if i could i would come visit you right now

New Neighbor

pairing: Yoongi x reader
genre: Smut, fluff if you squint
warning: M for my undying thirst
word count: 3756

You finally work up the courage to bring your cute new neighbor home after some liquid courage, you get what you’ve been pinning for since you saw him in the mail room.

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was the gin and tonic in your hand or your excruciating dry spell that made him so attractive. Through your hazy vision you attempted to trace the outline of the man who stood two inches too close to you, his choice of poison intoxicating you further. His elbow, steady against the bar, supported his lithe frame as his gaze found yours through locks of blonde hair.

Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning your pink glow into a deep shade of crimson, and you pray that the bar’s dim lighting would shield you from the embarrassment. You flash your new neighbor a stupidly wide smile only to receive a smirk in return, why the fuck did liquid courage make you look like a fool instead of seductress? You’ve done nothing but solidify the fact that you haven’t gotten dicked down in a year at this welcoming party by freezing up whenever a male so much as looked your direction. Why did you agree to come to this gathering where you knew no one anyways? It was your ex-boyfriend who played the friendly neighbor with this apartment’s college inhabitants, and you didn’t bother to follow up with any of the friendships since you kicked the bastard out all those nights ago.

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Yesterday I saw an anti ironpanther post on my dash and surprise, surprise, spite is a very good motivator for me to start writing again. So have some courting, and arc reactor issues and getting together, since that is what @ir0nshield asked for. Watch out for the cut since this is almost 3k words long.


Dealing with T’Challa after the whole mess with the Accords was easier than Tony would have thought.

Sure, T’Challa, and T’Chaka before him, had been for the Accords in the first place, but T’Challa was also housing the rogue Avengers and Tony wasn’t sure what to expect from him.

But T’Challa was nothing if not polite, and Tony tried to be the same in return. After all, T’Challa was a big force behind the Accords and Tony could need him in his corner if Ross suddenly decided that Tony belonged into the raft as well.

Tony was rubbing at the skin around the arc reactor, the cold always made it hurt, when T’Challa entered the conference room.

“Mr. Stark,” he greeted Tony and Tony almost flinched.

“Let’s stick to Tony, Mr. Stark was my father, King T’Challa,” he said and T’Challa thoughtfully tilted his head.

“Only if you can forget the king,” he gave back and Tony huffed.

“Nothing easier as that, Mufasa.” Tony wasn’t sure if the Lion King was a thing over in Wakanda, but going by the tilt to T’Challa’s mouth it definitely was.

“I think I am more Simba than Mufasa, wouldn’t you agree,” T’Challa said and proved Tony right.

“If you say so, Simba,” Tony replied with a smile and then stilled when T’Challa’s gaze fell onto his chest.

“Is it still hurting from the injury?” he asked and Tony forced himself to lower his hand.

He never liked it when the attention was on the arc reactor.

“Maybe. It just hurts sometimes,” he gave back, not willing to tell T’Challa that it was the injury and the cold and the reactor in general. He didn’t need to know that.

T’Challa obviously noticed Tony’s hesitation in talking about the reactor and thankfully dropped the matter.

They were talking about Rhodey and his recovery when the other members of the Accords came in and from then on it was only business with them.

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A/N: I’m trying to kill three birds with one stone, so to speak. Hope y’all don’t mind. Also, as always, I do my best to keep things gender neutral and open enough so that everyone can enjoy the feels, but if I’ve slipped up and included a specific pronoun, please let me know so I can change it.

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Word Count: 1,218

Title: Surprise!


Long distance relationships were hard. That was something everyone had told you and Tyler when you announced that even though he was moving to L.A that you were both still committed to each other. So many people had told you that long distance put a strain on things and that things wouldn’t be the same when you saw each other again, but you both were determined to make things work.

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Bang Bang

Bang bang

 

The first time Will saw a gun, he knew that was what he would want to hold forever in his hands.

His father, just returning from war, couldn’t be prouder of his son.

“I wanna be like you! Fighting all the bad guys with my gun! Bang bang!” William said, happily, pretending to hold a gun on his little hands and making the movement of a shooting gun. His father laughed and nodded as his mother watched them from the kitchen, worry on her expression.

“That’s my boy… You will kill all the bad boys and make daddy very proud” he said and kissed Will’s head, the boy beaming and grinning with excitement.

“I will make you proud daddy! I will!”

———-

Bang bang

“I don’t like war movies” Celine whined as she leaned against Damien. He shrugged.

“Yeah I know but William loves them for some reason” he said and Mark chuckled.

“He just likes guns, like every American I guess” he shrugged as well and hummed happily, laying on Celine’s lap. The three of them were in the back of the bed as they watched the movie, with William sitting in front of the three of them, eyes fixated in the movie. How accurate their movements were. What was their strategy.

He just loved it all so much.

“He seems… possessed” Mark mumbled and Damien frowned, slapping his friend’s head while Celine bit her bottom lip, worriedly.

“Not possessed but… I don’t like this excessive love” she mumbled and Damien rolled his eyes.

“You two worry too much. He just likes it. It’s not like he is going to the army any time soon. Don’t worry” he said and the two looked at the smartest of the group. “Probably just some extreme love for the movies, it’s alright”

It was alright.

He hoped.

—–

Bang bang

 

“I am going to the army!”

Mark spit his drink. Celine’s burger fell from her hand. Damien stared at Will is shock.

“What?!” the politician choked out, making Will frown before he grinned widely.

“I was accepted as a cadet in the army! I am leaving in two months!” he said happily. “I don’t know where my first mission will be in but I am so excited! Can you im-”

“You can’t go!”

Celine flinched and Mark looked at Damien slowly. The man looked completely exasperated at his friend’s happiness, his eyes wide and cheeks red in anger.

William was just confused.

“What why?” he asked, frowning. “You were one to always say to follow our dreams. And I just did it! I am going to the army!”

“Being in the army isn’t a dream!” Damien yelled back, and Celine shook her head as Mark held his friend’s hand.

“Calm down there” he said but Damien pulled his hand away and stared at Mark, making him raise his hands and look away. “Alright…”

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” Will asked, his voice breaking a bit, and Damien looked at him, fuming in anger.

“Why?! Because I also wouldn’t be happy if you were jumping off a bridge! This is suicide at its best William!” he said, his voice high pitched and weird. William’s hurt eyes slowly shut down and he furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes.

“If I wanted to die I would shoot my head, you idiot. This is my dream. This is all I have ever wanted to do. And now I am so close, all I wanted was some support from my friends”

Damien looked at him and then let out a dry and hoarse laugh.

“Support from your friends? Well then you can call me your enemy because I am never going to support this” he said and stood up, grabbing his bag. “Have a nice day, a nice two months and a nice mission. I will visit you at your grave”

Damien walked away without looking back, clearly pissed, and Celine went right after him, calling his name as Will deflated and looked down. Then, Mark held his shoulder.

“Its okay buddy. He will come to terms with it. I think it’s pretty cool”

He smiled, a little

———

Bang bang

 

He had never thought that shooting a real human being would be so different from shooting a practice target.

He never thought the light of someone’s eyes could really disappear once they died.

But now he knew it was all true.

His first target was dying in front of him, hand on his chest, his eyes contorting and turning almost desperately.

If he wanted to say something, it died with him.

“Cadet! Take cover!”

He didn’t hear it very well, but he did as commanded.

He laid down behind their structures and closed his eyes, the man’s face returning to his brain as if he had just do it.

He had just done it.

He had just killed a man.

And the worst yet…

It felt amazing.

The power in his hands.

The desperate fear.

He felt like throwing up.

What was happening to him?

Perhaps…

Perhaps Damien had been right.

He shouldn’t have come.

He shouldn’t have done this.

But now it was too late.

He opened his eyes again, determined, and grabbed his gun, moving away from their covers and laughing like a maniac as he shot all the enemies he saw in front of him on his way to the other cover.

One, two, three, four, five dead.

He had never felt so alive.

——-

Bang bang

“It was an accident! I swear…”

His eyes widened as Y/N fell all the way down to the other floor. He looked back at the detective, desperate, his hand trembling as he saw the pool of blood next to him. He looked at his gun and threw it away, shaking, trembling, before rushing to the stairs.

And then he saw the cane.

He looked at the door and walked to it, taking the cane that once belonged to his dear friend, holding it tight against his chest as he slowly walked down the stairs.

He was alone.

Completely alone.

“Did I…” he mumbled, shakily, sitting on the bench next to Y/N’s body. “Did I kill them?”

