his head is ten times too big

In Time

The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.

Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.

No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.

Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.

Everything speeds back up.

Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.

“Made it on time!”

The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.

All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.


Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.

Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.

“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.

Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe.  “I missed you so much.”

Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.

A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.

Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.

Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it! 


BTS reaction to their GF being a crybaby

Anonymous said :

HI! Can i request? If so, can i request bts reaction to their girlfriend being a cry baby? + a short scenario pls! Thank you! (((-: <3

Hi cutie~thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it >< .

Jin :

As a young girl ,one of your dreams was to learn how to drive .. and your boyfriend Jin was there to stand by and help you to get your driving license .As your hands were holding the steering wheel with nervous ,you hoped that time not to make a disaster and hit someone .. or something .You could feel how your body was super taut as the wheel began to be slippery because of your sweaty palms .

“Y/N .. try to relax !” Jin said ..smiling with admiring eyes .

“Ohhh ..say is easier than deed !” you said as your eyes were locked on the gas pedal ,so concentrated on it ,so you weren’t even looking at the road in front of you ..till Jin raised up his voice and shouted out your name .

“Y/N …WATCH OUT !” Jin’s shout blew your mind as your leg moved automatically to the breaks ,and stopped the car ,which made both of you rush forward roughly .

“you were about to run over the cat !” he sighed .

Just by staring in front of you ,your brain was off as you couldn’t find a way out of this situation but crying ,your eyes started tearing up with no control ,as his shout was repeated over and over again in your head ,and you could clearly see the scene again in front of your eyes .But the only thing that made you take a big breath to start sobbing is Jin calling you ten times before grabbing you to his chest ,patting on your head and saying :

“Shshsh ..it’s ok ..nothing happened ..everything is find ..calm down !”.

Suga :

You knew he was cold , savage .. mean ,and you knew too that he was that warm to care about you and never showing it ,but unfortunately ..sometimes you were forgetting that he never meant his jokes ,and he says them just to annoy you .

“Baby .. what do you think ?” you said ..as you walked out of your room ,wearing a new dress to show  .

“ oh ,nice ..” he said after taking a fast glance and locking his eyes back on the screen .

“What ? ..do I look that awful ?” you pouted .

“You want my real opinion ?” he raised up his eyebrow ,so you shake your head ,not that ready to hear a rough comment .

“I think you gained some weight lately “ he scanned you from head to toes ..then back to the screen .Yes you knew he was going to comment with a bad joke but you couldn’t hold back your tears ..and began to sob loudly .As he rolled his eyes and bite his lower lip ,Yoongi ran to you and hugged you tightly, then looked deep in your eyes .. wiping up your tears .

“How can’t you not to get used to my jokes ? .. I’m sorry ..and you know something ? ..you look amazing !” .

Rap Monster :

Dating Namjoon meant to be prepared for any surprising accidents ,any sudden falls ..and any unwanted scratches .One day ,you received a call from him ,as he wanted to cancel the date due to an important thing happened .

“important ? ..you usually - ..you usually say what happened ..but- .. but- ..did I do something wrong ?” you said as you imagined him breaking up with you ,just remembering that all your friends suffered from a cold boyfriend before breaking up ,and now your love canceled a date ? .. that must be the end (or that’s just what your mind told you! ) .

“ohh no babe .. I just broke my ankle while dancing .. and the doctor said not to move for a couple of days ..” he said with a nervous tone .

“you- ..you what ?” with a shaky voice you said ,trying to take a breath and realize what he just said ,maybe because you couldn’t wash away the idea of breaking up ,and now he just broke his ankle ? . Your sobs were able to be heard by the other side as you said :

“are- .. are you ok ?” ..he let out a confused short laugh .

“babe .. why are you crying now ? ..yes I’m ok ,but really ..there’s no need for crying now ! ..”

“you broke your ankle ! ” ..you said as the tears showered your face ,yes .. you lost control of yourself .

“ohh you are a real pure cutie ..what about you come to the dorm and cuddle with me ? ” he said ,trying to calm you down .

J-hope :

Your face was covered by your hands ,taking fast glances from time to time ,so you won’t get a heart attack all of a sudden .You and Hoseok planned to be courage for one night and watch the new horror movie everybody watched but both of you ,he was next to you ..biting his lip as he held the bowl of popcorn near his face ,to cover it whenever a surprising scene showed up .

“ho- .. honey .. what about we play another movie instead ? ” you said as you looked at him ,catching a chance not to look at the screen .He nodded with a pout on his face ,the background music of the scene was frightening enough to let him lock his eyes on the T.V and wait till he get shocked ..and it didn’t stand for so long till he screamed and threw the bowl on the glassy table which broke it .The sudden crush sound and his fearful behavior scared you to the death ,your screams were louder than his as you buried your face in his chest and held his shirt tightly ,panicked enough to start crying so hard .He didn’t move for a while till he realized what just happened ,turned off the movie and hugged your head ,kissing it many times .

“ohh ..we- .. we should never watch this again ,it was a stupid decision .. ” he wasn’t less scared than you ,because in situations like these ,he could be a crybaby too ! .

Jimin :

You lied your head on his shoulder ,both of you buried you bodies under one blanket ,on one sofa .It was a usual Thursday night ,you used to name it (the movies night ) cuz you are used to ! .That night ,you chose a casual romantic movie ,and you both were taken by every event in it ! .Until ,the actor broke up with his girlfriend in the most heartless way ,and as a sensitive person you are ,your imagination played with you ,thinking when this perfect lover would break up with you .You felt a sudden heartbreak ,blocked you from breathing as an emotional wave was sent into your body which made you start crying silently .

“Y/n ? ..are you ok ?” he paused the movie .

“yeh ..” you wiped your tears ,but that didn’t stop your brain from repeating that scene over and over again .

“no you are not ..tell me ! ” he looked deeply in your eyes .

“I know I would sound silly ,but will you ever break up with my like- ..like this ?” Your sobs became higher and higher .

“ohh ,you ARE silly ! ..come here ..I’ll never leave you ” he smiled ,kissed your forehead and pulled you into a warm hug .

V :

A baby Tae is a baby Tae ,and his pranks are endless ! .For the new joke ,he planned to make you afraid ,so he bought a fake jewelry similar to that one your late grandma had and broke it ! .As you were washing the dishes he stood out of the kitchen door and held the broken glass in his hands .

“I’m sorry ,I didn’t mean to ! ” he acted professionally ,as the regret mask covered his face .

“ohh babe ..what happened ?” you dried your hands and went straight to him ,too look with shocked eyes at the shiny purple broken crystal .

“ohh my God ! ..why ?” you held the peaces and started sobbing super hard .

“ohh she would be super angry up there ! ” he waited a minute before putting the real necklace on the fake one .

“don’t lie .. I got you this time ! ” he said with a boxy smile and loud giggles .You kept staring before starting all over again ,but this time cursing him with tears all over your face .He looked with wondering eyes as you made your way toward your room .

“she overreacted ! ..how am I supposed to make it up now ? ” he pouted as he planned to let you calm down before apologizing .

Jungkook :

Jungkook stared at you in utter confusion as you cried over the death of your Sim character. He chuckled to himself as you begun to whine about it, how could you cry over something so simple was a mystery to him.  

“Can you believe that she died?” You turned to him and he froze, he hoped he was about to say the right thing .

“No, I can’t” he would creep out of the room laughing to shelf hoping that you would eventually stop crying .

GIFs are not mine .

Requests : closed !

thanks Admin A >< .

-Admin K .

Boyfriend Shownu

Anon: Hi I’m happy you’re back :) could I request a dating/boyfriend shownu thing?

