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17.05.07 fancafe - bts_Rap Monster

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may is….may is the month of family.

since childhood, may felt more like the middle of the year than June or July. I thought it was the same month as inflection point of the year. It has a lot of public holidays too.. Labour Day.. Buddha’s Birthday.. Parents’ Day.. Teacher’s Day.. but of course the main (holiday) is Children’s day !

therefore, it becomes may bam! my heart would flutter pointlessly. It’s the month with many days off from school right? I think everyone would do it if you have school days…maybe. Isn’t it that the weight of may alone approaching distinctly, perhaps our childlike innocence is still alive?

the last end of year stage occasion.. everyone, the members and company too said 2017 all together. we’ve already approached half way through the year, time really flies. yesterday I thought about the word “future”.미未(not) 올래來(coming). A word that we live by bound the most together with words of happiness and love. but suddenly there is not future. I thought that.

because its already may of 2017 that we waited eagerly for, maybe the that future is just a myth. because the most important thing is right now. I thought that saying to do it in the future- later on- that future would never come. something about it is superficial but now is the future soon. I’ve always hoped for something for the future and for something to change, but then I couldn’t manage to smell of the trees of the present. it seems that there is a little water given too to speak of. that the present is the future soon

you may be curious. In the meantime I’m getting a some things ready that are fun again. because we have a lot of things to prepare, the pace is a bit slower than before. because we want to make them more carefully and elaborately. I miss when I didn’t know about the world and had fears of the old past. but there are pros and cons. I think I want to show you since I did it so finely. still..I’m daring to do my best. dare I.

BTS is barely starting. Up until now, we have tried things we haven’t before and we want to try more. It’s barely may more or less.. It doesn’t feel like may has come somehow. The may now and the may 10 years ago have many differences but, when I see my little cousin getting excited to go to lotte world, I’m still thrilled and envious. we will be like this. the weather is warm despite it getting hotter as the summer quickens.

how is everyone’s may? In your hearts, me. us. I thought (about that) for a moment, what season, what month will i stay in. But it’s sad that I can’t hear all the stories. I will try to do my best though. Like music if I can do it. warm and hotly.

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Don’t Freak V

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

PART V

AN: I AM COMPLETE TRASH. NO SURPRISE THERE.


Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.

Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.

“He came by today,”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re scared,”

“Of what?”

“The prospect that someone actually has feelings for you that aren’t platonic?” Jonathan shrugged as if it made perfect sense. “You’re so used to it just being me and you that the thought of someone actually spilling their guts out to you freaks you out. And he actually did it,”

“Shouldn’t it freak me out?! This is a normal reaction! I am reacting normally!” She grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and smothered her face in it, screaming.

“And from the fact that you’ve been cooped up in your house all weekend, missed school today, and you’re now screaming into a pillow, I’d say that…this is effecting you as more than a freak out,” Y/N took the pillow off her face and glared at Jonathan.

“I do not like him,” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t!”

“Okay,” He shrugged.

“He’s a jerk!” Y/N went back to pacing, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.  

“Uh-huh,” He nodded.

“He’s completely full of himself,”

“Alright,”

“And don’t get me started on that stupid hair,” She pointed at Jonathan, who just sat and watched his best friend unravel before his very eyes. “Stupid, perfect hair,” She muttered to herself, but was loud enough for Jonathan to catch it.

“Anything else?” She looked like a wild woman before him as she held her arm out on either side of her.

“Literally everything about him is bad!” Jonathan rolled his eyes.

“Come on, you know that’s not true. I mean, yeah, he’s a dick, but after everything you told me he said, it makes sense. And…he’s a person with feelings?”

“What are you doing?” Y/N pointed accusingly at Jonathan,

“Nothing,” He put his hands out in surrender, “It’s just that from a guy’s perspective, it kinda makes sense,”

“It makes sense that he’s treated you like shit for three years? That’s what you’re saying? Now he suddenly has feelings?”

“Yeah, for you -a girl- who is not me.” Then Jonathan sighed, “Do I appreciate that he’s treated me like shit for three years because he has some kind of neanderthal complex? No, but you’re not seeing it the way I’m seeing it.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” Jonathan gave her a pointed look.

“Don’t deflect,” Y/N shoved a pillow into his chest, “Listen, I’m the last person that would defend him to anyone, especially you, but he just had a look when I talked to him at school.” Y/N sat back down. “Do what you want, but now that I know he came to check on you when I told him you weren’t in class, it all adds up. Do I like that it’s him that’s making a move on you, no, but he seems…genuine? And if he can make you happy…” Y/N flung herself back onto the cushions and groaned.

“I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do,” Y/N looked to Jonathan for any kind of direction.

“You could do the normal human thing and give him a shot? Talk to him without clamming up.” Y/N’s face scrunched up.

Who are you?”


“I can’t do this,” Y/N stared at her garage door from the driver seat of her car. She sat there in the freezing car for at least a half hour. The key wasn’t even in the ignition and she felt like she was going to throw up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back against the seat and took deep, calming breaths.

A sudden knock on her window caused her to punch the horn in freight.

Shit-fuck!” Y/N screamed, her body sliding awkwardly to the floor space of the Jetta. Her head and shoulders were on on the seat and she could see Steve’s petrified face looking down at her.

Y/N, even more awkwardly, cranked the window down.

“Steve,”

“Are you alright?” Y/N nodded

“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually,” Steve raised an eyebrow at her tone. “I was actually on my way to find you,”

“Really?” He asked skeptically. She awkwardly nodded. “Going nowhere fast?” He nodded to the keys sitting on the passenger seat. Y/N rolled her head to look, then back to Steve.

“I would’ve made it there…eventually,” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I was incredibly rude this morning. This isn’t…easy…for me,”

“Uh, apology accepted, but are we going to do this, like this?” Steve motioned between the two of them.

“Can you…turn around or something? So I can, at least, keep some of my dignity?” Steve chuckled and humored her. With his back turned, the door opened with a squeak and Steve heard a grunt and a plop on the pavement behind him. He snickered to himself, not wanting to piss her off.

“Alright, I’m somewhat presentable,” Y/N was stuffing her keys into her coat pocket as he turned back around.

“You uh, want to go for a ride?” Steve did a side nod, motioning to his car, hopeful that she would take him up on his offer. It took everything in Y/N to not bolt for the door to her house, but she nodded and followed him, getting in on the passenger side.

They drove in silence, only the cassette playing softly as background noise. Y/N recognized it, more than recognized it.

“Escape?” Y/N asked. She knew which album it was, but she was trying to initiate the conversation. Goddamn it, Jonathan. Steve smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a great album,” Jonathan actually bought her the album as an early birthday present when it was released in ’81 because she was absolutely obsessed with Steve Perry for a short period of time. She wasn’t going to tell Steve that though.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” She admitted. Don’t clam up. Y/N had to hold her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.