Did he kill Mark?

Did he kill Damien?

Did he kill Celine?

Did he?

He killed the detective.

He killed Y/N.

He held the cane tighter as his eyes teared up, a desperate feeling in his chest.

It was all his fault, wasn’t it?

Even if he hadn’t killed them, he slept with Mark’s wife. He ruined their friendship. He destroyed everything…

It was all his fault.

All his fault.

He was the wrong one.

He was the one messed up.

He sobbed, holding the cane close to himself as he curled up.

His hat fell from his head and removed his jacket angrily, throwing it away with all his patches.

He didn’t deserve them. He had killed his friends.

And then…

Then, Y/N returned.

And he laughed.

Maybe he hadn’t killed anyone after all.

——

Bang bang

“Crazy psychopath sleeps with wife of an innocent man and kills the entire family, including baby, before setting the house on fire” Wilford read, humming and rolling his eyes. “They didn’t even mention my moustache. Amateurs.”

“Do you really think that is your biggest problem Will?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrow, and Wilford shrugged.

“I don’t see the big deal, to be honest. They will come back one way or another, it just lowered the family’s rate in earth for a bit of time”

He held his gun close to his face, looking at it not to miss any detail now that he was cleaning it.

It was just as beautiful as ever.

He smirked and held it the right away, looking towards the man trapped as the aiming target on the other side of the room.

Bang bang.

Careful What You Wish For pt.2// Yoongi Angst // TRIGGER WARNING**

Trigger Warning // This scenario does involve suicide attempt and some harsh language, please do not feel as if you should subject yourself to this topic if you do not want to. If you ever need help dealing with an abusive relationship, bullying, etc, where you feel as if you want to commit suicide, please do not be afraid to message me and we’ll talk it out together, and we’ll get you the help you need lovely. You are beautiful and should never think of suicide as an answer.♥

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Originally posted by sugagifs

PT.1 // PT.2

Yoongi sat impatiently in the waiting room, completely exhausted and emotionally drained. The dark circles under his reddened and sore eyes was very much apparent that he wasn’t getting any sleep. Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, were there to comfort him in his time of distress, but nothing they did helped him in his distressed state. The only thing that kept going through his mind was that this was all his fault. He’s the one who told you to disappear. He wasn’t being considerate and he should’ve stopped enticing the argument when you asked him to, when you begged him to. What the hell was wrong with him?

Namjoon kept trying to reassure him that you were going to be alright, but he couldn’t believe the younger boy. Even if you did live, what made him think that you would want to stay with him? He didn’t deserve you, what boyfriend drives their beloved to feel the need to kill themselves? He stood the second your doctor approached, searching for answers in his worn out eyes.

“Min Yoongi?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows at all four of the boys that stood, awaiting for results.

“That’s me,” his voice was gruff as he spoke, “is she..?” He held his breath, preparing for the doctor’s response.

“She’s alive,” he reassured, lifting the weight off of all of their shoulders, allowing for Min Yoongi to finally breathe knowing that you were okay, “We had to pump her stomach three times, and she’s been placed on suicide watch for the next seventy-two hours, but we’re lucky you found her soon enough before her organs started to fail.”

“Can we see her please? I-Is she awake? I need to see her now, please..,” without even waiting for a response, Yoongi tried to move past the doctor, only to have his hand pull him back.

“I will have a nurse check with her, but honestly all visiting hours are over for right now, you’ll have to return tomorrow sir.”

“No, you don’t understand, I need to see her now,” Yoongi’s voice started to raise urgency, “I have to see her, she’s my girlfriend and I need to tell her—”

“I’m sorry sir, please come back tomorrow.”

Before Yoongi could plead his case and cause all of them to be thrown out, Namjoon and Jin would have to pull him back, speaking calmly but firmly.

“Yoongi, we’ll come back tomorrow, she needs her rest just as much as you do,” Jin would speak up, “We’ll be back first thing in the morning, you can bring her something back okay? We’ll come back tomorrow.” Reluctantly but surely, Min Yoongi nodded, feeling relieved but still unsatisfied with being unable to see you for himself.

He wouldn’t have been able to sleep that night. Yoongi hadn’t even returned to the dorms with the boys, he would head to your apartment, wanting to be close to you the only way he could. While laying himself down in your bed, he would hold onto your pillow, wishing that it were you while he quietly sobbed against it, repeating into the object just how sorry he was.


The next morning came around and Yoongi and all of the boys found themselves back at the hospital. He’d brought your favorite book, snack and blanket along with his sweater for you to wear if it got too cold in the hospital and your house slippers. None of the other boys said anything about his state, he still seemed very distressed not having seen you yet, not knowing how you’d react seeing him now, but still somewhat excited that he got to see you once again, alive with your heart still beating. He couldn’t even explain how grateful he was that you were still here.

“Hi, we’re here to see Y/n Y/L/n,” Jin would speak to the secretary as Yoongi  kept quiet, staring down at where your room could be, holding everything he brought close to him.

“Alright, please wait in the waiting room, and we’ll have a nurse come and take you back there shortly,” she gave a small smile as she gestured for them to sit.

While they waited, Yoongi bit his lip in anticipation, unable to sit as he waited impatiently. The nurse finally started to approach the boys, her expression slightly perplexed.

“Y/n can see you now, but she has requested to not see someone by the name of Min Yoongi?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked over the boys’ expressions.

“What do you mean she doesn’t want to see me?” his voice was slightly cracked, yet raised in volume, “I need to see her, I need to apologize to her. Please, tell her I need to see her—tell her that!” The nurse would flinch back at his raised and desperate voice. Before he could do anything he regretted, Jin would step in between.

“Yoongi, we will tell her, okay? Maybe we can get her to change her mind, just wait here,” he stated.

“Jimin, V, and Kook wait here with Yoongi,” Namjoon remarked before starting down the hallway with Hoseok and Jin accompanying him toward your room.

You were dressed in hospital provided sweatpants, and a large white t-shirt. Being on suicide watch, they didn’t allow you to have anything with string, or pretty much anything at all that would cause you to harm yourself. They checked in on you every 15 minutes, and if you took too long in the bathroom, they would come in, invading all types of privacy.

The most ironic part was the medication they gave you. Giving you pills to keep you subdued from any thoughts of suicide, even though it was pills that caused you to be here in the first place.You hadn’t been there long, but already learned that if you refused the pills, they would sedate you by force and put you to sleep. You hated this place, you were supposed to be gone, it’s what Yoongi wanted.

You didn’t want to see him because of that. You thought that you had been doing him a favor and you were surprised he came in the first place. He was probably just here to remind you how pathetic you felt, and how much he didn’t want you around. You couldn’t face him and you didn’t want to hear that. There was no possible way you could bear hearing how disappointed he was that you were even still here, so you rejected seeing him. You’d rather hear it from Namjoon then to have Yoongi confirm your thoughts.

When you heard a knock at your door, you froze, tensing up a bit at the thought of any of them seeing you in this state. The door opened, revealing Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin to see you. You could barely look at them, feeling embarrassed that you’d been led to this point.

“Y/n..,” Namjoon came over to hug you first, being enveloped in his arms was the first type of warmth you felt in all the time you’d been here. The other two boys joined in making a short lived, yet comforting group hug. “Why would you do this to yourself? We were so worried about you, all of us. Yoongi could barely sleep—why don’t you want to see him?” Your voice was caught by the lump in your throat, you wanted to cry, but the pills made you feel sort of emotionally numb. You shook your head and shrugged nonchalantly.

“He shouldn’t want to see me Joonie,” your voice was husky and low as all three boys watched you intensely, “He wanted me to go away. I don’t want him to see me like this.” It hit you when you said it, seeing you like this, you meant seeing you alive; he wouldn’t want that.

“What are you on about Y/n? He’s basically out there about to get dragged out by security because they won’t let him see you,” Hoseok spoke up and looked at you with a pout, “Yoongi-hyung didn’t even want to leave you here last night.” There was no possible way that your sugar bear was causing a fuss over you. He wanted you gone didn’t he?

“I know that Yoongi is one to lash out when he’s angry but, what did he say to you Y/n?” Namjoon made his presence known again, “He was in a state of panic, and he’s the one who made me call 911. What happened?”

