finally someone with the courage to speak out

Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it’s been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I’m sorry! But, to make it up to you, here’s a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she’d grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.


Separate Case

||| Requested by anon, based on my BTS as the Mafia |||


Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Summary: You knew he is the only person capable of taking a request like this but there is another problem. How are you supposed to convince him?

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 963

Originally posted by milky-melon

You crouched down and blew some air into your hands in an attempt to stay warm. You have been searching for him for a few months now because you knew he is the only one who will take your request. You paid a lot of money to that guy who promised he will come through here tonight, he always does after a job. He didn’t specify the time tough, so you have been waiting for him since ten pm. You took your phone out and looked at the clock. It was half past two am. Great. If this keeps up you will actually freeze to death. You shunned that thought away. No, you’re not going anywhere just because it’s a bit cold. You slowly slid down the wall and sat up against it. You sighed and leaned your head against it. How do you even approach him? He’s dangerous, you can’t just come up to him and say hi. People associated with this line of work describe him in five words: sharp, precise, quick, silent, deadly. You heard footsteps approaching and immediately stood up. A young man’s figure entered the alley. He looked completely not how you imagined him. He was in his twenties but you expected to see an older man in his fifties or something. He stopped a few steps away from you.

“Are you… Yoongi?” you asked.

“Yes,” he just simply replied. There was silence for a brief moment before you began speaking again.

“I’m here to request-“

“I know why you’re here,” he interrupted. “Everyone comes here because they want me to take care of someone,” he outstretched one of his hands and propped himself up against the wall. “What is it? Be quick. I don’t have all night.”

You quickly took the bundle of money out your pocket and offered it to him. You have to ask him. It’s now or never. You gathered all your courage to finally say those damn words. You told yourself you will feel better later, you just have to let it all out.

“I… I…” you stuttered. You took a deep breath. “I want you to kill my father,” there you said it.

He cocked up his eyebrow at you. He looked at you from the bottom up. His gaze was intense. Only now did you feel the danger radiating out of him.

“I usually just take my money and ask no questions. I don’t care who I kill but…” he looked you in the eyes. “Aren’t you too young for this?”

“Excuse me? I’m probably older then you!” you lied, trying to act offended.

“Are you serious?” he mocked and stood up straight. “You chose the wrong person to lie to. I can see right through you.”

“Wait…” he began, as he took a few steps closer to you. Not breaking eye contact. His face suddenly became serious and you wanted to increase the distance from him but bumped into the wall. He grabbed your hands and pushed you against it.

“Are you even legal?” he started searching around your body.

“What are you doing you pervert!” you wanted to shout but he put his hand over your mouth.

“Shut up. Don’t draw any attention,” he took your wallet out of your jacket’s inner pocket. “I was looking for this,” he waved it in front of your face.

“Are you going to steal from me now too?”

He looked at you like you were the dumbest person on the planet.

“Does it look like I need money? If I wanted anything from you, you would have been dead before you even stood up from your sitting position.”

He opened the wallet and started going through your cards. He took one of your IDs out.

“A high schooler, really?” he sighed and turned the card around. He checked your birth date and smirked to himself. “You’re lucky you’re nineteen,” he threw the wallet back to you. “I will do it.”

You were so surprised he agreed, you just froze to your spot. You actually thought he will get rid of you. He started walking further into the alley but only then you realized you never gave him the money. You ran after him and tugged at his sleeve but he spun around and grabbed you by the neck.

“Don’t ever do that. I hate people sneaking up on me,” he loosened his grip and let go of you. You rubbed your neck, you could still feel his fingers. You shouldn’t let your guard down just because he agreed on the offer. You bit down on your lip and clenched your fists, your hands were trembling, you were actually scared,you can’t give him the money this way.

“And don’t do that either,” he sighed. You looked up at him, not too sure what he’s talking about. “With your lips,” he gestured at you.

You started blushing like crazy and just took the money out. At least it was dark and he couldn’t see you that clearly. You handed them to him. He took the money out of your hand, counted it and gave it back.

“You can keep it,” he said. “You will pay me back when I get the job done.”

“What? I heard that’s not how this works,” you asked him confused. Doesn’t he meet his clients only once?

“Well you’re a separate special case,” he turned around and started walking again.

“How can you believe my word just like that? I could run away with your money right now,” you shouted after him.

“Oh trust me, I will find you…” he just laughed at you, you watched him disappear into the darkness. You stood there still wondering what happened. Did you really just hire an assassin to murder your father?

Signs + Love (anime edition)

+ Just a post on signs confessing / how they react to their crush based off the shojo mangas and anime I’ve watched through my lifeless years. (that was a joke!)
P.S.
Girls: Moon and Venus
Boys: Sun and Mars
*Also dominant

Aries:

An Aries will most likely confess straight-forwardly, they’ll get angry but be okay with it when you tease them. Their hints are quite obvious when they like someone, they don’t like to play games unless the person they like is very shy. Will blurt out things without thinking and can cause them to blush. Very courageous, they don’t sugarcoat anything. If they tell you something or anything, they MEAN it. Around their crush they’ll be very playful and energetic. Most likely that anime character who always rubs the back of their neck and has a wide smile, also waves at their crush. They will show a lot of concern also, and will do anything for you, your health, and your security.

Taurus

A Taurus is very teasing and a prankster. They like to see the reactions out of their crush. Once they caught someone that interests them they won’t budge. Likes to annoy their crush and say the most weirdest things. Will sometimes take the challenge of poking your temper. It takes patience for a Taurus, they want to take things slow, because they want to see if you’ll be there for them no matter what they put you through. Can be playful flirts, and will be very stubborn with everything you say. Will most likely deny their feelings for you for a while. Can also keep things to themselves, so when they say something based off what they’ve gone through, or anything emotional this would be a big sign.

Gemini:

Hot and cold, they will be very confused about their feelings towards someone. They want to experience new things all the time, so if your relationship is just a routine then they won’t like it. Can be difficult to understand, so once they find someone who does they’ll end up falling for them. They’ll be very witty and will also be straight-forward with how they feel. Also like to learn new things, so if you rant about things you know and things you’ve discovered, or analyze things, they’ll find you very interesting. Sometimes they’ll rant about random things to their crush then sometimes they’ll end up distant. Can be very indecisive about their feelings as well so once they’ve made up their mind if they like you or not, their love attempts will be noticeable. Will look at you when you aren’t looking and act like you don’t exist but then they’ll start feeling warm inside.

Cancer:

Cancers don’t fall in love too easily, but when they do, they seek people who are nurturing and someone they can basically look up to. They want someone to text them if they’ve arrived home safely, or makes sure that they took their medicine while they’re sick. They’ll be quite shy to confess because they’ll be scared of rejection since they finally found home within their crush. They will act uncomfortable/nervous around their crush like if their blood pressure is rising up. Will plan a conversation in their head before talking to their crush, may kind of manipulate you in some type of way. But only manipulate you because they took interest in you.

