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His || Jungkook || 0.5

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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  • me as a film critic praising ben c for shaping sherlock into an absurdly realistic human person who exists completely independent of him, changing his voice, posture and overall demeanour to the point where i instantly recognize whether he is in character in a picture: that boy and the other boy?? ??? 2 different boys... ..amazin
thoughts on safe lists

Context: There is a tumblr page that started to build up a list of recs for fics that do not contain certain tropes, and a list of authors that write those tropes so that people could avoid them.

I’m not on the list of authors to avoid, nor did I participate in the construction of that list, so I’m (mostly) leaving the discussion there to others.

But I was on the list of recommended authors, and I had a little verified check mark next to my blog name indicating that I was “safe” to follow because my blog did not talk about any of the tropes. And I have feelings about that, because…you know what? Nobody showed me the list of tropes to be avoided and asked me if I was safe.

I’m a big fan of letting people hate what they hate, and letting people love what they love, within the generalized confines of modern small-l liberalism. I absolutely support people in their desire to identify things they hate and avoid them, and I support people who love that thing loving it, and things tend to work best if lovers and haters get separate rooms. (The confines of small-l liberalism end when someone loves going into someone else’s room and messing with their shit. Don’t do that.) I support tags and blacklists and blocking liberally.

I am old and salty as fuck, so trust me I understand hatred. I also understand that life’s too damned short to waste trying to convince people to hate things they love or love things they hate.

But that’s why creating a list of “safe” authors without consulting those authors is not a great choice. You’re putting me in a room without asking me if I want to be in it.

If you want to put an author on a list as having a “safe” blog to follow for X thing, there is only one way to know if the author is safe for that thing, and that’s to look at the author’s words about that thing. I don’t think I’ve used words to express my opinion about any of the things on that list either way on this blog.

As it is, I happen to love femslash Victor/Yuuri. And multiple A/B/O fics. And multiple fics with stripper AUs and sexwork. All of those things were on the list of bad things to block people for. When I saw the list, I instantly recognized authors I’ve read and loved–@dadvans @forovnix @lazulisong @sparklingwaterbabie @yuurisvictor @phoenixwaller @savour-y @astoryaboutwar at a first glance, and surely many more if I deep-dived and actually clicked on all the URLs.

By putting me on a “safe” list without consulting me, you’re putting me in a position where if I ever reblog something, or squee about a fic I like, I’m going to be making someone who felt like they were in a safe space feel attacked. I don’t want to do that. 

If you are harmed by seeing a thing, please use the ask box instead of assuming that I also don’t like the thing. Telling people I’m safe for X thing when you haven’t verified is a dick move both to the people you’re telling and to me.

TL;DR ASK PEOPLE INSTEAD OF ASSUMING THEY HATE THE SAME THINGS THAT YOU DO.

Work it Out (P.2)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: none? i don’t even think i cursed!

A/N: you guys are so freaking sweet. I got so many requests for a part 2. All your feedback made me feel fuzzy inside. Tags are so confusing no lie but I do cuz you guys are great :) You’ve asked, and I’ve delivered 💛


I half expected someone to rush in after me the moment I closed my bedroom door. I half expected the boys to apologize immediately and admit they were being assholes. Neither of those things happened, and honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about it. I truly did want to be left alone, but the fact that they didn’t even try put me off.

It’s nearly eleven now, and I’m trying to stay awake by watching Disney movies. My arms are wrapped around my elephant pillow, one of the only things I owned from my childhood. I remember the first time someone saw it. It was Clint. He spotted it while we were packing to go on a government conference in Brazil. I was in the lounge, tucking the pillow into my bag when he plucked it out and examined it with a smile on his face.

“Barton!” I’d yelled. I reached for it, but he dodged me, laughing and yelling out to Wanda in the next room.

“Look what I found!” Wanda emerged by the door, glancing curiously at the pillow. “I found it in Y/N’s bag. Look how cute!” he laughed. Wanda shook her head and a pulse of red radiated around her fingers. The pillow was yanked out of his hands by the same pulse and placed it on the table next to me.

“Don’t be mean, Clint, or should I tell her about the picture you have framed in your bedroom of you with Chuck-E-Cheese?” she smirked. I smiled wide and turned to Clint, whose cheeks tinted a slight shade of pink.

