i feel super attractive today so sorry for the three pictures

My brother’s best friend || D.H.

A/N: This was a lovely request  that I can 100000% relate to. If my brother and his friends ever find my blog than I never wrote this 😏

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by theanomex

It was freezing outside and I was shivering although I was wearing a beanie and a thick woollen scarf. Today of all days the school bus had broken down and I was left in the cold when all I wanted was to just get home. I unlocked my phone and dealt my brothers number, thankfully he picked up right away.

“What’s up little sister?” Phil greeted me, he clearly sounded stressed.  

“Hey, could you pick me up? I think there is a problem with the bus’s engine and I’d freeze to death if I walk all the way home.”

“I’m on my way to this meeting. I told you it’s today, didn’t I? Sorry, sis, I can’t pick you up right now.” Phil indeed sounded immensely sorry.  

“Oh yah, I forgot. Then I will just have to walk.” I said with little motivation. It was surely going to take me about two hours.

“I’ll call Dan. I’m sure he can get you, he’s coming over today anyway.”

Dan. Just the mention of his name made my heart beat faster. I had a huge crush on my elder brother’s best friend. Super cliché, I know. But how could I not crush on such a guy?

I will never tell Phil how I feel about his best friend. He would make it obvious and probably embarrass me in front of him. The chances of Dan liking me back were -11%. Do guys ever go for their friend’s little sister? I don’t think so. At least Dan doesn’t.

“Hop in” Dan told me, as I opened the door to his car.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I shyly smiled at him as I got in.

“I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death. Phil would have killed me if I left you here.” Dan laughed before he started driving again.

Why do guys look 100 times more attractive when driving? I could literally feel my level of nervousness rise by the second. Never had I been all alone with Dan before.

“So, how was school?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

I was glad that he decided to break the silence since I was horrible at starting a conversation.

“You are seriously asking me that?” I grinned as he laughed a little.

“Right, it was as boring as always.” Dan answered for me instead.

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement. Dan took a quick glance at me and shot me a smile.

“Phil said you are staying over today?” I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“Yup, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would I?” I blushed a bit as I said that and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

It was getting pretty warm in the car so I took of my beanie and totally messed up my hair while doing so. It must have looked totally dishevelled because Dan was goofily grinning.

“Well, that’s a look.” He joked as I tried to quickly fix my hair.

“Shut up.” I groaned in embarrassment.

We continued to make small talk and joked around until we arrived at home.

“Thanks again, Dan.” I emphasised after we had both gotten out of the car and I unlocked the front door.

I didn’t know when Phil was going to get back from his meeting, I just knew that I was alone with Dan until then. Normally he would have come over later, but because of the circumstances he was here already. It was just me and him. Just us two. Alone in this house.

I threw my school bag into the corner the second I walked in.

“Looks like you are spending the afternoon with me. I’m the cooler Lester anyway.” I grinned as we both got rid of our coats and boots.

I always get super excited whenever my brother invites Dan over, being alone with him made my heart race and I had to stop my hands from trembling by taking a few deep breaths.

“So, that’s your room. I feel like the last time I was in here there were Barbie dolls all over the floor.” Dan told me, having followed me into my room. He was examining the pictures and posters that decorated my walls.

“You are definitely exaggerating.” I laughed “Do you wanna order pizza and play video games?” I asked Dan and as soon as those words had left my mouth his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later we were sat in front of the TV, both holding a controller.

“Why are so good at this?” Dan asked me. He was clearly impressed and surprised.

“Who do you think plays these games with Phil when you are not here.” I answered, trying not to give away the fact that I was very much enjoying Dan’s admiration.

This afternoon was all I had ever hoped for. I have always been a bit jealous of Phil and everybody else who could see Dan whenever they wanted to. Now I was finally spending some time with him and it was going incredible well.

“You are going down, Howell.” I exclaimed halfway through the game. I was certain that I was going to win.

“You actually think you can stand a chance against me? That’s cute.” He said as if he was talking to a toddler and ruffled my hair.

“Dan! You messed my hair up again.” I complained as I tried to fix it for the second time today.

“Honestly, nothing can beat the way your hair looked in my car today.” He admitted, smirking.

I like to wear beanies okay? I prefer being warm over beautiful.

“Don’t be mean!” I whined and playfully hit his left shoulder.

“I said it’s a look. That’s a compliment!” Dan threw his hands up in defence and grinned at me like a fool.

“Okay, then stop flirting with me.” I told him jokingly, probably taking it a little bit too far in an attempt to be funny. He must’ve thought I’m a total loser. To my utter surprise, he blushed. I made Daniel Howell blush!

“I wasn’t trying to flirt with you.” He stuttered wide eyed. His cheeks were still red and he wasn’t concentrating on the game anymore.

“I know.” I assured him. The rush of excitement slowly vanished as I could feel my heart sink. Of course, he wouldn’t flirt with me. I knew that. Why would I expect anything else?

“Yeah, you’re Phil’s sister. I would never.” Dan babbled, trying to make it sound like he was totally revolted about the idea of me and him together.

“I know.” I repeated awkwardly, trying my best to not sound hurt.

“Can we continue-“ I started but Dan cut me off.

“Like, I would never. Phil would hate me - or even kill me. It’s not like I’m interested in you. And you are definitely not into me, right?” He rambled. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself instead of talking to me.

He didn’t even give me the time to answer before he was thinking out loud again.

“You are off limits. One just doesn’t kiss one’s best friend’s sister. Even if I wanted to which I certainly don’t and-“ He stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. His eyes were burning into my skin. We just stared at each other for a second before his lips crashed down on mine.

He was eagerly kissing me, stabilizing my head with his hand. I kissed back, like I had kissed him a million times before. This had to be a dream, right? Suddenly I wasn’t thinking anymore, it was like my brain had shut down and my heart and emotions had taken over. My inside was tingling, and I was nearly bursting with joy.

It was a quick but intense kiss and after we broke apart I was overwhelmed with what had just happened. Did Dan just actually kiss me?

“Didn’t you say you weren’t flirting with me and that you certainly don’t want to kiss me?” I asked Dan and although I wanted to tease him, I had an extremely huge smile on my face.  

“Yeah, that wasn’t exactly true. I was just trying to convince myself, but honestly kissing you is worth getting killed by your brother.” Dan was smiling too and shyly scratching the back of his head.

I just stared at him like a fool and he stared right back. We were both wearing big smiles and I was already fantasizing about kissing him again.

“Don’t tell Phil, but I -“ Dan started, but he was interrupted.

“Don’t tell Phil what?” Phil himself asked with raised eyebrows as he entered the room, looking at Dan and then at me.

college boyfriend!mark;

