i made these yesterday they were really good :)

a small feel good rant about what happened yesterday because it really made me feel happy: (don’t rb)

so i went to this art place for 3 days, it was a beginner class and tbh, i wasn’t sure why I went but I did anyway. On the last day, they asked the class to make oc’s and gather what they learnt in the class onto paper. I didn’t pay much attention in that class because they were touching on the very basics of art so I just doodled whatever I wanted. At the end they wanted us to show what we’ve done to the class

this is what i did^^

It was just a bunch of messy scribbles to me, nothing special and I didn’t think it was that good. I saw everyone in the room in shock though, idk what they were expecting from me but they were stunned. I saw this one kid around 10-12 years old’s eyes light up, she even started drawing her oc’s different expressions on the side of her paper before she presented. One person in their mid 20′s said that he actually had a crush on the biker girl and really loved her design, another guy said he loved the fluidity of my art, and said that it breathed life into the characters and that no matter what style people draw in, these expressions can really move a story along and impact an audience.

The teacher herself (a published manga artist) couldn’t stop smiling!! she was so happy, and what really stuck with me is that she said my art reminded her of light, the characters were full of energy and emotion and even though I just scribbled whatever onto the page it felt as if the characters had their own lives and I somehow put it onto a piece of paper. The class kept going on and on about my art and I stood there and didn’t really know what to do?? I was never complimented like this about my art and knowing that it made people light up when they saw it and become inspired really impacted me and I’ve never seen a reaction like that. Everyone was so happy and they loved it!! 

The teacher then gave me her business card and told me that she will contact me about getting real things published/having my work in a gallery etc. and I was overwhelmed! I didn’t think my art was at that sort of level and I thought there were alot of places I still needed to work on (which I do) but knowing that she said she needed someone like me in an industry “a young kid with alot of talent” can really move things along and inspire alot of people.

The kid asked for my number, another girl asked for my account and number so I could help her draw, another guy said he wanted to see more of the biker girl, one guy said he hoped he’d see me become big one day. Finally the teacher pulled me aside and told me that what I did was going to stick in these people’s minds and help them draw in the future, she gave me a bunch of comic books and her own book. I didn’t know what else to do other than thank everyone and we took a group photo and put our art together. 

I hate you │5

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

summary:  The fuckboy can’t help it but get protective when you’re in danger
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2.5k
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: For some reason, “I hate you 2″ doesn’t show up anywhere as if the post doesn’t exist, even the link doesn’t work on my phone. Do you guys have any idea why? please message me if you do. P.S I have the next part planned out, but it’s gonna take awhile, so please don’t expect it to be posted tomorrow. I’ll post it somewhere this week though. 


You have successfully ignored his presence the whole day. Meeting him, looking him in the eyes would once again remind you how much you actually hated him. He didn’t seem to mind ignored by you either, but then after the class ended he approached you in the hallway.

“Hey” -he greeted you as if nothing had happened yesterday. What else did you expect? an apology? from someone like him?

“Your turn”- you said with as indifferent and uninterested tone as you could. You would never show him that he had any kind of effect on you. You took the diary out of your bag and threw it at him, just like he had done to you the day before. 

“I know you have every right to be mad at me but let me explain”-his words were barely audible, clearly not used to explaining his actions to others and feeling ashamed because of it.

“I’m not angry at you and you don’t owe me any kind of explanation, it’s none of my business, remember?”

“It’s not like that, I.. uh just hear me out”-he reached out his hand to touch your arm but stopped in the middle. To hide what he intended to do he took his hand back and placed it on the back of his neck. 

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Car Mechanic AU
  • Shiro regularly gets oggled by all the neighbors
    • he pretends he has no idea he’s being watched but he knows and sometimes flexes when a particularly attractive person walks by
    • he’s always covered in oil
    • it’s beautiful
  • coran own the pet shop next door
    • all of the cats are cage free and its madness, cats are always getting into the auto yard next door
    • shiro loves cats
    • keith loves cats
    • so it’s a good arrangement
  • keith is like the Car Whisperer and can fix any hunk of junk
  • speaking of Hunk regularly walks in with his tiny beat up 1965 yellow volkswagon bug needing a fix
    • “hunk you were here yesterday” “yeah I know but she made this UUURGGHHHH sound and I think it needs to be checked out” “Hunk that’s just your engine starting up” “yeah but like maybe you should check it out i mean what if i’m driving down the road one day and BOOM it just explodes do you really want that on your conscience?” “i really want you off my property” “ooh Keith’s in a mood. Did lance come by?” “WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE—“
  • Pidge comes by after school and procrastinates doing her homework by tinkering with the cars in the lot
    • she and keith are fixing one up they plan on taking cross country on a trip once she graduates high school
  • Lance works at a competing auto shop on the other side of town
    • he often comes by the pick on keith during his off hours
    • he’s always wearing a white wife beater and flexing as pretty girls go by but none of them notice because SHIRO <3
    • lance always pouts then shakes it off and starts shit-talking keith while he works on cars
    • “i totally fixed up a 98 beemer yesterday, it was like totally salvaged but i completely fixed it up like new, the owner was so amazed she laid a huge wet one on me” “the only person to lay a wet one on you is your mother” “don’t bring anita into this she did nothing to you” “…how is she?” “she’s excellent she and hunk are making cookies to bring to you and shiro tomorrow” “the anise kind?” “yeah” “sweet”
    • lance always ends up making his way beside keith under the car, pointing out all the tings keith should be working on, leaving too little room on the mechanic creeper (thing mechanics use to slide under the car)
  • one day allura walks in with a brand spankin new bentley she managed to crash into three separate vehicles “um, ma’am, not to pry but how did you—?” “i’m an important woman, i own seven businesses and i can’t afford to miss a call and i mean where did the intersection even come from? like when did that get built?” “um, i think it’s been there…forever” “well i’ve never seen it before”
    • she’s really just a terrible fucking driver
  • when shiro gives her a good deal on the first fix she keeps coming back
    • “lady, what happened this time?” “if i told you the deer hit me would you believe me?” “i might if you hadn’t hit it ass-first” “he was going too slow”
    • she becomes a regular, hanging out in the lot
  • lance hangs onto her like glue for awhile and keith is Not Annoyed and Doesn’t Care
  • after some awkward and misplaced flirting and finding out Allura is 100 percent gay she and lance just become good friends
    • they team up and make fun of keith
    • keith Hates this (but kind of likes the attention)
    • it eventually takes an intervention guided by allura to get lance to figure out his Feelings for keith
    • “no i really hate his mullet” “yes but when you say ‘hate’ you really mean” “absolutely fucking hate it. seriously hate it. his face is so beautiful it just ruins the whole thing—wait what?” “oh my god we’re getting somewhere pidge make sure you’re recording this!” “way ahead of you sister”
  • One day keith is down below a particularly finicky rabbit (who even has one of these anymore) when lance drops down and rolls under the car with him
    • “hey” “hey” “wanna cookie?” “sure”
    • keith nearly chokes on a ring
  • they get married at the auto center
    • keith thought it’d be a great idea to have a cat from coran’s shop be the ring bearer
    • it’s a terrible fucking idea and hunk barely manages to find the cat before the ceremony begins
    • anita bakes the wedding cake
    • shiro still has oil on him
    • but it’s a fantastic fucking day
Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

Originally posted by kiingholland

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

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iamaquackson  asked:

Can you do a Tom x Reader where Tom and the reader have been dating for like 3 months, secretly. They both are in the Spider-Man sequel together and tom takes a Instagram story video and plays around with the reader. everything in the video was friendly until they kissed in the end and the reader was like "don't post it lol" and tom accidentally did. then everything was blowing up on social media. they had an interview the next day just all about them dating. They lived together for the "movie"

Tom x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 990

A/N: It is probably a little bit different than from what you expected, sorry. Hope you like it anyways @iamaquackson <3


Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

You were sitting on the couch of your shared flat with your back leaning against the armrest. Tom sat down normally on it while your legs were resting on his lap. Softly he was caressing your leg from your knee down to the end of your jeans.

