i hope so because i am posting it anyways

lovenorb  asked:

Hey Kaz 💖💖💖 I was just curious if you were planning on doing more top ten lists soon? I know you've been doing a ton of other stuff so I was just curious. Your top tens are always so cute... But then again everything you write is super cute 😅😅😅 anyway, thanks for giving us such great content!!!!!

I am! I haven’t done any in a while because I haven’t really been feeling any inspiration for them but I still have a bunch of requests in my inbox that I’m going to try and work through over the winter holidays. I’m hoping to post some tonight and then some more over the next few weeks :D

Beginner's Guide to Pendulums

⛤Okay, so I have been wanting to put out a post about pendulums based on how I was taught to use them by my aunt, a long-time pendulum diviner and dowser. This post is based solely on our traditions and beliefs. I am NOT telling anyone that this is the one and only way to work with pendulums. Please do what works for you. If these methods suit you, fantastic! If not, it’s okay. Alright, buckle your seat belts ‘cause here we go.

⛤So, you want to use a pendulum. Cool! First you have to get one. There are several ways to obtain a pendulum. You can buy one from a specialty shop (many new age and crystal shops sell them). You can buy one online from places like Etsy, Ebay, and other places. You can even make one. All you need is a string or chain and something to hang from it. It can be as simple as a needle stuck in a cork hanging from some thread (as my great grandmother did). You can also use a piece of jewelry, such as a necklace or a lanyard as a pendulum. Find, make or buy one that is suitable for you.

⛤Now that you have a pendulum, it’s time to clear/charge it. A very important step when using a pendulum is to cleanse it, especially if you bought one. A pendulum in a store, even an online store, has been touched by many people. People have probably touched it to look at it, shop employees have probably touched it when they were putting out to be bought. The seller from an online shop has certainly touched it. All of these people touching the pendulum that you just bought have left residual energies on it. These energies can affect the accuracy of the pendulum. So, you have to cleanse it. I recommend you cleanse your pendulum the same way you do any of your magickal tools. If it’s made from a crystal, you can cleanse it the same way you cleanse your crystals. If you don’t know how to cleanse your pendulum, I was taught to start with a prayer/incantation/chant. Write one that explains your intention just like you would to write a spell. Be specific in your writing. If you want to work with your spirit guides, say that. If you want to work with your higher self, say that. Be specific in the kind of spirits you want to work with. Do you want to work with ancestors? Spirit animals? Etc. If you want to work spirits aligned with light, be specific on the type of light. Anyway, after you have your prayer/incantation/chant written down, you can begin to cleanse your pendulum. The cleansing ritual/ceremony/process can be a elaborate as you deem fit. When I cleansed mine, I didn’t go very elaborate, but if you need to go for it. There are several ways you can use to cleanse your pendulum. 1st, smoke cleansing. Just as you would use sage to cleanse a room, you can use it to cleanse your pendulum. Light a bundle of dried sage, or sage incense. Pass your pendulum through the smoke and say your prayer/incantation/chant. Do this for as long as you think is necessary. 2nd, visualization. Hold your pendulum in your hand and visualize it being surrounded by a brilliant white light. Focus on the residual energies being driven away and cleansed from your pendulum. Say your prayer/incantation/chant while you do your visualization. I used this method to cleanse my pendulum. I visualized putting the pendulum in a stream of white light and letting the light flow over it like water, cleansing away the residual energies. 3rd, if your pendulum is made of crystal, any crystal cleansing techniques will work to cleanse it (i.e. burying it, putting it in running water, burying in salt, putting it with cleansing crystals, such as clear quartz and selenite, etc.). If you made your pendulum, you might not have to worry so much about cleansing and charging it because you made it and it’s already aligned with your energy. However, if you bought your pendulum, after you have cleansed it you need to charge it with your energy. You can do this by carrying it around with you in your pocket and asking small, mundane questions. (I’ll explain this more later)

⛤Now you have a cleansed and charged pendulum. What’s next? Well, you need to program it. By programming, I mean you need to establish how your pendulum will work for you. This includes deciding how you want your pendulum to move based on certain responses to your questions. Now, I have seen many posts and read several books that say that you are supposed to ask the pendulum to show you how it will move for yes, no, maybe, I don’t know, etc. I was taught that you shouldn’t do this because it opens you up for potentially dangerous situations and it sets the precedent that the pendulum or the spirits communicating through the pendulum are in control. I was taught that this is potentially dangerous. I was also taught that this is your experience on this plane of existence. Because of that, you should be in control and do what you are comfortable with. The pendulum is a tool and the spirits communicating through it are guides that can only offer advice. Anyway, you should be the one who decides how the pendulum will move according to the different responses. My pendulum moves in a clockwise circle for “yes”, a counter-clockwise circle for “no”, back and forward for “maybe”, side to side for “I don’t know”, and it stays still for “please rephrase the question.” You can program your pendulum however makes you feel comfortable and however you will remember the meaning of the movements best. After all, what’s the point in asking a question if you can’t understand the answer?

Going back to charging the pendulum. Programming it actually goes into charging it. The more you use your pendulum, the more it becomes aligned to your energy. When you first start using your pendulum, begin by asking it mundane questions. Start with things that don’t have a significant impact on your life, such as what should a I eat for dessert, what color shoes should I wear, should I buy this thing. Simple stuff like that gets you used to your pendulum and it helps you remember your programming for it better. It also helps your pendulum become aligned with your energy and makes the responses more accurate.

⛤Using a pendulum is a great way to get advice on decisions you’re indecisive about. It’s also a wonderful tool for communicating with your spirit guides and companions.

⛥As you get more accustomed to using your pendulum, you can do other things with it. You can create charts to help you get more in depth information. For example, you can make a time table to help organize your tasks for the day. You can make a list of activities to do and when you are bored or don’t know what to do next, ask your pendulum. My aunt did this a lot with her kids. They would want to go outside to play and she would want them to do homework. She would dowse (ask her pendulum) on it and whatever the pendulum said is usually* what they did. Additionally, you can use your pendulum for spirit work. You can make a letter board (like a ouija board) and communicate with spirits. You can also use pendulum for Reiki work, using it to find blockages in the chakras. The list goes on and on.

I put an * next to “usually” in my little anecdote because as I said earlier, this is your experience on this plane of existence. Your pendulum and the spirits communicating through it can only offer advice. You have the ability to either listen to what your pendulum advises or not. That being said, in my experience the pendulum is usually right.

⛤Anyway, I know that was a super long winded post about pendulums. I hope you find the information useful. If using pendulums is something you want to do, go for it! I absolutely LOVE mine and I am so happy I had someone in my life who could teach me about them!

Thank you and blessed be,

Anne Sage 🌻🌼

⛤Also: a good exercise to do with pendulums is to have two, one in each hand, and see if you can get them both to move in harmony with each other. This will show any weak energy flow in your body. It’s a good way to help build up that flow and make it stronger. I, personally, have to work on this with my right hand because it is significantly weaker than my left.