Leo:

A Leo is confident with every little action they do. They’re needy and will probably be that one person who has muted everyone else’s contact besides yours (jokes). Their flirting is quite obvious, and no one could really question when a Leo likes you or not. Leo’s are loyal and will treat you higher than anybody else. Lots of spoiling even if their crush and a Leo aren’t official yet. Gets angry or starts raging when someone hurts or lays a finger on their crush. Very jealous and will deny it because of their pride. Very energetic and silly around their crush; their interest for somebody is so obvious that when they see their crush you can see their pupils enlarge. 

Virgo:

Cautious with those around them, and will observe every little detail about who they like. Will remember the little things, so when they bring it up, it means something. Straight-forward with their feelings, and it’s a possibility that they fall in love with people easily. They want someone who will help them improve and someone to be their perfect piece. They are also very picky with people, but sometimes it won’t really matter. Really cutesy and cliche. Flirts in a really sly way, where it’s a bit unnoticeable unless you already know how they act. Also quite confident, they will tell you they like you when they know it’s the perfect time to confess.

Libra:

Libras are known for being very flirtatious and bouncing from a person to another person, but once they have found true feelings for someone they’ll be very patient and understanding towards them. They aren’t prone to confessing or confessing much often to those they REALLY like, when they do so, it has whole meaning to it. They want someone they can stick to and experience a lot with, a stable relationship where the two will act like bestfriends. Will tease their crush and expect them to snap back. Can also be confusing but they just want someone who knows them well enough, someone who knows when something is wrong or when they’re acting different. The type of person to stay quiet in loving situations and start blushing. They’re all about love so any small affection will make them happy. Will act very talkative and smiley around their crush as well.

Scorpio:

Scorpios are intensively jealous and tense with their own feelings. They show their feelings in the most smallest ways. One of the signs who are very straight-forward about their feelings. Can be difficult, and will find ways to make sure it’s okay to trust you. Around their crush, they’ll give intense glares and there will be lots of staring. Very protective and caring. Scorpios are like puzzle pieces and people just have to figure them out in a strategical manner. They won’t rush into things, unless they don’t have true feelings for you. Patient and reserved in relationships. Sometimes can come off mean but that isn’t their true intention. In fact, you might notice when a Scorpio like you when they treat others differently/harshly and treat you in a better manner.

Sagittarius:

Flirty and free-loving, will definitely come off confident. They are in between being shy and being straight-forward. Will take their time to know you, and to fall for you. They also like to be charming and will tell their crush flirty jokes. Very playful and caring. A Sagittarius is very warm and comforting so sometimes it’ll be hard to know when they actually like you in any way. It’ll usually be a gut feeling with this sign. Can be very clumsy around their crush, and before they can state their in love with someone they’ll just want to have a fun relationship. Will be very talkative around their crush and start cracking up joke, and telling funny stories to bring a smile on someone they have feelings for.

Capricorn:

A Capricorn is known to be serious all the time, but once someone opens up their joking side it’s a whole new person under them. They’ll be straight-forward with who they feel but they’ll say it in a more proper way, like “I have caught interests in you.” They’ll take their relationships like if it were planned, and once they have taken interests it’ll be very slow and calming. There is no rush with a Capricorn. You’ll see a less serious side once you’ve got to know them, they like to make smart remarks and insult you in the most non hurtful way. But usually they are really smooth flirts, they know what they want and they plan on getting it. You only know when a Capricorn likes you is when they tell you.

Aquarius:

An Aquarius isn’t the type to reveal their feelings, they’re most likely to be in-denial. Can be difficult to understand, because they are very cautious to who’d they want to share their feelings with. It’ll be hard to communicate with them and have them open up about their private life. But once an Aquarius likes someone they are very considerate lovers. It’ll be hard to know when this sign likes someone, usually they would start off from being friends then slowly taking care of you, keeping you entertained, until you’ve finally reached to the point where they speak about their deep feelings. This signs takes patience and shouldn’t let their difficulty discourage you.

Pisces:

Pisces are very shy and nervous around the people they like. Apparently around their crush they can sometimes end up stuttering (source: a Pisces boy). Can be found shaking their leg too much around their crush, or will stare at them from across the room and space out in their direction. Will find the courage to ask small things about you. They blush a lot when shown affection, and will take a while and courage for them to confess their feelings. Hide their feelings a lot, but when they talk about something endlessly they really like you. They don’t want you to think they’re boring so they’ll start asking a lot of questions sometimes.

