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anonymous asked:

IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.

She didn’t—

Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.

It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.

Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.

Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”

“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.

“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”

Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—

“Pardon me.”

This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”

“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”

The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”

“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.

But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”

“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”

She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out. 

“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”

“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.

“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”

The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”

“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.

“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)

It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.

Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?

What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.

I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”

They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—

Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.

(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”

“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”

“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)

By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.

Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”

Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.

“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”

“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”

This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.

There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.

“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.

“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”

Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”

Luke shut off the speeder.

(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)

Invisible Ink

april 26 @snowbaz-feda

i needed a break from victorian stuff so here’s a soulmate au that im p sure is unique (meaning i came up with it and havent seen this exact au yet so)

soulmate au where at age 18 everyone finds out their soulmate. On their birthday, at the minute they were born, the image of their soulmate as they look in that moment appears on their forearm. Nobody else can see it unless it’s the soulmate and that person has already reached age 18. It stays forever.

part 2

word count: 737

Baz rolled over in bed, subconsciously missing Watford’s old mattresses. Who cared it was his birthday? Who cared he was eighteen now? Nothing new was going to be revealed. He knew it, already.

A sharp itching in his left forearm caused Baz to sit up and rub at the offensive limb. The itching only got more severe until a blurry image appeared in that same spot. It was hard to tell at first, but minutes later the tattoo became clear. The dolt. Snoring and drooling on Baz’s arm for eternity. It was the final fuck you to his father from the universe. Your son’s destined to be with the tool you hate the most!! And it’s gay! Those ridiculous curls flopped across Simon’s forehead and his mouth hung open, all tattooed perfectly into Baz’s forearm.

The thing about soulmate tattoos is that only he and Simon would be able to see each other’s, so there was no telling if they were lying. And who knew when the git had been born? He was an orphan. And a dolt. And Baz’s soulmate.

Simon hated the homes. He was nearly eighteen, and technically, he didn’t need to stay there. He could just leave, if he wanted. But something kept him in the homes.

This one was in London. Actually in London. Meaning they had a harder time keeping track of kids who wandered onto the tube, or got lost at the shopping centres. Meaning Simon could slip away to a convenience store and hide Aero bars in the waistband of his trackies, as he was currently doing. And doing a damn good job of it, too, until in walked the last person Simon expected or wanted to see.

“Snow.” He sounded surprised. The tosser looked every bit as perfect and put-together as he did all through school. Except he was wearing jeans. Posh jeans, by the fit of them, but jeans nonetheless.

“Baz.” Simon was sure he sounded no less surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I live near here, this year. Your turn.”

“Went out for a drive.”

“Bull shit, Baz.”

He shrugged, letting his fingers drag across the shelves as he crossed to Simon. “What’s in your pants?”

“What are you talking about?” Simon shifted inelegantly to hide his bars.

“Do I need to spell it out of you? It’s obvious.”

“Only to righteous gits like you.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Baz seemed less into insulting Simon than normal. “What is it, though?”

Simon felt his cheeks flame angrily. “I said. Nothing.” Simon’s forearm began to itch and he scratched it absently. Baz’s eyes dropped immediately to Simon’s arm. “What are you on about?”

Baz shook his head. “Look, if it’s a money thing, let me buy it. You know I have the cash.”

“It’s nothing, Baz. Seriously. Drop it.” Unfortunately, an Aero bar decided that moment to drop unceremoniously out of his trousers.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re stealing Aero bars? Of all the things to lift, you chose Aero bars?”

“Fuck off.” Which always means Simon’s lost. “They’re my favorite and I don’t have shit.” Simon reached again for his wrist, but Baz caught it.

“Don’t scratch.”

“Okay, mom.” Both boys froze at the comment, remembering their and each other’s lack of a mother.

“I’m serious. It must be your birthday.”

“What the fuck does tha—? Oh. Oh right.” Simon then took to staring at his wrist, waiting for an image to appear. Baz tried not to, but couldn’t help it.

“Hand over the Aero bars, while you’re at it. I’ll buy.”

“Why would you do that?”