Originally posted by mayfifolle

  • soooo mark strikes me as the type of guy you’d wanna date in your early twenties
  • he’s like the sweet gentle type that you date for a long time, take home to your parents, plan your future out with ya feel
  • unlike the rest of my boyfriend scenarios, i really like the idea of mark being like normal mark
  • not famous, going to school mark
  • now you meet mark bc you two happen to take a really obscure class together
  • like,,, there’s maybe ten people in the entire class (you’re kind of lost as to why it even exists tbh)
  • but hey, it’s the only alternative for another class you didn’t make the roster for, so you’ll take what you can get
  • on your first day there, there’s only like three people in the entire lecture hall so you’re confused af
  • you end up walking up to the first person you see and you’re like “yo, i’m here for my class but i think i have the wrong place”
  • the person’s head is hung down as they write out something in their notebook
  • but then they look up
  • you’re momentarily shocked by how pretty this person is bc like… damn
  • he smiles like “oh hey, yeah this is the place. don’t worry, it’s this small all the time. i’m mark” 
  • and he holds his hand out for you to shake and as soon as you touch palms you have to hide your shocked expression bc!! boy has some soft ass hands!!!
  • besides the callouses on his fingers his touch is as gentle as his smile
  • you tell him your name through a strangled breath and he repeats it to himself before smiling at you again and you’re still trying to figure out how someone could be this nice and beautiful
  • “do you want to sit next to me? i can help you catch up on anything you need help with” he offers, but he’s already pulling out the seat next to him and how could u refuse hah..haha
  • you plop in that seat so fast
  • you two end up going over his notes for all of three minutes before he starts inquiring about you and your major and your plans for the future
  • in fact you two are so lost in what you’re talking abt that you only realize the professor is there when she drops a book on yours and mark’s desk with a raised eyebrow like “yall done”
  • you and mark are blushing so hard lmao
  • throughout the whole class tho, you can’t really focus on anything besides mark beside you
  • you notice every time he moves, or every puff of breath that leaves him when he’s focused on writing down the professor’s words as she barrels through her lecture at lightning speed
  • when the class is over, you’re all over the place bc you only managed to capture half of what she said and you couldn’t put any of the information you had into something comprehensible
  • you stand next to your desk with a pout on your lips, not noticing until his breath is on your shoulder that mark is peeking at your notes
  • “that doesn’t look very… that isn’t exactly… do you need some help?” mark is so disheartened looking at your notes that he literally can’t help offering his own to you
  • but you’re so thankful and you’re like “thank you thank you!!! how can I repay you?”
  • and mark is pretty adamant that you don’t need to pay him back, that he’s just being a helpful classmate, but then as you’re taking pictures of his notes he just,,, “do you wanna go on a date? i-i mean a study date. you know. to study. the material. for school”
  • of course you can’t say no to the cute blush on his cheeks and the stutter in his words and omg is he biting his lip what the fu
  • “totally!! i’ll give you my number and you can text me whenever you’re free” 
  • you two exchange numbers and you’re on your way
  • this turns out to be a mistake bc it’s only twenty minutes later when you’re headed to your next class and all you can think about is him
  • your hands keep fiddling with your phone and even your friend in that class is like “are u good”
  • you wanna text him so bad tbh but like you dont want to be weird or anything
  • and then like as soon as you get out of class to go get lunch your phone buzzes and you nearly get whiplash from how fast you look at your phone
  • mark: are you busy later? its never too late to start studying
  • i mean… you just got out of that class like two hours ago but oF COURSE MARK YOU’D LOVE TO
  • you’re not even surprised when the entire study date turns into you two just getting to know each other
  • he tells you about how he loves music, how his roommate jackson is always trying to get him out of his shell and it kind of hits you that mark isn’t the type to do things like this
  • the fact that he’s stepped out of his comfort zone to hang with you is so endearing that you kind of just sit your chin in your palm and watch him lovingly as he talks about his interests and you’re pretty sure “i’m so attracted to you??” is written across your forehead but you don’t even care
  • at the end of the date, he walks you back to your dorm, and before you can disappear into your room, he grabs at your hand gently
  • his hold is unsure, but he looks determined, even if he’s incapable of making eye contact
  • “was it just me or was today more of a date than it was studying?”
  • you just nod, your smile widening as he rubs the back of his neck when his palm grows sweaty in yours
  • “would you… maybe like to do that again? the date part of course. i mean we can study too if you’d like, honestly as long as we’re hanging out-” “I’d love to mark”
  • it’s official, you’re dating!!
  • you’re surprised how quickly you fall for mark too
  • weeks pass and you two basically spend every waking minute together
  • if you aren’t physically beside each other, you’re texting, or calling, or thinking about the other
  • while you two haven’t had the talk abt official titles, you secretly look at each other like that
  • it’s only evident one day when you’re talking to jackson, in his and mark’s dorm room while mark gets dressed for your date
  • jackson is telling you how he’s known mark for a while now and he’s never seen him act the way he does when he’s with you
  • “i think he’s really serious about you… but are you serious about him?” jackson asks, and you can’t hate him for asking bc you know how protective he is of his best friend
  • but his question is so out of the blue that you take a minute to think about it, your mind kinda lost on you as you try to think up a satisfactory answer
  • and then it all becomes clear to you, like a cloud parted over your feelings
  • “i’m really serious about him. it’s early but… i think i really want to be with him for a long time. he makes me feel so warm and happy and he’s not like any guy i’ve ever known. i feel like mark… is the one”
  • and then a smile cracks across jackson’s face before he turns his head to something behind you, and you turn your attention over your shoulder to see mark smiling with literal stars in his eyes 
  • “you were right mark. she passed my test”
  • when you realize what’s going on your cheeks immediately start burning, and you deliver a few blows to mark’s shoulder but even through the pain and complaining he can’t stop how happy he is
  • he keeps the cheesy smile the whole night oml you have to kiss him just to get him to stop
  • besides mark being the cutest boy ever he’s also a little (big) shit
  • always playing some kind of a prank on you
  • one time he convinces you he’s turned your favorite white sweater green with a picture of said sweater looking bright lime 
  • and you’re so mad but he just smiles at you and flutters his eyelashes like “im sorry, you still love me right??” 
  • and of course you’re still mad but you reassure him with a forehead kiss and then he laughs and goes “i didn’t ruin your sweater, youngjae helped me photoshop it so it looked like i did”
  • he gets so many bruises that day
  • but his friends make up for it by teasing the shit out of mark
  • his friend jinyoung has a plethora of embarrassing stories about mark that you could just sit there for hours listening to how mark broke his finger playing bop it
  • mark’s youngest friends, dance majors yugyeom and bambam and computer science major youngjae see mark as the older bro of their friend group as mark is the oldest, so they kinda see you as their older sister
  • therefore, you are not unaccustomed to unannounced visits from the three at all hours of the day
  • yugyeom is always asking you to criticize his dances, bambam always asks you to help him study, and youngjae honestly just comes over to sleep bc his roommate is super loud and he never gets a moment of peace
  • in return, you use them for everything
  • all you have to do is say “do this” and they’ll do it bc they love u so much and they have to pay you back somehow for how much they bother you
  • even when mark is over and you two are trying to have some time alone they’ll still stop by and won’t leave despite all the urging to
  • the amount of times you have to call either jaebum or jinyoung to save you has gotten out of hand
  • but even then you don’t mind bc honestly they’re like family to you now, and you love them too much to ever hate being around them
  • in turn, mark is really aware of how special you are to him and he makes sure he lets you know
  • if you’re sick, mark is skipping all his classes to take care of you
  • even if you protest he cannot be persuaded
  • if he really can’t miss a class or has an exam tho, he’ll send one of the boys to take care of you and of course they do so at the drop of a hat
  • makes sure you’re caught up in schoolwork, and always offers to help you study for big tests bc he knows you have a hard time doing so by yourself
  • if you’re too lazy to go grocery shopping he has no prob going out and doing it for you
  • he’s just such a doting bf like he doesn’t mind doing whatever you need done
  • even tho he doesn’t always say “i love you” with words, you can tell just by how he treats you
  • he says i love you when he asks if you’ve gotten enough sleep in the middle of class, and when you shake your head no, he lets you nap and promises to explain the lesson to you later
  • he says i love you when he makes you dinner bc he knows you’re too busy with homework to make it for yourself
  • he says i love you in all of his own little ways
  • but when he does remember to say it, it’s always said with such warmth and fondness that you have to take a second to collect yourself from the utter cuteness before you say it back
  • overall, mark is a loving, caring bf and he’s the best never let him go

other boyfriend!got7:



From the Aorta to the Apex (4/4)

Originally posted by got7official

Title : From the Aorta to the Apex (4/4)
Author : Myself
Genre : AU, Fluff
Pairing : Mark x OC
Summary : Bored surgeons and boring conferences lead to not so boring encounters.


Part IV

“Here you go lil’ buddy. Chocolate and strawberry!” Mark kneeled in front of your son and handed the ice-cream to the small human, winking. He took the next cone and handed it to you. His own ice-cream was next and after he insisted on paying, the three of you were walking around the nearest park.

Mark was looking at your son who was walking in front of you, laughing at pigeons and licking the sweet ice-cream. There wasn’t a lot of things to talk about, mostly because you were feeling uncomfortable, and Mark looked like it was the most natural thing for him to do, which was even more upsetting.

“You’re lucky to have a son.” He said and you looked at him, puzzled. You remembered seeing a pink baby seat in his car, and it made you react.

“There was a….baby seat…” You tried, not ready for the possibility of him being married and owning a whole army of little Mark Tuan, all perfect and beautiful.

“Oh yeah…” He took his phone out of his back-pocket and showed you his screen.

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Tinder Date

Summary:  Arthur’s first experience with Tinder doesn’t go as planned. But maybe that’s a good thing. USUK

Rating: G

Around ~1,500 words

Also on ao3!

Arthur downloaded Tinder because he was feeling sad and lonely. That drove him to do a lot of things, actually, but that was an issue he was not willing to deal with just yet. The point was he was 23 and he had never been in a real relationship. He was starting to get desperate.

So he downloaded the app. He set his profile.

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WWE Imagine: Dean Ambrose x Seth Rollins x Reader

WWE Imagine

Appearances: Dean Ambrose x Seth Rollins x Reader
Author’s note: Thank you for the lovely request I hope you enjoy :*
Requested prompt: Dean and Seth invite you to their moq feud photo shoot, and things get a little heated for you, Seth and Dean offer to help you out.
Warnings: Smut, Language
Word Count: 2806 sorry I got super into this one!

You walk through the revolving doors into the huge reception area with Seth flanking your left and Dean on the right. They had invited you to their photo shoot promo for the feud they were having currently on WWE Monday Night Raw. Of course, the feud was staged as Seth and Dean had actually grown quite close. You had been friends with Dean and Seth for about the same amount of time as they‘d been in the main roster, as you were hired around the same time as the Shield.

Dean walked up to the petite young blonde woman working at front desk to sign you guys in, and you stayed with Seth in the waiting area.
“ Wow, This place is nice” you whisper to Seth while ogling the huge quarts pillars that towered from floor to ceiling. Each pillar was adorned in ornately sown ribbon that cascaded from the top and moved like a spiral waterfall to the base of the pillar, where it was then tied in a intricate bow.
“ Yeah, it looks like something Xavier would build in Minecraft” Seth chuckled staring at you rather than the pillars you spoke of. “ Ok, all done!” Dean’s booming voice reverberated through the huge building in his usual care-free tone. Seth and you both cringed and shushed him as several people in the waiting area jumped and looked up from their magazines.

“ God Dean! Shhhh!” You scorn turning red at the attention Dean had brought to you three. “ Oh, whats’ the big deal? Its not like we know them!” Dean whispered quietly to you, gesturing to the other people in the waiting area. “ It’s rude.” Seth said simply also looking a little uncomfortable at the attention Dean had brought to you. “ Pfft” Dean fussed.

“ Mr. Ambrose, Mr. Rollins, and Miss Y/L/N ?” Another young blonde called from a large arched doorway, man what was this, Fifty shades of grey? You wondered to yourself as you followed timidly, close behind Dean and Seth, taking Seth’s hand for comfort. “ You ok?” Seth whispered looking a little concerned. “ Yeah, just feel a little out of place..” you said looking at the floor. Seth rubbed soothing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. “ Yo, what’s wrong?” Dean said, turning and walking backwards so he could see your face. “ Nothing, just feeling awkward” you reiterate to him. He smiles, “ Hey, no worries doll, its just some pictures then we are out of here.” he says soothingly winking at you.

“ Right this way please.” the blonde chirped, eyeing your hand and Seth’s quickly.

“ Ok! Today we are taking some promotional pictures of you and Mr. Rollins for the cover of WWE magazine!” a short man with a to-tight vest and pant suit on said to Dean, while throwing one side of his scarf over his shoulder. He held a huge camera with a even bigger lens attached on the end of it. You stood awkwardly just off the green screen set looking nervously at your feet, or anywhere really but at your two best friends, shirtless and oiled up. Dean wore his signature blue jeans, a little tight in all the right places, and a ‘Ambrose Asylum’ shirt, his hair messy as always, falling slightly into his eyes. Seth wore his signature Leather pants, padded in the thigh and chin area, hugging his bum tightly, with no shirt, exposing his ripped upper body. His hair fell freely over his shoulders.