Originally posted by zombiewhitetrash-blog

ok listen this is a day late but i wanted to participate in this really badly. better late than never ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
but hello!! my name is eli. i’m 15 years old, i am a trans guy, i am Gay As Heck™, and i love thomas sanders! he’s been really supportive of me throughout my journey of discovering myself and i am so thankful for him. i’ve been a fander for around 2.5 years now, and i’ve been able to meet thomas irl a few times! i hope i can see him again soon because i miss him dearly. but anyways, i hope all you guys, gals, and nonbinary pals have a fantastic day 💞

anonymous asked:

OMG! Hello, it's Villain!Deku Anon again and I just want to thank you! I couldn't even imagine myself that you will illustrate this au with your wonderful art style! I can't even describe how grateful I am! ;-; Moreover, I want to tell you my thoughts about it! I love Dabi's and Deku's interplay really a lot, because, I dunno, Dabi behaves as if he was Izuku's aniki? I can see it that way tho. And Izuku's outfit is great! Simple but interesting and functional :) Anyway, I hope that one day -->

HAI AGAIN! TIME FOR ANOTHER LONG ASS POST I’m so sorry it took so so long for me to finally reply to this so I hope it’s worth the wait! I want to also thank YOU for sharing me this wonderful AU<3 I can’t thank you enough and everyone rly loves it! I just wish you can go off anon so we can chat more about this au but I respect your decisions u v u I’m glad you love it all ehehe///

YEs! I was so proud of how those two turned out! Dabi seems to be the mature one in the villain alliance and he always has this mysterious air to him so being the big brother role would fit perfectly! Aaaah// I’m glad you love the outfit! /)///v//(\ I wasn’t sure what to go for ahaha~

I’m definitely developing this! And no worries, all your questions will be answered, hopefully to your expectation ehehe Q w Q

Regarding Todo; HE’S SUCH A SAD PUPPY I ALMOST FEEL BAD BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORST FOR HIM! i wanted to keep the element of him being a tragic character because that’s what everyone loves about him. He did nothing wrong XD Now, I decided that Deku actually DOES meet up with Todo randomly, like they don’t know each other and this is way before the USJ raid and deku ended up showing todo the light, motivating todo to go forward regardless of what his dad says because both deku and todo see the same view, how there are heroes who does things not for the sake of being a hero. so deku was able to save todo that way!

BUUUuut he finds out his saviour is a villain so now he’s conflicted;;; sorry Todo, you can’t catch a break even in this au //holds him

Moving on to bakugou…

Deku does disappear out of trace for awhile and maybe bakugo does notice but he rly doesn’t do anything about it, the ass…. but that’d be so cute is he does start to worry, I’m sure something like that does bug him in the back of his mind. I’m not so good with how to illustrate deconstruction so hopefully it’s done alright;; as long as you get the idea because that’s what deku will do to bakugou, he knows bakugou well enough to do so

After this whole thing, all might emerged victorious like in canon. Villains retreated and this was when All Might realized his mistake, since he recognized Deku during this raid. “PATHETIC” is what he’s say

Thats what I decided to go for! I totally agree with you on this! I don’t mind it at all precious! Thank you! It makes more sense and it’s the BEST THING EVER LIKE BAKUGOU VS DEKU WOW!! All might will see how much of a hero bakugou wants to be and the connection with Deku helps even more in order to save Deku from plunging further into darkness, so all might makes Bakugou his successor! ^^ it also can help bakugo grow as a hero so it’s a good opportunity for him!

All might FEELS SUPER GUILTY so that’s why he’s so focused on saving Deku.. deku’s mom also feels the guilt. All of this is on the news so eventually Deku’s mom find out about Deku and well… it doesn’t go well. deku still loves her as his mom even if she didn’t believe in him being a hero but he came home only to find her will.

Now, not only is bakugou going to be All might’s successor, but Deku will soon inherit AFO as well. When they find the villain’s hideout and all that crazy stuff going on, All Might faces off with AFO.

Deku is still honestly precious even now, he rly tries to bond with the villain alliance members and that eventually gained Dabi’s and Himiko’s trust! Even though he’s given the role of info gatherer/mastermind, he doesn’t take advantage of it and relies on his friends!

As for tomura, this is how it’s gonna play out

He’s now gonna be Shigaraki’s hero just like how Sensei did it. Both the death of  Sensei and his mother made deku feel that he wasn’t enough of a hero to save them but this will only pushed him even further to become a ‘true hero’, especially when sensei actually put faith in him, when no one else did

also cute deku making friends with everyone cause he’s a sweetie that way!

THANK YOU FOR READING! GOOD JOB FOR MAKING IT TO THE BOTTOM! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! I honestly still have some more stuff regarding this au in mind but that needs to wait until it’d actually done pfft >//v//< I’m tired so ima sleep now;;;

I’d like to stay.

Hi, thank you for sending in this request! I feel like this could have been better but this is how it ended up being. Close to 2k words though so it might be a little bit longer than what I normally would post but it’s alright. Anyways, I really do hope you enjoy this and hopefully I did fulfill in your prompt nicely (because this is such a great prompt too!).

PS: So I have this idea for a series that I really want to do for Peter / Spider-man but I have yet to sort out the details but once I do, I am definitely going to post it! Pretty excited to be attempting one.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by hardyness

Some days, you wake up feeling like you are living in a nightmare and honestly, today, you feel like you might as well have been living in one. Sitting right across Peter, you notice that he has long since stopped listening to you talk about menial problems. You stop talking completely, wondering if Peter will notice but after a minute passes by and he didn’t, you could feel your heart cracking.

Perhaps, something like this should not really offend you much – it probably would not have, if you didn’t know the reason why Peter had stopped listening to you. So you turn around to follow his gaze and a small sigh leaves your lips when you realize that Peter is staring at none other than Liz Allen.

“Is that a new top?” Peter murmurs as he continues to gaze at Liz lovingly, longingly and it hurts because occasionally, you have worn new clothes too but Peter has never said anything nor has he ever paid attention to what you are wearing. Suddenly, your appetite is gone and you don’t even feel like eating anymore. You feel your heart breaking again. “Blue is such a good colour on her, don’t you think?”

Ned, being the best friend that he is, nods his head. “That top is old – but wearing it with jeans, that’s new.” Ned points out and sometimes, you don’t know why you even do this to yourself. You try to smile when Ned glances at you, finally realizing that you have stopped talking. “Oh, sorry, Y/N.”

As if realizing that you are there, Peter shakes his head and drags his gaze away from Liz to you. He gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N.” You don’t know what’s worse – the fact that you have been sitting there the entire time, talking with Peter and Ned or the fact that Peter has only just noticed you. “Uh, sorry – did you, I am so sorry – I wasn’t listening. What were you talking about earlier?” He asks you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares at you.

Sometimes you don’t even know why you still continue to like him. Peter Parker has never given you any glance – he has always had his eyes on Liz Allen. You knew that, everyone knows that – Liz also probably also know that. You are hurting yourself more by holding on to this crush of yours. Never once have the thought of you hurting any worse could ever cross your mind but hearing Peter Parker talk about Liz Allen right in front of you completely breaks your heart.

Tears well up in your eyes and you swallow the sudden lump that appear in your throat. You shake your head at him and stand up, surprising both Ned and Peter. They share a glance with each other and you pick up your tray. “I – I just remembered I have something to do. Sorry.” You couldn’t face him – you can’t look at Peter and you really can’t take Peter looking at you without actually seeing you. So you leave the table immediately, not even bothering to stay to listen to any of their replies – right now, you don’t want anyone especially not the two of them to see you crying.

Peter frowns as his eyes follow your retreating figure. He keeps his eyes on you and sighs before turning to look at Ned. “I think I’m going to head to class first.” He tells his best friend and Ned frowns, glancing at his own tray. Peter gives his friend a small smile, nudging him lightly. “You can eat, you know. I’m just going to head to class first.” He informs Ned before picking up his own tray and bringing it over to the Tray station.

Peter quickly tries to chase after you because he honestly feels really bad for not listening to you. He had been listening to you initially but he couldn’t multi-task well enough the moment Liz walked in with her group of friends. To be quite honest, Peter doesn’t really think he likes Liz as much as everyone believes him to – he appreciates her beauty and might even adore her kindness but that’s the extent to it. Peter sighs in disappointment when he can’t find you at your locker either.