“Me too!” Steve nearly shouted, then immediately looked horrified at his outburst. He was just happy they could agree on something. One of Y/N’s hands covered her mouth, but he saw her smile before the mittens on her hands covered it. “There it is. I finally get a smile out of you and it’s because I’m an idiot,” Steve muttered shook his head, but blushed all the same causing Y/N to actually laugh. Unfortunately for Steve, it was gone as quickly as it came. Y/N was soon back to her nervous, quiet self.

Steve drove through Hawkins and passed through the town limits. There were miles of hills and flatlands outside of the town. There was a gravel turn off of the two lane highway. They drove with Journey filling the silence until he parked facing the town. The sun was starting to set over the mountain at the backside of Hawkins, casting a pink glow over everything. Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face Y/N.

“So,” Steve started, “Were you actually going out to find me?” Y/N turned to look at him. She nodded.

“Yeah,”

“Okay,” He pressed for Y/N to continue.

“It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been entirely fair to you. I never considered that you were actually serious, serious. Like, I knew you were serious, but there’s no way you could’ve actually been seriously serious? You know?” Steve’s brain tried to compute what Y/N was trying to say, but he ended up with -Y/N would never admit- an adorably confused face.

“No?” Y/N sighed and looked down to her hands.

“No one’s ever really shown interest in me, which is fine, but then you came whirling out of nowhere, confessing that you’ve been pining after me for years. To be blunt, Steve, it fucked me up.”

“Not the reaction I was hoping for, just so you know,” Y/N took the mittens off her now warm hands and set them on her lap.

“I guess I’ve never really been interested in relationships to actually care that I’ve never had one. I never imagined myself in one. It just…wasn’t a thought. My parent’s relationship was incredibly shitty, so I guess that played a part in it. I figured if that was what a relationship was, I didn’t want any part in one. After they got divorced, my mom seemed happier, so why even go through it in the first place if you could bypass it and just be happy? Then you came along and now I don’t know what to think anymore. What I do know is that what I’m feeling right now isn’t something I’ve ever felt before, and if I don’t give this a shot, I’ll regret it.” She partially mirrored his words during their last car ride. Steve’s eyes held hope. Give him a shot.

“But now that you’ve come back, turned night into day. I need you to stay,”

Y/N grabbed every ounce of courage she held within her and reached over to Steve. She gently cupped his cheek and pulled him towards her. The song playing over the stereo gave her some extra needed encouragement.

“So now I come to you with open arms. Nothing to hide, believe what I say.”

When their lips met, it was like fireworks were erupting behind Y/N’s eyes. It was short, but it was sweeter than anything she could’ve ever imagined.  

“So here I am with open arms. Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me with open arms,”

This…really just happened. Y/N kissed Steve because she wanted to. She wanted to.

As they pulled apart, Steve had the goofiest smile stretched across his face.

“Thanks,” Y/N bursted into a full laugh in Steve’s face. It was like music to his ears. Her forehead hit his chest and he could feel the rumbles of her laughter. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and held her to himself as she tried to calm down. Once she could form words again, she pulled herself up. Steve’s hand moved to rest at the base of her neck, his thumb rubbing just under her ear.

“You’re welcome, Steve.” Y/N said with a shy smile and a darkening blush on her cheeks.


There it is; the meat and potatoes y’all have been waiting for because I’m a creature that thrives on angst and suffering. I had the dumbest look on my face while I tried to write this.

I don’t know if I want to post more to this? It seems like a good place to end it? Idk, I might do a few parts of moments throughout their relationship??

“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave. 

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat. 

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet. 

He admired everything you did…

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous. 

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else. 

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities. 

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you. 

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy. 

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping. 

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him,  even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion. 

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you. 

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BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
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series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!

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Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.

It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.

‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.

'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.

'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.

'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.

'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.

Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.

El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.

He forgot to breathe for a moment.

'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.

Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.

'Uh, hi Hopper. ’

'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’

He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.

'What’s that? ’

'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.

'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’

'Joyce’s here too. ’

Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.

'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.

'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.

He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.

'Open your present. ’

He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.

'No shit!’

'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.

'This is so cool!’

Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.

'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.

'Thank you. ’ he breathed.

'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.

'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’

El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.

Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.

'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’

Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.

'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’

Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.

'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’

'Of course. ’

He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.

I don’t care.

I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.

I do not care.

Straightening his back, he walked down.

Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.

'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.

'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.

For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.

'Mike? Hey, Mike?’

'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.

'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.

'Yeah, sorry.’

'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’

'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’

He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’

'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’

'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.

'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.

Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.

He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.

And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.

Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.

But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.

'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…

There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.

The silence carried on.

He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.

And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.

Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.

He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.

'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.

'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.

And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.

He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.

They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.

El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.

'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.

'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.

And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.

They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.

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“Will I Be the Lead?” (P2) || Finn Wolfhard

“Will I Be the Lead?” : Part 1

Request: many requested a part 2

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: (Y/N) lives in Finn’s stüssy hoodie, Jake becomes Hulk, Finn believes he has wolf senses, Josh brings to light about a time travel theory and Wyatt would lose a race.

A/N: I’m feeling a part 3 is gonna be needed :’))) & thank you to @thelosversclubs for letting me use some ideas from your post // P.S. i’ve noticed some people using ideas from the ending of my Halloween imagine, like that’s cool and all but please credit and ask me first bc I worked really hard on it and I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to have ideas taken and not have a credit ygmmm <3 Also wanted to say I’m happy people backed Finn after the whole thing of people being horrible bc like people have said he owes no one anything, like also he’s 14 why verbally attack him, i cant comprehend honestly- but he did nothing wrong in my eyes and he was probably also pretty taken aback by the amount of people bc again hes 14 anyway enjoyyyyyy Xx

26th November, it’d been 2 years since Finn had left and none of the group had received any form of contact from him. The only time they’d heard about him was through his mum, letting them know he had arrived at his destinations and exactly what those destinations were. Other than that, the group had no replies, so they decided to just take the time as it came.

Josh and (Y/N) were out in the cold morning of the day, skating down their street. She had one of Finn’s expensive hoodies on, something she could only ever imagine to afford, that he’d been given from a photoshoot. She had the sleeves covering her hands, stopping them from freezing, yet her legs were bare. She had socks pulled up to a quarter of her calf, and knee length denim shorts on loosely; she had thought that seeing the sun through the window meant it was warm but as she got outside, she realised it was false but Josh didn’t let her change.

Throughout the day, the two were talking non-stop about films they’d seen, hoped to see and their own ideas for filming. They had skated to a local diner, seated across from each other in a two-people booth.

