once went three days without both food, water and sleep and his body forcibly shut down on him. His s/o had to call the ambulance for the sheer fact that her boyfriend was being an idiot.

- Surprisingly, he’s not as clumsy as you’d expect a six foot two, walking string bean to be. On multiple occasions, he’s saved many vases and house plants from hitting the floor and saved his s/o’s distress along with it.

- His apartment has lots of little succulents and cacti, he finds that aesthetic cute. He couldn’t care for a pet, he can’t even care for himself, let alone another sentient being, so cacti work just fine with him.

- He plays the keyboard but only knows how to play anime intros, video game battle music and Gorillaz songs. He’s not even sure who Beethoven really is.

- There isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t steal his s/o’s clothes. If they’re around his size, maybe even a bit larger, he’d do it a lot more frequently. “Is that my baseball tee? That I bought yesterday?” She’d ask. Of course it is. He really doesn’t stretch the clothes much because there isn’t much of him to stretch anything, really.

- On weekends, the probability of him waking up before one pm is very, very, slim. Even if he goes to sleep, it’s not until the sun rises.

- Sometimes his s/o will find him laying across the most random of places; under the coffee table in the living room, on the bedroom floor, on her desk. Times like these, when he notices her presence, he’ll ask the most odd, obscure questions any human being could ever even ponder about asking. It drives his s/o insane because “god why can’t he just join a Reddit thread instead of making me overthink like this.”

- He knows all the misfortunes of the stains on the apartments carpets and walls. There’s a blotchy brown one in the study where his s/o accidentally dropped one of the succulents off of the desk. There’s several in the living room, all a different array of reds and pinks, from dropped popsicles in the summer. Tendou and his s/o got drunk one night and she accidentally snorted pink vodka all over their white bedroom walls out of her nose from laughing so hard. They don’t share the story behind it, it’s just “modern art” for anybody who asks.

- I can’t see him as the type who would strive to have kids. If anything, he would rather not. It’s not that he completely despises them, he’s just afraid of them. He’s afraid if he had a child they’d wind up like him and he wouldn’t know how to help them. He doesn’t want to burden another person’s life by having them inherit the bad parts of him.

- He has a map in the living room with pins all over marking the places in the world he has been and wants to go with his s/o. He really just wants to travel around and meet new people from different cultures who don’t think a mess of red hair is odd. Number one on his list is Scotland.

- When he gets into fights with his s/o, they’re usually petty things like, “How hard is it to cap the toothpaste up like this? There’s toothpaste all over the counter I wasn’t aware granite needed daily fluoride treatment too” and “Did you seriously use my hairbrush again?” “No.” “Really, ‘cause I wasn’t aware that my hair was bright fucking red.” Besides that, I can’t really see anything that is worth striking a domestic argument between Tendou and his s/o.

Bar Fights and Best Friends

Words:1489
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: Reader is a bar tender who just cant seem to catch a break. One night after an all out brawl breaks out where she works, she finds herself trapped behind the counter with one of the patrons. A Patron with a metal arm who claims to know the Avengers. 
[Image not relevant, I just really liked it.]


“This is so not my day!” You huffed as a beer bottle whizzed past your head. You should have gone home four hours ago, but the night bartender had called out for their shift. Being the Good Samaritan that you were, you offered to stay. Apparently, the universe decided that the best reward for your small act of kindness would be an all-out brawl at the bar. Cowering behind the counter you tried desperately to remember what your boss had said the procedure for this was.

“You’re telling me!” A voice groaned from your left. You looked over to see a man sitting a couple feet your left. His chin was lined with stubble. His hair was grown out long, just reaching his shoulders. The brim of a baseball hat covered most of his face but you got the impression that you had nothing to fear from this man.

“Long day for you too, then?” You scooted over towards him. Both so that you could avoid another flying beverage and so that you could hear each other better.

“Long life.” He chuckled bitterly. He poked his head up over the brim of the counter only to immediately pull himself back down. “Well that’s not stopping any time soon.” He sighed. “I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you Bucky. I’m [Y/n].” You grasped his hand and gave it a shake. You were surprised by how smooth and cold his hand was. You looked down. It was metal!

“Like I said, long life.” He repeated uncomfortably.