“Maybe I should just text her tonight.” Peter mutters to himself when by the time the bell rang, you are still nowhere to be found. His body is tense and he can feel his chest tightening with something but he shakes his head. You probably still have something to do and might even show up late to class but even as Peter sits in class, he notices that as the time ticks by and the day slowly comes to an end, he realizes that you never really showed up to class at all. The text messages that he had sent to you remain unanswered too.

“Hey, May.” Peter walks in to the apartment and May looks up from her work, greeting him with a smile. Peter can’t even bring himself to return her smile. His heart is hurting and he is just feeling absolutely confused right now, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Noticing the dilemma Peter seems to be in, May approaches her nephew. “Are you alright, Peter?” She asks softly, pressing her palm on his forehead. “You aren’t hot – so you’re definitely not sick.” She drops her hand from his forehead and Peter shakes his head.

“It’s not that – I’m fine, May.” Peter assures his aunt and May frowns as she looks at him suspiciously. Peter looks at his aunt, holding her gaze for a few seconds before sighing, admitting defeat. “I think I must have hurt my friend?”

May raises one of her eyebrows. “Is that a question or a statement, Peter Parker?”

“I feel like I might have hurt my friend. She hasn’t replied any of my texts and I didn’t even see her at all after break today and we were supposed to go over to Ned’s for a movie marathon and she didn’t show up either.” Peter blurts out and May stares at her nephew in surprise.

This is the first time Peter has ever told her anything about this friend of his and judging by the concerned expression Peter has on his face, May realizes that you must mean something more to him than just a friend. “Do you like her?” Instead of beating around the bush, May just goes straight to the point.

Peter blinks a couple of time as he stares at his aunt. “Wha – What? What do you mean?” Peter tries to play it off but when May looks at him expectantly, Peter can’t help but nod his head. “Maybe I do have some feelings for her.” Peter admits and right after he says it, he realizes how much he actually really likes you. He lets out a groan when he realizes what he had been doing prior to you leaving the table earlier. “What am I going to do, May?”

May frowns. “Well, you need to tell me the entire story first because I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s been going on.” She pulls Peter in to the apartment and Peter relents. How can he literally be one of the smartest person in school and yet still be one of the dumbest one there is? “Okay, tell me.”


You glance at the mirror you have placed in your locker and wince at how puffy your eyes look like – you had cried yourself to sleep yesterday and by the time you woke up, you didn’t feel like answering any of Peter’s texts or calls nor did you show up for the movie marathon at Ned’s place. You really didn’t feel like seeing him at all.

You hear someone clearing their throat beside you and you frown before you pull back from your locker, closing the door and that’s when you notice the hushed, excited whispers. You are greeted with Peter Parker standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses and a very nervous expression on his face. “What – what’s the meaning of this?” You dare not hope that the roses are for you.

Peter swallows and he glances at you – now that he is well aware of his feelings for you, Peter suddenly feels shy under your watchful gaze. He takes note that your eyes are a little bit puffier this morning and he wonders briefly if you had been crying the entire night and he feels guiltier than he had been before but that’s why he is here with these roses.

“I want to apo – apologize for you know, yesterday and I,” Peter gulps and stares at you. “These roses are you – I mean, they are for you and I am sorry for yesterday and I like you a whole lot and I regret what I did yesterday and – “ Peter would have continued to ramble on and on if you hadn’t stop him by placing your hand over his mouth.

With your heart racing against your chest, you slowly pull your hand over his mouth. “C-Can you repeat what you have just said?” Your eyes are wide in disbelief – did you really hear that correctly? Did Peter say he likes you a whole lot.

Peter stares at you before nodding his head slowly. “These flowers are for you.” He hands them over and you accept it, taking a whiff of the lovely smell. “I just want to apologize for my actions yesterday and I regret what I did yesterday too and are your – are your eyes swollen because you have been crying?” Peter asks as he lifts one of his hands up to your face, cupping cheek and your face flushes red.

“You forgot something else.” You murmur – right at that moment, you can’t even hear your own voice because of how loud your heart is beating in your ears. Peter stares at you and tilts his head to the side. “You said… You said you liked me a whole lot.” You repeat his earlier words. You see Peter gulping as he stares at you. “Is – Is that true, Peter?”

Peter drops his hand from your face – you already miss the warmth that came from his hand – and he slowly nods his head again. “Yeah – I like you a lot, Y/N and I am sorry it took me a while to realize – “

This time around you cut Peter off by throwing your arms around him laughing with relief. “I like you a whole lot too, Peter!” You exclaim, not caring that everyone is literally staring at the both of you right now – by the time the classes start, everyone’s probably going to know about this thing between Peter and you.

You could tell that Peter is momentarily taken aback by your confession but the moment it sinks, Peter pulls you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you before leaning back to smile at you. You grin up at him and Peter leans down to give you a short, sweet kiss.

“Alright, lovebirds – break it up.” Ned groans as he walks by and Peter pulls away, blushing furiously and you laugh in to his shoulder at Ned’s words. “We are going to be late for class. The bell rang a few minutes ago.” He tells the both of you with a deadpan expression and Peter laughs before releasing his hold on you. He takes your hand instead and pulls you in the direction of class.

“Come on, Ned!”

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wow so uh

I’m gonna need to talk about fandom entitlement for a second, and how people who read fanfic feel entitled to like, whatever they want, without experiencing consequences for their actions.

I recently (like, in the last couple of weeks) deleted an old fic of mine on my old ao3 account. It was one of the more popular works in a shall-be-kept-unnamed-fandom, but going back and reading through it, I didn’t like the way I portrayed the characters and their relationship, and I didn’t want people to be going into X ship tag, reading it, and thinking it was romantic, when in reality, it was actually quite unhealthy. Now, silly me for thinking that I didn’t owe anyone an explanation for taking down a five year old fic, but I didn’t think I owed anyone an explanation for taking deleting a fic that I wrote.

So imagine my surprise when I go into X ship tag today, and I find my old fic up on AO3. Someone posted it with a friendly fucking note saying “I DID NOT WRITE THIS.This is so-and-so’s work, but it was erased, so I’m posting it because I was fortunate enough to find it on the web archive (it was really hard), and I find it really unfair to take this story away from the fandom. Anyway, if the author asks, I’ll erase it” AND THEN PROCEEDED TO ORPHAN THE WORK.

So now, not only do I have no way of contacting this person to ask them to take down a work I deleted, I have to go through AO3 and hope they take down my fic??

Can I just talk about how pissed off I am that I have to do this?? It’s unfair that I decided to delete something of mine off an old account I never use? I took something away from fandomExcuse me? Like… I can’t even begin to cover how fucking presumptuous and rude and shitty that is? Like my wishes didn’t matter? That maybe I took something I wrote down for a reason? How fucking entitled of a person do you have to be to not try and ask my permission for something like this, to not even try to contact me because you think I’m taking something back that I gave to you in the first place.

I just don’t even know what to say.

Princess

super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)

“Christ Y/N, stop it,”

“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head, the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –

“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”

 

“We were?”

“Oh my God-”

“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”

“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was – with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.

Edmund smiled at that, but out of the corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again. He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I had no right to be jealous.

“You should just tell him you know,” he said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”

I looked down at my hands, every witty and scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer. Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I wanted someone I couldn’t have.

“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough, that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.

I locked the door to my room and flung myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Get a grip, I muttered to myself.

—–

Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception. She’s my twin sister, he reasoned with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table, fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his coronation. If there’s anything I could do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same for me.

 

“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting, capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.

“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood – rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”

Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I wanted to discuss, actually…”

Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he feared the worst.

How to be tactful about this? Frankly, Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.

“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my question though –’’

“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.

 

Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.

“Are you broken?”

Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide. “Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just fucking with me?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought, cringing at his own comment. Stop using shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.

 

The king almost choked. “She said that to you?”