“Watching TV with this young lady.” Tom suddenly spoke up. You looked up from your phone only to see him filming with his own. “Don’t call me ‘lady’.” You chuckled. “I said young lady.” Cocking an eyebrow at you he justified himself. “Still.” The video ended and he posted it to his Instagram story.

Again he started filming. “Stop filming me!” You laughed before getting up and starting to walk away from him. Quickly he grabbed your waist with his free hand, pulling you back abruptly, giving you no chance to flee, and causing you to fall onto his lap. You were a giggling mess as he tickled your side when you were leaning backwards a little.

You connected your lips with his, deepening the kiss by placing your hand on the back of his head after he had stopped moving his hand around on your sides.

“Don’t post that!” You demanded afterwards. “Relax. It got cut off, you can’t see the kiss anymore.” Without checking and believing what he had just said he went ahead and posted it to his Instagram story as well. “Come on, let‘s go to bed, we gotta get up early tomorrow.” He was right. You two were in for a show in London tomorrow that usually is early in the morning, live.


The next morning you looked at your phone seeing it was exploding. So many tweets you were tagged in and Instagram posts as well. As you saw what the fuss was all about you gave Tom the most dangerous glare ever. “Thomas. Stanley. Fucking. Holland. Are you out of your mind?!” You showed him what was going on as you both rewatched his Instagram story from last night.

“I am so sorry. I-I don’t know what to say.” The brunette nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Sighing you call the number of your publicist. She picked up quickly and you could feel the anger through the phone. “Yeah I know what you said, it wasn’t planned. I swear.” “Yeah we’ll have to deal with that today at the interview. Again I am sorry.”

After hanging up you stare at Tom, still enraged. “Are you-” “Yes Tom. I am mad. This is what I mean. You need to be a little bit more careful as a person with your amount of fame.” You stormed into the bathroom pushing past him before getting ready for the interview. 

On the way to the studio you didn’t say a word. “Oh come on. I thought you wanted to be able to go out like a normal couple and all.” “Hold on, you did this intentionally?” “No, of course not. But maybe it was fate telling us it’s better that way.” Tom joked trying to cheer you up. Desperately you tried to stop your mouth from curling up into a grin but this boy just made you smile with his cuteness.

“I can see your smile, love. Now, gimme a kiss.” He leaned over to you. You just kept your position but as he moved closer to press his lips against yours you also didn’t fight him.

Satisfied he smiled. “You love me.” “Unfortunately yes.” Rolling your eyes you entered the studio. “We will deny it. Got it? No kissing, no holding hands et cetera inside this building.” “I don’t know how you want to try denying it with the video that practically the whole world has seen but oh well.” “ Just promise me!”

“Okay okay!”


As the interview started it was of course the first topic to talk about. “So what do you have to say about the video? Are you two sharing a flat?” “No, that is an old video from when we lived together with Jacob and Zendaya for a while when we were filming the movie.

“So you two have been together for a while now?” “No.” “But then what about the very clear and obvious kiss you two shared in the video?” Silence. You had no answer. I guess it really was useless to deny it. Glancing at you he practically asked for your permisson and you gave it to him by nodding briefly.

“Well okay. We did try to keep it a secret, also just to see how it turns out, how we turn out but I guess we really can’t find a good excuse for this.” Shortly he let out a sweet laugh. “Yes, we’ve been dating for the past three months. And yes the video is from yesterday evening. And yes this is our shared flat.” Somewhat embarrassed you made yourself small on the couch you two were sitting on. Embarrassed because you were actually trying to deny it although it was completely pointless from the beginning.

He noticed you turning nervous all of a sudden. Assuringly he flashed you a bright smile while taking your hand and intertwining your fingers before placing his and your hand on his thigh.

The interviewer took a quick look before going on. “Well personally I don’t understand, why keeping it a secret? I mean I do but now I am only talking about the response of your fans. Just look at all these tweets wishing you all the best. And you two being shipped with each other and of course also having a trending ship name isn’t actually new.” She chuckled before showing us some of the tweets. “Yeah we actually haven’t had a lot of time to look at the responses yet.” Tom spoke up. “But I am glad to see that they are supporting us rather than hating on either one of us.” Smiling you took a sip of your coffee. 

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Title: Life Changing ( Part 3 )
Part 1 》《 Part 2

Summary
Finally having some privacy in Peter’s room, Peter and Y/N talk about Y/N’s friends and the fact that things are different now but they end up doing other things.

Words: ~ 1900

Makeout Session!

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Arriving at the flat he shared with his aunt May, Peter pulled out his keys and opened the door before he yelled, “I’m home.”
I closed the door behind us and Peter continued, “And I brought Y/N. I hope that’s fine.”

Following Peter into the living room, I already felt home, exactly like the times before. The atmosphere in this flat was so much better than in my family’s flat. Not that I didn’t like it at home but this flat was Peter’s home. And that’s what made it so comfortable, I guess.

“Of course it’s fine!”, May exclaimed, standing up from the couch and walking towards us to give me a hug. “Good to see you again, honey. Peter told me about yesterday…”
“He did?”, I chuckled before I gave him a quite nervous look, unsure of what to say. Peter only shrugged with a smile.
“Yes, he did. And it was about time! I used to believe that project you were working on was actually a physical project if you know what I mean.”, she laughed loudly and I laughed rather awkwardly, not really knowing what to reply.

Fortunately, I felt Peter’s hand grabbing mine and tugging me with him. “Aunt May…”, he only mumbled, giving her a strange look before pulling me into his messy room.

“Sorry, I wasn’t… expecting anyone… today.”, he laughed while collecting some of his stuff which he threw in the cupboard. “It’s okay. My room’s not any better.”, I claimed, stripping my shoes from my feet.

He sighed quietly as he sat down on the bed. “I can’t believe you’re here.”, he started, “No project, no homework. Just you being in my room with me.”
I laughed at that before I sat down on the chair which I had put in front of him.
“I like it here. It’s welcoming and comfortable.”, I put my feet on his tigh playfully to tease him but it was actually a nice position and he didn’t seemed to care.

“Also I feel comfortable around you.”, I began, having his complete attention, “I don’t worry about saying something stupid or doing something wrong. That’s why I was a bit… sad today… because my friends… let’s just say they are not my friends anymore.”
Peter’s eyes stared into mine in confusion and disbelief, not saying a word.
“They said they don’t want me to date you because you’re too unpopular. We, I quote, are from different categories and it wouldn’t work out.”, I continued, seeing hurt in Peter’s eyes, which I could feel too, “They said we don’t belong together and then made me choose.”