Originally posted by wonkyuns

  • a shy, modest boyfriend
  • he’s very careful about touching you
  • it takes weeks of dating before he even holds ur hand and even then he treats it like a spectacular milestone,, blushing and smiling softly
  • it will take him a while to be truly comfortable with skinship,,, even when he really wants to touch you, he’s too shy
  • once he’s comfortable, you’re pretty much always in contact; sleeping on his chest, him laying his head on your lap, fondly playing with your ears, squishing his cheeks against yours
  • his body is the greatest thing to sleep on
  • you have to fight minhyuk off for that right
  • he’s like a teddy bear, so big and warm and he’ll stroke your head or rub your back and hum sometimes to help you fall asleep
  • back hugs
  • where he rests his chin in the crook of your neck and giggles at the other boys’ antics or just whispers sweet nothings to you
  • he’s so respectful
  • your aunt loves him the most, always swearing that if she were “just ten years younger ;)” and squeezing his biceps when he visits. she swears she’s just joking but you caught her checking him out too many times …
  • all the compliments and attention hell even ur granny wants a piece of him make him smile his eye smile and blush and he shyly hides behind you
  • although he’s generally quiet, he can nag a lot
  • only out of love, though
  • if he’s not around, he rings you in the morning to make sure you’re up or to wish you luck with your job interview/presentation/etc
  • also sends texts to remind you to take your vitamins/medicine/drink water/eat right/take the meat out of the freezer, etc … he’s such a dad
  • texts you good night too
  • and sends video updates that are just him with cute filters until one of the boys takes over (all are guilty of this but ESPECIALLY minhyuk who’s just hyper and wants to tell u about his day)
  • actually, though, let’s go back to that dad comparison
  • bc he really is such a dad
  • he’s just a loving, typical dad that nags sometimes but ultimately loves his kids
  • but he’s ALSO Daddy too so ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • likes to take care of you, in and outside of the bedroom
  • you’re always his main concern; that you feel good, that you’re mewling his name while running your fingers through his fluffy hair, that you’re fulfilled
  • he loves when you wear cute, frilly things
  • but sexy outfits aren’t unwelcome either
  • money isn’t an issue when it comes to you so he’ll buy you the most luxurious, sexy outfits then take you to a fancy restaurant, his hand on your thigh and *cough* sometimes higher, under the table
  • only if you’re alone though
  • if it’s a “family” meal, with either your actual families or the boys, then his hands are neatly folded on his lap unless eating, with elbows off the table :)
  • so mannerly
  • also the type to surprise you with flowers
  • and always brings a gift when he visits your family, usually a bottle of wine or maybe flowers too
  • tickles your sides
  • looks so damn good with kids like
  • holy shit I need me a freak like that
  • you’re the type of couple that will get married young and have at least one child before turning 30
  • he often takes your younger cousins/siblings to the park, or the cinema and amusement parks
  • probably takes them to disney world too, depending on his schedule and how sneakily he can do it bc
  • although the “scandalous relationship” was revealed only weeks into dating, he can’t exactly be open about it. there are still many fans against it and the media doesn’t react kindly to an idol dating so
  • he didn’t want to thrust you or your family into the spotlight, only to result in negative attention
  • tbh, even if he could, he wouldn’t
  • his private life is, well, private and personal and he’s not the type that would arrogantly flaunt that no matter how cute u are together
  • he would like to post the occasional couple selca but he’s content with just keeping them on his phone, to look at when he’s lonely and tired backstage and the stylist is beating his face to hell and back
  • everyone working for Monsta X is aware of you,, he doesn’t exactly hide the dopey smile he gets when your name is mentioned
  • the boys were weary of you at first, which is only natural
  • they really love their friend and leader, wanting only the best for him
  • were you using him? were you a bad person? did you truly love and appreciate him for his kind heart and pure soul? only when you prove that you’re good enough, will they trust and accept you
  • now it’s a joke between you all
  • “hey, remember that time when we didn’t like u? lol what a crazy time”
  • they only accepted you after shownu was having a hard time
  • between monsta x promotions and filming for Lipstick Prince and managing personal and private life,, hyunwoo was getting run down and although he would never say it, he felt so tired and upset
  • and that’s when you surprised him with his favourite coffee and snacks back stage
  • you weren’t supposed to be there, let alone bring food (they were “dieting” bc there’s nothing wrong w extreme diets and affecting your health apparently :) :)) so you texted wonho to ask if he’d sneak you in
  • the boys watched as your presence brightened hyunwoo immediately and he had that eye smile with his cheeks bunching by his eyes and his teeth all on display
  • that’s when they knew they liked you, that you deserved him
  • and now they’re just trash for your ship
  • “when you get married, can I be best man?” - Wonho
  • “can I be godfather to the kids?” - Kihyun
  • “can I be the little girl that throws flower petals?” - Jooheon
  • hyunwoo can seem like just a shy, awkward bean but he’s so much more than that. he’s loving and hardworking and once he loves you, he would move the stars themselves just to make you happy
  • your future will undoubtedly be a happy, content one. he’s an old fashioned marriage-then-kids-then-pets (a Labrador to start with probably, maybe a cat too and fish and a hamster eventually) kinda guy and it may seem simplistic but nothing about the immense love hyunwoo has for you is simplistic

anonymous asked:

Sterek 73?

73. “I wrote you a song.”
Also on ao3

Stiles was tipsy, he hadn’t meant to get that way, but he was nervous. It was his big night, his first solo record release party, but he wasn’t in the partying mood. 

He knew that he should be mingling, chatting with some of the A List celebrities that Lydia have gotten to the party, but instead he was sitting at the back of the room with a bottle of Jack in one hand. He felt like he was still a new kid on the scene, standing at the back of the room to avoid talking to strangers. 

The thing was, he looked every bit the rockstar that he was suppose to be with his artfully mussed hair that made him look like he had spent the day having sex, his jeans that were sinfully tight, his black button down was unbuttoned to show his patch of chest hair, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. 

He looked the part and he was tipsy enough to try to play the part, but he knew if he tried to stand up from his spot on the floor he’d fall over and he’d probably say something stupid to the likes of Erica Reyes or Kira, no last name, the two ethereal pop goddesses that Lydia had managed to get in attendance.

“Hey,” A familiar voice said from above Stiles and he closed his eyes. There was no way Derek was here, they hadn’t spoken in months. Stiles didn’t look up, he was sure he was hallucinating. Maybe he had had more to drink than he thought  

“Stiles, can you at least look at me?”

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NCT Taeil, Hansol, Johnny, Taeyong & Yuta's ideal type (appearance)


Anon: Hello!! Could you do an ideal type (personality and looks) for NCT U?? I love your blog by the way

Hi! I know you asked for NCT U but I’ve decided to eventually do all the members and doing them in age order makes more sense and is easy to keep track off. Remember this is just my opinion and is definitely not accurate.

Also, thanks for everyone who has been sending in very sweet messages and supporting me! I’m eternally grateful and I can now happily say I’m off hiatus! I’m spending today updating my masterlist, and there’ll be a few posts today and I’ll schedule some for the next few days :-)

Tell me if you want the next 5 (Kun, Doyoung, Ten, Jaehyun and WinWin)!

Ideal type (appearance)

Ideal type (personality)


Originally posted by xehunted

Someone short, pale and petite. He’d want to be able to pick them up and twirl them around. Someone who was short enough that he could rest his head on their head and kiss their forehead all the time. Probably someone Korean, and with pale and healthy skin. Someone whose style is feminine and has a lot of pastel colours and layers. Would find short hair cute and attractive and big eyes would intrigue him a lot.


Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Someone preferably Korean, although he’d be open to other Asians who could speak Korean too. Probably someone mid-height to someone tall, but still short than him. Appearance in general wouldn’t concern him much, as long as your personalities matched. But, he’d definitely find long, silky hair attractive and would like playing with it. Someone who wasn’t overly feminine and wasn’t overly tomboy-ish, but had a certain grace and elegance to them.


Originally posted by taetohan

Someone striking. Whether that was their skin, hair, style, height, eyes, clothes etc. Would find tanned and dark skin exotic and beautiful. Someone with cat-like eyes and a high cheekbones. Like Hansol, someone fairly tall, who could attract attention just by their appearance. Would like if they could wear jeans and a top and still look as if they could jump onto the catwalk at any minute.


Originally posted by nctinfo

Someone mid-height and would be willing to date any ethnicity as long as they could still communicate easily. Someone with a very sharp face - high cheekbones, upturned nose, visible jaw line - would attract him and would match his facial structure well. Would think skirts and dresses with sneakers or boots were attractive and meant that they were feminine yet also practical and not overly feminine.


Originally posted by neotechs

A short girl/boy with a “cute” face but “sexy” body. Would like if their body was slightly toned from sports, because it would mean they’d share some interests. Someone who speaks with a clear and formal-sounding voice but could joke around and tease him. He’d like it if they could wear tight clothes or baggy clothes well. Tight and brightly coloured clothes would intrigue him and baggies and darker clothing would show that they could look good in anything and everything.

anonymous asked:

prompt: single parents? for whatever ship you like~

For those who have been stalking me long enough, you will be aware that I WAS writing a single dad au a few months back. Unfortunately, due to some issues with story development, the story has been put on hiatus for a questionable amount of time. I apologise for anyone that has been looking forward to the single dad au.


Yuuri held back a sigh as he stared at the sign in front of him.

‘Elevator Out Of Order’

It was the third time this month that the elevator had been out of order, which is saying something seeing as it was only the second week of the month.


Yuuri turned his gaze to the blonde-haired boy standing next to him, who was glaring at the sign with the utmost hatred.

“Sorry, Yurochka, seems like we are taking the stairs,” he told the boy while herding him towards the stairs.

“But papa,” the boy whined but started climbing the stairs. He couldn’t blame the boy, they lived on the seventh floor, which meant there was a lot of stairs to climb before they were home and after a day of hard training, he wanted nothing less than to avoid climbing stairs.

With a sigh, he followed his son up the stairs, balancing not only his workout bag but also Yuri’s schoolbag and the groceries they had gotten on the way home.

He still couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he was in Russia. In Russia doing ballet with an adorable five-year-old son.

If someone had told him when he was fifteen that he would be a professional danseur in Russia with a son born from a drunk one-night stand in less than ten years, he could have laughed and shook his head in disbelief, but here he was.


He blinked and glanced down at Yuri, who stared up at him with big green eyes.

“Papa, you don’t look well,” Yuri told him with a frown.

“I’m fine,” he insisted with a soft smile. Sometimes his little Yuri was a bit too observant.

If he was honest, he wasn’t fine. His feet were killing him because he hadn’t had time to ice them at the studio because he had been running late to pick Yuri up. That and he hadn’t eaten today because there hadn’t been any food to spare. Living between pay checks was hard, especially during the last couple of days before he got paid.

He just needed to get home. Then he would have one of the apples Yuri had begged to get and ice his feet before he got started on the household chores.

Just a couple more stairs.

Just a few more and he would be home.

“Papa? Papa? PAPA!”

The next thing he remembered was the soft feeling of a bed beneath him which confused him. He had been climbing the stairs to their little apartment last time he checked.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring at the blur ceiling above him for a moment.

He shot upright when he finally noticed that he wasn’t staring at his ceiling. The ceiling was a soft blue colour, rather than the white he was use too.

He was greeted by large brown poodle, who had been lying beside him on the bed apparently.

He stared at the poodle for a moment before glancing around the room, trying to figure out where he was. He spotted his glasses almost immediately and slipped them on to help him take in the room.

He didn’t recognise anything in the room. He jolted when the door to the side opened and Yuri’s little head popped into the room.

“Papa!” Yuri gasped before running into the room and pouncing on him.

“Yuri!” he said in a panic as he caught the boy before he hurt himself or him, “What have I said about running inside?” he said while cuddling the boy tightly to his chest.

“Papa! You fainted in the hallway!” Yuri informed him with a frown on his little face, “You said you were fine but you weren’t!”

“Yurio~” a new voice called out, causing him to glance towards the door which Yuri had left open on his rush to get to him, “We agreed to let your dad rest.”

Yuuri stared at the man in the doorway in surprise. He was staring at Victor Nikiforov, THE skating league, Victor Nikiforov.

“Hi,” Victor said while waving at him, “I’m Victor. I live three doors down from you and I just so happened to be coming home when you fainted.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out before he could stop himself, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he cuddled Yuri a little tighter.