“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually. From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he would get so over protective you have no idea…”

“Wait, so you really think she has feelings for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some joke.

“Considering she pretty much flat out told me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”

Caspian took all this in for a moment. He had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That would never do.

“Do you know where she would have gone?”

—–

I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my head was clear.

There was a knock at the door. Probably Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart, she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.

I crossed the room and smoothed down my dress. I opened the door.

And promptly almost had a heart attack.

“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling gently.

All the feelings and rush of emotions that had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe. “Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean, Your Grace. What are you doing here?”

He let himself in and closed the door hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”

The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.

“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.

Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”

I closed my eyes. It felt as though my stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.

“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”

“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid? That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.

“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes, fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.

“I have so much I need to say,” he said softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the moment he would have to let go.

His lips broke apart from mine and his forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”

A soft growl tore from his throat, his resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out, his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure, thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.

“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so desperate for contact.

I could feel him fighting to remain gentle, could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most, before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer, firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy, and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine, only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-

“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge, each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.

“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper. He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in bewilderment.

“What do you mean? I should be the one thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on earth was Caspian thanking me after making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful smile.

“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”

I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his naked skin pressed against mine.

“I guess we should,”

But instead I rolled my hips into his and felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.

“Fuck talking,”

He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.

—–

I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head, I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips, hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and he smiled sleepily.

“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky. I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.

“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the feel of his arms around me securing me.

“What time is it?” he asked, my head against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.

“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we could just stay here all day,”

He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”

I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m so entirely desirable…”

He rolled me onto my back, straddling me and pinning my wrists above my head.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.

“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly, lovingly.

“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.

His lips remained at my throat, gracing it with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.

“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”

I spread my legs for him. He was right, princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”

“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”

“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one finger inside me and smirked.

“What the fuck is this?”

Caspian whipped his head round immediately, like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.

 

Peter was stood so still it was slightly scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.

“Peter, please –’’

“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,

He turned his attention to Caspian then, who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble in my voice.

“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re like thirteen –’’

“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God, get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”

Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had said.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered, seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”

He left, and I could hear him grumbling to himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the whole thing.

He pulled me into a hug and I melted into the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”

“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets over protective like that,”

“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”

I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.

He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no idea.”

erica and her trusty fierce hound companion, luna!

It’s cool, we’re just

I should really be doing some requests but this was one of the things I had written while I was bored in class so I simply wanted to share this with everyone! Don’t worry, guys! Your requests will be filled and posted as soon as I can! 

I can’t promise to always post a lot every day but I am going to try my hardest because I have a lot of commitments going on right now! So updates might be really scarce and sometimes, I might only even post one or two requests but no worries, I am going to try harder to fill in the requests! Anyways, that aside, hope you enjoy this!

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Peter drags you in to the living room, his hand entwined with yours as he pulls the both of you towards the sofa before flopping on it, pulling you to him so that he can wrap his arms around you. Ned rolls his eyes, nudging MJ who is sitting beside him. MJ scoffs, shooting Peter a knowing look that he gladly ignores.

You lean back when Peter tightens his hold on you, giggling quietly to yourself as you made yourself comfortable in his arms. The sound of MJ pretending to gag and Ned clicking his tongue causes the two of you to look at the other two who are sitting across of you. Peter raises one of his eyebrows while you tilt your head to the side.

“Just friends.” MJ scoffs, giving the both of you a pointed look, causing you to flush at the implication and the sudden realization of how misleading your actions with Peter can be. Ned nods his head in agreement as he pauses his game, turning to stare at the both of you.

“I don’t do any of those with my friends.” Ned points out and Peter furrows his eyebrows as he stares at his two friends, wiling them to shut up. He tightens his arms around you, pressing his nose to your hair. Now that Ned and MJ have made you very well aware of how close Peter and you are sitting together, you are starting to feel rather embarrassed.

“Jealous?” Peter shoots back, narrowing his eyes at his two friends. Ned shrugs his shoulders, pretending to zip his mouth and throwing away the zipper. He turns back to continue playing his game. Just as Peter is about to talk to you, MJ speaks up.

“That’s rich, Parker; aren’t you the one that wouldn’t tell a certain someone that he is hopelessly in love with her?” MJ shoots, challenging Peter but her words cause the both of you to tense. Peter’s sharp intake of breath overlaps with your gasp. Ned stares at MJ in shock and nudges her slightly, catching MJ by surprise and she finally realizes what she had just said to the both of you. She stares at the two of you in shock, almost looking apologetic.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter grits out as he pulls away from your hair. You quickly pull yourself from his hold and get up from the sofa. Your face feels very warm and you know even without looking in the mirror that your entire face is probably red. Your ears are warm too.

“Y-yeah, Peter’s right.” You sputter as you made your way through the living room towards the door. “We are just friends.” You pull the door open, ignoring the panicked looks all three of them have exchanged and close the door behind you. You stand in the corridor, letting out a huge sigh. You didn’t think your feelings for Peter had been that transparent; you have always made sure to keep a tight lid on your feelings. You let out a small dissatisfied goran as you lean back against the wall. Things are going to be so awkward; “Why did you leave the room, Y/N?” You grumble to yourself.

“Y/N, WAIT – oh.” Peter bursts through the door, stopping abruptly when he realizes that you are right beside the door. He stumbles forward when the door hits his back and he stares at you. “Hi.” He says sheepishly, closing the door behind him.

You can’t help but smile despite what had happened in the room. “Hi.” You tuck your hair behind your ear.

“So, um, I just – I don’t want you to – you know,” Peter trails off, combing his fingers through his hair. He drops his hand and takes a step forward, trapping you between the wall and him. “I am so sorry that my friends are idiots?” He looks at you, willing for you to look at him and tell him that everything’s fine – that the two of you are fine.

You finally look at Peter to give him a small smile that quickly drops when you realize just how close Peter is standing. “Lovable idiots though.” You murmur and Peter chuckles as he nods his head. There really is no denying that; as much as Ned and MJ love to pick on him, Peter still loves them and his life would probably be dull without their constant teasing.

“MJ wasn’t supposed to say that.” Peter wraps his fingers around your wrist causing you to glance at your joined hands. Peter steps closer and by the time you look up, Peter is almost an inch away from your face and your breath hitches as you stare directly in his beautiful, brown eyes.

“What wasn’t?” You ask him absently – his eyes are just too mesmerizing and you have always known deep down that Peter has really beautiful eyes and despite always being close to Peter; this is actually the first time you have ever had the chance to really look at him in the eyes.

Peter shrugs his shoulders as he leans in closer and you can feel your heart beat in your throat. You wet your lips and Peter’s eyes seem to linger a little bit too long. “I’m in love with you.” He says softly and just as Peter is about to lean forward to press his lips against yours, the door slams open and MJ and Ned are standing there looking at the two of you smugly.

Peter groans and drops his head to your shoulder, causing you to laugh despite being embarrassed yet again – this time for all the right reasons. “Guys, seriously?”

“Just friends, huh.”

Siblings’ Love

Originally posted by despairingfever


Pairing: Will Byers x Sister!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) was trying to cheer his little brother up

Word count: 885

Posted: 30th of October 2017

A/N: Heeeey! What’s up? I finally decided to add “Stranger Things” in my fandoms list. Although, I am not writing romantic imagines with the kids, also because it would be awkward. Maybe I would be up to some crushes, admiration, but nothing more than that.

Anyways, I am posting Riverdale imagines too. I just hope that you like my work, because I put dedication and passion on writing these imagines.

Thank you so much, guys! I would appreciate if you leave some feedbacks, comments or requests. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey, baby boy!” You worriedly called your little brother’s attention, lightly tapping his shoulder as he was blankly staring outside your car’s window, moving his eyes back and forth while following the objects that he found interesting.