“It’s your birthday, Snow. Can’t be solely rude all the time. You’d get too used to it.” Begrudgingly, Simon relinquished the candy bars. Baz took all seven of them and went to pay the woman working the till.

“Jesus Christ!” Simon was swearing like a Normal again.

“What what?” Baz unwrapped a bar and took a bite, chewing slowly. “Better than I remember.”

“Baz, what the fuck.” Simon grabbed for Baz’s wrist and flipped it. Nothing. “Wait, I…then…”

“Wrong wrist, you dolt.” Baz yanked up his left sleeve, revealing the slumbering Snow on his own forearm.

“But that means…”  He had that dumb look on his face. The one where Simon’s mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“That we’re soulmates, yeah. Come on, Chosen One. Let’s go for a walk.”


binder positivity by joey


Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5. Simon.

It’s getting late, and I’m tired and desperate to go home. Baz has been acting quiet and sullen all day, and I want to check on him and make sure everything’s okay. I’ve been flying around all afternoon saving kids from drowning in lakes and rescuing hikers trapped in the forest and I even flew someone’s cat down from a tree. Sometimes being a superhero is a lot less exciting than people might think.

I’m almost back to the Watford campus when I see a group of people outside a bar that I immediately get a bad feeling about. I fly lower and land on the roof. There’s a group of tough-looking men and women who have someone cornered by the back door. My tail starts swishing behind me and I’m about to leap into the fray when I hear shouts and the sound of pounding feet.

A girl has broken out of the group and is running for her life, blonde hair swinging behind her. She’s clutching something that I realise must be pepper spray. She’s wearing heels and a dress that I suddenly recognise – it’s Agatha.

One of the men has started chasing her. I leap down from the building but before I even make it to the ground, a blurry shape rushes past me and seems to collide with him. There’s a brief scuffle and then the guy is lying on the ground, unconscious.

I catch a glimpse of him before he goes after the rest of the group. Basilton Pitch. Of course, this kind of thing is usually his job. I leave him to it and fly after Agatha.

‘Agatha –’ Shit. I almost forgot that she doesn’t know it’s me. And if Basilton heard me call her by name, he might be able to figure out who I am. I can’t let him have the upper hand.

I don’t know whether or not she heard me, but she only runs faster, which finally makes her trip over her heels and fall on her face (I’m surprised she ran so fast in those things). I land next to her.

‘It’s just me,’ I say, bending to help her up.

She looks relieved. ‘Snow. Great. Thank you.’ She throws a panicked glance over her shoulder, still breathing hard.

We both get a shock when Basilton suddenly appears in front of us.

‘Are you hurt?’ he says to her, his voice icy cold.

‘I’ve got it under control,’ I butt in.

‘I wasn’t talking to you, Snow,’ he growls.

‘I’m fine,’ Agatha says. ‘Just shaken.’

He nods curtly and starts to walk away.

‘Hey,’ I call, ‘where are you going?’

‘She says she’s fine,’ he says without turning around.

‘Your job isn’t done! Aren’t you going to make sure she actually gets home safely?’

He stops walking and turns around with a sigh. ‘Why would she need me when she has the great heroic Snow?’

‘But it’s your job,’ I say stubbornly. Why is he acting like such a villain? He usually at least pretends to care about anyone he rescues.

‘Why are you even here, then?’

‘I was just in the area.’ Fuck, now he’ll know I live nearby. ‘There was an incident. With a cat. Near here.’

‘Right,’ he says, the scorn heavy in his voice. ‘A cat. So that’s what the mighty and revered superhero does with his time.’

My tail is twitching behind me. It does that when I’m agitated. Of course Basilton notices.

‘Are you going to strangle me with that tail of yours?’ he taunts. ‘Or are you going to fly up and drop me off a building, like your father did to my –’

I slam into him (as if I’m responsible for my father’s actions) and try to punch him in the jaw (it was an accident, why can’t he accept that, of course Davy didn’t mean to) and he ducks out of the way (I’m so tired of him taking everything out on me and it’s not like he hasn’t killed people too). We’re circling each other in the middle of a deserted alleyway.

‘Go on,’ he says. ‘Don’t you have better things to do than fight me?’