“Is everything okay?” she asked him, she could tell by the way he looked at his phone that he was mentally reacting to something. He didn’t hear her as he carried on reading on his phone. “Josh?” he quickly snapped his head up, trying not to indicate any sign of emotion. He just raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed and waved her off. “Everything’s fine, so what are you having?” he asked, putting his phone on the table. The two looked through the menus, suggesting meals to the other.

“I’m thinking about having a milkshake-“ Josh’s phone vibrated and he quickly pulled it away. He replied to whatever the message had been, and then placed it back on the table before squinting, clearly thinking to himself, and putting in his pocket. He looked back up to her, clearly suspicious but she rolled her eyes and gave up caring about it.

“Good choice,” he said as she ordered, handing the two menus to the waitress. “I have a question for you, though,” she nodded for him to proceed. “If I turned out to be an alien, like this was just my human form, what would you do? Like would you disown me as a friend?”

She shook her head, laughing, looking down then looked back up at him. “Is there something I should know?” he faked a suspicious eye look and ran out from his seat, causing everyone in the diner to look at the two, not that they took any notice, and he soon walked back. Their food had come and they spent the time in silence enjoying the food, occasionally looking up at each other to give a nod of approval.

“Happy Birthday,” he said as a slice of chocolate cake for him came, putting a candle in it and using his own lighter to light it for her. “It’s my dessert to eat but you can blow out the candles,” she flicked his forehead before blowing out the light. She sighed, thinking about how Finn had now missed yet another birthday of hers, but she was soon brought out of her thoughts by Josh. “Can I have a go on your board?” he asked her, she shrugged.

“I don’t see why not,” she smiled, halving the payment with him. “Just don’t break it.”

                                                        ***

“You fucking broke it!” she practically screamed, voice cracking as she did. “How do you fall off the board and run it right under a moving car, like, how does that just happen?” she began to pace, hands running through her hair as she began to breathe heavily.

“I fell off on purpose,” he said cautiously. “I didn’t see the car coming, though.”

She turned her head slowly towards Josh, “You have three seconds to run before I fucking kill you,” she said through gritted teeth, eyes wide and sending sharp daggers towards him.

“Look,” he said, holding in laughter, as he held his hands up in defence. “I’ll take you to get a new one, okay?” he said. “I’ll pay.”

“Yeah, you better,” she shook her head. “Like right now.”

He checked his phone. “How about in like… half an hour?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“You better not be bullshitting me, Oval,” she referenced the shape nickname that her and Finn gave to him. “You’re so dead, otherwise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off as they began to walk on the pavement. “You never answered my question, by the way,” he tried changing the subject, hoping she wasn’t still mad at him.

“What question?” she asked, attempting to think back at their conversations. “Oh, the alien one,” he nodded, looking down at her. “I wouldn’t disown you as a friend, no,” she smiled. “But I’d probably blackmail you with it, you know, get all the shit I’ve ever wanted.”

“I see you’re still mad,” he laughed. She gave him a sarcastic smile and nod before flicking his forehead again.

                                                       ***

The two got to the store and both looked around, Josh allowing her to pick any board she wanted. He was on his phone frantically texting multiple times to someone whenever she had her back turned.

“How about-“ she stopped, seeing Josh quickly look up and put his hand down, which held his phone, at his side. “Are you secretly breaking up with someone because you’ve been like that with your phone the whole day,” she laughed but he just ignored her comment and nodded towards the boards hung up on the wall. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I can’t be bothered to care if you won’t tell me,” she turned round and began to scan the prices of the boards.

“Try and go with the cheapest, please,” he chuckled. “My money is tight.”

“You’re the tight one,” she scoffed jokingly. “If Finn was here, he’d be telling me to purposely pick the most expensive because you purposely broke my board,” she tapped on the price stickers to the tune of Jurassic Park, causing Josh to smile to himself. She’d had the tendency to tap on anything with the theme tune but she was completely unaware, which made the others in the group never actually mention anything.

“That sounds about right,” she quickly flicked her head round, almost hurting her neck at how fast she’d done it. She knew that wasn’t Josh and as she looked, she saw Finn stood directly in front of her holding an obviously shaped present. She flung herself towards him, after he quickly put the present down on the table and then pulled away. “Hi,” he chuckled, smiling widely at her. “Is that my hoodie?”

She looked down and pulled at it, “Yeah it is.” She said nonchalantly, shrugging and smiling.

“Oh cool, looks cute,” she smiled even more at his remark. Josh watched as the two stared at each other, almost as if they were the only ones in the room.

“Yeah, well it’s mine now,” she hugged herself, rocking her torso sideways.

He just shrugged, “Okay, it looks better on you anyway,” he tugged at the sleeves, gently brushing her fingertips accidentally. “Jesus you’re cold,” he laughed which made her place her hands on either side of his face on his cheeks. “I missed you, Dickwad,” she laughed, pulling him back into a tight hug. He held one hand on the back of his head, seeing as he’d grown taller yet again since the last time they saw each other, and held the other around her. “You absolute, arse, though, why didn’t you tell us you were here?” she asked, hitting his arm. “Wait, this is all a bit coincidental,” she turned to Josh. “Is he the one you were-“

Josh nodded. “The one I was secretly breaking up with, yes,” she laughed. “He told me to break your board, though, so don’t keep hating me. I’m also not here to buy you one,” he nodded towards the present on the desk.

“I hate you guys,” she laughed. Finn gave her the present and she bounded like a child as she took it from him. She sat on the floor and unwrapped it, giving herself multiple paper cuts from how carelessly she was doing it.

“I bet you it’s a bike,” Josh said, nodding in anticipation. It caused her to stop and look up at him, laughing along with Finn whilst Josh just stared blankly at the gift.

She finally got to the present, not surprised that it was a new skateboard. The top was a khaki colour, “Look underneath,” Finn said excited. She turned it over, seeing that it had been custom made with a graffiti cartoon of the group. Josh was drawn at the side standing up, eyes melting black, holding the top of his skateboard with it stood on the ground. Wyatt on the other side doing the same as Josh, the two with their chins up as if like tough bodyguards. Jake was drawn as the Hulk, placed between the two boys and much taller than the rest. (Y/N) was drawn crouched down on a board, with Finn doing a leapfrog over her.

“This is sick,” she said and Josh came over to look too. He laughed at his eyes and took a photo. Wyatt came running through the door with Jake, out of breathe and leaning down. “Traffic was bad, but finally got here,” he said. The two walked over to where everyone else was stood and looked at the board.

Alright, man, I’m the Hulk,” he nodded and clapped his hands together. “What’s up with Josh’s eyes,” he laughed, holding his stomach.