Now, sitting on my bed with the pillow, I realize how tired I am of living with a bunch of childish boys. It really was difficult, dealing with their idiocy.

“I need a day off.” I mutter. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. I sigh, knowing the inevitability of having to leave my room. I pause my second time rendition of The Princess and the Frog and tiptoe out of bed. My ear goes up against the cool wooden door, trying to spot any noise. Once the coast is clear, I twist the doorknob and pull, letting my eyes dart down the hall. No one is around. My feet barely touch the ground as I shuffle-jog down to the kitchen, wincing ever so slightly at the pressure on my leg. Once I’ve reached it, I open up a cupboard for the granola bars. I find the box and pull it out, running back to my room.

The door shuts softly behind me, and I un-pause the movie and reach into the box, coming up empty handed. I swear there were some in there earlier today. I reach in again, this time pulling out a slip of folded paper. My face knits into a frown as I unfold it. I instantly recognize the sprawled handwriting as Bucky’s. Exhaling slowly, I begin to read.

If you’re reading this, it means that I either know you too well, or you have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate chip granola bars. I think it may be a bit of both. If you ever want to see your precious bars again, you’ll read this note and follow the instructions in it.

They’re idiots. You know that. And before you get upset about them not apologizing, blame me. I was the one who told them you wouldn’t listen. You’re stubborn that way. I’m writing this because you’re not mad at me (I think), so I know you will be merciful (I hope).

Essentially, they’ve been trying to get us together. They were hoping that what happened was you and me bonding or something like that. They admitted it to me once I started lecturing them. Even though they show it oddly, they have good intentions. Men are really dumb that way, because even when they care about you a lot, they don’t really know how to show it. Trust me, I’d know.

I know you’re probably hungry, so come down to the screen room right now. We’ll be waiting. Please don’t make us wait.

Buck

I sigh, grudgingly trying to keep a smile off my face. Bucky was never one to have a sense of humour, but he knew when to insert it. I pause the movie again, cutting of Tiana’s solo, and pull myself off the bed. My feet pitter patter to the door, down the hall, across the floor. The door to the screen room is open, and I hesitate before stepping in front of the entrance. I nearly gasp at the sight.

The room is filled with granola bars. I mean, filled. There’s a small pile on each surface in the room and some cover the ground. I chuckle slightly at the silliness of it, my eyes finally landing on them. Every single one of the my teammates, all sitting on a couch next to one another. Clint, Sam, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Vision, and Bucky. They look down at the ground, or up at me. By the end of the sofa, Bucky sits with his arms crossed, gazing at me. I smile, shaking my head. “You are insane.” I say to no one in particular. Tony is the first to get up and begin walking.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We were just teasing.” He reaches his hands out, asking permission for a hug. I accept. My chin is on his shoulder as I mumble,

“I know. But I told you to stop.” He pats my back awkwardly like I’m a child.

“We’re guys, you know we can’t listen to reason.” Clint approaches, scratching the back of his head. I release Tony and roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I do.”

After a round of affectionate hair ruffles and half hugs, everyone begins talking of watching s movie. Not focusing much on the conversation, I snag one of the bars from the couch and rip open the packaging. I hear someone chuckle behind me. Spinning around, my eyes meet his.

“Eager, are we?” he says, only loud enough for me to hear over the sound of my friends yelling their movie ideas. I frown in defence.

“I haven’t eaten in hours!” I mumble around my chewing. He smiles at me, giving me an identical half hug to the ones I’ve received so many tonight. His metal hand reaches around my shoulders and he presses himself to me from the side. I lean my head on his chest. We stay there for a few moments, longer than usual. But it feels nice. He finally releases me, his hand snaking the trail on my body and back to his side, similar to the way he let go of my arm in the gym. The thought of it gives me shivers. I look up at him. “Thank you.” I say, a ghost of a smile on my face. His lips match mine, tilting up ever-so-slightly. He nods his head.

“These guys may be dumb, but they had good reason for what they did.” he shrugs. “They want you to be happy. That’s what we all want.” My face breaks into a sly grin.

“And you think I’d be happy with you?” I ask curiously. He shrugs again, a smirk placing his pink lips.

“I guess we’ll never know.” He waggled his eyebrows and begins to back up, his stormy eyes never leaving mine. Once he’s left the room of chattering people, with me clutching the bar in my palms, I sigh wistfully.

“Maybe we will.”

Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook pt.05

{ pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff-ish/slap in the face

Word Count: 4,643

~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡


The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.

I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.

It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.

I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.

 "I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“

I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.

 "My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.

 "Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.

 "Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.

Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.

Do you still wanna talk?

My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.


I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.

 “Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.

The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.

I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.

I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.

 “(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”

Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”

His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.

 “You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”

I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.

 “I like you.”

I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”

“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”

I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.

 “Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.

 “I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”

 “Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”

He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”

 “So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”

 “Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”

 “Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.

 “Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”

Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.

 “How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”

 “Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”

 “Try me.”

I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.

 “You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”

Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.

 “Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.

 “No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”

He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.  

 “Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.

 “You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”

Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.

 “I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”

There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.

Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.

His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.

 “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”

His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.   

 “Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.

 “Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.

I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.

 “Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

 “I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.  

 “Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.

 “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”

I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”

He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.

My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.

 “I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.

I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.

Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.

 “Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”

He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.

 “Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.

My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.

My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.

 “Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.

 “You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.

But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


When I first started playing MM I instantly recognized that Jumin Han was exactly like my sister when it comes to cats. She has been this way since she was a child. It would take me forever to explain how extra she is about her cats…

Well, she just bought wine for her cats……….W I N E

her: I ordered red and white both…because what if Agent likes white more? I need both kinds.

The Retail Guardian Angel returns!

Back in December I submitted a story about this kind older lady with a purple sweater and a patchwork bucket purse who randomly appeared on one of my rough days, comforted me, and then dumped ten Werther’s (those yummy caramels that grandmas always have here in the states) in my hands.
I saw her again today! Same sweater, same purse, but I was on register instead of on the floor and the minute she walked up to mine, I recognized her instantly. She had a full cart of stuff but during the whole transaction she kept asking me if I was doing ok and if I had already worked a long day, giggling with me over some of the silly things she bought, and just generally kept being the nicest lady I’ve ever helped. She also bought a purse and I asked her if she was gonna trade out the one that she already had and she said, “Oh no, sweetie, I always carry this purse. This is the only bag I’ll ever carry.”
So she paid in cash, then reached into her purse and dumped a handful of coffee Werthers (my absolute favorites) onto my counter and winked at me, saying “I don’t forget, sweetie. Stay strong, and don’t worry!”
And once she left the store, she just vanished. I have a pocket full of caramels and I’m only mostly sure that she’s human.

Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”

Twenty-four

The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

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Four word prompt: "S'gonna be okay darling"

The sun was peeking through the blinds as I blinked away the sleep, a slow smile stretching across my face as I felt the rise and fall of Harry’s breathing against my cheek, my arms twined around his waist. It was his day off today. I had just finished exams and tomorrow I was flying with him to LA while he did promo for his new album. I pressed kisses to his back, only waking him because we had both slept in much later than usual.

He groaned and I leaned over to lightly nibble on his earlobe, “Good morning.”

He started to blink slowly as I kissed over his shoulders. He groaned again as I pulled him so he was lying flat on his back and I crawled over him, straddling his waist and then pressing my body to his chest like a koala bear. He chuckled and put a hand to my back, lightly scratching my bare skin.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy and I closed my eyes at the sound as he kissed my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” I said snuggling deeper into his arms.

He laughed, “Then why’d you wake me?”

I propped my head up so my chin rested on his chest, “I missed you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re pathetic.”

I rested my head back on his chest, “Maybe, but you still love me.”

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A LONELY NIGHT | Bucky x Reader

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A/N: Inspired by this song of the same name by The Weeknd. This is Winter Soldier Bucky that is out during a mission rather than the lovable goof we know in present times. Smut warning (I figured it’s been a while since I’ve given you some). Anything in italics is a flashback!


a lonely night

baby girl I loved you on a lonely night

it was the only time

and if I led you on then I apologize

You recognized him instantly when he entered the club you frequented. The swagger in his step is what gave him away, the same as the first night you met him. You watched as he effortlessly walked to one of the booths, watching the dancers in the cages around the room. You longed for his eyes on your body again. It had been almost a year since you last saw him but you would never forget that night. Not for as long as you lived.

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Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1861

Warnings: is ass really a swear? + flashback

A/N: I know that after publishing P1 and P2 so quickly, it was weird of me to get P3 out like two days later. Sorry about that. School is problematic atm, so sporadic updates are to be expected. Anyway, enjoy 💛

I can’t help but think of how similar my position is to the day before: sitting in a deserted conference room, fidgeting with unanswered questions and enough anxiety to put me in an asylum.

