I just wanna see the batkids bonding over super mundane things (instead of t r a u m a) is that really so hard
Damian walking the Manor grounds and way in the backyard, hidden behind hedge rows, he finds Tim blowing bubbles and at first he’s like “wow you really are a child, Drake” but then he watches in fascination as Tim blows a massive bubble and he’s like “I can do that in fact I can do better” and it turns into a contest on who can make the biggest one.
Jason and Dick watching kung-fu movies and they’re like “pft that’s child’s play” and they copy the movements from the actors until it turns into an all out play-fight as they add their own twists to the techniques.
The boys take Cass out for dinner once a week, each time to a different restaurant, to make sure she gets to try anything and everything. They call it the “full Gotham experience.”
You walked into Jungkook’s room with caution because he was
always cranky in the morning and you didn’t want to deal with another one of
his stupid rants about how abominable it was to wake anyone up before 12pm. You
were in his room because it was Sunday, the day you took time out to do the
laundry because if you didn’t do it, it would never be done. You were almost
certain that he had some shirts that you let him borrow on a few occasions but
never got back, so you tip-toed your way towards his closet, because you knew
that’s where he kept all of his shirts.
You didn’t even get halfway there before you heard him
rustle in his bed, turning stiffly to meet the vexed expression on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m looking for all the shirts I let you borrow. I’m doing
laundry,” you pointed out to the hallway as you explained. You looked over at
his bedside table to read the green numbers on his alarm clock. “You do know
what time it is, right? Why are you up so early?”
Jungkook shifted under his covers to face you more
comfortably, “Of course I know what time it is.”
“So… is there a special occasion or something? Because you
are never, ever up this early. There has to be a special occasion because this
– this is bigger than like, watching Jesus walk on water in person,” you said,
shaking your head.
“Shut up,” Jungkook groaned, “there’s no special occasion. I
just thought it’d be fun to watch you walk around the house half naked.” You
narrowed your eyes at the way his voice got low and how he licked his lips as
if he were about to devour you.
“You’re a fucking pervert.”
“What do you expect when you walk around with just a shirt
and panties on?”
You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t know you’d be awake right
now because you’re usually knocked out with drool hanging out of your mouth.”
You walked the rest of the way to his closet to begin searching for your
shirts. “Excuse me for wanting to be comfortable while I do your dirty ass
laundry.” You had no doubt that Jungkook was looking at your ass as you sifted
through the shirts he had hung up in his closet. Things like that were typical
while you lived with him; you just learned to ignore it. You had to admit that
sometimes, it made you feel a bit better about your body, not that you really
needed any validation from a man like him. Still, you couldn’t hold back the
smirk on your face when Jungkook swore he couldn’t hold himself back from
touching you or watching you do things around the house in whatever you wanted
to wear, which was often barely anything. This time, however, you really did
think he was still asleep. The only thing that was on your mind was getting all
of your laundry done long before the day was over.
“Comfortable? You’re teasing me,” Jungkook whined. “And now I
have a boner.”
“Not my problem,” you called out, still searching through
his closet because you were unsuccessful so far.
“What if I make it your problem?”
“Seriously,” you halted your movements to look back at
Jungkook, “I’m not like the girls you fuck with, and I’m not doing anything
Jungkook glared at you with an annoyed expression on his
face. “I’m not like that anymore, Y/N. I’m a changed man.”
“Pft! Yeah, right. That was a good one,” you joked, focusing
your attention back on his closet.
“Tell me, when was the last time you heard me bring someone
You sighed in exasperation because the only reason you came
into his room was because you needed to find the shirts you let him borrow, not
to talk about his sex life. “I don’t know, I don’t keep up with your one night
stands,” you replied.
Jungkook tsked, “I haven’t brought anyone home in like,
three weeks. That’s a long ass time, and I’m so horny,” Jungkook groaned.
You felt your walls suddenly clench at the way his words
left his mouth so sultrily, making you freeze in shock because, what the hell?
“You’re not making this situation any better, Y/N,” Jungkook
moaned. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat before turning to
face your roommate still in bed. Except now, the covers were off his body,
giving you a full view of him palming himself over his sweatpants.
“Uh, I- I think I’ll just come back to find my shirts
another time,” you uttered, making your way out of his closet.
“C’mon, just do me a favor, please? As a roommate.”
“I don’t – I don’t know what you mean,” you said, shaking
your head, even though you knew exactly what he was implying. All of this was too much and so sudden; you still couldn’t understand how and why you were
becoming so aroused when you swore you had no attraction to Jungkook, your
roommate, and the most infamous fuckboy you knew.
“I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I
just want you to sit on it.” Jungkook took his bottom lip in between his teeth
while he waited on you to respond. Your body was frozen in place between his
closet and his bed. Your feet refused to move and your body screamed out to
him, yes, absolutely yes I will sit on it, but your mind was telling you not to
cave in. He was, by everyone’s definition, a fuckboy, and you didn’t want to
start anything you couldn’t finish. However, the arousal in between your legs
had progressed from a small nuisance to an overwhelming ache you just had to do
“Do the dishes for a week – No – two weeks,” you bargained,
hoping you weren’t out of your mind just yet.
“And you have to do your own laundry from now on,” you
“Just come sit on my dick,” Jungkook urged with
frustration. You walked slowly over to Jungkook, waiting for the angel on your
shoulder to knock some sense into your head, but it never did show. You knew
what you were doing, you knew what you were getting yourself into, but the way
your body screamed for attention had overpowered your will to think straight, and
before you could turn around to go back to the loads of laundry that you needed
to do, you were straddling your asshole of a roommate.
“Can you feel that?” he muttered, trailing his hands up your
thighs, “this is all your fault.” You were unable to say anything. You could
feel him pressed against his sweatpants, the feeling bringing back images of
when he would walk around the apartment with a hard on that you forced yourself
to ignore, but couldn’t help it when you snuck a little peak.
“A – Are those my
panties?” You queried when your eyes darted over to his bedside table. You did
a double take to get a good look at the purple lace that hung over the top
drawer. “Those are my panties! Why do you have my panties?” you exclaimed.
Jungkook looked up at you with his lip in between his teeth
as his hands hiked up your shirt and found purchase on your hips. “I needed
them,” he muttered lazily, admiring the way you looked on top of him.
“What do you mean? Like, you – you wear them?” The words
came out of your mouth before you could think about what you were saying. Embarrassment
flooded you all at once when you realize what you had just asked.
“No,” Jungkook glared at you with furrowed brows before
looking back down at the point of contact between you two. He slowly guided
your hips to move on top of him, and you got the hint. With his hands still on
your hips, you moved on your own accord for more friction. “I used them to get
You opened your mouth in surprise at your roommate’s
confession, but you thought it was hot. You had never met a guy who was into
that, but the thought of Jungkook using your panties to cum was arousing.
“You like that?” he asked with a smirk on his face. He must
have noticed how much it turned you on. You nodded. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Keep talking,” you moved your hips faster, “this feels so
Jungkook chuckled and moved his hands to grab your ass. “Look
at you,” he teased with an amused look on his face, “such a dirty girl. You
gonna make me cum in my pants?”
He was enjoying this too much, you thought. The playful tone
in his voice and the devious look that still sat on his face gave you more than
enough evidence to know that. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like
it. “Yeah, I – I want you to cum.”
Jungkook’s hand found purchase on your hips again, moving
you faster against him. “You’re nasty, rubbing your pussy on my cock.” He
sucked in a sharp breath and you could feel him twitch against your clothed
slit, “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.” Jungkook writhed under you as his
fingers made tiny crescents on your skin. His hips came up to fuck against you
once he reached his high, growling out your name as he came. You rutted against
him to help ride out his orgasm, your walls clenching at the sight of him
losing himself right underneath you. You pouted when he was done because now
you were unbearably horny and you hadn’t even orgasmed yourself.
