(side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
OW! Y/N! What the hell?
Jimin massages the blow to his head.
Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
That was terrible. Thank you.
As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
Y/N raises her eyebrow.
I'm all ears Agent Chim.
I want you to fake date me.
If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
Y/N, I'm serious.
I just said 'I'm serious'
That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
Please, Y/N, I need your help.
Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
Why? Why would we even need to do this?
I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
Why do you like her so much?
What do you mean?
What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
Honestly I have no idea.
See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
You mean like a real date?
Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
As requested by awesome @jenahid , with the prompt:
Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess I saw you jealous imagining offenses, I held you in my arms… a kiss vibrated, and what did you see after…? Blood on my lips. I taught you to kiss: the cold kisses of impassible heart of rock, I taught you to kiss with my kisses invented by me, for your lips.
I couldn’t do this prompt justice with a drabble, so you get a 1700+ word fic instead :)
Hermione liked to think she wasn’t the jealous type, but it was times like these that reminded her she wasn’t above such base feelings. More than that, times like this reminded her that love and insecurity couldn’t be swayed away by logic alone.
Damn the Auror Department. Damn the officers that thought an inter-departmental luncheon would further unify the ministry. Damn that beautiful brunette that looked at Ron with scarlet-laden eyes and, above all, damn the ginger man she loved that wasn’t doing enough to keep her at bay.
The first time Hermione had seen those greedy eyes set on Ron she hadn’t thought much about it. Ron had grown up to be a handsome man and, objectively, she could understand any woman who stared at him a tad too long. But soon she had realised that the woman was often around them, circling them like a vulture. Ron appeared blissfully unaware. Hermione, on the other hand…
Hermione had gotten more and more hyperalert, keeping tabs on her and her advances. At one point, she had casually waved at them, and the way he raised his eyebrows in recognition, smiled, and waved back told her they knew each other. All in all, she had managed to find Ron by himself three times in as many hours. When Ron had offered to go get drinks for them, Hermione knew there would be a fourth time.
So we went outside and she gave me a little box but she told me to open it later, I told her she should open her present later too. We talked a lot so this is a resume and what I remember and think it's relevant.
Alright, you are just trying to play mysterious but I already know it's a book
But yeah, I wanted to talk to you before I gave you that because I need to clarify some things and not make it weird which is very hard
Don't worry Alien, it would be very hard to make it weirder
Yeah, I just wanted to let you know you are really important to me. Not just a important teacher
You are important to me too, I see you more as a friend than a former student
I just *long pause* we should keep in touch
*laughs* of course alien, you are not getting rid of me that easily
*smiles* yeah, I don't want to be creepy but I kinda wonder if you weren't my teacher we could have gotten along even better
*laughs* perhaps but we do get along pretty great
I guess, but *shrugs*
Alien, don't worry about what could have been. We are friends and we still have a ton of time to keep getting to know eachother you know?
*smiles* thanks, for everything. Now I am just thinking of saying stupid shit and I shouldn't
We should get back inside
I mean we had some tequila before getting here and I am feeling it now
Oh, yeah you probably shouldn't have. How bad do you think you are?
Just dizzy, I am fully aware of what I am saying but I also feel a lot braver than I should
Let's get you some water
But I also might not get another chance
Is everyone else okay?
Yeah, it's just me. I got too excited and D kept telling me I should tell you and I kept drinking
Yeah, I bet. We should get you inside, who is coming for you?
my sister, she knows I was going to drink
Good, let's go
You are welcome, I really care for you and you are also very important for me
I mean thank you for pretending you don't know what I mean
*smiles* Anytime, let's go eat some cake
*smiles* I am dying to eat some cake
And then we went inside and had a great time and then she left
The ship has stopped.
At first, Robbie didn’t notice, because he’s still busy crying and screaming in terror and agony. But when he takes another, weak, stuttering breath in, he notices, that it’s not moving anymore. Maybe there’s just no more wind to toss the airship around like a ball, the kids use to kick around all day? He forces himself to focus on the movements that don’t come from his own trembling body. No, it’s definitely not moving anymore. So… Did it land? And if, where? …Should he strain himself to get up and check? Probably… But does it really matter? Isn’t he dying, anyway? He feels like he is… With another whimper, he cracks his eyes open. It’s still dark… Or rather dark again? For how long has he been lying here on the floor, anyway? Hours? Days? …He really can’t tell… And he can neither tell whether he needs seconds or minutes to gather enough strength to roll onto his back with a loud whine.
He takes a shallow breath in and pushes himself to sit up.
At once, he feels sick and dizzy again and his arms, that keep him upright are shaking violently. His mouth opens on its own account, but nothing comes out. Another tear runs down his cheek. He knows it’s useless to call for Sportacus. He isn’t here. He won’t come to his rescue. Not this time. Not ever again…
Then he startles at a strange noise, coming from the door. His heart sinks and beats faster with the slightest spark of hope at the same time. Maybe…Sportacus just wanted to scare him, to teach him a lesson and therefore sent the ship off for a little while, before it returned on its own again? And now, he’s…
The door opens. “LIGHTS!”