The ride over had been terrifying. A short, ripped man staring at me with a straight face had been there to greet me when I reached the bottom of my apartment building. Escorted into a black car and whisked away to the tower, then further escorted into the building and brought to my current situation.

The building, I noticed, had been under a undisclosed chaos as people scurried around, getting where they need to be and doing that they need to do. It’s no doubt due to the attack, and a pang of guilt hits me. So many people dealing with the problem I created.

A commotion outside the room breaks my train of self-deprecating thoughts. Unlike the last conference room, this one isn’t glass. I don’t know anything but the sound of a few people with raised voices—not quite yelling, but getting there. The door opens to a bruised Tony Stark. My breath hitches. Despite knowing he’d be here, it still makes my chest close up at the fact that he’s in my presence, willingly.

“Too late now. Oh well. Buh-bye!” he yells to someone out of sight before waving and shutting the door. I swallow as he looks down at me from across the room. He points his thumb at the wall behind him. “They wanted to send in some ‘representative’ of mine. Apparently those are a thing.” he approaches the table. “But…I needed to see this for myself.” He stares at me intensely, forcing me to look down at my fingers. It’s silent for a few moments, though it feels like an eternity. There’s a purple bruise starting at his jawline and going up to his cheek that makes my stomach churn. “Ok.” he says, rubbing his hands together and walking over to me. I’m sitting on the seat at the very end of the table, so he sits diagonal to me. I don’t look up, instead study my hands as he pulls a chair and plants himself in it. “So,” he says. “mind explaining a few things to me?” I breathe in and shake my head.

“Nice. So I’ll guess we’ll start with,” he leans in close, and I feel myself press back into my chair. “were you sent by anyone? I guess if you were I shouldn’t really trust your word, huh?” He seems to be talking more to himself. I chew on my lip, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“I just got a job here.” I croak. He stares intently at me, sizing me up. I think he realizes there isn’t much to assess, because he leans back into his chair, a little more relaxed.

“Okay. So,” he says, “who the hell are you?” he says. I look up in fear, but he didn’t say it in an aggressive way. He sounds curious. I open my mouth, then close it again.

“I…” I trail off. My lips tip down. Mr. Stark seems to realize that I’m not a very confident person and that I don’t have a sufficient way to answer his question. He sighs and pulls a glass screen out of his pocket.

“Ok.” he says. “I’ll tell you who you are, then.” The screen comes to life, revealing small columns of extensive writing and a small picture of me. I look closely at it. That’s the photo I have on my driver’s license. “Y/N L/N. 25. Born and raised in Michigan. Both your parents moved to Rome three years ago. You have an electrical engineering degree from Harvard. Top of your class. Very nice. You recently parted with an organization that did studies on human mutation?” he asks in surprise. I bite my cheek, which seems to be enough of answer for him. “Why?” he asks again. I breathe in and gather my words before I speak them.

“I found out that they were putting harmful chemicals into their formulas.” I murmur. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he’s narrowing his eyes in thought. “I swear I didn’t know. I found out and I left and I…” my voice quiets at the memory of it, of my boss trying to convince me that they wanted to build a new world, and I get a sick feeling in my stomach.

“Ok.” Tony says finally. “Now, excuse me if I’m a little slow, but how does human mutation know how to find backdoors of a firewall?” he holds up an image on his device that I recognize at the codes I’d decrypted yesterday. I swallow and squeeze my fingertips.

“I..” my voice is a whisper. “My father taught me.” Mr. Stark cocks an eyebrow.

“Family tradition. Great.” I begin to think of where this will go, trying to map out a solution to the worst scenarios when Mr. Stark claps his hands together. “Ok, let’s go.” he says, turning around to leave. My eyes widen. Where?

I scurry to stand behind him, a few paces away as we walk out of the room. When we finally arrive at the same room that all of yesterday’s events took place in, I can’t help but look at the radars nervously as if that little triangular threat may appear on any one of them.

“Um…” I say with a bit more ease. “Why are we here?” Mr. Stark looks over at me as if he’d only just realized I was there.

“You, my dear,” he points at me, “are gonna show me exactly how you got through my firewalls.”