“I-..,” the tears were finally forming on the rim of your eyelids as you shook your head, “Remember how I spilled water on his keyboard Joonie?” He nodded. “He was so mad at me. I don’t know if you guys knew this, but a lot of your fans bash me for dating him. I try not to listen, but when you’re being told hurtful things over and over, you start to believe it. He knew that I was struggling with my insecurity and he would be there for me, but he lashed out like never before—I mean he threw it all back in my face.”

The three boys were listening to every shaken word come out of your mouth, feeling torn. None of you noticed that Yoongi had escaped the watch of the three younger boys, and was standing outside your door listening to the sound of your voice. Your words breaking him apart.

“I wish it didn’t escalate, but he snapped and I just thought that he wanted this,” you scoffed at yourself as the tears finally broke free and streamed down your face, “You have to listen to what people tell you when they’re angry, that’s when the truth comes out. I-I just didn’t want to be a burden anymore, you guys should just go, really I’ll be fine. Tell Yoongi that I’m sorry to disappoint him…I tried.”

At your final words, Yoongi would burst into the room and stride over to your bedside, dropping everything he’d brought for you at the end of the bed. He was sobbing, a complete mess in front of you as he grabbed for your hands desperately.

“No, Y/n, n-no,” his voice had pain lingering in it, “No, no, I’m s-so sorry. I love you jagi. I would never want you to disappear. I’m hot headed and stupid and an asshole for e-everything I said to you. Please don’t say that.” Min Yoongi was coming undone before you. Begging for you to listen to him, begging for you to believe him and not caring that the other members saw him in this vulnerable state.

Even though you were already crying, seeing this site before you made your tears pour down your face harder than before.

“You mean that Yoongi?” you managed to get out between sobs. All he could do was nod as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, crying with you, refusing to let you go ever again.


Yikkesessese .. Help, I’m done.

Jongin Drabble: Coming home to their S/O after a long day


There’s one thing you adore about your boyfriend above everything else: how unique he is. It always surprises you, no matter how much you’ve come to know him, how spontaneous and non cliché Jonging turns out to be..
Specially at night.
“Jagi, are you still up? I’m coming to visit you right now” Normally, one would expect a sweet visit, with both of you cuddling in bed and talking sweet nothings while you two fall asleep. But this wasn’t like Jongin, he always comes up with something new. 
“I’m here Y/N! Come! I brought you something” Of course, he has brought food. You shouldn’t be surprised by now but somehow he manages to do it every time, specially since he brings the weirdest and yet delicious food you could’ve think of. “I know you were getting ready for bed… but we can do that later. I brought you this, you can’t go to dream about me with an empty stomach right? We don’t want that. Plus, I want to tell you about today… it was amazing! And it gave me a great idea. Why not… we make a sleepover this weekend? Just you and me? Lots of food and cuddles… yes? Good, now eat! Or we won’t be able to go to bed!”

A/N: This was requested by smileandstudy
Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.

Individual Success Part 2 (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

i strongly advise you to go reread part 1 to refresh your memory


“Miss Y/N, it is time you take your medicine.” The nurse from the nursing home said to the lady with the greying hair.

“I have to take medicine?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And right after you have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Y/N asked perplexed, she could not think of anyone who would want to visit her.

“Yes a visitor. Shawn Mendes.”

“Who’s Shawn Mendes?”

And the nurse did not reply, just looking down at Y/N with sad eyes.

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“Miss Y/N, your visitor will see you now. Would you like to go meet him outside or shall I get him to come in?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to go out?”

“Well, you don’t like the cameras much.”

“Cameras? Why would there be cameras for me?” Y/N asked.

The nurse led her out to the front door of the home, where two journalists were indeed standing.

“Y/N! Y/N do you remember any of your Hollywood days-“

“Now now, she is not in shape for questions gentlemen, quit wasting your time here.” The nurse said to them protectively.

“Hi.” A man approached Y/N, a tall man with kind eyes behind the wrinkles on his eyelids, and curly brown hair slightly greying.

“Hello.” Y/N responded, shaking his hand.

She couldn’t quite grasp it, but there was something in this man’s eyes when he looked at her that made her feel oddly at home.

“Shall we go in?” The nurse came in between them and walked them slowly up the steps into the garden of the nursing home.

The two sat down at a small table. Shawn merely looked at her, a small smile on his face.

“So. How are you today Y/N?”

“Oh I’m fine. And you? Um what was it again?”

“Shawn.”

“That sure is a nice name.”

“Thank you.”

As much as he smiled, there was some unknown pain in his eyes, Y/N thought. She wondered why.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked the stranger.

“Just came to visit you.” He replied.

“Have we met before?”

“Oh, it’s complicated.”

“Interesting. So what do you do?”

“I used to be a singer.”

“A singer! How fun.”

They sat there for a little bit, gazing at the afternoon sun.

“It’s awfully boring here.” Shawn huffed.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell me a story?” Y/N suddenly asked Shawn.

Shawn looked at her.

“I can’t think of any.” He said.

“Anything, just tell me any favourite story of yours.”

“Well there is this one. It’s my favourite story of all times.”

“What’s the name? Maybe we have the book here at the library.”

“Oh no need. I know it by heart.” Shawn said with a twinkle in his eye.

“There once was this girl. Who was in love with a boy. They were very much in love.”

“I swear to God Shawn if you push me-“

Shawn picked Y/N up by the waist and leapt into the lake with her still in his arms. Y/N mounted to the surface of the water, sputtering and coughing.

“God, you little-“

But Shawn interrupted her probably inappropriate words by planting his wet lips on hers.

“Get a freaking room!” Aaliyah bellowed a few meters away, interrupting her water fight with her friends.

“That sounds very cute.” Y/N hummed.

“Oh yes. That couple was very very cute.”

“Did they end up together Shawn?”

“Oh, it’s very long and complicated. But we’ll get there my sweet Y/N.”

“So. They were very much in love. But they were both very very ambitious. The boy wanted to make it big in the music business. And the girl, wanted to become a successful actress.”

“The beginning of their relationship was amazing. They couldn’t be separated and they made each other so much happier. When they were with each other, smiles never left their faces.”

Y/N twirled in her deep ruby dress flashing her happiest smile to the cameras. Shawn, looking dashing in an all-black suit, stood beside her admiring his beautiful girlfriend.

“And now for some pictures of you two together!”

Y/N approached Shawn and smiled at him before turning to the photographers.

“Shawn can you look away from her for a second to look at the cameras?” A photographer laughed.

“C’mon you can take your eyes off me for a second, right?” Y/N giggled up at him.

“It’s nearly impossible.” Shawn said, holding her tightly as he kissed her.

Photographers shook their heads as they realized they were never gonna get that proper picture of those two, but couldn’t wipe off their small smile off their faces seeing those two together.

“They sound so cute.” Y/N smiled.

“They were.” Shawn smiled at her. Even with her greying hair and aging face, Y/N was still as radiant as ever.

“So, then what happened?” Y/N inquired.

“Well. Like I said both of them were extremely busy. The girl had about four auditions a day, and I- uh the guy, had a big world tour to plan. Soon, they found themselves away from each other for days at a time, speaking in only brief texts.”

“Oh, how tragic.”

“Yeah, well.” Shawn looked at her sadly. “They eventually decided to follow their own paths and see where that would lead. The boy went on tour for a year and a half, and the girl meanwhile landed a movie gig, which would eventually result in extreme success and recognition.”

“Did they find their way back to each other?”

“Not quite. Not yet at least. During this 18 months of touring, the guy played a dozen shows with his close friend. We’ll call her um C.”

Camila and Shawn hugged, as the audience clapped and cheered. Another successful show was over.

“They got closer and, eventually started dating.”

“And the girl?”

Shawn smiled.

“She was very focused on her career.”

“So did they ever get to see each other again?!” Y/N leaned in closer, eyes wide with interest.

“Well, actually the first time they had seen each other was at an awards show red carpet. There she was, standing smiling at the cameras, when the boy saw her. Now, he had seen her every day while on tour. Not on purpose all the time, she was just in every magazine, billboard sign ever. But to see her physically there, standing not ten meters away from him made his heart feel something.”

“Then what?”

“Then, the smiled at each other. It was a smile of congratulations. At this, the boy thought it was over, that that smile concluded that they were happy for each other, no matter the bittersweet they both felt.”

“Then came another day. Completely random. They had both decided to go visit the café they had met in. They did not consult each other or anything, they just somehow both went at the same time, same day.”

Y/N got her coffee and tipped the young barista heavily. She knew quite well what it was like being in her place. Literally. Turning around, she saw the door swing open and in came a man. A silhouette she knew all too well.