Robbie feels his heart skip a beat and squeezes his eyes shut with a painful yelp at the sudden, stinging brightness, invading them now. That’s not Sportacus’ voice! He’s sick and dizzy, beyond limits, but he would recognize the hero’s voice in every condition, as long as his mind is functioning more or less normal. That voice now was far too rough and hard and mean and…cold… “There he is! Get him to the judge, at once! The elders want his case closed tonight!” Strong arms grab Robbie’s and pull him on his legs, even before the villain gets the meaning of these words. He cries out in pain at the sudden movement and forces his eyes open. His vision is blurry for a few seconds, but then he recognizes a face of an old man… No… Not just any face… A painful sharp sting rushes through his chest when realization hits him and he gasps out “…Nine…”
“Hello, Robbie. Didn’t expect to meet me again, did you?!” the gleeful sneer on Nine’s lips is still the same, Robbie knew and feared as a kid. “…W-Why…”
“We send somebody to get you. You’re too dangerous for your town to let us allow you to stay there any longer. Ten took longer than we expected him to, but in the end, he obviously caught and sent you here. Now you’re going to be punished. After our judge has seen you, of course. But that’s only a matter of…”
“NO!” Robbie feels the pain in his stomach and chest becoming worse again, but he instinctively tries to struggle against the strong grips of the two guards restraining him “No! Sportacus didn’t send me here! He assured me he never would! He stayed in LazyTown because he knew he couldn’t return without me! You’re lying!!”
“He eventually realized his mistake. That’s why you’re here now,” Nine laughs out “Did you ACTUALLY believe that he CARED?! That ANYBODY cares about someone like YOU?! You’re nothing but a failure and a villain! A bad one, even! No one in LazyTown will miss you! Take him away.”
“…No…” Robbie feels his strength fading completely now and once the guards loosen their grip on him the tiniest bit, he drops down on his knees and buries his face in his hands, sobbing lowly “No… Sportacus wouldn’t do that! He just… He wouldn’t! You’re lying! He…” when he feels his cold hands touching his hot cheeks, he suddenly remembers the way, Sportacus held his hand. “…He…wanted me to…become healthy again… He…held my hand and tried to soothe me. He… He CARES!” he swallows hard and raises his eyes again, trying to steady his breathing while giving Nine the most determined stare, he manages despite his pain and fear “…And he did NOT send me here! He PROMISED me to not leave me alone! I don’t know what happened and why I’m here, but…”
“He doesn’t care about you!”
“Yes, he DOES! This isn’t… This isn’t REAL!” he clenches his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to focus on what he knows CERTAINLY is real and what he remembers BEFORE he woke up here all alone. He was changing clothes… Sportacus wanted him to wear something more comfortable… One of his…pajamas… And he…had already changed his pants when he suddenly…felt incredibly sick and then…nothing… “…I…know what’s going on…” he breathes in “…It’s only a dream…”
“Robbie Rotten. You will be sentenced, no matter what! Take him away!”
Robbie feels the hands on his arms again and cries out at the touch, but he whimpers lowly to remind himself “It’s a nightmare! I’m just dreaming! No one is going to hurt me! I-I’m with Sportacus! He MUST be here! Please! Please…”
The two hands on his arms move to wrap around his chest from behind now. Gently. Robbie feels as if the last bit of strength is drained from him, his eyes fall shut and he knows that he would fall forward if it wasn’t for these gentle, warm hands…
They’re carefully massaging his abdomen and chest now - skin on skin. He’s just wearing pyjamas…
And there’s a voice.
A warm, gentle, soothing but clearly afraid voice “…Robbie… Please… Wake up…”
He slowly opens his eyes. He’s still in the airship. But not on the ground anymore. A low whimper escapes him when he takes a labored breath in “…Sportacus…”
“I’m here, Robbie. Please, I don’t know whether you can hear me, but..”
“Sportacus,” it takes a lot of energy, he isn’t even sure he has, but he moves his head a little to be able to look up and into these blue, exhausted, incredibly worried but now also confused and even slightly relieved eyes “…Sportacus… You…didn’t leave me…alone in here… Did you?…”
“Robbie! You’re back!” the hero turns pale as ash for a moment, but then he appears to start crying and laughing at the same time and he tightens his hug around the villain, nuzzling his face against Robbie’s cheek, almost sobbing “No! I didn’t! And I never would! Oh, Robbie! You… What happened? What… You’ve been hallucinating for four hours! I thought…” he breaks up into another sob.