“Get on your back,” Jungkook said, looking up at the stupid
pout on your face with a smirk. “I want you to cum too.”
BTS Reaction: You having a side blog dedicated to another member (requested)
You took a break from your laptop and went to the kitchen to scavenge for a late night snack. You found one of Jin’s last stashed away cookies and scarfed it down before he could get out of the shower and catch you. You quietly returned only to find Jin sprawled across the bed. He had one arm hanging off the bed, the other covered his face as he whimpered all while balancing your laptop on his chest.
“Jagi, how could you?!?” he “cried”
“Hey! why are you looking at my computer?” you rushed up to him to take your computer away.
“I thought i was your one and only!” he “sobbed” as he rolled away from you from, keeping you from getting your laptop back. “How could you have a blog dedicated to the maknae?!?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I had that blog before i even met you guys!”
“But i thought you deleted it!”
“What ever gave you that idea?”
“Um I don’t know maybe because you are dating Mr. Worldwide handsome now!”
You crawled up next to him. “Well, if it makes you feel better…” you snatched the laptop away and began clicking away until you found the page. you turned the screen to him “This is the blog i have dedicated to you!”
He scrolled through the page a bit before he pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “You are forgiven…partially … Just make sure to delete that Jungkook blog.
You and your boyfriend sat on the couch enjoying a bit of TV after a long day. Well, he was watching tv, you were busy finally updating your side blog. You could feel someone looking over your shoulder and found Suga with a sour expression on his face.
“Ew, why are you posting pictures of Jimin?” he asked in disgust.
“For my blog” you mumbled going back to adding to your tags.
“Ew” he repeated as he went back to watching tv.
Once finished, you nestled next to him, but he was as still as a statue. It was weird because he always accepted cuddles. You nestled deeper, but still nothing.
“Ya! Cuddle me!”
“Why dont you go cuddle Jimin?” he pouted.
“Aww is someone jealous?” You teased
“Pft! Me? Jealous? You’re ridiculous! Pft! I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous of my girlfirend having a blog about another member from my group? I am not jealous!”
“Uh-huh sure, not jealous at all.”
“I said i’m not!”
“If i make a blog about you, will you forgive me?”
He stayed quiet at your offer.
“C’mon, I’ll let you pick the color scheme!”
Although expressionless, you could tel he was tossing the idea around in his head.
“We can come up with a URL together!”
“No need! I thought of the perfect one already! Plus, i know just the selfies to use for the header and profile pictures!” he said as he stratched out and grabbed the laptop from the other side of the couch.
You were in the middle of getting dressed when you heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.
“Babe?!? Is everything okay?!? What was that?!?” you shouted from your bedside too much in a rush to get ready for work to actually walk to the kitchen.
“Um- Nothing! Just… Just a pan!” he shouted. “You keep getting dressed! I will get your coffee ready!”
You walked out of the bedroom ready to go only to be greeted by a grumpy face Namjoon. Your cup of coffee was waiting for you thankfully, but Rap monster stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, one hand clutching your tablet.
You waked straight up to him. “What’s wrong baby? Why that face?”
“I found someone’s tumblr and it turns out their blog is a virtual shrine to my band-mate Kim Taehyung.” he grumbled.
You giggled at him, because he look so cute when he was jealous. you rested your chin on his chest and looked p at him with the best puppy dog eyes that you could give. “Joonie, it is just a tiny little side blog” you explained
“So having 5k followers is a “tiny llittle side blog” to you?”
“Aw c’mon Joonbug, don’t be so jealous. I have a blog for each of you… Do you want to know how many followers I have on my blog about you?”
His expression softened and the tension in his shoulders faded. “…Is it more the 5000?” he asked softly.
Your smile grew “Let me show you!” you slid the tablet out of his hand, but froze when you saw what was on the screen. “…Namjoon!”
“Wow! look at the time! I have to meet Yoongi at the studio!”
This whole time his fit of jealousy was all a diversion to the fact that there was a huge crack on your tablet screen. “So this is what you dropped earlier?!? Nam-”
He stopped the rest of your words with a quick kiss. “ Bye babe! Love you!” he shouted as he ran out the door.
You and Jhope walked along the park path hand in hand and enjoying your ice creams. You heard a ding from your phone and smiled when you found out you got another follower on your sideblog, finally reaching your milestone. “Hobi! My jin blog finally has 1000 followers!” you squealed
He looked back at you with his signature triangle frown.
“why are you frowning? Aren’t you happy for me?”
“It’s a blog about Jin.” His voice was tiny.
“Yes, i just said that.” you laughed
Still his frown stayed
“Why is my sunshine so sad? You have ice ream in your hand it is physically impossible to be sad while eating ice cream!”
He emphasized his pout. Boy, the feelings he was able to convey with that frown.
“Hobi, don’t be jealous. You know i only made that side blog because a deal with jin and he said it was a way to commemorate our one year best-friendship.”
“So where is the blog about me commemorating our relationship?”
A smirk grew on your face as you went up closer to him. “Well i dont have blog about you but-” you brought your mouth up to his ear. “I know a whole list of things we do to to commemorate our relationship. Alot of which we did last night.” you whispered.
Jhope cleared his throat. You pulled back to his his frown finally gone an his eyes now alert.
“…So uh… You make a good point.” his face blushed over the memories he was having in such a public place.
You and V cuddled on the couch in the midst of your movie date night. However you were too indulged into updating your Suga blog on your laptop instead of paying attention to the movie.
“Babe, can you close that? The light is bothering me.” V mumbled.
“Wait i am almost done.”
Despite your protests, his large hand flew through the air and he shut you laptop screen.
“Tae, the fuck?”
“Let’s watch the movie!”
“Wait. just a few more minutes” you said opening the laptop again.
However, you weren’t able to get much done because V snaked his way through your arms. He rested most of his body on your lap, completely blocking your screen.
“Tae, what are you doing?” you did your best to hide your annoyance.
“I noticed you were constantly reblogging my arch nemesis so i thought i would relieve your eyes.” he explained as he pulled he pried the computer from your hands and place it on the floor.
“Arch nemesis?!? Yoongi is your enemy?!?”
He dropped all his body weights on you and let out a deep sigh.
“Youre heavy babe” you laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“So today, Yoongi rejected my idea to be a part of the next cypher again and then now i see you have a whole blog about him! Now I am losing you to him!” he pouted
“Aw baby, Dont be upset. All of army and I think you deserve to be a part of the next cypher! One of these days Yoongi will break i know it! And baby, about hte blog, it is just a small side blog. Don’t be jealous.”‘
“If it is justa small side blog why bothter to out-” His arms reached for the laptop and he placed it down on his chest. “this comment “OMG Looks at him! I am dying for Yoongi to have this hair back”.
“babe, it is just a commment. You should see the paragraphs when i spam you on my other blog.”
Even in the dark, you could see V’s eyes light up. “You have a blog about me?”
“Of course i do! It is my main blog”
A smile grew on his face at your words.
“Are you still upset? Do you forgive me?”
“…I will only if you do 3 things.”
“And those are?”
“!) stay for an all night movie marathon 2) Give me real cuddles… don’t hold back on any kisses and 3) Delete the Yoongi blog.”
“Aish, you drive a hard bargain.” You laughed. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Deal”
You cooked Jimin his late dinner as he sat at the end of the table. He was so tired he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.
You cellphone was right next to him, so when it dinged its annoying jingle it startled him awake.
“Chim, can you see what that was?” you asked
“It is an email…you got a new follower… for your rap monster blog.” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he was upset, his tone gave it away.