“ Need a napkin?” Dean teased catching you drooling over Seth, you turned bright red.
“ Fuck you!” you retorted. He smiled his lopsided grin and you couldn’t be mad long, you beamed back at him.
“ Hey, if I were her I would stare too!” Seth teased further, flexing and kissing his bicep mockingly.
“ Don’t be so full of yourself Rollins, if I wanted to see you naked I would just Google your nudes!” you shot back, making him turn red.
“ That’s a low blow!” he says a little aggravated. He was right it was. But little to his knowledge, you did Google them quite often. “ Ouch! Burn!” Dean laughed.
“ Enough!” the photographer said irritated, “ You! You go sit over there and quit distracting them!” he pointed at you and then to a set of three director type chairs about five feet away. You hurried to the middle chair, looking at the ground, your face burning. You could hear Dean and Seth snickering behind you. They really were the sight to see. You had always thought they were attractive, but as the photo shoot went on, and Dean lost his shirt you were becoming more and more aware of the growing dampness in your panties. You fidgeted in your chair, rubbing the water bottle you were given conspicuously against the tight jean material that cover you. It was hot to imagine them fighting like they were being made to look, maybe fighting over you? Your mind wandered.

“ We will take lunch then start again when you get back.” the short photographer said quickly flipping his scarf again, and running his hand through his short skrillex style hair before marching quickly to the back room.
“ Can’t wait!” Dean said under his breath, his voice laden with mock excitement. Seth was all eyes. You were busted. And you knew it. He stared at your hands on the water bottle. You quickly stood, jumping from the chair and half jogging the remaining distance to meet them, a little short of breath and very flustered.
“ Enjoying the show Y/N?” Seth wasted zero time calling you out.
“ Uh yeah, I mean., it’s interesting to watch how one of these things are made..” you scramble to find a answer.
“ Yeah, very interesting.” Seth said eyeing you up and down, his tongue running over his bottom lip slowly.
“ Hey, you guys want to go grab some food? I’m starving!” Dean said oblivious.
“ Yeah I’m pretty hungry too.” Seth said, his eyes never leaving yours. You blushed, your eyes dropping to the floor and a shiver running through your body at the thought of his words.
“ Yeah, f-food..” you stumbled.
“ You ok Y/N?” Dean asked eyeing you.
“ Perfect!” you recovered and fell in to sync with their footsteps as you walked towards the entrance. As you walked towards the big arched doorway that lead into the quite reception area, Seth stopped and grabbed your arm twisting you so that you were against the wall, they still hadn’t changed from the photo shoot, so he was shirtless a arm on either side of your head.
“ What are you doing?!” you say your voice going up a octave from shock.
“ Bro?” Dean stopped looking back at him, also a little shocked.
“ Y/N here seems to be a little to interested in our photo shoot Mr. Ambrose.” Seth said running one of his hands along your jaw line, causing you to shiver.

“ Is that so?” Dean said, his voice lower as he realized what Seth was saying. He walked over to you , Seth angled himself so that Dean was on one side of you, and he was on the other, no escaping.
“ I think she likes our feud.” Seth says teasing you. You look around the hallway, the doors to both the way you came and the great Reception area were closed, the hallway empty.
“ Is that so?” Dean asked his voice a little husky as he leaned in closer his lips grazing you ear.
“ Uh, Um, I….” You stuttered, your thoughts jumbled at the thought of both Dean and Seth being this close to you.
“ Oh I think that’s a ‘yes‘!” Seth smiles, leaning in to kiss your neck softly and biting you just under your jaw, causing you to moan softly.
“ Defiantly a ‘yes‘!” Dean laughes, his hand wondering south of your navel making you whine beneath Seth’s mouth.
“ Oh someone Defiantly likes us to fight! She‘s soaked.” Dean teased you through your pants.
“ You want us to fight over you Y/N?” Seth asked his voice husky, his mouth never leaving yours.
“ Ahh, Mhmm” was all you could get out between Dean’s hands on your breasts and mound and Seth’s mouth on your mouth and neck.
“ Ohhhhh!” you nearly scream as Dean’s hand slides down the front of your jeans and panties, cursing your soaking mound.
“ Oh God!” you moaned out softly trying to be quite.
“ Not here guys!” you protest writhing beneath Seth’s mouth and Dean’s hand.
“ And why is that?” Dean asks, sliding two fingers into you quickly, thrusting them back and forth.
“ AAAHH! Dean! What if we get caught?!” You moan between clenched teeth trying to keep your voice down.
“ Isnt that the point?” Seth says sweetly into your ear. “ But if you want we can move it into the bathroom there” Seth amends after a harsh look, he gestured towards a door to your left.
“ Please?” You moan, Dean’s fingers still working your pussy.
“ If that’s what you want darlin’” Dean says removing his fingers, to your surprise he then puts his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off of them, never breaking eye contact with you.
“ Now!” you nearly moan, following hot on Seth’s feet into the bathroom. It was a spacious single stall, much to your luck.
“ Off, Now” Seth ordered gesturing at your cloths, he already out of his shirt and the sight of him unbuttoning his pants makes you tremble, your fingers quaking as you hurriedly slip out of your jeans, you both jump as the door behind you opens, Dean slides In, he looks you over, you’re bent at the waist, your ass hanging out of your jeans, exposing your Boy-short underwear.
“ Oh, nice view!” Dean says, smacking you lightly on your behind. You yelp playfully.
“ Come on hurry up” Seth says, pulling his leg out of his pants.
Behind you Dean is already out of his pants, you turn just in time to see him pull down his boxers, His erection springs free and you gasp, he was big. Very big. He follows your eyes and smiles his lopsided grin, winking at you once again. Pulling your legs free of both your pants and panties, you’re left exposed, Seth moves forward, helping you pull your shirt off, he slings it into the floor behind him. From behind you feel Dean unbuckling your bra, and Seth pulls it the rest of the way off, discarding it with your shirt.

“ Oh!” You gasp as Seth grabs your hips, picking you up easily, crushing you to his chest, you wrap your legs around his waist, his exposed member presses against your soaking, wanting opening. You kiss him harshly, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you lace your fingers into his still damp hair.
“ Ready?” he asks huskily into your mouth.
“ Please” you almost beg. He lowers you slightly, then thrusts upward, ramming himself into you hard.
“ Ah! Oh God Seth!” you Groan, burying your face into his neck gripping his shoulders for support.
“ Get ready Darlin’” You hear Dean from behind you, Then you feel him at pressing himself against your bum. “ Relax” He coaxes, his hands on your hips.
“OOOOOOOH!” You pant, he pushes into you, filling you. Your pussy clenches around Seth causing him to moan out. “ God Y/N!” he grunts into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. You’ve never felt this full, it was amazing, having Dean’s huge cock in your ass and Seth pounding into your dripping mound was driving you crazy, they continue to pound into for several minutes making you moan out loudly.
“ I’m-I’m-I’m” is all you can manage the pleasure of being pounded sending spasms through your whole body.
“ I’m cumming!!” you nearly scream, your nails digging into Seth’s shoulders as you buck against their cocks.
“ Ohh Oh God Dean! Seth!” you moan loudly, your body quacking as you ride your orgasm out.
“ Oh god Y/N you’re so tight!” Dean grunts behind you, working hard as he pounds into you.
“ All fours?” Seth asks over your shoulders, in response Dean slides out of you quickly causing you to moan out at the sudden emptiness. Seth follows, pulling out of you, you lower your legs to the ground, then kneel, getting to your hands and knees. Seth also bends, pulling your head up and kissing you hard, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and exploring, you moan into is mouth.

Behind you, Dean positions himself at the entrance of your soaking wet pussy, then pushes into you, making you clench around him. “ Jesus!” he grunts, his hands finding your hips once more, he uses them to push you into him, you rock back meeting every one of his thrusts. Seth kisses you for another minute and guides your hand to his cock. You pump him vigorously, making a circular motion with your wrist.
“ Y/N!” he moans out. You move your attention to his cock, licking him from base to tip, and swirling your tongue around the tip, licking the hole as you do.
“ MMMMMMM” is his only response. You smile and take him as far as you can into your mouth, Behind you Dean is driving you crazy, hitting the perfect spot over and over, you were close, you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.
“ Dean!” you moan around Seth “ I’m close!” You whimper
“ Me too Baby me too!” Dean growls slamming hard into you, sending you over the edge. Dean isn’t far behind you, he thrust twice more then pulls your hips back hard, barring himself as deep as he could into, cumming hard into you.
“ Y/N!” He snarls
Seeing this sends Seth over the edge, and he moans out your name, “ Y/N, I’m about to cum!” he warns giving you time to pull him out of your mouth, but you wrap your lips around his head and suck hard, wanting to collect all of it, he grunts and his fingers wrap into your hair, he grips it tightly as he unloads into your mouth.
“ Gaaaaaah” he sighs out breathlessly,
“ God Damn Y/N” Dean says behind you, pulling out of you slowly, making you moan softly.
“ God Damn yourselves Ambrose!” you giggle, slowly getting to your feet and collecting your clothing.
“ Damn! It’s been 30 minutes! They’re probably looking for us!” you announce, the panic in your voice evident.
“ No worries, get your cloths on” Seth says, sliding his boxers on and one leg after another into his leather pants. You quickly slide you panties back on, secretly aroused by the thought of still having Deans load still in you. You are all dressed in record time, slowly you open the bathroom door and nearly scream as you are surprised by the tall blonde receptionist gawking at you. She was trying to keep a professional demeanor as Dean, unaware of her presence, pushes you out of the door, and follows right behind you. Seth emerges last, and the young woman gasps, a look of shock clear on her face. You turn Bright red and Dean estranges smug looks with Seth.
“ We were just checking their-uh….Make-up!” you say quickly.
“ Yes of course” the blonde smiles at you, trying not to laugh “ They are awaiting you at the set” she says firmly, looking first you, then Dean and Seth up and down, assessing your distraught appearances.
“ Thank you” you say rather harshly, dismissing her. As soon as she is out of ear shot the boys erupt with laughter.
“ That wasn’t funny!” you scorn.
“ Sure it was, lets go finish this shoot so we can get out of here, I’m starving still aren’t you Dean?” Seth winks at you, making you flush
“ Famished” Dean responds smacking your ass as you turn away from them, walking towards the entrance of the set.
“ Oh Hey!” Seth calls behind you “ I still have your water bottle, what it back?” Seth cackles behind you, you turn and shoot him the finger, making Dean laugh.