“(Y/N)!” He got scared with your soft and gentle touch, therefore he shouted your name out of nowhere.

“Sorry.” You sincerely apologized to the kid.

“It’s fine.” He shortly answered and you realized even more that there was something bothering him.

“What happened, Will? You seem so quiet.” You carefully halted your old and rusty car in the middle of the empty and quiet road. You weren’t happy of Will’s episodes and who would ever be? You were afraid but still full of hope, because you loved your brother, your family, so much that you would do anything just to save them from the bad things that were happening in your town, Hawkins. “Are you okay?”

“I,” He tightly wrapped his arms around you as if you were his saviour, his force field, his safe haven. “I am scared, (Y/N).” Your brother mumbled and your heart just broke by seeing him in that way. The fear was wrapping his face and you wrapped your arms around his fragile body, slightly caressing his dark apple-cut hair to keep him safe and tranquil.

“Did you see anything once again?” You curiously asked and he shook his head to give you an answer. You kissed him on his forehead and his tensed body now calmed. He was more into himself and he lingered his sister’s caring and loving touch. “What is it, Will?”

“School.” He shortly answered. “I am simply scared, upset and their words,” Your brother paused as he remembered some moments that happened at the school earlier. “their words are still in my head.”

“The bullies, Will?” You frowned once you obtained the answer from the little boy beside you. You shook your head in disbelief and you couldn’t believe how heartless the people in Hawkins could be. “You know what?”

“What?” He looked at you and patiently waited for your answer.

“You should just shake everything off.” You confidently said. “Warning: it’s not simple, but if you try, I can guarantee you that you would live a better life.”

“How do I do that?” He corrugated his forehead.

“Ignore them.” You looked at him and caressed his cheek. He somehow felt better and you decided to start the car’s engine again, making a deafening and chaotic sound. “People talk without knowing stuffs, Will. They will always do it, they don’t talk a commando, they talk and that’s it, obviously without thinking too.” You focused your eyes on the road, but you sometimes glanced at Will’s face, assuring he was doing fine.

“And what would happen if I ignore them?” Will blurted out, slightly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Sometimes they would stop, sometimes they wouldn’t.” You raised your shoulders as you weren’t sure of what might happen, silently wishing the bullies would stop. “You are better than them, you don’t have to insult people to have a happy life, Will. Remember that.”

“I will, (Y/N).” He widely smiled at you, showing how your words made him feel better.

“And if they ever hurt you, Jonathan and I would be there to fight them.” You softly giggled and the boy joined you, feeling lucky to have two bigger siblings that were ready to protect him.

“Thank you, my very very very best sister!” Will happily exclaimed with his widest and sincerest smile. He adored you. Oh, how much he adored you. You were one of his best friends and he considered you as a treasure. You were cool, also to his friends. They loved you because you would spoil them and you would play Dungeons & Dragons with them, nevertheless it would always take more than ten hours to finish.

“Yeah, flatterer!” You shook your head as you messed Will’s perfectly combed hair.

“(Y/N)!” Will complained while he tried to put his hair back to its place.

You both laughed as the sun started to set, almost darkening the path on your way home. “C’mon, Jonathan is already waiting for us, together with your favourite movie and popcorn.” You enthusiastically said as you were so happy to spend your time with your brothers.

Your Mum, Joyce, went on a date with Bob, since you forced her to go. She needed some break from everything. She was an awesome woman and she deserved to relax and rest a little bit, enjoying some great things in life.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” You knew that during that moment, he was the happiest boy that lived in that horrible town. He tried to throw his fears, his doubts and his sadness away.  

“I love you too, kiddo!” You looked at him and you both smiled at each other.

After all, Will’s happiness was caused by his family and friends. He was lucky to have you and you were lucky to have him. You both, together with Jonathan, loved the fact that you had a strong and invincible bond. A bond that kept you together, even though you haven’t got a perfect or a complete family.

But you were sure that no one would ever take it away from you.

No one.


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Am I the only one, who thinks that this scene had such a big potential and they wasted it? Imagine,queen Lydia using her powers to help her friends to get out from police station. Scott,bravely facing their enemies to protect everyone he loves. Malia, standing next to her crush and giving 100% of her strength, to scare these inexperienced “hunters”. Matured Liam,taking responsibilty for his mistakes and trying not to give up till the end. Angry Theo, fighting with all his abilities to show everyone(Scott/his boyfriend Liam) that he is worth of friendship. They could take them and it would be such an incredible action! WE WERE ROBBED.

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since i received the request of seeing other pic of my animal series, i decided to post all of them (10 in total) here,

but in the mean time i am worry for art stealing cases (because i drew these for badges 2 years ago) so i added my name as watermarks here ( i hope you guys don’t mind for the ugly name there haha ^^;)

anyway hope you guys enjoy this animal series (and two ghibli mascots)!

This Is Me - Ace!Jughead x Reader

I was/am reluctant to post this because it has the potential to become very problematic, hence why it is so short.
I hope you understand that I mean no offense, and that I may be unintentionally ignorant of certain facts/aspects regarding asexuality, and its spectrum.
Please feel free to correct/educate me on it; I will be very grateful.
And if this becomes too problematic in anyway (like if a lot of people take offense) I will gladly take it down.


You lean against Jughead, your head in the crook of his neck, as the both of you stare out at the lake. It was supposed to be a pleasant day out, just to get away from the stress of school and the looming shadow of Jason’s death, but somehow it just felt off. Jughead was being more quiet than usual, his witty remarks and sardonic comments absent from conversation, and he was being strangely fidgety too. He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to you briefly before going back to the lake.

“Jughead,” you mutter, worried, “What’s up with you?”

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Doubts

Originally posted by sanestilinski


Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “40 – Montgomery de la Cruz”

Prompt:

40. “Your girlfriend hates me too.”

Word count: 1.890

Posted: 22nd of May 2017

A/N: Here’s another imagine from Aja’s long list. I am happy to say that I’ve almost made through her list and I might post two imagines tomorrow. Who knows? I am hoping.
Anyways, I hope that you like this imagine. I hate myself, because I keep on coming up with sad endings. Sorry. HAHAHA. A massive thank you for your support guys and I love you so much. I am happy to receive some positive feedbacks from you and your nice comments really make my day complete. Thank you so so so much, really! Enjoy this imagine!

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x 

Link: Prompt list

Warning: contains swearing


“(Y/N), I need a muse for my Arts project, please.” Tyler, your best friend, insisted for the millionth time as he wanted you to model for him. He was the professional photographer of your school and he took pictures of everyone, but he has always wanted to have his own personal muse.

“Ty, I know that I’ve always been your muse, but I am busy this week. C'mon!” You answered, miffed. You explained him for more than thirty minutes why you were turning him down that time, but it didn’t seem that he understood your point.

“Damn!” He unleashed a heavy sigh as he watched you getting the things you needed for your Science class in your locker. “Who’s going to be my muse now?”

“I don’t know, Ty.” You shoved your books in your backpack and you carelessly shut your locker’s door. “Sorry.” You’ve never declined his offer, because you always had fun during your photoshoots with him, but you were really busy and you really felt sorry for him.

“Can’t you think of anyone who might accept my offer?” He desperately asked and followed you along the hallway as you started to walk towards your class.

You didn’t want to disappoint your best friend and you knew how paranoid he became when it came to searching for his muse. He never had this problem, since you’ve always accepted his offer, and he didn’t know what to do, panic was surely occupying his emotions.

You knew Tyler and he would always stick to only one subject for his school projects. You surely disappointed him, but he couldn’t blame you, because he knew that you had your own life too.