Shawn stepped foot in this café he had not visited in three years. This was actually where he met Y/n for the first time, he thought. Lifting his sunglasses, he saw Y/N. He blinked, thinking he was just imagining her everywhere again. But she was still there, standing in shock.

“H-Hi.” Shawn approached her.

“Hey.”

“How are you? Y/N.” Shawn said. Her name just rolled off his tongue and it caught him off guard how natural it sounded.

“I’m okay. And you? Shawn?”

“I’m good. Congratulations by the way, on um, well everything. Not a day goes by where I don’t see your face on a movie theater sign, or magazine cover.” He chuckled, however his laugh couldn’t hide the pain he felt from seeing her every day as he was trying to get over her.

“Oh! And congratulations to you too. You sold out 75 shows.”

“Yeah… Well, I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

“Me too.” Y/N said. She finally looked down from his forehead to meet his eyes.

Their eyes reflected each other’s wild pain from not having each other.

“Fuck it.” Shawn said, leaning down fast and locking lips with Y/N. Y/N relaxed into the kiss. Their hearts, after nearly two years, finally relaxed and were put at ease.

“So did the boy leave C?”

“Why don’t you guess.” Shawn winked.

“He did. And they spent the rest of their lives together, didn’t they?” Y/N said.

“Correct.”

Y/N looked up at the stranger’s eyes. Behind his brown irises, she could sense a whole lot of admiration, as well as bittersweet pain. The cause of this pain, was a mystery to her.

“I think I’ve heard this story before.”

“Have you now?”

“Yes. And you. You look very familiar.”

“Hmm.” Shawn merely hummed.

He looked at her intently, as if waiting for something to happen. Y/N met his eyes and then lowered her gaze. Shawn held his breath.

“Well, I should be taking my afternoon nap now. Thank you so much um-“

“Shawn.”

“Shawn for the story.”

And at that, Y/N rised from her chair slowly and went inside the elderly center.

Shawn exhaled.

“Well?” Aaliyah asked at the entrance.

“Not today ‘Liyah, not today.”

“One day, don’t worry.” Aaliyah said, clapping herbrother on the back.

“I know. One day, she will remember. Remember me.” Shawn said, looking up at a window, the sun reflecting on his glassy eyes.

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Individual Success Part 2 (Fred Weasley x Reader)

i strongly advise you to go reread part 1 to refresh your memory


“Miss Y/N, it is time you take your medicine.” The nurse from the nursing home said to the lady with the greying hair.

“I have to take medicine?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And right after you have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Y/N asked perplexed, she could not think of anyone who would want to visit her.

“Yes a visitor. Fred Weasley.”

“Who’s Fred Weasley?”

And the nurse did not reply, just looking down at Y/N with sad eyes.

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“Miss Y/N, your visitor will see you now. Would you like to go meet him outside or shall I get him to come in?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to go out?”

“Well, you don’t like the cameras much.”

“Cameras? Why would there be cameras for me?” Y/N asked.

The nurse led her out to the front door of the home, where two journalists were indeed standing.

“Ex-minister! Y/N-“

“Now now, she is not in shape for questions gentlemen, quit wasting your time here.” The nurse said to them protectively.

“Hi.” A man approached Y/N, a tall man with kind eyes behind the wrinkles on his eyelids, and flaming red hair.

“Hello.” Y/N responded, shaking his hand.

She couldn’t quite grasp it, but there was something in this man’s eyes when he looked at her that made her feel oddly at home.

“Shall we go in?” The nurse came in between them and walked them slowly up the steps into the garden of the nursing home.

The two sat down at a small table. Fred merely looked at her, a small smile on his face.

“So. How are you today Y/N?”

“Oh I’m fine. And you? Um what was it again?”

“Fred.”

“That sure is a nice name.”

“Thank you.”

“I love the color of your hair! And it hasn’t faded with age?”

“Us redheads don’t age.” Fred winked.

As much as he smiled, there was some unknown pain in his eyes, Y/N thought. She wondered why.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked the stranger.

“Just came to visit you.” He replied.

“Have we met before?”

“Oh, it’s complicated.”

“Interesting. So what do you do?”

“I used to run a joke shop.”

“A joke shop! How fun.”

They sat there for a little bit, gazing at the afternoon sun.

“It’s awfully boring here.” Fred huffed.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell me a story?” Y/N suddenly asked Fred.

Fred looked at her.

“I can’t think of any.” He said.

“Anything, just tell me any favourite story of yours.”

“Well there is this one. It’s my favourite story of all times.”

“What’s the name? Maybe we have the book here at the library.”

“Oh no need. I know it by heart.” Fred said with a twinkle in his eye.

“There once was this girl. Who was in love with a boy. They both went to Hogwarts.”

“Is Hogwarts a school? I think I’ve heard of it.”

“Indeed.” Fred continued.

“They were very much in love.”

“I swear to God Fred if you push me-“

Fred picked Y/N up by the waist and leapt into the lake with her still in his arms. Y/N mounted to the surface of the water, sputtering and coughing.

“God, you little-“

But Fred interrupted her probably inappropriate words by planting his wet lips on hers.

“Get a freaking room!” George bellowed a few meters away, interrupting his water fight with Ginny.

“That sounds very cute.” Y/N hummed.

“Oh yes. That couple was very very cute.”

“Did they end up together Fred?”

“Oh, it’s very long and complicated. But we’ll get there my sweet Y/N.”

“So. They were very much in love. But they were both very very ambitious. The boy wanted to start a business. And the girl, wanted to become minister.”

“How good for her!” Y/N exclaimed. “But the boy’s business sounds a little bit risky no?”

Fred smiled.

“Wow, that’s very ambitious.” Y/N says. “And um, this shop you will open, it’ll be just like Zonko’s?”

“Yep. Better.” Fred adds.

“Well, that’s a lot of work for you guys to do then.”
“Yep.”

 

« Eventually, their dreams lead them apart. » Fred continued the story. “So after the boy left school, the girls stayed and passed her exams. However, when she graduated she went straight back home and for a year they did not see or talk to each other. There was a war you see, so as much as they wanted and longed to see each other they could not. After said war, both of their careers were blowing up and they once again could not have seen or talked to each other. They were too busy to even write.”

“Then what?” Y/N asked, captivated by this story.

“Then, the girl became Minister. And the boy opened up his shop. It was actually very hard for the boy, now that I think of it. For months he couldn’t even look at a newspaper in fear of having to see her picture in it.”

“Did he ever get over it?”

“Well, you see he was so depressed that one day his brother came and set him up with an old school friend, Angelina. And they got along very well and decided to be together.”

“So the boy moved on from the girl?”

“No, not really. The girl got engaged; but I think both of them still would never be able to forget about each other. Anyways, so one day the girl walked into the boy’s shop, for ministry business.”

Y/N grasped the golden orange doorknob, pulling it; not showing any emotion.

Counting the Galleons, Fred’s gaze was on the counter in front of him. The little bell on the door gave a tinkle, as someone opened the door.

Y/N stepped in, her head turning to look around before stopping at the cash register.

Hearing the sound, Fred looked up, expecting just another customer.

Their eyes met, and the room filled with tension and emotion.

“After that brief encounter, for some reason fate kept bringing them together. They ran into each other in shops, at restaurants… for some reason they kept seeing each other.”

“And then?”

“Well, one day coincidentally they both visited their old school. Without consulting each other or anything, they just both went on the same day. And they obviously spoke to one another.”

Hello.” Y/N said politely, the tension in her throat killing her.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“Good thanks.”

“I’ve seen your shop, it really is a phenomenal success.”

“And you too, not a day goes by without me seeing a picture of you somewhere.” Fred chuckled, awkwardly attempting to hide the pain of having to see Y/N’s face everywhere on papers.

“Well good. I’m happy to hear you are doing well.”

“Me too.”

They both just nodded to each other, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They felt their heart give a painful jolt at the feeling of getting lost in each other’s irises.

“Fuck it.” Fred breathed and cupped Y/N’s face to kiss her. Y/N returned it, and so forcefully they backed into the old broom cupboard they used to visit quite often in their student days.

“Oh I’m so happy they kissed!”

“Well actually a little more than that.” Fred smiled his old teasing smirk. “After that, it all went by so fast. The boy couldn’t live without the girl and after realising that fact, he broke up with Angelina.”

“And, the girl?” Y/N inquired.

Fred smiled, his stare piercing into Y/N’s soul.

“What do you think?”

“She left her husband for him?”