“My knowledge was pouring out of me from my brain,” Josh said plainly.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Knowledge.”

                                                        ***

It was around 4 o’clock and the sun was still up, causing everyone to complain about how hot they were. Josh and (Y/N) were stood, boiling in the heat, as they tried to work out where Finn had taken them. They were stood still and Wyatt had decided to sit on the floor, whilst Jake lied down.

“Dude, we’re in the middle of a car park,” she said. “Where are we meant to actually be?” They had no signal on their phones and Finn was walking in circles. “You know he’s got us lost, right?” She laughed quietly with Josh.

“Yeah, but I mean- what is he doing?” He whispered and laughed. She turned her attention towards Finn, who had his fingers to his temples and looked around. He was biting his lip and was squinting both because of the brightness and because he was in so much fake concentration, almost looking constipated.

“My wolfie senses are tingling,” he said, walking towards the group.

“Wolfie senses?” she questioned.

“Yeah, like spidey senses but wolfie because I’m a Wolfhard,” he seemed impressed by himself. She nodded as he spoke. “Like a hard wolf,” she just raised her eyebrows and smirked. “It’s cool, okay?” he shouted, pretending to cry as he walked away.

He carried on with his actions of holding his fingers to his temples before abruptly pointing in a random direction. “I’ve forgotten where it is, let’s go eat,” he pointed and started walking fast, causing the others to quickly rail behind. All out of breathe and dragging their feet on the ground.

“Is a harrow a bird or a fish?” Wyatt asked. They’d all been talking randomly like they usually did, most likely having passer-by’s over hear them. They were sat on a patch of grass in a large open park, eating, (Y/N) and Finn sat next to each other and the other 3 sat opposite.

“I think you’re thinking of a sparrow,” she said, pointing at him, almost as if she was clicking on an option given in mid-air.

“Yeah and a herring,” Finn laughed, his hand on the floor behind her. She was hunched up, Starbucks hot chocolate cup in hand, her arms resting on her knees. Finn was rested back slightly, his arm behind him for support, legs out in front of him crossed and a root beerbottle in his free hand. He’d taken a swig and pointed to him with his bottled hand.

“It’s a tool,” Josh said. “Kinda like you Finn,” he nodded towards him, not even a tug at his lips to indicate that he was joking. Alike to her, his sense of humour was hard to tell, which made her laugh even more at his jokes.

“Fuck you, Oval,” he said, calling him by his nickname of a shape. “Wyatt’s the tool, we all know that, have you seen his photo shoots?” She took out her phone, laughing, in attempts to find the photos of Wyatt. Finn was leant close to her, pointing and telling her what to write whilst the two giggled.

“Shut up,” he whined. “You guys are such arseholes, just because I know how to work a camera.”

She nodded in agreement as she looked through the photos. She made “ooh” noises jokingly and was still laughing.

“You know we can technically time travel?” Josh said. Everyone looked at him, giving indications of him to elaborate. “Right, so if you go on a plane to fly to a different country or wherever with a different time span or whatever it is, you’re either going back in time- reliving a day that you’ve already experienced- or going forward in time- missing a day that you haven’t lived yet.” All stared at him, thinking to themselves and then mouth’s gaped open.

“Holy shit,” she said. Josh looked impressed with himself and brushed his hands against each other as if dusting off his knowledge on the floor.

“I know-“

“Where did you read that?” Finn spoke up. “No way did your mind function that by itself.”

“I have a lot of these things in my brain,” he shrugged. “They just pop up whenever they feel like saying ‘hellooo’, you know?” he trailed.

“You’re something special, Oval,” Finn said.

“My mum says that too,” he nodded, seemingly proud. “How funny.”

                                                         ***

Finn and (Y/N) had gone back to her house, looking for some films to take back to his to watch. She let themselves in and the two made their way upstairs. Finn looked around as he walked, a paining feeling in his chest as he realised just how long he’d been away.

“Haven’t been in here in ages,” he smiled, wandering around her bedroom. “It’s so different- Did you take these?” he interrupted himself as he looked at her wall covered in photos. Whilst he’d been away, she found a hobby and interest in taking photographs, both digital and film. “These are insane,” he beamed as he looked in awe at all of them. His eyes were scanning each one slowly, wanting to look thoroughly and in depth.

She walked over and stood next to him, she shrugged modestly. “I don’t know,” she laughed. “I think they’re pretty average,” he shot his head towards her with a look of somewhat annoyance, thinking how can she not see it? “What?”

He shook his head, diverting his attention back to the wall. “You’re crazy talented, the fuck, man,” he chuckled. “You need to take photos of me for my Instagram, I’d get scouted as a model with your photography,” she blushed slightly, nudging his arm in embarrassment and awkwardness. She sat on her bed and he turned, leaning against her desk opposite her. “Seriously.”

They stayed in silence for a few minutes. “You’re not bullshitting me?”

He shook his head. “No, I would never bullshit you,” he said. “Ever” she smiled weakly. “How have you been, how’s your mum?”

“I’m good, like actually really good,” she spoke genuinely but avoided eye contact with Finn. He smiled, at ease to know that she was feeling better than the last time he’d seen and spoken to her. “My mum’s doing well, too, we’re a lot more open with each other now. So that’s helpful, I started to take photos because it gives me a reason to get out the house, you know?”

“You have no idea how happy I am,” he stayed looking at her, not that she knew this. She then looked up and softened his look, not as fixated on her this time. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by her catching him looking at her the way that he was.

The two had made their way back to Finn’s house and were sat downstairs watching a film whilst their parents were outside talking and socially drinking. She had her head resting on his lap, yawning every so often, and was curled up like a hedgehog. She had still got Finn’s hoodie on and had the sleeves pulled over he palms again, her hands resting underneath her head. Finn’s hands were placed on her forearms, occasionally tapping a new and made up beat.

“I feel like that’d be Wyatt,” she laughed, barely able to hear herself as she had one ear covered by the back of her hand. “Legit just trailing behind, like if we were to all race I reckon Jake would be kinda middle, Josh would be right next to Wyatt, no doubt,” she cackled. She pointed and pulled her arm back to underneath her head.

“Will I be the lead?” he joked, knowing full well she would make an excuse to make him lose, and her to win.

“No,” she sat up and looked at him, shaking her head, “I’d beat your arse,” she laughed, speaking with a confident tone.

“See,” he said, not convinced. “I think I would be, I think I’d be way in front,” she squinted at him and he copied her, mimicking, as if the two were in a western show down.

“Mum!” They both yelled in unison, eyes still focused on the other. They both ran out the room, shoving each other to get through the door first. They made their way out to the back garden where their parents were, “Who do you think-“ they, again, spoke at the same time and looked at each other.