Concept

After Evan “falls” from the tree he is found by two boys, one who’s obsessed with everything 90s and one who’s plan to be popular nearly caused a computer based apocalypse. They kind of freak out at first, I mean who wouldn’t they just saw a kid fall out of a tree and probably die right in front of them, but end up calling an ambulance to take Evan to the hospital (Michael nearly gets into a fist fight with one of the paramedics in order to allow both him and Jeremy to ride with them to the hospital). Evan ends up with a concussion, some serious bruising, and a broken arm.
The boys don’t leave his side except to get some snacks, and even then only one of them would leave the room at a time. They insist on chatting with Evan, who’s a bit overwhelmed honestly, but they don’t seem to mind his one word answers or even his slightly longer stuttered responses so he goes along with it. Long after Evan is officially released the boys are still sitting together and talking about anything from video games to books to school to parents, as they wait for Evan’s mom and Jeremy’s dad to show up. Once both parents arrive (and they do wait for both to make an appearance because none of them wanted to leave each other so quickly) Michael and Jeremy insist on not only giving Evan both their phone numbers but also on signing his cast. They sign the inside portion of his cast, Michael in big swoopy letters and Jeremy with his chicken scratch hand writing, because Michael states (in an over exaggerated tone) that the inner portion is obviously the best place to sign because it’s closer to the heart. Jeremy tells him that’s really gay but he signs the cast with a smile on his face.
About two days after Evan gets home he finally pushes down his anxiety enough to shoot off a simple ‘hi’ to one of the boys. Almost immediately afterwards they set up a group chat and start blowing up Evan’s phone with corny jokes and puns, and Evan can’t stop smiling. Even though Evan usually doesn’t participate much in the group chat, Michael and Jeremy don’t care, they relish in every small sentence (“HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING MORE THAN TWO WORDS JEREMY!”) that they receive from Evan. They become the best of friends over the rest of the summer and even meet up once or twice at at a little park almost right between their two towns. Michael starts talking about his insecurities, Jeremy opens up about what had happened his previous year (changing up the story a bit to exclude the SQUIP), and Evan even tells them about the letters he’s supposed to be writing for his therapist (they had found out about Evan’s severe anxiety after they had to coach him through a panic attack during one of their visits to the park).
And then school comes around, but Evan’s a little less stressed because now he has Michael and Jeremy, and everything is set in motion. Even still gets teased by Jared (“What are you, an acorn?”), and still gets pushed by Connor (“What are you laughing at?!”), and still talks with Zoe (“You apologize a lot.”), and still gets his letter stolen (“Is this yours?”). But this time he doesn’t call Jared. Instead he calls Michael or Jeremy or maybe both because they’re always together nowadays. And Evan is freaking out because Connor has taken his letter, his letter that’s for his appointment, his letter that’s full of material for Connor (though he doesn’t think Connor would, he’s not sure why he just doesn’t) or someone else to make fun of him with. He had talked about that morning, about Connor (vaguely of course but it was still there). And he had written about, not Zoe, but Michael and Jeremy and how they were his only real friends. And isn’t that just pathetic. And he’s spilling all of this to these boys he just met a month or so ago. And he thinks he might be crying he’s not sure. But he’s definitely having trouble breathing and Michael and Jeremy are doing their best to calm him down (“Evan, just breathe, you’re gonna be fine.” “Take it slow, just take your time.”) but it’s kind of difficult to do over the phone. Eventually they calm him down and are able to get the full story out of him, or the important bits anyway because Evan is speaking so fast they’re wondering if he’s even breathing at all. They all brainstorm ideas on how to get the letter back (“Maybe you can seduce him with your tree knowledge.” “MICHAEL NO.”) and eventually they come with what they think is a full proof plan.
1. Maybe they tell Evan to go to the Murphy’s and talk to Connor. So he goes and he’s honestly terrified, not entirely because of Connor but also because Zoe is going to be there and also their parents and what if they think he’s weird or crazy and they don’t let him in and he can’t get the letter and he can’t take it to his appointment and he can’t he can’t he can’t- But he goes anyway. And stands out on the sidewalk for a solid ten minutes. He finally builds up the courage to knock on the door and someone answers (maybe Zoe or Mrs.Murphy) but they let him inside and tell him where Connor’s room is and then there’s another door he has to knock on. So he does and Connor opens it with the scariest (or maybe the saddest) look that Evan has ever seen. But he’s on a mission so he stutters out his request which might sound like gibberish but Connor seems to get the gist of it because he’s glaring at Evan like he was in the library, and Evan’s kind of scared again. Connor only speaks one word (“Why?!”) but it has Evan flinching all the same and stuttering even more, but he manages to get his answer out. But once he starts, he can’t stop and suddenly he’s spilling out everything; how bad his anxiety is, how nerve wracking his appointments are, how horrible school is, and how absolutely terrible his life is. And by the time he’s realized what he’s saying, Connor’s glare has lessened and he’s got this strange look on his face (pity?). But he doesn’t say anything, he just sighs and goes to get Evan’s letter. He expects Evan to just leave afterwards and honestly so does Evan. But he doesn’t. Instead he stays, standing in the doorway for a moment, before cautiously walking inside. He manages to push out a question (“Are you okay?”), his voice quiet but steady for once in his life. He’s not really sure why, though. Maybe he had seen something in the dark, blank room that resonated with him. Or maybe it was that look on Connor’s face, the look that, for once, wasn’t an angry one. But it didn’t matter. Because the look vanished in an instant, morphing into something even more vulnerable the second the question was asked. And maybe Connor saw something in Evan as well, something that made him trust the anxious boy, because then he was just talking. They talked for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty minutes, before Evan had to go home. Connor scribbles down his phone number on a post-it note, or maybe Evan’s cast, and they part ways. Evan sees Connor at school the next day, and even the next, and they keep talking. And maybe he introduces him to Jeremy and Michael, and now Connor has a total of three (THREE?!) friends. They add Connor to the group chat, and sometimes they’ll even drag him to the park(or the apple orchard that he talked about sometimes). The more they hang out the more they start to trust each other and start opening up. Connor tells them about how he sometimes wants to die, Evan tells them the truth about the tree, and Michael and Jeremy even talk about the SQUIP. And they’re happy. But of course it doesn’t cure Connor’s depression or anything else. It doesn’t cure Evan’s anxiety, or Michael’s insecurity, or Jeremy’s nightmares. But it’s nice. Nice to actually be able to speak about their problems. Nice to have somebody to confide in. Nice to just…talk. And that’s what they do. They just talk…..and maybe even take in the view.
2. Or maybe they tell Evan to just wait. To wait until the next day. To wait to talk to Connor. So he does. But Connor doesn’t show. So Evan waits again till the next day, but Connor’s still not there. By the third day Evan’s a bit concerned, even more so when he’s called down to office. He meets Connor’s parents and they tell him that’s Connor killed himself and he’s….numb. He’s not sure what to think, but he keeps listening. They (mostly Mrs.Murphy) talk about Connor and the “incident” (they say it like Connor’s death was some sort of an accident), and Evan wonders why he’s even there. Why they chose to talk to him about this. And then they bring up the note. A note which is apparently addressed to him. A note which looks familiar to him. And then the numbness is gone. Replaced by the usual anxiety. Because they think that that letter, his letter, is Connor’s suicide note. And he wants to explain. Wants to say something. Wants to tell them the truth. But he can’t. He can’t speak, he can’t get the words out. So when they ask him to join them for dinner he just nods. And they leave, satisfied. And he leaves, shaking. He waits till school ends (because he may have skipped the rest of the day but that doesn’t mean he wants Jeremy and Michael to), and he called them. He’s a bit more calm this time, but maybe that’s just the lingering numbness. He tells them about Connor, about Connor’s parents, about his note. There’s silence for a moment, and then Jeremy and Michael are asking question and bouncing ideas off each other so fluently that Evan is suddenly reminded how long they’ve known each other. Eventually they stop and they’ve both agreed that Evan must tell the truth. But Evan’s not sure how he can do that, he couldn’t even say one word to them the first time so how is he supposed to do that. So maybe they decide one of them will go with Evan to the Murphy’s (and of course they choose Michael because, “I’m obviously the better talker between the three of us, JEREMY.”) to help explain the situation. So they do and it goes pretty smoothly, and they’re honestly a bit surprised by how easy it was. But Evan still feels like shit because these people had thought they had a final connection to they’re son/brother (though he can tell Zoe’s not as heartbroken) and it turned out it was just some other depressed kid with some serious issues. And he tells this to Michael and Jeremy and they think maybe they can put together something for Connor? Something for people to remember him. But they’re not really sure what, so Evan suggests they ask someone, maybe Jared and Alana, or Christine (♪Christine Canigula♪). And Jeremy and Michael agree so they call them up. And suddenly they’re all working on this thing (they think they should probably give it a name) for Connor, to remember him and to reach out to others who feel alone. And Evan still does his speech, and Michael and Jeremy are so proud. And suddenly they’re helping so many people. They’re sending emails and texts and calling and video chatting to all these kids, and adults, who feel like Connor did, who feel like Evan still does sometimes. And it’s great. Because people are being found just like Evan was found and he’s so happy that he could help do this for people.

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Hi, thank you so much for sending in this prompt! I hope it’s enjoyable for you? I wasn’t quite sure about how I feel at the outcome of this piece but I still hope you will enjoy it! 


Jason presses his lips against yours, threading his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to him. You could taste and smell Jason. Your tongue collides with his before Jason finally takes charge and he pulls your body even closer to him so now you are straddling him instead.