After the same black car with the same short, buff man drop me off at home, I practically burst through my apartment door, a sound of relief and exhaustion being released from my lips.

After arriving at the tower early that morning, I’d gotten home at five. I didn’t have to do any physical work that would’ve tired me out, but the amount of awkward conversing and quiet politeness that was maintained in the seven or so hours made me have to resist the urge to take a nap.

Upon her request, I text Penny as soon as I plop down on the couch. She sends me back a picture of her behind a counter, her eyes rolled so hard her irises are barely visible. ‘How’d it go?,’ she asks. I ponder on a response.

‘Idek. I spent 7 hrs fixing bugs in his system. He left halfway thru and some associate replaced him.’

Once I hit send, I decide to change out of my clothes. After my body is comfortably blanketed with a Michigan state hoodie from my younger brother and grey pajama shorts, I pull back the blinds of my windows, return to the couch, and begin to recall what happened over the course of the day.

After I had given Mr. Stark a step-by-step run through of my hacking, I quickly began to notice more holes in his system. I pointed them out sheepishly each time, cringing at the confusion and annoyance on his face. There’s no doubt that it bothered him to have some kid point out his mistakes. I think he quickly got over it though, because he seemed far more interested in how I learned all this.

“Why would you get a job here?” he’d gestured around the lab. “You did mutations. What brought you here?” I looked away, letting my hands freeze on the keyboard they had been furiously typing on.

“I wanted to get away from it.” I said quietly. “I got my degree in electrical engineering, so I was out of my field anyway. I wanted to do something else.” My. Stark was silent for a while. From that point on, he toned down his nosiness and was much gentler. It was odd, and I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t a kicked puppy. I was just anxious to be around a Stark. I felt as if I hadn’t earned my place to be there.

The vibration of my phone beside me let my thoughts be pushed to the back of my head. Penny had replied. 'Weird. Maybe he had business. He is Tony Stark after all. I’m gonna stay at derek’s tonight. U gonna be ok?’ I sigh, chewing my lip. As much as I don’t want to be alone, I would never drag Penny away from her love life. I quickly reply, sassily reassuring her that I can take care of myself. She sends back a few hearts and returns to work. Left alone in the silence of my living room, I let my thoughts roam as I stare out at the busy streets of New York.

Throughout my entire life, I’d always been a pushover. It kind of daunted me, the way I interacted with people. I felt that little nagging in my chest every time I couldn’t find my voice, and every time I conceded to something I wasn’t comfortable with. The thought had been gnawing at me for the past two days. I noticed how I acted around strangers. It made me a hate a little part of myself, something I had struggled with for so long. The only reason I had managed to make it this far was because Penny had been with me. But now that she and Derek were entering their third year of being together, a little selfish part of me feels scared that she would leave me in the dust. That fear in me that I had suppressed for so long, ever since I was a kid being raised by the man who was supposed to be my father, the fear that one day I’d look around and find I was carrying the world’s weight on my own, it bubbles up inside me now. It’s stronger than it has been in a long time.

“Again.” the rough voice growled, its distinct accent growing stronger with its anger. I swallow and dart me fist out at his shadowed face. He blocks it easily, looking down at with an emotion I can’t recognize. Was it hate? Disgust? Disappointment? Fear rose in my chest. Was my performance dropping?

A banging jolts me upright, a pillow falling off my face. I recognize the same windows from last night, the busy streets not so busy anymore, and I instantly recognize it as morning. I rub my eyes. How long did I sleep for?

The same banging makes me jump out of my skin, nearly falling off the couch. I groan. Penny forgot her keys again. I drag myself off the couch, pulling my shorts out of my ass as I walk to the door.

“I swear, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed onto yo—” the words die on my tongue as I open the apartment door to two men in dark suits push into my home. “Hey—” I begin, but I’m yanked back, feeling a pinch on my arm and spots in my vision.

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Last post about Star Wars Celebration, I swear, but this is important.

I had been up since 4:30am, I was exhausted and worn out and a little emotional from just having watched the premiere of The Last Jedi trailer when I was standing in the middle of the show floor, almost zoned out.

I looked over and saw a dog waddling along with a pink sparkly collar. I recognized him INSTANTLY. It was Gary, Carrie Fisher’s dog.

I froze. I didn’t want to intrude on them if that was their personal dog but I was sure, I was so sure it was him. So I dropped my stuff, shouted at my friend to watch it for a sec, and chased after them, weaving in and out of the crowds until I caught up.