“Who do you think would win in a race?” He asked, they all laughed.

“Don’t laugh, this a serious question,” she said impatiently, bouncing up and down.

“Okay, okay,” they waved for them to calm down.

“I think (Y/N) would win,” Finn’s brother piped up from the kitchen. “Finn would come close behind by about 3 laps,” Finn pulled a face at Nick which he gave back.

“My favourite Wolfhard,” she laughed, running in to get a fist-bump from him, causing Finn to whine.

“I would win,” he scoffed. “All of you are just jealous.”

Don't Laugh.

Bucky Barnes/Reader/Ivar.

Warnings: SMUT. Modern AU. Edging, threesome, poly relationship, name calling, a tiny bit of jealousy, I just found out the other day I have a crying kink, pet names, awful writing, my first time writing Ivar.

Word Count: 2653.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Winterboneless for the win, you bitches.

This goes for everyone that is now crushing on Ivar, even if they don’t watch Vikings.

@sexylibrarian1 Take this as a late birthday present. @thecrownedrose Who always tags me on everything Vikings, @bladebarnes @captainpoopweinersoldier@erisjade @ryverpenrad @feelmyroarrrr @ivartheboneme​ @ms-potts-to-you @bethy-sue@redheadedtrollop@ivars-pet  @ivarinleatherpants​ I know there was someone who asked me to tag her, but I forgot and I’m sorry.


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“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You turned at the sound of your name, your H/C locks whipping the air as you looked for the source of the voice. 

“Jughead, what’s up?” You asked, a tinge of surprise in your voice. You and Jughead weren’t exactly close friends, but you were friends with Betty. You wondered what he needed from you. 

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"Betty’s birthday is coming up.” He said, and everything was clearer. “I’m not exactly a party nor a surprise guy, but—" 

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So that’s why he picked you. You were beginning to wonder why he didn’t turn to his best bud Archie or Betty’s bff, Veronica. Though it’s not that you mind. You actually did enjoy a bit of arts and crafts. 

"Sure,” You confirmed, continuing to walk as the second bell just rang, before abruptly stopping and slapping your forehead. “Oh, shhh. I forgot! I have cheer practice today. Would it be okay if I swing by a little late?" 

Jughead throws his hands mid-air. "It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you." 

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"Oh, I’d love to, but uh, my mom told me to come straight home today. She needs my help with some… work stuff,” You choked out. “A lot of, uh, work stuff.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow at your poor excuse. You clear your throat.

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“Shoot, I can’t believe it’s this late! And of course, next time, definitely! I’ll catch you later!” You quickly added, waving goodbye and jogging away before Betty could asked you any more questions. 


Soon enough, you reached Jughead’s trailer. You noticed several bikes up front and you wonder whether he had invited some of his other friends to help. Serpents, to be exact. Not that that was a problem with you, as you were actually one of the more open-minded residents in Riverdale that knew that not all serpents were bad. Though you did think of what their reactions would be if they saw a Northsider come and help along. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, faintly hearing voices coming from the inside. 


The inside of the trailer was a mess. Colored paper, streamers, balloons and the like were spread out all over the living area as Jughead tries to create something presentable. 

“This just looks… wrong.” He said, wrinkling his nose as he holds up what was supposed to be a origami flower. Veronica had left templates and instructions on how to make them but he couldn’t seem to get them right. 

“How about this one?” Toni said, holding up her own creation. Thankfully, he wasn’t there to suffer alone. Toni Topaz and Sweet Pea, two of the younger serpents, were hanging around Jughead’s trailer to pass time. Though unsurprisingly, Toni was the only one that readily offered to help Jughead with Betty’s birthday surprise. After all, it was pretty hard to imagine the tall, muscular, and hot-headed Sweet Pea sitting obediently while making paper flowers. 

Jughead takes the origami flower on Toni’s palm and examines it. 

“This… is great, actually,” He mumbles, carefully placing the dainty flower in an empty shoebox (so he wouldn’t lose it), before cutting out more square pieces of paper to make a new flower. “One down and heaps more to go…” 

Toni looks over at Sweet Pea, who’s busy fiddling with his phone. 

“Hey, Sweet Pea, why don’t you make yourself useful and cut out squares for us, huh?” She says, handing the tall boy a sheet of colored paper and some scissors. Sweet Pea doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he mumbles an excuse. 

“I, uh, I’m left handed..?” He says, almost sounding like a question, tilting his phone to the side to control his mobile racecar. 

Toni wrinkles her nose, straight up thinking that that was a lie, though not recalling any instances when she caught Sweet Pea writing. She was sure he used his right fist to punch, though. 

“…and?" 

"Lefties need special scissors.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly, finally putting his phone down and making eye contact. Toni raised her eyebrow and peeked over to see that Sweet Pea’s red racecar had suffered an unfortunate crash. 

…right,” She said, leering her eyes but retrieving her outstretched hand. “So how about you try to make flowers instead?" 

Sweet Pea was just about to cough out another excuse when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He quickly stood up. 

"Well, that must be Fogarty. We’re hitting the Wyrm. Sorry I couldn’t stay for your arts and crafts session, Jones.” He said, flashing the two serpents a cheeky grin before heading straight to the door before someone in the room stopped him. “Took you damn long enough—" 

But it wasn’t Fangs at the door. Nor was it a man. In front of Sweet Pea stood a petite girl, now looking up at the person who swung the door open. She had her hair in a high ponytail, having just come out of cheer practice, therefore also wearing her white, yellow-sleeved top and her tiny shorts that’s main purpose was to allow movement, though if you’re a teen-aged boy, you would only think about how it showcased the girl’s smooth legs wonderfully. Sweet Pea unconsciously raises his eyebrows. 

You couldn’t help but to stare back at the boy towering in front of you. He was huge, you literally had to move your neck to make eye contact. You noticed the serpent tattoo on his neck. Guess you were right about Jughead bringing some friends. 

"Um…" 

"Y/N!” Suddenly, Jughead appeared, putting a hand on the taller boy’s shoulder. 

“This is Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea, Y/N. I, uh, I hope you don’t mind me having a couple of friends over. This one looks scary but I swear none of them bite.” Jughead said, grinning.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, both because of Jughead’s rare, contagious grin and because of the larger teen’s unusual name that didn’t seem to match his appearance. “Nice to meet you." 

The taller boy barely makes out a small smile before breaking eye contact, though his eyes don’t leave you, either. You become a little nervous, feeling even smaller under his gaze. Then Jughead invites you inside… but Sweet Pea still stood in the way. You gulped.

"And, uh, no, I don’t mind. Unless your friends would rather me leave..?” You said, looking back at Sweet Pea, who had been unusually quiet (though you didn’t know that), wondering what he was thinking. You did recall that Southsiders had this complex over Northsiders. Maybe he didn’t like you right off the bat? 