When you turned around to take a peek at him, you were right. Yup, not happy” you thought.
“Why do you have a blog about Namjoon?”
“I have had that blog for the longest time. Namjoon was my bias remember?”
“Yeah, but why haven’t you deleted it?” you could practically hear his cute eyebrow furrowing.
You turned around, again seeing that you correctly predicted his actions. You place the plate in front of him. “Because I have 7000 followers now. Do you know how long it took me to get that many?”
His face softened at your innocent reasoning. “well, if that is the case, i wont beg you to deleted it… Just as long as you slip in a few pictures of me from time to time.” he said with a tired smile
You gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Dont worry baby, I already do!”
The whole day Jungkook had been following you around your apartment. You began to notice a smirk grow on his face when you even got near your laptop.
“Ya! What is with you today?”
“Nothing Jagi.” he said with a giggle every time
It wasn’t until it was around time to go to bed that you decided that you would browse tumblr before you fell asleep.
You went to your desk and turned your screen on surprised to find that it was already on the tumblr page. “Weird “ you thought
“From the corer of your eye you could see Jungkook poking his head into the room with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Babe, serisouly what is going on with you?”
“Nothing” he giggled for the 500th time.
you ignored him and logged on, quickly going to check on your jhope side blog first. to you horror, you blog was not how you last left it. The header was now an image of Jhope distorted face photo-shopped on a horse and the profile picture was replace with one of Jungkook. All the Jhope content was replaced with pictures and video of Jungkook, even some Jungkook scenarios here and there. “What did you do?!?”
“Nothing!” Jungkook laughed as he ran out of the room
“Jungkook! I will kill you!” You practically shouted as you chased after him.
Summary: Jimin was an asshole, yes. And you were supposed to be nice, meek, and afraid of people like him. But you weren’t; even with a knife at your throat you stayed quiet and unforgiving–and he wasn’t allowed to like it.
Based off this request:
“Anonymous said:So how about bad boy Jimin I mean that’s cool I guess cause I mean who need bad boy jimin right pft not me.”
Usual warnings . This is a drug gang fic so naturally there’s gonna be a lotta shit.
“Are you sure you’ve got this, hyung?” Jimin
whispered, fishing in his bag for the lock-pick kit while Namjoon kept watch in
the shadows of the alleyway.
The older man snorted. “Taehyung knows we’re coming
regardless of whether I’ve got this or not. Besides, it isn’t me that he wants
to kill; make sure you watch out.”
Jimin snapped the zipper closed on his duffle. “He’s
the one who needs to watch his ass.”
Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm as he started towards the bar,
stopping him in his tracks. “Just…just don’t do anything stupid,
“I already did.” Jimin murmured. “And you’re
here doing it with me.”
Before Namjoon could say another word, Jimin ripped himself
from his hyung and hightailed it towards the back of the bar. The initial plan
was that Namjoon was going to go in through the front entrance and become an
instant distraction–that would give Jimin enough time to find you and get you
out. Honestly, it was stupid and bound to fail, but, then again, this was a
mission that was built upon grasped straws.
Jimin started towards the back entrance–his initial
destination–when, as he was passing by the wood cellar doors buried in the
grass, he overhead angered mumbles filtering up between the slats. Jimin
immediately changed his plan, dropping to the ground so he could press his ear
against the wood. As he listened, his eyes examined the lock on the doors to
see what tools from his kit would be needed to crack it.
I'm glad that you'll be writing more fanfiction again~! I'd like to ask for [Aarmau] (PDH) + ❝I don’t think i can do this without you.❞
title: when you
kiss me, heaven sighs
words and softer kisses is exactly what the doctor ordered. Aarmau. Mystreet.
a/n: fun fact—Aarmau
really grown on me over the past few months and I always wanted to write a sweet ficlet for the pair. Thank you for
the chance and the compliment! I recommend listening to La
Vie En Rose cover! The main inspo of this.
soft love, I really need to write these two more
around the room, a string of unintelligible mumbles and a few loose curses in
her wake. Her hair tuck under a baseball cap with strands messily covering her
face, red hoodie and baggy sweats seem to make her already small form even
smaller; this is the scene he came upon.
And he couldn’t
help but crack a smile.
against the doorway, Aaron cross his arms as he watches her continue to zip
across the room with ‘Where is it? Where
is it? Where is it?’ under her breath. When she finally takes a moment, and
realize she isn’t alone, he then chuckles.
“I guess I
was right about you not taking a nap, Aph,” he says softly, pushing off from the
doorframe and takes a step in. The room looks as if a tornado made a visit, her
things and his things were a mess on the floor, bed, and everywhere in between.
She frowns, her hands wringing together nervously and she looks at her feet as
her cheeks glows with embarrassment. Aaron speaks again, reaching out—and she
doesn’t pull away, letting herself be pull into a hug, “Oh potato, do you wanna
tell me why you look so fried?”
out a muffled “Bad pun.”
wider, removing her hat as he rests his chin on top of her head.
“I thought it
was a pretty great attempt,” his fingers run through her hair, quietly
untangling the knots, “I really took my time to hash that one out.”
snort, then a giggle. “Oh no, Aaron please— “
“Such an ap-peel-ing laugh you have there, potato.”
he chuckles again, and she looks up with a defeated ‘You’re as lame as your jokes’ expression—a look meant for him and
him alone. But she is, in the end, a person adores a bad joke. Even though a
full smile didn’t return, she rests her head against his chest and sighs.
“I’m sorry,” she
murmurs, after a moment passes. “I didn’t want to… worry you but I did, didn’t
presses a kiss and continues to speak gently, “You have nothing to apologize
for. You were gone for a while and I decided to check on you.”
find me wrecking our room…”
“Which we can
clean up—after we find what you’re looking for.”
quiet again. Pulling away slightly, she looks up at him with a studying look—one
she gives often, as her mind mulls over what to say; choosing her words carefully.
Her fingers trace a nonsensical pattern and her cheeks warm only more, biting
her lip in embarrassment. “Would you really be okay with helping me?”
“I think me
offering answers the question,” his hand brushes her cheek, tucking a lock
behind her ear, “so what’s up, bud?”
mean,” she grins, “spud?”
catch.” She beams at him and they both share a laugh, as he leans down to give
her a small peck. She hums into the chaste kiss, her eyes softening and she
whispers, “Can’t beat the pun master, sweetie.”
She stands on
the tips of her toes, another smooch they share. And when he went in for a
third, she laughs, happily accepting it, along with one of his cheek.
make fun of me,” she closes her eyes and shaking her head, “but… since you’re
here, I might need some help with the top shelves in the closet.”
rubs his chin for a moment, narrowing his eyes, “Now I was remembering this
morning, you were complaining about my height? Now the tables have turned.
out her tongue, “In my defense, you called me short.”
“I called you
“Well, no, I
was being polite when I said it.”
She gives a
loud ‘ugh’ but as he caves into his
laugh, she does as well shaking her head again. “I don’t think I can do this
without you— would you be a gentle giant and help me?”
sticks her tongue out at him again, and he retaliates by doing the same. She
turns on her heels, pushing off him as she strides to the closet—and naturally,
he follows suit. Though, a few good laughs won’t change what’s happen… a light
feeling of relief, seeing her smile more at ease than moments before.
He hums an
old tune under his breath, and though I
close my eyes; I see La Vie En Rose. A lovely, lovely life he wishes to
I know Zig hates Sword Art Online but I have a question for him. Zig. Have you watched Sword Art Online Abridged by Something Witty Entertainment? If you haven't then you need to. Takes everything SAO has to offer, recycles it, and makes it 40 times better than it ever was! That's 10 4's!
I never said I hated it, I just think its a terrible show.