Deluded Ch. 1

When your friend gave you Mark Tuan’s number, you thought you could use a little fun. When talking for a couple months made you happier than you thought it would, you thought you could use a little happiness. When meeting in person for the first time, though, you didn’t expect your happiness to turn to anger so quickly.


“Y/N, you’ll like him. He reminds me a lot of you, actually. Just message him!” Your best friend Ryan nagged, pulling at your arm slightly. 

“Aghh, let me go. Fine, I’ll message him, but if he has never heard of me, I will kill you.”

“Don’t worryyyyyy, I told him about you forever ago.”

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested; in fact, you had seen pictures of Mark and you thought he was super attractive. It was the fact that you didn’t find yourself attractive enough. You always had this worry that people didn’t really want to be your friend, and that people hung out with you because they pitied you. You constantly found yourself annoying and worried that you were being to clingy to the two or three constant people in your life.

Nonetheless, you texted him.

To: Mark Tuan

Hey, Mark? It’s Y/N, Ryan’s friend? He’s been bugging me to text you. I hope it’s okay he gave me your number…

As you pressed send, you quickly placed your phone face down on the table, thinking it would probably take him a bit to respond.

Surprisingly, your phone vibrated a few seconds later. 

From: Mark Tuan

Y/N! Yeah, he told me about you. It’s totally cool. He’s been nagging me, too. To tell you the truth, he gave me your number also, but you beat me to the punch.

“Hey! You gave him my number too?! Why didn’t you tell me?? I wouldn’t have texted him first!”

“Exactly why I didn’t tell you. Thank me later, babe. Now I must depart. I have a date tonight with Brendon, BYE!” Bryan quickly explained, headed out the door. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to your phone.

To: Mark Tuan

Well okay then :) 

What are you up to?

And that night, that little bit of false boldness instilled by your best friend gave you the best three months of conversation you could have ever asked for. You and mark texted every day, you FaceTimed every night, or any chance you could, and you started to catch serious feelings. The two of you talked about your families, about Mark’s career and GOT7, and the conversation sometimes even got a little sexual, something you weren’t totally used to. But you were comfortable with him. 

Though every now and again, your mind would wander back to the small factor that could change everything: you hadn’t met in person and you hadn’t showed Mark your entire body. It wasn’t that you were ugly. You had a pretty face, but you weren’t skinny. You had thick thighs and calves. You didn’t necessarily have a booty, either. You even broke down and told him this, but Mark blew it off, saying you were gorgeous, and it didn’t matter to him. 

It gave you a bit more confidence and put your mind at ease.

When GOT7 came to the states, though, you didn’t realize so much would change. 

It was the day Mark and you were supposed to meet up for the first time. He was coming to your apartment, since his career really didn’t allow him to date explicitly, and you had asked your roommate to leave for the night. You were fine with it, too. You didn’t really care to be out and about where people could stare, anyways. 

Your phone rang, and Mark’s pretty face popped up on your screen to FaceTime. You nervously held the phone up to your face, angling it just right, and pressed answer.

Y/N! I’m fixing to head your way. Is there anything you need?”

“No, I’m okay. Can’t wait to see you! Be safe! Bye!!” 

You hung up quickly, going back to your baking you were nervously doing while you waited. You tried your best to clear your mind, but before you knew it, there was a knock at your front door. It was time to face reality.

You opened the door slightly and stuck your head through the opening.

“Uhh, hi! You’re here so early!”

Mark smiled and put his hand on the door frame. He was even more handsome in person than you ever expected. 

“Well it didn’t take super long to get here from the hotel. Are you going to-uh- let me in? Or am I supposed to stay out here in the hallway?”

You laughed airily and opened the door wider, turning back towards the kitchen, letting Mark close the door behind himself. 

Was that a gasp? You thought to yourself as you heard the door click from behind you. You shook your head and thought nothing more of it.

As you turned back to the cake you were icing, you were finally able to be face-to-face with Mark. 

“Sorry, I was just doing a little baking today. Do you want a cream puff or something? Or something to drink while I finish this cake? Then we can watch a movie or something if you want…” you were rambling, and Mark was staring at you with an unrecognizable expression on his face. 

“No, no, I’m okay. Really.” His eyes didn’t meet your face while he spoke to you, and you thought it was a little weird. 

He fidgeted with his phone as you shakily resumed icing your cake, trying to be quick as to not lose his attention. 

Suddenly, his phone rang and he looked up at you.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take it. It’s my manager.”

“No, go ahead, don’t mind me!” you smiled slightly, trying to focus on the cake in front of you. 

He started talking in Korean, and that’s when you realized you should have told him you had been studying the Korean language for 5 years. 

He hung up and looked at you with the same expression as before.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hang out with you tonight. My manager wants us all back at the hotel for an emergency meeting or something. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

The following five minutes of Mark leaving your apartment went by in a rush. You barely remembered telling him it was okay, and that you understood. You barely remembered his arms lightly hugging you goodbye. You barely remembered the way his shoulders looked as he walked away from you. 

All you could remember was what he said into the phone in a language he didn’t know you could understand.

“She’s nothing what I thought she’d be.”


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote about a similar experience I had last semester at school that kind of ruined me. You’ll learn more in the next chapter, but this particular story will be lengthened and might have a different ending than my own experience. 

Let me know how you liked it, and ask me anything you want to know!


WELL: World Espionage & Logistics Liaison

  • You can’t spell spies without pies.
  • Basically: The Check, Please! Spy AU that no one asked for
  • Bitty was recruited fresh out of high school, pretty much; he aced all the right tests and lived quietly enough to make the cut, and capped out his senior year by spending the summer in RusWELL bootcamp, training with Katya.
  • He goes into SamWELL (technically, AmeWELL) not entirely unprepared, but, he was raised by civilians in small town Georgia: he is by no means James Bond material.
  • He does have the best aptitude test scores in ages, though, and a glowing recommendation from the program’s toughest trainer, and that’s enough for the Powers That Be to Throw him into the deep end
  • So, he bakes a pie (do spies like pie? He hopes spies like pie.) goes in and meets his new teammates (who all, as it turns out, really like pie.)

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One Thousand Years

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Chapter 15. Epilogue

Dal-nim-ah…Chanyeol promises you that he will forever smile his captivating wide smile that you love.  To forever love those pointy ears.  And to forever laugh that laugh of his that sounds like music to your ears.  For as long as Dal-nim is in Chanyeol’s heart, he will never forget the beautiful love you two shared.

With his bare hands, Chanyeol dug out a small hole beside the grave that once encased his past form, to bury the motionless corpse of the rabbit, eternally asleep in the center of his lap.  For finally…the bunny can be with the wolf again.  A vine of ivy sprouted out from both tombs, encircling in a dance-like enchantment, until finally intertwining into one at the center heart.

~Three years later~

It was a warm sunny day as you opened your eyes and pulled the curtains apart to reveal the God ray that shot into your dainty room.  Sticking your head out into the garden, you greedily sniffed in the sweet fragrance of the daffodils, tulips, and the roses.  A dewdrop spilled from the center of a wet leaf onto your fingertips before reuniting with Mother Earth as its shapeless form.  Days like these, you wanted to just roll around in bed and enjoy the sun hot against your milky white skin.  Tan was the new healthy glow nowadays anyways.    

But as soon as your alarm rang again, you waved an innocent goodbye to the fully bloom flowers and twirled around like a ballerina into the bathroom to get ready for your summer class.  Smiling into the mirror, you painted your cheeks a coral pink.  A white maxi dress clung along your body expertly as if it were tailor made for you.  Throwing on a thin cardigan, you grabbed your backpack and skipped down the streets.

Soft breeze blew your silky long tresses high into the air.  Sweetly smiling, you ran your fingers through your hair and locked them behind your ear.  Busy businessmen and students haggled and pushed their way into buses and taxis to avoid the summer heat.  But you…you liked the warm feeling, it felt so pure and safe as if someone had draped his arms around your body.  So you opted to walk toward the campus while admiring the sea blue sky and occasionally hide under trees for shade.  Shadows always intrigued you.  They were reflections of the living; only not complete ones for the details could only be seen with eyes and touched with fingertips.

You observed as your silhouette curved and meshed with a cardboard standee that a lady just placed outside her store.  Curious, you spun around.  The ends of your dress puffed up and swayed from side to side, tickling your thighs.  It was a standee of a tall young male celebrity with gorgeous eyes and a smile wider than the length of your palms.  Unknowingly, you stepped forward to admire his features.  Park Chanyeol.  You knew his name for all your female classmates raved about him and his talents.  During the last study session, they had forced you to watch a few YouTube videos of Chanyeol playing guitar and singing.  But it was his endless jokes, toothy smile, and those fairy-like ears that captivated your attention.  He was definitely cute…

“Hello, Agasshi, would you like to see some of the EXO merchandise we just got?  I believe this boy just came out with his own self-composed CD,” the store clerk spoke, ushering you in.

But you shook your head, bowed, and explained, “Sorry, I’m going to be late for class”.

“Oh, is that so?  Remember to come back afterschool.  I’ll give you a discount!” she offered so you smiled and nodded.

Park Chanyeol…

Baby swallows fluttered their wings, tweeting little melodies to you as you hopped along.  Subconsciously, you began to hum a soft tune as well.  Each beat and each note resonated through your vocal chords as if you had heard it somewhere before, only it was your first time composing it.