“Yes.”

“This story sounds familiar.”

“Indeed.”

Fred looked at Y/N, as if he was waiting for something to happen. But all Y/N did was look down.

“Well, thank you sir. I think I’m going to go take my afternoon nap.”

“I-it was my pleasure.” Fred said, his voice breaking slightly.

Y/N nodded and smiled at him politely as she walked out. Fred sighed. He made his way out to the front door where his family was waiting.

“Well?” George asked.

“Not today Forge, not today.”

“One day, don’t worry.” George said, clapping his twin brother on the back.

“I know. One day, she will remember. Remember me.” Fred said, looking up at a window, the sun reflecting on his glassy eyes.

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It's What's Best For You, Sweetheart- Newt Scamander x Reader

It’s What’s Best for You, Sweetheart
Request: Newt scamander x reader. They have been dating since hogwarts and its only now that the readers parents get involved because they don’t like Newt
A/n: I am by no means against parents or families. Parents and families are lovely, but for this plot, the parents may seem a bit harsh and against the reader. I am not trying to portray families in a negative light or trying to make family disagreements look fun or romantic or anything along those lines. This was interesting to write because I often deal with this kind of stuff, not in terms of relationships, but with what I want to do in life and how my mental state is and etc. Basically, if your parents don’t really understand you, that’s okay. You aren’t’ strange or weird or anything like that. Sometimes families are quick to judge and don’t really see us for who we are. I’m always here, and I understand. This probably makes no sense, but I hope you all know that you are loved and there’s no one as special as you are. You have your own life to live and you need to do what makes you happy, regardless of what others want. Do what YOU want and what makes YOU happy. Thank you all again for the amazing support and I love and appreciate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. You are all special and amazing and awesome and beautiful and unique and intelligent and all around individual and spectacular.
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Warnings-Family disputes/mentions of insecurities, still fluffy though

Newt’s grip on your hand tightened as you sat in the living room of where you spent your childhood. Your parents had wanted you to visit to have a ‘talk’ about something, yet you were baffled as to what it could have been about. The relationship you had with your parents was about as smooth as ships on the sea during a summer storm. The waters would lay calm and normal, but as soon as something stirred them up, the fury would be released to its full potential.

Your parents weren’t terrible, they just didn’t really understand you in a sense. They were often too wrapped up in their own roles in the world to really lend an eye or ear to you, unless of course, the family name was at stake. Your family like to maintain a successful image, which might have explained why your cousin was arranged to marry a wealthy Auror. You had lost count of how many ‘We’re doing what’s best for you’ talks you’ve endured over the years, and when they found out during your years at Hogwarts that you in a relationship with someone out of their standards, they sent a small selection of uninviting and lengthy letters for you to review. Of course, you didn’t care though. They may not have seen him the way you did, but that wasn’t going to change your mind and cut all ties with him. He was different, unique, passionate and considerate. He was none other than the frantic Magizoologist who was still squeezing your hand.

You never really expected to fall in love with Newt, considering you had only viewed each other as best friends for years. However, the bond between you two began to grow and change, which ultimately led to a confession of feelings under starlight by the lake. You two had been inseparable, constantly brushing your hands against one another in class and giving innocent kisses of luck before exams or games. Everything about Newt was everything you had asked for, which is why you were upset when you had to let it all go.

The night he was expelled still remains as one of the worst things either of you had experienced. He had apparently “Endangered life,” but you knew him better than that. He was gentle and caring, he wouldn’t hurt anyone. The school had other perceptions of him though. He was being sent away, and the two of you knew your different lives would change your relationship. With a heavy heart in both of your chests, you went your separate ways. You promised to write as often as you could but you were both alone now, with nothing but your mangled hearts to keep you going.

It would be years before you two would finally meet in person again. He had written you a letter explaining that he was in the area, and you didn’t hesitate for a second to rush to meet him. You agreed to meet in a nearby park, and after wandering around in search of him, your eyes met, allowing all of the memories to flood back. He had changed a lot since Hogwarts. His hair was longer, muscles broader, and his height was definitely taller, but it was undoubtedly the same man you had been in love with from the letters. With a passionate kiss, you both knew it would all be alright.

However, this still didn’t mean that Newt wasn’t scared of meeting your parents face to face. He wasn’t oblivious to the way they felt about him, and he wasn’t exactly begging to come with you today, hence why he kept gripping your hand out of nervousness.

“Y/n you know they don’t like me. I don’t even think I’m supposed to be here,” he whispered closer to you.

“Newt, we’ve been dating for years. They should have expected that I was going to bring you,” you assured him, “Everything is alright, Alright?”

Newt let a worried groan as his face squinted into a nervous expression as you kissed his cheek. Your father walked in accompanied by your mother lose behind. Their faces were not exactly readable, but from what you could pick out, they were not at all thrilled that Newt had come here. They had put off actually meeting him until this moment, and you could tell that their eyes might have some daggers to throw.

“Y/n, it’s nice to see that you visited us today, but I thought you were supposed to come alone dear?” asked your mother as a faint and fake sense of happiness glossed over her smile. She hadn’t even addressed Newt’s existence.

“Well, Newt and I have been together since I was a teen. I’d like to think that we are serious enough to come together,” you spoke as politely as you could before your father chimed in.

“Yes but Y/n, we were thinking about the future and perhaps this isn’t the best for you right now.”

You felt your cheeks boiling. Why would they even consider bringing this up if they knew that Newt was sitting right in front of them?

“Think about it Y/n. There are lots of other men out there. My friend Mason has a dashing young lad who is a part of the ministry-,”

“But Newt works at the ministry too, as a Magizoologist.”

“I understand that but really Y/n you should weigh options! We clearly don’t like him, and we want the best for you sweetheart!”

“There are no options to be weighed, can’t you see that Newt is standing right here!”

By now, smoke was practically fuming out of your ears as you stood up abruptly. Newt sat still, but still tried to coax you to sit back down too by grabbing your forearm. He gave you a look and you tried to calm yourself so you wouldn’t explode. You looked down at him and took in his broken expression. He knew your parents didn’t like him all too well, but he never expected them to want to replace him. He always felt that he wasn’t worthy of you, especially after the incident at Hogwarts, and he always felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to give you as much as other people. Deep down he knew you deserved better.

Your mother cut back in, “For Merlin’s sake Y/n, the man was kicked out of school and might I remind you, was a criminal?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong! It wasn’t his fault!”

“If he just got rid of those damn monsters in the first place maybe he would be a respectable member of society!” shouted your father.

“Well you may not see him as a so-called ‘respectable member of society’ but I do. I thought my parents would have been more supportive like they used to be. Oh wait! You were never there! Did you write letters of encouragement or congratulations while I was at Hogwarts? No, only infuriating and disrespectful ones. Did you show up when I invited you to attend a ceremony for my job? No, neither of you did. Did you see me off when I was going away to America? Not at all. You only care now because it’s your names at stake, because you don’t like him, and I personally would choose Newt over whatever this is any day of the week! Now if you will excuse me, the man I love and I will be leaving. Next time you want to ‘talk,’ I hope it’s on a topic that doesn’t require the validation that no one asked for! Sorry that Newt and I aren’t good enough for you. Have a splendid day!” You sarcastically shot at them as you stormed out. Newt followed you, with numerous expressions on his face. Your parents were flabbergasted and frozen to their spots. You and Newt took out your wands and apparated home.

You proceeded to storm inside you own flat and Newt trailed behind you. His heart was still heavy with hurt and insecurity. He loved you, but maybe your parents were right. Tears pricked his eyes like rose thorns, and he knew it wasn’t the strongest thing in the world, but he couldn’t help it. He went over to wrap you in a hug in his arms.

“Love I’m sorry your parents don’t li-,” he tried to get out, but he was cut off when you turned around and crashed your lips onto his. He kissed back passionately, stroking your own cheek that was now streaked with a tear or two.

“Don’t you dare even finish that sentence, Newt. I have told you a thousand times and I’ll tell you again, I love you and I don’t care what my parents say. You’re amazing and you’re everything I could ever want. I don’t care what they think, they haven’t even seen who you are as a person. You’ve been more supportive and caring than they have anyways.”


He kissed you once more, but this time harder. He picked you up in his arms and you happily ran your hands through his fluffy hair.

“I love you Y/n, I’ll try to be better.”

“You don’t need to be better dear. I love you for you, with your creatures and everything.”
“I love you my darling. You truly are the most remarkable person to ever walk into my life.”