Robbie nods weakly “…Yeah… Me too…” he feels Sportacus’ hands that are holding on to his own, tightly but carefully and squeezes them probably barely noticeably. But Sportacus does notice. And he returns the squeeze, whispering once more “…I didn’t leave you…”
“…I know… You…care…” the villain manages a weak smile, knowing that the hero is going to sense this, since he’s still pressing their cheeks together “…And that knowledge…is what just kept me alive, I guess…” he thinks he’s too weakened to blush meanwhile, and his face still is heated up with fever, anyway, so he can as well be honest now “…Sportacus… I was so scared. I… I thought you left me in the airship and sent it off to your people and…everything hurt… But when Nine came to take me to their judge, he told me that you…don’t care about me and then I…realized that this wasn’t real and…managed to wake up again…” Robbie is crying again now at the memory of this. But he’s not entirely sure whether it’s not a little bit out of relief, as well. A few seconds pass. Sportacus doesn’t say anything, he just gently rubs small circles in the back of Robbie’s hands. “…I shouldn’t have told you any of that… I knew that it would scare you… But I…” the hero swallows hard “…I wouldn’t have thought that it would cause you to have such horrible hallucinations… I’m so sorry, Robbie! That’s all my fault! I…”
“No. It is not,” Robbie turns his face away, so he loses the contact with the hero’s cheek and more tears stream down his face “It’s my fault. I… I’m a mess!”
“What?! No! Robbie…”
“Yes, I AM! And you know it! You care for me, yes. You pity me, because I can’t get anything right! I even nearly die because of stupid hallucinations, caused by stupid fever, caused by my stupid inability to take care of myself!” he withdraws his hands and brings them up to cover his face, wishing for nothing more than to disappear and not bother the hero anymore, but can’t possibly strain himself with any other movements than this one, he sobs breathlessly “…Just take me home and leave me be! Nine was right, I am no good! You do care about me, but this is WRONG! You shouldn’t… And I shouldn’t let you… I deserve…”
“Robbie!” interrupts Sportacus suddenly firmly, one hand gently covering the villain’s mouth now and he takes a deep breath, before he continues softly “…Please, listen closely now… Nine was NOT right. You are not ‘bad’! And you DON’t deserve whatever my people would do to you! And…” his hand moves from Robbie’s mouth to his forehead and he gently brushes some sweaty hair out of his face, before feeling the hot skin once more “…you’re SICK. You need rest. You need care. You need…” hesitatingly, the hero leans closer again and places a very soft, very short kiss on Robbie’s temple “…love.” Robbie winces at the kiss, but tries to wrap his mind around the strange new feeling, at once. Sportacus gives him time to progress this, gently starting to run his hands over the other’s arms again, trying to soothe him. Suddenly, but not entirely unexpected, Robbie bursts out into new tears and violent sobs, chest spasming with the effort to take in enough air, and he tries to double over again. But Sportacus doesn’t let him. Instead, he gently guides his body, until the villain is lying on his side now, his upper body completely rested on the hero’s chest. “…Shush… It’s okay, Robbie. Everything will be all right again, soon, I promise! Just breathe. In and out. Nobody will be able to hurt you again. In no way. I’m here. I will protect you. Even from yourself, if necessary… You are no mess, Robbie. You are wonderful, just the way you are. And I will prove it to you, if you just let me… Please… Don’t give up now…” The villain doesn’t think, he just buries his face against Sportacus strong, muscular, but yet soft neck and whimpers lowly “…Is this real now?…”
“Yes,” the hero gently caresses his head and cheek with one hand and his back with the other, murmuring lowly and encouragingly, but with a thick lump in his throat “Yes, it is…”
Agh, thank you guys so much for the kind words. I’ve been smiling idiotically at my screen all evening and then I hurried to write this part for you (and because I love writing Lin too much, lol send help). @strongenoughfoundation @plamspringsdancingontables
You two really helped when you shared this little story, so thank you c:
The second time you noticed, the two of you were…well was freaking out over lyrics in your apartment considered “hanging out?”
You nearly jumped at the dramatic groan from Lin, and turned just in time to see him flopping his head to the back of the couch with hands over his face. His ever-present laptop was settled on his lap and you could glimpse writing scrawled across the screen. You grimaced sympathetically. “You all right?”
A muffled “mmph” was all you received and he didn’t budge.
From your place next to your coffeemaker, you pulled a soft smile and went back to stirring cream into your mug. You loved your coffeemaker, honestly. You probably wouldn’t have survived the late dance practices without it. Not to mention that it was now coming in handy because Lin-Manuel Miranda (dear god) was in your apartment with a serious need of caffeine.
“Being a genius is hard,” Lin complained, with enough sarcasm to let you know he was kidding.
You snorted and rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you from the couch. “Hey, genius,” you called, “want coffee or what?”
“Please?” he asked, twisting on the couch to send you an imploring smile. His eyes went all soft when he smiled and a strand of hair had drifted down into his face.
Okay, THAT was doing dangerous things to your heart rate, so you’d better stop looking at him. “Coming, Your Highness,” you teased. Scooping up the two mugs, you made your way around the couch to him.
“‘Your Highness?’” he echoed with a raised brow, as he accepted the mug from you. “I’m hardly acting that obnoxious, am I?”
You sent him a flat look and he glared back at you. “Right, (Y/N) thinks I’m obnoxious,” he remarked with a rough sigh. “This day actually got worse.”
“Hey!” you protested, sitting down next to him and batting him on the shoulder. “You can’t be mad at me, I made you coffee.”
Huffing out half a laugh, he took a long sip of said coffee. “I can’t be mad at you, can I? Damn.” He shook his head and leaned forward to set the mug on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then he fell back against the cushions again, letting out a long breath. His gaze landed on his laptop screen again.