I’m seeing red, and I want to tell him that he’s a villain and that makes it my job to fight him, but I remember Agatha watching us and tell myself to calm down. Agatha’s my friend. I don’t want her to see this, even if she doesn’t know that it’s me.

‘Fine,’ I spit. ‘I’ll make sure she’s safe, since you don’t seem to care.’

He shakes his head. ‘This isn’t over.’

‘It’s never over, is it, nemesis mine.’ (It pisses him off when I call him that, which is the only reason why I do it.) I turn around and walk back to Agatha, who’s been watching us with barely concealed curiosity. And possibly some contempt.

‘I can get home by myself,’ she says to me.

‘I know. I’m going the same way.’

‘How do you know where I’m going?’

I shrug. ‘Just a gut feeling.’


I shed my disguise on the roof of the building as usual and make my way down to room 61. At least I escaped without any injuries this time, so Baz won’t ask any questions.

I try to get back into my regular uni student Simon headspace before going into the room. I remember last night, when I fell asleep on Baz’s bed and he tucked me in and we swapped beds for the night. I remember sitting right up close to him as we watched the movies. I can’t remember what either movie was about, I was too busy noticing how it felt to have him so close to me. Too busy imagining all the different ways he might react if I leaned over and kissed his cheek, or if I reached over and started playing with his hair, or if I laced our fingers together.

I didn’t do any of those things, obviously. But I want to. I want to do more than that. Today though, in all the classes we shared and in the afternoon, he was withdrawn. He barely spoke to me unless I spoke to him first. I wonder if he regrets sleeping in my bed last night. If he thinks we crossed a line that he didn’t want us to cross.

I take a deep breath before turning my key in the lock and shoving open the door. Baz is on his bed fiddling with his phone. He doesn’t look up when I come in.

‘Where were you?’ he asks.

‘I – um – with Agatha,’ I blurt. (It’s technically true.)

His face remains expressionless. ‘I see,’ he says.

I sit on the edge of my bed, facing him.

‘Is everything okay?’ I ask.

He looks up and raises an eyebrow. ‘Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?’

‘It’s just…’ I frown. ‘You’re being distant.’

‘Am I?’

‘If it’s about yesterday…’


I roll my eyes. ‘Come on, Baz. You know. Me sleeping in your bed.’ I’m probably blushing. Fuck. He must know how I feel.

‘It wasn’t a big deal, Simon,’ he says.


‘You said you were fine with it,’ he says, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

‘I – I was,’ I stammer. ‘I am.’

‘What’s the problem, then?’ He narrows his eyes at me. ‘Is this because you were with Agatha? Because it’s not like we –’

Oh. Oh. Agatha. My ex.

‘No,’ I blurt out, cutting him off. ‘I mean, I wasn’t with Agatha, not like… you know. We’re just friends. I mean, it’s been months, and we’re really close, but we’re definitely – we’re just friends.’

He waits for me to stop rambling. ‘Sure, Simon,’ he says. ‘And you’re okay with that?’

‘Yeah, I’m – yeah, totally,’ I say. I rub my hand over my eyes. ‘I mean, I’m not interested in Agatha anymore, if that’s what you’re asking.’ I hesitate, biting my lip. ‘I’m actually – I might be interested in someone else.’

I peek up at him and – he’s smiling, this tiny, private smile like he’s trying not to let me see it, but I do see it, and I want to walk over there and kiss it off his lips. Instead, I blush madly, grab my pyjamas and rush out the door.


Word Count: 669

Pairing: Jongdae/Reader

Request: “Can u write something where the reader and Chen have been really good friends for a long time, but they start developing feelings for each other?”

A/N: I didn’t want to make it THAT cliche so I wrote this a bit differently. I hope that’s okay! (Even tho I think it’s still pretty cliche hoho) And this is just a mini oneshot so it’s a bit short! :D Enjoy~

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Insecurity - Bart Allen x Reader (Young Justice)

Originally posted by samriegel

You had attempted to be reserved and distant with your fellow team members, but it seemed to get harder every day. At first, it was easy. You avoided any and all “team” activities outside the normal training and missions, eluded any kind of socialization, and warded off any attempts to get you to stay in your assigned room in the cave. These tactics worked for the most part until Bart Allen came along.