“Ty, why don’t you ask Jessica or Sheri?” You suggested as you stopped yourself from walking, which caused you and Tyler to bump into each other, fortunately not hurting yourselves.

“Alright, but you owe me one.” He was offended, but Tyler was a sweetheart and he understood serious things quickly. He was your best friend because he knew how to cope with you and how to respect your own decisions.

“No, I don’t!” You playfully replied, giggling as you saw him flashing his sweetest smile.

“Of course, you do.” He winked at you as he fidgeted with the cameras dangling on his neck. You both laughed, nevertheless it wasn’t really a big deal.

“I need to go, Ty.” You flashed him a smile as you thrusted your head to your classroom’s direction. He nodded with a big and wide smile on his face.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you and you just nodded as you started to walk again, increasing the distance between the two of you. “You owe me something, remember that!”

“She doesn’t!” You heard a deep voice along the hallway and you perfectly knew to whom it belonged: Montgomery, your boyfriend.

“What do you want, Montgomery?” Tyler’s shaky voice demanded for you to turn around and to check what was going on between them. The hallway was almost empty and some students were already in their respective classrooms. “(Y/N) is my best friend, I have the right to talk to her.”

“No, you leave her alone.” Your eyes widen and you quickly ran back to Tyler and Montgomery as you heard a sudden loud and sharp bang against the cold metal locker doors. “Freak!”

“Monty!” You stopped your boyfriend, but he just grabbed Tyler’s midnight blue button up shirt and tightened his grip as much as he could.

“Fucking leave her alone.” Montgomery threatened your best friend with his angry voice and eyes widened, showing that the sight of Tyler talking to you displeased and vexed him.

“These are thousand dollar cameras.” Your best friend tried to defend himself, protecting his beloved cameras. He really loved them, because photography was his life and favourite hobby too. You stood in front of them and you thought that your presence would have stopped Montgomery from pushing Tyler against the lockers behind him.

“Oh, yeah.” Montgomery nodded as he looked straight into Tyler’s eyes. He was struggling a little bit as Tyler was little taller than him. “I’ll break them on your face.”

“Montgomery, stop!” You pushed your boyfriend away, pulling his fist off Tyler’s clothes.

Montgomery was acting up, because he was jealous of your relationship with Tyler. You surely knew Tyler longer than you and Montgomery did, so he was afraid that you would leave him for your best friend.

“Threatening Tyler with your useless shit wouldn’t help you to ruin my relationship with him, okay?” You fiercely looked at your boyfriend’s eyes as you let him understand that he was doing the wrong thing.

“Don’t worry,” Tyler blurted out as he fixed his crumpled shirt. “your girlfriend hates me too.” He pointed out as he was referring to your action before, declining his proposal to be his muse. He shrugged his shoulders off, trying to assure Montgomery.

“Cut it off, Tyler!” You rolled your eyes. “I can do this on my own, go to your next class and I will see you later.”

“Alright, fine!” Tyler guiltily responded as he walked quickly through the empty corridors of your school. You watched his silhouette disappearing slowly from afar and you turned yourself to your still-miffed-boyfriend.

“Let’s go, de la Cruz!” You grabbed his forearm and you dragged him to the main entrance of your school. “We’re talking about your behaviour, because I am starting to be fed up. Okay?”

You heard him unleashing a long sigh and he foresaw the trouble that he was into. He was just afraid to lose you and you couldn’t blame him, but he was overreacting and he was menacing someone who meant a lot to you.

You both sat down on a bench, putting your school materials aside, and you inhaled some fresh air first, before you let the happening sink in your mind once again. The rage wrapped your body one more time and you looked at Montgomery, trying to catch his gaze.

“Fuck this silence!” Montgomery threw a fit and he stood up from the bench. He seriously considered your eyes and he saw your dull gaze. “I’m sorry, okay? I was just jealous.”

“I know, Montgomery,” You unleashed a deep and heavy sigh. You couldn’t believe that he was still jealous of Tyler and you were already dating for almost five months, five long months. “but you couldn’t keep on threatening my best friend whenever your jealousy takes control of your good and kind heart.”

“Of course, I can.” He bravely objected your statement. “I’m your boyfriend, he’s just your best friend.”

You knew Montgomery and he was a tough guy. He would do anything to protect you and your relationship. He would fight against people to maintain the bond between the two of you.

You loved him even though he was like that and you were trying to let him understand that he should stop worrying about your relationship, because your heart beat only for him. In fact, he was the perfect boyfriend that you could ever wish for, but all of us had our own imperfections. Montgomery’s imperfection was this: his inability to control his anger and his jealousy.

“It doesn’t work that way. Do you know that?” You remained calm as you fidgeted with your long dark sleeves. Finally shaking off the thought that you were skipping your class for a pointless chaos. You tried to not to cry, because you had to be strong. He had to listen to you and you knew that he wouldn’t if you just broke down.

“He is obstructing our relationship, (Y/N). I would be worried if I didn’t care about what he was doing, you know?” He debated, not getting the real point of your opinion. He was a hard-headed guy and you sometimes despised him for being one.

“No, Montgomery!” You protested, standing up from the bench. “You know what is obstructing our relationship?”

“Tyler!” He stated as he raised his voice, still convinced that the real cause was Tyler. You shook your head continuously to let him know that his answer was wrong. He wasn’t stupid, but he was blinded by his jealousy. Of course.

“Wrong!” You whispered as you leant towards him, diminishing the distances of your faces. “Your trust, Montgomery.” You poked his chest with your index finger as you ferociously pointed out. “Trust.”

“Okay, I had my doubts, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t trust you.” Montgomery lowered his voice as he calmly explained his thoughts, but you thought that they were just some sort of excuses.

“Your doubts?” You questioned him. “You had your doubts again?”

“Yes!” He bravely answered, almost shouting against you.

“And you want us to be together, nevertheless your doubts?” You asked him, being sure of what he had in his mind. Tears were about to escape, but you stopped them. You needed to be strong, remember? You couldn’t believe that he doubted on you once again, even though you never missed any chance to make him feel that you loved him. He doubted on you and it seriously hurt you.

“Yes!” He repeated with a sure and convinced voice timbre. He didn’t notice that you were hurt and he still kept his pride, shielding himself against your opinion.

“You know what those doubts are doing in our relationship?” You mumbled, the words were almost couldn’t be heard.

“No.” His feet suddenly became more interesting than seeing your face. His voice died as he honestly responded to your question.

“They are wrecking us.” You weakly blurted out. You couldn’t imagine your life without Montgomery and it broke you, everything broke you. “So, if you don’t want to lose me, start shaking off those doubts, because I love you. You, only you, and no one else, Montgomery!”

You grabbed your backpack and your books from the bench as you slowly walked away from Montgomery, leaving him with his mouth ajar. You decided to head to your Science class, although you were already late. It was always better to be late, than never. Right?

The journey was hard and heavy for you. The love that you were feeling for Montgomery was pulling you to bring you back next to him. You wanted to let him know that he would never lose you, no matter what happened between the two of you. He would never lose you, because you didn’t want to lose him either.

You loved Montgomery so much, but he doubted on you. It was heart-breaking, because you didn’t expect that he would doubt on you again, the first time was when he didn’t know that Tyler was your best friend and he thought that you were cheating on him. Sad, right? But he was excused that time.

You walked away from him and you let your tears to run down your face, letting your resentments out. Tears were slowly burning your crimson red cheeks.

He had his point on being jealous of your relationship with Tyler, but doubting on you? That was wrong, because, after all, doubts were the one who ruined relationships the most.

Montgomery hurt you and you would always forgive him, he just needed to realize his mistake after you opened his eyes.

It was better to be safe than to be sorry, right? Right.


