i think he's practiced the art of making puppy dog eyes or something

RFA DOGS HC :)

So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE



Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky

  •  He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG.  Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky. 
  • Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO

Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi

  • Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT. 
  • BONUS
    • HE TOOK HER A SHOWER. HE FILLED HIS TUB HALF WAY. PLOPPED HER IN WITH GOGGLES AND EVERYTHING. HER BUTT FUCKING FLOATED. HE LEGIT CRIED CAUSE IT WAS TOO CUTE. 

Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman

  • Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
  • When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm. 
  • However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.

Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard 

  • Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.

MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian

  • This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way. 
    • V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY  HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO 
  • However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
  • BONUS
    • When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction. 
      • EXTRA BONUS 
        • Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them. 

Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou 

  • He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D 
  • Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)

Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard 

  • Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd. 
  • He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline. 
  • He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd. 
  • BONUS
    • Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job 
      • 1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse. 
        • Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO 
          • when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar. 

Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle

  • This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS. 
  • Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant. 
  • Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha. 
  • *flashback*
  • It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet. 
    • Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)
cave me in

college au 

pairing: jinyoung x reader 

genre: fluff x slight angst

word count: 4.658

requested by anon 

description: you should’ve known that asking your best friend turned ex-boyfriend for a favor would never turn out the way you expected. 


The moment you come to a stop outside the clandestine coffee shop that sits a few meters away from the Engineering Research Building, you know you have screwed up.  

There was no way around it. No matter how many times you mulled over the situation, this seemed to be the only plausible outcome with the least damage. Ultimately, it all depended on your ex-boyfriend giving you the time of day to even hear your proposition out and you understood that there was a high possibility he’d cast you back outside into the brittle December air without a second thought. You probably would have done the same thing to someone that broke 2 years of a relationship and many more of friendship in less than five minutes.  

You don’t know how to calm your nerves as you wait for him to finish his shift. God, it’s been weeks since you last saw him face-to-face. You’d seen him in passing here and there, after all, your friends used to be his friends and some of them still were but you’d done your part and refrained from group activities in the hopes that the atmosphere wouldn’t drastically descend into a pit of awkwardness. You guess you were just doing a favor for both you and him.  

Taking a deep breath, you strive to retain balance. The only reason why you were standing outside in the too-cold-for-comfort weather was because you had omitted an enormous part of your current relationship status to your mom. You hadn’t really thought it important to call your family and tell them that Jinyoung and you were no longer a thing. Of course, you didn’t mean to not inform them but then again you didn’t make it a priority either. The call had come weeks earlier when you were stuffing your head in textbooks, trying to find suitable contents for your thesis paper.  

Your family had always been big on giant get-togethers and Jinyoung being your close friend turned boyfriend automatically invited him to everything your parents hosted. Now it was Christmas—you’d spent the last two with Jinyoung, driving the six hours back home and hanging out with your loud family for two days. Usually, it didn’t bother you how tight-knit your extended family was but ever since your mom had told you that your Great-Grandmother was going to be around this year, you couldn’t find it within you to tell her that Jinyoung would not be coming along. She basically worshiped the guy, loved him through and through with that frail heart of hers. As if in a state of dissociation, you heard yourself say, “yeah, we’ll be there. No worries,” before you could even think twice about it.  

Afterward, you wanted to crawl up in a hole and die. The whole situation was ridiculous and you hated yourself for not letting your mother know the truth. Yes, your Great-Grandmother would be displeased but anything was better than having to stuff your tail between your legs and ask Jinyoung for help. You could almost picture the look of pure disinterest in his eyes when you asked for the favor. He’d never been good at hiding his emotions, something you’d found oddly endearing at first. His eyes always seemed to explain more things than his words ever could.  

It had been months since the last full coherent conversation you had with him. You had tried to envision the different ways the conversation could go. Ask him about school, how’s work—small talk essentially. The only problem was that Jinyoung hated small talk, he was more cutthroat with his approach. You, however, tried to avoid confrontations as much as possible, but after relentless talks with Jackson and Seo, two other people that were still in your friendship circle after your fallout, the concluded agreement had been ‘there’s nothing wrong with at least trying.’

Breathe, y/n, you thought to yourself as you sat down on one of the few benches loitered around. He was one of your best friends or had been for the longest time. You wondered if he still had that claim after four months of radio silence. Maybe you shouldn’t have cut him off completely, but you had done what you thought was best. There had been times when you were tempted to call him, talk to him—anything really—you had missed his advice, his quirks, his voice, his jokes. You had missed movie nights, waiting for him to finish work so you could go running. Christ, there was so much you missed about running with him.  

In the beginning, you didn’t particularly enjoy exercising but you loved the feeling that washed over you when you ran, it also didn’t hurt that it helped you release pent up frustrations. You had moved for the second time that year and you hated it. High school was already horrible without having to make new friends and niches ever so often. Somewhere along the line, you’d given up on making friends that you believed will be with you for the better part of forever. All you wanted was to survive, get out, go to college and hopefully find people you connected with there.  

As always, everything started with little things. In class, when you forgot your stationery he’d offer his. You didn’t know him at the time but you weren’t one to turn down much-appreciated help. During break time when you sat to the side with your iPod on shuffle, you’ll catch his eyes for a second too long before you turned your gaze away. When your Physical Education instructor made captains choose teams, you consistently found yourself on his. Not that you complained since his team rarely, if ever, lost. He was always surrounded by the same group of people. You’ll find out later from your neighbor and classmate, Seo, that they grew up together and literally were a swipe away from being blood brothers.  

The good thing about running was that sometimes it felt like constraints had been lifted from your body and you felt weightless, airborne. Most times all you needed it for was to clear your mind, keep you grounded back on earth and pull you away from boring reality. You’d offered Seo a chance to run with you but she’d graciously turned it down. She was more into staying at home and watching cable than working out. Something you would have loved to do too, if not for the restless energy always bouncing inside you.  

That day you didn’t notice someone had been following you for a good fifteen minutes of your evening run until you stopped to catch your breath and change your playlist. You tug your earphones out and stretch your arms.

He came behind you, huffing and puffing like one of those toy trains you and your brothers had played with when you were younger. The first instinct to wash over you was to bolt the hell out of there, thinking he was a creep or worse—a stalker. It wasn’t until he rested his hands on his knees and raised his head up as he attempted to religiously catch his breath that you recognized him. Black hair matted to his forehead with sweat, clutching his sides in agony but even in his current state of disarray he still managed to pull the look off.  

You stopped your body from dashing forward. It would be rude, you thought. Even though you knew him and you were positive he knew you, you’d never actually exchanged a conversation with him outside academia. Your social life practically revolved and ended with Seo and the internet.

“Jesus Christ, you do this every day?”  

His face is red and his cheeks keep caving in like he just ran a marathon. The desire to laugh at his predicament is unwaveringly strong and although you try to the best of your ability to restrain yourself, the sounds come tumbling out of your mouth regardless. He looks up at you wide-eyed and mystified like you shot him with an arrow.

“Are you making fun of me right now?” He sputters as he collapses in a heap onto the grassy plane. You were in the second half of your usual route when you’d made the last minute decision to head to the park and catch the sunset before you rounded back and went home.  

Raising your arms arm up in surrender, you reel in your laughter. “No. I mean, maybe—is that blood?”  

Your eyes widen when you take in his full appearance. His knees scuffed up and bruised. The cuts don’t look so deep but the blood just keeps gushing. You close the distance between the two of you, squatting down to his level. “Did you trip? The path here is practically flat though.”

“Well if you must know, I’m proficient in the arts of tripping on air,” he laughs at his own joke, something you learn later on to be part of his charm. “But really it’s nothing. It’s my fault for following you. You training for cross country or something?”

You snort. “I wish. I do this for fun.”

Jinyoung’s eyebrows rise up and he looks perfectly astounded. To be honest, even though you ran at least two and a half miles during your runs, you did it all on your own pace. You were probably the slowest runner out there but that wasn’t the point of you running in the first place, so it didn’t bother you too much.

You don’t know exactly what but something within you wants you to push your fingers forward and run them through his hair. It looks divinely soft and for a moment you have to remind yourself that you don’t know him like that. That’s all it takes for you to pull yourself up from your position and stand at your full height. You jump a little to shake the feeling off.  

“Wow, aren’t you a ball of energy,” Jinyoung remarks, smiling a little, as he pushes himself off the grass. “In any case, I’m here to extend an offer; an olive branch of sorts.”

“Huh?”  

“There’s gonna be a party on Friday at Jackson’s. We—he would like it if you were there.”

“Why?” You furrow your eyebrows but don’t tell him that you don’t know a Jackson unless your puppy at home was taken into account and you were absolutely certain that your dog wasn’t hosting a party, or at least you hoped she wasn’t.  

He shrugs, dusting the dirt off his beige hoodie as he grins down at you. You admit to yourself that he is really good looking. In the sort of way that catches you off-guard at first and leaves you stunned the second. His gaze is steady and intense, exuding confidence, so much so that you find yourself taking a few steps back. The sound of your sneakers crunching light twigs fills the air.  

Licking his lips he says. “Why not? I don’t think anyone would mind having a really good… runner around all night.”

For a second you stare at him in bemusement and watch as a mortified look wipes across his face. It takes you by surprise how easy it is for you to actually find amusement in almost everything he’s done so far. You don’t remember the last time you laughed as hard as you did that day, the only reason you didn’t end up rolling on the grass was due to consideration of his feelings.  

“That sucked, didn’t it?” He winces, closing his eyes and kicking his head up to the sky.  

You fold your arms across your chest, snickering a little. “It did. But you get A+ for effort and execution.”

“I didn’t think I’ll get this far through, don’t judge.”

“It happens to the best of us,” you chuckle, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to seem blasé.

He pops one eye open and the shit-eating grin that envelopes his face is enough for you to pat yourself on the back. He seems relieved that you’re not giving him shit. Your attention is instantly taken by the sun setting behind his frame, tinting the sky an eccentric orange and purple. You smile at how beautiful it looks, it was a good thing to change your route for the first time.  

“So, will I be graced with your sparkling personality on Friday or do I need to convince you more?” He breaks you out of your reverie.

You contemplate your answer. One party wouldn’t hurt, besides he was the first person since Seo, that had actually interacted with you since you’d transferred. The least you could do, you decided, was to go to a party. If you didn’t find it even mildly interesting all you had to do was leave and go watch Netflix documentaries at home.  

Nodding, you grin at him as you run your fingers through your hair in a pursuit to calm your nerves, but it’s tangled and muggy with sweat. Immediately, you wipe your hands off on the side of your athletic shorts trying not to cringe. Jinyoung stares at you with hilarity. You send him a wry smile as you check the time on your phone. Crap, in a few minutes your mother is going to be off her high-rocker thinking you got lost for the third time that week.  

“Guess I’ll see you around,” you say cutting the conversation slightly and hooking your phone back into its arm holder.  

Jinyoung’s lips tilt upward as he waves at you in solidarity. After a moment’s hesitation, he says. “Guess I’ll see you in class,” he reaches behind to the nape of his neck and scratches it lithely.  

You shake your head, giggling and disentangling your earphones before plugging them back in your ears. You starting the jog back the way you came when you angle your head over your shoulder.  

“Don’t die on your way back.”

“And leave you hanging on Friday? Never.” You snort at his response but don’t say anything in response, continuing on your track.  

Now that you think about it, you wonder what would’ve happened if he never chased you that night. What if you had run instead of staying? Maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe you wouldn’t have so many memories that you had desperately but failed to forget. Shaking your head you bring yourself back to the present. There was no use reliving memories that you should have buried somewhere out of your reach.  

Turning your gaze back to the shop in front of you, you wonder if he’s even in there. It had been four months since you’d last stepped foot into Café Vagabond. You weren’t even sure he still worked the morning shift on Tuesday’s anymore. It’ll be a mess if he changed his working hours but you’ll take it as a sign. If he wasn’t here then God was telling you to stop! before you pushed yourself willingly into scalding water.  

You didn’t believe clean breakup’s existed. At least you’d never seen it happen. Even if both parties were amicable and free of malice, it did nothing to relieve the tension that sat like a heavy cloud in every discussion. It was like walking on shattered ice, you were sure it’ll melt over with time especially because you and Jinyoung had been good friends before you transpired to become something more, but you couldn’t wait for something you weren’t even sure would happen.  

Sighing, you fish your phone out of your coat pocket and check for any new messages. Hours ago you had asked for emergency reassurance from the one group of friends you were sure wouldn’t bullshit you and give you false Hope. Jackson had given you a thumbs up telling you that the worst outcome was Jinyoung being pissed at you for showing up at his workplace. Youngjae, however, didn’t feel the same way. He had explicitly told you that it was public property, therefore, you could do whatever the hell you wanted as long as it was within reason. Seo didn’t really care as long as you came back to the apartment in one piece.

You stand up and begin to pace, your nerves quickly returning just as fast as they had gone. Your thumbs hover over the keypad; ready to type something witty to the group chat about being here an hour early when your phone chimes with a new message.  

Jinyoung: You’ve been standing there for thirty minutes. I might be cold hearted but even I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death out there. [1:17 pm]

You stare at your phone like it was the most bizarre thing known to man. In your shock, you had thrown your phone high in the air and have to fumble a bit before you safely catch it in your fingers. You bite your lower lip as you try to calm your racing heart. Despite all the warnings going off in your head telling you to halt and abort the mission, you don’t stop your fingers from typing back a reply.

You: We need to talk.  [1:23 pm]

Jinyoung: Ah, doesn’t this give you a strange sense of deja vu? Or is it just me? [1:24 pm]

The temptation to throw your phone across the Atlantic Ocean is overwhelming. He wasn’t going to slow his tide against you. You had ignored all his calls for weeks and his texts for even longer. There was, figuratively, nothing left to talk about. You whipped your head up and stared directly through the glass windows of Café Vagabond. Now that you were sure he could see you, you became more self-conscious than before. From the corner of your eye, you see a group of high schoolers barreling on your path. Side-stepping, you avoid the calamity but even then you’re still in a world of chaos in your head.  

You: I know what you’re thinking. Its not that, I swear. [1:26 pm]

Jinyoung: You have no idea what im thinking y/n. [1:26 pm]

You: well whatever it is. I guarantee its not what I want to talk about. [1:28 pm]

Jinyoung:[1:30 pm]

You could almost feel the unbalance in the air. He wasn’t going to agree to meet you, why would he? He probably wanted nothing to do with you. Since you’d withdrawn from collective activities that included him, you had no reason to talk to him. Pretty much, you were a blip on his radar. All he had to do was ignore you and continue on with his life. You were ashamed but you still hoped he wouldn’t completely disregard you.  