But to answer your question…
They did a great job fixing everything wrong with the show in like half the time it really is kind of incredible there was a full character arc and actual development and the characters were CHARACTERS WASN’T IT GREAT?!
what is this?: a bo burnham imagine summary: you’re both summer camp counselors, and the entire camp ships you words: 1433 triggers: none except for cuteness
“Do you think I’ll
“Unlikely. Creeks aren’t
“What if I get malaria
from the mosquitos?”
“What? It’s true.”
You rolled your eyes
and lean on his shoulder, or rather, his upper arm. If only he would just shrink a few inches. You’re on the
rickety bus to Camp Victory, not as campers but as senior counselors. You both
needed the service hours and, anyway, it’s
not like either of you would really have been doing anything else over the
summer, unless you count the vicious Mario Kart tournaments that almost always
ends with Bo threatening a breakup. You know Bo’s going to be great at this
whole counselor thing, because he’s essentially a kid himself— when he’s not
writing satire about religion, at least. But as for you… kids aren’t exactly
your forte, and here you are about to deal with a whole cabin full of them.
You feel Bo shift a bit
under you. “Hey, lay off. I thought we weren’t doing PDA for… three weeks?
“Oh, relax, you big
baby,” you say, closing your eyes. “We’re not there yet.” You’d insisted on this stipulation before you left, much to
your boyfriend’s dismay. You figured making out in front of a bunch of kids
wasn’t exactly the best way to show the face of responsibility.
“In that case, I think
I should be able to get another kiss before this dumb dry spell you’re forcing
You don’t say anything
at first; you only tilt your head back stick your lips out in your worst
duck-face impression. “Come and get it.”
You can feel his smile
when he kisses you, the edge of his glasses gently pushing in to your cheek. You’re
the one who pulls away though, and when Bo tries to come back for more you push
a finger against his lips.
“Three weeks,” you say.
You decide that, upon
arrival, Camp Victory was originally built for munchkins. There are two facing
rows of small cabins, twelve in all, odd numbers on one side, even on the
other. Each is crammed with four bunk beds but no utilities—- just two small dressers
with drawers, some shelves, and eight coat hooks. Bo was seriously going to have some bruises on him the first few days. You’d
read on the website that it was owned by a church, which donated the camp to
the county’s social services for three weeks each summer for summer camp. It
was run on a shoestring, and you didn’t expect more than the basics. The basics
were all you got.
You and Bo are split
from the second you get off the bus; boys get the odd-numbered cabins, and
girls, the even ones. Senior counselors, you found out, were to be in charge of
seven kids each, ages seven to ten. Every cabin was supposed to choose a name
for itself— your girls pick Werewolves, which should have told you something
After everyone gets
their stuff settled in the cabins and sleeping assignments are arranged,
everything happens at top-speed. Mr. Harrigan, the camp director, hands all the
counselors clipboards with their kids’ names and that cabin’s schedule for the
day. It seems that Mr. Harrigan doesn’t want to waste one second of the long
summer hours, and the rest of your day is filled with baseball, volleyball,
canoeing, and hiking. You have to keep mentally counting your girls to make
sure none of them have run off.
The next time you see
Bo is when you pass him and his boys during an activity switch. “Hey, Bo,” you
say, nudging him with your hip. “What name did you get yourselves? I’ve got the
“Buzzards,” he replies,
tucking his clipboard under his arm. “AKA, the best name.” He doesn’t get to say more, because one of his boys
quickly runs up and grabs his arm.
“Bo, c’mon! The canoe
race is gonna start any minute!”
Bo raises his eyebrows
at you, the corners of his lips twitching up as he allows the boy to lead him
away. You can’t help but stand and smile after them, and it’s not long before
one of your own girls tugs your shirt.
You and the rest of the Werewolves spend the quiet
hour after dinner not-so-quiet at all, working out whose stuff is left
everywhere and whose shoes are stinking up the place. You’re about to collapse
into a twenty minute nap when one of them— Abigail, you think her name is—
says something that gets your attention.
“You know, I bet [Y/N] likes that tall counselor.” Giggling ripples through the little
wooden cabin. Abigail’s voice gets all sing-songy then. “Doooo you, [Y/N]? Huh?
You shrug. “Maybe,” you say, knowing your vagueness
will drive them bananas. It does, and they shriek with laughter.
“What would you do if we told him?” Another girl.
Her name’s… what? Jessie?
You laugh. “Oh, I’d hang you by your little
toenails, girl-baby.” More laughter, because they don’t need to know you’re actually
dating that cute tall counselor just yet.
They also don’t need to know that he holds your hand
under the blanket at the campfire that night.
The weeks slip by, and before you know it you’re constantly
covered in angry mosquito bites, sweat, and occasional lake water. Bo’s not
faring too well, either; the Buzzards and Werewolves had crafts together one
day, and Bo just couldn’t stop scratching.
“Stop it!” you say, slapping his hand down when you
see it move up to his arm. “Scratching it only makes it worse.”
“Oh, come onnnnn, [Y/N]! I think I might actually be
“Pft, drama queen.”
You notice that Bo’s boys are looking at the both of
you in a really weird way, and when you catch them a smatter of giggling breaks
out, followed by a bunch of whispers. You raise your eyebrows pointedly at your
boyfriend, which clearly asks: Motherfucker,
did you tell a bunch of fourth graders we were dating?
“I didn’t say anything,” Bo says quickly, raising
his hands up in a quick surrender, but your eyebrows only get higher.
“Why. Are. They. Looking
at us like that?…”
“Relax. Robbie 2000 has got it all under control.”
You hit him with your
clipboard when he says that stupid nickname from high school, but your question
still isn’t really answered.
But does he answer your question on the last night
of camp. Oh, yes, he does.
The last campfire goes like the usual ones— he
sits by you and everyone sings all the traditional campfire songs and some
ghost stories go around. But when the hour’s up and you start to stand to get
back to your cabin, Bo pulls you back down. “You’ll wanna see this,” he
whispers before he gets up. The chatter dies down and you see that the boys in
his cabin are looking particularly eager.
“Alright, so… quick little thing before you guys all
go… a few days ago two of my boys— Andy and Finn, I’m lookin’ at you— got
into this huge argument over whose shoes were laying in the doorway to our
cabin. So, being the responsible,
peacemaking counselor I am, I gave them some options: one, they work this out
themselves, but they don’t have to be friends. Two, they work it out and become friends. Three—“
“Bo kisses that girl he’s always with!” one of his
boys blurts, and the rest of the camp shrieks with laughter and surprised
yells. A huge smile splits your face and you struggle to push it off, trying to
appear as disgusted as the other girl campers were. You were, after all, the
face of responsibility…
“Now,” Bo says once the noise has died down. “I have asked Mr. Harrigan if it’s alright
if some PG-13 stuff is shown tonight, and he has agreed, so, props to Mr.
Harrigan—“ gesture to the director, who’s positively red with laughter at
what’s unfolding before him.
“And so, [Y/N],” Bo says, pulling you up to your feet,
“Would you do me a favor and kiss me on this fine night under the stars?”
Now you can’t fight the huge smile on your face that’s
probably making you blush like a schoolgirl, and you’re thankful for the
semi-darkness that’s coating you.
“You want to see me kiss this lovely boy?” you ask
the circle of campers around the fire. There’s cheers all around before you
turn back to face your boyfriend.
omg poor even thinking for 5 seconds that isak was hooking up with someone else (while he was too busy to talk to even)
literally that was mostly it, like, “oh, lmao, i mean, you could have called me to make out, but i mean, whatever like, it’s your life, you’re allowed to, i’m just saying, like, if you thought that i wouldn’t have dropped what i needed to to go make out with you, like, i mean, i would have, but, you know, that’s fine — oh you didn’t make out with someone? oh pft that’s so great hahahah i mean what”
Wasn't there a scriptpolice or something to that effect? 😵 (Also hi hope you're well!)