Jason pulls back for a bit to stare at you – your hair is disheveled and your lips look like it’s about to become swollen and Jason lets his hand fall from your hair, placing both of his hands on your hip. Jason raise one of his eyebrows as if waiting for you to make the first move or to react to his challenge.

You crash your lips in to his and your senses begin to blur as you take off Jason’s leather jacket and drop it to the floor behind you. Using one hand to palm the back of his neck, you deepen the kiss. Jason takes that chance to explore you as he moves his hands all over your body, sending shivers down your body when Jason caresses your sensitive parts.

You practically purr in to the kiss when Jason cups your ass, pulling you tight against him. You can feel his hardening length and beginning to rub yourself against him, grinding your hips against his. Jason’s fingers curl as he pulls you tighter, loving the pleasurable sensation. His lips are urgent against you now and honestly, you are like a drug to Jason and sometimes he can never get enough of you.

“What the heck, oh my God, Jason,” Dick groans when he walks in to the lounge area. Jason is currently in the process of pulling off your shirt, lips attached to your hips and Dick does not even want to know what you are doing to Jason. “Guys, come on!”

Damian struts in and pauses before a frown sets on his face. “Tt.” He crosses his arms and Dick’s eyes widens when he realizes his youngest brother is in the room so he hurriedly heads over to cover Damian’s eyes, causing the latter to hiss because – “stop this nonsense, Richard, mother taught me about the bird and the bees already!”. Not that Dick would listen to him anyways.

Your face turns red and you immediately pull away from Jason, pulling your shirt back down as you stare at his siblings, mortified at being caught.

“I knew there was something going on between the two of you.” Dick snorts before ushering Damian out of the room. “Tim owes me $100 now!” Dick chuckles at the thought of the running bet in the manor.

“You guys betted on us?” Jason asks indignantly – he is still a little bit flustered at having found out but to be quite honest, Jason did not really mind that much. The only reason the two of you kept your relationship a secret in the beginning had been for the thrill – there was just something about trying to sneak around everyone’s backs to have make-out sessions or to just please one or the other.

Given how often the two of you disappear right about the same time, - it is definitely not a coincidence – Jason was sure someone was bound to figure it out too.

“Tt. I even placed a bet.” Damian shakes his head despite Dick’s attempt to make the youngest bird leave the room. “I am surprised it only took the two of you three months.” Damian frowns before turning around to leave the room. “I shall inform Drake about this.”

“Wait, I am curious now. What’s the bet?” You ask, finally finding the courage to speak up.

Dick grins cheekily. “How long it would be before any of us were to find the two of you making out and/or the likes.”

“Can’t believe you guys would bet on Y/N and I!” Jason groans in annoyance before leaning his head back. “Go away.”

You giggle at Jason’s sudden change of moods and press your hand on his head, caressing his hair.

“Next time, get a room, please. You wouldn’t want Bruce to be walking in on the both of you – I remember the last time he drilled me about wearing protection and all.” Dick reminded the two of you before rushing out of the room to follow after Damian.

You shake at your head at Jason’s siblings before leaning to press your lips against his softly. “Are you still in the mood for it or should we just go do something else?” You ask and Jason wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Maybe we can just cuddle here.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him, snuggling on to his chest. 

“Of course.”

The Gamble (Part 1)

Summary: When (Y/N) hears a conversation she wasn’t suppose to hear, she decided to beat Sirius at his own game. But will it cause more problem in the end?

Word Count: 2,242

Warning(s): Mention of alcohol? I guess? 

A/N: So, this took me longer than I expected to write and I still couldn’t get all of the story line in this one post. So there will be a Part 2. Let me know how y'all like it.

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(pre)s/o who kinda dresses up gothic and looks intimidating but is a huge sweetheart everywhere and to everyone. she just likes wearing black and white because it matches easily. how would mercy/symmetra/hanzo/genji react to her for the first time, and how would they get together? (lemme know if this isn't right, i'm on mobile. thanks!!!)

Mercy

  • Honestly saw through that intimidating exterior straight away and knew you were totally adorable. 
  • People didn’t believe her when she tried to convince them so to prove it she immediately tried to get to know you.
  • As soon as the two of you started talking it turned out you were even sweeter than she could ever had imagined.
  • Immediately fell in love with you because of how sweet you are.
  • Literally never leaves your side because of how much positivity you bring.

Symmetra

  • Is initially drawn to you because you are intimidating. She thought she had found someone like her as she is often judged for her intimidating nature.
  • Is completely baffled by your sweet nature. 
  • Is a bit disappointed that you’re not what she was anticipating but once she speaks more with you she can’t help but warm to you.
  • You are so different from anyone else she knows and one of the few to treat her with such kindness that she finds herself drawn to you.
  • It takes her a while but she finally plucks up the courage to ask you out on a date.

Hanzo

  • Admired your style as you looked quite fierce, but it was still you who had to initiate conversation.
  • 10000% was not expecting you to be so sweet. You bowled that boy right over. 
  • It took a while before he was convinced that this was really you and not just a trick. (He has had a lot of people try to kill him, don’t judge him too harsh)
  • Cannot believe that someone like you would waste your time on a killer like him. Becomes infatuated with you.
  • It’s so obvious that boy has fallen hard. He brings you lovely gifts instead of actually confessing how he feels until he just blurts it all out when praising you.

Genji

  • Was initially very afraid of you, the poor smol boi
  • When you actually speak he kinda shuts down
  • Genji.exe has stopped working
  • he found you so unique he just had to be your friend
  • Spent almost every day together, getting closer and closer until he finally tells you that he loves you.
Unfair - Part 1

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Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: 2,442 words

Pairing: Wonho x Reader / Minhyuk x Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your “boyfriend” has had a girlfriend all along. Heartbroken, you find comfort in your friend, Minhyuk, who believes you deserve better.

You shouldn’t have believed him when he said that he loved you. Was it a lie? Had it been just words? They hadn’t been just words to you. Those words made you feel safe, secure. You let your guard down and trusted him. And, because you trusted him, you got your heart broken. It wasn’t fair. Why did things have to come to this? Why did this happen? Why had he lied to you the whole time? Why had he even bothered pursuing you in the first place.

Your heart dropped when you saw them together. He said that he was going to be visiting his parents in Anyang that weekend. Yet he was still in Seoul. He was standing in your view, holding hands with a girl. You didn’t see his face, but you knew it was him. After dating for seven months, you knew what he looked like from behind. You knew the way he walked and the way he talked. You knew him when you saw him. If it had just been his friend, he wouldn’t be holding her hand the way that he was. If anything, they’d be linking arms if they were friends. But, here he was, holding her hand the same way he held yours.

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“Yes” - Dick Grayson x Reader

A/N : Ahh I am so sorry this is so terrible, I have been having really awful writers block and I have not gotten anything out in over two weeks. So I hope this at least okay-ish. Also as always thank you so, so, so much for sending in your request !

Word Count : 913 
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Your mind was blank.

Not a single idea.

It was exactly 22 hours, 10 minutes and 46 seconds till the Halloween party of the century, a number of socialites and trust fund kids that would be attending was beyond you and you already felt like you were going to be the laughing stock, the whole costume ordeal was not helping…at all.