When you passed a tiny garden outside the university campus, you knelt down and held out a few carrot sticks into the palms of your hands.  Flicking your tongue onto the roof of your mouth, you called for the fluffy creatures to emerge from their secret home to snack on some sugary treats.  Twin ears popped out from the bush until the white fuzzball hopped out and jumped onto your lap with the bright orange vegetable in its hands.  Giggling, you stroked its back and called for the other ones to join.  Soon, you were surrounded by a fluffle of baby bunnies.

“One, two, three, four, five…hmm?” you tilted your head to peer into the tree hole in search for the missing one.  Your hair fell against your face like a waterfall.

Two honey colored globes, like shiny marbles, glowed from within the hole.  Turning your frown into a sweet smile, you took a baby carrot and held it at the entrance for the shy maknae of the group.  Even then, he shook in fear.

“I won’t hurt you,” you assured, cautiously sticking your finger in to stroke his tiny feet.  Still, he hid further in so you ended up pushing the carrot forward and then retreating to give the frightened baby some space.  Within seconds, he pounced onto the carrot.  His cheeks popped up and down like a jigsaw.  Melting into a puddle, you took out a bowl and poured a bit of milk for the babies as well.

“Unnie has to go to class now,” you whispered, petting each one of them on the head – well and the mini one on the toe, “I will come back again tomorrow, as always”.

As if understanding you, the biggest bunny bowed and ushered her siblings back into their shelter.  Sighing sweetly, you plopped up and headed for class.  You didn’t know when the group of babies began to live at the school campus or why they didn’t have an Omma but you’ve been feeding them for almost two weeks.  The youngest one was pale, hairless, and motionless the first few days so you would rock him back and forth in your shirt.  It wasn’t until three days ago did he finally open his eyes, those orbs that reminded you of Jupiter shining in conjunction to the full moon on a February night.  They were absolutely beautiful…so beautiful that your heart clenched together and a single tear streamed down your coral cheeks.

But as soon as the baby’s eyes met yours, he scurried away, sobbing to himself.

It must not feel good to have been abandoned…

“Park Dal-nim!” your instructor called attendance.

“Here!” you responded.

Beside you, a female classmate was busy poking at her phone while another squealed at the deep voice of the singer on her screen.  Flashes of pinks and purples glowed from her screen.

“I’m actually dyinggggg,” another shrieked, “Chanyeol is sooo sexay!”

Catching you gazing at her phone from a distance, the girl scooted the chair closer to you.  The metal legs screeched against the tiled floor.

“Dal-nim-ah, you like Chanyeol too, right?” she questioned.

“Hmm…I don’t know him that well…” you laughed.

“What do you mean?!  I showed you all those YouTube clips of him the other day,” another spoke as she kicked her foot against the wall to accelerate himself toward you.

Outside, a loud drilling noise covered the soft volume of the headphones that your friend plugged into your ears so you could barely hear.  Still, as to not disappoint her, you smiled and nodded.  Her eyes twinkled, having discovered another Chanyeol bias to fangirl with her.  He was…super attractive…

But men, like him, are out of your league and off radar for he was one and you were one in a million.

So you refocused your attention on the assignment before you until dismissal.  Politely, you bowed to your professor and waved to your friends.  The heat of the August afternoon was a force to be reckoned with for it literally sent you staggering back.  Frowning, you wiped the sweat from your forehead and decided to check on the bunnies one last time to make sure they weren’t over-heating from the hundred-degree weather.

You gasped when you were ten feet from the tree.  A construction worker held a large chainsaw as he used his brute strength to chop down the trunk.

Rushing forward, you shouted, “Ajusshi!  Ajusshi!!  There are bunnies in there!”

Panicking, you disregarded the yellow and black caution tape and limboed over to the front to pop your head into the hole.  It was empty.

“Hey!  Be careful Agasshi!  I almost decapitated your head off!” the worker scolded.

“Sor-sorry!” you bowed and then timidly questioned, “D-did you…by any chance…see the bunnies that were hiding in there?  There were six of them!”

“No!  No bunnies!  Now go so I can finish my job!  It’s so hot today!” he complained and shooed you away.

Biting you lip, you hesitantly bowed again and exited the secluded area.  Stubborn and super worried, you walked around the large garden, with your back bent, in search of your furry friends but they were no where to be seen.  Even when you shook the jar of carrot sticks, not a single fly appeared.  So with a dejected slump of the shoulders, you began to walk home.

It wasn’t an aimless walk but the whole time your mind was elsewhere.  You feared for the safety of the six tiny, harmless, innocent babies.  It was already unfortunate that their mother had left them but now they were probably scattered somewhere.  You imagined the tiniest one trembling with fear.

“Agasshi!” a sweet female voice called.

You turned around to see Park Chanyeol…well his standee.  The lady popped her head from behind the cardboard.

You bowed.

“How was class?” she asked.

“Good,” you answered, stepping into the store as promised.

The air conditioning instantly woke you up from your daze.

“Go ahead.  Look around.  Ajumma will give you a discount if you find anything you like,” she chirped while mopping the floor.

Your white flats tapped along the wooden planks as you browsed around the KPOP store.  Female idols pursed their lips together and held up bunny ears in pictures.  A few had faux gemstones on the corners of their eyes.  On the other hand, the boys wore leather jackets and studs.  Some even had eyeliner on.

Byun Baekhyun…you recalled his name because your friend, Stella, dished about him everyday in class. ૮( ᵒ̌ૢ௰ᵒ̌ૢ )ა

Momentarily, you paused in front of an empty CD rack with Chanyeol’s poster decorating the shelf.

“Oh, so sorry!  We actually sold out of Park Chanyeol’s solo CD: One Thousand Years,” she informed, “I can order some for you and you can pick it up in a week or so…”

“No…that’s okay…” you shook your head.  But you felt bad for leaving without purchasing anything, so you took a necklace with a wooden pendant on it and walked over to the cash register.

The lady raised her brow and flipped the necklace over a few times.  It so happened to have Park Chanyeol’s name etched into it, along with his infamous firebird symbol.

“That’s funny…I’ve never seen this before.  I don’t think this…is our store’s…” she mumbled but then smiled, “It’s okay though.  You can take it for free.  On Ajumma,” she patted her chest, “Just remember to return for Park Chanyeol’s CD!”

She winked and you giggled.

“I can’t take this for free though,” you pushed it back to her.

“Nah.  Take it.  I can’t ring it up anyway since it doesn’t have a tag,” she reasoned, “Just treat it as fate.  If you win the lottery today, just remember Ajumma”.  She chuckled at her own joke.

Bringing the talisman up to your eyes, you admired the intricate designs.  A flash of orange flickered and you blinked a few times, thinking you were going insane.  With a nod, you slipped it into your backpack and offered her some of the rice cakes you made this morning.  As you stepped out of the store, your arm brushed across a tall male’s, almost knocking his drink out of his hand.  Gasping, you immediately bowed 90 degrees.  As if in a panic, the man dashed ahead without acknowledging you.  Lowering your head in guilt, you straightened up, only catching a short glimpse of his sunglasses, facemask, and thick hoodie that covered him from his head to down to his knee.

Odd…everyone’s sweating like a pig and here he is dressed like it’s the middle of January…

Shaking your head amusingly, you pulled your bookbag straps taunt and skipped your way back home.  It wasn’t until two blocks away, did you get this uncomfortable unwellness that lingered in your heart.

“Hmm…Shades…mask…and hoodie…” you murmured as you squinted your eyes.  You froze.  On the news the other day, you saw the listed qualities as ones of a wanted murderer and thief.

Freaking out, you nibbled at your nails and sprinted back to check on the Ajumma that you had just met today.  Instead of broken glass and knocked down shelves, you met with the sweet smile of the lady.

“Oh, hey!” she greeted.

“Ajumma, you’re safe,” you observed, panting from the brisk walk.

“Hahaha, of course, I am child,” she chuckled but then remembered, “Oh yeah!  There was a man earlier who came and said that the necklace I gave to you actually belonged to him and he left it this morning while browsing around”.

“Oh!  Here,” you reached into your bag but she shook her head.

“I told him to come back in a week,” she winked, “He was pretty handsome…even though I couldn’t see most of his face from the disguise but tall, dark, handsome…perfect for you…”

“Ajumma!” you shyly complained.

“If you two get together in the future, don’t forget me,” she teased then added, “Oh.  I ordered the CD for you online, by the way”.

Giggling, you bowed and left the store again.  In your palms, the talisman began to glow.

“Wow,” you mouthed, bringing it to your face to get a better look.  It was as if someone poured neon ink over the symbol.

As you walked down the street, it continued to glow brighter and brighter until you had to squint and hold it at an arm’s length away from you so that it didn’t feel as if you were staring into the sun.  You were so focused on the wooden pendant, in your hands, you had long stopped looking at where you were going.

“Hey, be careful!” a deep voice hollered as the owner’s arm slid around your waist to pull you back into the sidewalk.

A driver rolled down his windows and began to shout out profanities at you for your foolishness in crossing the busy intersection when the light was red.

“Are you okay?” your savior questioned.

With your hand against your pacing heart, you slowly turned around with your large round eyes.  He was the same tall male who you accidentally bumped into earlier at the KPOP store.  You tried to straighten yourself from his grasp but he held you securely as if you were some lost bunny.

“Um…thank you…Sir…” you shyly mumbled.

“Y-you…” he began.

“Thank goodness this isn’t broken…” you sighed in relief while holding up the talisman.

“You…” he repeated.  His voice was deep and trembling.  A stream of liquid ran down his shaded eyes.

“Oh…this is yours, isn’t it?” you concluded, holding the necklace up to him, “Sorry.  I saw it on the shelf and the Ajumma gave it to me for free because I’m a Park Chanyeol fan…”

You ran your fingers through your hair and laughed nervously.  The man held his shaking hand out to take the necklace, but instead he grabbed your hand as well.

“Hmm?” you asked.