“What, Sweet Pea, cat got your tongue? Why don’t you move over so Y/N could enter? You’re gonna scare her off, you know.” Toni teased. And with that, Sweet Pea blinked, as if recovering from a daze. He awkwardly mutters what sounded like an apology before finally stepping aside. 

“Thank you…” You mumbled, before quickly making your way to the mini gathering on the floor. 

“I brought fries, by the way. Sorry I’m late.” You added, carefully placing the white paper bag with the logo ‘Pop’s’ on an empty space on the floor.

“Toni, this is Y/N, Y/N, Toni.” Jughead said once you were all sitting down on the floor. “And thank you, for the fries. You really didn’t have to." 

"Oh, it was along the way, anyway.” You said, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Toni.”

“I like you already.” Toni says, after taking a bite out of her fry. “Cute outfit, by the way." 

You suddenly felt more conscious of your cheer clothes, especially since you felt Sweet Pea eye you up not too long ago. Guess you couldn’t blame them, though, you haven’t really heard of a cheer team coming from Southside High.

"Thanks. Though really, these are just glorified gym clothes.” You joked, causing Toni to giggle and playfully tap your shoulder. 

“She’s funny.” Toni said, talking to Jughead. “Maybe you should let us meet some more of your friends, Juggy. Especially if they’re as cute as her." 

You blushed instantly and was about to mumble a “thank you” when you were interrupted by a voice the three of you seemingly forgot about. 

"Topaz." 

The three of you looked back at Sweet Pea, who was still standing by the door with a hand on the knob. You wondered whether he was annoyed or if that was just his default face. 

"Can we talk for a sec?" 

Toni raised an eyebrow but followed the tall boy outside the trailer anyway. You briefly wondered if they were a couple, but decided not to raise your question to Jughead, who seemed to be focused on crafting his flower. 

"So, is there anything left for me to do?" 


You had successfully made three little origami flowers when the trailer door opened. Toni and Sweet Pea entered and you noticed that the former looked a bit annoyed. Jughead seemed to notice this, too. 

"What is this, a lover’s quarrel?” He joked. 

“Oh please.” Toni said, rolling her eyes and assuming her earlier position beside you. 

“Thought you knew I preferred girls, Jones?” Sweet Pea said right back, sitting down on the empty space on your other side before helping himself with some of the fries you brought over. You could tell that Toni rolled her eyes again. She scooted closer to you. 

“Is this how you do it?“ She asked, holding her own unfinished flower against yours. 

"Oh, uh, yeah,” You replied, before pointing at the corner of the would-be flower. “Then you fold over that part." 

"Thought you already knew how to make that?” Sweet Pea said over to Toni, who stuck her tongue out at the boy in response. Sweet Pea moves closer to you before bending his torso over your lap, reaching for the scissors on your other side. “Excuse me…" 

You stayed incredibly still, so as to not accidentally touch him. You still couldn’t gauge the personality of the guy, and he was pretty intimidating even without considering his height. You observed his form as he bent over you. He had really broad shoulders with large, defined muscles that caused the fabric of his flannel to cling onto his arms tightly. He smelled of smoke and hints of boyish cologne. He was basically the human version of testosterone. He flashed you a smile after managing to retrieve the scissors when he noticed that you were looking at him, catching you off guard. You quickly looked away. 

"Thought lefties needed ‘special scissors’, Pea?” Toni taunted after watching the scene in front of her. 

“Who said I was a leftie?” The boy replied nonchalantly, not looking up from his own business. Toni shot Sweet Pea a sharp glare and was about to call him out when door suddenly barged open (déjà vu). 

“Fogarty! Finally! Whisk your boyfriend away, would you?” Toni said, sighing in relief. 

“Sweet Pea. Let’s bounce.”

“Busy.” Sweet Pea replied instantly, finishing cutting up a square. He inches closer to you. “How do you do this?" 

You look straight at Jughead, who just raises his hands as if to say, ‘I have no idea what’s going on right now’. You look at Toni, who’s looking at Fogarty, pressuring the boy to take Sweet Pea away. Finally, you look back at Sweet Pea, who was looking straight into your eyes. And instantly, you remembered just how innocent a snake’s eyes could look. 


Fangs raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You sent me an S.O.–" 

"Fogarty, how about you make yourself useful and cut us up some squares, huh? It’s still too early to go to the Wyrm, anyway.” Sweet Pea interrupted, turning his head around to look at the mentioned boy. You couldn’t see the look Sweet Pea was giving him, because this meant he had his back turned to you, but it was a look that one could only accurately describe as threatening. Fangs threw his hands in the air in instant defeat and made his way to sit beside Jughead, who did the honors of handing him some paper and scissors. “This is Y/N, by the way. Y/N, Fangs." 

That was the third introduction today. And you thought you’d be spending the rest of the afternoon quietly making crafts with Jughead. You gave Fangs a small smile, before motioning to the takeout container sitting in the middle of your little circle. "Help yourself." 

Fangs grinned, picking up a fry and taking you up on your offer. "Don’t mind if I do." 

Sweet Pea cleared his throat. You glance at him. "Oh, right. Sorry. Um, can I have a look…?" 

He holds up a roughly-cut square piece of powder blue colored paper. His cutting job sort of reflects his personality, you thought. 

"So you fold over this part…" 

"Mhmm…” He bends over a bit and holds his square closer to your own. You briefly felt the cold metal of his ring when his fingers accidentally bumped your own while he tries to hold his paper up properly on its right side. “This one?" 

"Um, yes. Then you do this…” You gulped, demonstrating the steps on your own flower. Your fingers were slightly trembling at this point, a product of his mere existence. You were about to turn over your flower but your unsteady hands accidentally dropped it on his lap, which, only now, you noticed was very close to yours. You inwardly cursed yourself. 

“S-sorry…” You quickly tried to retrieve the traitor, making absolutely sure to only make contact with the paper, but his hand met yours and the two of you ended holding it up together. You didn’t notice, but the other two boys were now watching the show in front of them with their eyebrows raised. There was a short wave of silence before it was broken by a feminine voice. 

“Oh, look, Pea. I found the instructions! Guess you don’t have to bother Y/N anymore.” Toni said, a wide smile on her face as she waved the piece of paper in the air. 

Embarrassed, you quickly looked down on your lap, at the flower Sweet Pea had let go of and you managed to retrieve. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at Toni before snatching the sheet of paper which instantly became a crumpled ball in his fist. By then, Jughead and Fangs, though the latter had just arrived, fully understood what was going on. A tug-o-war was happening in front of their eyes, with you as the prized flag. 