Yes! Thanks @0asissss ! I’m… XD mostly okay. (Bit of a headache right now, but I think I just need to ~hydrate~ so I’m probably fine, pft)
And you’re right.
Specifically, there’s @scriptcriminaljustice , who covers Law Enforcement in general, including and especially American police work. :)
(I say “American” because that’s where SCJ’s mod apparently trained in Criminal Justice and keep in mind that country and time period make a huge difference; from what I’ve heard/read, police work and even police training are extremely different between say, the modern US and the UK, or the US and Norway. But I digress)
@scriptcriminaljustice is very good and extremely helpful blog in my experience; I’ve gotten some great help from them several times on my past-and-current NaNo project, they’ve got some excellent posts and have linked to some wonderful free resources on all sorts of topics from Death Notification to Fitness For Duty exams, and I’ve been pleased with the usual turnaround time for questions too, considering how freakin’ busy that blog’s inbox has got to be given how many writers would need it as a reference. Top notch, A+, 10/10 recommend. :D
Also! While I obviously will always recommend our ScriptFam first for this (especially here on ScriptFeature, for obvious reasons), on a Personal Experience note?
If you are planning to write mystery/crime stories or the like involving modern police (or even just a Law Enforcement Officer as a character), if you can find a copy, overall I’ve been pleased with this book, too, as a resource:
Pictured above is the cover to Police Procedure and Investigation: A Guide For Writers, by Lee Lofland, a now-professional writer and former police Detective; it was part of Writers Digest Books’ “Howdunit” series of writing reference books (they also had a similar book in the series for the Forensics field, but I haven’t read that one and funnily enough some of the basics are already covered in Police Procedure anyway, so I don’t know if I can or should recommend it? I’d be more willing to pick up a recent forensics guide though anyway, as that’s much more likely to become out of date quickly given how fast forensics has evolved over the years!)
I’ve found Police Procedure and Investigation provides an excellent, well-organized, and bonus: well-written primer on police work, the courts, and modern-day criminal investigation in the US. And best of all for our purposes - as you might guess from its subtitle - it’s specifically intended to aid writers, and is 100% written with that goal in mind.
Mind you, it’s a bit old (published in 2007, so it’s already about a decade old now as I write this!) and I feel like the section on drugs might be not just out of date but slightly biased as well; however, I have very few overall qualms with the book, much of its information is still valid for writing US police work, and the book’s age and a big enough print run also mean it’s fairly easy to find copies - at least if you poke around for it online - and often for very cheap, like sometimes $7 or less before shipping, if your local library doesn’t already have a copy.
That book covers everything from how police officers are hired, trained and equipped in the US, to the difference (and yes there is one) between a Coroner and a Medical Examiner, what crime scenes are like and how they’re processed, how interrogation or prisoner transport goes - I could go on and on, but you get the idea: it covers the most common, key things you’d need to write American police characters and criminal investigations.
Lofland - much like some of @scriptmedic‘s most evocative posts on EMS - delves on occasion into personal stories from his time on the beat, and he’s a good enough writer that the humor shines and the pathos wrenches, so it’s not just a good resource - it’s also a good read. The book covers everything from humorous anecdotes, to the creepy feel of murder scenes, the harrowing recounting of his first shootout on the job, and the damned haunting recollection of his first time witnessing a Death Row execution.
Again - pretty much all the basics you’d need to write compelling cops and plausible crime stories.
Now, granted - I won’t say it’s magically perfect and the only resource you’ll ever need on American cops and criminal investigation; to the contrary, I suggest considering it a primer more than anything else, and there’s things it doesn’t manage to cover so much - such as the specifics of how interrogation rooms are used in practice, orhighly specific crime scene questions - that I’ve needed to ask ScriptCriminalJustice about in the end. But that’s why I’m recommending both together, because between the two it’s a pretty good combination. ;)
(Also, reading something like that ahead of time probably would keep you from needing to ask some really basic questions e.g. “How long does Police Academy take?” or “Is there a difference between a Coroner and Medical Examiner” - so that you can get to the weirdlyspecific ones :P)
tldr: My advice if you’re writing cops is to highly recommend that book (if you can snag a copy) in combination with @scriptcriminaljustice :)
can you guys do aus along the lines of "we're the only sober ones at this party" ? thanks :)
“You and I have only just met, but I truly do feel some sort of connection between the two of us - perhaps it’s the lack of alcohol talking, or the general need to leave my drunken asshole friends behind because they made me the designated driver, but let’s get out of here, yeah?” AU
“Okay, so every time we go out drinking, there is a designated driver. I know that you’re immediately thinking that that’s ‘so responsible,’ but that’s totally not the case - the general rule is that the youngest had to drive. My group of friends hasn’t added anyone in four years. Do you know how long I’ve been sober. Too long.” AU
“Arrrrre you sober by chance? That’s VERY nice. Me? Yeah, of course I’m sober… PFT. What would make you think otherwisssse?” AU
“I’m not one for drinking - it’s not like I wouldn’t want to have a good time with my buddies or anything, but I’m uh…well…you see, I’m allergic, to a certain extent.” AU
“I’ve accidentally found my way to a chat room for alcohol enthusiasts, but apparently I’ve broken some sort of server rule by being sober. Please, Admin, help me out - you seem sober enough, please stop them from kicking me out! I need this!!!” AU
“Officer, officer, look. My friends just got a bit out of hand, okay? They’re not over the top or anything, I promise you. I’m sober, you’re sober - yeah, they aren’t, but at least they aren’t driving, right?” AU
“I lied - this is apple juice, not whisky. I’m trying to impress you, basically.” AU
“KELSEY, SOBER-DIALING IS NOT A THING. NO, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT A THING. GIVE. THAT. TO. ME.” AU
“I’ve had four drinks but I feel fine. Am I immune? Am I a god? Am I superman?? Am I…passing out…??” AU
“If you suggest drawing straws for designated driver one more time I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK YOUR HEAD IN. WE ALL KNOW THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU SUGGEST IT IS BECAUSE YOU HOLD THE STRAWS, MAKING IT SO THAT YOU’LL NEVER BE THE DRIVER.” AU
“Yes, drinking this alcohol will make you lose weight, guaranteed. For the low price of…why hello there! Me, a swindler? No, no of course not. I would never.” AU
“What even IS “SOBER,” MAN. HOW DO YOU DEFINE “SOBER????” “What I’m not right now” hahaha YOU’RE A FUNNY ONE AREN’T YOU.” AU
A/N: this is for the like 30 other people who requested Kurt for the relationship meme, as well. It’s really, really long so it’s under a read more :) Thanks!
Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).
It was a lot of harmless flirting for the first few months that the two of you knew each other. Scott knew Kurt liked you, and Jean knew you liked him, so really, they tried their hardest to get the two of you together.
“Jean and I are doing something already, but I know (Name) is free to do something. Why don’t you ask them?”
“Sorry, we can’t make it to the movie, but Kurt is still free to go!”
As non-nonchalant as they try to make it, both Kurt and yourself pick up on it, but are still too shy to really proceed with a relationship. You were just afraid that he didn’t like you, and you get insecure at times.
No one asked anyone out, and really, you sort of grew into a relationship with one another without realizing it. It wasn’t until one evening, with your fingers tucked into his hair while he read a book, his head in your lap, did you really address it. “Hey, Kurt?”
He hummed a response, putting his book down on his chest to look up at you with curious eyes, “Ja?”
Licking your bottom lip, you looked down at him with heat hitting your your cheeks. “Are we dating?”
Kurt tensed up at that word, his tail moving fluidly as he sat up next to you and looked at his hands, “I’m s-so sorry, if that’s not what you want you should have told me.” He said.