He’d only been recognized by one other person, who asked if he could take a picture. His handler said, he was sorry, they were on their way somewhere. I ran forward, knowing it would be my last chance.

“Excuse me, is that Gary? Like is that really him?”

I almost couldn’t believe it. His handler nodded but didn’t move so I said, “I know I can’t take a picture but can I please pet him?”

He said, “Oh yeah, of course.”

So I crouched down next to Gary and gave him a little pet beneath his ears. He just looked at me, tongue hanging out as usual. Then him and his handler disappeared and I turned to walk back to where my friends were.

And suddenly I started bawling, right there in the middle of the show floor. I couldn’t stop.

Carrie’s death had been real to me, of course, but it didn’t really hit me until that moment. And of course I was tired and exhausted and probably more emotional than was rational but I could not stop crying the more I thought about it.

Gary is a living, breathing part of Carrie’s heart that we still have, and in that moment I was so, so grateful for him. I was so grateful to get to even just come in contact with a part of Carrie’s love and legacy and I know it sounds crazy but I swear in that moment I felt her

I’m so grateful knowing that Carrie still lives on forever. It might sound cheesy but she’s still so very alive in every single musical tribute, in every single word she’s ever written, in every little girl dressing up as Leia and bossing their siblings around. And even in her beautiful, slack-jawed french bulldog.

Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up with Sirius sleeping on my chest. He was holding me tight with his arms wrapped around me. I slid my fingers in his messy hair, softly massaging him. His grip on me tightened and his touch made me shiver. I loved when his hands were on my skin. After all these years I still felt tingles when he touched me. I looked at my bedside table to look at the alarm clock and saw a little piece of paper. I instantly recognize Regulus’ handwritting on it.

“At James and Lily’s with Teddy. How about you two have a relaxing day? See you later!

-Regulus
Ps: Teddy says hi!”

I smiled at the note, picturing Regulus scribbling this note with a smiling Teddy in his arms. Regulus was so good with kids. He really missed his girlfriend Sophie. She was on vacation with her parents but I sent her a letter so she could come and surprise him next week. She also wanted to meet Teddy and Harry since she’s Lily’s cousin. I looked down at Sirius who was slowly walking up.

“Goodmorning m'love.” I whispered, realising how deep my voice was.

“Mhmm.. Goodmorning babe.. How did you sleep?” He said looking up at me, rubbing his eyes.

“Good. Regulus took Teddy to James and Lily’s. He said that we needed a day off.” I smiled, brushing a strand of his black hair away from his face.

“Really? Well that’s nice of him.. How about we just lay in bed all day?” Sirius said, kissing my lips.

“Oh that would be lovely! We can watch a movie and empty those boxes that are lying there since we moved!” I said.

“Oh yeah we could! These boxes are filled with my old Hogwarts stuff!” Sirius smilled to himself.

We had breakfast in bed. Chocolate milk, fresh croissants and fresh fruits. It was delicious. We just sat in bed and emptied the two remaining boxes. I found some old notes filled with Sirius’ doodlings. I showed them to him and he told me the story behind them. He also found his muggle band t-shirt that he’s looking for. I finally reached the bottom of the box. I was about to throw it away when I saw a piece of paper folded. I took it and slowly opened it, expecting another sheet full of notes. But it wasn’t.

“Dear Remus,
I realised that my feelings towards you were more than the friendship we have. It’s hard to admit it but I always felt this towards you. Since the day we met I have had this crush on you but I always denied it because.. Well.. boys aren’t supposed to love boys. I don’t think I’m brave enough to tell you face to face so I’ll tell you now. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with the freckles on your cheeks. I’m in love with your curly hair. I’m in love with the way you bite your lip softly when you read. I’m in love with your flushed cheeks and your awkward giggles. I’m in love with you. All of you. Well.. that’s it so.. I hope you’ll still talk to me after this.. but I needed to tell you.

With love, Sirius.”

I held the paper close to my chest and smiled.

“Oh no don’t tell me you found that..”

I turned around and saw a blushing Sirius. He had a hand on the back of his neck, trying to hide his embarassment.

“Sirius why didn’t I get it? When did you write this?” I said, walking closer to him.