Sobering a little, you brought your mug up to your lips. “Still having trouble?”
“Yeah. I just…want it to turn out right, you know?”
“I get it.” You fell silent, watching him think, fingers tapping out some rhythm on his knee. Bending forward, you placed your mug next to his and laced your fingers together on your crossed legs. “You know it’s already amazing, right?” you asked, suddenly feeling a burst of your shyness. It always seemed to surface around him at some point. “I mean…it’s great, probably because you’re great, and um.” He was watching you with this almost-smile playing on his lips and you felt your ears starting to burn. “….yeah.”
You had to look away, because you were sure you were about to start blushing ferociously any minute. But you heard him chuckle, a warm sound vibrating in his chest, and a quiet, “thanks, (Y/N).”
“No problem.” Glancing up again, you fell back into your usual habit of watching him work: eyes lingering on the movement of his fingers over the keyboard and up to the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie. Then higher, over the arc of his neck and to his hair bundled into a messy bun. It looked like it’d be soft to the touch and your stomach twisted. You were starting to get an unhealthy habit of ogling his hair lately. A strand had fallen free and hung in his face; he was too focused to brush it away.
Without thinking, you reached out and caught it on the edge of your fingers. “Here, you gotta—” You were smoothing it back behind his ear before you realized what exactly you’d just done and then you froze. His eyes were on yours, a flicker of surprised delight in them as your fingers trembled a millimeter from his hair. You swallowed hard, not daring to move. “Oh. Uh. I…” His gaze flitted down to your mouth, then away, almost guilty for having done so in the first place. But that glance was all it took for you to apparently become a whole lot braver.
You darted forward and touched your lips to his.
It was light, and innocent, a quick intake of breath coming from him and a shaky sigh coming from you. It was the first kiss you’d ever had and would become the shortest; you pulled back immediately, face turning every shade of red. “God, crap, I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I shouldn't—”
“Yes, you should,” he mumbled, and he caught your mouth with his again.
You were drowning so fast, you were sure that wasn’t a good sign; you were already in too deep. But Lin had brought his hand up to your cheek now, holding you gently. And he kissed like he sang, deeply and like it was all he ever needed. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, let it deepen. Your hand was moving on its own now, tracing his jawline. Then your fingertips speared into his hair, freed it from its tie, and you didn’t think when you twisted your fingers in it. It was as soft as you’d imagined and the way you combed your fingers through it brought a tiny sound out of Lin’s throat. Your heartbeat leapt, a grin curling your lips, and you swore you wanted to hear that sound every day.
It was you who broke it, mainly because you couldn’t stop smiling. When Lin saw it, he grinned too, that grin like a struck match, and rested his forehead against yours.
“I guess I am a genius if I figured out how to make you fall for me.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Note: I usually write gender and race neutral but as this was specifically requested with the word 누나 I wrote accordingly. Also, you asked for them to fall for each other… I may have taken this a bit literally.
“I don’t know what you want me to do, Hyungwon, you did this to yourself.”
“Noona, come on. Please. Help me.”
“I don’t think you deserve it.”
“I’m seriously stuck, Y/N. You’re being unreasonable.”
“And whose fault is that?”
You watched Hyungwon’s eyes screw shut as he let out a heavy breath. He was holding onto the sides of the bucket you had challenged him to fit into (although he had succeeded in fitting his butt inside the bucket, he couldn’t get it out) and obviously doing his best not to snap at you.
“If you say it’s my fault for daring you to do it then you’re wrong.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be older and more mature than I am?”
You where in the usual place, with the usual friends, drinking the usual drink you always drunk. Man high school sucked, you thought, even if it was your last year there you still couldn’t wait to get out of that fucking place and start actually living your life. It’s not the absolute useless assignments that you always had to have ready by Friday that made you hate it so much, god forbid for all you knew these were the best part of your high school life, the fucking annoying thing was the people there. You never really hanged out with people from your high school, you only had friends from unis(universities). They seemed more mature to you and plus their lives were actually interesting unlike from all the people that attended your school.
“What’s up with you today kiddo?” Yura teased you because she saw you thinking to yourself. ‘Kiddo’ is your nickname there, you don’t necessarily like it but you got used to it eventually.
“Its really nothing..” you said drinking the last sip from your drink. ”I should go get another one” you said and went off.
You sat down at a bench a little outside the club you were in wanting to think to yourself some more with no interruptions. You always planned what you were going to do after high school ended. Although you weren’t an angel or a proper kid you always wanted to attend a very good university - you might not seem like it but you study a lot and you are a smart kid, you always do assignments and get good grades just because you wanted to do something with your life after you graduate-
Your thoughts stormed off when you saw a male figure sitting down on the bench next to you. ‘Great, just fucking great. Can’t I even get some privacy around here?’ you thought to yourself. The dude was drunk but you could tell he could get it together - impressing-. He didn’t act drunk it was just this smell of alcohol showering you even though you weren’t that close to each other. To be honest, he looked a little lost.