 Not to give the impression that you didn’t want to be on the team, you did. You loved being able to help people with your powers, but you feared the rejection you would face if the others were to get to know you. Nobody seemed to like you when they knew you well enough.Therefore when Bart Allen traveled back through time and got stuck here, it became your personal hell. He seemed to take a liking to you, always trying to talk to you and volunteering to be your sparring partner.

You had tried everything to ward him off. Ignoring him when he tried to start a conversation with you, hitting him harder than necessary when sparring, and avoiding him in general. However, he kept trying. Bart would keep talking as if you answered him when you didn’t. He just laughed when you hit him harder than you should have. When you tried to hide from him in the cave, he would always find you somehow and start talking. 

This kept up for weeks until you almost lost your mind. He made you so nervous, because this interaction could only go on so long before something happened. Unfortunately for you, it did. 

Originally posted by mma-gifs

It was a training day, and Nightwing wanted everyone to spar one at a time, so everyone could observe what they did wrong. You prayed silently hoping you would be partnered with anyone else but him. Unfortunately, the fates were not on your side when Bart volunteered to be your partner once again. As you waited your turn, Bart kept whispering jokes in your ear.  You didn’t like how close he was standing to you. It felt too personal like you were friends, which you weren’t. 

You could have tolerated it like you tolerated everything Bart had done so far, but you were so tried of this. Bart was too close and too loud for you to handle. It was suffocating. Having a urgent need to stop his whispering and to get some space, you turn to push him away. Disastrously, you ended up punching him instead. 

 Bart fell to the ground, holding his jaw. The echo of the impact resonated throughout the room, causing everyone to stop what they were doing to look at you. You hadn’t meant to hit him, only to push him away. Opening your mouth, you tried to explain yourself as everyone gathered around. As you tried to find the words, you began to panic when you felt everyone’s stares on you. It wasn’t until you felt Nightwing’s hand on your shoulder did you run.

You ran to the zeta tubes in a terror, ignoring the calls of your name behind you. A hand tried to grab your arm, but you brushed it off as you disappeared into the tube. 

Originally posted by dengesizlerinprensesi

Stumbling out of the zeta tube’s phone booth entrance and into the rain. You didn’t know where you were, but you kept running. Tears were streaming down your face, mixing in with the rain as you ran across a busy street. Cars honked at you, along with the shouts of other pedestrians. You narrowly escaped from being hit. Your only thoughts were to get away.

On the sidewalk once again, you pushed past people. The suffocating feeling you had from before returned as the people were too close and too loud. You turned into a empty alley. Soothed by the lack of people, you slowed down into a jog. You were soaked to the bone as you made your way down the alley. When you looked down at your feet for a second, realizing you weren’t wearing shoes. 

Feeling a rush of air and water beside you, you look up to see Bart Allen suddenly appear in front of you. You screamed, skidding to a halt as you attempt to run the other way only to have Bart appear in front of you again.

“(Y/N), calm down,” he soothed, holding up his hands like you were a scared animal. 

You take a few slow steps away from him, sobs shaking your body. “Why can’t you leave me alone,” you shout, wanting to know why he was doing this to you.

“Because I like you,” Bart said bluntly. He took a step towards you. You watched him wide-eyed, taking another step back.  

“No, you don’t. No one likes me,” you argue, shaking your head at him as your tears blended in with the rain trailing down your face.  

Bart gave you a sad smile, “You’re wrong about that.”   

“How do you know that,” you demanded. You hated how he acted as if he knew you. It felt like all your attempts to be distant from everyone were in vain.

“I know because I knew you,” Bart replied calmly. He took a step towards you. You are surprised by the certainty of his statement. Bart took your silence as permission to continue. “In the future, you saved me. When I lost my father, you were there to help me through it. You kept me safe from the Reach and I fell in love with you. Even though the differences between our ages wouldn’t allow anything to come from it, I loved you.”  