“No, no, you are fine. You seemed like you needed a break,” Victor chuckled with a wink. “Now, dinner is ready. I’m not letting you leave until you have eaten!” Victor told him before exiting the room.

He sat there in shock for a moment before glancing down at Yuri who was holding onto him tightly.

“I’m sorry, Yurochka,” he said gentle while leaning down to plant a kiss on top of the boy’s head.

“Victor has been really nice,” Yuri told him, “Though he is gross for having a dog.”

Yuuri blinked in surprise before letting out a chuckle of amusement.

“Well, let’s go see what Victor made for us?” he offered while letting go of the boy and helping him off the bed.

“Victor said you were very pretty and I told him that you weren’t pretty because girls were pretty and you’re not a girl.” He stared at the boy in confusion for a moment before feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Oh, really?” he asked while getting to his own feet. He wobbled for a moment before following his son out of the room and towards what he assumed was the kitchen where Victor was waiting for them with food.

Victor Nikiforov thought he was pretty?

Victor Nikiforov thought he was pretty and knew he had a son?

Geez, what was his life going to turn into now?

Skater Next Door AO3

Skater Next Door AU


“You stay close to me” Luke said as you placed your helmet on your head. You and the rest of the blue team were getting ready for capture the flag. Luke had insisted on you coming with him.

“If you say so” you said fumbling to fix your armour that was ten times too big for you. Luke couldn’t help but smile at how cute you looked.

“You’ll do great” he assured lifting you helmet so you could see his face. You smiled back at him brightly.

46. im in love... shit

starlord x reader

Requested by: @summertime-nd-butterflies

Originally posted by starlvrd

Days and nights truly had no meaning whatsoever in space. Instead, you divided your time into hours and places. With all the different timezones getting thrown around, life was just easier to say things at the time (according to the place you were at in the moment) and the name of the place you were.

For instance, you met a self-proclaimed “legendary outlaw” with the title “Starlord” at Knowhere, at about 1500. Upon first glance, you were taken aback by his confidence and outwardness. He joked openly about… well, anything, and didn’t take much notice to you, the self-proclaimed legendary nothing-in-particular. You owned the title proudly, and sat back in your seat and watched the empty-minded aliens drunkenly punch each other and screech in different languages.

He was just another person. A diamond in the rough, perhaps, but you had seen many of those pass through, and most of them ended up the same way; they were too outward or too “funny” and got their ass handed to them, quite literally, and never made it passed the golden age of 27. Of course, he was something special, though you’d never admit to anybody who asked, but you tried not to linger on it, because in this life, lingering only led to hurt and hurt led to… well, hurt led to a great-big downward spiral of pain and never-agains.

“You look bored,” he said, suddenly right in front of you.

You jumped, eyebrows raised as a lump formed in your throat. You looked up at him for a moment, angry at how you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Or rather, lost in your thoughts about another person, who was now right in front of you- and, oh, god, you still weren’t saying anything.

“Lack manners where you come from?” he chided, pulling up a rusty old chair next to you and taking a seat.

You took in a breath and shrugged. “You took me by surprise,” you said softly, your eyes gently grazing his face, his stubble, his eyes, his everything.

He smirked. “Sorry, then. You’re a pretty face-” he said, but quickly took in a sharp breath, “pretty, uh… pretty new face,” he hurried.

You chuckled. “Maybe to you, but I’ve been around here for a while now. I haven’t seen you, either.”

He shifted, leaning back slightly. “Well then I guess it was about time we met,” he said, reaching out a hand for yours, “I’m Peter Quill, legendary outlaw, though you may know me as Starlord.”

You let your hand fold around his, small and soft. “No, actually I haven’t heard of you.”

His expression faltered for a second, but he quickly reclaimed his overbearing confidence. “Well now you have.”

“I suppose,” you said, suddenly bored.

“And what about you? You have a name?”

You thought for a moment. You glanced around, and sat up straight, your hands folded over your stomach. “Y/N,” you said, meeting his eyes with your own, “I am merely a speck of dust surviving in a universe infinitely too big for my tiny mind to comprehend.”

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Jealous (Zelo x reader)

Requested by: a cool anon 

Word count: 5.8 k+

Genre/warnings: mainly fluff, with hints of angst (is that a thing?) ❤🔥

Summary: Junhong’s away on tour.. again. You’d gotten used to the lack of attention he gives you whenever he’s away, but what kept you on the edge was this mysterious girl that kept appearing in his Instagram posts every so often. As jealousy got the best of you, you decide to throw away your title of “the never jealous girlfriend” and show him exactly how you felt, acting forwards him the same way he acted forwards you whenever he was jealous. When the real reason behind the pictures was revealed though, you felt slightly stupid and amused because of your behavior, but at the same time simply couldn’t believe how much of a weird and beautiful person inside and out Junhong was for doing something like that.

(A/N) I swear, the Zelo scenarios keep getting longer and longer. This was originally supposed to be more on the angsty side, but it ended up being like that just for half the scenario, turning into fluffly fluff at the very end. It’s long, but it’s worth the read. Enjoy!

Slight anger started boiling inside you as you looked at the picture Junhong had posted on Instagram a few hours ago. You sat down in the living room, switching on the television just to find one of those “calm & chill music” livestreams on YouTube, and tossed the remote aside, knowing that what you just did was in reality beyond useless, as you wouldn’t pay any attention to the music or the calming effects of it anyways.

You trusted Junhong with your whole heart, but there was something about that girl in the picture that you didn’t like. You trusted him, but you didn’t trust her.

She was standing a little too close, and the way she leaned her head on his shoulder got your nerves tingling and your heart clenching. Oh god, and those ear-to-ear smiles they both had plastered on their faces. You were sure that in between pictures she looked up at him and laughed, blinking her eyes ten times more than Junhong, who already blinked ten times more than a normal person, and pinching his cheeks, telling him how cute he was.

You sighed and leaned back in the armchair, taking a big sip of your tea. You flinched and whined at the sudden pain, as the still way too hot beverage hit the back of your throat, sliding down it painfully slowly and burning your insides in the process.

“Nice.. Just what I needed, a burnt tongue and throat…” you muttered under your breath and placed the cup down on one of the armrests, slamming it a little too hard.

It wasn’t your fault you felt this way. Or was it? You weren’t really the jealous type, as you were aware Junhong had to communicate with tons of girls every day, but that was mainly because of work. The girls he met outside of work didn’t bother you usually, because you knew them more or less and were aware they were just good friends. Over all, even Junhong praised and thanked you for not being a jealous type, but you were about to give up your title of the “never jealous girlfriend”.

You didn’t know who she was, and you didn’t really want to know. You just wanted her to lead a good life, but somewhere else and not here, by Junhong’s side. She has been in quite a few of Junhong’s pictures over the time he was away on tour, and they always looked like they were having the time of their lives. And the comments under the pictures that always said something among the lines of “is that your girlfriend?” or “they look cute together, goals” didn’t make it any better.

You sat there, conflicted between wanting to smash something except of your already smashed heart against the wall and wanting to cry. Why were you acting this way? You didn’t quite know, but you didn’t like it.

Junhong texted you rarely, and called you only occasionally while away. You figured he was busy, and slowly were learning to deal with it, but it was more than just hard. When he was present, he clung onto you, and wanted to spend a lot of time with you. He made sure to hang out very often, and was always happy to see you. He became a different person every time he left for tour though, stating that if he’d distance himself from you, he’d maybe miss you less. You tried to understand his point of view, but still always felt a little hurt and left alone by this sudden valley in between of you two. He thought about how to make it easier for himself, but never thought that you’d feel alone if he simply left you this way. He probably wasn’t aware you felt like this, because you’ve never talked about it, but you sure wanted to talk once he came back home from tour. Hell, you’d have to talk about many things once he came back.

You hated knowing that he liked to spend a big amount of his free time with a girl you didn’t even know about instead of calling or texting you. You didn’t want him to do it every free second, and you didn’t want yourself to be the only person in his life. Controlling him and his free time was the thing you wanted to do the least, but you just couldn’t help but feel sad when you saw him reading your texts but never replying at the times he seemingly spent with her, and while he was off having a good time without you and filling his Instagram with pretty pictures of him and the girl, you couldn’t help but feel lonely as your Instagram was empty, because you had nothing exciting to post.

Not that you ever posted pictures with him, no. That was out of question, as officially Junhong was a free man, and your relationship wasn’t meant to get public anytime soon, although it should have already long ago.

When he met you, it was bloody obvious from day one that he had taken a liking in you, as his personality would change to a 180 degrees when he was around you, sending anyone who knew him well off laughing at how bad he was at hiding his feelings. You eventually noticed as well, and started giving hints that you felt the same way. God, he was soooo slow at catching onto them and understanding them, but once he did your relationship kicked off and has been going strong ever since. At first everyone saw you as a temporary thing, and no one really thought you’d stay around for too long. He had busy schedules, and so did you. He had a career to maintain, and so did you. Too much going on in your lives to lead a successful relationship, or so they thought. The company was quite against it, but allowed it since they thought it would end soon enough on it’s own. All they decided to do was to tell the both of you to keep it a secret.

Days passed, then weeks, and then even months. It’s been more than two years already, and now you were considered a permanent and never-fading detail of Junhong’s life, but the public still didn’t know about your existence. You liked the quiet life, but what you didn’t like was Junhong hanging out with another girl as much as he did and the public assuming things. It just fueled your hated for the stranger, as she got called his girlfriend by people who knew less to nothing, and even news sites were making questionable gossip articles, including her face in all of them. “B.A.P’s Zelo rumored to be dating,” or “B.A.P’s Zelo’s potential girlfriend - could she be the one mentioned in his verses from the last comeback?”… Hell, if they knew. He was dating for God knows how long already, and all of the lyrics were about you, as he’d written them while lovingly staring at you from across the room in late evenings, trying to express all of the emotions and feelings he had for you to the best level he could.

Your phone that was on one of the armrests suddenly buzzed, and you jumped a bit, almost knocking the tea mug over.