You knew it was selfish how grumpy you were, considering there were billions of social climbers who would have loved to get into this party but it really was not your scene.

But you were doing this for Dick.

Dick Grayson…that is.

Your best friend had ever so “kindly" ( really depends on which end of the lines you’re coming from ) invited you to this shindig. You can picture that annoyingly charming smile of his, the smile he used when he asked you to be his plus one.

Of course, you could not just say no, let alone bail on him now but by god! you were far from happy about this.

Conveniently your house phone started to ring just before your mindset had a chance to decay any further.

“Hello this is y/n” you almost sang into the phone

“It’s Dick, can you buzz me in,” He said, sounding far too eager over the other line, so you quickly let him in.

__________________

Dick stood at your door in full costume. He decided that he would be committing an injustice if he did not go as Maverick from Top Gun. You were in complete shock. The costume was down to a tee and he looked great.

“You would not believe it !” he announced welcoming himself into your small apartment

“What is it now Grayson ?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Timothy Jackson Drake of Gotham city has refused to do a Top Gun costume…he said he was going as a Storm Trooper !” Dick flung his arms in the air before collapsing on your sofa.

You snorted at his antics and sat next to him, his face all scrunch up and half of his torso already falling off your couch.

“Well, I have not got a costume yet so if you have your heart set on a Top Gun duo that your wish is my command…so Goose ?” You asked.

“I was thinking Charlie ?” His eyes wandered to the side a little bit, which he prayed to god you did not notice.

“Done and dusted, see you tomorrow…six?” You smiled trying to shoo him out of your apartment hoping he had not already made himself too at home.

“See you at six” He grinned and left your apartment, long making his way down the hallway before you closed the door behind him.

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Everyone and their mother was at this party, the mayor’s kids were doing keg stands, the young wives of businessmen gossiping round the orange and black decorated bar.

Of course, Tim was there in his Storm Trooper costume, walking up to you and Dick.

Dick had a pretty tight grip on your hand you could tell he was just as nervous as you were, which was weird because Dick never freaked out about measly social events.

You would not have noticed the tight grip on your hand if he had not let go so quickly, the minute Tim made his way over and took off his stormtrooper helmet.

“y/n it’s so nice to see you and even better to see that Dick finally asked you out on a date” Tim nudged Dick with a proud grin on his face.

Dick’s face dropped instantly, He looked like he had just seen a ghost. You weren’t entirely sure if you heard Tim correctly or not.

You shot a puzzled look in Dicks direction as he mouth something so Tim, he could barely look you in the eye as he noticed your expression.

“Can someone tell me whats going on here ?” You asked before letting out a small nervous giggle.

Dick’s head dropped and Tim took it as his cue to make his way back to the party. You stood there staring at your best friend, your best friend looking fine as anything in his costume for that matter.

All you could do was smile. Did Dick like you ?, was he planning to ask you on a date…was this the date ?.

“Dick…” you started

“(y/n) I’m sorry” He finally built up enough courage to speak

“Dick…maybe I am way over my head and it’s just a mix up of thing but is this a date ?” You grabbed his hand again and made sure that he had no choice but to look you in the eyes so that you had no choice but to look him right in his beautiful blue ones.

“I don’t want to mess with our friendship (y/n) and I know I am meant to be more of a go-getter than this…but I have really liked you for such a long time-“

He stopped when he realised you had wrapped your arms around him, Your head was nestled on his chest as you squeezed him tightly.

“Oh my god! Dick” you said a wave of relief hitting you.

“So you-“

“Yes” you did not need him to finish the sentence

All you needed to do right now was sway to the party music in his arms.

you who never arrived in my arms

post-framework literally just jemma & fitz talking about the trauma because apparently that’s all I can write because I’m not okay. emotional hurt/comfort. tw: discussions of non-con & aida. 

thanks to @itsavolcano for the beta!

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All she can focus on is Fitz and whether he’s okay and whether he will ever meet her eyes again. She sits with him when he cries. She holds his hand on good days and holds his whole body together on bad days. Sometimes he opens up to her, spilling his secrets into her lap. She confesses to stabbing him; they forgive each other for what they cannot yet forgive themselves.

But this is the extent of their physical intimacy, because he never takes initiative and she is afraid to push him. She misses when all parts of him were wholly hers, when they could lose themselves in each other and nothing else in the world mattered.

Today is a good day. They sit hip-to-hip on the edge of the bed, and she tells a joke and he laughs unexpectedly. She glances up at him and sees an ache behind his eyes to match her own, so she presses her lips to his, softly and hesitantly.

That’s all it is for a moment, a gentle question and answer, a faint okay? and yes and please, until suddenly he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss, sucking at her tongue and biting her lip. Her whole body is consumed with an intense desire that tips over into an actual need. His hands skim underneath her shirt, burning a trail along her chilled skin, and she whimpers against his mouth. She reaches up, palming his cheeks to force him harder against her.

It takes her brain a second to process what she’s feeling, to understand why her hands are wet, why his ragged breathing sounds less like arousal and more like panic.

“Fi-Fitz?” she asks, tremulously, self-conscious of the way her body is still begging for his touch. She takes a gulp of air and presses a hand to her forehead. He leans over, hides his face in his hands, and chokes on a sob.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, heartbroken and furious at herself.

“No,” he says, “no, it’s me.” He inhales a shuddering breath but she doesn’t put a comforting hand on his shoulder. She’s too afraid to touch him.

She blinks back her own tears and hesitates, unsure what he needs from her, or even what changed so suddenly. “Fitz,” she tries, “are you…what happened?”

He shakes his head. He’s practically folded in on himself. “I can see her,” he says. Her stomach clenches painfully and she tightens her hand into a fist unconsciously before forcing herself to relax, hoping he hasn’t noticed.

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So I was wondering if you could write a fluffy analogical fic? I really don't have an idea for what exactly I want, I just love the ship lol - Hazelwood Anon <3

I FINISHED IT! This is soooo late, but I hope you like it anyway! Also just for the record, wrapping someone in bubble wrap will not prevent them from getting injured. Yes, I speak from experience


Logan was beginning to get concerned.

Two months ago, he had finally worked up the courage to ask Anxiety out on a date, and much to his relief and delight, the other had said yes. They had been together ever since. And their relationship was going well. They enjoyed each others company, went on multiple pleasant outings, and found activities to share together. Although Logan still maintained that kissing your opponent during a debate counted as cheating.

With all the time they now spent together, it was only natural that they would become more aware of the quirks and habits of the other. For the most part, Logan enjoyed this. He loved learning new things about Anxiety. Like the way he always had to sleep with his arms curled up around something, be it a stuffed animal, pillow, or person. Or the way he’d hum absentmindedly when absorbed in a task.

However, one of the things he’d learned worried Logan immensely. Anxiety, as it turned out, was incredibly clumsy, and he was going to give Logan an heart attack. It seemed as though every day he had a new bump, bruise, or scratch, and whenever Logan tried to fuss over them, Anxiety just waved him off, claiming he “had just tripped down the stairs, no big deal.”