You stare at Bart in shocked silence. Never did you assume that Bart knew you in the future, suddenly everything made sense. Bart continued with his story, “You died saving me from Blue Beetle.I almost couldn’t handle it.” He had tears in his eyes. “I was lost for a time until I found Neutron who sent me here. When I first saw you after arriving here, I fell in love with you all over again. The only difference this time is that I can tell you. I love you, (Y/N).” 

 Bart is only a step away from you now, having moved closer throughout his speech. You look at him with disbelief. “Even if you did know me from your future, I’m not the same person you fell in love with.”  

“I know,” Bart admits, looking you straight in the eye. “That’s why I want to get to know you. I’m sorry for scaring you. I was too pushy and I know that now.” He smiled. “Can you forgive me?”  

You watch him with uncertainty. Bart was standing close to you, but it didn’t suffocate you. Actually, it felt natural. You wipe your eyes as the rain continued to pour down on both of you. Taking a deep breath, you decided to trust him. “I forgive you, Bart.” 

 He grinned at you brightly. “Well, now that the serious stuff is over.” Bart shuffled awkwardly. “I happen to live near here with my honorary great-grandparents. Do you want to go over there with me?” He held out his hand for you.  

“I’d like that,” you answered taking his offered hand with a tiny smile.  

Bart smiled back cheesy before commenting, “This is going to be so crash.” You rolled your eyes at him as you both walked hand in hand out of the alley. The rain was still pouring, but either of you seemed to mind.   

Moonflower: Part Two

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

Hoseok Soulmate AU

Warning: I got angsty with this

It’s been about two months now since you moved into your new apartment in Seoul, and you had been adjusting well. You had met with the company who wanted you to animate for, and already had a few projects underway. The only thing that was bothering you, was the fact that your flower bloomed at night now, which made you certain that your soulmate had to be somewhere in Korea. So as a pastime, and a way to try and run into your soulmate, you like to hunt out new and unique coffee shops. It was a Friday afternoon and you decided to give yourself the day off. After a bit of searching, you had found a new cafe that was in walking distance from your apartment.

Deep Coffee? Interesting name, You thought to yourself. So you put on real clothes, and made a attempt to look human, then left for the shop. Upon arriving you noticed it was very small, and decorated with interesting art work. Like a… hulk hand holding a bouquet of flowers? Shaking your head you ordered a small latte from the menu.

“Would you like to go down to the lounge for an extra 2,000 won?” The barista asked with a smile. Having no idea what she was referring to, you agreed. “Okay, you’re just going to go down those stair to your right. You can stay there as long as you like.”

Thanking her, you grabbed your coffee and approached the stairs. There weren’t very many, but they were a little steep. After stepping carefully down, fearing that you would break an ankle, you made it down to the opening. It was basically a giant wreck room, two, maybe three times the size of the actual shop. It was decorated with many different couches and chairs, some of which looked like thrones. There was a few game tables there too, like pool and air hockey. Also a mini race track for toy cars. The whole place seemed empty except for the DJ who was playing some chill music. There was a corner you couldn’t see around from where you were standing, so you went to investigate. It was just another couch and a few chairs, so you decided to take a seat.

After a few minutes of sitting, enjoying your coffee, and the music, the DJ got up from his station and made his way over to you. He pushed his light brown hair out of his face, and smiled as he sat in the chair next to you. “I’ve never seen you around here before, are you a tourist?” His voice was smooth, welcoming, and made your heart flutter a little.

Almost forgetting to respond, you cleared your throat. “Ah, no, I just moved here a few months ago actually. So I’ve just been exploring around in my free time, and happened to find this place.”

“Oh, I see. I know most people around here, so I was just curious.” A slight smile was lingering on his lips as he spoke, and boy you were hoping he was your soulmate. “Well I guess you don’t know about our Friday night events, so if you’re interested I can tell you more.”

“I mean, the only other plans I have today were sleeping so spill the beans,” you joked. He smiled hearing that news.

“Well, we have a few guest DJs coming so they can invade my station and play some of their tracks,” he stopped briefly to adjust his seating position. “Usually a good amount of people come to hang out with friends.” Looking up with a smirk he continued, “And if you give me your number, I can get you in for free.” Cracking, he laughed at himself and his attempt at getting your phone number. His laugh was cute, and made you smile yourself.