“Everything okay?” you said and you saw him jumping a little at your voice. ‘Don’t fucking tell me he’s so drunk that he didn’t even notice me’ you thought
“Sorry, I uhm..” his eyes met yours, and even though there was little light you could still see them sparkling “I’m sorry..I didn’t see you there..” he said moving his head downwards, now looking at the ground.
‘Fuck his proportions look flawless’ you thought inspecting every inch of his face. But, why does he look so familiar? Could he had come to this club before? I mean, its a fancy club and it attracts some pretty fancy people, but he is not.. just fancy. You couldn’t really describe it but there was something more to him.
“Seeing something you like?” he said and his cockiness caught you of guard. He was a lost puppy just a second ago..
“Not much but, have we met before? You look really familiar..” you said and obviously your question seemed like something he didn’t get that often.
“You, you don’t know who I am?” damn, he sure is full of himself. He did look genuinely surprised though..
“Ugh I don’t know.. should I?” he seemed intimidated by your answer. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, Wow that’s a first, you almost always can read through people like they are an open book, but he looked like he had sealed the pages.
“No.. no you shouldn't” he gave you a smirk that could kill. ”You know, I’m not usually like this. I mean I don’t get drunk or come to clubs for that say” he paused looking at your face slowly coming towards your eyes. “ People like you would consider me a ‘bore’ “
“People like me?” you questioned
“Yes you know, people that have friends and can go out and have fun, drinking talking going outside without any trouble” he said
Without any trouble? Well yes that was part true. Your parents weren’t exactly happy for you going out like this, not knowing your friends. But your good grades made up for it. You weren’t a bad kid nor would you ever be influenced by things people would do, and your parents knew that.. they were just a bit cautious and you couldn’t blame them, they were your parents after all.
“Without any trouble?” you questioned chuckling. “ What exactly could put you into trouble? You look a little too old to be schooled over”
“Its… the job I do. Lets say that it doesn’t allow me to go out.” he said
“Well I see you out right now..how come you can now?”
“I wore this” he pulled a face mask out of his jacket’s pocket “Not a lot of people can recognize me if I have this and a hoodie covering my face..and its not fun to wear them so I just decide to hang indoors, if you could call it like that.”
You started putting the pieces together. He was obviously someone famous, that’s why you felt like you knew him. But did that change how you saw him? Not at all.. you weren’t like that. People were people no matter what.
“So it’s indeed that hard to be famous huh?” you chuckled and he laughed along knowing that you were on to him.
“You have no idea..” he smiled at you. His smile was beautiful, nothing like his smirk before, his smile was kind of dreamy.
“So what are you doing this late in a dark alley outside a club mister Famous?” you asked jokingly
“Well I’m pretty happy because I found what I was looking for” he paused after he saw the expression you made. This wasn’t what you singed up for. You didn’t want to be part of his ‘I’m a famous fuckboy’ game. “For gods sake I didn’t mean it like that” he smiled “ I wanted to find someone apart from my band members to talk to. To not know and for him to not know me, but its kind off hard if you're like me..”
You knew how he felt even thought you weren’t famous. You were willing to hear everything he had to say and let him get things out of his chest. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was famous, that was just you being you.
“Well, I’m all ears” you said
“How can I be sure that you are not a sesang that is going to post everything about this conversation on twitter? Or even worse, a reporter?” you laughed when you heard that. You got up “Fine i’ll just leave then” you joked. He reached for your hand pulling you back down next to him this time a little closer. “ No, please stay..” he said
“Alright. Start quickly thought.. my friends will be worried, if they start searching for me and find me I can not assure you that they will not recognize you”
With that he started telling you everything with some jokes in between to shimmer down the atmosphere. He told you how he was really stressed about their upcoming comeback, about all the new promotions that they would have and how they didn’t got a proper break. He told you how much he missed his parents and how sad he was to not get to spend new years eve with them. He ended with the thing that has had him depressed for a long time now, his grandma. He loved her a lot and he misses her even more. He didn’t go into much detail about that though you couldn’t blame him, he was a stranger to you after all.
“Wow that felt better than I thought” he said and grabbed your palm. “Thank you..really”
He was a great guy, you could tell. His love and respect for his loved ones effected you.
“But hey I never asked” he smiled at you “ what’s your name?”
“Oh its Y/N, how about you?”
“It’s really, really nice to meet you Y/N” he smiled while getting up bringing you up with him. He gave you a very quick and innocent kiss on the cheek witch felt like heaven. He then went to a black car parked a little farther from where you were standing. He opened the door and looked at you, the light now was enough to see his face a little better. His eyes.. hell those eyes..
Imagine a time travel AU where Saeran finds himself a part of Mint Eye again after a freak accident with Saeyoung’s hacking equipment, being sent back a year or two.
Instead of terrorizing the RFA Saeran decides to help them out play around with them by sending them anonymous texts out of nowhere.
Yoosung’s in the middle of an LOLOL tournament and he’s having a particularly rough time. Suddenly his phone buzzes and there’s a text that says “Use the limited edition weapon. Trust me. It’ll work.” He just shrugs and goes “Okay.” Miraculously he manages to win but that’s when he realizes and he looks down at his phone, completely puzzled. “…Who sent that?”