There was shock and sadness in Peter’s eyes. Only for a moment.
Because he realised that I was sitting in his room, telling him about my friends. Because he realised that I wouldn’t be sitting in his room, telling him about my friends if I had chosen my friends.

I chose him. And that made him smile so much he had to bite his lip to remind him in what situation he was in. After all, I just told him my friends let me down because I was dating him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t… be happy that, uh… I’m awfully sorry. Really, I’m-”, he stuttered, his eyes roaming over the ground to avoid eye contact.
“Peter, it’s fine.”, I interrupted, my hands reaching out to grab his. A moment of silence lingered between us after he looked up in my eyes, this intense stare making my cheeks turn to a slight pink.

“It’s just… I don’t want to… bother you but, uh, I can sit with you at lunch, right?”
He chuckled at my question, slightly shaking his head with a smile, “Sure! You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Okay, great!”, I sighed in relief and again there was silence. Not a weird silence. Both of us simply didn’t find the right words in a short period of time.

Suddenly the door opened without warning and May stood in the door frame, a plate full of cookies in her hands. This scenario had happened a couple of times before when Peter and I were working on our biology project but I still got a mini heart attack every time.
I placed my feet on the ground, taking my hands away from Peter to put them under my tighs.
“Just wanted to make sure, you have something to eat when you get hungry.”, she smiled softly and placed it on Peter’s table. Peter and I thanked her and then she stood in the middle of Peter’s room, her hands in her hips.
“What are you doing?”, she asked casually, looking back and forth between me and Peter. “Just talking… about school.”, Peter replied, his voice raising at the end of the sentence making it sound like a question.
She left with the words “Oh, okay.”, quickly opening the door before she closed it in slow motion.

Peter looked at me apologetically, his hands resting in his lap. “You know what she’s like. Always checking up on me.”, he mumbled, clear annoyance in his tone.
“She simply cares for you.”, I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
“She’s just curious if we are actually talking and doing our homework or if we are… doing other things.”

I smirked at him as an idea popped into my head, standing up to sit down right next to him on the edge of his bed. He turned his body towards me instinctively, supporting his weight with his hands on the matress.
“Other things like that?”, I whispered slowly before I closed my eyes and leaned forward quickly, pressing my lips on his.

He reacted quicker than expected, his hands instantly being on my hips while my fingers interwined behind his neck. I felt my heart running a marathon in my chest after our lips startet moving and everthing else worked out on its own.
That’sexactly… what I meant…with other things.”, he mumbled against my lips, causing me to laugh briefly.
My fingers found themselves in his hair seconds later, tugging at it while his hands carefully wandered up my sides.
I hummed when I felt the tip of his tongue against my lip, not expecting him to make a move so fast. A moan left my lips as soon as the kiss got more and more passionate and Peter pulled me on his lap, impatiently closing the last bit of space between us and making my body heat up.

Heavy breathing filled the room while Peter and I obviously couldn’t get enough of each other, his hands roaming over my back and my fingers messing up his soft hair.
I pulled back for a moment, catching my breath while me and Peter held eye contact, Peter being out of breath as well. His cheeks had coloured in a deep tone of red and I couldn’t help but return the huge smile on his face. “Definitely the right decision.”, I told him as I rested my fore head against his and put my hands on his shoulders.
“I agree.”, he breathed before pecking my lips, “Kissing you is so much fun.” He pressed another kiss on my smiling lips.

“I still can’t believe you chose me over your friends.”, he admitted, pulling me even closer and holding me tightly, a smile on his face and a sparkles in his eyes.
“They’re not really good friends if they don’t want me to be with you. And therefore to be happy.”, I explained, not only to him but also to myself. I knew that Peter was better company and that he was good for me.

There was silence again. Silence and our heavy breathing.
But it didn’t last very long since it was nearly impossible for me to look at him and not kiss him in this momemt.

So our lips melted together again, tongues dancing and exploring. Moans coming from our lips, especially after I started to grind my hips against his occasionally. His hands still on my back and on my side, fingertips pressing against me while my right hand wandered to his neck.
I pulled back slightly only to pepper his neck with sweet kisses, noticing the chills on the back of his neck. A shaky breath left his mouth after my kisses turned into open mouthed ones, starting under his left ear and making my way down to his collar bone. “This feels really nice.”, he breathed out and I brought my lips to his ear, “That’s good to know.”

My hands went down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards before looking at Peter and checking if this was fine with him. And it was. It totally was.
Peter pulled it over his head in a millisecond and I pushed him softly on the matress, letting my gaze wander over his body.
“Jesus, I didn’t expect that.”, I exclaimed quietly, knowing that we weren’t alone in this flat.
My fingertips roamed over his abs, as I felt myself getting hotter by the second, my face probably being as red as a tomato.

Peter blushed, looking up at me shyly before I leaned down, pressing a kiss on his lips, then on his cheek, then under his ear.
I started nibbling at his neck, once again earning moans from him after licking over the sensitive spots. He gasped as I sucked under his ear, revealing his sweet spot which I tried to memorise.
Suddenly, Peter turned us over, hovering above me with a flirty smile on his lips before he pressed them on mine. My hands ran through his curls while my legs sneaked around him.
Peter pulled back slightly before his mouth was next to my ear, his lips brushing over my ear. “It’s my turn now.”, he whispered in a deep voice I never heard him use before.
My heart jumped to my throat the moment I felt his lips on my neck, immediately starting to nibble and suck. I turned my head to the side, giving him more access and soon I couldn’t controll my breath anymore, tugging harder on his hair and making him groan.

“Peter?”, we heard Aunt May yell and I quickly passed him his shirt which he pulled over his head. “Yeah?”, he responded, his voice an octave higher than usual. He stared down at me, his breath on my skin and his eyes not even fully opened.

But he didn’t get answer. So he stood up to open the door and ask again. “You want some snacks?”, Aunt May wanted to know, coming out of nowhere but Peter only groaned as he took the snacks. “What are you doing?”, she asked in the same tone as before.

“Nothing.”, Peter replied quickly, closing the door before leaning against it.
I laughed at him and he joined in, climbing back into the bed after placing the snacks next to the untouched cookies.
His arms sneaked around me, fore head leaning against forehead. All the needy tension turning into sweet, innocent cuddles.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you.”, Peter admitted, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“I know. I feel exactly the same… and I’m actually not that sad anymore.”, I realised, making Peter grin proudly.

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alternative Part 4:《 Innocent Boy

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Life Changing Taglist:
@imnothavingkids@ceci1735@karamelblobber @holycoldcoffee@tryn25@thelifeofanengineeringstudent @flylikeajetpack @yannii04 @catwoman2502 @tiny-friggin-human @384-chubby-dumpling

Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!


“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.


You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.


“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”


With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 


After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 


A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 

8:27 

morning 

good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?

9:03 

hey are u alive bby?

heyy

9:05 

if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You woke up to Harry kissing your forehead and instantly you realized your back hurt. You were slumped over on your side, twisted like a pretzel, and there was a sticky note stuck to your collarbone as your eyes fluttered open and you saw the hideous yellow thing there as if waiting to see if you remembered what was written on it.