“Well,” you began, “If you give me your name in exchange, I think we’ll have a deal.” He made a face pretending that he wasn’t sure about it. “Tough bargain I know.”

“Kangjoon,” he said while pulling out his phone from his pocket. “Seo Kangjoon. Now time to hold up your side of the deal.” You put your number in his phone along with your name (he commented to himself about being a cute name, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it or not), which he called to make sure you weren’t faking him out. “I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight then.”

That night when you arrived back to the coffee shop, you could already hear the music playing downstairs. You were still a little bummed out because when you had got home earlier, you had noticed your flower hadn’t changed, crushing your hopes of Kangjoon being your soulmate.

“Hey Y/N, nice to see you actually came,” Kangjoon said jokingly. He was standing right at the top of the stairs. “Come on, let’s go down.” He cocked his head in the direction of the stairs. He dramatically put out his arm for you to hold while going down the stairs, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Right after getting to the bottom, someone had caught his attention. “Hey, I have to go talk to that guy over there. It’s important DJ business,” sounding a little guilty as he spoke he smiled at you. “You can go find somewhere to sit, or play a game. I’ll find you in just a minute, okay?”

You nodded as he walked off and over to another guy who was standing at the music station. You scanned the area and decided to go round the corner to where you were sitting earlier that day. Not being too careful, you bumped into someone while going around the corner. Their cup slipped out of their hand, but you were quick enough to catch it. “I’m so sorry. Did it spill at all?”

The guy chuckled, “Nope, but that was a nice catch. It’s all good.”

You looked up to meet his eyes, only for it to feel like your heart skipped a beat. The top you were wearing now was looser than the one you had on earlier, and a liver of your birthmark was visible. Looking down, you saw it fill with a pale blue, as it’s petals were in full bloom due to the late hour. As you looked back up at the stranger, whose face was half covered with a black mask, you saw his eyes widen as he noticed what happened as well.

“You..” he choked out, barely audible. His eyes were frantically looking around before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you with him. “I need to speak with you in private.” He stopped walking once we were completely out of the coffee shop. He pulled his mask down so it sat below his chin, expression growing increasingly distraught. His face was strikingly familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. “Do you know who I am?” Voice barely above a whisper, he leaned close to you.

“You look familiar but I can’t seem to remember,” before you could continue he started speaking again.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, from the group BTS.” He said this quietly and quickly to make sure nobody hear him. Your eyes widened as soon as he said it. “Yeah you must have an idea. So I’m going to keep it short and sweet.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t be with you. I don’t care if you’re my soulmate, I can’t be in any sort of a relationship right now. I have more important things to do. This has nothing to do with you personally, this is a decision I made two years ago when I got my birthmark removed.”

It took a moment for his words to process in your mind. You had just found your soulmate, and now he’s saying he wants nothing to do with you? “Wait. What?” It was all you could say at this point.

“I’m really, truly sorry.” His voice was a little shaky, it was obvious he wasn’t ready to actually meet you, let alone tell you to not get involved with him. “I’m sure you’ll find happiness somewhere else.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes as sadness, anger, and disappointment stirred inside of you.

About to speak, your words got caught in your throat before they could come out. You felt like a part of you was just ripped off and torn to shreds.

A tear slipped from your eye as you heard Kangjoon’s voice. “Y/N do you know this guy? Is he bothering you?” As he stepped between you and Hoseok, he saw the tears that were falling from your eyes. “Are you okay?” His voice was low and soft as he looked at you.

“I, uh, I’m fine I guess,” you mumbled to him. “I don’t know him. I, um, mistook him for a different person.” You saw Hoseok wince. Even though he was the one to not want to be in a relationship, it must of hurt a little to hear you say that.

Kangjoon pulled you into him and glared at Hoseok. “Don’t just stand there and stare, fuck off.” You could see him hesitate before turning and walking down the sidewalk. You watched as your soulmate walked away from you, probably making it the last time you would see him, and it hurt like hell. “Do you live near here? I can take you home if you want.” Kangjoon was speaking gently, and looking at you with empathy.