“Kurt…” You raised your shoulders with a small chuckle, “It’s okay… Shhh…”
“You want this…?” Kurt asked suddenly.
“I do, but why did you never ask?”
Kurt paused, and for a moment, he truly contemplated the answer for the question before he rested on, “I couldn’t risk you saying no…”
Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?
“Kurt,” You smiled widely at your boyfriend. He perked up at the sound of your familiar voice, setting the book in his hands down to look at you as you walked into the living space of the school. “Hey, hey. I made you something!” You reached into your back pocket, pulled out a small cassette.
He watched you with a kindled curiosity, looking at the item in your hand, “What’s that?”
“I made you a mixtape. It’s got some really good songs on it, that I think you’re gonna like. I put some Michael Jackson on there so you shou-”
Kurt leaned forward and pressed his mouth against your cheek slowly. The heat that attacked your face was instant. “Thank you,” He whispered to you, plucking the cassette from your hands, “I’ll go ask Peter if I can use his music player thing.”
“It’s called a Walkman.” You chuckled, your fingertips feathering over where he kissed.
“Walkman.” Kurt repeated. “Thank you, (Name).”
Who kissed who first?
Kurt kisses you first.
You were standing in front of your bedroom door at the school after a date, and Kurt was unsure if he wanted to say goodbye and walk away, or if he wanted to kiss you. Unsure was the wrong word. He knew he wanted to kiss you, he was just… Afraid that it was something you weren’t ready for.
The three fingers of his right hand touched your cheek ever so gently, his eyes focusing on yours as his tail snugged around your waist to keep you close to him. Kurt could feel, and hear, his heart beating. It was rapid, and the moment your chest pressed against his, he could feel yours as well. “May I kiss you?” Kurt inquired gently, his accent tickling at the inside of your ears as his eyes dropped to trace the shape of your mouth.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” You replied in a quiet tone, his mouth eager to place itself on yours as he craned his head down, his hand tucked under your jaw. The kiss was smooth, inexperienced, but still, worth the time you had waited. His tail tightened around your waist for a second.
He didn’t want to let go.
Who said ‘I love you’ first?
Kurt’s eyes fluttered open, being blinded by the bits of sunlight that were sinking into the room from the slightly opened window to the right. He hissed, digging his face back into his pillow with a small sigh before raising his head. You had fallen asleep in his bed again, or at least, it seemed that way for you were laying beside him, still in the clothes you wore yesterday. He chuckled ever so slightly, looking at your face as you slept. This happened more often than not, but Kurt wasn’t complaining. Waking up to your face was an absolute pleasure, and put him in a good mood for the rest of day, even if it wasn’t unintentional. You had the habit of visiting him late at night, telling yourself that you’d go back to your bed, but that obviously didn’t happen.
Kurt snorted softly. You were too silly sometimes.
Moving around gently, so he didn’t wake you, Kurt sat up and stretched, his tail stiffening at the action as a small yawn tugged from his lips. Lightly, he moved some hair away from your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Ich liebe dich…” The German came out of his mouth smoothly, without a second thought. Mein engel[my angel].”
Who takes pictures of the other when they’re not paying attention?
You love taking pictures of Kurt.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” Kurt asked with a wide grin, turning his attention to you as Jean started talking to Scott.
“pft,” you puffed your cheeks out playfully and sat your camera down, saving the Polaroid carefully. “Yeah, I did. you’re just so beautiful, I needed it.” The picture usually ends up in your scrap book.(You’ve kept a few for yourself).
Who needs to be touching their significant other at all possible moments?
It’s not a need, but more of a preference. Kurt likes to have his hand, or even his tail, on you at all times. It makes him feel more grounded, and he simply enjoys your company and being near him.
You also prefer to be touching him, whether it’s holding hands, your fingers tracing his sharp features as he reads a book, his head in your lap, or if it’s late night cuddles when he’s having trouble sleeping.
Who asks strange questions late at night when they can’t sleep?
Kurt tends to. But, they’re not stranger than fiction. Usually, they’re questions about American Culture he thinks of. He tends to stay awake longer than you, due to the time difference that he isn’t quite used to yet.
The most recent question was, “what’s the difference between Coca Cola and Pepsi?”
And you explained it, unsure if he understood, and it ended with, “You have to try both. It’s hard to explain what’s so different about them. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to get a Coke and Pepsi, and I’ll let you decide.”
Which one is really excited to put up the Holiday decoration, and which one is dreading it?
You’re both even on the Holiday Decorations, though, admittedly, Kurt really enjoys it. (Though, maybe it’s just the upscale view he gets as you climb onto a stepping stool to put decorations on the tree at Xavier’s.)
“Stop staring at (Name)’s ass.” Scott murmured, crossing his arms as Jean shot him a smile from across the room. Kurt felt the heat on his face, and he was thankful Scott couldn’t see it. Looking down at the tangled Christmas lights in his hands, Scott continued talking as Kurt tried to untangle then, “Or at least, make it less noticeable. Sneak glances.”
Lots of Eggnog. He likes it. Gives himself tummy aches becuase he drinks 1) too fast. 2)Too much at one time.
Matching HOLIDAY SWEATERS.
Who spends more money on (Useless) things?
Kurt tends to spend money a lot more than you, but he’s got logical reasoning behind it. He never had anything to call his in the Circus, and now with the freedom he has, he buys things that he likes and enjoys; things that he can call his own.
They’re usually little knick knacks that sit in his room, on the shelf and he admires them every day with a smile. Each of them hold sentimental value, though.
Because of this habit, if you’re out shopping alone, or with your friends, and see something he’d like, you’d buy it to surprise him.
Who likes to cuddle more? (Who’s the little spoon? What positions?)
Kurt absolutely loves to cuddle, and will find the strongest source of heat(Yourself) while in bed. A lot of the time, you end up being the little spoon, his arms and legs securing around you and pulling you closer, his tail occasionally rounding to rub up and down on your legs.
Another favored position is Kurt laying on his back, and you laying half on his chest, and half on the bed. Tail rubs up and down your back, or your arms in this position.
Another one that happens is Kurt laying half on you, half on the bed. Tends to happen if he passes out while reading or talking to you, and you love to run your fingers through his thick hair when this happens. It(sometimes) makes him purr.
Who cooks the best? (best meal? Who burns everything they cook?)
You’re the better cook out of the two of you, and Kurt has surely learned to stay out of the kitchen after you almost chopped one of his fingers off when he was trying to help you.
Best meal by far was Mac ‘N Cheese, something you actually introduced Kurt to. He loves it, and he’s absolutely convinced yours is the best on the planet.
Kurt can cook certain things, but he’s not skilled, and given the chance, he could probably burn the simplest of things.
Who is most likely to sleep in?
Kurt tends to sleep in more than you do, but it takes him longer to fall asleep at night. Once again, has to do with his body adjusting to the time change.
Who is the clean freak?
Kurt wouldn’t consider himself a clean freak, but he is the sort of person who says “There’s a place for everything”, and likes to organize his room a lot. It’s such a mundane thing to like, and he knows that, but he constantly tells you, “I’ve never had this much space to myself, it’s a new experience.”
Long kisses or short kisses?
Kurt thoroughly enjoys long, deep kisses against shorter kisses. He likes the intimacy, he likes to hold you close to him, as if he’s afraid of losing you. Depending on the setting, he’ll wrap his tail around your waist to keep you near him. Has been known to lure you into make-out sessions without that being his intention.
You like this as well, but you aren’t completely opposed to short kisses, and sometimes, prefer those over any other.
You like to pepper kisses onto his face, before peppering them on his lips, so technically, that counts as short kisses.