“I wrote it in the middle of a long night in 5th year. I never got the nerve to give it to you.. but I knew that one day I would. That night, you had a nightmare and asked me if I could stay with you. You were adorable. I held you close to me so you could feel protected. I couldn’t give it to you.. I tried but.. I couldn’t. So i kept it, thinking that one day, we would be together and we would laugh about it.. I guess my wish came true.” He smiled.

“Pads.. I love you..” I said, taking his cheeks in my hands and kissing his lips.

“I love you too. Are you going to keep this embarassing piece of paper?” He giggled.

“Of course I will! This is so adorable!”

And we spent the rest of the day, cuddled into eachother watching a muggle movie.

-Remus
April 21st 1978

The evening of February 1st, 1924 — decades before she had a similarly profound first encounter with dance — 44-year-old Keller had a transcendent experience. With her hand pressed against the radio receiver in her living room, she “heard” a live Carnegie Hall broadcast of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D minor, also known as Ode to Joy — one of humanity’s most beloved pieces of music, which Beethoven, by then deaf himself, had composed exactly 100 years earlier.

The following day, Keller wrote an electrifying letter of gratitude to the New York Symphony Orchestra, articulating the trans-sensory transcendence of her experience and of music itself.

Keller writes:

Dear Friends:

I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibrations, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roll of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voice leaped up trilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices. I felt the chorus grow more exultant, more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth — an ocean of heavenly vibration — and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.

Of course, this was not “hearing” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sensed, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand — swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.

As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marvelled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others — and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.

Let me thank you warmly for all the delight which your beautiful music has brought to my household and to me. I want also to thank Station WEAF for the joy they are broadcasting in the world.

With kindest regards and best wishes, I am,

Sincerely yours,

(Signed)

HELEN KELLER

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

“What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat.”

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, “You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  

~

“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush’s kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just…  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That’s when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su—

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.

~

My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no…focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

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Music Shop

Prompt: Imagine Gerard taking you to a local record shop in New Jersey

I tried to make this an entire one shot but I got lazy because I woke up at 5am and spent two straight hours thinking about Dan and Phil

Genre: Just pure fluff to be honest


“Y/N… I know that this new school is difficult for you,” My mom paused, a pitiful look in her eyes, “but just remember that you can always talk to me, right?”

I nodded, a fake smile plastered on my face, “Sure, mom.”

My mom stood up, a look of resounding success on her face, like she had won the argument. “Good talk. Also, Donna wanted me to tell you that she would love it if you and her son could talk to each other more.”

Stifling a laugh, I played along. “Why’s that?”

She hummed, “I suppose they think that Mikey could use more friends. I think the same about you but…” Mom trailed on absently.

“Well then. I think we got that squared away. But honestly consider it, okay? I think you and the Way boy could be good friends,” she said happily, closing the door behind her with a resolved click.

To my mother’s dismay, Mikey wasn’t the Way brother that I was more interested in. I let out a sigh of relief, turning towards the wardrobe. “She’s gone. You can come out now.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Gerard pushed open the doors, a mischievous grin on his lips. “Close one, huh?”

I scoffed, “It wouldn’t have to be close if you could be quiet.”

“Whatever… So how’s your famed school integration coming along? Got your schedule yet?” Gerard asked, sitting next to me on the bed and pulling his leg up to his chest.

“No. I’ll get it tomorrow though,” I muttered with an air of bitterness laced around the edges.

The dark haired teen offered me a sympathetic smile, “Listen, I remember you said you missed your music shop back in L.A, right?” I nodded, “Well It’s not exactly around the block but Michelle’s place is pretty close by and she’s got all the latest shit. I might be able to get you an album or two for free if you can convince me.” He said with a cheeky grin.

I gasped, gleeful realization sweeping over me. I threw my arms around Gerard’s shoulders, giggling excitedly like a goddamn schoolgirl.


“Hey, Michelle! You here?” Gerard called out inside the empty shop. Soon a woman with frizzy dark hair, dark skin, and brown eyes emerged from the room behind the desk.

The store was small, containing a main room  that only featured a few rows of albums and records, a restroom with a sign that missed a few letters, and a back room where Michelle appeared from.

She smirked, resting her hand against the counter. “Well if it isn’t my least favorite customer. Who’d you drag along this time?”

“Nobody, actually. Y/N wanted to come.” He said with his hands in his pockets, eyes wandering over the album covers.