“I swear, if it’s you.. Oh yeah, it is,” you said through gritted teeth, picking up the phone to see Junhong had texted you, “first you act like I don’t exist and then you make me knock a mug down. Well, almost, but it still counts. Thanks.”

The message was one of his standard ones, and you read it out loud, trying not to sound too pissed off.

“Hey. Had a great show tonight. How was your day? Facetime at 11?”

“I’m busy,” you simply replied and cursed as you saw he had read it immediately and was typing up a reply right away.

“Busy? Are you out with somebody? Who?”

“Friends,” you typed and hit “send”, feeling the need to walk a few times to the kitchen and back, just to calm your nerves.

“Wow, as if I hadn’t figured THAT out already, I mean, who exactly? ” his tone pissed you off even more. How could he be so sarcastic to you? And, on top of that, he wanted to know who you were with, but never explained anything about who he hung out with.

Junhong, despite denying it, could get jealous very easily. You’ve had little arguments about it every now and then, and he always told you he’d work on his behavior and he’d change, but he never did. Him being pissed off whenever you went out with a group of friends that also featured some guys in it, and him acting cold forwards you afterwards. It happened every now and then, and, even if you knew he was just worried about other guys laying their eyes on you, you didn’t like the fact that he thought it was okay to act that way forwards you. You could play that game too, and in fact, you really felt like it right now.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, of course it does! C'mon, tell me,” he bugged you.

“I told you already. I’m busy, talk to you later,” you typed back, ignoring the stream of messages that followed. You felt quite tired, and knew it was time to go to sleep as you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Your phone kept buzzing, but you couldn’t care less as you silenced it and put it on your nightstand, screen-down so the constantly lighting up screen wouldn’t disturb your slumber.

In the morning you woke up to find some of Junhong’s last hopeless attempts to get your attention in the form of texts, but apparently you had ignored them all.

“Oh well, how does that feel, Junhong-ah?”
you asked the empty room as you started reading the load of texts he had typed you.

He was angry at first, demanding an answer and showing off his jealousy to the fullest, making you laugh at the fact that he didn’t even know that you were actually sitting home alone and sipping tea all evening instead of having a night out with friends. Then he started feeling worried about you, simply because you hadn’t answered in a while. Any other day you’d feel happy about the fact he worried about you, but now you didn’t quite care as you still felt like he was demanding too many explanations and not giving any himself. And then, out of nowhere, apologies for sounding harsh and sarcastic started flooding out of him, and, as he saw that it’s been quite a long time since you’d last been online, he gave up with a last message that said “Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry, have fun.”

“Sweetheart..” you scoffed a little as you got out of bed and started preparing for another hectic workday.

He called. Twice.

The first time you really didn’t notice as you were busy with an assignment at work, and the second time your hand “accidentally slipped” and you put the phone away, silencing it in the process.

Why aren’t you answering??” you read Junhong’s text out loud when you took a glance at your phone a few hours later, and smirked as you placed your phone on the table and waited. The next message popped up after exactly 4 minutes.
“You saw my message, why aren’t you answering?!” you were sure he was on the edge at the other end of the line, and, while you didn’t want to entirely ruin his day, you couldn’t help but still be salty about the situation.

“(Y/N), goddamnit, what’s up with you?!”

“Nice way to start up a conversation by screaming at me,”
you typed and leaned back on the chair, fiddling your phone in your fingers until you got the reply.

“Then answer me!!”

“I just did, can I continue working now?”

The same as yesterday, you decided to give him the silent treatment as you didn’t want to fight with him all the time. Were you acting stupid? Maybe, but you didn’t care. You wanted to show him how you felt whenever he got very cold forwards you and didn’t talk to you for days until he had calmed down enough. Also, you lowkey hoped he worried about you and went over a thousand different possibilities of what he had done that made you act this way.

The true identity of that girl was still a mystery to you, and it bugged you. He was probably sitting with her right now, telling her how his girlfriend was acting cold forwards him even though he hadn’t done anything bad to her, and she was probably holding his hand and giving him encouraging looks, puckering her lips and leaning closer every damn second. Ew, such a vivid image. Why was your brain doing this to you?!

The next few days continued with minimal back-and-forth sarcasm and slight angst from him, and a lot of ignoring and telling him you’re busy from you. It wasn’t until a week later when your phone started buzzing again, and you almost didn’t pick up, until you remembered that one of your friends said she’d call sometimes this evening. Your hand reached for the device and you quickly glanced at the caller ID.

“Youngjae?” you asked yourself as you felt your whole body freeze a bit. It must be Junhong-related, right? Youngjae never called you out of the blue, so it had to be. Did something happen? A million thoughts crossed your mind, and none of them were good. None of the scenarios you imagined had a positive outcome, so instead of debating you picked up the phone, nervous to know the real reason behind his call.

“Hey, Youngjae,” you told him as you picked up.

“(Y/N), thank God, I thought you wouldn’t pick up. Hey, Junhong-ah, she’s on the phone, come here!!” he screamed and your eyes widened. A mouse trap, you should’ve known.

“I thought you had more dignity than this, Youngjae. Let us settle it on our own,” you told him.

“Settle what?! (Y/N), explain what happened, I don’t even know why you’re mad!” you heard Junhong scream through the phone, and his frustration sounded real.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just my regular self,” you told him innocently and heard him let out something in between a scream and a groan.
“You’re the one who’s screaming at me half the time and then acting cold forwards me,” you said, feeling slightly guilty for talking like this, but trying to keep your grounds as you were still mad at him. There was sudden confusing noise on the other end of the line, and by the muffled protests and complaints you could make out that the phone was being taken away.

“I’ll call you in 10 if that’s alright. We need to get this settled,” you froze a little at the sound of Yongguk’s voice through the phone speaker. He sure knew how to sound intimidating without even trying.

“Okay, I guess we have to,” you told him with a sigh, letting a hand run through your hair.

You sat down in the same armchair as the previous day, preparing for the talk. Slight nervousness took over your body, but you were also a little relieved, as you believed you could tell Yongguk everything and he’d settle it, or at least tell Junhong about what’s wrong so you wouldn’t have to do it on your own.

“Okay, we banned Youngjae because he was too loud and Himchan is trying to keep Junhong calm and at a distance. God, sometimes I think we both are the only adults here,” Yongguk sighed as he looked at you through the phone screen, and you just sat there quietly.

“Okay. Thing is, we still have half the tour ahead of us, and he’s unable to perform or do anything really because he’s frustrated half the time. You’re not answering his calls or messages and you’re acting cold forwards him. It can’t go on like that, as he’s not able to do anything on a good level until he finds out what he did to make you act that way. He’s worried you’re not feeling fine, or hanging out with the wrong people-”

“So I’m the one who’s hanging out with the wrong people?!” you snapped, muttering a quite “sorry” for doing so right after. Yongguk raised a brow.

“Okay, so it’s a person he’s been communicating with a lot,” he tried to ignore your little remark that said “Not just a lot, but a little too much.

“Who is it?” he questioned and looked at you straight in the eyes.

“Have you seen his Instagram posts? There’s a girl that has been in like every fifth picture since you all left for tour and for all I could know they both could be up to something,” you said through gritted teeth, and heard Yongguk chuckle a bit. Your brows furrowed as you thought about what’s so funny, but then again, it was Yongguk who was on the other end of the line. His thoughts were always hard to read, and it seemed like he was always seeing everything from a different point of view.

“Good to know that it’s nothing more than that. Hey, I thought you weren’t the jealous type, I thought Junhong was,” he said as he looked at you, slight amusement in his eyes.

“I wasn’t until this started happening. Say, wouldn’t you have something to say if your girl was hanging out a lot with another man you didn’t know at all?” you looked at his ever calm facial expression and waited.

“To be honest I wouldn’t mind, at the end of the day she’s mine anyways. But say, is there something else fueling your bitter feelings forwards the situation?”

“Yongguk, I hate knowing he’s hanging out with different girls and not paying any attention to me. I’m left home alone while he’s away, and he doesn’t bother to text or call me, and he never answers to messages the days that he’s with her. I don’t want to be second-placed after a stranger because she’s physically present in his life right now and I am not-”

“But, (Y/N), he’s distancing himself because it’s easier for him to cope with the fact that you’re not here with him-”

“But he never thinks if it’s easier for me that way,” you said and saw Yongguk shaking his head up and down a little, quietly agreeing to your statement.

“Okay, I heard everything I needed to know. In that case, I’ll see what I can do,” he said, and right as you were about to say your goodbyes, Yongguk cut you off.

“(Y/N), I want you to remember that this is Junhong’s first proper relationship ever. He often doesn’t know how to act or what to do, and I’m like 100% sure he has absolutely no clue that what he did upset you. Give him some time and space, and start talking to him again as he’s going crazy about losing you over here. But I understand your point of view as well, and won’t fully take on his side in this situation. Basically, just settle it calmly, and hurry up with it,“ you heard him say, and you nodded, now finally able to say goodbye and lean back on the chair as you ended the video call.

How could this possibly unfold? You started feeling a little stupid about the whole jealousy thing, but you couldn’t quite help it. The evening passed without any further messages or calls, and you were a little worried about how Junhong reacted when he was told about the situation, and what he was going to do now. You were too anxious and still bitter to type the first message, so you sat there, aimlessly browsing the web without a single clue of what you were actually looking at, and trying to clear your mind.

It was 3 AM when you finally received a message.

"I’m sorry,” it said, and you were conflicted between wanting to answer the same way and wanting to continue the bitterness.

“I’m sorry too, but I’d still want an explanation as I’m still feeling just as bad as when this whole thing started,” you typed and sat there, waiting.

“Can I facetime you?”

“Sure,” you sat there, anxiously waiting for his face to pop up on the phone screen as your turned on the lights in your room.

Regret. Regret and sadness was the first thing you saw when his face appeared on the screen, and you slowly started feeling bad. For the whole time that your lowkey fight was going on, you hadn’t seen his face, and only now you realized how much you’ve missed it.

“I’m so glad to see you, please don’t hang up,” he almost whispered, and your heart clenched with every word as you refused to believe the fact that you felt bad about being the reason behind his sadness. But his expression showed he knew he had hurt you too, and that made talking a little easier at this point.