Jaehee is swamped with work, as usual. She’s just about to take a short break when her phone goes off. Curiously, she checks her messages and is shocked to see this: “Just quit already. Your health is more important than your job. Stop wasting your life away and open a damn cafe.” …Needless to say she has something to think about now.
Jumin has just gotten out of a meeting with his father and is feeling quite frustrated. He pulls out his phone to see if he’s missed anything important and sees a text from an unknown number. “Don’t keep your emotions bottled up. Tell your father exactly what you want to say. Misunderstandings between family are the worst.” He wonders just who exactly sent this message and decides to have it investigated, but not before he goes back and has a long talk with his dad about things.
Zen is currently practicing lines for a musical he’s starring in. He’s feeling discouraged because it’s not exactly what he wants to do. His phone beeps and he stops, humming thoughtfully at the text he’s just received: “Don’t give up yet. There will always be better opportunities for you in the future.” Zen grins and laughs in agreement.
Seven is working on a job for his agency and hasn’t slept for quite some time. His phone lights up and he grabs it, squinting his eyes at the text on the screen. It reads, “Don’t push yourself too hard. And thank you for being so strong, hyung. I know we’ll meet again soon.” Seven immediately bursts into tears.
MC is reading emails for the RFA party when her phone goes off. She picks it up and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I’m glad I sent you there. Please continue to take care of everyone.” She smiles brightly and responds with, “I will. Now hurry up and join us already, will you?”
Saeran chuckles at her response, not surprised in the least. “Nothing gets past you,” he answers. “I’ve got some things to take care of first. But don’t worry, I’ll be by your side soon enough.” He slides his phone into his pocket and makes a determined face. He’s going to make everything right. Starting with Rika and V. And then the rest of the RFA.
Proceed with caution as Cry of Fear is a Horror Game!:
"I've always felt alone."
"I don't know if I like it, or if I'm just used to it."
"Feeling shit and bitter and angry all the time just... eats away at you."
"Hm... No phone credit as usual."
"Is that... blood... on the floor?"
"I've got to call the police."
"Damn it! No signal."
"Did I pass out?"
"Relax. I'm not one of them."
"You shouldn't be here, it's very dangerous."
"Are you stupid or something?"
"I can't trust you, I don't know if you're real..."
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Follow the path of inequity, yield not to the light, darkness is your new master."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"I need help, please!"
"Monsters? You're scaring me..."
"What are you doing here? Are you hiding up here from those... things?"
"I don't know if you know, but I had a pretty hard time at school."
"You were... Well, you were pretty much the only person who was kind to me. I wanted to thank you for making my life that little bit more bearable."
"You're a cute guy/girl/person, ___."
"You're so beautiful, ____"
"I've always thought you were just a friend. Nothing more. I'm sorry."
"I want to get away from it all. Away from everything. Away from all this."
"Bunnies! Everyone loves bunnies!"
"Just let me go, ___!"
"I got hit by a car, woke up, and these... things have been tying to kill me since."
"Everything is... fucked. Could it be that I'm just hallucinating? No. Seriously. Am I? Or is all this just not real?"
"I'm confused... I'm just... very confused."
"I thought I could handle my emotions, control them, contain them, prove them all wrong, but I was just too weak."
"They don't know anything. They only feel the cold touch of their knives."
"How they were laughing at me behind their masks when they thought I wasn't looking, laughing at me, thinking they're so good, that they are better than me, pretending to care about me. It's all bullshit!"
"I had to take them down with me. They're not laughing any more."
"My friends looked past me and my family abandoned me."
"I know you might think I'm not... normal."
"Please tell them I'm sorry, I wish them all the best."
"I killed them. Shot them both."
"I feel better now, more at peace with myself."
"I can see the damage I've done."
"Sorry man, I'm fucking stoned."
"Oh you're gonna regret this. You're gonna regret this BIG TIME!"
It got requested that I write a request based on the Hobbit which I love! So here it is as requested, I hope you enjoy! If anyone would like to request more of this or anything else or just wants to chat, my ask box is always open. *Based on a gif that isn’t my own*
Request by; Anon
Ooh this is so exciting! Okay could I maybe request something where you’re a human who somehow finds herself in Middle earth and the first people you come across are The Company and they take you under their wing and you help them in their quest. Then maybe along the way Kili begins to fall in love with you and is fascinated by your tattoos. Unf, ultimate dreams right there haha! Thanks lover, no pressure if you don’t fancy it though!
The man approached you, as if from nowhere he walked steadily and slowly towards you. It was just dawn and the sun peeped from over the hill, greeting you to a new day with it’s comforting warmth. You’d usually wake up around this time, your job of being a journalist required you to do so, it had become routine, waking up in the dark, making breakfast and getting ready before heading out the door as the sun rose to which you’d wish it a good morning and hope it was as ready as you were for the day ahead before you’d catch the early train to work, you’d come to enjoy your routine, it was quiet, not a soul was around, usually. Apart from today. Today was very peculiar indeed. At first you believed him just to be an elderly man, perhaps in need by the way he was walking but as he moved closer to you his stature changed, he was tall wearing draped clothing and walking with a large cane of some sorts. You took a step back, debating whether to turn and walk back up the path you had came from to find safety in your home but there was something about his aura that didn’t seem threatening. Upon reaching you he gave a small smile, to which you reciprocated, thinking he would just be another passer by but he wasn’t he stopped right in front of you and any attempt you made to get round him, he blocked.