Jinyoung: I get off at 2. Do what you want. [1:34 pm]

You take a sigh of relief as you sink back onto your previously occupied bench. The conversation would be awkward, you know that, but at least he didn’t completely shut you down. Deep down you realize that your reasoning for being here isn’t as concrete as you would like. Deep down you realize that maybe you’re just self-indulgent and want a reason to see him. Four months ago you hadn’t been your best self, and no matter how many fictional books you’d read, you’d come to the realization that a significant other could not heal you. You weren’t where you wanted to be. All you were doing was dragging yourself and Jinyoung down. Maybe Jinyoung didn’t mind your attitude or your mental fatigue but you did. You needed time to find the best version of yourself that you wanted. You wish you had explained it all better to Jinyoung but uncharacteristically of you, you were afraid, you were terrified.  

You force yourself to stop thinking for the next few minutes till Jinyoung’s shift ended. You just want silence. Peace. You’re tired. Breaking up is tiring and it’s even more exhausting to try and place your friendship back in the equation. You bend your neck and stare at the skies. It looks like the first snow of the season is coming. You pull your beanie tighter around your head. With finals closing in next week, you wonder if this is a good time to approach Jinyoung. Clenching your fist on your lap, you strengthen your purpose. If not now then when?  

Time goes faster than you expect. Especially because you’re too busy staring idly at the clouds overhead, squinting your eyes at the wispy horizon, trying to plan your next course of action. How do you even start the conversation? There’s absolutely no proper way to bring it up and before you find a concrete solution, something—someone—stands in front of you; blocking the sun from shining on your face. Your body whips up to attention and you’re looking directly into one of the brownest eyes you’ve ever seen.  

You clear your throat to buy time. Fuck, you didn’t think he’d still have such an effect on you. You’d thought, albeit naively, that because of time you wouldn’t feel the same as you always did. Like there were magnets within the two of you that just had to attract. It’s almost as if time never passed, you are here and so is he. You push yourself up from the bench and take a deep breath.

He looks the same and yet not. His hair is still black and wavy across his forehead but he has grown it out, his frame is still tall, graceful, and lithe. He still has that heart-stirring look in his gaze but among that he seems more aloof and detached. You lick your lips anxiously.

“We need to talk,” you repeat. Words and their meaning dying in your throat.  

He raises an eyebrow incredulously. “About?”

There’s a tiny pause. Jinyoung hates small talk but that seems to be the only thing your brain is willing to do. “How’s school?” You say as you die a thousand deaths.  

“Is that really what you want to talk about?” Jinyoung smiles jeeringly at you.  

No. It’s not. You intertwine your fingers together, begging yourself to say what you need to and go.  

“It’s nothing serious, honestly. I just…” your voice trails off and you have to remind yourself that Jinyoung is one step away from walking off. “So like, I know we broke up and everything but uh, funny story, I haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming home with me for Christmas and I really don’t know how to tell them and I know this is really really selfish on my part but I can’t bear to break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack, you know how she is and—”

“Ok.”

“Wait, what?” your eyes bulge out of their sockets. This isn’t… this is not what you are expecting. You are expecting resistance. The wrath of a hundred storms, a simple no, sarcastic silence as he waits for the punchline. But an ‘ok’? You’d never thought of an outcome that came out like this.  

Jinyoung sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up. You see now that he’s still wearing his black employee shirt and a pair of Adidas track pants. He looks, for the most part, disheveled. He cocks his head to the side. “I’m going home for Christmas anyways. Doesn’t help that your mother called me a few days ago to ask if you and I were still coming over because you’ve been ignoring her calls.”

The wrench in your gut twists deeper. “I’m so sorry. If you feel uncomfortable doing this because it might be awkward as hell, I can tell my parents that we’re not together anymore.”

“It’s only awkward if you make it that way [Y/N],” he scoffs, resting his hands on his waist. “Besides, it’s just two days and then you can do the honors of breaking your parent’s hearts.” Jinyoung states simply, like maybe he’s discussing how cold the weather is.

Standing taller, you want to give the illusion that you have it all under control. You’re not freaking out because Jinyoung had covered your unintended lie. You’re not over the fucking moon because even though you came here assuming he won’t give you the light of day, he’s actually giving you more than you bargained for.  

“You’d seriously do that? For me?” You can’t help but ask, still in disbelief.  

One moment there’s a smile on his face but it’s gone so fast that you think it to be a figment of your imagination. “I don’t know. I’m surprising myself actually, you caught me in a good mood.”  

That’s all the reassurance you need. You hope he stays in a good mood for the rest of the week. Maybe you’re still walking on shattered ice but at least now it was somewhat melted. You feel so delighted that you jump a little on the spot. Your heart has calmed down a little now that you’ve gotten the words out.  

“Thank you, Thank you so much,” you say, smiling eagerly at him. “I’m very sorry for asking you to do this, Jinyoung.”

It takes a few moments before he answers you and for the first time since you’d seen him that day a smile eases its way onto his face and he doesn’t feel the need to hide it.  

“I don’t know if you remember [Y/N], but you’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”  

The words leave you stunned as the threat of crying becomes a real possibility. Everything you had expected is not happening. He still has such a clasp around you, dragging you through the clouds like it was nothing. Carving a part of your entire being just for him. Somehow you know those words mean something so much deeper than pretending in front of your family for a few hours.

His eyes, as always, hold more weight than you could ever lift. However, this time you want to pour everything you have into lifting it off the ground.




it would be super cool if people gave me feedback on this! i hope you liked it! thanks for reading x ~ kai✨

anonymous asked:

rfa+ Saeran going to pride for the first time with with MC?

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY GUYS! THOUGH IT’S ALMOST OVER? (For where I live anyway, pride month is June! I heard some places celebrate in May??) I STILL WANTED TO TRY AND GET THIS OUT BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH AAA ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG: Male!MC

               -You didn’t even tell him what this parade was for

               -All you said was “Do you want to go to a parade with me”

               -And he was THERE

               -Parade? FUCK YEAH! Loves him some parades

               -Fried food, bright colours, fun booths, cute floats? Yes yes yes!

               -You decided to just wait until you brought him to tell him what the parade was actually for

               -Though when the two of you got there, and he noticed literally everything was rainbow, he kind of pieced two and two together…

               -HE WAS BLUSHING LIKE CRAZY!

               -Was actually really honoured that you wanted to go to something like this with him?? Like you’re loud and proud about your relationship and that makes him giggle

               -Seeing all of the insane outfits was definitely fun for him!

               -HE SAW SO MANY NAKED (OR AT LEAST ALMOST NAKED) PEOPLE AND HE FELT SO AWKWARD

               -“MC… we… we don’t have to be naked or anything for this.. right?” No baby it’s okay

               -AS RED AS COULD FUCKING BE WHEN PEOPLE HANDED HIM CONDOMS

               -I know I said as red as could be, but that’s because you didn’t think he could get any redder. But oh, were you mistaken

               -He turned almost glowing red when he watched you just shoving the condoms in your pockets

               -“I’m not gonna just waste these, Yoosung, that’s rude” OH MY GOD MC DON’T TALK LIKE THAT OUT LOUD

               -Was disappointed that he didn’t get to dress up or anything like that so you found a group of nice people with some body paint and asked if they could do something for him!

               -Cutie walked around with a completely rainbow painted face (yours matching) and could not stop taking pictures

               -10/10 sent any and all photos to the group chat, always talking about how much he loved you and this parade!

*ZEN: Male!MC

               -“MC! It’s the pride parade!”

               -Oh no

               -You’d love to go with him, of course!

               -Your relationship is…. well it’s absolutely perfect to the two of you but there are still those who question it

               -His fans are practically split in half between completely idolizing your relationship, and the other half just wanted Zen for themselves

               -So you were pretty afraid to attend pride like that, so out in the open, so…exposed

               -But he was a-okay with it

               -He didn’t care what others have to say about the two of you???

               -Once the two of you actually got there though, it was a m a z i n g

               -People would recognize Zen left and right and they would be so excited that he even showed up!

               -But when they saw the two of you holding hands, they practically exploded (in a good way)

               -THEY WERE SO ECSTATIC!

               -Their favourite actor is part of the LBGT+ community and they are HYPED

               -People are coming up frequently to congratulate the two of you on your beautiful relationship

               -He even sang a few love songs up on a few stages, loving as the crowds went wild!

               -The one thing he couldn’t stand though, was all the hateful protesting

               -He tried to ignore it at first but as the day went on he couldn’t stop himself from walking over and yell back at them

               -To prove a point, he pulled you into a deep kiss- eliciting hundreds if not thousands of whistles and cheers from the crowd at the parade

               -You had to physically hold him back from fighting one protester though

*JAEHEE: Female!MC

               -“Jaehee! The pride parade’s coming up! We should go!”

               -P A N I C

               -She loves you and most definitely isn’t afraid to tell you that, but…

               -She is afraid of others hating her for it? She really dislikes confrontation

               -But you assure her that it’s a completely safe space! It’s full of allies and others celebrating same sex love!

               -Agrees to go along, and even dresses up to match you

               -The two of you have adorable shirts with unicorns on it that says “Squad goals”!

               -Embarrassed because she doesn’t use slang like that but the two of you just looked so cute!

               -And honestly? Seeing all of the happy couples expressing their love, the loud and proud people just enjoying their time, thousands of colours and confetti everywhere; she’s in love

               -Like?? It’s a place?? In public??? Where she can kiss you all she wants??

               -She does every now and then but she’s still embarrassed the poor bby

               -L o v e s the booths!

               -Thinks it’s important to support those in the LGBT+ community who create works of art!

               -Honestly bought like 20 pounds in books solely because they look amazing and are by up and coming LBGT+ writers (not to mention they all promised part of the proceeds go to charities!)

               -She’s part of the RFA she feels it’s like an unspoken duty of hers to do anything related to charities

               -SHE LOVES THIS PLACE SO MUCH

               -Lowkey wants to set up a booth next year for your coffee shop

               -“It’s a good business investment, MC” “You just want to come to pride again next year, you don’t have to lie” “A GOOD! BUSINESS! INVESTMENT!”

*JUMIN: Male!MC

               - ah yes

               - jumin han does gay

               - im soRRY I COULDNT RESIST

               -He was kind of against going to this parade

               -Not because it was for pride or anything but because he was just iffy about all the people

               -Does he really want to go and be surrounded by thousands of people, all of them bumping against him??

               -Well one look into your puppy dog eyes and the answer was yes, yes he did

               -You had to convince him to leave (most) of the body guards at home

               -There were a few that followed a moderate amount of distance behind but you caught them lowkey fawning over the two of you when he would give you a quick kiss on the nose or squeeze your hand

               -Honestly a few other couples would stop the two of you and tell you how cute the two of you were??

               -It would get Jumin so flustered and you were SO THANKFUL because wow look at my cutie he’s adorable

               -If any protesters even thought about something rude to you the bodyguards were there in an instant

               -You dragged Jumin along with you as you looked at each and every booth, placing the beaded necklaces they gave out around his neck

               -The funny part is, he just let you?? Like okay MC

               -At one point the necklaces stacked so high that you couldn’t see anything lower than his eyes

               -He didn’t want to disappoint you by taking them off so he left them until you noticed and laughed your ass off

               -Definitely took pictures before you distributed most of the necklaces among the two of you and the body guards

               -“MC, do you think Elizabeth would enjoy this rainbow collar?” “Juju that’s not for cats” “….Would you enjoy this collar?” JUMIN NOT IN PUBLIC

               -He saw some… interesting outfits, to say the least

               -“Commoners are very… odd, aren’t they?” that’s rude

               -Saw someone walking their partner on a leash

               -The moment you saw him side-eye you, you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow, eliciting a slight grunt from him

               -“Don’t even think about it pretty boy”

               -To get back at him for even thinking about walking you on a leash, you poured a ton of glitter over his head while he was looking at some merchandise

               -Actually chased you through the large crowd, picking you up and spinning you before kissing you gently once he caught you

               -People cheered because wow look y'all are so cute together

*SAEYOUNG: Female!MC/Pansexual!Saeyoung (LISTEN I CANT HELP BUT HC SAEYOUNG AS PANSEXUAL AAA)

               -You wanted to go in support of your friends!

               -But more than anything, you wanted to go and support your boyfriend!

               -He was pretty against going at first, because he was afraid of what people would think about him

               -It’s not like he advertises that he’s pansexual, so what would his friends think? Would they change their opinions of him?

               -“Saeyoung, you just love whoever you love, it’s not as if gender truly matters, right? So why would our friends be against who you are as a person?”

               -That’s what got him thinking- you completely support him… so why wouldn’t his friends be supportive?

               -After all, they are supportive of all his gender-swapped costumes….

               -You reminded him that he didn’t have to come out if he didn’t want to. A lot of people who are simply just Allies attend as well, no one would know how he fit into the community unless he told them

               -He had seen pictures of a few parades before, and he noticed all the insane costumes people wear

               -So of course?? He had to go all out?? If he had to go, he might as well, right?

               -Completely decked out in rainbow body glitter, boxers with hearts all over them, and you even helped him put temporary hair dye to make it rainbow!

               -Honestly he was in love the moment the two of you showed up??

               -So many people dressed up insanely without a care in the world, bright colours flying everywhere, people being loud and proud

               -His jaw honestly dropped at the sight of it all

               - Every time he saw a dog wearing a rainbow bandana he’s smacking your arm- you have bruises by the end of the day

               -He’s yelling, singing, laughing, and you haven’t seen him have this much fun in a while and you were absolutely loving watching him enjoy himself

               -“MC! Look! Look at how proud everyone is to just be themselves, isn’t it amazing?” he held your hands and looked down at them, “I wish I had the confidence to be like them. I don’t even know where to start!”

               -“Just do whatever makes you comfortable and go at your own pace! Hey, you’re in a parade full of strangers you probably won’t see again, why don’t you come out to someone? No one here is going to judge you!’

               -So he did! Actually, he did quite a few times! And he felt a m a z i n g

               -So good in fact, that he told you he was ready to tell his friends!