“Yeah, it’s this way,” muttering you walked out of his embrace and headed in the direction of your apartment, with Kangjoon trailing behind you.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “So do you want to tell me what actually happened, because you’re not good at lying. You don’t have to tell me, but sometimes it helps to talk about things.

Trying to sound nonchalant, you responded with, “Oh, yeah that was my soulmate, and I just met him for the first time. Turns out he removed his birthmark and wants nothing to do with me, but whatever.” Your voice started shaking a bit as tears threatened to come back and fall again.

Kangjoon chuckled a bit, but it was full of sorrow. “Well, I know how you feel in one way or another.” Lifting up his right arm, you saw a colorless, wilted marigold on his forearm. “She died before I could meet her,” he whispered.

A small gasp left your lips. You could see him staring at his feet as he walked, not really sure as to what he was thinking. “I’m sorry,” you breathed out.

“What? No!” he exclaimed. “No, I was trying to make you feel better!” You must have been making a face at him because he continued. “Like, to make you feel like you weren’t alone, I don’t know. Stop judging me!”

Laughing at him getting flustered, he punched you on the arm playfully. “Well thanks for the effort.” Feeling a little disappointed when you realized you had made it to your apartment building, you stopped walking. “Well, this is my stop,” you said a bit reluctantly.  Debating with yourself if you should invite him in, you decided against it. You didn’t need to rush into anything, especially while you’re this emotional.

“Okay,” he said. Kangjoon grabbed your hand and looked you in the eye. “If you need anything you can text me, okay?” Giving your hand a quick squeeze he let go of it.

“Got it,” you said, giving him a small smile. After saying your goodbyes, you finally made it back to your bed, where as soon as you sat down, you couldn’t help but to cry. You had lost your soulmate as fast as you found him. Maybe it was fate for you to meet Kangjoon when you did. Maybe he was meant to be your soulmate. But something inside you made you feel like this wasn’t the last time you would see Hoseok.

This weekend has probably been the funnest weekend of the year just cus I spent all weekend drinking with my baby boys and last night I listened to some DOPE bands ok so glad to have came back here. I wanna move here when I graduate just to live near my friends

fantasiame  asked:

In Italy there are many fantastic place to visit, since I live near I suggest you Venezia. Here there is so much history it will take days to visit everywhere, like the Ponte dei sospiri!! I could tour you around l live near here ;)

Oh if only I had the money to come visit. I’ll make a note of it and that’ll be me aim when I have the money (which’ll probably be years down the line TT.TT)

anonymous asked:

oh my god wow i live near houston and tbh everyone around here seems to think austins pretty liberal? we didnt realize D:

its technically liberal if you wanna talk about rich white liberals who drive priuses with npr bumper stickers who shop for organic kale powder at whole foods but this town is sinister af. of course youve got your textbook conservatives as im sure youre familiar with near houston as it is still in texas but just because everyone else claims to be liberal doesnt mean anything

Jasper Cullen- Civil War Buff #2

If requests are open miss, may I ask for a part two of jasper x reader who loves the civil war? Thank you, and have a lovely day :).

Part 1

“Just started at this new school and you already have a date,” you mom poked at you over the phone. “What time is he getting there?”

“7,” you told her.

“What this boy’s name again?”

“Jasper. Jasper Cullen.”

“Cullen. Is his dad Carlisle?”

You laughed, “I don’t know, Mom. I haven’t exactly asked him his life story at lunch. Why?”

“His dad is a Doctor here, a really good one. Really nice guy.” You heard some commotion in the background. “I have to go honey. I love you, have fun on your date, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I should be back in the morning.”

“Ok, love you Mom.” You had 2 hours to kill. You went upstairs and changed into something a little nicer, touched up your makeup- which had been damaged in the rain from today-, and picked up your newest read, Killing Lincoln.

There was a knock at your door and you looked quickly at your watch. 6:30. Getting up you walked to the door and opened it. “Jasper,” you smiled.

“Sorry I’m early. I was sitting at home and my siblings were annoying me so I thought I’d come over early. Hope that’s ok,” he said nervously.

“Of course,” you laughed. “Come in. I’ll grab my coat and bag and we can head out.”