Logan disagreed. Minor clumsiness would be ignorable, but Anxiety took it to an extreme that left Logan sure he was going to get himself seriously injured some day. He could not allow that to happen. So, he had come up with a list of possible solutions.

At heart, a man of science, Logan was eager to test each possibility and learn which one functioned best. He was sure that with this experimentation, he would find a way to prevent his boyfriend from getting any future injuries.

The first item on his list was simple: keep a hold of Anxiety. Theoretically, as long as Logan had a hand on him, or even was within arms reach, he should be able to prevent any accidents.

For the next two days, Logan stuck to Anxiety like glue, hovering over him everywhere he went. So far, it seemed to be working. Anxiety had almost tripped a few times, but Logan had been able to catch him each time.

They were sitting on the couch together, Logan keeping one eye on Anxiety as he carefully reviewed his notes on the experiment. Then there was a call from Morality.

“Logan,” he said, “Do you think you could come help me in the kitchen? I’m making stew and it would go faster with a set of helping hands.”

Logan hesitated. He didn’t want to tell Morality no, but if he was busy cooking there was no way he’d be able to react fast enough to any incidents.

Anxiety looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Just go already,” he huffed. “You’ve been stupidly clingy for the past two days. It’s been fun, but I assure you, we can stand to be apart for twenty minutes.”

Logan frowned. “If you’re sure-“ he began.

Anxiety cut him off, now starting to sound annoyed. “Yes, I’m sure. What’s up with you?”

Not wanting to get into the specifics of his experiment at that moment, Logan just sighed and said, “Alright. I’ll return within the hour. Please do not leave the couch during that time.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” Anxiety shrugged. “I’ve got no reason to move.”

As satisfied as the situation allowed, Logan moved to the kitchen, greeting Morality with a nod. Beginning to chop up the vegetables needed, he reassured himself mentally. Anxiety would be fine.

However, just as all the ingredients had been tossed in and the stew left to simmer, Logan heard a thump coming from the common room.

A sense of dread filling him, he called out, “Anxiety?”

“I’m fine,” came the rather muffled reply, “I was just twisting to try and reach the remote and I fell off the couch.”

Logan sighed, and pulled out his notebook.

Idea successful when implemented, but cannot be kept up continuously. Must be executed in conjunction of another solution.

Snapping his notebook shut, he adjusted his glasses. Further experimentation was required.


His next experiment required a bit of coaxing to pull off. Logan’s theory was that if he couldn’t always be around to prevent incidents, perhaps he could teach Anxiety to be less clumsy, so he could prevent them himself. His suggested method for doing so: yoga.

By increasing Anxiety’s balance and flexibility, as well as creating a stronger awareness of his body placement, Logan hoped to decrease his clumsiness significantly. The trick was getting Anxiety to agree.

In the end, he had to bribe Anxiety with promises of making his favorite cookies later, but Logan had gotten him to go along with it. Now they were both following along to an instructional video Logan had found on YouTube.

Logan sneaked a glance at Anxiety who had his head hanging down in downward dog. While Anxiety had complained the entire time, he’d still gone through the poses.

Right then as if on cue, Anxiety lifted his head.

“Are we almost done,” he grumped. “This is boring.”

“Not much longer,” Logan promised, “But don’t you find this relaxing?”

Anxiety shrugged. “Mostly I just feel stupid,” he said, “But whatever.”

Logan smiled at him fondly. “I assure you, you don’t look stupid,” he replied. “And I hope you’ll be amenable to joining me again in the future.”

“I’ll think about it,” Anxiety conceded, and from his experience with the darker side, Logan knew that meant yes. He ducked his head to contain his smile of triumph.

A comfortable silence settled between then, only broken by the instructor in the video. Logan was pleased. As a whole, he was confident he could mark this experiment as a success. But then, as they were going into the warrior pose, it happened.

As they moved to balance on one leg, Anxiety wobbled, his arms flailing frantically, trying to stay upright. And faster than Logan could catch him, he pitched forward.

Logan abandoned his mat, kneeling at Anxiety’s side.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. It didn’t look like a bad fall, but with Anxiety you never knew.

Anxiety sat up. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I’m okay. Think I might have landed on my wrong on my wrist though.”

Logan took the wrist in question and frowned at it.

“You might have sprained it,” he said, “Here, let’s get some ice.”

As they moved to the kitchen, Logan mentally revised his conclusion.

Experiment had some initial positive results, but is not an immediate solution. May produce desired results in future, but not for some time.


Logan took a breath and stepped back. There he was done.

His last two experiments had been centered on Anxiety’s actions, seeking to change them to prevent injuries. As those had failed to produce the results he needed, he had switched tactics, by changing the environment so injury was impossible.

Essentially, he had baby-proofed the house.

Every sharp edge had been covered in foam. he had installed a gate at the top of the stairs, and special handgrips on the bannister. It was perfect. Now he just had to wait for Anxiety to wake up so it could be tested.

“What. The. Hell.”

Ah, there he was.

Logan turned to beam at his boyfriend, who was looking unusually angry.

“Anxiety,” he said cheerfully, “Salutations!”

“Don’t you salutations me” Anxiety growled, “What the fuck is this shit?”

“I can only assume you’re referring to the preventative measures I’ve installed in the house,” Logan said, fidgeting with his glasses nervously.

“Is that what those are?” Anxiety spluttered, “What the hell are you trying to prevent?”

Logan’s brow furrowed. Perhaps Anxiety was unaware of the severity of his clumsiness.

“Well,” he began, “My hope is that they will prevent any further injuries to your person, by neutralizing objects that could be hazardous to your health.”

“I’m not a fucking infant,” Anxiety spat, “I don’t need you to treat me like one!”

“I’m not-“

“Yes, you are! For god’s sake, there’s a goddamn baby gate on the stairs!”

Anxiety seemed very upset. Perhaps he had miscalculated. Logan opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Anxiety spun around and began walking away from him.

“You know what, whatever” he said, turning back to glare at Logan. “I’ll be in my room”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Wait, Anxiety, look out of that-“

There was a thump, then cursing.

“… wall.” Logan sighed. It seemed his efforts had been for naught. And he doubted Anxiety would let them remain for much longer anyway.

Experiment result: utter failure.


So Logan may have been getting slightly desperate.

In his defense, nothing else seemed to be working. Having failed to stop accidents as they happened, and preventing them from happening in the first place, he had decided to to try and make sure that Anxiety would at least walk away from them uninjured.

To accomplish this, he had wrapped Anxiety in bubble wrap.

Thankfully the other side was such a deep sleeper, or he never would have been able to pull it off. So while the other had been snoozing away, Logan had wrapped his limbs, torso, and head in bubble wrap. he had left his eyes, mouth and nose uncovered though.

He took a minute to smile fondly at his still sleeping boyfriend. Anxiety was rather adorable like this. As if able to hear his thoughts, Anxiety grumbled a little in his sleep, his eye beginning to flutter. As he began to stir, his movements caused some the bubbles to pop, the sound of which seemed to rouse Anxiety faster.