               -He spent the rest of his day at pride asking people how about their experiences with coming out, getting tips about the best way to do it, and getting nonstop support from tons of people! He felt so at home, the next week or so he was clinging to you, never knowing how to fully thank you

*V: Female!MC

               -THIS BOY LOVES LOVE

               -Any and all love is beautiful for him

               -So he’s super duper excited when you suggest going to pride!

               -SUPER ALLIES, MC AND JIHYUN!

               -Honestly, all of the happy people, bright colours, glitter, and especially all of the couples obviously in love make him S O E C S T A T I C

               -He brings a backpack full of brand new SD cards for his camera, and he 10/10 believes he’s gonna fill them all

               -He asks people in the most outgoing outfits if he can take their photo, and he giggles at all of the poses they do

               -Up close and personal to all of the floats to get pictures of every single detail

               -When he sees couples getting cozy, he asks to take photos to celebrate their love!

               - v that can get a lil creepy

               -Always offers to take a photo on their phone for them as well so he seems less crazy

               -He’s pretty sassy when he wants to be, if you didn’t already know

               -So when he sees protesters with such hateful signs, he takes it upon himself to fight back

               -He finds someone with extra signs and holds them up proudly!

               -When people shout out hateful things, he gently asks them why they think that

               -Always talking to them soft and gentle, which confuses the hell out of all of them because?? They’re trying to be hateful?? But this soft giant is talking to them so nicely???

               -Which THROWS THEM OFF SO MUCH MORE WHEN HE GETS SASSY WITH HIS COMEBACKS

               -It’s such a large difference in demeanor and even you’re thrown off guard

*SAERAN: Female!MC

               -He’s actually the one who asked you to go to pride with him??

               -In private, he told you that he might… have wanted to attend… to show support for his brother?

               -He’s really bad at showing he cares but he’s trying to do it bits at a time

               -But when Saeyoung brings it up he acts like he’s against it

               -“Why the fuck would I want to go to that, there’s going to be so many people there, I don’t want that”

               - but goes anyway

               -He didn’t want to really want to dress up, but you convinced him to at least let you paint a small rainbow flag on his cheek (though it did take several days to do the convincing)

               -He was really grumpy at first, being dragged to and fro either by you or his brother

               -Having to squeeze through half naked, loud, or already morning-drunk people

               -Started to really regret attending until he saw how much fun his brother was having?

               -He had never seen Saeyoung this relaxed in his life and he silently decided he could put up with all of it for him, just this once

               -The two of you enjoyed visiting all of the booths though

               -At every booth, you get a  couple of bead necklaces

               -Saeran put them all on. All of them. All of his, all of yours, all of Saeyoungs.

               -Completely covered in bead necklaces, and he l o v e s i t

               -If you ask for some to wear you just get this look from him- not a glare, but a kind of look that screams “don’t even think about it”

               -He also demanded ice cream as much as possible

               -You tried so hard to cut him off but he just didn’t. stop.

               -Saeran pls there are 47 ice cream wrappers in my pocket p l e a s e


Masterlist

anonymous asked:

could you write the got7 maknae line neighbour!au,,,,i love your writing btw

sure!
find the other members (here

Youngjae:

  • specifically chose an apartment with enough space for a piano,,,,,,,which means his living room is just his piano and like a rug there isn’t any room for anything else,,,,,,
  • but that’s fine with him because he has his computer set up in the bedroom so he can play games and that’s all he really needs in his life youngjae is a simple man with simple hobbies
  • he also won’t admit it but he spent more money on coco’s bed than he did on his own (definitely waited for ikea’s end of year sale or something for that)
  • keeps everything pretty minimal in style, beige’s and whites. tries to keep his place tidy because he knows it would make his mother proud and he wants to leave as much open space for coco to play around
  • more dog toys in his apartment than there is furniture 
  • the neighbors all know him as ‘debussy boy’ because in the spring/summer when youngjae has his windows open the neighbors can hear him practicing clair de lune and it’s such a relaxing melody that someone will shout “encore!” just to hear youngjae play it again
  • he’s also just a really sweet, mannered guy so most of the neighbors don’t mind his music and some of the moms keep asking him to offer piano lessons so they can bring their kids over to be taught by him
  • and that’s exactly what he does because hey, rent is getting higher and making some extra money on the side is never a bad thing
  • but most of the time he can’t even bring himself to take the neighbors money,,,,,,,,,he ends up teaching on donations that the parents have to literally push onto him
  • and you’ve never been really interested in learning to play the piano,,,,,but you’ve lived across from youngjae for half a year now and every time you hear him play it’s like ,,,,,, it’s like stepping into a fairytale 
  • not to mention that when you see him, with that eye smile of his and that adorable innocent aura,,,,,,,like ok ok you might maybe have developed a little crush or whatever,,,,,,,,
  • so one day you as you’re taking the elevator up with him, talking about the weather, you suddenly go “i heard you teach piano lessons - can i possibly sign up for one?”
  • and youngjae seems a little surprised, mostly because his students are all children 
  • but even with his cheeks getting more red he tells you that sure, he’s free this sunday
  • and before you ring his doorbell on sunday afternoon you check your hair and straighten your shirt like one hundred million times but when you finally do, youngjae opens the door and apologizes in a stutter for the mess (there isn’t any mess tho lmao)
  • and you follow him to the pretty piano in the middle of his living room and you’re like “where’s your tv? o:” and youngjae is like “no ,,,, room,,,,,,,,,,, i watch whatever i can on my laptop!” and you’re like “you must really love playing the piano, it’s like this apartment is dedicated just to this instrument”
  • and you don’t even mean to make him embarrassed, but youngjae has to hide his face for a bit because he’s blushing and once you both sit down on the bench you confess you don’t have the first clue about what you’re doing
  • and youngjae finally seems less shy, smiling and putting his fingers on the keys and teaching you slowly what sound each one makes
  • and the time passes so fast as you two sit side by side and youngjae’s voice is so gentle and his laugh makes your heart beat a little faster
  • and then you try to play something on your own, but you’re clumsy and suddenly youngjae puts his hand over yours, guiding your fingers along the keys
  • and only when you’re done does he realizes that you’re basically holding hands and he’s like “aH IM,,,,,,,,SORr,,,,,,y,,,,,,,,”
  • and he moves his hand away but you’re like looking down trying not to hide the fact that you’re really happy ,,,,,,,, plus his skin had been so warm
  • two shy cute people that obviously think “they’re so cute” about each other but can’t even look into each others eyes 
  • and you thank youngjae for the lesson when coco starts weaving between your feet, nudging youngjae and asking him to take her on her walk
  • and youngjae is like “it’s no problem,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,,,you can come again,,,,,,,next week,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like “i’d love to!” and then you look around in your pockets for the money you had brought but youngjae stops you and he’s like “i won’t,,,,,,,,,,,think of these as lessons more like,,,,,,,d,,,,,,,,da,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like omg does he want to say dates?????
  • and youngjae can’t bring himself to do is he’s like “like d,,,,,,da,,,dat,,,,” and you giggle and say it for him and he’s like yES,,,,if that’s ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you’re like that’s more than ok and you’re like if you won’t take cash payment then can i kiss you on the cheek instead??
  • and youngjae would melt into a puddle if that was humanly possible but he nods and when you press your lips to his cheek you pull back fast and youngjae wants to say something
  • but coco’s barking cuts you two off,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • it’s cute though you both lie in the bed that night thinking about how you could go from being neighbors to being much more,,,,,,

BamBam

  • gets in trouble with the landlord because he throws parties every weekend 
  • but he always gets away with it because the neighbors are like “he’s a young boy, let him live!!!!” and also bambam has killer puppy dog eyes. they’d work on just about anyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,minus like jinyoung
  • his apartment is a Mess. like im talking a real m e s s. his bedroom is just an assortment of clothing thrown into piles with shoes and accessories everywhere,,,,,,,half the time he ends up sleeping using an t-shirt as a pillow 
  • the only thing he keeps clean is a Buddhist shrine he keeps in his room as per request of his mom and if anyone even tries to go near it he’s like “i WILL chop your hand off” ,,,,,it’s really important to him
  • but yeah his living room is just,,,,like no one is sure what’s going on,,,he’s got like weird art on the walls and a neon sign he bought on impulse and like ,,,,, empty bottles from drinks and take-out cartons and underwear hanging off a lamp ???? glitter on the floor who even knows
  • his kitchen is even worse like when does he even do the dishes. does he even own dishes? nope bring your own dishes if you plan to not eat off like a frisbee when you come over
  • you know bambam at first because you hear about his parties, literally like you hear the party through your wall
  • and ten minutes later there’s a ring at your doorbell and some dude named jackson is inviting you over since there’s free drinks and food
  • and you’re like you know what ill go and that night you get introduced to bambam, who is apparently trying to attempt some kind of high speed dab balancing a bottle of water on his head and you’re like “why he’s doing that”
  • that jackson kid is like “oh, he’s doing it for instagram”
  • and as you continue being neighbors with bambam you find out he does a L OT for instagram
  • which is fine like,,,,,,,,,,,kids and their social media these days but before you know it you end up being asked by bambam himself for some help
  • and so you’re standing in his living room, holding up his phone and you’re like “are you sure this is a good idea?”
  • and bambam, who is attempting to do a handstand is like “anything for the internet is a good idea”
  • and you’re sighing like ok but if you come tumbling down im not going to catch you
  • and you start recording as he tries to lift both arms up at the same time to dab “upside down” which of course is a total failure like you predicted
  • and he goes falling legs, something sounds like it cracks and you’re like
  • “…………..bambam don’t move i think you might have broken your arm” and bambam whose just laying there motionless is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t move,,,,,,,,,,,it hurts,,,,,,,,”
  • and you don’t want to be an asshole and just leave him all alone once the ambulance comes so you tag along and the EMT is like “so what exactly happened?” and you’re like “he ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, fell while working out.”
  • and you’re not sure if he believes the lie you’ve just told but the EMT shrugs and is like “it looks like nothing is broken, your boyfriend just has a fracture.”
  • and you want to be like boyfriend??????? since when excUSE me 
  • but bambam makes a sound of pain and you’re like “ok ok don’t worry, you’re not dying”
  • and somehow you find yourself staying by his side in the emergency room and after the doctor has patched him all up you go out and get the two of you some coffees from the vending machine
  • and bambam is sitting up in the bed and you’re like “let me the first person to sign your bandage” and you scribble something like “don’t ever dab upside down again” and bambam laughs
  • but also,,,,,, he looks up at you and there’s something sincere in his eyes when he tells you that he’s really thankful for you staying with him and that you’re really a good neighbor
  • and you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but bambam looks so handsome,,,,, maybe because you’ve never been so close to his face before but his features are so gorgeous
  • that you have to look away and conjure up a laugh to hide your embarrassment from locking eyes with him
  • but knowing bambam he’s sly and he’s caught on
  • and you feel his free hand wrap around your waist and pull you closer and you’re like “oh!??” and he’s like 
  • “you took care of me, so how about i pay for our dinner tonight?” and you’re like “bambam can you even get your wallet out with one hand?” and he’s like “i can try, for you.”
  • and you have the urge to like pinch him for being greasy all of a sudden but also like maybe this goofy guy who actually loves your attention a lot,,,,,,,,,,,,,is really cute and worth it to go to dinner with,,,,,,,,,

Yugyeom

  • if the neighbors cat gets stuck in the tree, everyone knows to call him: the living giant of the apartment building, Kim Yugyeom 
  • the neighborhood kids adore him because they always beg him for piggy back rides or to sit on his shoulders
  • and he always stops whatever he’s doing to play with them and just be an overall cute angelic human being that we as people do not deserve 
  • has that kind of personality that makes people give him stuff for free and when he thanks them they’re just like “oh wait there’s something else i need to give you wait here a second-”
  • anyone who meets him instantly wants to take care of him,,,,he’s soft
  • his apartment is really well organized which is surprising for his age,,,,, like his closet is color coded and he matches all the patterns with each other
  • and he cutely hangs his laundry out on the balcony like his mom taught him
  • and just like,,,,,,,he’s so sugary sweet and simple
  • buys fresh flowers for his living room whenever he can. that’s the kind of person he is
  • and you’ve been pretty good friends with him for a while. he even helped you paint your apartment where you had to get on a stool to reach the ceiling and he just,,,,,,,,well stood there
  • and you know yugyeom has a passion for dancing, he’s always telling you about what song he’s practicing and who he met up with from different dance crews
  • but one night as you’re going up to the roof to just sit and think,,,,something you do every now and then 
  • you’re surprised to hear the faint sound of music beyond the door and when you open it
  • you can hear a song on full blast, and the sound of someones sneakers against the floor and you’re surprised to see the tall, lean, but familiar figure of yugyeom
  • and although you usually see him wearing some kind of long coat, turtlenecks and shirts from popular brands
  • you see that all he has on is a pair of old sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, sweat visible around the neck.
  • his movements though,,,,,,they’re far more smooth than you could have ever imagined. you can tell he practices a lot, he’s so good that you can barely see any mistakes
  • and yugyeom doesn’t notice you until the song ends and you (embarrassingly) unconsciously clap
  • and it startles him to the point that he lets out a small yelp, but with the faint light from the streets below he makes out your face and smiles
  • and he’s like “why are you up here?” and you’re like “no reason, i didn’t know you used the roof to practice?”
  • and you can see him get sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and he’s like “my room doesn’t have enough space, plus i don’t want to be loud with my music. it’s so nice and free up here.”
  • and you nod looking at him with a still mesmerized expression and yugyeom laughs a bit and he’s like “don’t gape like that, im nothing special” and you’re like no what?? you’re so amazing???/ i never knew you were THIS talented
  • and he laughs again, but he’s really happy to hear you say that and you go over and pass him a napkin from your pocket and you’re like “your sweat!!” and he gets blushy again but thankfully you can’t see it 
  • but you’re also like “ill go, i don’t want to disturb you”
  • but yugyeom grabs your wrist before you turn and he’s like “if you want,,,,,,,,you can watch me some more,,,,,,,i don’t know if it’ll be entertaining though-”
  • but you’re already saying you’ll stay, sitting down comfortably by the portable speakers and yugyeom is like “pick a song!” 
  • and you shuffle through his music, settling on a chris brown song that makes yugyeoms eyes light up
  • and it’s really adorable,,,,,,the way he’s so passionate while dancing and then so cute when he’s just talking to you,,,,,,
  • very how should i put this,,,,,,,BOYFRIEND material  
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A series of one-shots / One / Two

Childhood friends - January 2017

Part One

Haz:
Little Lulu Lamb, are you making brews?