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Tags - @tryingtobeedgy
Word Count - 1,372
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of Pocahontas and John Smith)
Warnings - A lil’ bit of fluff at the end and an attempted kidnap
Summary - Ok but I changed it a little bit from my original idea that I posted. Long time friends with Ben, you had to help Harry adjust to life in Auradon. When Harry annoys you, you walk off but someone takes you.



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Knock You Down

Originally posted by 13whyreasons


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader 

 Request: “49 - Zach Dempsey" 

 Prompt

 49. "I just wanted you for my lusts." 

Word count: 1.260

Posted: 02nd of June 2017 

A/N: OMG! I finally posted something after several days. I am so busy in these days, mostly now that I am having my training period. I am so happy to finally post an imagine, because I missed writing so much. I hope to find more time to write more and I will try my best to get through my prompt requests. 

 Anyways, thank you for your support and I love to talk with some of you. If you want to talk to me, don’t hesitate to do so. I am happy to have new friends. Thank you so much and I love you all, really. Hope you enjoy this imagine. Thank you. 

 P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines as I am still drowning in requests. Sorry. 

- G. x

Link: Prompt List 

Warning: a lot of swearing 


"Zach, what is your problem?” You ran as fast as you could as you tried to cope with your boyfriend’s long steps, also avoiding people along your way. He was so tall that his steps were the double of yours and you practically needed to walk-run to be able to walk with him. “Zach, talk to me!” You sighed as you felt the shortness of your breath. “Zachary Dempsey!” You belted out, using your voice as loud as you could and it caused for an echo to be heard along the hallway. 

“Fuck off, (Y/N)! I don’t need you.” Zach suddenly stopped as he faced you. He had his eyebrows furrowed, but you also saw some hints of sadness and pity in his eyes. He was hurting you with his words and he perfectly knew that you couldn’t handle your fights and discussions, mostly when you are in a public place. 

“What the hell is happening to you?” You bravely asked him, holding your tears back. You wanted to show him that you were fearless, that you weren’t scared of him, of his damn heartbreaking words. “Tell me!" 

"I hate you!” Zach fearlessly stated, making people look at the two of you. If your were brave, he was braver and you knew that it wasn’t the Zach that you met and had a relationship with. “I don’t love you anymore, (Y/N).” You suddenly felt your tears falling as they wet your red burning cheeks, some needles continuously and pitilessly poking your heart. 

“No, you don’t hate me.” You slowly shook your head. You were dumbfounded for the things that Zach has been saying and you suddenly felt a tight knot in your stomach and a heavy weight in your chest. 

Your relationship with Zach was going in a perfect way, but, suddenly, the straw broke the camel’s back and you didn’t know what happened to it. 

You honestly couldn’t believe his words. He has always made you feel loved and wanted and he was acting otherwise. Zach was a sweet guy and he would hurt anybody just to protect you, but he was the one who was hurting you this time. 

“I do!” He said and you noticed that his voice cracked a little bit. You couldn’t understand why he was doing such thing. “I really do." 

"What have I done, Zach?” You asked him in a languish tone, obviously hurting for the happening in that moment. “Why do you hate me that much?" 

"You,” He started as he fiddled with his backpack’s strap. “you are too perfect for me and I hate you for that.” His voice was fierce, showing the bravery that he had inside him, but you knew Zach. He was never that prideful, he would never go against you, he would never use that tone with you. 

“What the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he complimented you but hated you at the same time. The chaos in your head caused you a severe migraine: headache and nausea fighting inside of your body. “Zach, are you out of your mind?" 

"No, (Y/N). I didn’t want you.” He spat out as if he was being tortured by someone. He was faking everything, because you knew that Zach would never do that. He was blurring things out, things that he didn’t even thought of, but he was obliged to say them. 

“You did and you still do, Zach!” Tears uncontrollably fell down from your eyes. You were lucky to have Zach and you couldn’t accept the fact that he was destroying you at that moment. “In these months, you made me feel worthy, happy and important." 

"Illusions!” He shouted and you noticed that there was a big crowd watching the whole scene. You felt a little bit stressed out, because it was a private thing but everybody was observing you: gossiping and judging your relationship with Zach. 

“Illusions?” You shook your head and wiped off your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your make up was smudged all around your face, but you couldn’t care enough, it was your last thought during that time. Your pride took your senses and you shouted as you were already full of Zach’s shit. 

“Yes, illusions.” He looked straight into your eyes, emotionlessly as he threw you his shit in your teeth. 

“What the hell?” You couldn’t understand him and you heard nothing but the rumours that travel from the people around you. You were surrounded by the people and they found your show amazing and entertaining. 

“Get over it, (Y/N).” He meant your relationship, for sure. “I just wanted you for my lusts.” His gaze suddenly fell on the floor and he couldn’t consider you straightly in your eyes. You heard people cheering and shouting, but Zach heard your heart falling into pieces. After all, you’ve been together for months, three months to be exact, and he knew when you have your resentments or problems.

“No, you didn’t. We’ve always made love, Zach, and you have always said me that you loved me. They weren’t just some ordinary sex sessions, weren’t they?” You forcefully said as your voice was slowly fading. You were having a hard time to deal with the emotions that you were feeling and you were almost caving in. 

“We had sex, (Y/N),” He neared his face towards you and he whispered in your ear. “sex.”

“Fuck you, Zach.” You pushed him away and he really crossed your line. Your tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uninterruptedly. “Fuck you.” You tightened your fist as you felt useless and you were angry at yourself for letting yourself in, for being a victim of the heartless and asshole jocks of your high school.

“Bye.” Zach greeted you as you saw some tears falling from his brown almond-shaped eyes. He turned his back and he started to walk away from you, pushing the people out of his way.

“Fuck you, Dempsey!” You shouted as loud as you could and you saw that he stopped in the middle of the hallway to talk to Bryce. The people’s presence around you faded and you didn’t mind them as the world stopped between you, Zach and Bryce.

“You finally did it, Dempsey!” Bryce shouted cheerfully, teasing you as he searched for your face in the crowd. “Take the money.” He handed Zach some paper bills and you realized what Zach has done and what he didn’t want to do. 

“Fuck off, Bryce.” You heard Zach sobbing and he pushed Bryce’s hand away, rejecting the money that he was offering. Obviously, still feeling bad for what he has done. 

You watched them from afar, crowd disappearing slowly, and that was when you realized that you were just a bet. A bet that Zach shouldn’t have done, but he did and he just hurt you and your feelings. He let you feel that you were the luckiest girl in the world, but then he wrecked you all at once. He destroyed and knocked you down. You were blinded by the love that you had for him and you didn’t notice that he conquered you to step on your ego and knock you down.

You noticed that he was hurting you against his will, but the bond with his friends was more important than the relationship he had with you. Who would’ve noticed you, after all? No one, except when they needed to put some bet on you. It sucked, didn’t it? Of course, it did.

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Secret admirer!Hoseok

Part 12

Scenario:

[A/N]: Hey Sunshines! I’m very late I know, and I am so so sorry. I’m done with the writing part of my exams, the English went great, but the German… I just messed it up pretty much. T.T Anyway! I am back again with the next part, and I can ensure you, that I’ll update more often from now on. I feel really sorry, for being this late; I planned it to be longer, but It was just so so long that I decided to post them separately. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter, and that you didn’t give up on reading it because of my late!! Take care, Sunshines~ ♥

Sitting in your classroom you were spacing out thinking about the previous events; as you waited for Namjoon near his classroom, you felt the burning looks of the students and heard the quiet whispers, that wasn’t actually quiet, because all of the words that left their mouths was clearly audible; “Who is she?”. You felt so uncomfortable that you decided to come back to the classroom. You can give the box to him in any breaks, anyway. But in that moment, you could hear your name being called. At first you jumped, because the voice wasn’t familiar; it was soft and nice, but you couldn’t recognize it. Turning to its direction, you saw three boys standing in the doorway of the classroom. Two of them were very tall, while the guy standing on the left was a bit smaller than them. You knew him by sight; if you remembered well, then his name was Jimin. Park Jimin. All the three were friends of Namjoon and – assuming – Hoseok. You frowned as you were thinking, and the guy standing in the middle with board shoulders beckoned kindly. You nodded shyly as you stood up and walked toward the door. When you were finally on the corridor, the third guy, who you couldn’t recognize, reached out his hand holding a cup in it with the kind words on the familiar green sticky note; “Only one day, Sunshine~”. You brightened up as you saw it, and with a bow you took it.