“Hey there,” Harry chuckled, gingerly placing some of your papers and books aside so he could sit on the side of your bed. You groaned and sat up as your bones cracked muscles screamed for attention. Rubbing your desk, you opened your eyes fully to see Harry staring at you with a bemused expression, a mug of coffee in his hands.

You reached out for it and grabbed it from him without question as Harry sputtered, “No wait that’s not - yep, yeah okay yeah sure. Yeah that’s - go ahead. All for you.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare before slowly sipping his coffee, leaning back against your headboard and rubbing your forehead. “What time is it?”

“I figured I wouldn’t let you sleep past ten considering you’re usually up around six and I don’t really understand how regular sleep schedules go, but it’s ten now … so … just wanted to make sure you’re not dead.”

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Demon Prince! Park Jihoon

this is like my little mini halloween celebration bc if wanna one isn’t gonna give up content i’m gonna write my own halloween content [THIS IS LATE LMAO]

like did they just forget the password to their own v live acc?? LMAO also another scenario where this first part was low key inspired by while you were sleeping HAHA [kind of short bc yeah hfjld]

  • “am i really dead right now?”
  • you looked up at the boy who was standing a few feet away from you with blue eyes and blonde hair, he was dressed in a white outfit and seemed to be giving you a blank stare but a soft smile
  • “yeah, i’m here to take you to where you need to go”
  • “are you an angel?”
  • the person standing from afar seemed to be taken aback from your comment and just chuckled 
  • he walked closer to you and you could instantly feel the dark aura coming off of him 
  • his eyes seemed to be captivating you while also making you feel intimidated 
  • “i’m definitely not an angel”
  •  he reached out to touch you but-

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You Suck

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You never had a problem with Britt. You loved her and the relationship she had with your boyfriend but you couldn’t help but feel a little left out whenever they were together.

You understood that Joe was excited that his friend was coming to England for a week but when it came to people, he was never good at multitasking. Actually he was never good at multitasking in general. He was a person who was only able to focus on one thing at a time and unfortunately, that’s what he did with people.

You and Joe had just recently moved in together and you got the feeling that Joe was still not used to having you around 24/7. Joe had planned his week with Britt earlier that year when the two of you were living separately so he obviously didn’t think that he would also have to entertain his girlfriend.

Nor had you expected him to. You had work to do and other friends you could hang out with but as the week went on, you felt Joe slowly slipping away from you.

You didn’t think much of it at first. You hung out with your friends after work and would come home to Joe and Britt having a good laugh, if they were even home. Other nights Joe would crawl into bed next to you, failing to not wake you up from the moment the two of them walked through the front door.

It was now the last day of Britt’s visit and her and Joe had been out all morning. You woke up to an empty bed, getting a text a few hours later from Joe about he and Britt’s whereabouts. You rolled your eyes at the text before replying with a short and generic response.

You had taken the day off of work so you could actually hang out with Joe and Britt for once. The three of you had plans to go out later that night but you no longer felt like going. If Joe had unconsciously been ignoring you for the past week, why would it be any different on a night out?

You pushed your laptop off your lap as you stared around the empty apartment. You needed something to do so you weren’t cooped up in the house bored all day while your boyfriend showed his friend around London. You remembered a few weeks ago Zoe had asked you and Joe to come down for the weekend but you declined as Britt was here. After giving her a call to see if the offer was still on the table, you moved from your position on the couch to go pack a bag.

>>>

“You know I’m really glad you called Y/N. I was beginning to get bored of my own presence.” Zoe laughed as the two of you sat on her couch watching a movie and catching up.

“Yeah I was pretty bored myself.” You said thinking back to your boyfriend who was probably still out with Britt since you haven’t received a ‘where are you?’ text.

“I thought Britt was around?”

“She is. Your brother is out showing her London as we speak.” You said simply.

“Has he been doing that all week?” Zoe asked.

You looked over at her, raising an eyebrow at her slightly to answer her question.

“I’m sorry love. He’s really bad at multitasking.” She said placing a hand on your leg.

“Yeah, he is.” You laughed, “I also think he just hasn’t gotten use to me being around all the time yet. I mean he knows I live with him but I think he forgets I come over to his after I’ve finished work now. Or like today, I took today off of work so the three of us could properly hangout and I woke up this morning to an empty bed.”

“Oh Joseph.” Zoe said rolling her eyes, “Boys do suck sometimes.”

“Speaking of, where’s yours? Why are you all alone this weekend?” You said realizing you haven’t seen Alfie since you have arrived.

“Out doing something. I don’t even know. He’s in London today actually then he’ll be elsewhere tomorrow, so it’s just me and the pooch this weekend. Isn’t that right Nala.” Zoe said in her high pitched voice as she looked dog at her sleeping dog.


“Oh hey, look at that.” You said as you paused mid-step to take a look at your phone.

“What’s that?” Zoe called out from the kitchen.

“A text from Joe.” You said as you continued to make your way to join her in the kitchen.

“Just now?? Oh my god Joe!” She said glancing up at you after setting the boxes of pizza on the counter.

“Yup. He just asked when I’d be back. Guess they’ve been out all day.” You said moving your fingers across your phone’s keyboard.

“What’d you tell him?”

“Just to go without me, I’m out with a friend…” You trailed off as you looked up at Zoe who was giving you a sad look, “I’m fine.”

“He’s an idiot Y/N. I’m not going to beat on him too much because he is my brother, but he is an idiot. He’ll figure that out soon enough.”

“Yeah, I feel bad though. Britt leaves in the morning and I haven’t gotten to see much of her.”

“But who’s fault is that?” Zoe said passing you the pizza boxes as she grabbed a few other things before the two of you made your back to your positions on the couch.

>>>

You rolled back over in bed as the sound of your ringtone stopped once again. You were about to drift back off to sleep when your phone went off again.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled as you reached for our phone and hitting answer, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Where are you??” The familiar worried voice floated through the speakers.

You took the phone away from your ear as you read the contact name;    Joseph💕.

“Um hi, I’m at Zoe’s.” You said sitting up in bed realizing you never actually told him where you were.

“Zoe’s? You’re in Brighton? Why are you in….when did you go to Brighton?”

“Yesterday, around midday while you were out with Britt. I had the day off and decided that I didn’t want to wait around for you two to return so I called Zo up.” You said with a yawn as you got out of bed.

Joe’s end of the line was quiet as you made your way downstairs where you found Zoe stood by a window watching Nala out in the rain.

“Can I come down there?” Joe asked quietly.

“If you want to. Has Britt left yet?”

“Yeah, about half an hour ago.”

“Alright, well come if you want to. It’s just me and Zoe here.”

“Yeah we’re just discussing how much boys suck.” Zoe said loud enough for her brother to hear her.

“Yeah…I’ll see you in a bit then.” Joe said quietly again.


“I think Joe’s here Y/N.” Zoe said as she caught a glimpse of a car stop outside of her house, “Yep, it’s him.”

You were sat on the couch with Nala tucked closely to your side scrolling through your phone when Zoe acknowledged Joe’s arrival.

Nala jumped off the couch at the sound of the door opening and closing.

“She’s in there.” Zoe said before you saw her walk past the doorway.