Who’s the first to apologize after a fight?
Depends on the situation, and what sort of fight you had gotten into. Kurt tries to stray away from arguing, it’s something he heavily dislikes. He’ll apologize when he feels it’s needed. But, knowing you and how stubborn you can be, it usually ends with you in tears, your head pressed into his chest as you mumble, “I’m sorry… It was my fault, you shouldn’t have to a-apologize…”
Who is the flirt? (And who is the romantic?)
Kurt can be rather flirty, without realizing right away that he’s being flirtatious. It may be the tone in his voice, the way he looks at you when he says something, or how his hand trails from your fingers to hook around your waist in a suggestive manner. His flirty side will manifest itself the more comfortable he grows around you.
He’s more romantic, than he is flirty. Whether it’s reading his favorite book out loud to you, spontaneous dates where he refuses to tell you where he’s taking you, laying in bed beside each other and talking about a (possible)future with one another. He would pick being romantic over being flirty anyday.
You, on the other hand, are a flirt. It gets Kurt flustered, and you think it’s undoubtedly cute. Winking at him from across the room, letting your hand rest on his thigh and rubbing slowly, cheesy one-liners.
Who comforts who more often?
Kurt comforts you more often.
“Hey,” Kurt whispered, looking down at you with a careful glance as tears fell from your eyes, “What’s wrong?” Defense mode kicked in heavily as he touched your shoulders, pulling you in for a tight hug. You said nothing though, and merely melted against him, your fingers grasping his shoulderblades as you hugged him tightly. “Oh…” He swallowed, petting your hair ever so gently, “You don’t need to tell me…” His accent was thick in your mind, tears still falling from your eyes. They were sinking into his shirt, and he could feel kisses of wetness on his skin as you sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, “Shhh… Mein engel… Shhh…” Kurt craned his head down, capturing your lips for a second before kissing your nose, and then your forehead, “Let it out…”
Who is the most protective over the other?
Kurt is definitely more protective over you. Nothing over the top, and he tries to contain it best he can, but he does find himself worrying when you tell him you’d be back by 10, and you don’t come home until 11. He jokes around with your friends a lot, saying things like, “Don’t bring her back injured, I don’t know what I’d do.” But he does.
He’d get mad.
Who kills spiders?
Kurt does, despite not liking spiders all that much. He does it for you though, because he is aware you are deathly afraid of them.
Who wants kids more?
That’s a tricky question, considering you both want children someday. It’s a subject that came up while you and he talked about marriage, and from the gist of the conversation, you figured you both wanted kids, but wanted them later in life, perhaps in your late 20’s, early 30’s, and after you’re married.
How many kids?
One or two would be ideal, but neither of you would complain with more than that.
Who proposed? (How did they do it?)
You’re in your twenties, maybe, your early twenties, and have been with Kurt for years. Of course, you had gotten into fights with one another, but you resolved them because you truly did love one another. You two have already experienced so much with one another. So many X-Men missions, so many nights where you worried it’d be his last, and he wouldn’t come home to you. So many evening when he lays in bed beside you and reads from his Bible, because the sound of his voice relaxes you. So many memories of Kurt looking at you with adoration in his eyes.You’re walking around a lake that’s near your house, just finishing a conversation about whether or not Scott and Jean were going to have kids.
“They’ll have them,” Kurt said, his tail around your waist as you walked beside him. “But, maybe, we’ll have them sooner.”
Heat hit your cheeks like a wave at his words, “I thought you wanted to be married before that happens.”
“I do.” Kurt smiled bashfully, looking down at his pacing feet. He stopped walking suddenly, his tail unraveling from your waist to grab at your arm, getting you to stop walking as well. “I do.” He repeated a bit louder this time.
“Kurt, what’re you-”
The blue mutant in front of you dropped down onto one knee, locking his eyes with you intensely once he did that. Grasping your hand with both hands, Kurt pressed a warm kiss to your knuckles, “I love you so much… Even… Even more than I love myself…” He swallowed, his eyes shutting for a moment, his eyelashes tickling at his cheeks as he did so. Your expression was one of shock and surprise, or at least, Kurt thought so from spending so many nights studying your face and how it moved. That was something he enjoyed doing, for he thought you were absolutely the most beautiful person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
And he was so happy, and thankful, that he had met you. “I couldn’t imagine my life, where I would be right now, if I didn’t have you holding my hand through all of it,” Kurt paused, letting his words sink into your skin as the sun began setting slightly due west. He kissed your knuckles again, nerves finally kicking in, “I never imagined that I’d find the person I want to spend the rest of my life with at such a young age, but some of us are lucky, I suppose.”
You laughed, covering your mouth with your free hand as tears built up behind your eyes. “This is cliche, isn’t it? Taking you on a date, and the proposing during the sunset? I thought I’d be more original, but I know you like this sort of romantic thing.”
Nodding quickly, another chuckle left your mouth as you muttered from behind your hand, ‘yeah, I do.’
Giving you a charming smile, Kurt drew a deep breath in, and looked up into your eyes once again. “I truly believed for the longest time that I didn’t deserve love, especially from someone like you. But… God works in mysterious ways, and one of those mysteries, I suppose, is the reasoning behind why… he sent me such an angel.” Kurt shuddered out air, his shoulders loosening as he reached into the pocket of his jacket. The velvet box felt smooth against his touch as he lifted it. “Mein engel…Make me the happiest man on the Earth and… Marry me?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY TO MY DEARR WAIFU NAMIE-!! Thank you for another superrrr fun year together!/// To celebrate this special day of someone who i love very much and is very dear to me, makes me really happy╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Have tons of fun, cake, rest and namahone today-!! I can’t wait till our next date (we need to rly soooon) & I especially can’t wait to see you in a few months time////ITS SOONNN.
“i’m going to the grocery store, anything you need?” you shout at y/b/f/n.
“marshmallows?” y/b/f/n shouts back, “i want hot chocolate tonight!”
“okay!” you shout back, “you owe me!”
you hear y/b/f/n make a pft noise as you laugh, “i’ll be back!”
you walk your way to the grocery store, since it’s not that far. you were too concentrated on your phone on an app you were using, and it caused you to bump on a pretty strong shoulder.
“are you okay, miss?” the boy says nicely, helping you stand straight.
“i’m oka-” you look up. “jesus, is that you jungkook?”
you were so close to running away, he just reminded you of hoseok.
“yeah.” he laughed, “noona, how have yo-”
“congratulations on your fifth win yesterday.” you cut him off.
“thanks.. i uh…will you ever come back?” jungkook said, “noona, i miss your company. your phone number’s still the same, right?”
aish, so many questions at once, jeon. you thought.
“yeah, my phone number’s still the same.” you avoided his second question.
“noona, you didn’t hear me.” jungkook said, “are you coming back? we all miss you-”
“hey, jungkook, c’mo-”
fuck! i’m screwed. who said that this can happen?! you shout mentally. damn, i jinxed it real bad.
that voice was so familiar. more enthusiastic than two years ago.
he looked completely different, he had contact lenses and dyed hair, both the exact same colours he wore at the awards yesterday.
this is such wrong timing. you thought. help me lord, help me.. have fucking mercy on me, oh god i am so dead. dammit!
“hi hoseok.” you wave shyly before cringing at your action.
jungkook stared at you two.
it was dead silent.
“i’m heading to the grocery store right now.” you say, “sorry to say but i have to go now.”
you walk past hoseok and jungkook before a strong hand grips on your wrist.
“hoseok, let go of me.” you whimpered, the grip brings you so much flashbacks.
“let go of me!” you shout as hoseok, “you’re drunk.. please… stop hurting me.”
“if you stop being a bitch maybe i’ll let go.”
you take a deep breath.