“Thank you!” gazing at the coloured paper you said it with a wide smile.

“How cute~” one of them said, probably Jimin, because the moment, when you lifted your head up to look at them, the board-shoulder guy dug his elbow into his ribs gently.

“Sorry for my friend here, he doesn’t know what he is talking about!” he said apologizing.

“No, no!” you shook your head kindly. “It’s okay” as the words left your lips, the small guy straightened up, and grinned up to the other. The latter sighed then turned to you again.

“Namjoon apologizes to you; he has some stuff to do before classes, so that’s the reason why we came instead of him.”

“The three musketeers!” the other two boys said, and immediately high-fived each other. You giggled at their action as you bowed.

“Thank you, three musketeers! You’ve saved the day!” you added with a chuckle.

“Oh, please don’t bother to call us like that!” the third guy stepped forward. “My name is Jeon Jungkook, the tall guy behind me is Kim Seokjin and that dwarf next to him is called Park Jimin” he introduced themselves.

“Ya, I’m not a dwarf!” Jimin exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re not~” Seokjin patted his shoulders to comfort him.

“Um… nice to meet you, guys! My name is [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]!”

“We know!” Jungkook said with a bright smile. You mentally slapped your forehead as you realized that they called you on your name a few minutes before.

“Yeah. Hoseok-hyung talks a lot about you, so it would be a big mistake if we wouldn’t know your name!” the small boy laughed. A slight blush appeared on your face as you heard his sentence. You were happy, that he was talking about you a lot, but it’s a bit embarrassing, that all of his friends were aware of his crush on you, but you weren’t able to reveal his identity, only after weeks.

“But now, excuse us; we have to go in our classes” Seokjin took one step forward and leaned a bit closer to you. “I’ve never liked to be on this floor… most of the students stare at people like they are intruders; especially when they are from different grades.” he looked around then made a silly face to imitate them. You put your free hand before your mouth to hide your laughter from the others around you.

“I can absolutely relate to that!” you sighed acting you’re annoyed, but the big smile on your face showed the opposite.

“See you later, [Y/N]!!” they waved to you as they turned around and began to walk along the corridor. You watched them as they disappeared on the end of it, and with an inhale you entered your classroom smiling. His friends are so kind! – you thought as you sat down, but then you remembered something. The lunch-box! Whatever, you have still breaks to give it to one of them, anyway.

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You were sitting alone at the big table at the canteen as you mixed the sauce with the rice on your plate. In general you didn’t sit alone in the lunch break; you knew a few students from other classes or even from yours, so you had always somebody to accompany you, but this time they were with their friends, absorbedly chatting with each other and you didn’t want to disturb them. Although you didn’t mind eating alone, you liked to have people around you. Finishing your preparations, you were about to begin to eat, when somebody put their plate on the table. You looked up surprised to see a smiling Namjoon.

“Would you mind if the seven… well – currently – six musketeers join you at lunch?” he tried to keep smiling after the slip of the tongue, but the slight sadness could be seen in his eyes. You encouragingly smiled back at him as you nodded. And before you could inhale, five guys sat down to your table. Are they an army or what??

“Hey, [Y/N]!” Jungkook greeted taking a seat next to you. You had no time to answer, another boy sat on your other side.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met, my name is Taehyung!” he introduced himself with a bright smile. You confusedly bowed.

“[Y/N], nice to meet you!”

“Seriously, where’s Yoongi? It always takes so long for him to get his meal~” Jimin whined, but after a few seconds, the sixth musketeer arrived.

“Hey” he said nonchalantly.

“Hey, Yoongi, she is [Y/N]! [Y/N] he’s Yoongi” Namjoon introduced the guy.

“Hey, nice to meet you” the said boy nodded then started to eat.

“Don’t mind him, he is usually like this; an old grumpy cat, but deep inside, he is a really kind man” Jungkook leaned closer so only you could hear it, but Yoongi immediately looked up.

“I’m not a cat!” an annoyed expression followed his also annoyed voice.

“I don’t mind it at all, really” you shook your head. “I think that everybody is individual in their own way.”

“Thank you!” Yoongi exclaimed.

“Yeah, I think so too. For example, I’m individual, because I’m the most handsome” dramatically looking sideway up, Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair. You noticed only now, that his bangs were choppy. You didn’t know why, but it looked very adorable and charming.

“And because nobody eats like you” Namjoon sighed.

“Ya, I eat the most attractive way the humanity ever saw!”

“Sure!” the guy next to him answered.

“Eating is important, so I think it’s actually very attractive when people eat” you explained while taking a piece of meat in your mouth.

“Did you hear it? Even a girl declares it~” Namjoon just rolled his eyes which made you laugh. The whole group was so funny and cheerful that the wide smile on your face never disappeared as long as you were among them.

“Anyway, thank you again for bringing me the coffee! It was delicious as usual” you tried to change the topic.

“Oh, it’s nothing! You should thank for Yoongi-hyung; he brought it from Hoseok this morning” Jungkook pointed on the eating guy.

“Don’t mention that Horse-face again!” he sighed.

“Wow, did he wake you up or what?” the boy who sat next to you asked. Taehyung, if you remembered well. The other only gazed at him with a look that told everything.

“I assume, he did.” the boy gulped and continued his meal.

“He keeps on breaking one important rule; Never, ever wake up Yoongi” Jimin shook his head disapprovingly.

“Is he doing well?” you asked turning to the said guy.

“Well, he has enough energy to be annoying and take pictures of me at five in the morning, because ‘Your face is so funny! Hahahaha!’” he imitated him laughing which made you burst out in laughter as well. “That’s what I got in exchange of caring about him.”

“Well, I thank You for keeping an eye on him and making sure he’s doing well!” you smiled thankfully at him which made him smile as well. He nodded as an answer; honestly, there wasn’t too much to say, you understood him.

“Wow, Yoongi is smiling! You’re a miracle, [Y/N]!” Jungkook clapped with amusement.

“Eat, kid, or else I’ll eat your meal up so attractively, you’ll crave for it!” Seokjin hissed at him and you giggled.

“Oh!” remembering you took out the little lunch-box from your backpack. “I put more food in it, knowing that Namjoon visits him, so he could eat as well… but I didn’t expect seven of you including Hoseok.” your voice become silent at the end of your sentence.

“Only one question…” Taehyung turned his head to you. “Where are your wings?”

“Huh?” you frowned.

“Are you an angel?” Jimin leaned closer as well.

“Um…” you blushed from the attention you got not knowing what to answer.

“Actually…” Namjoon’s words interrupted them as they left his mouth loudly. “…I was thinking about something else.”

“What?” some of the boys curiously asked.

“Maybe…” he looked at you with a look you didn’t like. “…Instead of us, you could give him the lunch-box.”

“But he isn’t at school” the frown on your forehead appeared again.

“Yeah, but he lives close to it” Namjoon nodded.

“I don’t know where he lives” you tried to escape from the plan the boy have planned.

“But we do, and you know us, so this problem could be solved easily!” he grinned and it made you feel suspicious. Maybe you meet him sooner than you thought?!


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