“I’ll let you decide. Do you want to talk first, or should I?” you asked as nicely as you could, without displaying any coldness or harshness.

“I’ll start,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry about not giving you enough attention while I’m away. I thought you were fine with it, as you never really said any complaints out loud and this is not the first time I’m away, but you know that I have a bad habit of thinking about my point of view a lot but completely excluding yours. I didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that when I don’t see or hear you calling me sweet names and asking me how my day went, as well as complimenting me on how good I am at the things I do and listening to my endless rambles, I miss you less. I can’t constantly video call you because every time I just feel bad about you not being here with me,” he told you in all seriousness, and you appreciated how sweet and genuine his words sounded.

“That’s not the main issue here though,” you told him, raising a brow. 

“Yes. About Soojin,” he saw your body’s initial negative reaction to her name, and thought carefully of what to say next. 

“Don’t you trust me with our relationship?” he asked before explaining anything, sounding a little hurt.

“I do trust you, with my whole heart. But I don’t trust her at all,” you told him boldly, and saw him smile a little.

“Well, you’ll have to learn how to trust her, since she might be Youngjae’s next potential girlfriend,” you froze at his words, making him smile even brighter. 

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on for a second. Didn’t quite look like she was that much into Youngjae at all,” you told him. Without a single clue about what was going on, you were rather intrigued than mad and salty now, so you listened carefully to what he had to say.

“She’s part of the staff that came along on tour, and she’s in charge of making sure we get to properly do all our schedules, attending all of the events we have to be present at. She’s new, but I’ve known her from a mutual friend for a longer time. When I saw her spending her lunch breaks alone and quietly sitting in the corner browsing the web on her phone, I felt like I had to do something about it, so I started spending more time with her so she wouldn’t feel alone or left out. One day Youngjae tagged along as everyone else had left him behind, lowkey wanting to spend some time away from him because he never stops screaming, and I guess he just instantly fell in love with Soojin. Half the pictures taken were on afternoons that the three of us spent together, because Youngjae kept bugging me that he wanted to hang out with her, but weirdly was shy enough to do so on his own, so he needed me as well. That’s why he was the one calling you earlier in the first place, because he thought he had maybe figured out the issue and wanted to explain. To be honest, I didn’t think he would actually be right, but I guess that’s why he’s “the brain” of the group,” Junhong told you, looking relieved that you just sat there and listened, not questioning anything in between and letting him get his whole point across. That was one of the things he loved about you - you were a great listener who didn’t interrupt.

“We made a bet with her, as I noticed Youngjae was growing on her more and more every single day, although she said he wasn’t her type at first. I told her that we’d take Instagram pictures together every few days while hanging out with Youngjae, and that if he insisted she never took a picture with him and tried to take a selfie with her up until we had posted ten pictures together, she’d go on a date with him, one that me and the guys would set up. It took some time to convince her, but she eventually agreed. You know how Youngjae is self-conscious about taking selcas, as he thinks he looks identical in every picture and doesn’t like the way he looks in any of them. So it took us around a whole three weeks and seven photos together to get him to finally start complaining,” you were smiling era to ear now, as the whole scenario seemed so cute to you. Junhong, the guy who sets up his friends for a date. And a dare. Who would’ve guessed it?

“I thought it didn’t bother you, as you weren’t the jealous type and you didn’t really say anything or question me about it, but I guess that this incident paired up with me distancing myself from you for this whole time wasn’t a good combo,” he scratched the back of his head and looked away a bit, “plus the fact that I didn’t reply while hanging out with them. You know, it’s just that Soojin and Youngjae looked like they were having so much fun, laughing at jokes and looking genuinely happy, and I also wanted to experience that, but the lack of your presence made it hard. So instead of replying like I should have, I distanced even more. At some point she even asked me if my girlfriend didn’t mind the fact I talked to her so rarely while away, and wanted to put you on video chat to hang out with us three someday, but after my explanation of how I coped with missing you she just nodded, complimenting you on how understanding you were of my point of view and situation,” you felt a slight knot tying up in your throat after the last sentence had left Junhong’s lips, and he immediately noticed how your facial expression shifted.

“Don’t feel bad now, please. This whole situation reminded me of how jealous and possessive I can get at times for no reason, and I’m glad you showed me how my own behavior looked like from another point of view. I’m realizing things now, all thanks to you. I just want us to be back to where we were now though, and I want you to know that I only have eyes for you, forever and always,” he smiled at you, and you smiled in return, feeling the guiltiness and embarrassment gradually leave your body.

“So I guess I’ve lost the honorable title of the “never jealous girlfriend” now, hmm?” you asked sheepishly, making Junhong laugh out loud at the fact he was seemingly forgiven.

“Yes, you’ve lost it. Now you’re the “only once through the whole relationship” jealous girlfriend,” he told you, and you raised a brow.

“So you’re telling me that you think I’ll never get jealous anymore? I don’t know how many of these Soojin’s you have up your sleeve,” he chuckled as he heard your remark, simply answering, ”I have only one, I promise. Just like I have only one (Y/N).”

You talked for a while, catching up on the things you didn’t tell each other while you were waging cold war. With every sentence his mood got brighter, and yours did too. It was nice to be back to talking normally, without any issues nagging away at your hearts. You smiled brightly, admiring his child-like way of thinking and his bright, generous personality.

After all, he was somebody who hadn’t experienced previous long lasting relationships, and didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t at many times, and you had to simply understand, explain and forgive every so often. He was in the wrong when it came to ignoring you at times, and you were in the wrong for assuming things too soon. You’d work on it, as you always did, and would come out stronger in the end. Well, wasn’t that a plan?

You said your goodbye at half past four, as Junhong saw you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. He told you he missed you, and said that the first thing he’d do once he comes back would be being the big spoon for as long as he could, making you stay in his grip and cuddling until your sides hurt from sleeping and lying down all day long. You blew him a kiss as he promised to call again soon, and when you told him he didn’t have to do that and you would manage, he insisted, telling you he wanted to try a different approach to communicating while he’s away. You smiled, knowing he cared and worried about you and simply didn’t think that you had an issue with it at first, but now that he knew he was ready to change things up. With your eyelids heavy, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep and dream of his arms around you, your face buried deeply in his chest as he babbled on about how his day was, telling you random things that were lacking importance, but had a lot of emotion in them.

You woke up to your phone going off, your notification sound piercing loudly through the whole room as you forgot to turn down the volume after yesterday’s facetime. 

“Byzelo has posted a picture, hmm, what could it be? Hopefully Youngjae and that Soojin girl this time, and not you, Junhong-ah,” you said out loud, smiling as you sat up in bed and clicked on the notification. You yawned a little while the picture was loading, when suddenly your body froze mid-yawn as you stared at the photo in disbelief, blinking and rubbing your eyes just to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

You hadn’t even noticed anyone taking a picture back then at that point, but you clearly recognized the event and the scenery. It was departure day, and you and Junhong were standing in the middle of a parking lot, sharing a last loving hug before he had to go away. It looked like you were from a movie scene, with your face gently pressing against his chest, your eyes closed and your short arms wrapped around his upper torso while he was holding you by the waist, pressing a small kiss on the top of your head and smiling. You remembered the rest of the guys teasing you that day, and you remembered not giving a single damn about it. You remembered sad Junhong trying to smile in order to lift your mood, telling you he would be back soon enough, and you recalled smiling back and telling him you’d miss him. 

“Miss you,” you read his caption and smiled at the phone.

There was complete havoc in the comment section again, as people tried to figure out who the never-before-seen girl was and why Junhong missed her, but you simply smiled. God knows how much scolding Junhong will get for posting something like that, and God knows when he’ll have to take the post down and when he’ll have to make a statement about it. He didn’t seem to care, as he wanted to have the truth out, and you felt happy and proud that he wanted to let the world know about you. With or without consequences in mind, he had done it, acting completely upon feelings.

An hour passed when your phone started buzzing, showing a request to video chat from Junhong. You accepted, only to see him and Soojin smiling brightly at you from the other end of the line.

“Guess who’s preparing for a date,” Junhong said, earning a laugh from the both of you and a blush from Soojin.

“I’m like happy for you both, you know, but what is it about Youngjae that’s so special? Do you like non-stop screaming and teasing or what?” you asked her, feeling all of the hate you had forwards her at first slowly wash away.

“Call me mad or something, but I’ve learned to love it,” she blushed even more, and you couldn’t help but notice how Junhong looked at you, lovingly appreciating how nice you were acting forwards her after all that had happened.

“How screwed are you for posting that picture?” you looked over at Junhong.

“Pretty screwed,” he sheepishly smiled back, showing he could care less about what anyone thought.

“Go take it down in that case, while it’s still not too late,” you told him in full seriousness.

“Naah, I don’t want to, I like that picture a lot. Shows all of your good angles,” he chuckled, and so did you.

You talked for the whole time that lead up to the set up date, and when it was showtime, Junhong took you along to show you a surprised Youngjae who was at loss of words and with maximum shyness turned on.

“I’ve never seen him this way,” you told Junhong, who was acting like a careful parent, observing everything that happened from afar and making sure everything went smoothly.

“Me neither, but that perfectly sums up how I felt when I spent time alone with you for the first time,” he made you smile again as you continued to spy on the date, almost feeling a little bad about it.

Junhong. The supportive friend who sets up two of his mates for a date that only one knew off. You could never imagine something like this happening, but there it was, right in front of your eyes. All your worries from last week had parted ways with you long ago, and you enjoyed the view of two people slowly falling in love, remembering how you once were in the same position together with Junhong.

Together with Junhong. Yeah, that’s where you belonged.