Michelle raised an eyebrow, “Damn. You found a girl who has a taste like yours?” Gerard nodded. “Well you found yourself a keeper, Way. So keep her.” Michelle said before disappearing behind the counter, shouting something along the lines of “opening the new shipment”

“So… How many others?” I asked tentatively, stepping closer to the rack of CD’s.

“Not as many as you think, I’ll give you that. The most recent one was about a month or two ago. She had to move to fucking Canada and knew that those long distance relationships never work,” Gerard spoke like it didn’t really matter as he flipped through the records in the other part of the store.

“Gotcha…” I was severely bothered by his ease for some reason, despite not knowing Gerard for long. It wasn’t like we were dating or anything like that. I had only moved in a week ago.

All thoughts of confusing jealousy evaporated as my eyes fell on a certain picture. Buried underneath another stack of Ramones cds laid an art cover that I instantly recognized just by the corner of the plastic.

“No way, you’ve got Siamese Dream?” I beamed, clutching the album. Gerard looked shocked, walking over to me with a dorky grin spreading on his lips, “You like Smashing Pumpkins?” I nodded eagerly, tucking the CD under my arm to fish around for money in my back pocket when Gerard pulled my hand back.

“I said I’d pay for it, right?” He chuckled, waving a few dollars in his hand.

“No, you said you’d pay for it if I convinced you. And what have I done to do that?”

Gerard hummed, “Y/N, you like Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana, you’ve already impressed me.”


Jesus that was a drabble wasn’t it

Can someone just fucking kill me already my writers block is STILL HERE

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Close Your Eyes//Theo Raeken

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44 with theo from teen wolf pleaseee 💖

44: “Close your eyes”

Italics are Y/N’s thoughts :)

Y/N POV

I didn’t know what to expect when Theo asked me out here..

“Hey, meet me in the woods tonight at 8” he said “I want to show you something” he said.

What a lovely idea.

Maybe he found out that I liked him and wanted to reject me while I was alone, or maybe murder me, I haven’t decided yet.

I stood there alone in the dark wood, the sound of leaves rustling in the crisp autumn air filled my ears. My mind wandered as I waited for Theo, thinking about the blue eyes I could get lost in forever, his strong arms to wrap around me in the cold upcoming weather..

Geez Y/N, quit pining, he doesn’t even like you like that, or at all as far as I know..

I was pulled from my daze when I heard a stick snap behind me and my heart dropped

You’re out here alone.

In the woods.

At night.

Before I could react, two hands reached around my head and covered my eyes. I could recognize Theo’s scent almost instantly, so warm and inviting.

“Guess who?” he asked. I could even hear the smile on his face as my heart melted.

“Very funny Theo, you almost scared me half to death” I laugh while reaching to bring his hands down.

As I turned to look at him, I lost my breath. He looked amazing in his soft red flannel; plus a leather jacket and a smile like his? I think he is trying to kill me.

After the embarrassingly long time I took gawking at him, I finally pulled myself together.

“What did you want to show me?” I asked, trying to clear my throat inconspicuously.

“Okay, but first give me your hand” he said. My heartbeat sped up so much when our hands met, he must’ve heard it.

“Alright, now: close your eyes”.

I did as he asked, and followed him as he led me through the trees. After a few minutes of Theo making sure I didn’t break an ankle trying to follow him, he slowed and let my hand go. In the few seconds of silence, I heard Theo’s rapid breathing. Was he nervous?

“We’re here. Open your eyes” he said, voice much softer than usual.

My eyes flutter open and I almost can’t believe the sight before me.

Theo, with a nervous smile on his face and a picnic basket in hand, a blanket spread on the soft grass, candles lit surrounding the palette before us, and stars shining brightly in the dark sky.

I was speechless.

I think a little too speechless, because the surprised look on my face didn’t fade until Theo’s voice filled my ears.

“D-do you like it?” he asked.

I’ve never seen him like this, so uneasy and vulnerable.

He’s cute when he’s nervous.

“I-I love it Theo. It’s beautiful.. Did you do this all for me?”

“Of course I did, I wanted tonight to be perfect” he said.

I walked over to him and laced my arm through his.

“It is Theo, it is” I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.


Writer’s Note: Hi everyone!! I’m so sorry I haven’t been super active, school is super busy and stressful, but I’m going to try to post more often. As always, thank you for the request anon, and I hope you like it!