“You are Y/n Y/L/N, am I correct?” His tone was deep, filled with knowledge and wisdom, your ears pricked up and you nodded in reply, feeling speechless, how did this strange man know your name?
“You can answer you know, I won’t harm you.” He spoke abruptly after your silent response and you shamefully looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. He wore draped grey robes and a half pointed grey hat, long wispy white hair cascaded down his shoulders and back, camouflaging into his moustache and beard, his face was aged, with wrinkles defining his brow bone.
“Yes, I am. And you are?” You queried, trying to sound defensive and intimidating as you hadn’t fully figured out whether this man was a threat or not.
“I, am looking for someone to share in an adventure.” He was blunt, quirking his head to the side and raising his brows, a mysterious gleam shining in his bright blue eyes. An adventure, that was it, no introduction or anything.
“An adventure? Of what sort.” You in turn tilted your chin upwards slightly, a mix of confusion spreading across your face as he chuckled and nodded appealingly.
“You will have to come with me and find out.” He held out his hand to you and you were reluctant. There were only two possible outcomes of this; one, the man was crazy and escaped from his home to which you’d have to call the police to escort him back, two and very unlikely, you would follow him and have this bizarre adventure. After humming it over, you’d decided that either way this would make an interesting article in your company’s magazine so why not, you were a journalist after all, it was your job to be daring. Taking his rough calloused hand, he smiled and began laughing hard. Ah, so he was insane. Banging his wooden cane on the ground he laughed harder before looking at you with delight.
“You should probably close your eyes now.” You hesitantly obliged as you and the man were cocooned in a swirling ball of white light, lifting your from the ground you felt nauseous and wanted to scream, the ground had literally fallen from your feet though you were unable to fully tell as the light would have blinded you if you’d opened your eyes. Not so gracefully crashing to the ground, you grunted impacting the fresh smelling grass. Wait grass? You were in the middle of a city less than a minute ago. Creaking your eyes open you gasped when you saw thousands of trees swaying in the breeze to your right, a long winding river to yourleft and green acres of grass as far as the eye could see. The man was stood gazing down upon you as you stared, mouth wide at your new surroundings.You stumbled to your feet, still feeling dizzy after what ever had just happened to you. Birds tweeting filled your ear drums as different flowers danced by your feet, you watched the man gather a horse and cart before beckoning you to join him. Reaching up and pulling on the wooden handle, you lifted yourself into his cart as he whipped the ropes to his horse, kick starting it into motion.
“You were the last recruit. We shouldn’t be far from Bilbo and the others now.” he never took his eyes off the gravel road and you marvelled at your surroundings, tiny houses burrowed in the hills with large rounded doors and small stained glass windows shined in the light, each one with a different homely item that made it stand out from the rest, whether it was tiny flower pots or oddly large leather boots by the front door, each house was different.
“Recruit? Bilbo? Others? What? Who are you?” You continual questioning tired the man until he sighed and once happy that his eyes could leave the road he turned to you.
“I am Gandalf the Grey. You will meet Bilbo and the others very soon. Ask no more questions.” He was stern with you and you felt as if you were a naughty five year old being told off by their parent, who was he to talk to you in a demanding manner, still you didn’t want to fight back, he was the only one you knew in this bizarre new world. You had travelled for what seemed to be a decade with this man, Gandalf the Grey or more Gandalf the Grumpy and the sun was saying it’s final goodbyes before retiring for the night, you spoke little with your new friend apart from when you were reaching in the back and getting these purple fruits and what he called ‘lembas bread’ which was surprisingly filling and the purple fruits were divine being a sweet a grapefruit but with a more distinctive taste, like dragon fruits. Your eyes grew heavy as the night crickets came out to serenade you and the tutting of the horse lulled you into falling even sleepier than usual, turning your head to the side and trying to curl up into as much of a ball as the cart would allow you soon drifted into slumber.
“Who is she?”
“Why is she here? She is not needed here. You shouldn't have brought some human into this.”
“She is valuable to us Oakenshield and don’t you protest otherwise.”
“She’s never been here before, never seen anything like this, how does that make her valuable?!”
“I don’t know she could be valuable, I mean, she’s pretty enough, that’s something right?”
“Oh Kili calm down, what makes you think you’re her type anyway, I’m sure she’ll go for the more attractive older brother, me.”
“Fili, Kili stop that. You don’t know what she is, you don’t know where she’s been she could have rabies for all we know.”
“She is not welcome here.”