“Hey” Joe said appearing in the doorway.

“Hi. How was last night?”

“Good…but it would’ve been better if you were there.” Joe said, cautiously taking steps closer to the couch.

“Would it have been?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I was excited the Britt was here and I just wanted to hangout with her.”

“And that’s fine Joe but when you completely ignore me to do so isn’t right.”

“I know love. I’m an idiot and I suck and I’m a horrible boyfriend.”

“You are all of those things except a horrible boyfriend Joe. You just suck as multitasking. You get way too excited or into one thing and forget everything else.”

“I’ve realized that.” Joe said as you pulled him closer to you.

“But I still love you so don’t worry about that.”

“Really?”

“Yes you idiot.” You said giving him a quick kiss.

“Good” He said kissing you back, “So what have you two been up to?”

“We we’re talking shit about you yesterday and today we were going to talk shit about you over lunch.” Zoe said as she made her way into the room, “Would you like to join us?”

“Nah that’s alright, I think I’ll stay here with Alan.” Joe said petting the dog that was now at his feet.

“Nope, you’re coming with. You didn’t come all the way down here to not hangout with me.” You said standing up and pulling Joe off the couch as well.

Camouflage/ Spencer Reid Imagine

A/N: This is my first story that I’m actually putting on tumblr, wish me luck! I have no problem writing a part two if anyone requests it!

Summary: A work related road trip gets a little too hard.

Usually having a new case meant a quick flight across the states, but this time the case was only a couple hours away which only meant one thing, a road trip.

The team had been splitting up into two cars the past couple months just to help ease the tension between you and Spencer.

You two had been together for three years until a small disagreement turned into a massive fight. He insisted on having kids and that was something you just did not see yourself wanting. 


Hotchner pulled you aside to let you know JJ wouldn’t be able to make it on a count of coming down with the flu so there was really no reason in taking two cars.


Oh no. Three hours alone with the man you could barely look at?

Your face turned a little red hinting at being slightly scared mixed with nerves.

“It’ll be okay Y/N. We’ll all be there.” Hotch rested his hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“Thanks Aaron.” You gave a half smile looking up at him and remained standing there until he returned to his desk.

You looked over at Spencer who was putting a couple books and crosswords into his bag for the road trip.

“This will certainly be something..” you mumbled to yourself.


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"I vote Y/N on driving first!” David shouted putting his bag into the trunk of the car.

"I second that notion, I could use some down time before we get into this mess.” Derek added on to David peering around the vehicle smirking at you.

Oh alright fine. But I get to play my music without complaints!” You yelled back laughing knowing they wouldn’t be very thrilled at that idea.

Emily laughed, “Oh I’m down for this road trip.”

Rossi rolled his eyes climbing into the back seat of the car, “Its a good thing I brought headphones.”

As you maneuvered into the drivers seat you couldn’t help but notice Spencer had crawled to the very back of the SUV. He looked like someone had taken the life right out of him, your heart dropped a little realizing it was most likely you who did that.

Morgan had called shot gun during the meeting earlier so you were expecting criticism on your driving the entire way there, but you needed something to distract you anyway.


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About an hour into the trip, you noticed David and Emily were completely passed out in the second row. Spencer had headphones in as well as Morgan so you figured it was safe to use the aux.

You scrolled through your thousands of songs on your phone not having a clue what to listen to.

One Direction? No, too girly. The Weekend? No, too upbeat for the two sleeping.

Some Selena Gomez seemed like the only thing to really fit the mood. You felt like a teenager listening to her but couldn’t help yourself.


You pressed play on the song and sat your phone down on your lap. Your leggings were so thin that you could feel how cold your phone was.


dead end streets and boulevards you threw in the towel, I broke your heart

No one seemed fazed by the sudden music in the car as you started to mouth the words.

Spencer hadn’t actually had music playing in his headphones but rather just had them in so no one would talk to him. Except no one was talking, it was actually very quiet until you began playing music. He started secretly listening while reading his book.


who would’ve thought you’d feel so cold and all these memories seem so old to think you were my everything

Spencer looked up at you driving while hearing the lyrics in this song. He’d never heard this song before but remembered how you’d sometimes use music to relate to whatever you were feeling.


remember when we’d talk all night but time ain’t easy on us how can love die?

You felt your stomach turn a little knowing how this song made you miss Spencer so much than you already did.


As a few tears were building up, you started to speed up over the limit but hadn’t really noticed.

fortress around my heart you were mine just yesterday now I have no idea who you are it’s like you camouflage.

Although, Spencer had noticed the sudden increase of speed and knowing you were upset, it wasn’t a good mix. It broke his heart to see you like this but he knew there was no going back to the way things used to be.

Before Spence got the chance to get a word out you had ripped the aux out of the jack and put your turn signal on to get off at the rest area.

Rossi had woken up once the car was jerked onto the off ramp and looked up to see a few tears rolling down your cheek, but had no time to get his bearings and ask what was going on before you parked the car and hopped out.

Emily jumped at the sudden slam of your door, “Oh is this a potty break?”

"I think it’s a little more.” Derek mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?” Emily couldn’t hear his mumbles if she were paid.

Derek shook his head so she’d let it go and go back to sleeping.

Rossi got out of the car and looked back at Spencer, “Go. Now.” 
Spencer nodded setting his stuff down ducking to get out from the SUV.

For a rest area the bathroom was the smallest it could possibly be. It only had two stalls and a terribly dim vanity.

You sat in the first stall and started letting your tears fall down as quietly as possible trying not to sniffle every five seconds.

Spencer reached the bathroom door and heard you struggling to choke back your sobs. That killed him.

A small knock on the door came and you cleared your throat, “there’s two stalls, come in!”

Spencer sighed, “it’s me.”

You felt tears returning to your eyes hearing his voice. You couldn’t do this right now, not with a case that your team was counting on you to get them to.

You tore a piece of toilet paper and wiped your eyes so he wouldn’t notice you were upset.

You walked out of the door trying to ignore him leaning against the wall. You headed towards the exit really not wanting any confrontation.

"Y/N, stop.” Spencer reached out putting his hand on your arm.

"Uh uh. Not here. I’m hurt enough and if I talk to you things will just get worse. We’re fire and gasoline. Like you said, I’ll never be able to give you what you want. Remember?”

allislaughter  asked:

spones prompt where someone tries to set McCoy up on a blind date and it turns out to be with Spock who McCoy is already well-acquainted with but the other person doesn't know they already know each other.

Chirp. Chirp.

With a growl, Leonard rolled over and smacked at the communicator. He pulled the covers up over his head and tried to fall back to sleep. But then—

Chirp. Chirp.

He snatched at the communicator and snapped it open. “What!”

“Bo~ones,” Jim sing-songed. “Are you ready for your date?”

Leonard buried his head into the pillowed. “M’not going.”

“C’mon, Bones! I spent four weeks talking you up to this guy. You need to get out of the dorm and start meeting people.”

“No I don’t.”

“Bones.”

The testiness in Jim’s voice made Leonard wince. “Jim, I’m tired,” he said, definitely not whining. “I had to do a major reconstruction yesterday and the paperwork took four hours to finish!”

“Terrible,” Jim said, not sounding really that interested. “By the way I’m at your door.”