With dead eyes, I scowled silently down to the opposite side of the sofa, seeing Harry with his phone still in his hand, and his dimple there even though he was straining his smile. You could always tell when Harry was trying to hide his laughter, because his dimple would appear as proof, no matter how much he tried to conceal it.
But I played along, not saying a word as I text him back.

Lulu:
You make brews! It
’s your house, I’m the guest here.

Haz:
You
’ve been here for almost a week now. You’re no longer a guest, you practically live here. Now get off your arse and make me a brew.

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have some viktuuri headcanons
  • so before they move to russia they go back to japan and stay for a while, and end up spending through new years’ there
    • they invite yurio with too bc new years’ at yuuri’s is lit like literally there’s so much fireworks and while it’s nothing compared to big fireworks displays in st. petersburg, both viktor and yuuri know that yurio lowkey appreciates the small but close celebration
      • because he needs friends
    • you know the usual endings pre-episode 10? THAT
  • it gives them plenty of time to say goodbye to his friends and family
    • you can practically hear minako weeping
    • they’re all jelly because yuuri’s moving in with his beau heyooo
      • also: yuuri and viktor get to show off their matching rings to the rest of the fam besides minako and mari
      • “guess who got engaged in barcelona?”
      • the triplets are hounding viktor and yuuri for pictures and they don’t mind they’re just so happy to be together and skate together forever wow
  • they also spend this time looking at apartments/condos over there in russia and ofc yuuri’s clueless because he’s only been there once and viktor takes this time to flash his sparkling puppy dog eyes in excitement
    • he gets to show yuuri around st. petersburg and he’s never been more happy
    • they settle on a place by the beach, just around where viktor used to live before he moved to hasetsu bc it reminds yuuri of his place back in japan
  • on that note: cue the sappy tourist montages and instagram spam
    • lots and lots of couple pictures per viktor’s request (not that yuuri minds, of course)
    • lol imagine all the restaurants viktor wants to take yuuri to just to see him try the new food
      • it’s literally the cutest ever viktor will point out every little thing that reminds him of something yuuri will for sure enjoy
      • and it’s great bc st. petersburg used to be so dull– for viktor, it was the same thing every day but now he has yuuri and everything seems so much more lively and he can’t stop thinking about all the stuff they’ll do and see and try together
        • viktor’s just a giant sappy romantic okay 
  • and let’s not forget the most important part of moving into their new place……… the decorating. the shopping.

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anonymous asked:

How do UT/UF/US skelebros react to finding out his SO is on a roller derby team? Especially if it's early in the relationship, and he finds out by the SO coming to date night with a black eye from practice?

UT!Sans:

“woah.. buddy, what happened to your eye?”

He’s concerned, definitely, and he’s instantly running through all the possible scenarios where they could have gotten hurt.  He keeps his panic bottled up on the inside, however, and appears calm and collected when he’s actually already imagining the worst-case and beginning to simmer in anger.  The whole roller derby explanation is something he doesn’t understand, but after a quick under-the-table Google on his phone, he’s amused.  He makes skating puns the rest of the date and wants to hear all of their stories.  Yeah, he’s definitely coming to watch this.

UT!Papyrus:

“HUMAN!  ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?  ARE YOU INJURED?  DO YOU REQUIRE ICE?”

Papyrus makes a scene right there in the restaurant.  He’s so loud.  Everyone is staring.  He’s fretting and gingerly touching the bruise.  He might even straight-up pour his glass of ice water into his hand and then press a glove-ful of ice to his S/O’s face.  He doesn’t waste time trying to envision what happened; he knows that they’ll tell him if they want him to know.  And when he discovers roller derby, he pretends to know what it is so he doesn’t seem out-of-the-human-loop and offers to come along next time.  In his mind, he’s going to protect them, but when he sees what it is, he’s amazed.  His S/O is tough!  He spends the entire time shouting encouragement and strategies from the side of the rink.  From then on, he never misses a practice or a game.    

UF!Sans:

“uh.. sweetheart?”

His eyelights are tiny pin-pricks when he spots them walk up with that black eye.  He’s hand his fair share of bruised zygomas over the years, but it bothers him to see them with a blatant bruise like that.  Automatically, he’s tense and sweating a little, but he waits for them to elaborate.  Unfortunately, Red isn’t a patient skeleton so the longer it takes to get an answer, the darker his expression is going to be.  If they didn’t realize he’s questioning the black eye, he’ll snap, “yer black eye!  what the hell happened to ya?!” which may or may not result in an argument.  He doesn’t understand what roller derby is, but he wants to go along to the next practice.  Once he sees the sport in-progress, he actually finds it pretty entertaining.. and the sight of his S/O kicking ass is sexy as hell.  Yeah, he’s into it.  He even wants them to wear the skates to the bedroom.

UF!Papyrus:

“YOU’RE LATE!  WHERE WERE YOU, AND.. WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Papyrus started off berating them for being late for the date (even if they weren’t), but when he spots the black eye, he’s instantly a mixture of concerned and pissed off.  How dare someone strike them!  But also.. did his S/O win the fight?  Does he need to teach them proper self-defense?  Better yet, does he need to go wail on whoever did this?!  His foot is tapping impatiently, his arms are crossed, and his irritation is rising with every passing second.  He doesn’t know what roller derby is, but he pretends to hate it anyway and calls it a waste of time.  Even so, he demands to come along because it’s obviously dangerous, and he needs to supervise.  Once there, he’s intrigued by the violence, but ultimately.. finds it a little pointless.  Skating in a circle and hurting each other?  What’s to be gained from that? He doesn’t listen to the rules. However, he does give his S/O pointers, claiming they’re “DOING IT ALL WRONG” despite his limited knowledge of the sport. All of his suggestions involve illegal blocks, but he refuses to accept that.  

US!Sans:

“OH NO!  HUMAN, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?  DID SOMEONE HURT YOU?”

This sweetheart is pouncing on his S/O in an instant, examining the injury and giving them big, puppy dog eyes that make them feel guilty about getting hurt and making him worry.  He offers to let them rest with their head in his lap if it hurts, and when they discuss roller derby, he wants to know all the details.  He’s excited to hear about this sport, but he’s also still concerned.  Why do they play it if they could get hurt?  He starts attending practices and games, and the entire time, he shouts his support while bounding up and down.  He’s the most excited one there–and the loudest.  "OH, WATCH OUT!  DUCK!  YOU’VE GOT THIS!“  

US!Papyrus:

“hey, you ready to.. uh.. kid?  somethin’ happen..?”

Papyrus is apprehensive when he sees the black eye, his grin fading as he comes in close.  Gingerly, he grips their chin and tilts it back so he can better examine the shiner and try to determine the cause.  His gaze is sharp and searches theirs.  If someone hurt them, he’s going to want to do something about it.  The roller derby explanation makes him sigh in relief, and he drops his hand, chuckling.  He’s the only skelebro that actually knows what it is.  He thinks it’s cool that his S/O is into it, but he’ll only go to a game or two and doesn’t appear at the practices.  It’s not really his thing; he naps off and on in the stands.  

However, he’s attentive to any injuries they may receive and kisses every bruise.  

Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You - Part 5

Damon takes you to Paris for a romantic getaway. It is a much-needed trip and it’s only made better by the fact that Damon is the one that you’re sharing the experience with. The two of you want to experience everything Paris has to offer, or at least as much as you can during your trip. The whole vacation is just so romantic and perfect. Of course, nothing can ever really go as planned in a world of supernatural creatures. Something happens on your last night that neither you or Damon expect.

Pairing/s: Damon x Fem! Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (very briefly mentioned), surprise character (I don’t want to spoil it)

Warning/s: Implied smut, blood, and a little bit of violence

A/N: The french is roughly translated from google so it might not be 100% correct. 

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Cute Demon Crashers

I told myself that I wasn’t going to write reviews for games that I’ve played. But I just couldn’t not express how much Cute Demon Crashers means to me after my first, second, third, and subsequent playthroughs.

Cute Demon Crashers is an 18+ otome game created by sugarscript that stresses consent, communication, and trust.

The MC (Claire is the default name) is a college freshman spending spring break alone at home. Claire is sexually (and possibly socially) frustrated, which attracts a group of sex demons, three incubi and a succubus, who want to help alleviate some of that frustration.

In order left to right: Mirari is the bubbly succubus and the start of all the shenanigans. Akki, who is the youngest incubus, is extremely energetic, friendly, and very good-natured (they all are very good-natured). Kael, who takes on a more caretaker-like role with the other three, is extremely kind and caring, calm, and a bit of a clean freak. Orias is very reserved and quiet, but has some very sweet moments. 

Claire gets two days to decide who (if any) she wants to have sex with. Each of the demons has cute bonding scenes for each of the time intervals, which are basically day 1 morning and afternoon and day 2 morning. The interactions between the characters are genuine and wonderful. There’s more than a little encouragement to just be yourself. All of the demons are very honest with Claire and extremely endearing. 

Each of the four characters has a beautifully written, unique intimate scene. Before each new action, the demon asks Claire if she wants to keep going (or some variation). And there is even a little “STOP” button in the top right corner that can be pressed at pretty much any time during the intimate scenes. And the weirdest thing happens: THE DEMON STOPS! Not only that, but the chosen demon assures Claire that he or she isn’t disappointed and makes sure that Claire is okay.

I love this game. I love how much I learned from this game about what I deserve in a sexual experience. And I think that everyone over 18 should play through it at least once. You will love the characters. All five of them. You will love the interactions, the story, and the art. And you will learn something about the respect that you should have for yourself and your partner every single time you have sex.

Play this game. (Only if you’re 18 or older, of course)

Full review under the cut because I got extremely emotional over this game for personal reasons and not everyone wants to read that.

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Two Men and a Baby

Title: Two Men and a Baby

Characters: Sam, Dean, Charlie, Gabriel, Castiel, Crowley, and little Ava

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: lots of feels, but the super cute adorable fluffy kind

Summary: After a hunt and an addition to the family the boys are preparing for little Ava’s third birthday.

A/N: You can never have too much fluff right?! Please send feedback and let me know if you want to be added to my tags list! Pictures are not mine. Stay awesome everyone <3


“Dean! Behind you!” Sam bellowed as he turned to slice another vampires head off. He heard a thud and whirled around to see Dean, chest heaving, standing over the now headless vamp. The brothers looked at each other, half smiles playing at the corners of their mouths as they looked around them at the carnage. They both froze and looked to each other when they heard a faint screaming. It almost sound like a woman’s, but that wasn’t right. No, it was a baby.

“I’ll check up, you check down Sammy.” Dean said as he headed to the stairs. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he slowly climbed. He could hear Sam opening doors, clearing the first floor. The crying went away for a moment, and then it was back with a vengeance. Dean carefully moved down the upstairs hallway to the second bedroom on the right, machete at the ready in case.

Sam finished clearing the basement when he heard a loud, “Sammy, I got it!” He sprinted up the stairs and to the base of the upstairs stair case finding Dean standing at the top of them. A soft green wriggling blanket in his arms.

“It’s a baby Sammy. How do I make it stop? It seem’s angrier than the vamps were.”

“Dean how the hell should I know? You’ve been the one that’s good with the kids, not me.”

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Patater Art AU

Kent Parson as an art student at the same university as Tater and Kent is still a hockey player but maybe Tater got injured senior year of high school and had to stop playing (don’t think about that sad part)

so anyway Kent likes to sit in the library and draw people for extra practice, and Tater is always there working on projects (probably something math related since English is not his strong suit) and he makes faces at his work all the time, and Kent thinks it’s adorable, so he likes to draw Tater when he sees him

 and Kent starts getting really invested in this kid he doesn’t even know because he’s really pretty and all sharp angles and don’t get Kent started on his hands omg, and so a few weeks into the semester Kent’s sketchbook is filled with drawings of this guy, and oops one day tater actually notices Kent staring at him, and Kent looks away all awkward and blatantly avoids looking at him for the next hour,

so the next day on his way in Tater sees that Kent looks really invested in his work and he takes the long way around to his usual table to get a closer look and “you are drawing” and Kent nearly jumps out of his seat because they guy I’ve been drawing for several weeks is looking down at my sketchbook right now help

and Tater sits down next to him and just blatantly asks “I saw you looking at me, you draw me? Can I see?” and dammit he’s got these puppy dog eyes and Kent can’t resist so he just nods dumbly and hands over his sketchbook wtf is he thinking rn

and Tater is flipping through this kid’s book and he sees some really well done drawings of himself and also a lot of pictures of shoulders and forearms and hands- wait, that drawing has the same cut that I got on my arm last week? and my class ring too? and oh, Tater gets it now, and he looks over to Kent, who is red as a tomato and is pointedly not looking at Tater

so he just slides the sketchbook back and goes “is very good” and he wants to ask Kent if he wants more drawing practice (but he can’t do that that’s way too embarrassing he is 18 for God’s sake) and so he just kind of awkwardly stays there until Kent finally looks at him and blurts out “you have great hands!” a little too loudly because a few people turn around to look at them and Kent wants to die but Tater is laughing and also kind of red and still here, so Kent thinks it can’t be going that bad

and long story short these two awkward boys somehow manage to actually talk to each other for a minute and set up a date to a local diner and Tater ends up in Kent’s room after laughing because here he is shirtless with his hair all messed up from the kissing and Kent is scrambling off of him to grab his sketchbook and some charcoal because “you’re perfect and I need to draw this right now” and Tater can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be

Nitro

Written by @fabulouspotatosister

Fanfiction Contest 2016


It mustn’t catch you.

You’re running. 

What’s going on is really quite simple to explain - there’s a hideous monster chasing you, and you are trying to get away. 

And this monster is very, very fast.

Go faster, go faster, you urge your legs, which are padding on a gravelly surface. It was a bad idea to wear your sneakers, because those shoes are very slippery against gravel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, to wipe away the sweat accumulating near your eyes. You are not dying today. Not now, not ever. Not after all you’ve been through.

You grip an alien knife in your hand and it digs into your skin, blood dripping from a cut on your palm. You remember that a communicator is lying somewhere in the dirt, forgotten and lost, all because you yelped and dropped the damn thing. Now you have no idea where you’re going, just bloody following what the Doctor - yes, you are aware that he’s not there with you, just wait - told you before your clammy fingers let go of the walkie-talkie looking rectangle.