The suns warm rays shone on your face, alerting your body that it was time to wake up and go to work, you’d had a very odd dream about meeting a mad man with a pointy had that perhaps you’d tell Claire at work but for now it was time to start the day. Fluttering open your eyes were greeted by the blare of the sun, though something was different, going into focus you sat up, you were in a wooden cart, outside, hearing multiple voices in the near distance. Were you still dreaming? You had to be, right? You yawned and stretched and the white and black spotted horse neighed loudly, as if it was wishing you a good morning. You hopped down from the cart, gravel and dirt crunching under your shoes and you waltzed to the horse, patting it’s mane gently and rubbing it’s nose, it just blinked and shook its head at you, pesky flies sticking to it’s face, you did your best to shoe them away but the horse stomped its feet and you took a step back, acknowledging that, that was probably the extent of your animal friendship. Finally realising that your surroundings were real and that you were in fact in a different realm or universe perhaps you wandered to find the man that had brought you here, hearing his distinct voice in the distance. You wandered through the trees to find a circle of different men, though they were smaller than men and had very intricate hair designs, each one. They sat talking around a died out ash fire and they all had quirky accents, you hid behind the wide stump of a tree to listen in, you could see Gandalf stood, smoking a pipe of something as another man stood, marching back and forth you noticed they were talking about you.
The marching man wore a long fur coat stretching to the back of his knees, he wore a silk and chain suit of what seemed to be armour and furred pants with furred boots and leather straps. His hair was long, deep brown with slight strands of grey mixed in, some strands of hair was braided but for the most of it, it dangled off his shoulders, swaying as he marched. His facial hair was thick and dark, though kept neater than most of the other men’s, in fact they all seemed to have strange beards with braids in them, ranging from colours of fiery orange to brilliant white, all wearing similar outfits as the standing man. There was only one who was neat, no beard yet still mousy brown wispy hair, flicking off in different directions. He was distinctively different to all the others though still as small.
“I told you already, she doesn't belong here.”
“Why not Thorin? Gandalf said she could be valuable to us.”
“I did not say she could be I said she is and if anyone speaks out against it one more time then I will make sure there’s something for you to protest about.” Clouds formed around Gandalf when he spoke and the others fell quiet. You felt perhaps it was time to introduce yourself to the group. Appearing from behind the tree you cleared your throat and all eyes fell on you, all twenty-six pairs fell on you. You cheeks flared red and you were observed by a mix of stone faces or ones with disgust or ones that tried to hide their laughter at your embarrassment. Gandalf stood straight walking over to you and resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“Everyone, this is Y/n. Get to know her she will be staying with us for a long time.” He smiled, his eyes boring into the man who was storming around before. A few of the men waved at you, giving slight smiles but one gave a warming smile, admiring your features. Gandalf once again cleared his throat and began pointing at each man.
“This is, Nori”, Nori gave a small ‘hello’ and a wave before getting back to fiddling with his weaponry. All the men did similar things as Gandalf introduced each one.
“This is, Dori and Bofur and Gloin and Dwalin and Balin and Oin and Bifur and Bombur and Thorin and Bilbo and Ori and Fili and last but not least Kili.” They all
simultaneously bid you a good day apart from Kili whom strided towards you and gave an outstretched hand, which you gladly shook. His smile was warm and comforting, the stubble of his growing beard moved with his face, his deep eyes were ones you could easily get lost in and his long hair tangled over his shoulders. It was parted slightly and tied at the back as to not completely cover his handsome face, one you were quick to admire. You smiled politely as he spoke.
“So, you’re Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy our company whilst you’re with us.” He walked you to a nearby rock, which you both sat upon watching the others, Nori, Dori and Bofur getting into a ‘who has the most terrifying weapon and attack method’ whilst Dwalin was sat tutting at laughing at them. Balin hung around Thorin who appeared to be the leader of the group, though you weren’t 100% sure as it was Gandalf who appeared to hold all the power over the group. As you took in all the different men and their features Kili gazed at you, admiring your soft face that was dotted lightly with freckles, his eyes trailed down you stopping at your wrist when he noticed a white mark on it. He wanted to question you about it but wasn’t sure on how to approach the subject so instead just did what any dwarf would do and grabbed your wrist, causing you to jump and let out a yelp in surprise. He immediately backed off, cheeks flaring bright red and you laughed. Turning your wrist to see your white tattoo of a dream catcher, it was only small and dainty but it suited your personality, inside its web weren’t beads but small planets and the feathers were detailed so much that they appeared real. It was all in white ink which made it stand out more but also less than usual black tattoos, it was something different, something unique which you were.
“Admiring my tattoo huh?” You laughed, showing Kili and he shuffled closer to you to get a better look, twisting and turning your wrist he held it high, gazing at it with childlike wonder as wide stretched grin crept over his face.
“Yes. You’re very beautiful - it’s very beautiful.” he stammered once he’d realised what he said and you smiled, blush filling your cheeks. You tried to play it off but you couldn’t help feeling flattered and charmed from this man.
“Thank you.” You spoke quietly and Kili let your arm drop, the two of you gazing into each others eyes before Kili was called away with some of the other men snickering at the two of you. Gandalf wandered over to you, sitting besides you and offering you a puff of his pipe, to which you politely declined. He supped on it before chuckling.
“I see you have an admirer already.” He turned to you with a wink and you both watched as Kili was being teased by Fili. “Brothers do like to tease each other don’t they.” You laughed, watching the two start wrestling as Bilbo tried to part them awkwardly.