Once you grabbed your stuff and walked to the car his hurried ahead to grab the car door for you. “Thank you. And, nice car,” he chuckled before muttering a “Thank you.”

The ride was pretty quiet but that didn’t bother you. You gathered from the first time you met Jasper that he was on the quiet side. Plus, the restaurant was about a 10 minute drive from your house. When you parked he hurried to open the car door again for you.

You two walked in the little restaurant and grabbed a booth in the back. “You ok,” you asked noticing the shift in his demeanor when you sat down.

“Yeah,” he gave you a smile, “I’m good. It’s just, small town, people look at you when you walk in a room.”

“It’s probably because you’re with the new girl,” you joked. Jasper stifled a laugh.

“Hi kids, my name’s Amy, I’ll be your waitress tonight. Can I take your order?”

“Um,” you started, “I’ll have a water and a cheeseburger please.”

You two looked at Jasper but he shook his head, “I’m actually not that hungry. I think I’m ok.”

“You sure,” Amy asked and he nodded. “Ok, I’ll get your order to the cook.”

“Thank you,” you both said. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“Positive.” He changed the subject. “I saw you were reading Killing Lincoln when you went to get your things. Is it any good?”

“I like it a lot so far. You can borrow it after me if you want,” you offered.

“I think I’d like that a lot.” You two got swept up in conversation about books and Civil War stuff that you two had seen or read. “You said you got into history because your mom is a nurse. Does she work up at the hospital?”

“Yeah, she’s on the night shift right now. She actually asked if you were related to a doctor there. Carlisle, I think it was.”

Jasper grinned, “Yes, that’s my father.” Your food came out and you two continued to make small talk and get to know each other. You two continued to talk for about an hour after you were done eating too. After lots of looks from the waitress you two walked back out to the car.

Jasper drove you home and walked you to the door. “I actually had a really good time tonight.”

You shot him a sarcastic look. “You didn’t think I’d be any fun?”

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,” you laughed. “I just meant that…I haven’t had fun in a long time. I’m glad we went out tonight.”

“Me too. I hope we do it again some time,” you smiled. “Have a good night, Jasper,” you stepped through the door.

“You too, Y/N,” he smiled and slowly walked backwards to his car keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slowly shut the door and exhaled a large breath.

You grabbed your book got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep. You woke up in the middle of the night to a crashing sound from downstairs. You sat down your book, adjusted your glasses, and tiptoed to the top of the stairs. “Mom,” you called. You thought your mom might have gotten home early. You softly walked halfway down the stairs. “Mom, is that you?”

You barely heard footsteps walk across the downstairs floor. Suddenly a figure in complete black, with their hood up, stood in front of you. You screamed and went to run up stairs but didn’t need to as a figure swooped by black figure disappeared from your sight.

You were confused as you walked down the stairs and looked around the downstairs of your house. There were things broken in pieces on the floor and furniture moved around. You jumped as the back door whipped open and a flash flew into your house. “Y/N,” Jasper was suddenly right in front of you. A string of curses and a gasp left your voice. “Sorry, are you ok?”

“I..I’m fine. There was a man. He was in my house.”

“I know. I know.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I…ugh…was taking a walk.”

“You don’t even live near here. Wait, Jasper, was that you that took him out of my house?” He nodded.

“How? I barely even saw you. And then you just zipped in here.” He gave you a blank stare and then tried to look anywhere but your face. “Jasper. How did you do that.”

“Y/N,” he finally said, “there’s something I didn’t tell you at dinner today.”


“Hey, Meg, remember the times as kids? Before they filled those fields with buildings?”

“Yes, Eli, but I live in one of those buildings, remember?”

“Oh right..well, I mean the others-”

“My dad lives in one too near here.”

Elijah sighs, “Right..as I was saying, I just meant the others besides you guys.”

“Could be nice if you lived nearby too, then I wouldn’t have to spend so much to visit you.”

“It is not that expensive.”

“Then why don’t you visit me?”

“Cause it’s expensive..”

Okay, little dialog cause I thought it fit. Yes the pictures are of Meghan, Elijah, Raegan, and Porter as kids while the dialog is current Elijah and Meghan.