He sat up and stared at his arms in confusion.

“…what?” he slurred, still half asleep.

Logan chuckled. “I’ll explain when you’re awake,” he promised. “Wait here, I’ll go and get breakfast.”

With that he ducked out of the room. he and made cinnamon roll french toast, one of Anxiety’s favorites. He hoped that the bribe of food would convince the other to keep the bubble wrap on.

When he came back into the room, Anxiety had gotten out of bed, and was staring at himself in the mirror and confusion.

“Logan,” he said, “Why am I covered in bubble wrap?”

Logan hesitated, setting the plates down. “I wanted to prevent you from getting hurt,” he said softly. “I know it seems ridiculous to you, but your propensity for getting injured is truly worrisome. So please, indulge me?”

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you,” Anxiety said, sounding resigned.

Logan nodded, feeling a bit hopeful. Would Anxiety actually agree?

“Fine,” the other grumbled. “I’ll do it. For today.”

Logan smiled. “Thank you,” he said, “Now come sit on the bed, I made French toast.”

Anxiety began to waddle over to him, but it was clear the the bubble wrap was encumbering his movements. Logan reached out to assist him, but before he could, Anxiety slipped and fell. Right into the edge of the bookcase.

Frustrated and worried, Logan pulled him up. “Any bruises?” he asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Maybe,” Anxiety winced. “Turns out bubble wrap doesn’t do much against sharp things.”

Logan frowned. It seemed this too had failed, and now he was out of ideas!

Seeing the distress on his face, Anxiety reached towards him.

“Hey babe, Logan” he said gently. “Don’t feel bad. It didn’t work, so what? I’m still okay.”

“I just hate seeing you injured,” Logan confessed, “Even in minor incidents such as this”

“Yeah, I know,” Anxiety said, “But you can’t prevent everything. And you know what, the only thing that really matters is that you’re here to help patch me up afterwords. Yeah?”

“I suppose,” Logan replied uncertainly.

“You know I’m right,” Anxiety said, no room for argument in his voice. “Now seriously, help me get out of this bubble wrap.”

As Logan began to untangle him, he turned Anxiety’s words over in his minds. Perhaps it didn’t matter if he couldn’t prevent every accident. Maybe it really was enough to be there to help with the aftermath.

Logan smiled to himself, as he and his now unwrapped boyfriend sat on the bed to eat their breakfast together. He would just have to make sure he was always there.

(He’d still be looking for solutions to Anxiety’s clumsiness though)

Hurting

Hey guys- so I had a long hiatus whereby I watched PP and occupied myself with real life. But now, I’m ready to get back into the writing groove! :D

This is a continuation of the latest episode of Grey’s, 13x12. I just can’t bear to see Amelia withdrawing and distancing herself from Owen like that on the show. And it’s really painful to see Owen hurting. I hope Omelia can have a heart to heart talk and sort things out!

 Anyways, enjoy…and my apologies in advance if my writing is a little rusty- I haven’t written for quite some time after all….:P

p.s Special thanks to dear Susie @hurricaneawelia for helping me to proofread this- you’re the best! <3

Disclaimer: This is written before 13x13 airs.

 The pepperoni pizza tasted so delicious as Amelia closed her eyes to savor its taste in her mouth.

‘ He said to tell you he’s not gonna wait forever.’ her mentee Stephanie interrupted the blissful moment.

‘ What?’ Amelia mumbled in reply, her mouth still full of pizza. She didn’t realize that she was starving until she took the first bite.

‘Before he walked away, Dr Hunt told me to tell you that he’s not going to wait forever.’ Stephanie repeated in a clearer tone. ‘It seems like he’s losing his patience.’

Amelia didn’t reply, choosing to take another bite of her pizza instead. Lately her appetite had increased, and every food she took tasted heavenly.

Stephanie sighed, internally debating on whether to probe Amelia further. Amelia was her mentor and superior, she had no right to interfere with her personal business. On the other hand, watching Amelia withdraw from Owen and avoiding him at all costs was getting painful to watch. She didn’t know exactly what happened between them, but she could see that it was eating Owen up inside. She noticed that he had this sad and worried expression permanently stamped on his face since Amelia moved in to stay with her a couple of days ago.

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anonymous asked:

Ranking of who is the smoothest when it comes to getting that date?

Going hand in hand with yesterday’s, and yet some very dramatic shifts for many of the characters. This is of course because entering into a relationship is based on wanting to and allows for the other party to ask them. Getting a date is assuming they want one and that they are the one asking.

  1. Mimi (She doesn’t ask, she makes it a declarative statement. Who the hell’s saying no to her? Besides Yuu Amano)
  2. Takeru (By the time he’s ready to actually ask you out, he’s won you over to the point you’re ready to ask him out)
  3. Hikari (Very selective in whom she chooses to date, but once she has a target she’ll smile her way through the conversation like it’s the easiest thing)
  4. Sora (Prone to get cold feet, but with a bit of courage she’ll perform admirably with good results)
  5. Taichi (If forced to find a date, he’ll be nervous and struggle through it. If it’s someone he genuinely should be with, he treats it like the most casual conversation without realizing what he’s doing)
  6. Joe (Freaks out about it, positive it’s going to go badly, finally convinces himself to do it, preps like mad, steps up to the plate… and blindly and passionately gets it out in one loud, run-on sentence)
  7. Koushiro (When he’s finally comfortable enough to speak to a certain girl, asking will read like a business proposal- defining what a date is, why she should be interested, and trying not to let on how much he stalked her Facebook. Taichi warded him away from a PowerPoint presentation)
  8. Yamato (I know, but listen- Yamato Ishida. Trying to ask someone out. Implicitly suggesting he likes this person. Trying to be flattering and magnanimous and nice. Probably to someone who isn’t throwing themself at him. Even if he’s successful, it’s the opposite of smooth!)
Why Mai is a fantastic character:

We start off with the impression, in Return to Omashu, that she’s this dull goth girl. She plays with knives, is emotionless, moans about her family, gives up her brother to save her standing, and runs off to join up with Azula. 

The rest of the series undoes this first impression in a handful of appearances.

In Zuko Alone, we see how Azula has been manipulating and controlling Mai and Ty Lee’s lives from their childhood. We see how she shames and humiliates Mai for displaying an emotion she doesn’t approve of. Later, in The Beach, we learn that she was rigidly controlled by her parents as well, in order to fit the mold of a politician’s daughter.

Those two scene explain Mai’s behavior almost completely in Return to Omashu. Mai has grown up being abused, manipulated, and controlled by Azula. Like all abuse survivors, she’s learned a balancing act. She’s learned how to detect what Azula wants, what she needs to do to escape that humiliation. Her sacrifice of her brother- she pauses before giving her assent- is a calculated move. She guesses that Aang won’t hurt Tom-Tom. She knows Azula will hurt her if she disobeys. In that moment, like Zuko in Crossroads of Destiny, she chooses herself. And of course she runs away- she’s not free with Azula, but she’s not free at home, and at least with Azula she can do something.