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The Mother Series, and why it’s in desperate need of remakes

Ok, so let me just preface this block of text with this: I love the Mother series with all of my heart. I absolutely love each game so much on their own merits. Each have moments of their own that are completely unique and have them stand out among themselves that have a wonderful aesthetic and feel and Mother 3 will always be my favorite game of all time. Ok, now that we have that out of the way, let me say this

The Mother Series is inherently flawed.

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[Misawa AU] Synchronous Flowering Chapter 2

fandom: Daiya no A

Characters: Sawamura Eijun/Miyuki Kazuya

words: 7k

summary: Sometimes a twist in destiny can mean a closer bond from an early stage, and dragging Kazuya off to a small sleepy town in Nagano was probably one of the best things Rei could’ve ever done for him

Notes: I really didn’t expect this to get as many readers and as much interest as it did!! This chapter covers the meeting with Azuma and the finalizing of their goals :D I hope you’ll enjoy! THank you so much for reading this and supporting it in spite of the warnings!!


Takashima picks Eijun up at the train station on a cool fall morning.

Tokyo is something completely different from anything Eijun has ever seen. He’s been to bigger cities with his mother on rare occasions, but never anything as big as this. The city shouldn’t even be referred to as a city, he thinks irritably, watching his step as he gets into the cab Takashima had hailed for them.

It’s too big to be a city.

He’d bet just about anything you can see sky scrapers break the horizon from the top of Tokyo tower.

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anonymous asked:

A thought that has been on my mind as of late: proposals!! How would the brothers plan and execute their marriage proposal to their s/o? Would it be extravagant with loads of people involved? More personal/intimate and low key? And where? :D

I love this ask, I loved thinking about this ask, I loved writing this ask–thank youuu~

There are honestly so many possibilities, but here are some general ones I imagined them doing! I hope you enjoy them and that I was able to give this adorable hc a little justice!

Osomatsu may be careless and bit tawdry at times, but truly he’s a sentimental guy who deeply values homely comforts and cozy familiarity, so when he realizes he truly wants to be with his s/o for the rest of his life, he’s going to make his proposal as meaningful as he knows to be–which for him is something ‘close to home.’ He’s an easy-going guy, so he wouldn’t get too caught up on planning as true feelings should just come naturally, but he would spend some time setting it up in his mind so he at least knew what to do. Something like going to Chibita’s Oden cart just the two of you, then on the stroll back home while the sun sets, he stops and finally asks the question. A few people may be around, but for the most part, he just wants it to be you and him because with you, well, anywhere feels like home.

Karamatsu is man of statement and passion, so when he truly loves someone, he’s practically willing to yell it from the rooftops for the whole world to hear. Of course, even he knows this to be a bit impractical for a proposal, so he’d settle on something where at least many people were present. Since this night he’d know to be very special, he’d want to set it up as beautifully as possible and provide his dear s/o with as much luxury and extravagance as he could afford. He’d probably plan to take you to a ritzy restaurant where you both dress up and have a nice meal together. Then in his suit and tie, he’d pull out his guitar and serenade you in the center of the restaurant, finishing by going down on one knee and asking you to do him the greatest honor in marrying him. He may be a man of ‘no plans,’ but for his special s/o, he’d do anything to make them happy.

Choromatu we all know to be very practical and meticulous, so when the idea of marriage first starts (seriously) entering his thoughts, he’s already going to begin planning the perfect way to execute a proposal. He’d want things to be organized, smooth, and above all perfect, because this night was so important and he’d want everything to be just right for his s/o. He’d of course go with a very traditional approach, and because he’s a bit of a softie at heart he’d want it to be intimate and meaningful. He would likely plan to take you to a classy restaurant, then after dinner would walk you to the park where there are hopefully less people (nervous boy), and in front of the fountain he’d fumble nervously through his speech of how much you truly mean to him before slowly getting down on one knee and asking you to please marry him. It’d be hard saying no to such a hopeful and sincere expression as the one he’d be giving you in that moment.