“What!”

He scrambled to his feet just as Jim finished picking the lock. Leonard tried to shove Jim back out but Jim just barrelled on in. “Hurry up! Geeze, you’re going to go dressed like that? The no-shirt thing might be successful, but no one ever said banana pajamas were a good look.”

“Jim,” he warned.

“Here, try this.” Jim pulled a relatively clean shirt out of the pile. “It’s got buttons, so he’ll be impressed.”

Sensing that there was no winning against the might of Jim’s annoyance, Leonard resigned himself to his fate. He got dressed and even ran a brush through his hair. Jim gave him a breath mint and he crunched on it all down the stairs and out the door. He tried to tell himself that Jim wouldn’t set him up for failure as he took the train out of the city center.

Truthfully, Jim had been talking about this guy for nearly a year now. Every chance he got he told Leonard about his new friend from Philosophy club who Leonard would probably love to meet. Leonard had stalwartly refused, knowing he didn’t have time between studying and his residency to maintain many more friendships. Somehow Jim had interpreted this to mean he was looking for a romantic relationship and the issue had snowballed from there. Finally Leonard had agreed to meet him just so he could let the guy down easily.

Jim had said that he would recognize the man because he’d be wearing a green hat. Leonard scanned the crowd at the park swiftly, already rehearsing his, “it’s not either of us, it’s Jim” pre-dating break-up speech. As he looked he caught sight of one of his patients and his blood began to boil.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be under observation.”

Spock slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raising under his–fuck. Fuck! That was a green hat! “Doctor.”

“Uh.”

Spock frowned. He was a damn menace and an all-around awkward person. He graced the halls of the hospital more often than he should, since Earth’s gravity tripped him up and Physics was one of the most unstable of the sciences, usually landing in Leonard’s lap since he was one of the few doing a xenobiology residency.

Leonard could see that his arm was still in a sling, bandaged to high heaven from the damn surgery he’d had yesterday. “If you will excuse me, I am waiting for someone.”

“Someone sent by one James “Terrible Friend” Kirk?”

Spock blinked.

Leonard sighed. “What are you doing out of the hospital, anyway?”

“I…had a date,” Spock said blankly.

“Uh-huh.” Leonard had no idea what to do, so he blustered. “Should’a known better than to leave you anyway. You snuck out three days early when I fixed those burns.”

“They were far less severe than you assumed.”

“And the time with the blood loss?”

Spock’s ear twitched. “It came back.”

Leonard sighed. “Here, let me have a look at you.”

He approached and began poking at Spock’s arm. It had been a difficult surgery and would require more time to heal since Spock was part Vulcan, but it didn’t look like Spock had hurt himself further. Spock patiently accepted his examination, his eyes following Leonard’s hands.

“You seem fine,” Leonard said, annoyed. “But you better not let me catch you doing something so fool-headed again.”

Spock raised a brow. “I had an appointment to keep I did not wish to miss.”

“Oh yeah? And all those other times, I suppose you had dates then, as well.”

Spock was quiet, then, “No,” he said, very softly. “Jim has spoken very highly of you, Doctor.”

“Oh?” Leonard tried to scoff, but he was blushing.

“He neglected to mention your profession, however. A curious oversight.” Spock’s brown eyes scanned him coolly. “This is acceptable. Where will you be taking me this evening?”

Leonard spluttered. “What? I mean, I was going to…” He stopped himself from saying dump you in the nick of time.

Spock just stared at him.

“I-I was going to…” He looked around quickly. “Take you for a walk…around the park?”

“Acceptable.” Spock offered him his non-broken arm and Leonard numbly took it. “Proceed.”

Leonard took a step. Then another. He desperately searched for some bit of small talk to occupy them. “So…uh… You and Jim met…through Philosophy club?”

“Indeed.”

“I thought you were a physicist?”

“I engage in many intellectual pursuits. Unlike one pursuing a medical degree I find that diversifying my learning is beneficial.”

Was that an insult? Leonard decided to get insulted. Just in case. “Bunch of abstract nothing, that’s what that is. Medicine is applied ethics.”

“An application without relevance.”

Okay, definitely an insult. Leonard grabbed onto the thread of conversation with both hands and tugged. If Spock thought he could best Leonard in the game of philosophy he had another thing coming. He opened his mouth.

They argued for the better part of four hours. Spock was witty and biting and Leonard was exhilarated and annoyed. They walked around the park until Leonard was exhausted and Spock made some crack about the limitations of the human body, then they got down the path of arguing about subjective meanings of bodily functionality, until pretty soon they were discussing the pros and cons of space colonization and then eventually they circled back around to medicine where they stayed until Spock abruptly looked up at the sky.

“It has grown dark,” he said, sounding mildly surprised.

“You can’t distract me. You said an ethical basis in the absence of harm is untenable for medicine as a whole, and I say—”

Spock stopped him with a peck on the cheek.

Leonard blinked, utterly gobsmacked.

“I meant no distraction,” Spock said mildly. “Merely that this conversation might be better concluded in a warmer environment.” His lip twitched. “My doctor has informed me I should take better care of my health. Will you accompany me home? I have tea.”

Spock looked so nervous that Leonard’s heart nearly melted. He felt himself soften. “Well,” he drawled. “I suppose I could be amenable to that. I, ah, need to keep an eye on that arm of yours anyway.”

“Indeed.” Spock’s lip twitched again. “You were saying? Regarding the ethical structure of the Hippocratic Oath?”

“As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted…” Leonard continued, glaring good-naturedly at Spock as they walked together out of the park, sniping under the silver moon.

Our Future

Joe sat shirtless on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Did you know Olivia almost jumped into the shower with me this morning?” He said out loud to Taylor who was in her walk-in closet finding a simple vest to wear to bed. 

“I practically had to drag her out of there. Your little felines really don’t like to move” he chuckled to himself as he put the phone on the bedside table.

“Oh gosh, she does that all the time” Taylor giggled as she walked over to her side of the bed and sat there next to Joe, wearing red underwear and a plain black vest. 

“I’ve tried to stop her many times before but what can you really do when there’s two animals in your house and neither of them behave?” They both chucked. 

“Well…” Joe said as he rolled over on top of Taylor, leaving soft kisses on her neck. 

“There’s actually more than two animals in this house that don’t like to behave much” he lifted his head up to wink at her, causing her to blush and giggle, pushing him slightly.

“Well unlike my cats, does this other animal tend to be more…….active, at night?” Taylor raised her eyebrow to tease him slightly whilst she stroked a hand through his luscious blonde hair.

“I guess we’re about to find out……” they both giggled as they continued making love. Taylor then rolled over on top of Joe so her thighs were on either side of him and she was bent down kissing his soft lips whilst cupping his face in her hands. Joe’s hands roamed up and down Taylor’s waist, tugging slightly at her vest which he was desperate to remove. Taylor released her lips from his to pull her vest over her body, throwing it on the floor, then continued desperately on his lips. The soft yet passionate kisses always got Taylor feeling sensual. Taylor then released herself again and began leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, getting lower down with each kiss. The smirk on her face had a very physical effect on Joe, which Taylor could easily see and feel. 

“Seems to be more than three animals then huh?” Joe smirked at her as she began to pull his boxers down.