Frankly, those are as complex and interesting motivations (or more so) than we get for characters like Jet and Ty Lee and Suki, who don’t really get the same “bland” complaint thrown at them. But what makes Mai so amazing is that she is not a static character. She has a fantastic character arc.

I see a lot of people give Mai shit for how she interacts with Zuko, like when she says “I didn’t ask for your life story” on the boat. And what baffles me with that is that these same people can easily grasp that Zuko behaves antisocially at times because of his legacy of abuse, but can’t extend that same understanding to Mai. Of course she has trouble knowing what to say to make her boyfriend feel better. One of her only friends was abusive to her, and her parents were hypercontrolling. How could she possibly develop normal social skills. But what I love about Mai is that she clearly tries, so hard, and increasingly more so as the third season progresses. In Nightmares and Daydreams especially- I see people insult her for not successfully calming Zuko but 1) he’s clearly happier than he’s ever been before when he’s with her, despite his angst, 2) she is trying her ass off. She tries distracting him, she tries telling him that stupid meeting wasn’t worth much anyway, she tries asking him to open up. And she’s so damn happy when he tells her the meeting went well.

But I’d also say the boat scene, in her own clumsy way, is her trying to make Zuko feel better. I know from growing up with people with anger issues that I often have the instinct to defuse or derail a situation that’s emotionally heavy. It’s not healthy, but I can see it as abuse-victim Mai’s first instinct in a “my boyfriend’s incredibly upset” situation.

But my favorite part of her arc is that the girl who gave up her brother in a calculated, rational move of weights and balances becomes the girl who takes a leap of faith, who takes a stand because she loves Zuko, she trusts him, she trusts what he’s fighting for. Being with someone who’s brave enough to stand up for what he believes in and to love her, Azula be damned, gives her the courage to finally face down her fears and fight back against her abuser. I’m not a shipper, go with Zutara or Maiko or whatever, but I have to acknowledge that being with someone who cared about her and wanted to hear her, wanted her to speak out, helped her become more confident and courageous. 

But throw away all the shipping and what you’re left with is the story of a girl who has been controlled and abused all her life, who is lonely and emotionally stunted and caged. And she ends up staring her abuser in the face and telling her that no, she may be afraid but she’s not letting that control her anymore, she is making her stand. And she ends up in The Boiling Rock but at the end of the show she’s with a new family and she’s loved and she’s free. 

Shattered Hearts (Jimin)

Originally posted by sugaglos


Genre:angst

Summary: “You thought we were a thing? Be realistic (y/n).”

Word count: 997 words, 5,003 letters

Authors note: Another angst ahaha sorry.-J

(Y/n) was late once again to school, rushing to her class she quickly sat down at her seat.

 “Hey (y/n)! Late again to school?” Your best friend Choa asked, giving you a sheet of paper with notes you had assume it was what you missed.

 “Thanks what would I do without you?” (y/n) grinned.

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Minho's Girl (Minho Imagine)

Prompt:

Hi! Could u do an imagine where Y/N is Trying to help newt wt his kissing techniques so that he had more confidence but Minho & Y/N are into each other! he walk in to Newt & Y/N kissing & misunderstand everything (u can add to it maybe fluff?)TY😊

Warning:

Fluffiness

“Hey, Newt, you think you can do me a favor?”

You jog over to him and he halts.

“Hey, Y/n, what’s up?”

He attempts to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Clearly it’s been a really long day for him managing the fields. You pace back and forth and when you finally pluck up the courage to speak up.

“You know how I like Minho, right?”

“Yeah, Y/N.” He chuckles, “Pretty much the whole Glade knows. Minus Minho.”

“Well…um…I was wondering if maybe you could help me out…”

“What with exactly?”

His eyebrows knit together and you sigh.

“Well, I was wondering if maybe…you know I could practice…kissing with you?”

He looks at you slightly stunned but quickly shakes it off.

“Well I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea…I mean I could use the practice too.”

You look at him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Someone has a crush on the new girl Greenie, eh?”

His face flushes bright red and he nods.

“Yeah…she’s gorgeous. I mean not that you aren’t, but it’s just like I’m drawn to her. I’m just too bloody scared to make a move. What if I’m not a good kisser?”

“Well, lets go to the Deadheads now and test it out?”

You two move quick to a secluded spot. You could feel the nerves radiating off of Newt as he stands awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“So you’re going to make the first move, Newt. The first thing you’re going to do to her is take one of your hands and wrap it around her waist.”

He does as he’s told, resting a hand on your waist. You take his other hand and place it so that he’s cupping your cheek.

“The Greenie is probably going to like it if you press her close to you also. You know so she can feel you fully. Make her feel safe. Then your just going to press your lips to hers.”

He slowly leans in when you hear a ruffle of leaves and the sound of foot steps scurrying off in the opposite direction.

“Hold on Newt I think someone saw us. Let’s go.”

You run back and see a very upset Minho killing the fire for the night.

“Minho…”

“What do you want?”

You could tell by his tone that he was hurt.

“Were you just in the Deadheads?”

“Why? Hope I didn’t interrupt something between you and Newt.”

You rest your hand on his arm and he peers up at you. You can see that he is near tears. There is a sudden ache in your chest that tells you that your previous plan was probably not the best.

“Minho, I really like you.” You blurt out, “I was in the Deadheads with Newt because we both wanted to practice kissing. We don’t like each other or anything. Not in that way I just trust him enough to give me some input. And he trusts me with mine since he does like the new Greenie. I know it was stupid but I just want it to be perfect for the first time I actually get a chance too…”

Your rambling was cut short when Minho’s lips connected to yours. His lips were soft and one of his strong arms wrapped around you, securing you in place as he deepens the kiss. You let your hands run through his hair and you can’ help but feel breathless when he finally pulls away.

“Ever since you came out of that schucking box I’ve wanted to do that.”

You smile and lean up to kiss him again.

catastrophic affairs, truly (chapter 3)

chap 1 / 2 / on ao3


lol i know i know its been a while. also its funny bc when tea (demistories on ao3/sadrien on tumblr) released her chapter of staos i was reading it and laughing bc we used the same trope where people find stuff out through the internet. but anyways i swear that was coincidental and here is your long awaited chapter 3(a) enjoy


“Why didn’t you check your phone? I texted you, like, 20 times!” Alya says as soon as Marinette joins her in the classroom. Yeah, I saw them, but I was busy trying to set up a fake relationship with Chat Noir out of all people, so I didn’t look at them. And you didn’t call me, so it probably wasn’t life threatening.

“Uh, I was taking a nap.” Her hair is a bit disheveled, but Alya doesn’t know it’s from yoyo-ing to school as Ladybug. Unfortunately, Marinette’s generic excuse doesn’t work this time.

“Right, then explain this.” Alya holds up her phone, which displays a picture of Chat Noir. On Marinette’s roof. He’s blushing profusely and she’s laughing at him. Marinette almost screams; she’s been fake dating Chat for 5 minutes and there’s already pictures! And speculation!

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