“y/n? can we at least talk it out?” hoseok managed to choke out. he was so nervous. his hand was still holding your wrist.
“hoseok, i really have to go.” you say, once again avoiding his question. “i don’t want to talk it out.”
“it’s been two years,” hoseok said.
“i’ve moved on.” you lie, just to avoid him.
“no, stop lying.” hoseok said. “i know you’re completely lying. i just.. want to know if you still love me.”
truth is, you missed him. it was life changing, your relationship to marriage to divorce. it was all so much.
jungkook stood there silent, just eyeing the scene like a stranger. you completely forgot he was there.
you shook your wrist out of hoseok’s grip.
“i have to go.” you say to hoseok before speed walking to find the grocery store.
“hoseok, you okay?” jin asked as he put popcorn in his mouth.
“yep.” hoseok said.
“jungkook saw me you told y/n today..” jin said.
“yep.” hoseok repeats. “hyung… she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. i can tell.”
“hey, calm down.” jin said, “i’m sure she wants to. maybe give her som-”
“it’s been two years.”
“r-right..” jin sighed, “y/n’s probably not ready, just give her time to think.”
“again, it’s been two years.” hoseok said.
hoseok got his phone out and decided to send you a text. he knew you had the same number but a different phone.
i know that you don’t want to hear from me, but i really want to talk.. maybe we could sort things out. i miss you. let me know where and when we can.
you moved your planner out of the way and put your pen down, grabbing your phone from the side.
i know that you don’t want to hear from me, but i really want to talk.. maybe we could sort things out. i miss you. let me know where and when we can.
you furrow your eyebrows.
as much as you wanted to say you do want to meet him, you just didn’t want your heart to break. he was your first boyfriend actually, and you weren’t really convinced to trust him again.
i would like to meet, maybe tomorrow at 12 and we can talk things out, but i’ll text you back if i don’t want to..
hoseok’s eyes light up at your text.
“she does want to meet.” he says to jin.
“oh, that’s good.” jin smiles at him, “i’m glad you’re going to sort it out.”
hey y/n, i guess i’ll see you then. we’ll meet at the coffee shop near town. i’ve got a lot to say.
“want to go to the mall today? i kinda wanna do shopping, and i haven’t had my bubble tea.” y/b/f/n sheepishly says.
“i’m… actually meeting with hoseok today.” you say, grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
“woah, since when?! you didn’t tell me anything!”
“you were sleeping for half of the day.” you roll your eyes as y/b/f/n blushed, “i got your marshmallows by the way.”
her eyes twinkle. “you really did?!”
“no i didn’t.” you say sarcastically. “anyways, i bumped into jungkook yesterday while walking to the grocery store and i ended up seeing hoseok. fuck, i was so screwed i didn’t know what to do.”
“hey, it’s fine. jesus, two years is long time…” y/b/f/n mutters.
“i’ll help you get ready!” she wiggles your eyebrows.
“we’re not meeting until 12.” you roll your eyes.
“well, after breakfast go shower and i’ll help you.”
“it’s not like i’m going on a fancy ass date.” you say, “why don’t you go see hoseok then?”
you pour the boiling water into your mug.
“aish, y/n, i meant clothes. you’re always sitting down for two hours tryna decide an outfit.” she was right.
“i guess you’re right.” you laugh.
you and y/b/f/n talked for a bit, you got into the shower and obviously did all your bathroom stuff that wakes you up in the morning.
you put on comfy clothes, since it was a little early.
“yo, let me help you!” y/b/f/n squealed as she heads to your closet, throwing random things on the bed.
“formal casual?” she asks as you nod.
“just casual.. something that makes me look like i put effort. it’s not that important.”
“yet you said you want to wear something that makes it look like you put in effort,” y/b/f/n snickered as you pinch her lightly.
“hey, ow!” y/b/f/n groaned, rubbing the spot. “ah, why not?”
she smiled as she handed you leggings.
“comfy, if i pick out jeans you moan and groan all the time.”
“why not… they’re the love of my life anyways.” you smile at the pair of leggings.
“you’re so weird.” y/b/f/n shook her head, “and this. i am off now!”
she threw you a grey long sleeve. you began to put your outfit together and you paired your outfit with ankle boots and a jacket, it was cold.
“hey y/b/f/n, i’ll be off now, see you!”
you grabbed the apartment key and your bag before finding the café around the corner.
from the window, you saw hoseok sipping his coffee, staring at the street.
it looked like an instagram worthy picture, and you couldn’t deny that it made hoseok look like he’s boyfriend material.
you quickly walked in and ordered your usual coffee, the smell of coffee just filled your nose. it was all you could smell.
you waited for a few minutes before your order came, you took the cup and plate and found hoseok.
“you made it.” hoseok smiled, “i thought you didn’t.”
something you hadn’t seen in a long time, actually.
“yeah… i did.” you said awkwardly before clearing your throat, trying to avoid eye contact with hoseok.
“i wanted to say sorry.”
sorry? that’s it? you thought.
“you’ve said sorry a handful of times, hoseok.” you said, “it doesn’t fix it, especially what our relationship was like a couple of months before we divorced.”
you still kept your ring in the back pocket of your bag, it was right in the bottom where no one could see it.
hoseok bit his lip.
our relationship was.
you seemed to have emphasised was, the word stuck on hoseok’s mind.
“i know i caused the divorce, i’m sorry.” hoseok looked down, gripping his coffee cup tighter. “i admit. i was a dick to you. marriage changed my life so much, and when you said divorce, i knew it was because of me. i never had my time for you, i admit that i acted like you were invisible. i admit everything you said, everything. i always wanted to turn back time.”
he continued, “i’m truly sorry, i really want to start fresh, hopefully again get married and i promise nothing will cause us to divorce, no matter what you say.”
5 years. of your relationship.
“hoseok.. we lasted five years. i’m sorry but i don’t think we can last longer th-”
“i’ve changed, y/n. i have. you mean to so much to me, and i can prove it.” he leaned over to squeeze your hand.
you felt hot by his actions, you wanted to trust him again but the past really had an affect on you. would he ever be like that again?
“w-would you ever be like that again to me?” you whisper, “hoseok, i am scared to fall in love again.”
“you’re safe with me.” hoseok smiled, “i promise nothing will happen between us again.”
you quickly take off his hand from yours.
“i need a little time hoseok.” you say, grabbing your coffee cup. hoseok nodded disappointedly.
“y/b/f/n’s calling me, i uh, have to go.”
you ran out of the cafe, leaving hoseok to sigh in disappoint.
Hey, have you seen the post where they talked about Jax and Bianca becoming canon? It was because of images pulled from the Backstage YouTube account. It showed pics of Jax and Bianca sharing glances and the hand holding thing in the intro. Thoughts?
Seriously? jax and Bianca? They are literally the same person. I mean, now that you say it, it does make sense (that they planned it) but, why? They’re not at all good together. I thought it would be Jax and Kit. Like, since episode one they made the two interact. Either way, what? Bianca? Jax? What were they thinking? “Oh, we need Bianca to date someone….hmm, oh let’s put the two arrogant, hot headed, emotionally weld up teens together!”
Pft, That’s a mess waiting to happen. They’re not compatible at all. Like, I can accept Jax and Kit (though, i will always believe Jiles are dating…) but Bianca and Jax? Bianca may be my favorite and I do love Jax, but together – no no no.
Sigh, this show is messed up. Can Jax and Miles just date? C'mon.
All of y'all with your weird B.A.P... I remember in my B.A.P, I was baking a cheesecake to Daehyun, because I guess I wanted to confess to him or smth (?), and just as I was going to give the cheesecake to him, I dropped it on his probably really expensive shoes. And then I woke up.
pfT me trying to confess to my crush i relate to your dream self