Ichimatsu is neither a man of extravagance or words, but he is one of deep emotion and sentimentality, so when he feels he wants to be with his s/o for the rest of his life, he’d do something meaningful and private—just the two of them. Knowing Ichi, it’d be lowkey and natural, as if you were just spending a nice day together, though of course it’d be a little more special. He’d be quite nervous, but would just keep insisting on doing things with you he knew you liked in hopes of conveying how much he just wanted to see you happy. It would probably be like a day where you two go to a local café, then walk around to different places. Perhaps you go to the park, perhaps you stop to play with some strays. When the sun starts to set and you’re calmly strolling back home together, he’d stop you and would do his best to express his feelings before hesitantly asking if you’d be interested at all in marrying him. It wouldn’t be anything at all like the suave romance movies you may have seen, but he’d definitely put his whole heart into it in sincere hopes that’d you’d accept it.

Jyushimatsu is carefree and full of boundless energy. Like a child he just wants to play and have fun with his s/o, all the while making them smile and super happy! He isn’t one of careful planning or inhibitions, rather just doing things as they come freely and expressing his feelings openly and honestly whenever he feels them. If it weren’t for his brothers, he’d probably want to propose within the first month in all honesty. With their help, later on when he really was ready to take that important step with his s/o, they’d all do their best to gently urge him on the right track—careful to only do just enough and let Jyushi handle it the rest of the way, for if it wasn’t from the heart of the man himself what was the true meaning of it all? He would likely pick you up, dressed up nice and handing you flowers he picked up on the way there. After that, he’d take you to you guys’ favorite date spot where you’d eat together, joking and laughing like you always do. Then you’d both go to the park where you usually play games, but this evening was different as instead of suggesting baseball, he eagerly got down on one knee before you and with the biggest, brightest smile you’ve ever seen ask if you’d marry him. Sure his brothers helped him plan this out, but you’d know by that face that he meant every word.

Todomatsu is attentive and articulate. When he realized he wanted to propose to his s/o, he’d carefully plan out the best, most perfect proposal he could manage. He’d want it to be the picture-perfect moment, so naturally he’d spend quite some time setting it up to make sure that it was. He’d want to show his s/o that with him they’d always feel the most pampered, respected, and beautiful, and that he’d always strive to provide them with style and luxury. He’d probably buy you a really nice outfit, leaving a note to dress yourself up for he was to treat you to a perfect night. When you were ready, he’d pick you up and take you to a high-class restaurant where together you’d share a wonderful meal. It’d be once you finished your desserts that amongst the opulent ambiance and candlelight, he’d get down on one knee as ask for you to marry him. He may be self-indulgent and manipulative, but in this moment—this night and hopefully in his future should you say yes—everything would be all about you, for to him there was no better luxury than just getting to be your partner.

mindykahling  asked:

If you're taking requests, can I please get a fic of Ginny where she's Mike's daughter's kindergarten teacher?

oh, geez, Joudie. Do you see what you’ve made me do? I am tied up in all these feelings about Mike as a single dad now. Like 8000 words later and I’m still not over it. 

anyway, i hope this makes you smile!


easy as 1, 2, 3 | ao3

“Daddy, look!”

Obediently, Mike stopped, one of Maddie’s little hands still curled in his. The other pointed up, towards a wall of artwork. (Well, calling it “art” was maybe generous, but the kids were five and six. He could cut them a little slack.) He tried to follow the line of her tiny finger, but wasn’t sure what she wanted him to see. 

“What am I looking at, Mads?” he asked with a frown. 

Impatiently, she raised her arms, the imperious “Up!” left unsaid. 

With a groan—his girl was getting too big or his knees were aging too fast for this—Mike hauled her up onto his hip so she could point with more accuracy. Apparently, now that she had a better vantage, pointing wasn’t enough. Instead, she curled her fingers into his beard and tugged, like it was a set of reins and he was her noble steed. 

He really needed to stop letting the guys give her “horsey rides” if this was what he got out of it.

“Ow! Mads, gentle,” he reminded her, still moving to the right. The way she’d wanted. Geez, that was effective. 

Satisfied he was doing as she wanted, and—unfortunately—probably not because it was the right thing to do, she released her grip on him. She reached out and smacked her hand against one of the pictures. Immediately, his eyes zeroed in on the familiar, slightly shaky, handwriting of his daughter in the bottom corner. In painstaking letters, she’d spelled out “Madeline Lawson,” each letter a different color.

Honestly, how he’d missed it before was beyond him. 

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