You & I

Originally posted by koreanxrap

Featuring: Jaewon

Genre: Fluff/One-shot

Word Count: 1,359

Request:  Anonymous sent: Hi there! Happened to come across your blog today and I absolutely love it already. ^^ :D I was wondering if you could write a scenario for Jaewon (One). Angst or fluffy or both, up to you. He wrecked my bias list so hard and I hate him for that. T_T

A/N: prelude to this scenario In this Heat ( Fluff & Smut)

You didn’t know if you were dreaming or just going insane… Why were you hearing Jaewon’s voice calling your name? You must be missing him like crazy to be hearing his voice like this whispering your name in your ear. You snuggled into your bed covers, if this was a dream you didn’t want to wake up from it just yet.
“Jagi~” How could his voice sound so perfectly clear in your dream? You felt a shadow cast over your face, the sunshine that peaked through your window was longer on your face. Your eyes shot open, only to find Jaewon’s face leaning over yours smiling. You quickly ducked under your covers surprised and you were sure your hair looked like a complete mess. You lowered the blanket only to reveal your eyes, “How? When, when did you get here?”
He lightly brushed his fingers through your hair, “Hm just a couple minutes ago. It sounded like you were having a good dream…”
“Because you said my name.” He had a cheeky little smirk on his face. You weren’t sure if to believe him or not.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
He leaned in closer to you, “How would you know if you were sleeping?” Well he got you there.
“Why aren’t you at the dorm?” You quickly changed the subject.
“Because I have a “dentist” appointment today and coincidentally I have a “doctor's” appointment today.” he air quoted implying there was more to what he just said. “But that’s not important right now. Hurry up and shower, I have somewhere I want to take you. Just You & I forgot about everything else.” he continued on as he proceeded to pull down your blanket and help you up to your feet.

You showered and got yourself all ready to go out after eating breakfast with Jaewon; and catching up on his training with YG.
You were slipping on a pair of wedged boots but Jaewon was quick to disapprove of your choice, “I don’t think those are the best choice for today.”
You pointed to a pair of cute flats, he nodded his head in disagreement. He picked out a pair of sneakers, “You’ll be needing these today.”
You both headed downstairs. “So are we walking somewhere? Or taking the bus or train today?” You wondered.
Jaewon slipped his hand into yours and interlocked fingers, “Nope.” You gave him a puzzled look. He walked you over to a car parked in front of your apartment complex and gave you the cutest smile and nodded his head towards the car.
“How did you get this?”
“I borrowed it from a company hyung.”
“Just how much lying did you do today?”
He chuckled and slightly nodded his head left and right and looked down at you, “Just enough to get by and make it believable. But don’t worry I’ll repent by the end of the day.”

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Femme Glissante Chapter 11

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: violence and mild language.

Words: A lot. I’m a wordy and descriptive writer. Sorry, not sorry.

Description: You are a “freelance acquisitions specialist,” basically a thief for hire and a master of misdirection and disguise. But what happens when a metal armed man crosses your path during a job? Can you escape? Will you ever see him again?

WAIT!! You have to start at the beginning!!
Chapter 1

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Ruin The Friendship (part III)

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 3

Word-Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

There’s a picture of me on Jay Park’s Instagram.

This wouldn’t be the first time. He used to post dumb pictures of me edited to look like I had a mustache or drawn on huge boobs. This picture isn’t like that. Taken the last night Jay was home almost a week ago, it’s hard to tell who exactly is in the picture. I’m lying on my chest, my bare back facing the camera while my hair fans out messily covering my face. Posted with a black and white filter, the photo looks too intimate to be just anyone.

He’d disabled the comment section so I’m spared any attack from some of his more “protective” fans. I reread the caption, unable to stop the silly grin from taking up my face. I look around making sure my assistant, Bora, isn’t around to tease me yet again for being infatuated.

As always, I miss her the most.

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1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “I know I’m gorgeous but you need to pay attention.“

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @winchesterprincessbride


“Yes, baby girl?” Sam says walking into his daughter’s room.

“Today’s the bake sale at school. I need cupcakes.”

“Cupcakes? You mean you have to bring cupcakes?”

Elizabeth nods and goes back to playing with her barbies.

“Shit.” Sam says under his breath. He looks at his watch and groans.

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A Race With Time

Originally posted by radspencerreid

“#59 with Hotch for the angsty drabble thing? xo”

Enjoy, lovey!

You were down to the last few minutes, trying to figure out how to get the bomb to stop ticking. You were running out of ideas. This was Morgan’s area of expertise, not yours. Managing to get Hotch on speakerphone without moving around too much, you held on to his voice. “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to talk to us. What does it look like?”

 “A bomb,” you replied sarcastically. You heard Aaron almost let out a chuckle, but now was not the time.

 “Y/N, come on. Now is not the time for your smart mouth,” Derek replied, more nervous than you’d ever heard him.

 “Sorry, Derek. There are two wires. Red and blue. How original.”

 “What are they connected to?” Derek asked, as you heard the engine roar louder.

 “Um…I…I don’t really know…” you said, panic starting to seep into your voice.

 “Y/N…” It was Aaron’s voice again. “We’re almost there. How much time do we have?” You gulped.

 “Three minutes, fifteen seconds…” your voice was shaking now, but you were determined to put on a brave face. You heard a car screech to a stop outside the barn you were being held captive in. In the middle of nowhere, you might add. Derek and Hotch were running to you, both serious looking.

 “Y/n, are you okay?” Hotch asked as Derek knelt in front of you, inspecting the bomb strapped to your chest. You chuckled nervously.

 “As okay as I can be in this situation…” you looked at Derek’s face. This wasn’t good.

 “Hotch, they’re both hooked up to the same line. Either way, this thing’s goin’ off.” Your face fell, and you looked up, voice full of fear and desperation.

 “Hotch…Aaron, look at me. You and Derek have got to get out of here. Now.””

“Hey, we aren’t going anywhere. We’ll figure it out.”

“In one minute and fifty-two seconds?! I don’t think so! Aaron, listen. Go. The team needs you. And Derek. I’m the newest to the team, and I’m truly not that much of an asset. Go drive as far away from me as you can.” There were tears streaming down your face now, voice panicked. You couldn’t bear the thought of them getting killed along with you. You? You weren’t that important. But Derek? Your tall, dark, big brother made of muscles? He’d risked his life one too many times for you. And Aaron? You loved him. You loved him more than life itself. They both stared at you, wide eyed.

 “You’re more important than you think you are, y/n…to everyone,” Hotch said, handing Derek his knife.

 “Y/n…don’t you ever let me hear you talk like that again, you hear me, momma?” Derek spoke words as sharp as knives, making you nod your head quickly. “Good. We’re gonna have about ten seconds to get the hell out of here after I cut this strap on your side. You understand me?”

 “I understand.”

 Derek cut the strap binding the bomb to your side, tossing it to the side, and Aaron grabbed you up in his arms, racing back to the SUV they had parked outside. Derek jumped into the drivers seat, Hotch in the other with you in his lap.

 “Go, go, go!” Hotch yelled at him. Derek floored the gas pedal, getting the car as far away from the barn as possible, a huge explosion going off behind you. You ducked down, hiding your face in Hotch’s shoulder, as the car was thrown, flipping a few times, landing in a ditch across from the barn.

 “Y/n! Y/n, don’t you dare…” you heard Aaron’s voice shouting, but it was distant. All you could hear was ringing and…warmth. You’d been freezing earlier, but now? Now, you were very warm. Derek’s eyes were wide, staring at you, when you brought your hand that was now wet up to your line of vision. It was covered in blood. The pain in your head started to be all you could focus on.

“Hey, now, don’t you leave us, y/n. Not after all we’ve been through,” Derek said, gripping your hand. He ripped his shirt off, pressing it to your head. Under possibly any other circumstances, you would have made some snide comment about Garcia missing out. But there was nothing. No snide remark. No smart comment. Nothing. Just silence, and pain.

 “Y/n…please…I know you truly believe what you said back there, but you are important…you’re important to me…y/n, I’m nobody without somebody like you…please, please don’t leave me…” Hotch said, gripping onto you for dear life. Those were the last words you heard before you let darkness take over, only praying that you’d soon wake up to hear him speak again.

anonymous asked:

28, 29 please

28. Who brings the stray puppy home and begs to keep it?
“What on earth?” Betty asked, dropping her keys into the bowl by their front door. She took in the sight before her, affectionate smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Jughead was lying on his stomach on their living room carpet, teasing the bright white ball of energetic fluff in front of him with the twisted rope chew toy dangling from his grasp. His eyes shot to his wife, standing in the doorway hands on her hips. He hadn’t heard her come in.

“Before you say anything, Betts, he needed a home,” he rushed out, scrambling to sit up, dark curl falling into his eyes. She tried to keep her face blank but it was proving difficult as she watched Jughead scratch the tiny dog absentmindedly behind the ears. “I found him this morning, he was just wandering around with no collar or anything. I took him to the vet, checked him out, he’s all ok. He just needs a family,” he babbled, eyes pleading with her as he picked up the puppy, holding the scrabbling bundle against his cheek. She couldn’t help it, a bright grin spread across her face.

“I would love to, Jug, but now? When we’re gonna be so busy?” she reasoned, gesturing to her swollen belly as it stuck out in front of her. She felt so huge now that there was no way he could have not thought about it. He scrambled up off the floor, coming to rest his hands lovingly against her bump. She sighed at the soothing feeling of him massaging the heavy pressure.

“I know, but just think,” he mumbled, casting a look back at where the puppy was pouncing joyfully on the toys Jughead had hastily bought and spread out across the carpet. “Our baby photos could be ten times cuter if there’s a dog in them too,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow at her. A laugh burst from Betty’s lip as she shook her head affectionately at him. His eyes suddenly turned serious. “I want the perfect family with you, Betty. Everything - the big house, the family barbecues, the kids, the dog… Everything we never got, I want our family to have it all,” he whispered, blinking away unpleasant memories. She sucked in a shuddery breath, cupping his cheeks delicately as she pulled him close for a tender peck.

“What shall we name it?”

29. Who screams during horror movies?
“B, I can’t believe the sound you made in there,” Veronica teased as the four of them excited the movie theatre. Betty stuck her chin out defiantly, cheeks glowing with the heat of her blush.