I made this in one night please be kind

anonymous asked:

MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?

Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:

b u t hope you enjoy ^~^

–R.I.


MC as a Birthday Present ♡

Yoosung 

  • (March 12th)
  • Everyone had been busy on his birthday…except you
  • (He was quite bittersweet about it. He was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him on his birthday?!?!)
  • So you decided to take him out to a LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE WAS REALLY SHOCKED
  • He almost cried tears of joy when you showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally tightly
  • …only to realize what he was doing
  • “Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
  • After all, he was a strong believer in only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
  • But you laughed it off, and dragged him by the hand to lead him into the convention center
  • There was SO MUCH MERCH
  • all of which he couldn’t buy
  • He hadn’t been prepared for this, after all…
  • You noticed his teary eyes as he stared hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
  • He also spent about half an hour following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him towards them
  • Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
  • When it was time to go home, he honestly didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD, it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend more time with you…”
  • The last of his words came out as a whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
  • He asked so cutely though. Of course you followed him home :D
  • When you reached the apartment, though, he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try. As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best gift I’ve ever received…”
  • You paused in your movement, a small laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets… Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
  • You took out a gift-wrapping bow and placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
  • His heart was going W I L D, gosh what are you doing to this poor boy!?!
  • His eyes narrowed with determination as he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be the best gift in the worl–”
  • “HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open, revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit to how selfish you can be!”
  • Yoosung gaped at the interior of his apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
  • Yoosung quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
  • With an irritated look, Zen crossed his arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”

Zen

  • (April 1st)
  • “Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time with you…”
  • You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
  • His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean, it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills, he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
  • “It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in consideration of that, and returned the smile.
  • Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
  • There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
  • “They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
  • (run omg)
  • You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
  • Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with me. I’m so sorry…”
  • He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s Day preceding birthday wishes.
  • “Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
  • He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
  • Control the beast. Control the beast. COntrolcontrolcontrolcontr-
  • “Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing to yourself.
  • Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
  • He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.

Jaehee

  • (December 28th)
  • She hadn’t expected anyone to do anything for her birthday O_O
  • “MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
  • “You don’t have to thank me~” you grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after  all~”
  • She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to be cared for.”
  • Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you exclaimed with excitement
  • The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
  • She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
  • You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun began to set. 
  • “Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!! Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…” you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with her, noticing how delighted she looked.
  • Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon, you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the trees.
  • From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain… the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
  • It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you admired the natural scenery together…
  • While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both of you.
  • “Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen to have another gift, do you? Haha, I feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing slightly.
  • You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is myself…” 
  • Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M M E R I N G. Even more than it does for Zen!!
  • Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’

Jumin

  • (October 5th)
  • Why.
  • The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra, beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
  • There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class… EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
  • “J-Jumin… today is your birthday… shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he wants to spend time with you)
  • “Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling  extremely awkward and guilty.
  • “Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle in his eyes.
  • Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on and the conversation flowed through.
  • The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
  • “Hm… what do you have in mind?”
  • You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers, making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black blindfold, and his breath hitched.
  • ‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead, he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
  • The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
  • His eyes widened, “This is…?”
  • “A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
  • Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
  • As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each stall, feeling amazed by everything.
  • …It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
  • BAM!
  • His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
  • The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you. Try again next time, buddy.”
  • Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid. (Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
  • You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival, shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
  • He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
  • “Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
  • His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire at your words.
  • “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your eyes like he was about to devour you.
  • Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment, Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
  • Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time? Hm.’

Seven

  • (June 11th)
  • “No.”
  • “Yes.”
  • “I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
  • Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
  • “There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
  • He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC, tsk tsk.”
  • Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
  • At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
  • Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
  • -Flashback-
  • Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately. “GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet as he waltzed around your room. It was 7 in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
  • Not long after you got dressed, he began pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
  • You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well, you could always have me as your present instead…”
  • His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
  • Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of Seven’s prizes in large bags… 
  • Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
  • He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
  • Cue the jaw dropping.
  • And the blush ;)
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Five

Summary: Jared gets over-exited ordering baby things online, which allows to you let him and Jensen into a story from your past. Gen and the boys join you at a 32 week scan.
Words: 2.7k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Tom, Shep, James (OC, mentioned)
Warnings: mild angst, Ditto backstory
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Jensen moved up to Vancouver the first week in August; living back in his trailer until his room at your place had been fully decorated.

It was the first time you’d ever been back for a second season of the same show, so you were eager to get back to filming.

When the first script came through, however, you were entirely unsurprised that you had barely any lines.

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💙 Birthday Special. 💙

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance. Not that he didn’t understand them, he totally did. But more so, the feelings a simple day could provoke.

Lance came from a large family, that was for sure. And with that, came parties.

His racial culture brought those anyway.

And, as the baby of the family, he had always had some pretty fantastic birthdays as a kid.

Though when he got older, that changed.
Little kids expect birthdays, so parents throw them together and make the kid feel special.

When you grow up, you have to learn that you’re not that special. At least that was how Lance saw it.

Having so many brothers and sisters, birthdays were close together and it got to the point where they weren’t as extravagant because it couldn’t be afforded.

By the time July rolled around, many things were happening that often led to Lances birthday being overlooked as a teenager.

College funds, school shopping, all of the things that would be happening days after Lance had his special day.

In time it just stopped being special.

Would he get a present?
Sure, he didn’t really need anything but come on, everyone is going to think about receiving a gift on their big day.

Would he get a Happy Birthday?
Would anyone remember?

Did anyone care enough to listen if he mentioned what day it was?

Most birthdays, Lance wanted to just stay quiet and see how many people would acknowledge the day. Or how many wouldn’t, would be most likely.

Birthdays soon just became regular days for him throughout the years. Sure, maybe he would get a book and a happy birthday from online friends, but nothing big or fun.

Sometimes he’d get to choose dinner.
But like was mentioned, it became just another day for him.

Sometimes he was hopeful, maybe this birthday would be different. He’d have a party again or maybe Hunk would bake him something.

Hell, even just family bonding.
But it was just a wish.

Lances birthday just wasn’t that important.

Not anymore.

So when his birthday rolled around during their first year up in space, he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t even go on Keith about how now he was older, and rub it in his rivals face.

No, that morning Lance woke up as if it were any other day. Pulled on his clothes, his favorite jacket, brushed his teeth, put on some makeup, and within the next hour was out of his room headed for breakfast.

The blue paladin didn’t notice little mice scurrying into vents, rolls of confetti in their jaws.

“Good morning.” Lance chimed as he entered the dining area, making sure he wasn’t looking around at his friends as he casually went to grab a plate of goo.

In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone knew. It couldn’t be helped.