You can faintly remember hearing the Doctor calling out for you as you dashed away but could you go back and tell him that it was fine, it was okay? Of course not! You were being chased by something that you really didn’t want to look at, and there’s no time for reassurance in this kind of situation.

You’d be curious about those carved markings on the wall but you don’t have time - you have to get to the Doctor before the beast gets to you.

You can’t stop and cry about it. That’s for later, when you get back to the TARDIS and try to find that swimming pool that’s always offhandedly mentioned. You have a lot of plans for that pool. Maybe some of those plans involve a certain handsome time traveler, but those are thoughts that should be reserved for another day. 

The monster roars and it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat, if it wasn’t already skipping a bunch of well needed beats. The muscles in your feet are aching and your head is pounding, you can’t think, and you just need to run, run as fast as you can. You turn a corner, giving the monster ample time to catch up with you.

Around the bend, you can just see the TARDIS, that daft blue box, exactly where the Doctor said it was, standing tall and vines slowly crawling over it. You’re practically begging your legs to go quicker, because that ugly thing is right at your heels, its claws almost ripping at your shirt. You cry out and pull away, just before a guttural sound tears from its throat and it lunges at you, its sharp, bloodstained fangs biting just inches from your face.

“DOCTOR!” you scream, your throat dry, as the beast jumps at you once more and you cry out again. You’ll need a nice leg massage after this. You’ve probably lost weight. You call for the Doctor once more - you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you -

The TARDIS doors fling open and you dart in, giving you a good chance to take a look at the alien, a lion-like fiend with blue fur and ferocious eyes, before the doors slam shut and you drop to the floor, breathing heavily, vision blurred and tears running down your face.

You’re silently crying and shaking in fear and just desperately wishing that this horrible feeling in your chest would just go away, when a worried-sounding voice interrupts your rest. You suck in a breath and turn to look behind you, where the Doctor seems to be tied to the console with some kind of slithering vine, bursting with flowers.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but… Could you get me out of here?”

He gives you a smile and you’re glad to return it, pushing your tired self off the ground and cutting through the plant. The alien knife glows with a heat that could only be described as searing. The vine hisses while you slice through it, and it’s a pitiful sound, to be honest. You wince as the cut on your hand stings with the heat of the knife, but you keep going until the vines are in a smoking heap on the TARDIS floor. 

All the while, the Doctor’s giving you that look, the look that’s only reserved for people in pain, which does include you. Yes, you think you’re in pain. Running away from an alien that could have killed you at any moment is tiring, and makes your feet very painful. It’s also emotionally taxing, because there’s a lot of screaming and crying in fear. 

God, do you love this. 

It’s exciting, and that’s what you love about it. Considering that your latest adventure was very Doctor-lite, you were more scared than you usually were on trips like this. Being alone is no fun, being alone with a cute guy is kinda fun, but being alone with a killing machine is not fun at all.

“Thank you,” the Doctor says softly, rubbing his arms, and you nod. He stares at you, that puppy-eyed look still on his face (it reminds you off a dog you had as a child), then pulls you into a warm embrace. Yeah, you definitely needed that. He draws soothing circles on your back, the honeyed scent of his skin filling your nose, and you’ve never felt more relaxed. Honestly, the Doctor should have become a masseuse. He has amazing hands.

“Hey, easy now.” He brushes his lips against your ear and you shudder, in a good way. “Blimey, you’re in bad shape.” He pushes you off and holds you by your shoulders. “How about I take you to that pool, eh? I heard you talking about it a while back. You need a break.”

A nice wash and a fresh set of swimwear later, you’re lying face up on the surface of the pool, feeling the water lap against your cheeks and caress your arms. You feel slightly uncomfortable with the Doctor sitting on a lounge chair not far from where you are - you consider yourself lucky that he’s reading a book, not looking at you at all. It’s a tranquil scene, one only imagined by the minds of the most creative. Not saying that you’re not creative, but it’s hard to actually get this scene in real life.

You pinch your nose and push yourself under, watching the water ripple and wave. You haven’t really mastered the art of holding your breath underwater but you try. 

“Oi!” You hear the Doctor call your name and you resurface, paddling towards the edge of the pool, where the spry brunet Time Lord is waiting for you, a wide grin on his face. You wipe the water out of your eyes and rest your head on the rocky surface. “I know where to go next! Come on, come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” you question him, and he shakes his head. What a strange man.

“I’ll tell you later, come on! Wear something warm!” He stands and darts towards the console room. You sigh and pull yourself up, the rocks hurting the cut on your palm, dry yourself with a fuzzy towel (“Cotton from the holy sheep of Kaltesin, they were the softest sheep in that galaxy,” you recalled the Doctor saying to you - it was a gift for your birthday), wrap yourself with same fuzzy towel, and head back to your room in the TARDIS.

The Doctor often called you ‘a very lucky human’ because the TARDIS never or had the mere idea to move your room. Like many of the companions before you, the TARDIS didn’t like you, but she didn’t hate you either. She just doesn’t have a very high regard for you, being a companion, trying to steal her Doctor away and all. In your opinion, she was like the jealous clingy girlfriend, but could you blame her? You’d do the same - and besides, she met him first.

The console room is big and marvelous, two big spinning disks bearing various names in Gallifreyan, previous companions of the Doctor, faint violet light washing over you. The heart of the TARDIS shines a brilliant light blue, and although it was sparse and simple, it still dazzled you. When you had first entered the TARDIS, you’d said that it was beautiful, unlike the usual ‘bigger on the inside’ stuff. That had pleasantly surprised the Doctor, and he had told you that it was good to hear something else for a change, even if it was quite strange.

“Hello!” The Doctor peeks out his head from behind another part of the console. He pulls himself up and straightens his bowtie once again and you wonder why it always gets crooked. What does he do to make it like that? It’s like it perpetually messes itself around so that he can fix it for dramatic effect.

“Hello,” you greet back, slowly making your way to the Doctor, who is now busy inputting coordinates into the TARDIS. “Where are we going next, Space Boy?”

He grins at you, full and infectious that you find yourself smiling as well. “A new galaxy in the year 2960. It’s practically become a giant winter wonderland, and you know winter wonderlands are cool.” He pauses, and then grins wider. “I made a pun! And and accidental one too. I always love those. It’s filled with scientists but that makes it better, right?”

“Right, and that sounds fun.” You cozy up to the Time Lord, shoulders touching and hands linked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

The Doctor excitedly pulls a lever and you look up and see the TARDIS working its magic. The console room begins to shake and you cling to the Doctor’s coat, laughing and whooping all the way. Your heart leaps with anticipation and you give out a yell, adrenaline rushing through your veins like a hurricane. 

You’ve always loved the thrill of travelling through the Time Vortex. It’s always the same, but the new places you and the Doctor visit are always different. It’s like… It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like being whisked back to your childhood, way way back, like ‘you’re three years old’ way back, and learning how to speak again. Or-

A sudden jerk, and you are flung across the room. You see the Doctor desperately hanging on, calling out your name intermingled with a chorus of ‘no’s. He’s dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers and typing random strings of Gallifreyan text onto a screen, but all you hear sounds like you’re underwater. Your ears ring and you shakily get back to your feet before falling again. 

Your vision goes blurry and you struggle not to fall unconscious from the pain that’s blossoming in your back. The TARDIS ceases it’s rocking and the Doctor rushes to you, holding your face in his hands while you insist that you’re okay. He helps you to your feet and you almost collapse, your legs like jelly. You pry yourself off him and hold on to a random railing, determined to stay upright.

“I am not having a good day,” you groan. You’re really tired of being injured in some way and you wish you could just relax. “Where did we land?”

The Doctor opens the doors and looks out. You follow and look out as well, seeing a barren, snow-covered landscape with a dark sky. It’s ice for miles and miles, and you see dead bushes peeking out from under the surface. Flakes of snow slowly fall from the heavens. There are no homes, no strange creatures, and definitely no scientists. 

“We landed in the right place, just not in the right time,” the Doctor says, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out, scanning the surroundings. “At least no one’s here, coz that would be very bad. I don’t want to ruin your already bad day - I want to make it better.” He smiles and steps out, shoes crunching on the snow. He offers his hand and you take it, the two of you gazing at each other before you step out of the TARDIS as well. 

The Doctor nods at you and you hesitantly snap your fingers, a nervous smile on your face. The TARDIS doors close and your smile grows, the Doctor looking at you with a twinkle in his dusted green eyes before he sweeps you up in one of his famous spinny-hugs. You wonder how he’s able to carry you and you’re about to ask, but then you ignore it, realizing that he’ll probably dismiss it to 'Time Lord strength’, which actually sounds pretty stupid, even though you know it’s true.

“You did it!” he says, his tone akin to a proud parent. He sets you down and you stumble in a dizzy daze. “'Third time’s a charm’, as they always say. I don’t really think three’s a lucky number, certainly wasn’t mine, but I might reconsider.”

You open your mouth to respond with a 'thank you’ or a witty remark, but the Doctor has rushed off, and you assume that he’s gone exploring, before you lay eyes on… something.

It’s a brilliant blue wisp of gas, dancing and swirling around before sprouting a jelly-like proboscis with a light on the end. The Doctor breaks into a grin and whips out his sonic yet again, running circles around the thing and scanning it while you slowly and hesitantly approach the gaseous alien. He places his sonic back inside his long, purple coat and reaches out for the proboscis - it flicks out like a cat’s touch before resting on his forehead. 

You jolt forward in shock as soon as the Doctor’s eyes close, but then you jump back when he opens them and they’re filled with a renewed vigor. He tilts his head to the side and gives the blue wisp and meaningful look.

To your surprise, the blue wisp spins in a circle and solidifies into a facsimile of you, and then a question mark.

The Doctor beckons you over. “Hey! S'alright - look!” He taps his forehead. “Psychic link - they talk without words. Come on, Hemi wants to speak with you. He’s made of hydrogen, that shouldn’t be possible, but he’s here.”

“Hemi?” you querie, tilting your head and walking towards him.

“Yeah, that’s his name,” the Doctor says, grinning at Hemi. “He told me, it’s really cool. Hemi’s lonely, he just wants someone to have a little chit-chat with.”

You gaze at Hemi, and it feels like he’s gazing back, even without eyes. His proboscis flicks out again, and you flinch, but the Doctor looks at you expectantly - you don’t want to disappoint him. Hemi’s proboscis gently lays itself on your forehead, and you suck in a breath. This is gonna be bad.

A flash of white clouds your vision and you instinctively close your eyes, a flood of memories rushing over your mind - they must be the Doctor’s - there’s Rose, Amy, planets, adventure, and of course the pain, the pain that he keeps hidden under a bubbly façade -

Never mind. Not that bad at all, actually. No.

The Doctor faintly calls out your name and you pop open your eyes. Hemi is still staring at you and everything is… clearer, somehow. The Doctor takes your face in his hands and looks you up and down, his eyes like sonic screwdrivers minus the buzzing. You wonder why it buzzes. You know it’s not a weird thing, but it still unnerves you sometimes. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gladly return. You’d love to stay in a hug for a long time when you hear a tinny voice in the back of your mind say, Um, excuse me? I have something to say.

You stop and the Doctor pulls away from you, then winks at you with a smirk - what a git. You wonder if that’s you thinking it or Hemi thinking it, until you finally come to the conclusion that it’s you and you hope to all the deities in the universe he didn’t hear you. 

Hey, don’t worry. The Doctor can be a massive flirt when he wants to. Hemi. You squint at him and he takes the form of a young woman in a small dress and goofy trainers before dispersing into gas again. What’s the word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? She asked that. He replied with his name.

“Can -” You pause and swallow. Can he hear us? The Doctor, I mean.

Hemi swirls around. Nope. 

So, you think, just like private messaging?

Hemi turns into a question mark. What’s that?

Never mind. You glance at the Doctor and he smiles at you again. You’d think you gave him free fish fingers and custard the way he smiles at you all the time. So… Can we share conversations? Me and the Doctor.

No, not yet. Hemi’s voice has gotten higher somehow. He has to give you a psychic link first. So for now, it’s more of a me-you and me-him thing, not me-you-him. He’s a unique one, that Time Lord. Last of his kind, or so he thinks.

He says that quite a lot. The Doctor is frowning at you now. Was Hemi lying? Could the Doctor hear what you were talking about? A shiver runs down your spine. So… What planet is this?

Hemi gives off a soothing aura. I have no idea. It isn’t named, so… I try. I’m not that creative. He changes into a ball, his proboscis swinging around. I wish someone would come over here and name it.

Do you have anyone else with you? Family? You sit down on the snow and Hemi lowers himself, still hovering and a ball. 

Yeah, but they don’t care much for me, so I walk around a bunch. Hemi sighs - or what sound sounds like a sigh. Our kind doesn’t have names. Or a concept of them. I named myself. So they started ignoring me because they didn’t agree with the way I named myself.

I’m sorry, you think, somewhat unhelpfully. Hemi bobs and then forms into a copy of the Doctor. Hemi-Doctor tilts his head to the side and gives you that same meaningful look - and then he dissolves into a flurry of blue with a swinging proboscis. 

You love him, Hemi broadcasts to you. You love him, even though I have no idea what that means. I’ve seen it. It’s such a strong emotion. Hemi shivers, and you stand up. You love him. When will you tell him?

I don’t know. You sigh and shake the dust off your leggings. I don’t know.

“Doctor?” you call, and the Doctor turns to you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Thank you.”

The Doctor’s mouth forms into an astonished 'o’, and then he smiles. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“So what do we name the planet?” you ask, snow falling on your hair and forming a white wreath. The Doctor shrugs. You laugh - of course he’d have no idea how to name the planet. He wasn’t a namer, he was an observer. A very involved observer.

You lay your head on his arm and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Hemi watches you two and copies you, then disperses out into the dark sky. 

Thank you, you hear Hemi say, and you know that the Doctor can hear it too. I best be going now.

Bye, Hemi.

As you’re walking back to the TARDIS, the Doctor plants a kiss on your forehead. You ponder on Hemi’s words for a second and then smile, albeit a bit nervously. 

Yeah, you love him. You don’t dare to tell him though. He probably doesn’t feel the same way anyway. Probably. Or… well, probably.

You’re already resting on your bed in your room when everything goes dark.

Off to another adventure.