Abruptly, he took off his sunglasses.  He was crying, those golden sparkling orbs watered like glass globes.  You’ve seen those eyes before…A shiver ran through your spine.  Déjà vuYour brows automatically caved in.  Slowly, he took off his facemask as well.

Your lips parted and you gasped.

“Chanyeol-ssi,” you bowed, “I’m so sorry…I didn’t know this was yours…”

You bowed again a few more times.  The coral pink of your cheeks were now as red as rouge.  His hand squeezed yours.

“Dal-nim-ah…” he called.  His voice cracked.  You blinked, surprised at how a multi-talented artist knew your birth name.

“H-how…do you know my name?” you questioned.  Without answering you, the tall male threw his arms around your petite body, brought you into his chest, and burst into tears.

“One thousand days…I waited one thousand days…” he sobbed.

You weren’t sure why you were uncontrollably crying as well.  Confused, your pupils darted from left to right.  How absurd was this?  Park Chanyeol, everyone’s prince charming, was hugging you in the middle of the streets.  A flash alerted your attention.  Immediately, you held your hand up to cover Chanyeol’s face.

“Chanyeol-ssi…reporters…” you whispered.

Nodding, he wiped his tears and asked with a soft smile, “Do you want to go somewhere with me?”

Normally, you would reject the offer because he was a stranger after all…but for some reason, you nodding and mouthed an untraditional, “Okay”.

Taking your hand, he tugged you down the sidewalk.  His skin was so warm and soft, you shyly stole a peep at your intertwined hands.

“Oh…Chanyeol-ssi, here’s your necklace,” you spoke, midway to your destination.  But the music genius shook his head.

“It’s yours.  I gave it to you,” he explained.

“Hmm?” you tilted your head innocently and questioned.

The road diverged into two.  One that departed into a more rural area and one toward an alley gate.  Chanyeol chose the former.  Smiling, you obediently followed along.  You didn’t know how but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.  Beside you, the young man began sniffling back his tears.  Though you wanted to ask what was wrong, you didn’t want to force him to talk if he didn’t want to.

“Dal-nim-ah…my Dal-nim…”

“From now on, your name is Dal-nim…”

“Like the moon goddess…”

You sucked in your breath as your head began to throb.  Sensing your unwellness, Chanyeol stopped in his tracks.

“A-are you not feeling well?” he questioned with glossy eyes piercing through yours.

“Savior…” you heard your own voice in your mind.

Chanyeol cupped your cheeks as you leaned against a tree to take a breath to regain composure.  Your body began to shiver.  You clamped your hands over your mouth.  Your lover pulled you into his chest and placed his chin against the top of your head.

“I will protect you,” Chanyeol firmly promised.

You looked up to feel a droplet fall down onto your eyes.

“Let’s go home…” he whispered.  Your stomach flipped a few times.


This is our home now…

“Home?” you whispered, crystals welling in your eyes.

Taking your hands into his again, he walked down the pathway.  The talisman glowed so brightly in your hands at the reunion of its owners.

“Chanyeol-ah…” you tearfully called.

“This…” he spoke, “…this is our home…”

Everything.  Everything.  It chilled you to the bone but you felt so warm.

Spinning at a pivot, you saw the meadow of flowers that embodied the forest.  A hay bed lay at the center of it all and beside it was a large rock with an etched image of a bunny and a wolf.  Kneeling down, you touched the carving.  Six little bunnies hopped over at the familiarity of your scent.  Even the smallest one snuggled against your arm.  You cradled it like your own.

Behind you, Chanyeol silently cried.

“Seobangnim…” you whispered, stoking his tear-stained cheeks.

The memories from your past life returned to you one at a time.

“Dal-nim-ah…” you lover sobbed, enveloping you into a secure hug.

“We can finally be together…” you wept in his chest.

Nodding, he spoke in one breath, “I guarded your grave for a thousand days, just as the manual instructed.  When your body turned back into a bunny, instead of a black glow, it was a green glow – just like the one from the mystical pill.  So I thought, why not try.  At least that gave me hope to continue living without you”.

“Chanyeol-ah…” you called, tightening your hug.

You finally understood.  The poison pill was the remaining magic pill dipped with a layer of toxin.  It was the elder’s way of testing you but also giving you your freedom after keeping you behind bars for a thousand years.

“H-how…how did you ever live through a thousand years waiting for me?” Chanyeol naively questioned, bringing your face out of his chest so that he could peer into your eyes, “I almost died these past one thousand days”.

Giggling through your tears, you spoke, “Because Dal-nim loves Park Chanyeol”.

With his signature wide smile, Chanyeol responded, “And Chanyeol loves Park Dal-nim too”.

A light in his pocket glowed.  Along with a buzz was the tune of Chanyeol’s new discography.

Our love song…

Bending over, he pressed his lips onto yours.  With your hand around the nape of his neck, you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

We can finally be together.  Even if we cannot live for another thousand years…one lifetime is all we need.

Gently, Chanyeol lifted you off your feet toward the hay bed.  Your back met the cool sensation of the natural ice rock.  In one swift move, your lover placed the necklace back around your neck.

His lips nibbled yours as he began to unbutton your cardigan.  But then he abruptly stopped.

“Wait,” he snapped.

“Hmm?” you hummed.

“One last test to check that you are my Dal-nim…” he smirked.

“Hmm?” you stared at him innocently.  Your cardigan bared your shoulders.

“Where is my birthmark?” he naughtily whispered into your ear as he tossed his hoodie aside.  His sweat dripped onto your naked collarbone.

Blushing, you covered your mouth and whispered back, “On your left butt cheek”.

Chuckling, he cheekily grinned in approval.  His hands moved at a fast pace, tickling the area right under your belly button, which he knew was your funny bone.  Screaming and laughing in delight, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him into a passionate kiss.

“Is this the happy ending you wanted?” the bunny asked the wolf.

“It’s more than what I ever wanted,” he replied as ice melted under fire.

“Things that we were unable to achieve in our past lives…let’s complete them now,” your lover panted as your skin stick against his.

“Okay, like what?” you innocently replied.

“Well…let’s begin with…a baby!”

“A baby?!”  

Chanyeol smirked.  

a/n: YAY.  Happy ending :D Now they can finally be together.  Omg, Idk why that second paragraph made me burst into tears.  Tell me if you cried as well at that part.  It was just three sentences but the poignancy was so high.  Idk, just envisioning the scene made me feel so empty and full at the same time…how the bunny and wolf can finally be together…even if it’s in death…and then the vine curling together as one.  

Thank you so much everyone for following this story!  It was definitely different from what I have ever written before.  Do you guys need a comedy break or should we step right into Glass Flower and/or some oneshots tomorrow?  

Love Call (7)

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        What happened on the toilet club back then really bothered you, from that time, you continuously met them whenever you hang out with Simon, sometimes not three of them, but you could clearly confirm that you saw one of those annoying girl. You didn’t know who are they yet you had no intention to find out who they are, you decided to put this down since it might only your unnecessary worry. They might just bunch of Simon’s groupies who were upset because they found their idol dating.

         But Yeonhee, Gray’s girlfriend had noticed them. It’s because she have seen those girls and lately she realized one of them always around whenever you hang out in the club. She asked about them to you, just in case you might know them. But since you didn’t know them, she thought they’re just creepy fangirls.  

          You tapped your fingers on your desk anxiously, this morning you didn’t wake up in desirous feeling. You felt gloomy and worry for no reason, as if today something bad might happen to you. You checked your parents’ condition just in case, you haven’t met them for two weeks since you move out from your parents’ house and move to Simon’s place. He asked you to move in with him when both of you celebrate your sixth months dating.

From : Dad

We’re good, kid. We’re at Thailand for vacation, anyway having fun with Kiseok! Send our greeting to my son in law!

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Abuse - Cake Preference [requested]

Request: yo diggity dog I’m pretty sure you haven’t done this but can you write one with 4/4 or whatever you wanna do where you’ve been/are being abused (by parents or boyfriends or teachers or relatives whatever tickles your fancy) and he is super concerned and pulls you out of your situation? if not it’s chill but it’d be cool to have hope that someone can help you out you know (also v important that he is not the abuser bc I don’t view them that way nor would I stay w them) also ily


Haha thanks love, ily too. I tried with this, I hope you like it. This is just Cake, I can do Michael and Ashton tomorrow (or today depending on how you see it) but I’m kind of tired so i’m sorry if this isn’t as good as you were hoping for. 

Also abuse is a very touchy subject for some people so please be aware of the trigger warning (I know that emotional and physical abuse is very hard to deal with okay, just remember that you are not alone in this, okay, my loves? there are people out there who love and understand you and it’s all gonna be okay in time) 

link to my masterlist - x


It had been a long night. Your father had yelled, he’d screamed, he’d grabbed you by your wrist and flung you to the staircase, yelling shit about how you deserved it. He’d been drinking a lot that night. You subdued yourself to the torture, merely because you had no other choice. What were you going to do, fight back? Against a man twice your size? You couldn’t. You couldn’t win. Besides that, you weren’t sure you wanted to, because as dysfunctional as your father was, with his tainted words and vicious mood swings, there wasn’t a single bone in your body that wanted to leave. Most people couldn’t understand that; when a person’s safety is a risk, it’s best to go. But it was different for you. Your father isn’t a monster. You told yourself this repeatedly, trying to convince yourself. He got pissed sometimes, sure, but he didn’t mean to hurt you when he did. It was an unhealthy obsession of his, relying on a bottle, but he was just hurt. He loved you, he’s your father. He has to love you.
You’d put up with his seemingly endless torture for years now. It’d become second nature. You’d been paying the bills and the taxes ever since you were twelve, when the lights were out for a week and repossession became a threat. Your mother was out of the picture, she loved you, and she supported your decision to stay with your father instead of living with her and her new family, and she always made sure you spent the holidays with her, but besides that, she wanted nothing to do with her ex-husband. You couldn’t blame her for that, sometimes he was a real mess.

“A child,” She called him. “An irresponsible child, a pathetic excuse for a parent." 