“I love you” Joe whispered into her ear as he hugged her from behind whilst they both cuddled on the bed after a hot make out session that led further than either of them had planned.

“Sometimes I wonder why” Taylor began speaking, completely in her own little world whilst Joe was planting her kisses.

“Why what?” Joe mumbled into her neck.

“Why you stayed.” She said bluntly, catching Joe slightly off guard. He sat up and faced Taylor.

“What do you mean?”

“Well” Taylor started, as she turned around to face him too. His hands playing with her golden locks

“There have been so many little inconveniences, so many, how do I say, abnormal situations for you whilst you’ve been with me. So many little errors that would irk anyone ordinary like you. The jet stalking, paps outside my apartment, paps following you from airports. These things, they’re not what a normal person is used to so, why?” She looked him dead in his deep blue eyes.

“Why did you stay?”

“Tay come on….” Joe shuffled to pull her closer to him.

“Where is this coming from? Did something happen?”

“Nothing outside the ordinary, no. I’m just curious why are regular, adoring guy like you would want to put up with all of this just to be with someone”

“You’re not just someone. You’re generous, and you’re caring, and lively, and thoughtful, and you always have a smile on your face despite everything you’re going through, you’re always polite to everyone you meet, you always put others first. I could go on, but, my point is, there’s no flaws. Everything you do is pleasing. You’re never acting prestigious because of your status, you always greet people with genuine interest and love. You’re just perfect.”

Taylor was slightly tearing up at this point over Joe’s words.

“I love you, and I’ll never stop loving you Taylor, don’t forget that. I’m here to stay, no matter what obstacles are thrown at me. Nobody is going to stop me from loving you” he whispered, wiping the one tear off of Taylor’s cheek that had begun rolling down.

“I love you” Taylor’s just managed to get out, her voice cracking slightly due to a rush of emotions, mainly love.

“What about you?”

“What do you mean?” Taylor questioned.

“What did you see in me, an ordinary, nothing special lad who just left acting school? You could have gone for anyone famous but you stuck with me. Why?”

Taylor sighed as she prepared herself to explain.

“My mom always said to me, you’ll know when you’re in a genuine, stable relationship when there’s never a feeling of jealousy, or insecurity, and that you’d never sit there and question how everything happened because it was just meant to. But you can never go actively searching for the person that makes you feel loved and adored, they’ll find their way to you if it’s meant to be.” She turned to look Joe in his eyes.

“The night I met you, there was just something in my gut. Something was telling me to not ignore these signals, ya know. I couldn’t tell what it was in that moment because I was so occupied with my friends and the idea of independently partying with my girlfriends and not having to worry about guys. But in the back of my head, I kept hearing my moms voice telling me that you never know if you don’t try, and honestly, I’m so grateful that I took the chance. That I got to know you, and meet your family and friends. Hang out with you. Just the feeling of being around you felt, right. You gave me the feeling of normalcy that I had always craved without me having to go out and search for it, and for that I’m forever grateful, Joe. I love you so much. Thank you for staying” she leaned upwards slightly, planning a soft elongated kiss on Joe’s lips. Joe felt warm in that moment, the feeling of being with Taylor felt so real, like it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered. He knew he wanted more with her, but wasn’t sure when to bring up the conversation of their potential future.

The two of them cuddled together, within the radius of each other’s warmth and slept peacefully within tangled arms and legs.

“Mommy!” Diana, their adorable 4 year old baby girl ran around the kitchen table, being chased by Leo, their older 9 year old son.

“Hey kids! Be careful! You’re gonna get hurt!” Joe stood up quickly from his seat, running after the two little mischief makers. He picked Diana up as she stuck her tongue out to Leo.

“Hey! Daaaaad! Diana won’t give me my solider toy back! It’s part of my set and it all looks wrong if it’s not there!” Leo complained.

“Diana, sweetheart, come on that’s Leo’s toy” he said softly to his baby girl.

“But I wanna play with it!!” Diana began crying

“It’s mine! Pass it!” Leo screamed at her, trying to pull it out of her grip.

“Hey! Guys come on, stop fighting!” Joe demanded nicely, he could never raise his voice at his kids.

“Ugh are you two fighting over Leo’s toy again?” said a stressed Taylor, who was late to a meeting, running down the stairs and into the kitchen to make herself a quick toast.

“Morning love” Joe smiled at her and she smiled back lovingly.

“Guys come on, be reasonable” she said as she walked over to her husband and kids, picking Diana up in her arms. She ruffled Leo’s beautiful blonde hair that resembled his father’s and smiled at him.

“You can have it back when she falls asleep Leo” Taylor kissed her son’s head as she walked over to the bread that had just jumped out of the toaster.

“Dad, you know my PE teacher said I was really good at the football game yesterday and I should consider joining a team” Leo told his dad as they both sat at the kitchen table, Joe sipping some coffee whilst Leo had his Kellogg’s cereal.

“Oh that’s great buddy! You really were amazing yesterday! Your mom and I were so proud!” He smiled at his son as he ruffled his hair.

“Maybe you should sign up for a football team today” Taylor said from the kitchen fridge as she put the butter away and made her way to the table with Diana in one arm and her toast in the other.

“Yeah I will, my friend Mark said he’s gonna join too so we could go to practice together!” He spoke excitedly, as she carried on having his cereal.

Taylor and Joe both smiled at their son, completely in love his innocence. He was an exact copy of Joe, he had his fathers lips and nose, and his hair was thick and blonde.

“So where are you off to today love?” Joe asked Taylor, holding her hand from across the table.

“I have a meeting in town and I’m already running late. It was re scheduled to earlier today and I completely forgot!” Taylor spoke fast, trying to eat her toast quickly.

“Hey calm down you’re not gonna be late” Joe eased her, noticing how stressed she was. He always had a calming effect on her.

Taylor sighed.

“You’re right, sorry” she smiled at him.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Leo ran from the table to open the door and meet his friend Mark who was waiting outside.

“I’m just coming, let me get my school bag” Leo told him, then ran upstairs to grab his stuff.

“Mark, love, you can come inside” Taylor spoke out loud as she walked over to the door with Joe to greet him. He was a close trustworthy kid, and Leo always walked to school with him in the morning.

“You did really well in the game yesterday buddy, I heard you’re going to join the team?” Joe asked him as they both stood at the door.

“Yeah, our teacher said we were the best players on the field! I’m totally going to join the team today, with Leo of course” he said excitedly. They both smiled at him.

Just then Leo came running down the stairs with his school bag.

“Don’t forget your lunch buddy” Joe reminded Leo, as he quickly put his lunch box into his school bag and stepped out the house with Mark.

“Bye, you two be careful now” Taylor said as she fixed Leo’s collar and kissed his cheek.

“Love you”

“Love you too mom, oh and you too dad”

They all giggled as he left. Taylor and Joe stood cuddled together at the door watching their son walk off to school. They loved how excited he got over everything, and how adoring he was. They then shut the front door.

“You know….” Joe spoke quietly with his arms around Taylor’s waist.

“We could drop Leo off at Mark’s tonight, and Diana off at your mom’s place so we could have some alone time tonight”

“You really can’t control yourself, can you?” Taylor giggled in his arms. “We literally just did it last night”

“Yeah but we had to be quiet because of the kids, and I know how much you don’t like being quiet” he smirked at her.