At the front of his skull, desperately clinging the rest, he knew today was just another day.

It sent a vague pain through his chest but he chose to ignore it. Just another day.

“Good morning, buddy! How is the main man?” Hunk piped up in a cheerful tone.

Lance shrugged, walking to the counter for a fork, not looking up. “Oh, you know, feeling as perfect and charming as ever.”

The dry chuckle that passed the boys lips was unnerving, and the Paladins exchanged glances.

“Lance.”

“Hm?” He rose a brow, not looking up as he dug for the utensil.

“Lance.”

“Yeah?”

“Lance.”

Finally the boy looked up, “I hear you, what do— you…” His breath flowed out of him in a harsh exhale.

Oh my gosh.

At the table his friends stood, holding a ‘cake’ and smiling fondly, if not a little worriedly.

In front of them, were a few haphazardly wrapped presents, which were in all honesty wrapped in toilet paper.

The cake was blue, shaped like an ‘L’ for Lance which they assumed was only fitting for someone obsessed with himself.

Lance didn’t let it get to his head, even though the situation was obvious and his face was bright ass red.

Keep it cool. It’s just another day.

Lance looked up at Hunk, taking his surprise and making it something fake. “Oh shit, whose birthday is it?”

The synchronization of furrowed eyebrows was something uncanny; Lance would have laughed.

Shiro spoke up, softly. “It’s your birthday.”

Pidge tilted her head, “July 28th, right?”

Hunk looked nervous for a moment, leaning to Keith and undoubtedly whispering, “We didn’t get the day wrong, did we?”

They hadn’t.
Of course they hadn’t.

Lance took a good look around.
The room was decorated completely, streamers and confetti and even a banner.

Blue lights glittered for Lance.

They had remembered.
They cared and they were having a party.

Lance blinked, then tried to stay cool and shrugged, suddenly way too emotions rushing at once. “Oh, I know. I just didn't…think anyone would care, no one usually does.”

Way to keep it cool.

Suddenly he was rushed with hugs, a swarm of love and caring bodies pressed to his and strong arms around him.

Lance teared up, something he’d been holding back. He chuckled, “Uh, guys?”

“It’s your birthday! Of course we would care!” Pidge exclaimed, squeezing Lances waist tighter in a hug.

“You’re my best friend, how could I forget?” Hunk said next, ruffling Lances hair.

It was happy tears and sniffles after that, and of course celebration and loud.

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance, and forever would be. And ironic.

How?

They were just as unexpected as the day each person decides to be born. Sure, you always know it’s gonna happen, but you are still surprised.

Lance was surprised today.

His space family had not only remembered his birthday, no. That wasn’t initially had Lance so riled up.

It was that they had remembered and acknowledged and embraced it. That was more than he’d gotten in years.

He felt special today.
He felt loved.

If only he knew, what was waiting for him behind the fourth wall, and how much love he was worth.

Happy birthday, Lance.

Yesterday Has Nothing On Today ~ Finn x Reader

The smell of fresh pancakes and vanilla woke you from your slumber. The space next to you where Finn should have been was empty. The curtains were open letting in the soft autumn sunshine, which was a rarity for October. Slowly, you sat up and smiled. It was your birthday. As soon as you remembered, you jumped up out of bed and put on your dressing gown and fluffy socks. Immediately you knew that yesterday would have absolutely nothing on today.

When you entered the kitchen in Finn’s house, you saw him putting the pancakes you could smell on plates and pouring tea into cups. He was smiling to himself as he did this, so lost in his own little world that he didn’t even notice you come in. With a smile that mirrored Finn’s, you cleared your throat. His head snapped up and his soft smile turned into a grin.

“My birthday girl!” He ran towards you and gave you a massive bear hug, “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you, Finn,” You kissed him lightly on the lips, “I could smell the vanilla.”
“Of course you could,” He said fondly, “So, the big one-seven today, huh?”
“Yep. I’m getting old.”
You and Finn took your breakfast to the table and sat down.
“You most certainly are. So old. Seventeen is the new eighty.”
“I know right.”
You both started laughing before beginning on your breakfast.
“So,” Finn said, “The plan for today is: we eat our breakfast that I so lovingly made because I am a fantastic chef, then you open your presents from me, and then…”
You were drawn in by Finn’s pause, “And then?”
“And then you’ll have to wait and see because it’s a surprise.”
“Damn.”
“All in due time, princess, all in due time. Now eat. You’ll need your strength.”

Once both of you had eaten, Finn cleared away the plates and told you to sit still and to keep your eyes closed until he told you otherwise. You could hear the shuffling of feet and bags being put on the table in front of you. After what felt like an eternity, Finn told you to open your eyes. When you did the first thing you saw was a shoe box wrapped in pastel purple wrapping paper. It had a massive bow on the top. There were little boxes wrapped in the same paper, a card in a shiny envelope and several other large packages but in cream paper. 

“I know you want to open the biggest one first but save it until last. And the card. Open that last too.”
“Noooooooo.”
“Yeeeesssss!”

You started on the smallest one which turned out to be a Pandora ring but he took it out of its bag so it was less conspicuous. He also got you a few of your favourite bands’ albums on vinyl and Stephen King’s new book that you had had your eye on since it came out. Pretty soon it was only the big box and the envelope left. As you reached for the box your heart lurched in your chest. It was quite heavy. You looked up at Finn and noticed that he was smirking and filming you on his phone. 

“Open it, Y/N!”

You pulled the paper off and screamed. It was a Doc Martens shoe box. You didn’t wait to open the lid. Under the tissue paper which was protecting the shoes was a brand new pair of the limited edition glitter boots. You stifled another scream. Immediately, you pulled them out of the box.

(You can imagine whatever you want in that box but I chose something I really want)

“FINN I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”
“Y/N, you still need to open the envelope.”

Finn was still filming which made you think that there was still another extravagant surprise waiting. You opened the card to read it when two tickets fell out. You stopped in your tracks and looked at Finn who was smiling like crazy. You picked them up and found that you couldn’t actually move from shock. They were plane tickets. To the Maldives. 

“Finn what did you do?”
“Spoiled you rotten that’s what I did. We’re going on holiday with Wyatt, Jaeden, Gaten, Millie, Sophia. Everyone. I told them all to come with us and they are.”
“Oh, my- Finn, these tickets are for tonight?!”
“I know. We leave after dinner.”

You jumped up into Finn’s arms. He put his phone down and lifted you up. Both of you were laughing. 

“Finn,” You said breathlessly, “You must have spent a fortune! You really shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. I wanted to. Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Happy birthday.”

Finn kissed you, still smiling. You were right. Yesterday had nothing on today.


This is for @cxxl-gall as it’s her birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY! Enjoy xxxx