You didn’t think he was a child. You thought he could be a bit careless from time to time, but wasn’t everyone? Nobody’s perfect, after all.
His words bled with anger as he asked you for another drink. 

"Are you sure, you’ve had quite a bit already-" 

"I didn’t ask your fucking opinion. What, do you think your better than me? Because you’re sober?” He critiqued. You silently handed him another can of beer, and you quietly excused yourself to your room. You knew it was a matter of seconds before he called you out as being disrespectful, leaving the room like that, but you needed a moment to breathe. 

A tap was at your window. 

You ignored it, thinking it was probably just the tree hitting against it in the wind.  

Another tap. 

You walked over to your window, looking down to see Luke standing outside. He smiled and waved, cheerfully. 

You met Luke at uni. He was a music major, a guitar player in a band with his three best mates. You couldn’t deny your attraction towards him. He was sweet, and caring, and he’d always buy you coffee after your Literature class that you had together. In the past, you had a few boyfriends, but none of them were ever very serious. One of the main factors was your father. He couldn’t be left alone for very long, and God forbid they ever wanted to meet him. Your father had always been an embarrassment to you and your mother. His incessant drinking, his anger. He wasn’t fit for meeting strangers, ever. You were afraid that someone would find out, what he was like. You were afraid they would assume they had the authority to try and pull you out of the situation. That wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to leave him. You felt it was your responsibility to take care of him. Because, if you didn’t, who would? And you would hate to have to receive a call late in the night that your father had drunk himself to death. You would rather have a few bruises on your arms and hurt feelings from painful, drunken, words, than have to attend his funeral. 

“What are you doing here?” You opened the window to whisper to him, sounding a little more timid than you’d intended. 

“I thought I’d surprise you. Is everything okay?" 

"You need to leave.” You shook your head. “I’m serious, go, now." 

"What? Why?” He asked. You sighed, looking at the painful expression on his face. You hated hurting him like this, and it would probably damage any hope for a relationship between the two of you, but it was better this way. He couldn’t get too close. How would he deal with something like this? What would he do? What would he say? He’d be scared, no doubt. And you didn’t want to scare him. You wanted to love him, and you wanted to kiss him and cuddle with him and watch films and bond over takeaway and music, but that would never be possible for you. You weren’t capable of that sort of love. You couldn’t see yourself like that, being loved and respected and kissed. What a difference that would be, though, from the nights that are spent with your inebriated father.

“Who are you talking to?!” Your father yelled. “You disrespectful bitch! Are you on the phone? Come down here right now!” Luke eyes went wide as he saw your pained expression. 

“I have to go. You should go, too, please, Luke.” You sighed. “I’m sorry." 

"Wait, (Y/N)-” He started, but you closed the window before he could finish his thought. With any luck, he’d leave. 

You ran downstairs to your father, listening to his rant about how disrespectful it was to be on the phone when you should be spending time with your father, and how whatever gossip you were whispering to your friends about was worthless and a waste of time.
There was a knock at your door, and you got up to answer it, only to be pushed back down forcefully against your will. You hoped, with every single fibre of your being, that Luke had done the sensible thing and left. It was about to get ugly, if he hadn’t. 

“Who’re you?” Your father slurred. 

“Are you…drunk?” You recognised the voice - Luke. You immediately got up and ran to the door, although your father seemed to realise what was going on.

“You’re fucking her, aren’t you? You’re fucking my little girl!” He yelled, grabbing Luke by the shirt collar and pulling him inside. “What gives you the fucking right, to step onto my property and waltz in here as if you own her! Who the hell do you think you are?” Luke’s body slammed against the wall. 

“Stop! Stop! Please,” You begged and cried as your father whispered horrible insults, accusing Luke of things you knew he would never do. 

“I have half a mind to kill you,” Your father muttered. “How dare you, think you can have my daughter like she’s some fucking object-“ 

“Stop!” You cried, doing your best to pull your father off of Luke.
Luke didn’t look at you, as you yelled out. He kicked your father in the groin to get his hand off his neck, grabbing your hand without a word and pulling you away from the house. 

You ran alongside him, letting him lead you. You weren’t sure where you were going, and you weren’t sure what he’d say when you got there, but you knew that he would never look at you the same. 

Luke was always that nice guy - the one who would offer you a pencil or hold the door open for you. He was normal. He had two parents, two brothers. He never stopped talking about his band, either, you could tell he was so proud of them and all they’d accomplished since secondary school together. His blue eyes shone like the light of the world. They looked at you like that, too, sometimes, and every now and then you would think of a future with him. One where he could hold your hand and whisper words into your ears and tell you that he loved you. One where you would never have to worry about your father or your painful past. An entirely different world. 

But now this changed everything. No longer were you the girl in his Literature class, you were the girl with the drunken, abusive father. You were the girl with the broken home. You were the girl whose childhood was robbed of her, and consumed by the man-eating monster that was her own dad. Surely he couldn’t see anything in you anymore. Surely his blue eyes would no longer gleam whenever you laughed at one of his jokes or when you blushed at something he said. Surely anything the two of you could’ve had was thrown out the window now. You weren’t worth the effort. You knew that he would walk around glass around you now, he would make sure not to step on a fuse and set off some sort of bomb. You knew that you could no longer have a simple conversation.

You were so scared of this happening. You liked Luke, because you could converse with him so easily. You could talk about your favourite music or something you saw on the Internet the other day, and he would give his honest opinion, no matter if it differed from yours or not. You could banter freely with each other without having to worry about offending the other. It felt very easy, being with him.

But, of course, it never would’ve stayed that way, anyway.

When Luke stopped, he took your hands in his and he paused, panting, catching his breath.

Neither of you said anything. He took your hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss it. His expression was sorrowful. His eyebrows were furrowed, deep in thought. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek. He sighed, and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He took your hand in his, and lead you away again.

You let him.

You walked in silence until you reached a house, and he started to lead you up the stairs. Your hand faltered in his for a moment.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Home.” He simply responded. He entwined your hands together once again and went up the door, unlocking it with a key in his pocket.

“Hey, Luke’s home!” Someone called from the back room. A boy with coloured hair appeared, and you recognised him as Michael. You knew he and Luke were friends, but you’d never properly met. “Oh.” He was silenced, I’m sure by the expressions of the two people he met. “What the hell happened? Luke, your face -“

You hadn’t noticed it before, but Luke’s face was severely damaged, in the fight. There was still the imprint of your father’s chokehold around his neck.

“It doesn’t matter. This is (Y/N).” Luke motioned. “She’s going to crash with us for a few days.” Michael nodded, deciding not to press the matter any further.

You were about to interject when Michael awkwardly left the room, but Luke shook his head.

“You’re not going back there. I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Not for a few days, at least.” He captured you into a hug and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry…” He mumbled, again and again.



You don’t talk about it anymore.

It was a long time ago, and it kind of faded away with the rest of the house. Your memories kind of blur before then, and you always reminded yourself that that was a good thing. There was a lot of pain then.

Constant reminders every time you looked in the mirror didn’t help. The ironic part, was that it was raining. 

You shook your head as you tried to forget it, once again. 

You had since moved on, as best as you could, because you didn’t want to revel in it. You didn’t want to remember it at all. You no longer wanted to well up whenever you saw a happy family walked along the pavement or when someone recalled a story from their childhood. You wanted to be able to smile, and feel happy for them, without thinking of yourself, and your own hurt. You didn’t want to think of cigarette burns, or yelling, or the smell and burn of fire. You didn’t want to remember your tears until the sun came up. You didn’t want to think of peoples’ sympathetic smiles and false understanding.

Studying abroad had been a chance for you to forget all that, to focus on a new place, and see new things, without having reminders whenever rain fell. You decided on Sydney, because it was far away from everything else, and you could lie on the beach all day long in December. It was there, studying, that you met Calum. He was nice, had a keen interest in football and music. He had a band with his mates, but they weren’t taking it very seriously. It was mainly more for fun than anything else. He sat next to you in your theorised music class, and you started talking because he liked the art and song lyrics you were mindlessly drawing on your paper.

It was pleasant conversation at first, but then he asked if you’d like to get coffee sometime, and then coffee turned into lunch, and then lunch became dinner, and dinner became movie nights or dancing or pizza. You were pretty much inseparable. You would attend his band practises occasionally, he would hold your hand and keep you close in public. You were pretty much every bit definable as a serious relationship, although you hadn’t had a physical conversation asking him.

You were finally starting to forget about all the things that had occupied your mind back home. You were finally starting to see that there was a bright side to everything. You were finally starting to remind yourself that there was more to this world than your own past. You’d never been so…free.

“So what were you like as a kid?”

That one question made you drop your fork and choke on your serving of spaghetti that you’d just put into your mouth. Calum laughed as he watched you spit it out, drying your eyes with your thumbs and recollecting yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill you or anything,” He joked. “You alright?”

“I’m fine.” You smiled, gently, hoping to anything that he would forget about it if you didn’t answer his question. “So did you ever write that song?” You asked, dabbing at your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, we did, actually, I’ll play it for you sometime. It’s really cool, I think.” Calum shrugged, and, hopefully, had forgotten about what he’d previously asked when he went on a rant about what had happened earlier that day at practise.

The rest of the night went normally, you and Calum were cuddled together and watching some movie. But when Cal got bored, as he always seemed to do, he leaned over to connect your lips together. You would never turn down one of his kisses, so you obliged, letting the kiss escalate quite quickly. One of his hands caressed your jawline and the other travelled along your waist. When he’d had enough of that, he pulled you on top of him. The kiss had gotten so heated, and you had to break apart from his lips every now and again to breathe.

When he pulled off your shirt, you weren’t thinking about it. You were focused in the way his hips felt against yours, the way his touch stimulated your skin as his fingertips ran across your arms. You weren’t thinking about what had happened before, what you had worked so hard to forget.