“It just surprised me, ok?” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes as her friends laughed at her stubbornness. “How often do you find a severed head in your closet, huh?” she shot back, eyes hard. Jughead chuckled at his girlfriend, bringing his arm up to wrap it around her shoulders, pulling her against his side and dropping a warm kiss to her temple. She huffed, but allowed herself to relax into his comforting embrace nonetheless.

“Just didn’t take you for a scaredy-cat, Betty,” Archie quipped, tongue between his teeth as he poked fun at his best friend, throwing his head back to let out a booming laugh as she tried to shoot daggers at him, all golden hair and bubblegum pink sweaters.

“I mean, that scream alone. I didn’t think you were the type,” Veronica joked, nudging Betty in the side as she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, Betty’s quite the screamer alright,” Jughead finally cut in, tone casual. Everyone’s movements halted as they turned to look at the boy, mouths hanging open in uniform shock. Betty’s cheeks turned crimson. Jughead didn’t notice their expressions until Betty thwacked a hand against his chest. He looked up with innocent eyes, casting confused looks over all of them. “What?”

“Ever head of oversharing, Jug?” Archie replied, tips of his ears turning pink at the thought of what Jughead was implying. Jughead continued to stare, brows knit as he tried to understand the situation, thinking over his words. Suddenly it clicked, eyes bugging as a deep scarlet flush covered his entire face and ran down his neck.

“Oh! N-no! I meant- during horror movies, I meant she-” he babbled, looking at Betty with pleading eyes. She couldn’t help but giggle at his panic, despite the wave of embarrassment that made her wish the ground would swallow her whole. Veronica eventually cleared her throat.

“Hey, what you get up to on your own time is your business,” she announced, shooting Betty a sly glance, knowing that she would get her to spill the details later. “Now can we talk about that creepy doll thing? I don’t think I’m gonna sleep for a week!”

Hi! I’m Bi!

anonymous asked:
Could you do a imagine where the Cullens makes a surprise visit to the reader, and they walk in on her making out with some girl, and after the girl leaves the reader tells them that she’s bi, and their totally fine with it. Thanks!

Alice: We’re already late thanks to you Emmett. Y/N was expecting us to be at her place in Seattle an hour ago. Honestly, your football game could have waited.

Rosalie: Better yet, you could have watched it in the car on our way there. But, no, you just needed to watch the game and they go overtime.

Emmett: I’m sorry babe. But my fantasy team was counting on this game.

Rosalie scoffed and joined Alice in her car. They hadn’t seen Y/N in almost a month because of the situation in Seattle and she needed to stay focused on her schoolwork. Esme gave Emmett a pointed look as she too went into the car with Alice and Rosalie. Jasper was beside his brother instantly,

Jasper: I have a feeling she won’t be going near you for a while….meaning that you will be riding with me and Carlisle. Edward and Bella are having this time to themselves. We should head out n-

The girls car started and was heading down their driveway before he could finish. Y/N was a big part of their family. Rosalie having saved her from the negligence of her parents who abandoned you in the woods when you were ten years old. Rosalie got a new best friend and got to be a motherly figure for once. Alice got a new friend to shop and have human activities with. Esme got to cook for you and look after you whenever Rosalie and Alice were too busy.

The guys got in the car and raced to catch up to their girls who had a five second head start on them. They raced through the vacant roads they went through as they headed for Seattle. By time they got there, it was nightfall and Alice’s vision’s were blurry. She could really tell where Y/N was. In the end, they decided to all check out her apartment. Y/N’s scent was strong as they approached they apartment building. Still Alice’s vision’s weren’t clear, but they went up to her floor anyway. Having the key to her apartment, Rosalie opened the door and they all made their way in, looking for Y/N.

Music was playing loudly from her room and they opened her bedroom door, only to find a shocking sight. Y/N was making out, heavily and topless, with a girl. Neither of the girls heard them enter and suddenly broke apart when a high pitched squeak erupted from the door. Y/N and the girl froze for a moment as they turned and saw who was at the door. Y/N looked embarrassed and scrambled around her bed for her shirt. The other girl did the same. Y/N laughed nervously and began to ramble,

Y/N: Hehe, hey you guys. This is Sofi (if you don’t like that name then Karry). We go to the same college. Sofi, this is my family. They don’t know I’m bi. I mean, they’ve only ever seen me date one guy before and he was kinda feminine. I kinda forgot they were coming over today. With everything here being so hectic, you know with our classmates disappearing and those accidents all over town. Then we just had our finals. So, Sofi, you can stay around if you like. My family doesn’t bite and they love meeting friends of mine. Sofi here is majoring in photography and geology like me. We met at the beginning of the semester. There was a connection you know. I’m still attracted to guys though, Sofi is bi too.And-

Esme cut Y/N’s rambling off by pulling her into a hug because she had been pacing about the room as she talked.

Esme: It’s alright honey. You just caught us all by surprise is all.

Rosalie: I’m completely fine with you liking both guys and girls, I just wish you had told me, we talk to each other about everything.

The Cullen family nodded. Jasper was poised to send waves of calm to everyone if the situation turned sour. Y/N twiddled with her hands and bit her lip.

Y/N: I know, I just wasn’t sure if you’s still except me if you knew. And then, you know Edward is a prude who hasn’t fully accepted modern times. He is old fashioned and still upholds most of his beliefs. I just wasn’t sure…

Carlisle: No need to fret Y/N. Edward would love you no matter what and wouldn’t tear our family apart because of you sexuality

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes,

Y/N: He’s already divided our family for Bella. Now, they’re getting married- OH MY GOSH! What if he doesn’t want me to be a part of his wedding when he finds out?!

Edward: I’m not that prudish Y/N.

Everyone turned to look behind them to see Edward and Bella. They decided to drive to Seattle together and alone in Edward’s car. Bella looked unsure and confused. Edward must’ve been reading our minds as they came into the building.

Y/N couldn’t have been more happy then. Her family accepted her and they were from the most conservative time periods. She almost started crying but instead hastily kissed Sofi and gave her family a tour of her apartment.

My Recovery ∆ three ∆

Originally posted by phlegmaticgoner

(I don’t own this, but Renee and Jon was ffsdfkjghkggr adorable)

WARNING: Baby Birdie cuteness and word count 3,416; sorry :)

Please excuse my horrible grammar and spelling

Table of Contents? 

My Recovery

 ∆ ∆

    Colby Lopez woke up the next morning with a mild headache, but he had, had worse. It took to him a couple of moments to remember what had transpired the night before, and when he did, he smiled. It had to have been one of best nights ever within the last three years since he betrayed his Shield brothers.

    While trying to rebuild that trust for many of those friendships bonds he broke, he knew he had to be happy and surround himself with positivie people. And she was one of those people.

   Despite remembering how big of an asshole he was to her backstage when she gave him the script or ending for that storyline or match when he was in his dark times, there was just something about her that made him feel good and that guy he was before he let his head get too big.

    Colby Lopez didn’t want to be that guy ever again, and he would do everything in his power to ensure he wouldn’t hurt the ones he cared about or cared about him.

Checking his phone; it read 7:12 AM, nopped up, and a text from Jon sent ten minutes ago.

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Chasing Fire

Originally posted by samcroimagine

Author’s Note: Hello loveys and welcome to the first imagine for Music Monday #3! This is a Juice Ortiz imagine based on Just Like Fire by P!nk as requested by the lovely @thejulietfarciertlove. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know. This one kind of got away from me, length wise, what can I say, Juicy Boy was speaking to me. This imagine is rated T+ for language. (also, what I wrote about hacking in this, I don’t know if it’s right. I used my very minimal knowledge gained from watching different shows, so if I’m wrong, sorry ahead of time)

This is my work–originally posted to my old blog @callmemrskozik which is no longer in use. Just wanted to put it out there so people don’t fill up my inbox accusing me of plagiarism.

Chasing Fire


I know that I’m running out of time
I want it all, mmm, mmm
And I’m wishing they’d stop tryna turn me off
I want it on, mmm, mmm
And I’m walking on a wire, trying to go higher
Feels like I’m surrounded by clowns and liars
Even when I give it all away
I want it all, mmm, mmm

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, uh


She knew it was stupid of her. She was constantly on the move; so why she had even turned on the laptop in the first place, she couldn’t understand. Something told her to she supposed. The same something that led her to her old virtual stomping grounds, led her to Juan. And after four months of literally zero contact with anyone, it was nice to talk to someone.

She smiles just thinking about him. That was six months ago, and even still she couldn’t begin to tell you what he looks like, but somehow she knows him, inside and out; the same way he knows her. Which makes the situation she’s found herself in that much harder. She got too comfortable, and in that comfort came complacence, and complacence always led to mistakes, and she made one. A big one.

“You don’t have much time Julie, what’s it going to be?” the voice sounds bored and lifting her head she studies the man before her. He’s dressed in a carefully tailored suit, and he lifts a hand to study his perfectly manicured nails. The sight of him makes her sick.

She’s tasted more freedom in the last ten months of zig zagging the country then she did in the entirety of her life and she isn’t ready to give it up.

“I’m not going back with you Evan,” Julie states trying to sound strong, but her voice shakes, and when he smacks her she doesn’t let out a noise. She just straightens her shoulders and smiles. Nothing has changed with him. She should have known.

“What are you going to do Julie? Whore yourself out to some piece of trash biker? Maybe you were hoping they’d pass you around…” Evan’s voice is cold despite the anger that rages in his eyes. Julie’s eyes widen in disbelief. How did he know about Juan? “That’s right Julie, I know all about him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Julie offers weakly, as she settles back onto the edge of the bed.

“You never could lie…”


His eyes flick to the clock, and licking his lips he feels the nervousness building inside of him. For the past six months at exactly the same time she’s popped up on his messenger, and they talked, their conversations covering anything and everything. She was the first person he felt he could be the most authentic version of himself with.

He can be just Juan, and for her, that’s enough.

His laptop pings, pulling him from his thoughts and he can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he sees her name flashing on the screen.

‘Juice…’ he stares at the screen in confusion. Julie never calls him Juice. Ever.

‘What’s wrong?’ he types back and while he waits for a response he chews nervously at his thumb.