“I’ll see.” Taylor smiled at him, kissing his lips softly.

“But for now, I need to get to this meeting. Where are you going today?” She asked, walking over to their baby girl who was still sat at the table, chatting to herself.

“Well I’m going to drop Diana off to school first, then I need to go meet with my agency later. Busy day. Which is why I could use some alone time later.” Joe told her as he stroked his hands through his baby girl’s beautiful golden curls. She was an exact copy of Taylor. He loved that.

“Okay well have fun then, my ride is outside so I need to go”

“You’re ride will be in the bedroom later tonig-”

“Joe!!” Taylor smacked his arm lightly, causing him to chuckle.

“Okay okay, you go off then, have a great day.” He walked over to her, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“I love you” he mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too” Taylor responded, kissing him softly, then walking over to Diana and leaving a kiss on her head too, before she left.

And just then Taylor woke up, gasping. She turned to look over her shoulder, noticing she had slightly woken Joe up too with her sudden awakening.

“You alright babe?” He mumbled into her hair, still half asleep.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke.

“Do you ever think about us? And what we could be?”

Joe sat up on the bed, looking over at Taylor.

“Like our future together?” He asked, his hands rubbing at her thighs.

“Yeah, and kids” she said quietly, unsure of how he was going to take this conversation.

“Yeah, always. I think about us getting married, living together, and having loads of beautiful little Taylor and Joe’s” he spoke, looking her deep in her blue eyes. “And then nights we’ll have to stay up looking after our babies, and watching them grow up and go off to collage. I think about that all the time.”

“Why did you never tell me?” Taylor spoke, her voice slightly breaking because of how much she loved him.

“I just, didn’t know how you would take it. Didn’t want to seem to desperate I guess” he spoke quietly.

“Joe….” she took his face in her hands.

“I always think about this stuff too, I want us to be together and have kids as much as you. I always dream about this stuff and how beautiful our future could be one day.” Joe smiled at her, completely in love with the woman sitting next to him on the bed. He knew he wanted to marry her one day and give her everything she’s ever wanted, and he would get what he wants too. A life with the woman he loves.

“I love you so much” Joe whispered to her, wiping the single tear from the cheek.

“I love you too” Taylor whispered, as they both cuddled up in each other’s arms. Content with life. In love. And most importantly, together.

6

I visited Elsa and Anna’s sommerhus (cottage) yesterday in Epcot yesterday and it was lovely.

I wanted to take more pictures, but this was also their meet and greet location so these are the only precise and essential ones I’ve decided to really take good pictures of.

The paintings were the ones that made me excited the most. And then sad.

The family painting with their mom and dad… now I wonder if that’s the first and only painting they have as a family in that cottage. 😭😭😭

And it took years and years to have another painting done, and they’re not even kids anymore. There’s only the two of them including Olaf in the same backdrop as the first painting running together while holding hands.

Like children.

Elsa and Anna as adults….yet child-like and free once more after years of being forced to grow up, years of separation and years of heartbreak.

😭😭😭😭

I WAS HAVING FUN AND THESE THOUGHTS CAME IHML. And the DOLLS are together again, too.

baze holding a dying chirrut in his arms chanting i am one with the force and the force is with me over and over and still fighting until he knows he’s finished and gazing at chirrut’s body just before dying is the definition of poetic cinema. also it’s really fucking gay

Kitchen

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: You have a huge crush on Negan and it makes you euphoric. You guys fuck in the kitchen.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, daddy kink, innocence kink

Note: If you guys have any fic requests, feel free to drop it in my mailbox, anon or not! I’d love to hear some of your ideas!

Something about Negan just turned your brain to absolute mush. You considered yourself to be highly intelligent, even an intellectual. Hell, you were set to go Ivy League before the world ended. But all that brightness kinda flew out the window when Negan was around. 

You weren’t his wife, and you hadn’t slept with him (yet), or even kissed him, for that matter. But the sexual tension between the two of you was undeniable, especially in those moments when he displayed blatant favoritism towards you. He was much gentler with you than he was to the rest of his workers. You were able to get away with a lot more. 

You worked in the kitchen and, during most days, like clockwork, he would come in around 2pm for something to eat. Everyone kneeled when he entered a room, but you would always drop everything you were doing and run over to him, giggling like a little girl. And you would relentlessly flirt with him.

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Fame, Flashlight

BTS Yoongi / Model AU / Words: 6232
Anonymous requested:  If you’re taking requests I was wondering if you could do one between a model and photographer yoongi? Where he’s usually famous for slightly racy pictures but he starts falling for her and tries to cover her up more lol.
A/N: i hope u like it omg i apoligize if there are mistakes im v tired rn



You pulled your car into your temporary spot, significantly earlier than your actual call time. Your own paranoia had put you on edge and made you cut your workout ten minutes short to allow sufficient time for you to get home, shower, then make it to the studio. Your hair was still damp, and it clung to the back of your neck. You reached over to the passenger seat, where you had carelessly flung your towel when you had rushed from the door of your condo, swallowing the remainder of your supplements. You roughly shook it over your head in an attempt to dry it more, and you smoothed out the end result with your fingers. You didn’t quite care what it looked like when you walked in the doors. You knew that anything you did to your hair or face would be wiped clean by the stylists the second they got their hands on you. You were so used to being dressed and made up in ridiculous ways, and you took advantage of the times you could leave your face bare, hair down and lounge in comfy sweats with faded logos.

Out of boredom and sheer habit, you checked your phone, scrolling through Instagram and mindlessly liking everyone’s pictures. You only paused when you came across a familiar username. You stared at the picture of wispy clouds etched into the sky, bathed in the pale yellow and pink light of the rising sun. Telephone lines and skyscrapers littered the horizon, but didn’t take away from the beauty of the morning sunrise. The caption simply read “My view this morning”, and yet there were hundreds of thousands of likes. You let your thumb linger just above your screen before you double tapped it, and a quick heart appeared on the picture. You took that as your cue to get out of your car and head towards the glass double doors of the tall building, still ten minutes ahead of schedule.

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Chris Evans Fic: Hiking and Hypocrisy (Chapter 4)

To give him his due, Chris had strolled silently at your side for the last thirty minutes without complaining. He’d let Dodger off his lead once you were a little ways from the parking lot and he’d found a decent sized stick to throw for Dodger to fetch back again, which he did, time after time. You side glanced at him occasionally as you walked, desperately trying to keep your interest under wraps, and you realised you hadn’t taken in his appearance earlier.

He was actually dressed pretty well in dark grey cargo shorts in a soft but sturdy material and a lighter grey sweat-wicking tshirt. It was high end hiking gear, you could tell from the logos, but he’d managed to choose for comfort and practicality, not just for the brand. His hiking shoes were trainer style, rather than boots, which wasn’t great for ankle support but you figured he’d be okay on this day hike. The paths weren’t difficult to navigate and surfaces were fairly even so it didn’t concern you too much. However, you hoped his socks were sweat-wicking too or those brand new hiking shoes were going to shred his feet. But, you reminded yourself, he was here by choice and any time he got too uncomfortable, he was more than welcome to turn back, obviously.

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