This is really just a cute fic. I am always up for some pining. No, really, pining is my favorite thing, and this is some realistic pining we have here with a very nice, subtle tease at the idea that the pining might be mutual. There were some very minor grammatical and spelling errors, but I once submitted a professional report with the word 'threw’ instead of 'through’, so I understand how that goes. The story might be a bit complicated for an imagine, but we can chalk this up to a whole lot of creativity trying to force itself onto the page. And, yes, this is very creative, and points can be given for the character of “Hemi,” who is both cute and a convincing alien.

title: unsaid, unspoken, and then the spell was broken

author: Lia, aka pumpkinsplce

artist: Jana, aka ilovebooks-forever

beta: Liz, aka thatgirlwithnosociallife

word count: 13.528

rating: nc-17

warnings: smut scene (blowjob), language, mentions of bullying, homophobia, alcohol consumption, violence and thievery.

summary: In which Dan is a misunderstood douchebag, Phil is a Ravenclaw with a sassy streak, Carrie is bossy, PJ likes firewhiskey, Alex and Chris don’t have nearly enough lines and a stupid challenge turns into something more. Also featuring Harry Styles because why the fuck not?.

Or, a completely self-indulgent Hogwarts AU, because everyone needs Hogwarts AUs.

art: here

author’s notes: this is the longest thing i have ever written, so please excuse my writing being a little all over the place. it’s actually a pretty wonderful experience, writing a long fic, because it grows with you and you learn from it and you see your characters change so much before your eyes and really, i can’t express it but it’s amazing. so thank very much to my beta, liz, and my artist, jana, for helping me with this. i hope you like it :)

written for the phandom big bang

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The Art of Not Choosing (I Want Both) (Explicit)

Requested by: Anonymous 

AO3 Link

Pairing: Vminkook

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Threesome, Spitroasting, Blow jobs, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Facials

Words: 1,954


It was no secret that everyone in bangtan was head over heels in love with park Jimin. Even though he wasn’t technically the maknae, he got anything, and everything he wanted.

Taehyung and Jungkook were the worst offenders, always competing for Jimin’s attention and giving into his every request.

It was like some sort of unhealthy contest to see who would win Jimin’s affection that day, or perhaps forever; no one really questioned it.

“Jiminnie! Wanna play a video game with me?”Taehyung bats his eyes innocently.Before Jimin can answer Jungkook is shoving Taehyung aside and placing both his hands on Jimin’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t you rather go practice some of our new dances? I think we’re really starting to get the hang of it don’t you think?”

“Jungkook, that’s not fair I asked first!” Taehyung stomped his foot petulantly. Jimin removed Jungkook’s hands and patted both of them on the head before speaking.

“Actually, I already had plans to go get something to eat with Hoseok. Maybe tomorrow.” Jimin turned towards his room to go get ready. The remaining two looked at each other before opening their mouths in perfect unison.

“I’ll come too!”

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just makes cents

So my school does this thing called senior servant day, and ofc it inspired this. Because I needed some fluffy Bellarke and Blake siblings. Apologies for the title; my post-finals brain thought it was punny.

Rated: Teen+
Read it on AO3

“Are you gonna bid on anyone?”

Clarke very deliberately closed her locker and zipped up her backpack before turning to her best friend’s little sister. “Is that your way of asking if I’m gonna bid on your brother? Because the answer is no.”

“Why not?” Octavia pouted. “I would’ve saved up for this, but I didn’t know it was happening!”

“Because he hid all the fliers and hacked your Facebook so that you wouldn’t find out, because he didn’t want you to know it was happening,” Clarke said, amused.

“And you didn’t stop him? Clarke!”

She just shrugged.

“Now some asshole’s gonna outbid me,” Octavia bemoaned, slouching against the lockers.

“As opposed to you two assholes?” said Bellamy, hiking his messenger bag more securely over his shoulder so he could ruffle her hair. Octavia ducked away, scowling. “Really, did you not consider that maybe I don’t want my sister buying me for senior slave day? Not least of which is because it’s an actual class fundraiser — we need actual bids, O, not just the two dollars you have left over from your allowance this month.”

“So what? Clarke —”

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The first sign of winter

I stopped resisting and ended up writing a Winter Schnee fic. All hail the Schnees!


Summary: Schnee’s are never jealous. Well…unless their attractive older sister comes to town, making Ruby all starry eyed. Weiss insists that she’s not jealous, though her actions tell a different story. WhiteRose.

(Rated T) 

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It's History ( a JohjixMC fic)

Greetings, friends and fellow fans of otome~! The name’s Trinity (I go by superhighschoollevelotome or TrinityThatcher on tumblr). This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr so… Be gentle! TTuTT

(It’s also my first time posting smut fic, so if you have any pointers for me, please don’t hesitate to message me~! I welcome constructive criticism)

Anywho, to the summary~!

You take your long-term boyfriend, Johji Chakura, out on a date to a museum, his favorite place to be. Going home, he asks you if you actually enjoyed going. For some reason, your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him….

Pairing: MC X Johji Chakura (Dreamy Days in West Tokyo)

Rating: R (reason below)

WARNING: TIS SMUT. WILL BE EXPLICIT CONTENT OF THE SEXUAL VARIETY. DO NOT READ IF NOT WANTING TO READ.

You heard another long, drawn out sigh escape the person sitting next to you, and you couldn’t help but frown. You had given him your honest answer, right? Did he not believe you?

You glanced at the form of your boyfriend beside you, who was slumped over with his elbows on his knees, his face propped up on his hands. His palms pushed his cheeks up, giving him a look of a pouty five year-old whose mother had taken away his favorite toy. His wood brown eyes were purposely directed away, out towards the windows, watching the tunnel lights whip past.

“Joh, please don’t be like that.” You scolded. If it were one of your high-school friends, they might be able to pull it off- Rihito had the best puppy dog eyes of the group, and Haruki could probably make anyone do his bidding with a quiver of his lip (you had a secret suspicion that he definitely would given the chance).

But Johji was a full-grown adult, and while you though it was kind-of a cute look for him, it was also a bit off putting, especially after having such a good date— at least, YOU thought it was good.


He responded with a snuffle of air out of his nose and a noncommittal glance. “Hn.”


“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” You asked, a hint of worry in your tone. 


“Of course, [M/C], I always do.” He answered, his gaze now squarely directed at you. “And you? Did YOU enjoy yourself?”


You blinked, “Like I said, yes. I love going to the museum with you.”


“For the exhibits?”


“Uh…. well, yeah, why else would we go?”


He huffed, rolling his eyes, and a smirk played across his lips. “Riiiiight. Whatever you say.”


Your brows furrowed; was he trying to get at something? He’d never gotten like this after a date with you before…


Maybe it was obvious, then. You scratched the bridge of your nose, feeling your cheeks sting with heat. “I mean it! I really love stuff like that, so of course I love going to the museum!” You defended.

It wasn’t as if you were lying, after all; you had always loved history and art museums ever since you were small. And you did enjoy history, and hearing stories from many many years in the past. Granted, you didn’t have exactly the same kind of passion for it as Johji did, but you liked it enough to be able to call yourself a casual fan. 
Still, a museum hadn’t been your very first option when you were considering places for a romantic date. You would have rather gone to a nice restaurant or have done some shopping downtown. You loved the museum, but you went so frequently.


It was always worth it, of course….


“This is….!”

You weren’t more than five feet into the exhibit hall before the older man went tearing off, stopping right in front of the glass case holding a light blue overcoat.

“The Shinsengumi blues! The real coat used by Saito Hajime in his battle against the Choshu ronin at Ikedaya Inn! Look at those tears in the fabric, and no blood stains around them…”

You ambled up to the display case, taking in the sight; hung up on a mannequin was a worn, faded kimono coat colored as blue as the sky, with a metal headplate hung up above it. The cuffs were a rough eggshell white, most likely from the years it had on it. It had some small brown stains littering the chest and left arm, and a couple of small tears in the fabric that you didn’t suppose had made much of an impact on the wearer. The plaque beneath the display case read off that this was, indeed, the coat used by Saito Hajime, captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi. Not only during the Ikedaya Incident, but much later until the group disbanded.

You knew about as much on the Shinsengumi as the next person, but you grinned wide, turning to your feverish companion. “How cool is that? Can you believe he really let the museum have one of his blues?”

“I can’t believe the museum even got this EXHIBIT!” Johji exclaimed excitedly, “They must have had to pay the Ryozen Museum a fortune for it.”

You nodded. The only reason you had wanted to go to the museum this time was because you had seen a flyer for this special two-week exhibit: “The Meiji Restoration and the Shinsengumi”. You knew Johji usually preferred foreign or older history, things dating back to Nobunaga Oda or even Yoritomo Minamoto, the first shogun. But for a history buff like him, you figured he could appreciate the Meiji Restoration too. It was an insanely romanticized part of Japanese history; you remembered covering it in class, and hearing it talked about among the girls who liked to play their portable games during lunch.

You watched him as he shuffled over to the next display case, a large box showcasing various katana, wakizashi and kodachi with chips and scratches in the gleaming metal.

You chuckled to yourself. The only thing brighter than the gleam of the display lights on the swords was the bright happiness in Johji’s expression. He was practically glowing, grinning from ear to ear as his eyes swept over the artifacts.

“God, just look at that hand guard [M/C]…” he sighed, ghosting his hands over the glass to avoid leaving fingerprints. “It’s so beautiful. Can you even imagine that they made this during the Restoration? This could have been used fighting for the Ezo Republic…”

You had no idea what an Ezo Republic was or even where it was, but you nodded along. “Maybe! I bet the fighting was intense for it.”

He glanced up momentarily from the display case to give you a quizzical look. “You… DO know what happened to the Ezo Republic, right?”

Crap, he’d caught you. Think, [M/C], think…..

“Th-they, uh….made it through and, um…. fought somewhere else… right?”

His entire stature seemed to sag, and you felt panic well up in your chest. He shook his head, letting out a soft laugh. “[M/C]-chaaaaaan, the Republic of Ezo only lasted four months before it was disbanded. Today it’s known as Hokkaido.”

You jolted. Seriously?! Hokkaido used to be a republic of something? Why didn’t you know that?!

“I totally knew that!” You blurted.

“You totally did NOT.” He rebuked with a smirk.

You whined. “B-But I know other things! I know, um…..”
You turned and pointed at the plaque beneath a case of old, faded letters. “Toshizo Hijikata! He was, um, the vice captain of the whole Shinsengumi! He fought at Ezo Republic.”

Johji raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And then?”

“And…. then?”

“And then what happened to him?”

“He…….”

You bit your lip in frustration. “He…. went to…”

“Wrong~” Johji chided. “He died in battle defending the Ezo Republic.”

“Y-you didn’t give me enough time! Unfair!” You pouted.

He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense. “You were headed in the wrong direction, pretty girl~ Why would I want you to embarrass yourself more?”

This met with uncomfortable silence; you puffed up your cheeks, your face turning red.
“I still know stuff about it, you know…”

“Aww, I know honey, you know a lot more than most people your age.” He consoled, resting a hand atop your head and ruffling your hair. He stepped away just as you raised your hands to playfully swat at him.


“But, that’s what museums are for, to learn and expand you knowledge base!”

You sighed, fighting the smile that threatened to break out across your lips. “I’ve got it, so lets quit messing around and start looking!”

He took you by the shoulders, then, and led you around the exhibit hall. He explained everything to you, even the things that weren’t on the plaques, making you even more enthralled with the material being discussed, and more impressed with his intelligence.

Though, in all honesty, he could be telling you how trash bags were made and you’d still be interested. This was your favorite thing to do with him. He loved to talk about history, and you loved to listen to him, because the excitement in his voice and the fire in his eyes were breathtaking to you. Him being this happy made you infinitely happier.
Yes, you could have gone to dinner or to a movie like any normal couple would have. But it wouldn’t have made him this happy to do so.

You watched him move, his expression lighting up as he pointed at a sash used by Souji Okita. He was arguably the best swordsman of the Shinsengumi’s ranks, Johji explained.
You nodded, never taking your eyes off of him. “That’s so cool…”


You were snapped out of your reverie when you felt something tugging on your hand; you looked up and realized that the train was almost empty, its passengers filing out.
The one at your hand was Johji, who had an impatient expression as he tugged on you. “C’mon, [M/C], wake uuuuup, it’s time to gooooo…”

You jolted up, grabbing your purse, and he tugged you out the doors onto the train platform. 
“That was close. If we’d have waited another couple of seconds, we’d be on our way downtown again.” He sighed. “Good thing I was paying attention.”

“Nnn.”

You watched him from behind, his broad shoulders swaying as he led you through the train station to the streets. Somehow, he’d lost all the happiness he’d accumulated during his trip to the museum. But, why? He was never like this, especially not after such a good visit. Was it something you had done or said?
You bit your lip, letting worry pool in your chest. What had you done?


The trip back was quick, and you had both showered and changed into pajamas without so much as a ‘thank you’ or ‘lets do it again soon’.
You were really starting to worry now; usually by this time he was all over you, cuddling up against you and begging for affection. But tonight, nothing. He hadn’t even so much as looked at you, just told you he was showering first and dissapeared upstairs.

As you pulled a brush through your towel-dried hair, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Were you not showing enough enthusiasm? Was it because he was tired of always having to teach you about the things he liked? Maybe he wished he had someone who shared in his excitement—-

You shook your head. This was not the time to be getting self-conscious. Johji loved you, and you loved him. You knew that. Maybe all you needed to do was try harder.

Before you could delve further into self-destructive thought, you heard a quiet knock on your bedroom door.
“Hey, [M/C]. I made some hot chocolate… uh, if you want…”

You couldn’t help but give a relieved sigh. That was more like it.

You pulled your hair up into a pony tail, brushed off your pajama shirt and went to open the door. He was standing right outside, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, his hand rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll even give you a splash of rum in it this time.” He offered.
 You snorted.

“You always give me rum with my cocoa. Boozer.”

“Oi, the word ‘boozer’ is prohibited on this ship!” He countered, raising a hand in retaliation and turning to head back down the stairs.

You rolled your eyes, following behind. “You’re the captain on the S.S. Booze Cruise.”

He laughed a little, but didn’t rebuke; you had hoped he would, but he had given you an inch, and you weren’t the kind to look a gift horse in the mouth. You could be satisfied with this much.

He quickly poured the two of you cocoa in matching mugs, added a couple of drops of vanilla rum, and carried it over to your favorite seat at the bar.