The two of you remained close to one another for the rest of the night. You cuddled into one another as you slowly drifted off to sleep. He was yours, and you were his. Your parents could say and shout all the things they wanted, but you would both stay by one another through all of the ups and downs that life had to toss at you.

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so i don’t know how to start this and i feel low key emberassed and bad about asking for money, but my family had been going through a lot of financial struggles, especially because my mom was in the hospital for a couple of days due to heart complications. they’re gonna have a lot of bills coming up and doctor visits, along with medication they’ll need to buy, and i feel so guilty constantly asking them for money.

i’ve been apply to jobs recently and just had an interview this friday, so hopefully i can find soemthing soon and have money of my own, but for the meantime i’d really appreciate any kind of donation. even a dollar would help me for laundry. i know a lot of people are going through financial struggles right now, but even signal boosting this could help me greatly.

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Guest of Honor

There is excitement bubbling through the crowd of townsfolk gathered on the Killern village green. I can’t help but catch it myself, goosebumps raising on my arms as I watch the festivities before me. The parade will start shortly, once the guest of honor finally arrives.

Oh, how gloriously honorable she is! She’s a sight to see: a pure white unicorn said to be from the other side of the rainbow, with a horn that glows…and is purported to bring luck to those who can get close enough to caress it. That’s mostly Big Important Men, with the occasional woman of their choosing. I have sadly never gotten the chance, though she’s been visiting us on the same day every year since before I was even born. I don’t care so much about the horn; I would love to simply look her in the eyes and hope to telegraph that I see her as more than this object of spectacle my fellow Killernians have made her.

The music plays in preparation for her grand arrival and the attendant parade. Soon a murmuring starts up among the crowd, spreading like wildfire. She’s late. And apparently, this has never happened before, according to the elders who remember her first visit. What if she doesn’t show? People are trying not to panic, trying to keep it out of their voices, but most I hear are lower volumed squeaks.

Now I smell it, the scent of a storm about to descend. The sky grows darker, multiplying the goosebumps on my arms until they’re fully covered. There’s an ominous thunderburst and the sky opens up…the guest of honor blows in on a gust of wind that knocks over those nearest her stormy entrance. A collective gasp rises from the aghast crowd, while I stifle a cry. The unicorn looks lost, a wild desperation in her eyes. But all the villagers seem to notice is the horn missing from her head, only about a jagged inch of it remaining.

“Get it!” one of the elders spits out. “What use is it to us now?”

Suddenly, the crowd turns into a bloodthirsty mob the likes of which I’ve never witnessed. The scene before me brings tears to my eyes. I blink them back and dash forward, pushing my way to the front. My righteous anger propels me, but I’m too late. Several men have restrained the unicorn, who to my dismay doesn’t put up a fight, hanging her head dejectedly. Still I come forward, not thinking ahead, just feeling I must try something, however likely it is to get me stoned or worse.

“Wait!” I call out. “What are we doing? Have we all gone mad?”

“Stay out of this!” One of the men growls. “You’re a madwoman if you think we have no reason to be angry! Without the lucky horn, this unicorn means nothing to us now, no better than a horse!“ 

“Would you treat a horse like this, just for coming in looking scared and broken, like she’s been to hell and back? Do you forget so soon how this unicorn has always been here for you on this day in the past? And another thing, how are you sure her horn was truly a bearer of luck?”

Other than a few confused murmurings, the crowd is stunned silent. The man closest to me finally answers, “I rubbed the horn last year, and this year’s crop is more abundant.”

Another man nearby intones, “I rubbed it a few years ago, and got promoted at work months later.”

“I rubbed it, and it wasn’t long before I met and married the man of my dreams,” my neighbor, Mrs. Lee, speaks up. “Remember?”

“I remember. After rubbing the horn, you started feeling better about yourself. You became more open to finding love, so it finally happened. If anything, your belief in the luck gave you hope and restored your confidence. It must be the same sort of thing for the man with the promotion. And as any farmer knows, some years are better than others for crops. It was likely only coincidence. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for every instance of ‘good luck.’”

Everyone starts speaking all at once. I can’t make out a word over the heated din. One of the men restraining the unicorn shouts, “This is ridiculous! Are we going to let this woman stop us?”

The farmer replies, calmly yet firmly, “She makes good points. Even if it did bring luck once, what will ending its life solve? I say just let the unicorn go.”

The first man’s face reddens and he looks about to speak, but the man beside him puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “Let it go. What does it matter?”

Slowly, they release the unicorn. I heave a sigh of relief. She gazes right at me and I swear a look of understanding passes between us. I feel her gratitude and it makes me smile for the first time since this calamity started.

As the crowd disperses, a gaggle of little girls no more than nine approaches me. A auburn haired one with freckles asks nervously, “Where will she go now?”

“I don’t know. But I have a feeling she can’t go back to where she came from.”

At that, the unicorn walks up to me and nuzzles my hand. I stroke her muzzle lovingly.

“I think she wants to go with you,” another little girl says, somewhat enviously.

“I think you’re right. But I think she’ll love it if you all come to visit sometimes.”

Their fresh faces beam up at me and I beam back. I never could have guessed the turns this day would take, especially not that I would be returning home with Killern’s once-beloved unicorn. Still beloved to me, and I suspect magical after all…horn or no horn.

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Hi! It's been a while since I've been reading your stories and they're great! Might you be able to write something involving a Breathtaking Kiss (a prompt from a while back) with Bruce? Maybe at dusk, right when the sun is setting and it just kinda sets the mood? Please and thank you! 🌞

“Are you nervous bein’ on this side of town?”

“I didn’t know I was visiting you in Arkham,” he sassed back.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at the sarcasm. “That’s not what I meant, wiseass. This is Gotham; every side of town is the bad side. I just meant being in college town.”

“I come here often to speak at the schools.”

“Yeah, but this ain’t a business visit, now is it?” I playfully nudged his thigh with my foot as he sat at the opposite end of my couch thumbing through my notebook. “You’re the only person I know moved to study after having sex.”

“You take very extensive notes.”

“I’m glad they impress you.” He smirked to himself as he turned the page.

I watched him as he pored over the page painted in scribbled handwriting in boxer briefs, his legs extended before him and crossed at the ankles. I told Bruce I had an exam to study for this weekend; he was booked solid on Saturday but Sunday was as free as a bird. My need to study for tomorrow’s test now more than ever didn’t stop him from coming over. He arrived bearing a bottle of red wine which probably cost a semester’s tuition, some lunch Alfred prepared, and dick on a platter. We worked up an appetite with sex and enjoyed wine and lunch on my couch. “You don’t wanna put your clothes on? Seven could walk right through the door at any moment now.” Seven is my roommate that was home visiting her family for the weekend.

“How can I when you’re wearing my shirt?”

“Would you like it back?” I teased.

“I’m not concerned about your roommate walking in and seeing me like this. Are you?” he asked challengingly, turning to look at me.

“Shut up. What are you reading that for anyway? None of it has anything to do with business.”

“You think business is my only interest?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know medicine interested you.”

“Wayne Enterprises has a pharmaceuticals leg, you know. And chemical. Biotechnology and things.”

“Is there any stone Wayne Enterprises hasn’t turned?”

“When I find one I’ll let you know.”

“Yeah, after you turn it over,” I mumbled to myself with a shake of the head, but surprisingly it got Bruce to release a sound I never heard before in my life: laughter. I looked up and he actually had his head tossed back, an uncharacteristic toothy smile on his face. The most I’d ever gotten from him was a light chuckle and a grin. “Are you okay?”

“No- I mean yes, it’s just… you’re right. You are absolutely right.” I stared as he composed himself, sniffing and sitting himself properly upright again. His smile lingered for a moment longer before I leaned over to him, my textbook falling from my lap, and kissed him.

Bruce and I didn’t kiss. It was some sorta unspoken rule he and I had since the beginning of whatever it was we were doing. Casual hookups were fun and sexy, and somewhat risky considering I lived in a dorm with a roommate. That’s why we stuck with daytime visits; Bruce Wayne spotted here at night on multiple occasions would be sure to cause a mess if the media got wind of these visits. At least I could pose as a friend or some Gotham youth in need if we kept things in the daylight and not hidden in the shadows of night.

But kissing? Kissing made things too intimate, too familiar. Made it seem like there was something more to be desired than just casual sex. In this very moment it was the only appropriate thing to do. It was like a movie scene: ridiculously handsome guy, sun of dusk beaming on him at just the right angle, a charming, radiant, never before seen smile etched into his face. It felt like my lips were bubbling, like a champagne-infused kiss.I felt his smile fade before I noticed what I was doing and pulled away, staring at his mouth before looking him in the eye.