‘Found me. Time up. Game over.’ He reads and re-reads the words, trying to understand, and before he can ask her what the hell is going she signs off.

“Son of a bitch!” the words rip through him and pushing away from the counter he starts to pace. He has to find her but he doesn’t even know where to begin.


And people like to laugh at you ‘cause they are all the same, mmm, mmm
See I would rather we just go a different way than play the game mm, mm
And no matter the weather, we can do it better
You and me together, forever and ever
We don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing, 'bout a thing

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, fire, fire
Run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it


“You caused a lot of trouble Julie,” Evan’s voice is calm as he leads her by the elbow to the waiting BMW. Everything inside of her builds with dread. She doesn’t want to go back. She can’t. She’ll die if she does; maybe not physically but her spirit would surely succumb to the pressures of the life she was expected to live. “Hopefully this little, stunt, was more than enough to prove that you can’t make it on your own.”

“I’ve been making it on my own for ten months Evan. Ten months,” Julie says trying to pull her arm from his grasp but he just tightens his hold, and she knows the anger he’s capable of. She’s counting on it. “What pisses you off more? That I don’t need you the way you wanted me to believe I did, or that I don’t want you?”

His jaw clenches tight and bracing herself she’s ready for the blow, but nothing comes of it. Instead he pulls open the back door and shoves her inside.

“You’re going to learn your place,” he says getting in the driver’s seat. “This time, you won’t ever forget it.”


“So let me get this straight,” Chibs’ words are slow his voice calm, “the last six months you’ve been talking to someone online, and you’re convinced, because she called you Juice, that something is wrong.”

“Something’s wrong because she told me so,” Juice says through clenched teeth. He’s spent the last couple of hours trying to get him to understand the seriousness of what’s going on, but they can’t seem to get past the whole “online” thing.

“Sounds to me like a bored housewife whose husband found out what wifey’s been doing while he was away,” Chibs says on a laugh, and shaking his head Juice snaps his laptop shut.

“Forget it,” he says, and as he moves to get up Chibs lays a hand on his arm. The older man’s eyes search his face and letting out a breath he shakes his head.

“You’re serious about this girl?” Chibs asks and Juice nods. “Start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out.”


“And you’re sure she isn’t married?” Chibs asks blowing out a steady stream of smoke.

“I’m sure. She’s engaged. Or she was. Until ten months ago,” Juice says rubbing a hand over his head. It feels weird letting someone into his and Julie’s world. “Old money, that’s really all that she said about the guy. She wouldn’t give me his name, said the last thing she wanted was to read that he had disappeared under mysterious circumstances.”

“You think he tracked her down?” Chibs asks and with a sigh Juice shrugs.

“If he did it’s because he paid someone too. That’s what his type does.”

“So, why don’t you work your computer magic and track her down?”

“You think I haven’t tried that already? Julie’s smart, and she’s damn good. She used dummy I.P addresses, never stayed connected to one for too long, made sure to constantly jump them, she was all over the map. I can’t pinpoint her,” he says and he can’t help the tone of pride that rings in his voice.

“So what can we do?” Chibs asks putting out his cigarette.

“Nothing we can do but wait.”


So look I came here to run it
Just 'cause nobody’s done it
Y'all don’t think I can run it
But look, I’ve been here, I’ve done it
Impossible? Please
Watch I do it with ease
You just gotta believe
Come on, come on with me

Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Hey, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way


She’s exhausted, down to the bone. She couldn’t begin to say how long she’s been walking, but she keeps moving. One foot in front of the other. She had to do it. She had no choice. That’s what she’s been telling herself since she walked away from the smoldering car. She couldn’t leave Evan in the smoking wreckage; no matter how much she hated him, she wouldn’t have his death on her hands, so she pulled him free making sure there was a safe distance between him and what was left of his BMW. Sure she may have caused the accident but for her it was the only way that she felt she was going to be able to get away.

She used Evan’s phone to call 911, and to send one message, and she hoped to hell that he understood.


His phone buzzes across the nightstand, and with a groan he throws his hand out, searching for it, and when he finally finds it he lifts it trying to read the words through sleep blurred eyes. He doesn’t recognize the number so his first instinct is to ignore it.

‘Where there’s smoke…’ his eyes are sliding closed with the words tumbling in his head and then he’s sitting upright, all of his muscles tensing as the meaning behind the words sink in. He jumps from his bed and fumbles as he drags on his jeans, and with only one arm through his shirt he’s racing down the hall to bang on Chibs’ door.

“Chibs, we have to go! I know where Julie is!” he calls frantically through the door and without waiting for a response he’s dashing down the hall, and as he turns the corner her runs face first into Opie who laughs.

“Slow down Juicy boy, where’s the fire?” Opie asks with a grin.

“I don’t know,” Juice answers honestly as he runs, “but I’m going to find it.”


He stands, hands at his waist as he studies the twisted wreck of metal. The fire department had the fire out relatively quickly, but there were more questions than answers, and absolutely no sign of Julie. Every clue that would have been left in the car was gone, destroyed by the lick of hot flames, and according to the tow man, the guy the car belongs to was found lying unconscious on the side of the road, but he hadn’t been thrown from the impact. No, he was pulled free.

“Julie,” her name is a whisper as he fights the smile; where he would be all too happy to let the man suffer, Julie would save the sorry son of a bitch.

“There was no girl found at the scene brother,” Chibs says and with a grin Juice snaps his helmet back into place.

“That’s because she’s on the move again. She wouldn’t stay, even if she’s hurt. If she has the chance to get away she’s going to take it, no matter what,” he says and climbing on his bike he brings it to life with a roar.

He parks his bike in front of another diner, and letting out a sigh, he’s ready to give up. He’s searched for a couple of hours now, scoping out diners and rest stops, watching for any sign of Julie, but there’s nothing.

He tells himself that this is the last place he’s going to look. He can’t chase fire forever.


Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, fire

Run it, run it, run it
Just like fire
Run it, run it, run it


She swirls the straw in the glass in front of her, fighting to stay awake. She’s dozed on and off, grateful when the waitress gave a knowing smile upon seeing her and led her to the booth in the darkened corner.

“Hey sugar, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” the waitress asks on her next round and though her stomach rumbles loudly she knows she can’t pay for anything.

“I’m fine,” Julie says with a soft smile, before taking a sip from her water, “more water would be great.”

“Alright,” she says her attention turning to the door as the bell overhead gives a cheerful ring, “well isn’t he just a cutie…”

Julie tilts her head to follow the woman’s gaze and when her eyes land on the man, her heart skips a beat.

“Oh my God…” she whispers, and then she’s sinking down in her seat. She never imagined he’d find her. She hoped sure, dreamed of the moment they’d see each other, face to face, she however didn’t think that when that moment came that her face would be streaked with dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“You okay sweetheart?” the waitress asks and with a nod Julie starts to slide from the booth.

“Yeah, fine, listen I need the bathroom…” she tries to call as little attention to herself as possible as she moves towards the bathroom.

“Julie?” the voice comes from behind her, freezing her footsteps, and letting out a steady breath she turns. Her heart hammers in her chest as she looks at him. He’s in baggy jeans and a black zip up hoodie that lays open over a black t shirt. To say he’s cute is an understatement that has her internally cursing the fact that she looks like a mess.

“Juan,” his name comes out on a rush of air as he wraps her in a tight hug, and after freezing for a few seconds her hands curl into the back of his shirt.

“I found you,” he whispers against her lips as his hands cup her face.

“I knew you would,” she says sliding into the kiss, and with a smile she’s finally done running.

Day 5 of Port Mafia week: Fashion/Childhood

[Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu/Character Study][Pre-Canon]

Dazai Osamu remembers the first time he killed. He was ten and the gun being held by both hands was cold and trembling. His finger rested over the trigger with the barrel wavering between an eyeball, between the eyes, and the space above the victim’s head. He had tried squinting to make the shot clearer, but the perception with only one eye clear and another wrapped in bandages didn’t help. 

“Use only one hand,” Mori said from behind him. Dazai’s small feet shifted and he moved the grip from resting between the palms of his two hands to his right. The pistol grip was almost too big, but his fingers seemed to unknowningly position themselves tight around the handle. The gun stopped shaking. And he pulled the trigger. 

Nakahara Chuuya remembers the first time he used Corruption. The words had been swirling across his dreams for as long as he could remember. A voice, deep and dark dripping with malice, saying those nine words would echo long past each morning. The demonic voice only got louder when he would be filled with despair or uncertainty. 

It was during one of their first missions as partners did he finally listen. They were 14 and Mori had sent Dazai and Chuuya to investigate a small rival gang. But they had stumbled upon a meeting of multiple gangs and there were too many and it would still be ten minutes before backup arrived. Both were bleeding from bullet wounds and knifes that bit their skin too closely, and the voice was SCREAMING in his head. Chuuya brought his hands over his ears to try and quiet it. 

“Gunshots too loud, Chuuya?” Dazai teased, unloading the last three rounds from the magazine into an approaching attacker. 

“I can’t,” Chuuya could barely hear himself over the voice roaring the same damn nine words in his head. “I can’t get them to stop, just SHUT UP!” 

Dazai looked at the twenty men approaching before turning to his partner. “Did you try saying them?”

Chuuya’s eyes opened a sliver to look back. He had considered it, but he didn’t know what would happen. Dazai nods with a smile etched in his features and Chuuya can’t help but think this may be their only way out alive. 

“Grantors of dark disgrace,” Chuuya turns his focus to his shoes as he finishes the words the voice has been begging him to say. “Do no wake me again.” 

Dazai remembers the first time he saw Chuuya consumed by Corruption. The red marks crawling across his skin and the concrete cracking beneath each step. He thought of the first time he held a gun. Quivering at first because he was trying too hard to control it but steady when he pulled the trigger. Cackling filled the air as a black hole was tossed into a group of men that were quickly devoured into space. Chuuya was just another gun that had been held between two hands and needed a little adjustment. He smiled slightly before taking a few steps forward to nullify the devastating power. 

It certainly is more enjoyable to watch than a bullet through the brain.