“Voila~ The S.S. Booze Cruise proudly presents it’s famous Rum Cocoa.” He joked, making you stifle back a giggle with your hand before you took the mug.

“At ease, captain Drunkbeard.” You returned.

He gave you a charming smile, picking up his mug and taking a seat next to you.

The two of you settled down then, quietly sipping at your hot beverages. The silence stretched… and stretched… and stretched…

You blew on your cocoa, not wanting to look up and meet his gaze. All of a sudden, just drinking had become insanely awkward and you had no idea why. You silently prayed that he would say something, anything, comment on the weather, talk about Nobunaga Oda’s reign, recall something from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, SOMETHING.

You became startled and almost spilled your drink when he cleared his throat. “So….. [M/C]….”

“Uh huh!”

“You, uh…..” he continued, rubbing a thumb absentmindedly against his mug. “Um… okay, be honest with me for a second.”

He looked up into your eyes, his expression solemn. “You’re not really all that into museums, are you?”

……….Say what?

You frowned, giving him an aporetic look. “What? Johji… I’ve already told you, I really enjoy going to the museum with you. Why else do you think we go so often?”

“Why else? To satisfy me?”

You blinked in surprise at his words; he continued, never once looking away. “Honey, I can tell you’re not as into it as I am. You don’t have to pretend for my sake. I would be fine if we just did… you know, normal things. I know you’ve been wanting to go dancing, and you’ve been talking about having a dinner date just us two. I can take you downtown every once in a while. Not everything has to be about pleasing me…”

Now things were starting to fall into place. He wasn’t angry at you; he just felt like you were putting him before yourself, all the time, every time.
You wanted to laugh. If he knew what you were really thinking….

No way. It was way too embarrassing; you couldn’t just tell him flat out that you thought it was hot when he got excited about history. What kind of weirdo said something like that?!

You shifted nervously in your seat, scratching at the bridge of your nose. “Joh, it’s not like that. Maybe I’m not….. a history buff, like you, but I really do love going to the museum! I’ve liked them ever since I was little. I really love learning about things like that…”

You smiled to yourself. “History is so cool, too! To me, it’s like I’m having a story told to me every time. I really liked it when you were telling me about Hajime Saito and how he was a student of the Itto-rito style.”

Johji shook his head with a cocky smile. “It’s Itto-ryu.”

“That’s what I meant!”

You clenched your fists, turning to him with determination in your eyes. “I always listen when you tell me about historical stuff! You always tell me way more than what’s on the plaque things and I think it’s the coolest part of going out! My favorite part of going to the museum is when you teach me—”

You clamped your mouth shut before you could say anything else, your face turning bright red. You’d pretty much almost told him just HOW much you loved him teaching you.

Johji’s eyebrows raised up in surprise, his eyes scanning your now rigid form. “Eh? You like it when I ramble on about that stuff?” He asked, bemused.

Well, no use hiding it now. You nodded vigorously. “I think it’s a really attractive quality! When you get really happy and excited about something my heart speeds up a little bit too!”

“…. Well, that’s….”

You watched as the older man’s hand traveled from the nape of his neck to his stubbled jaw, covering his mouth. You could just barely see the beginnings of a pink blush on his cheeks.

“That’s…. damn, that’s really cute…”

If your cheeks could flush any darker than they already had, then they did. You could feel your face practically burning with embarrassment.

“N-not really…. it’s kind-of selfish, I think…”

At this, he snorted, shaking his head. “Jeez, [M/C]! How could you even….. honestly!…”

He turned fully toward you, a sweet smile on his face. “It’s not selfish. I’m really happy that you think that way. I don’t think I could have picked a better, more patient woman to be my partner.”

“Johji…..”

You couldn’t even tell what kind of face you were making anymore; you just knew that one minute you had been steeped in self-doubt, and the next you felt like you were on cloud nine.


He chuckled, putting a hand up to push your hair away from your forehead and giving the revealed skin a soft peck.

“You should be more careful with your expressions,” he mumbled quietly. “That face you’re making right now is so cute, I can barely control myself~”

Your breath caught in your throat, and he chuckled lowly. “Haha~ Juuuust kiddiiiing~”

He pulled away from you, a mischievous smile playing across his features. “I’ve got an idea. Since you’re so good at listening to me talk about history, surely you remember just about aaaaall of it?”

He took your hands in his, lifting them up to his face. “So, how about I quiz you? And for every question you get right…”


He leaned up, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “…I’ll give you a kiss as a treat. That sounds fun, right?”

You nodded, vigorously. This was more like him; you were relieved that the situation had been resolved, and that he seemed to be back to his old, goofy self again. Compared to the short-lived silent treatment you were getting before, this sounded more like a dream come true than simple ‘fun’.

He smiled brightly, standing up in front of you, your hands still loosely encased in his.

“Okay, here’s you first question: What is the name of the captain of the first squad of the Shinsengumi?”

That was easy. He’d only mentioned it about twenty times at the museum. “Okita Souji was.” You answered.

“Mmhmm~ Very good.” He praised.

Closing his eyes, he leaned in and placed a soft peck against your cheek. You let your eyes flutter shut, feeling his whetted lips grace your skin.

“Alright, next.” He lilted, pulling back. “What was the unsavory nickname given to the Shinsengumi group?”

“Um… it was Mibu’s Wolves, because the village of Mibu was where they were first stationed.”

“Also correct. Come here~”

He pulled you closer, leaning to meet you halfway. With careful precision, he planted a soft, barely-there kiss against your lips.

“Hm…. name one of the spies that worked under Hijikata.”

You took a shakey breath. “Sh-Shimada Kai… or Susumu Yamazaki..”

He hadn’t moved from before, so you could feel him smile against your lips. “That’s TWO officers… no matter…”

He gently pushed against your lips, the kiss deeper than the first. He raised his hands to cradle your jaw, and with your hands free you planted your palms against his chest.
You found it funny how quickly you had come unwound from a simple kiss; you could barely string three words together in your head.

“Hah… when did the…Ezo Republic form?…”

“J-January…. 1889…”

No praise this time; he swept down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. This time, it lasted much longer, pushed much deeper; you felt his tongue playfully tap against you bottom lip, but he pulled away before you could respond in kind.

“….. What were we doing?”

“Quizzing me…”

“Right, right…”

He leaned down again, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. Not one to miss a beat, you responded with an open-mouthed kiss, allowing him to sweep his tongue over yours.

All semblance of thought forgotten, your hands slipped up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer until his body was flush against yours, stationed directly between your legs. He tasted like chocolate and smooth rum, two flavors you’d become accustomed to.

His hands dropped from your face, trailing down your neck and collar until they wound down to your waist. His thumbs pressed into the thin fabric of you pajamas, reminding you of what little was between his hands and your skin.
Just as you raised your hands from his shoulders to run your fingertips up into his hair, he let out a low groan, his hands traveling from your hips to your thighs, pulling them up against his waist…

“The… last shogun… who was the last shogun… before the Meiji period…?” he breathed.

You tilted your head up, letting him teasingly trail his lips over your neck.

“Shit, um….. Tokugawa something…Yoshinobu…”

"Yes, Tokugawa Yoshinobu.” He affirmed. “Did you just curse?”

“Do you care….?”

"Hahaha….”

He bit down gently on a part of your neck, and it was all you could do to suppress the embarrassing sound that begged to roll off your tongue. You settled for a loud sigh, and a sharp intake of breath.

“… You look so cute, [M/C]~” Johji praised.

“Th-that wasn’t a question.” You responded shakily.

“Hmm….”


Your fervent kissing escalated, until he was pushing your button-up shirt open and your fingers clung desperately to his back. Picking you up by your backside, your legs already wrapped around his waist, he carried you to the corner booth you liked to sit at. You always did your homework here, talked with your old friends and had meals….

“J-joh…..oh…..”

Cold air hit your skin as you found yourself lying on your back against the wood table, your pajama bottoms being tugged down to your ankles. Joji hummed in delight, kissing you over your collarbone, down to the swell of your uncovered breasts. He huffed, letting a warm breath tease your chest before his mouth closed over one of your nipples, sucking playfully on it. You moaned softly, back arching slightly off the table as his free hand caressed your untouched chest, playing with the other bud until it hardened under his finger tips.

You panted, wishing you could hitch your legs around his waist again so that you could at least satisfy the steadily growing ache you felt by grinding up against him. But your pajama pants still hung at your ankles, and even without them your legs were pinned down by his. It was almost as if he were trying to drag the encounter out.

A chill suddenly came in contact with you newly whetted chest, and you gasped, watching through heavily-lidded eyes as Johji pulled his lips away, casting a smoldering gaze up at you.

“Hah…. what’re you getting so flustered for~ I’m only just getting started~” he cooed, traipsing his fingers over the skin of your torso. They trailed teasingly over your sides, making you squirm as they traveled lower, playing with the waistband of your panties. “Hn… you want these off, too?” He asked, letting his finger slip underneath the band.

You wiggled your hips, in a vain attempt to make them slide further down. “Joh… don’t tease me…” you begged.

He licked his lips, a playful smile spreading across his features. “Aw, you know I’m just kidding~ I couldn’t tease a woman as earnest as you.” He sat down in the booth, his face right above your knees. “That being said, I can surely give you a pleasant experience. What do you think?”

“Y-yes… please…” you breathed, your legs moving to rub against each other, unconsciously trying to quell the throbbing ache you felt between them. With a nod, he reached up to take you by your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. You closed your eyes and let your head rest back on the cool surface, waiting…

You almost gasped audibly when he finally tugged down your undergarments, exposing your hot core to the cold air. His fingers pushed the offending fabric down and off your person, along with the pajama bottoms that had still been situated around your feet.

“Wow, [M/C],” he commented breathlessly, pressing his index finger right over your dripping core, “all we did was kiss, but look at how wet you got~ I’m feeling kind-of flattered~”
You whined, opening your eyes just enough to give him an impatient look. “Jooooh….”

"Sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized, sitting up straight, “I just got caught up in it…”

He tugged your body closer, his hands prying your legs open. You trembled, feeling yourself seated right at the edge, wondering what he had planned—-

“Ooh— OH! Oh, god!”

Your toes curled tightly as he propped you legs up over his shoulders, leaning down to experimentally flick his tongue over you moist sex. He hummed in delight, holding onto your thighs as he delved deeper, his tongue parting your lips and immediately going for the sensitive parts underneath. You could feel him lapping up the moisture, hear the squelching sound his tongue made when it flicked against your entrance…

You couldn’t help the soft sighs and moans that fell from your lips; his tongue vibrated against your slit as he chucked to himself. “Nnn…. you taste sweet, [M/C]~” he growled, his small moans sending delicious jolts of pleasure up your spine. His fingers went to work, at first gently stroking your inner thigh, then getting more intimate as he rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your body jolted, a fiery pleasure coursing through you at this new sensation. He wasted no time in lavishing it with attention, first running his tongue along the surface of your clitoris, then leaning in further to suck on it as he moved his fingers to dip into your entrance.

You felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes; your moans increased in volume until you felt you sounded like a broken record, panting and moaning his name. You tried to stay still, not such a hard feat with him holding your waist down.
“Johji…. oh, god…. Joh…”
You could feel your sex practically throbbing, the aching heat now a blazing desire.

Your hands slipped down, grabbing handfuls of his hair as your hips moved involuntarily against his tongue. His fingers pushed deeper into you, stroking your inner walls…

“I’m really…. cloooose…..”

Your breathing hitched, and you could feel yourself nearing a sweet climax, your whole body trembling.

But before you could taste release, he pulled away from you, licking his lips. “Wha— hey, you can’t—-!” You whined as his hair slipped through your fingers.
His face tinged pink, he shot you a crooked smile. “Sorry… I don’t want you to come just yet. And… I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer.” He rasped.

He stood, maneuvering his way back to the front of the table. You sat up, taking his shoulders in your hands as he turned you ever-so slightly, leaning up to trail tiny kisses against his stubbled jaw. His hands caressed your legs, and you brought him closer in a deep, meaningful kiss.

“Joh~ I want you~…” you purred against his lips. You could feel the chuckle in his throat as you kissed up his neck, pulling him closer as you laid back down on the table surface. His body looming over yours, a hand at either side of your head, he indulged in kiss after gratifying kiss, sighing softly when he felt your legs close around his.

You let your hands wander, fingertips traipsing the soft fabric of his t-shirt until they reached the hem. Without any hesitation, you pressed further, letting your hands slip under his shirt to touch the warm skin underneath.
He groaned, sitting up just enough to wearily shed his shirt and toss it to the ground (probably the same place your clothes had wound up).

You bit your lip, drinking in the image of his body; for someone who talked a lot of talk about being ‘old’, his chest was surprisingly firm and toned. He didn’t have a lot of muscle, but what he did have — the small biceps that had formed from years of carrying heavy dishes and boxes in the restaurant, and the soft beginnings of abdominal muscles —- you found absolutely captivating. You sighed in content, letting your fingers play across the plane of his chest, drinking in each sigh and hum from his lips, delighting in the thin, soft trail of dark hair that started near his abdomen and continued downwards..

You found yourself at the waist of his jeans, and couldn’t help but give them a tug. Undoing the button was easy work, and you felt a large protrusion in the fabric as you unzipped them…

“Haha~ Someone’s a little impatient~” he rasped, bucking lightly into your hand as you fondled the soft mound. You tsked, licking your lips with an impish smirk.

“Aren’t you the one who said you couldn’t hold back any more~?” You purred coquettishly.

“Mmm… when you’re right, you’re right…”

You pushed his jeans down lower on his hips, feeling his fingers hover over yours to direct them. Closing your eyes, you felt the waist band of his underwear, and the heated skin below them. You traveled further downward, until your nimble fingers touched something hot and swollen.
He let a short sigh from his lips, his eyes slowly closing shut as you gently pulled him out of confinement . He hissed softly at the sudden exposure, and quickly closed the small space between you body and his.

"You’re ready, right?” He asked, a hint of impatience in his voice. He didn’t want to rush, but it was obvious that his own patience was wearing thin.

You responded by reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah~ Please, take me Johji…”

You felt the familiar pressure of him as he pushed into your entrance, letting warmth consume you. You heard him softly curse under his breath, but couldn’t for the life of you put up enough awareness to care.