“And what was that?” he asked.

“Hmmm… I guess I shouldna done that, huh?”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “Isn’t it against our little rules or whatever?”

“I don’t remember making that rule.”

“Some rules don’t need to be spoken.”

“That makes no sense. How is anyone expected to follow a rule they have zero knowledge of?”

I looked at him, mildly surprised. “If you had no knowledge of it then why haven’t you ever kissed me?”

“Is that something you want?”

“I mean, I’m not entirely against the idea, no!”

He smirked; back to normal, I see. “So you thought this entire time I was refusing to kiss you?”

“Okay- When you say it like that, it sounds a little ridiculous-”

“-I think it would sound ridiculous no matter how I slice it.”

I rolled my eyes, my face warming at my sudden awareness that I was making something out of this. Not a big deal, but a deal nonetheless. “Whatever. Sure, let’s just go with this was all in my head.”

He shrugged, picking up my notebook and resuming his reading. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna kiss me at least do it right,” he mumbled to himself.

“Well what is that supposed to mean?”

He rested my notebook on the floor and turned to me, scooting closer before taking the back of my head in his hand. “For one, you don’t need to rush.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t rush.”

“Well you didn’t exactly take your time, either.”

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“I’m saying I’d like it more if it were… more like this.” He didn’t meet his lips with mine, but instead made me come to him as he brought my head forward. He was calm as he kissed me, but firm and directing.

It was something I’ve never experienced before.

He was forceful but not overbearingly so as he reached up with his other hand. As his hands slid into the hair at the back of my head and gripped, I reclined against the arm of the couch. I’d kiss his neck, his chest, and he’d kissed my breasts and my thighs, things in between; neither of us  ever kissed on the lips. This was breathtaking, almost heart-stopping. My head was spinning off my shoulders by the time he pulled his head back, my bottom lip snapping from between his teeth.

He nodded to himself. “Now that was a kiss.”

“Yeeeah, okay,” I agreed as I rose slowly, grabbing his hands and pulling him up with me. “What do you say you, uhhh… Teach me a little bit more so I can take really good notes.”

“Back to the extensive, thorough note taking?”

“Oh yes, I wanna memorize every single detail.” I walked backwards and pulled him along with me to my bedroom.

“Don’t be afraid to ask me to repeat anything, I don’t mind showing you more than once.”

“Very good to know…” I grinned as he kicked the door closed behind him, yanking me close to him and slamming his lips back to mine.

I may have just come across the best and also the worst study buddy in my life.

alright but lardo dating georgia and the team being oblivious:

  • jack: uh, my team ,samwell, team manager wanted you to have this bouquet
    georgia: aww, thats so sweet
    jack: yeah i guess its just from one gm supporting another gm
    georgia: uh huuh?
  • lardo: *making out with georgia on the fucking couch in front of the haus*
    ransom: wow these are some great friendship smooches, good for you two gals
  • Nursey, leaning over to look at lardo’s phone: um Georgia’s initials are gm not gf.
    lardo: okay.
  • dex, knocking on lardo’s door: is the heat not working in your room because its cold in the attic and i wante-
    lardo, half dressed, looking behind her at georgia who is trying to pull up the blanket over her face: actually this is a bad time 
    dex: Oh hey Georgia, did you come to visit bitty? is jack coming soon? because jack’s not here right now so i don’t know why-
    lardo, slamming the door: BYE DEX
  • bitty: i’m so glad you and georgia are friends, its great to see her getting along with the team
    lardo: actually we’re more than friends
    bitty: oohh.
    lardo:
    bitty:
    lardo:
    bitty: best friends?
  • holster: so there’s this great guy i think you would LOVE
    lardo: thats sweet, but i have a girlfriend
    holster: brah i’m SURE i could find a boyfriend for ALL your girlfriends
    lardo: no, i’m a lesbian
    holster: you’re not ANY kind of lesser bean, lards. You’re a HUMAN bean.
    lardo: thanks? wait no-
    holster: GOOD LUCK LARDO GOTTA GO
  • georgia, passing by lardo: hey!
    lardo, with the slightest smile: hey.
    chowder, spitting out his drink: ARE YOU AND GEORGIA DATING???
    lardo, tears in her eyes: ye-
    chowder: I HAVE TO GO TELL THE TEAM

Here's a quick little Ryden fic

I wrote this last night and I really hope you like it. It’s my first fic so feedback is greatly encouraged and appreciated💕

All Brendon saw was white.
A white ceiling and white walls and white tile flooring. The beep of the monitor became louder and louder as he gained consciousness.

Oh. So that’s where he was.

He was well aware of his surroundings now. This scene was all too familiar. He remembered sitting in a room, quite like this one, with Ryan, watching his dad slowly drift away. He remembered Ryan’s hand, gripping his own, sobbing.

Brendon slowly sat up. Ryan.

The door clicked open. In came a red-eyed Spencer. He had clearly been crying.
“Bren, you’re awake. Thank god.”
Brendon was ambushed by the man in a great bear hug. “The doctors weren’t sure if you’d be responsive yet, and Jon and I have been waiting outside and they wouldn’t tell us if you were okay and we-” Spencer paused mid sentence, catching Brendon’s confused look. “You don’t remember what happened, do you?”
Brendon shook his head. Spencer’s face fell.
“What’s the last thing you remember, Bren?”
He tried thinking back. He remembered the smell of eggs cooking. Music was blasting from the old radio in the kitchen. Some indie/rock channel that Ryan loved listening to. Brendon never really cared for it that much. But it made Ryan dance around the kitchen, a sight Brendon rather admired, so he let it slide.

…Which reminded him.
“Where’s Ryan?” Brendon asked, looking Spencer in the eye. Spencer looked away from his gaze. He played around with his shirt buttons, clearly hiding something.
“Spencer. Where is he?” Brendon tilted his head. “Did he visit me while I was out?”
Spencer hesitated before looking up from his shirt. “No Bren, he…couldn’t visit you.”
Brendon frowned. “Glad to see he’s so concerned about me.”
Spencer flinched. “Bren, you really shouldn’t say that.”
Brendon narrowed his eyes. Something was clearly wrong here. But he was too exhausted to figure that out at the moment. “Well if you see him, can you tell him to let the dogs out? He always forgets when I’m not home.” Brendon really didn’t want to come home to any… surprise presents from the dogs. Spencer stood up. “Yeah.” His voice cracked. “Yeah, I’ll…I’ll let him know Bren. Get some sleep, alright?”
And with that, he left the room.

***

Brendon couldn’t sleep that night. The hospital bed was not the slightest bit comfortable, and the bandages on both his hands and forehead didn’t help. His legs were probably all patched up as well. He hadn’t really made an attempt to move the covers yet.
In the little time he did manage to sleep, he had a dream about Ryan. They were laying on a beach somewhere, just the two of them. Ryan had his camera out, an old polaroid camera that looked used beyond it’s years. Their laughter filled the beach, getting lost in the waves. Lazy little kisses and the snap of Ryan’s camera. “Bren?” Ryan whispered.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“You love me, right?”
Brendon moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around his skinny waist. “Of course I do. You know that.”
Ryan smiled and kissed the top of Brendon’s head. “Just making sure. I have something to ask you.” He looked into Brendon’s eyes. “You can ask me anything.” Ryan opened his mouth to say something.

Brendon had woken up shortly after that.

***

Jon came in to visit him. He brought along his guitar and played Brendon a few songs. Brendon liked that about Jon. He knew that talking didn’t always suffice. Sometimes just being there was enough. When Jon had finished the last song, Brendon sat up. “I had a dream last night.”
Jon raised his eyebrows, signaling for Brendon to go on.
“It was about Ryan.”
Jon shifted in his seat, fingering the strings of the guitar. Everyone seemed uncomfortable when Brendon mentioned Ryan these past few days. “We were on a beach, just the two of us. And he said he had something to tell me.” He paused. “But I woke up before he could tell me. It seemed so…real.” He frowned. “But Ryan hasn’t visited me. When is he going to come and see me?”
Jon cleared his throat. “Ryan loves you Bren. You know that, right?”
Brendon smiled. “Yeah, I know that.”
“And you know if he could be here right now, he would.”
“I know. I just can’t wait to see him.”
Jon smiled, though Brendon could tell it was pained. “There’s something you won’t tell me. You and Spencer keep hiding it from me. I want to know why you keep looking at me like some abused puppy.”
Jon sat down on the edge of Brendon’s bed. He threw an arm around his shoulder and just sat there, the two of them, in silence. He gave Brendon one final squeeze and walked towards the door. “We’ll tell you when you feel a little better, okay?”