“Wait…” He muttered. You pouted as you moved away from his lips, but then you saw his gaze wasn’t focused on you. It was focused on your stomach, on the burns, and that was when you remembered. You pulled your shirt out of his hand, pulling it back on, inside-out, maybe, but nonetheless on, and grabbing your things to leave. “Wait! Stop! Where are you going?”

“I, I have to go.” You wiped away forming tears as Calum tried to stop you by pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t go, please.” He whispered. “You don’t have to run away. It’s okay. Just, talk to me.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He encouraged. “I know, I know, it’s hard. I know, baby. I can’t imagine…please. Let me try and understand.” He led you back to the sofa. “What happened? Is what why you never answered me when I asked about what you were like when you were a kid?” You nodded, although every muscle in your body was screaming for you to run and never turn back. You never really talked about your past, simply because it was too painful for you to bring up and you didn’t want to burden anyone else with that kind of hurt.

“I’m right here, for you. I’m right here…okay?” He rubbed your arms as you sniffled, trying to wipe away your tears quickly so he wouldn’t see them.

It took a bit, but he’d finally gotten you to open up…to talk about your feelings and how your past had so affected you that you were almost incapable of functioning. Calum held you all throughout, never saying much, but whispering that he’d always be here for you. Presently and in the future. You didn’t have to worry so much. Everything would be okay.


this is just cake I’ll post the other two fluffy cuties tomorrow I’m sorry i’m tired haha 

have a good night lovelies, okay? <3


                                                                              (For kidrauhvato)

                                                   Baby on board

                “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” You asked your overly confident husband, as he tried to set up the state of the art stroller you two received as gifts from your baby shower months ago. You smiled to yourself as started to reminisce the days of your pregnancy. They weren’t all bad, but it wasn’t any cake walk. It was a trying time for both you and Justin. His schedule kept him out of the house some days, and your aches and pains didn’t make his absence any better. However none of that mattered anymore. Because all of those long nights and dreadful cases of morning sickness were just minor bumps in the road that lead to you having the precious bundle of love that now sat silently, watching his determined father give another attempt at setting up the contraption with wide eyes.

               “It’s a stroller, babe. Give me some credit.” Justin playfully scoffed as he looked at the instructions he had lying next to the stroller.  With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, he grabbed both of the front wheels and jerked them forward in order to open it up. A throaty grown arose from him once he realized it hadn’t worked. He picked up the pamphlet with instructions and held them close to his face, trying to follow the pictures exactly.

               “Justin those instructions are in Dutch. You have no idea what they even say. It could be telling you to throw the thing in an incinerator and you wouldn’t have a clue.” You joked, unable to take his impressive but unsuccessful attempts seriously.

               When his wholehearted attempt fell through again, he sat back on his knees and spoke, “Honestly what’s the point of making things like this,” lightly pushing the stroller out some to make it clear what he was talking about, “so hard to set up? It’s like they put a child lock on the-”His eyes now wide with sudden realization, he threw the instruction packet behind him carelessly and without even finishing his sentence he reached down to the side of the pram and pulled a small red lever which, amazingly, opened the stroller up.

               “Damn straight.” Justin said with a now huge sense of pride. Looking at his finished result he stood up and folded his arms to really take in his mundane accomplishment.

               “Hey!” You interjected, not as impressed with his potty language as you were with his handy man skills.

               “Sorry! Sorry..” Justin quickly responded. “Well now that we got that all set up what you say we have ourselves a walk.”  The triumphant dad leaned down inside of the crib to where his son was sat and scooped him up into his arms. “What do you say, Ky,” Ky being the nickname your Justin gave your son, Kyle. “Wanna go for a walk?” He asked in a soft tone. As his only response, your six moth old son gave a mixture of a burp and a gurgle noise. “I’ll take it.” Justin said, knowing that noise most likely meant yes.

               Once you got yourself as well as your son dressed, Justin assisted you in loading the car with the car seat and emergency changing bags. He confidently tossed the stroller in the trunk of the car, knowing when the time came he’d be able to reopen it. After situating your son in his car seat, you got into the passenger seat where your husband joined you seconds later in the driver seat. Maintaining the super low key status when it came to you and Justin going out for dates was a tough job before the two of you had become three, but now with Kyle it was imperative that the three of you stayed as far out of the public eye as possible during family outings.  For almost the entire duration of the car ride, Justin glanced into the rear view mirror to check for any cars following yours. He also made sure to take back roads and short cuts to stay away from busy streets. He knew the moment he was to be spotted, the day would be over for everyone.

               “No one’s behind us, love. You’re fine. We’re fine.” You assured Justin as you noticed his hands clenched the steering wheel. The one thing about Justin that no one other than you knew is that he had one of the worst cases of driving anxiety, and for good reason. It wasn’t the driving itself he couldn’t handle, it was knowing that people were constantly following him, taking pictures of videos of him driving, and causing commotions on the highway just for him. Now with his infant son sitting so innocently quiet in the back his anxiety was heightened. Thankfully for the three of you this particular park you were going to for your afternoon walk happened to be a secret one. The entrance to the park was between trees and bushes that you couldn’t really see if you were just driving past. The perfect get away for a famous family.

               Minutes later, you arrived to the park, and your once quiet son was now overzealous to get out of the car. He kicked his little feel as far as could and waved his hands about, a sign that he wanted out of his chair immediately. Justin sprung out of the car and straight to the trunk to retrieve the impossible pram. Once you got out and freed your now hyper son you slowly slid him into his fancy stroller and began to walk into the park.

               Before getting to the actual park to have a break on the benches, you took a quick stroll through a small forest that was part of the park itself. The scenery of it was just breathtaking to you. Trees, the wildlife; it was all so beautiful. And what made it more special was experiencing it with your family. You pushed the stroller as Justin walked along side you and made crazy animal noises as a sort of mimicry to the real ones he heard around him. Kyle loved it. Hell, you loved it. You loved Justin in general, but this silly care free side of him was the part that you loved most.

               After about ten minutes of walking, you all had made it to the park. A sigh of relief came from both you and Justin upon noticing that there was no one at the park today.  Being that there were mostly big kid attractions; slides, swings, seesaws, things that kids old enough to walk could do, you decided to just sit on one of the benches. Also, Kyle was now knocked out in his stroller. The outdoor shenanigans he had were enough for one afternoon. With the stroller facing the two of you so you could see your son, you brought it in between your guys’ legs so he’d be next to both of you. “I hate that stroller.” Justin randomly blurted out, causing you two to start laughing, quiet enough to accommodate to sleeping Kyle, but loud enough to echo throughout the abandoned park. “But I love you. And Kyle. I love us.” He said seriously, but with a goofy and hopelessly adorable smile on his face. Laying your head on his shoulder, you looked down at Kyle and nodded your head in agreement.

“I love us too.”

(aaaaaand here’s the third and final part of this installment. THANK YOU ALL for reading and commenting – writing and sharing this has been super cathartic. read part one here and part two here)

mainline // part 3

The thing about coffee shops is: they’re a business masquerading as a town square. Bucky sees all manner of human interaction, day in and day out. Really, he should change his business cards to say anthropologist, but Natasha used one of her weekly vetoes and gave the cause as ‘pretentious.’

The barrier between him and the customers, afforded by the counter space, gives him some kind of leverage at least. It’s a position of subtle power, granted, but it’s not like Bucky lacks confidence on a daily basis.

Which is why it’s absolutely absurd that he is sweating bullets through his shirt and frantically rehearsing, mentally, the conversation he is about to have with a six-foot, two-hundred-pound, walking beam of sunshine that cradles tiny infants against his sculpted chest like that isn’t some kind of masturbatory fodder.

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You roll out of bed around eight and shuffle to your bathroom. After a quick shower, you head downstairs. You can hear your roommates talking in the kitchen. You got lucky that your friend knew Bellamy from high school. You were going to have to live in a shithole apartment for school. Instead you get to stay in this huge house in a nice neighborhood with your own bathroom for practically nothing.

“You can’t skip school to go rock climbing,” Bellamy is telling his sister who is sitting on the counter. He’s wearing his police academy shirt. You never thought you’d ever live with a cop in training, but he’s cool as far as police cadets go.

Octavia picks up an apple and rolls her eyes, “I’m not skipping school.” She takes a bite of the apple, “Well I’m not skipping the whole day. Just my last two classes.”

You slip past Bellamy and open the fridge. You grab the milk and move to the cabinet. You’re so glad that your rent includes whatever you want to eat in the house because you loath grocery shopping and Mrs. Blake always has her personal assistant buy the best food.

You grab the cereal and bowl. It isn’t your usual granola bar, but you don’t have class today so you’re not in a hurry. You pull your phone out of the waistband of your pajama pants. You already put Dr. Griffin’s number in your phone. You shoot her a text, asking her when a good time to come over was.

“Hey Raven,” Octavia slides off of the counter, “We’re going to the beach this weekend. Wanna go?”

“Uh, maybe,” you look through your emails. You have a few from professors and some campus announcements, but nothing super important. “I have to see how long it’s going to take me to get this car put back together.”

“C'mon, Raven,” Bellamy leans on the counter and smiles, “You work too hard.”

You smile. It doesn’t feel like work. You love doing all of it. Your phone buzzes in your hand as you tell Bellamy, “What beach? I’ll probably meet you there.”

“That one south of Chesapeake,” Octavia answers, grabbing the keys to her Jeep off of the dark granite counter. “The place we went for labor day.”

You nod, knowing where she’s talking about, “Yeah. I’ll meet you guys there.” You read the text from Dr. Griffin. She has all day off and you can come over whenever you want.

You quickly finish your cereal as Octavia leaves. You put your clothes on and go to the garage. You pay an extra fifty a month so that you can have half of the garage, but it’s worth it because you have tools everywhere. You grab a tool bag and sling it over your shoulder.

You put your headphones in your ears as you walk down the street. You spot the red brick house in the middle of the residential street. When you get a few houses away a black BMW pulls up in front of the house and a blonde girl runs out with a bag in her hand, pulling on her jacket as she runs.

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