He sheathed himself inside you smoothly and started slowly, as he usually did. He always commented on how short you were compared to him, how he was afraid he would accidentally break you if he wasn’t careful. You knew you were a bit more sturdy than that, but you loved his gentleness as well.

The feeling of his heated member pulsing and rubbing against your walls left you desiring, though; you needed more. “A-aaah~ Joh….oh….~!”

Your body started to relax, and he sped up in his movements, rolling his hips up into yours in a steady rhythm. He let soft pants and the occasional low groan escape his lips, trying to stay quiet to hear…

“Aaa-aaahn~! Oh, GOD~! Oh, more, more…..~”

He growled, leaning down and biting at your neck, tiny red bruises blooming like flowers on your flushed skin where he kissed. Your voice became louder, needier, and you curled your fingers against his back.

Suddenly, he picked you up by your waist, and started thrusting into you from a different angle. He hit a spot deep inside you that made your body burn white hot, and you bit back a loud cry.

Your hips moved erratically against his, and he let out a hiss of breath against your shoulder; he was nearly doubled over you, his hips thrusting up into yours in a messy rhythm. The sound of your collective cries and breaths mixed with the erotic sound of his skin against yours, your arousal making each encounter echo through the empty bar with a slick ‘smack’.

Through your foggy brain, you vaguely thought of your location. He hadn’t closed the curtains or turned off the lights. Anyone walking by the Black Ship this late at night could probably be able to see you, despite your being in the very back of the room. Though, who would be out this late you couldn’t fathom. You quickly decided it wasn’t worth worrying about.

What now dominated your thoughts was the suddenly approaching release you had been longing for; your back arched up off the table, and he deftly caught you around the waist with his arm.

“I’m so close~!” You moaned, your fingers by now biting into his skin. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close~! Please….. oh…..!”
You could feel your walls throbbing, tightening around his hard member, and he groaned through his teeth.

“Aah…. shit…. me, too……”

His panting became heavier, his breath hot and humid against your neck, and you held on to him for dear life, crying out with every impassioned movement. He thrust up deep, stirring his hips a bit—-

“JOH—- oh………a-ah………!”

You trembled violently, your entire body stiffening as you arched up in a silent scream. The sensation of climax was so intense that you could only take sharp, choppy breaths, the only sound that came from your mouth. Your nails dug harshly into his skin, no doubt leaving visible marks.

He clenched his eyes shut, cursing aloud as he struggled to move through your orgasm. With you squeezed around him so tightly, he found it difficult to move, difficult to think…

As you finally slumped down, letting the burning heat slip out of your system, you felt him still, gripping your hips tightly as a liquid warmth pooled inside of you.

Seconds passed like hours, the both of you struggling for breath, you bodies spent. He slumped over, laying himself next to you on the table.

After a minute or so of blissful silence, the first words out of his mouth made you want to laugh. “No one eats on this table. For the rest of… forever.”

You fought back a snort, squeezing your eyes closed as you giggled behind your hand.

“No one sits at this table anyways, except me.” you mumbled tiredly. “I’ll clean it off.”

“With your tongue?”

“With bleach, Johji.”

“Well damn, you’re no fun.”

You smacked his arm playfully as he chuckled, sticking his tongue out at you. “Juuuust kiddiiiing~!”

You closed your eyes, reveling in the feel of the cool table surface on you hot skin. You could feel something dripping down your thigh, sweat sticking to your skin, bruises blossoming on your waist and your neck…

“It’ll be a part of our history.” You decided, patting the table tiredly. “The kind that doesn’t make it into the history books on purpose.”

—-End Bonus—-

You set down a cup of hot chocolate at your seat, sliding into the booth. “Okaaaay, so. Help me out here.”

You smiled sheepishly at your raven haired friend as he shook his head, casting a glance at your papers.

“You should know this stuff! You’re going to be college-bound in a couple of months— you know I won’t be there to help you study, right?”

"I have to pass the entrance exam first!”

Just as you sighed, playing with the handle of your mug, you heard the bell on the door jingle. You looked up, watching Johji from behind the counter as he smiled, drying a wine glass with a rag. “Welcome to Black Ship— oh, hey Ichigo, Rihito.”

The red-haired boy shuffled up to the counter, arms laden with boxes. You cocked your eyebrow at his expression; his entire face was bright red.

“Hiya, [M/C]-chaaan~!” Rihito lilted, giving you a wink. “You’re positively glowing today~!”

Ichigo grumbled something, pushing the boxes closer to the bar owner.

“Hi Ichy, Hi Richy!” You greeted, giving the both of them a wave.

Ichigo swiveled on his heel, opening his mouth to counter, but stopped when his eyes landed on you. His eyes widened, his nose wrinkling.

“You….. What the hell?! You’re sick!”

You blinked, startled. This wasn’t usually his response to your pet names. “H-Huh!?”

“You nasty sunova—-”

He scowled, turning and rushing out the door. “The both of you are freaking nasty! God!”

You watched him go, confusion on your features. What had you and Haruki done to him?!

From the bar, Rihito stifled a laugh. “Don’t be sad, [M/C]-chan. He’s just embarrassed.”

“For… why?”

He smirked, putting a finger to his lips. “Johji asked him to bring by some extra pastries yesterday, and he stayed up all afternoon making them. He made me carry them up here last night, but by the time we arrived, you guys, uh… seemed busy.”

You felt a hot blush creep up your neck and sting your cheeks. Rihito winked suggestively at you, reaching across the bar to fill a cup with water. “Your secret’s safe with me~”

You wanted to plant your face against the table. You felt absolutely embarrassed.

“What’re you talking about? What happened?” Haruki asked innocently.

“Hahaha~ Oh, nothing~” you heard Johji try to cover with a laugh.

Haruki frowned but seemed to quickly loose interest. “If you say so…”

He turned back to your papers, looking over the stack. You picked up your hot chocolate, suddenly very focused on the color of the hot liquid. “Anyways, it looks like the first portion is going to be on history. I can tutor you if you want…” he glanced up at the owner of the bar and cafe, “but to be perfectly honest, I think Johji could teach you better in that subject.”

“Oh, trust, me, I think he’d enjoy that too~!” Rihito chided from the bar.

Haruki had to reel back to avoid being splashed by cocoa as you coughed into your drink.

Boxer!Luke

Luke Teaches You How to Fight

Hi guys! This is my first ever real attempt at any sort of AU’s, blurbs, or oneshots. Lemme know if you guys like this! PS- I’m kinda going to make this a series, and I’m going to try to incorporate elements of both TattooArtist!Luke and Boxer!Luke.

Word Count: 1678

Rating: PG-13 

Warnings: Eh, just some making out.

You and your boyfriend, Luke, lay cuddled up on your couch, the flickering light of the television sending sporadic, soft white light dancing across your faces. You’ve seen this movie together at least three times before. Neither of you really ever pay attention to the all-familiar unfolding plot, but it’s what the two of you always end up going back to on your weekly date nights. You try to subtly tilt your head back from its home on Luke’s shoulder to sneak a quick glance at his handsome face. You know many attractive guys. But Luke is just…Luke is beautiful.

You take in each of his remarkable features one at a time. How his golden eyelashes fan out across the tops of his high cheekbones as he fights to keep his eyes open after every slow blink. How his strawberry blond stubble only magnifies how chiseled and sharp his jawline is. The way his eyes can change from being the color of warm lagoons and can switch to being two icy fortresses within seconds. The way his jet black lip ring contrasts against his skin and seems to accentuate his currently split and swollen lips. The way the bluish-purple bruise blossoming from the apple of his cheek screams If you think I look bad, you should see the other guy. Though his lean body is bruised and battered from the fight he won two nights ago, it’s still perfect in your eyes. You find yourself tracing your fingertips to follow the many tattoos that litter his bicep and forearm as you stare.

“See something you like?” Luke muses, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, his voice thick and gravelly with exhaustion.

“That Irwin decked you pretty hard,” you quietly say as you gently run your fingertips across his tender cheek. You feel him shrug.

“He got in a few good ones. Not gonna lie. But in the end he’s the one whose man-bun wearing ass was laid out on the ground,” he tries to keep up this whole “tough guy” façade, but you can clearly see the boyish flames dancing in Luke’s eyes.

“Well, either way,” you press a lingering kiss on the corner of his pink lips and swing your leg across his athletic-shorts-clad lap so that you’re straddling him, “I’m very proud of you.” The boyish flames in Luke’s eyes have darkened to glowing embers as you hover your lips over his. You can literally feel the heat emanating from his lips and his now slightly ragged breath fanning across yours.

Luke’s large hands run up and down your sides, leaving a trail of white heat in their wake. He leans in, desperate to connect your lips, but you weave your fingers into his golden hair and hold back, if only for a moment longer. You finally connect your lips in an unhurried, yet still passionate, kiss. Luke’s warm hand makes its way to cup your cheek, his other hand burning on your back and pulling you as close into him as possible. He lets out something between a growl and a sigh as you tug at the hair curling at the nape of his neck and gently take his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Teach me,” you say into the kiss as you begin peppering kisses across his jaw and down his neck—stopping to gently bite below his ear and across his tattooed collar bone.

“T-teach you what?” Luke shakily mutters as your teeth graze the shell of his ear.

You immediately pull back (as if you hadn’t been in a heated makeout session seconds ago) with a huge shit-eating grin on your face. “Teach me how to fight!”

Luke lets out a moan of frustration and runs his tattooed hand down his face. “Y/N! Are you serious right now? I’ve told you no so many times!”

“Please, Luke! All we ever do for dates anymore is watch the same movie over and over! I’ll be careful!”

He gently pushes you off his lap and lays directly over you. “Princess, no. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

You jut your lip out into the most pitiful puppy dog pout you can muster. “Pleeeeeeeease? I know you won’t hurt me! And even if you do, I’ll probably only cry for a second. I’m a tough girl, see?” You give your most menacing growl as you possibly can.

Luke chuckles and shakes his head wearily. “Fine, I’ll teach you the basics of fighting. But just the basics. Like self-defense class at the YMCA basics.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re only doing that because you’re scared I’m gonna be better than you.”

Moments later, you’re standing in your kitchen with Luke. He’s taped your and his hands, claiming that you would thank him for it later. Luke stands in front of you, clad in only his black athletic shorts. He stretches his almost completely tattoo covered arms, every movement seeming to accentuate a different piece of body art.

“Are you sure we should be doing this in the kitchen?” you ask, uncertainty clear in your voice as you eye the table and chairs, as well as the counter, around you.

Luke smiles sweetly. “We’ll be fine! I doubt we’ll need any more space than this. Okay, Princess. Stand like I am.” You try to mimic his stance, and when you think you finally have it right, you look up at him with smiling eyes. Luke bites back a smile.

“Almost,” he says, walking so that he’s standing behind you. “Put this foot back more, almost like you’re at an angle. There ya go!” he sneaks a quick kiss on your cheek. “Okay, now. Put up them hands!”

You raise them in what you believe are two perfectly good fists, but Luke giggles and repositions your thumbs. “Make your fists like this.”

“Why not make them like I had them before?” you question incredulously.

“Do you want broken thumbs?” Luke questions with a cocked eyebrow.

“……No,” you slowly answer.

“I rest my case. Okay! Now since your stance is right, let me teach you how to punch.” You really love this side of Luke. It’s like looking into his world and seeing how passionate he is about boxing.

After being taught how to really knock someone’s lights out (you used that phrase and Luke laughed at you), Luke rubs his hands together. “Alright. What I’m going to teach you next isn’t exactly boxing. It’s kinda used more in street fighting and martial arts.”

Your eyes widen at his words. “Whoa, are you sure you want to bestow this knowledge unto me, sensei?” Luke’s lips press into a thin line.

“No. No, I’m not. But it could help you if someone tries to punch you, so it’s worth you knowing.”

He set you up, teaching you that you grab the attacker’s wrist and pull down—they’re supposed to go down with you. You practice it a few in slow motion, Luke reminding you of what step comes next each time. “Are you ready to try in real time now?” Luke asks as he places a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I dunno, Luke. I still think it’s kinda cramped in here—“

“Don’t be a chicken! You’re the one who wanted to learn in the first place. Come on, it’ll be fine!” A twinge of annoyance pulses through you.

“Okay, fine. Let’s do this. Fight me, Luke Hemmings.” You each get into your stances. As Luke’s right fist springs forward (at a pace that is still extremely slow compared to the speed he’s used to punching with), and you grab his wrist and sink lower to the ground, taking him with you.

For a split second, you feel so badass because you just did this awesome move. But then a loud thump echoes across the small kitchen, and your eyes lock on a stumbling Luke. His head is bent down, but you can tell he’s holding his face. Your hands automatically cover your mouth in horror. “Luke?! What happened? Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“Fuck,” he laughs. “You slammed my head into the counter, you dirty fighter!” He lifts his head so that his face is in full view. You feel all color drain from your face as you take in the sight before you.

Oh my god,” you groan.

“What? What’s wrong? I’m fine Princess!” 

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Luke is acting fine. But as he stares at you, you can clearly see a bead of blood rolling down the side of his face from his eyebrow. Seeing how upset you are, Luke quickly races over to you. “Baby, what’s wrong? Please, talk to me.”

“Y-your eyebrow is bleeding,” you finally manage to stammer out. You can’t believe that you caused him physical pain–you actually hurt him. 

Luke stares at you for a second, then carefully wipes at the red that stains his face. You stand there, dumbfounded, as his chirpy cackle fills up the whole kitchen.

This?” he points to his brow. “This is what you’re going on about?” You feel yourself nod slowly, still feeling extremely woozy at the sight of the injury you caused.

“I’m so sorry!” you cry. Your whole body is shaking uncontrollably. When he sees how unsteady you are, Luke quickly squeezes you flush against his tattooed torso. Immediately, you relax into the sweaty, colored flesh on Luke’s chest.

“Babygirl, this won’t even need stitches. This is nothing compared to what I usually come home with—you know that,” he places a soft kiss into your hair. “I guess I shoulda listened to you, though. No more fighting in the kitchen,” he promises.

He holds you like that for a while, until you’ve stopped shaking. He gently pulls away from you and sweeps a strand of hair behind your ear. “You were right about something else, too.”

“What?” you ask.

“Now I really am scared to fight you.” You slap him on the arm playfully.

“Oh, shut up.”

Luke kisses you softly and pulls you close again. “I love you, Y/N. Even if you do slam my head into the counter sometimes.”

“Fuck you, Luke.”