***

“These damn bandages.” Brendon muttered to himself. It was impossible to sleep with them on. He couldn’t take it anymore, he decided. These needed to come off. Now.
He bit the end of one of the bandages, slowly unraveling it with his teeth. One hand free. Phew. He then started on his left hand, slowly unwrapping the cloth until his hands were free.
He glanced at the clock and groaned. It was 7 in the morning. Spencer and Jon would be coming to visit any minute now. So much for sleeping. He yawned, cracking his knuckles.
It was then that something small and shiny caught his attention. It was there, around his fourth finger on his left hand. A ring.
Brendon’s eyes grew. He remembered it all. Laying on the beach at night, holding onto Ryan. The polaroid pictures. The stolen kisses.
Ryan’s question. That famous, 4 word question.
And Brendon’s one word answer.
The ring that Ryan placed on his hand. The sun slowly sinking, Ryan’s remark about getting home, about how it was getting dark. Brendon, insisting that they stay, just a little longer.
The memories all flooded him at once. Ryan’s sloppy kisses, Brendon leading him into the backseat of his car because Brendon insisted he couldn’t wait, Ryan’s heart beating, Brendon’s heavy breathing, Ryan on top of him. The parking lot they were in. The squealing of tires. The flash of lights. Headlights. Ryan’s body being torn off of him and flung through the window.

It all came flooding back.

Brendon shot up and ran to the door. He flung it open, only to meet a very confused Jon and Spencer in the doorway.
“Ryan. Where is he. Tell me. Now.” His heart was racing. Jon and Spencer exchanged knowing looks. “I remembered what happened. Where is he?” Spencer laid a hand on his shoulder. “Bren, maybe you should sit down…” Brendon swatted the drummer’s hand away. “I’m fucking serious! Where is he?!” Jon took a step forward. “Brendon…” He tried to pull Brendon in for a hug. Brendon shoved him away. “Don’t fucking touch me! Tell me what happened!” He looked from one friend’s face to the other. Realization slowly began to sink it. Jon took another step towards him. “Bren… he’s gone.”
He pulled Brendon in for another hug. This time, Brendon didn’t pull away. He buried his face in his shirt. “No, no, please. Don’t say that. Please.” Jon pulled him in tighter. “He was announced dead at the scene. There was nothing anyone could do. I’m so sorry Bren.”
Spencer took Brendon’s hand. “The driver was drunk, Bren. He fled the scene.”
Brendon doubled over, sobbing. “It…it was my fault.” His face paled. “He wanted to leave earlier, but I convinced him to stay. I led him in the back of the car, he wanted to wait until we got home, but I begged him, I begged him Spence, and now he’s…he’s gone. And I killed him.”
The three of them sat there, huddled, on the hospital bed. No one dared to say a word.


Ryan was there, hand on Brendon’s back, slowly rubbing in circles. Just the way Brendon liked it.
Brendon couldn’t feel him, of course.
But Ryan was there.
Ryan would always be there.
Brendon had a ring to prove it.

Reunion

Inspiration struck again! And so soon after the first bit! :D

@a-million-chromatic-dreams; @radioactivedelorean; @witete, I’ve got more Good Things going here! I bet you can guess what’s going on with this one, considering how “Intervention” ended. We need a couple very important people!

About a week after Stan’s and Ford’s rather abrupt disappearance, Dipper and Mabel were still tamping a circle into the carpet of their living room in Piedmont.

“Grunkle Stan wouldn’t just take Grunkle Ford and leave the hospital like that,” Dipper muttered. “Not when he took him there to get help. There has to be another reason why!”

“But we’ve thought of almost everything!” Mabel argued. “I mean, there was nothing wrong with the hospital room – we saw it!”

“Yeah, and it didn’t look like there was a struggle or anything.” Dipper’s frown deepened as he rubbed at his chin in thought. “There’s got to be some piece of the puzzle we’re missing. Something that caused them both to disappear without making it look like they were getting hurt or anything like that.”

“Ya mean like an alien lady opened a portal and we walked through it?”

Keep reading

Swan in the Curse Part Eleven

It is a moonless night.

Not that it matters, because there are no windows in Kasamatsu’s prison cell. His brothers could not have come to him anyhow, not even in their swan forms.

But, he regrets that there is no moon tonight. Because it means his brothers will not be able to transform back to human, not even for fifteen minutes. They are out there, somewhere, stuck as swans.

They will always be stuck as swans. Forever and ever. Kasamatsu can do nothing for them now.

*

Haizaki took his shirts.

“I am not sure what these were for, dear consort,” Haizaki said, “But they are full of magic now, and it will all be the better for burning.”

Kasamatsu had fought then—the first time he showed any kind of resistance. But the guards brought him down and now he is in his cell, without his shirts.

So close, Kasamatsu thinks. He had been on the very last shirt. He was almost done with the very last shirt. He had been so close and that’s what makes this all so heartbreaking.

(But then, that’s why Haizaki had struck now. He wanted Kasamatsu to be near finished with his enchantment. He must have seen the six swans flying in and out of Kasamatsu’s room, he must have drawn his own conclusions.)

Kasamatsu is beaten and broken in body and spirit. It is his last night on earth, he has not saved his brothers, and still he will not let himself cry, for fear of letting a sound escape.

(He knows there is no hope. But still he will not speak. Still he hopes anyway).

He wishes he could see the moon one last time.

He wishes he could see Kise one last time.

*

“I owe you a very deep apology, Kasamatsu-san. I did not mean for any of this to happen.”

Kasamatsu jolts—the voice itself is not so surprising as its tone. He expected Haizaki to come visit him and gloat, or some other jeering villager, now convinced of his guilt. Instead, the voice is quiet, polite, and full of regret.

There is a Beast standing just outside his cell, and another Beast is the very last person Kasamatsu would have expected to see right now. He has pale blue hair and eyes and he looks at Kasamatsu with a deep sadness.

Kasamatsu tilts his head, asking without speaking, Do we know each other?

The pale blue Beast shakes his head. “But I am the cause of your present suffering. I am the one who cursed Kise-kun and inadvertently, the rest of your Clan.”

This revelation brings Kasamatsu to his feet, as he surges towards the bars. He’s not sure why, exactly, he can’t strike out against the man. Perhaps he wants to beg for his mercy—get him to end his curse once and for all.

“I cannot,” the Beast says, as if reading Kasamatsu’s mind. “I do not have that power. The curse that struck Kise-kun was not meant to involve others. I did not realize he had bonded with a new clan. I would never have placed the curse if I knew—” the Beast stops talking. When he continues again he has changed topics.

“Haizaki-kun, in a way, is also my fault. Demons are created at the brink of death—and they can revert back to human the same way. Haizaki-kun never wished to return to human form. While it is easy enough to transform to a Beast, it is not so easy to do it a second time after having already lost it once. He believes that he could harness the power of your death to achieve his aims.”

Kasamatsu finds that he doesn’t care about the reasons behind his own impending death, so much as he still wishes for answers behind why Kise and his clan were cursed. If they could be saved—if they could be saved, it does not matter if Kasamatsu survives.

“The curse is such that even I cannot undo it,” the pale blue Beast says, still following Kasamatsu’s unspoken pleas. “Only you can, Kasamatsu-san. And I sincerely hope that you succeed.”

And then the pale blue Beast takes something from his cloak and places it through the bars. Kasamatsu looks down to see that he is now holding his parcel—his bag with all his precious shirts—and when he looks back up again the Beast is gone.

With shaking hands he pulls out his final shirt. He doesn’t have enough star nettles to finish it, but.

He is going to try anyway.



A/N: Oh gosh, thanks anon-friends!! There hasn’t been much response to this one so I wasn’t sure if anyone was enjoying it, and then these two lovely messages came in, so thank you!! I really do think I have one last part and then finished! Also, first anon-friend, I am sure the blood on the mouth has appeared in many a fairy tales, but it is also in the original source material I am working from =D I have a very extensive DVD commentary all planned out for this one, in which I will discuss that more. First anon-friend, it will hopefully be up in its entirety on Ao3 within a couple weeks! Thanks again to you both! Parts One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten