ready to leave the house for a day outside

the exchange • monty de la cruz

a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!

warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

 you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?

 you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.

 "y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. "uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair. 

 "well,“ the coach booms, "these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor. 

 "yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.” “this is bullshit.” monty says standing up. “mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.

“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze. “okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.

 you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor. you inhale sharply, take one last look at yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout. 

“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom. “this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you

. *time skip to 2 weeks later*

 "yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker. “well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you. 

you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker. clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.

 "okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally then nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.

 "please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more. you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.

 "hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.

 "goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in. you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins. 

 "y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking. “okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”

 throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a words. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day. 

 *time skip through the rest of the day* 

 you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.

 on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs. “welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house. 

“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you. “you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper. 

 you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment. 

 the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear. “you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more. 

you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics. you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him. he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently. “monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin. 

his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down. “god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.

 "not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck. monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.

 "let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out. you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants. 

you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan. “shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes. 

 "i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest. he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you were whimpering and monty spoke up again. “look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him twitch and groan.

 he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too. 

 he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.

“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”

 a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.

Endings

Today, a friend who sat next to me on the first day of medical school called me to tell me that she wasn’t coming back from the weekend. She was dropping out of medical school to be with her children and husband. She was putting her house on the market within the next two weeks, and would be gone from the city in three. She had had seven weeks left in 3rd year. She sounded so happy.

I envy her. I’m tired, and I’m genuinely scared that medicine isn’t worth the sacrifices it requires. I get to the hospital at 330am each morning (I get up at 250am) and leave around 5pm. The Viking doesn’t get home til past six, so functionally, we see each other for an hour before bedtime unless I have to study/ cook/ pack /shower to get ready for the next day.

My friends outside of medicine never even consider that a job may require them to work weekends on a regular basis. Or that a job would insist they work more than 40 hours without overtime or complaint. They have hobbies after work. They work out, and cook, and relax. They have 401ks, and salaries, and overtime, and the chance to travel while they’re young. And I don’t.

I honestly think that if I had felt this horrible about my future happiness in medicine at the start of 3rd year, I would have dropped out of medical school. At this point, I feel like the only thing keeping me going is my discipline- I’m too used to trying to stop trying especially, when I’m less than two months away from finishing this year.  

I’m going to miss my friend dearly, but I’m proud that she had the courage to make a decision she knew was best for her. Maybe I’ll feel differently once I’ve slept, or once surgery is over and I can see my fiance again. But I wouldn’t choose medicine again. 

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Happy Easter! 

Guys, today is Easter! Well first, I want to wish you and your family all the best on this day and of course, have a good time. We are planning an Easter lunch, to which we are getting ready now. My brother and his family are going to out house, tospend this holiday with us.
My parents came yesterday and brought some gifts for children, eggs. It is a pity that my parents don’t live in the same city as I do! They went to leave early in the morning, because my sister was waiting for them there already.

Children were already outside, picking up chocolate eggs, hehe. They had a lot of fun, they split into two teams: Grace with Mary and Alice with Louise. And the conditions were: whoever finds more eggs - won. Surprisingly, there was a draw. Therefore, both teams remained winners. 

Again, I wish you all a wonderful Easter!
See you soon,

Still Here

First thing first, @hellbent-on-drugs , since I’m one of your followers, I MUST do something for you to celebrate this 🎉Congratulations for 900+ followers. And thank you for supporting me (*´∀`*)

And @meeperspeeperslovecandy , thanks to you too (;ω;) This is the first time I done my Literature exam without crying at the corner of the room (tho I failed at Math ._.) (*´∀`)♪ Very appreciated your support ❤️❤️

And thanks for every followers I have, your likes and reblogs means to me A LOT (*´∇`*)

I work, like, 4 days for this (studying combined with working of course lol) and dunno if you guys like it or not (;ω;) cuz I’m kinda negligent with this… And I always want to draw the cover for the fics, but I’m kinda suck at it (´ー`) I’ll try next time.

Without further ado, let’s start this (*´∇`*)


Reaper opened his sleepy eyes to see the dark ceiling in front of his face. The weak sunlights coming out of the thin curtains made him groaned a bit. Slowly tilted his head to the left, he saw no one. There was no one here, and so was Geno. Reaper sighed, felt the heavy rock in his heart.

Stepping down the stairs, the long and dark hallway was already there to welcome him in the unfriendly way. He switched on the light and went to the kitchen.

The familiar image wasn’t cooking his breakfast, and ready to be hugged by him. Reaper missed the good morning hugs kisses he always had with Geno.

Standing outside the house, he saw this beautiful scene of the morning. Those sunlights were dancing with the wind, those sparkling drops from yesterday’s rain were still stagnated on the trees leaves, and those flowers in their front yard were showing off their colorful petals. No matter how splendid today was, Reaper’s feeling was still the same after the day he left.

Everything he looked at had the image of Geno.

He picked some of the most brightest buttercups he had - they were Geno’s favorite flowers - and head up to the forest.

The warm sunlights radiated through the trees leaves’ gaps, the small animals hid in those blueberry bushes and looked at Reaper with their curious eyes. He held tight the bouquet of buttercups, walked to the hill.

—–
“Heya. It’s been a while since the day you left me.” He said.

The tombstone carved Geno’s name were still standing there, green mosses all over it.

“Do you know… how much painful is it when you did that…?”

Silence.

“I miss you… so much…”

Still silence.

“Come back…”

“Please… Come back…”


His sorrow got bigger and bigger, and finally bursting into tears. The words kept coming out, and the tears kept running down his face.

The dark clouds came suddenly, covered all the sky with its morose. The first rain drop touched the ground, and so were the others.

Reaper refused to leave. He only kneeled there - in front of Geno’s tombstone - and cried under the horrible downpour. Crying, shouting, begging for him to come home with Reaper. But nobody came…

The bouquet of buttercups wasn’t beautiful as it used to be. It laid there, yellow scattered petals all over the ground.

Reaper cried out loud, letting out all the emotions he tried to keep inside for a long time. The rain mixed with the heavy tears, just imagine how bitter it would be.

And he heard the wind whispered:

“I’m still here for you…”

Finish What You Started

Summary: Carl and reader share an intimate moment but get interrupted.

 

 

 

A/n: This was another one I just randomly had inspiration to write. It’s kinda short but I still hope you like it:)

 

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You reached behind you, fumbling with the doorknob to his room as he pinned you against the door. When you struggled to open it he suddenly shoved it open from where he stood in front of you. He then grabbed your waist firmly, and slowly pushed you into his room, towards the closest wall, your lips never separating. Once your back was against the wall, he pressed his body against yours and wrapped one hand around the back of your neck, pushing harder against your lips. You let out a slight gasp at his movements, unsure of just how far you were going to take this. You’d never actually done it before but you knew that when you did, you wanted it to be with Carl.

You had been dating since the group first got to Alexandria. Rick found you in the woods while the group was still at the prison and took you in after asking you the three questions. He asked how many walkers you’d killed, how many people you’d killed, and why. You and Carl quickly became friends after you were brought back and over time, it had developed into a relationship.

It almost happened with Carl many times before but somehow you two were always interrupted. The first time, it was Glenn, with whom you lived with in Alexandria, along with Maggie. You were in your room when he burst through the door trying to tell you a story. He quickly stopped when he saw what was happening. It ended with him yelling at Carl to get out and you trying to pretend that nothing happened, even though you knew where it was headed.

 

The second time was in Carl’s room. You were just making out on his bed, and things started to get a little heated but all of a sudden Michonne came in trying to tell Carl dinner was ready. She stopped mid-sentence at the sight before her and insisted that she didn’t need to have the “talk” with us, so she just left the room very awkwardly. The next two times were both ruined by Maggie, which occurred in variations of the previous interruptions. You wondered if this time would be any different.

He began to unbutton your shirt, leaving you in your tank top and jeans, still not disconnecting your lips. You reached up to grab his hat and tossed it onto the bed next to you. You could feel him smile against your lips as you did so and then started to unbutton the flannel he was wearing. You undid the first three buttons but immediately stopped when you heard the front door open downstairs. You quickly pulled away from Carl and looked towards the door, which was left open due to your carelessness.

 

“Who is that?”, you whispered to him still looking towards the open doorway. Suddenly you both heard Ricks voice, calling for Carl to come downstairs. “Shit,” you both mumbled as you let your head fall back onto the wall in frustration.

“Coming,” Carl yelled back as he stepped away from you while redoing the buttons on his shirt and slipping his hat back on. “Maybe next time,” he chuckled. You smiled at him before laughing to yourself, “We can never catch a break, can we?” He laughed and reached his hand out for you to take, which you gladly did.

He led you down the stairs, your hand in his, and you both entered the kitchen to see Rick leaning on the counter. “Oh..hey Y/N, I didn’t know you were here,” he said awkwardly. You gave him a small smile and a polite hello, finding this whole situation very awkward. It’s not like you and his son were about to do something he wouldn’t approve of or anything.

Rick was always very concerned when it came to “it” and your relationship with Carl. He told you guys he didn’t really want you guys having sex because you “weren’t old enough” and you weren’t “ready” for it but you always believed it was actually him who wasn’t ready.

“So..uh..Michonne and I are about to go on a run. We’re goin’ out pretty far so we might not be back for a couple days,” he said sternly while placing his hand on Carl’s shoulder. “Tara’s got Judith right now but I need you to stay here and take care of her, okay?”

“Yeah, ‘course dad,” Carl replied with a reassuring smile. Rick gave a small nod before leaving the house to talk with Michonne, who had been waiting outside the whole time. You both looked out the window and she waved, which you kindly returned. You and Carl stood in the kitchen, watching and waiting for them to leave so you would finally have the house all to yourselves again.

You waited patiently, their conversation seeming to never end, until finally they began to walk towards the gates of Alexandria. Once Rick and Michonne were out of sight, you both looked at each other and smiled but Carl was first to speak what you were both thinking.

“Why don’t we go finish what we started?”

Originally posted by danyfreshh

polaroids | juminvweek day 1

a/n:

this fic was written for @juminvweek, but I’m only posting the first chapter as a one-shot because the rest of the story ended up straying from the event guidelines. You can read the whole story on AO3 (to be announced). Thank you for reading!

Rich boys rarely have a choice of ties to wear, even when your private school didn’t assign a mandatory, uniformed neck tie… or so Jumin thought as his mother once again talked on and on about a cute, patterned tie she bought just for him – a very expensive brand sure to make its owner stand out  – that she would love to see him wear for his first day in “a big boy’s international” school. She only stopped talking and fussing over him when his father kissed her good morning.

She also didn’t notice that Jumin had his nanny put on his favorite striped tie, so that was a small victory for him.

His father, hair dyed black even though he only had two or three grey hairs to hide, called him to put on his shoes and get ready to leave for school; their driver had finally arrived, and Jumin wasn’t to be late for his first day. He gave his mother a peck on the cheek goodbye and stepped outside his house, bag on his shoulders, when he heard a bell – a bicycle? – ring, and a voice call from outside their driveway, “Jumin!”

“Who’s that, son?” asked his father, looking around the large driveway before spotting, with a laugh, “My, it’s Jihyun, Mr. Kim’s from Sunday school. You know Mr. Kim’s son, don’t you?”

Jihyun from Sunday school was more than just a boy Jumin happened to meet years ago at church. Jumin did, in fact, remember Jihyun Kim. He was the beautifully blue haired, teal eyed boy who had been trying to calm his crying little sister, their voices too quiet to draw anybody’s attention. Jumin had given her his lollipop (a gift from the Sunday school teacher, even though Jumin didn’t like lollipops compared to, say, strawberry taffy) in an attempt to cheer her up. It was a simple act on Jumin’s part which he didn’t find particularly life changing, but after that Sunday, it seemed that whenever Jumin went to church, he would spot those light blue curls standing beside his sister both waving at him, quickly becoming a sight Jumin unconsciously expected during every Sunday school. They didn’t get to meet every week, but their chance meetings were frequent enough that Jumin began saying hello to him back and sit together in Sunday school since the beginning of this year.

That was why the thought of Jihyun Kim actually coming to see Jumin before school sounded a bit too good to be true. Jihyun hadn’t even written him all summer long, nor did he ever call his home phone either – not that Jumin expected him to. During the times he and Jihyun interacted, the boy was quiet and shy. Not much different from himself, but this sudden visit was a nice change. So Jumin ran out to get a better view of Jihyun, to see if it really was him and his father wasn’t lying to him – and luckily, Jihyun braked just in time to avoid crashing into him.

“What’re you doing here?” Jumin asked as Jihyun stared at him wide-eyed – he’d only just nearly trampled his friend. Jumin recalled Jihyun saying they were going to the same private school, last Sunday when they met at church. He always thought their next meeting would be in a classroom, not in his driveway like this. “Shouldn’t you be going to school?”

“I am!” he said, now smiling. “I’m taking you with me on this cool bike my mom and dad got – but… oh. You’re going with your father, aren’t you?”

Jihyun glanced back at the spotless limo still partially parked in front of Jumin’s garage and the man standing beside it, who was watching the two children’s exchange with a pearly white grin. Jumin looked back as well. “Father, is it alright if I go with Jihyun today?”

At first, his father gave a very stern, very serious frown before he smiled warmly once again and waved. “Who am I to stop you kids? Have fun.” At Jumin, he seemed to add as an after thought, “For your mother’s sake, please hold on to Jihyun and don’t fall off!“

Although Jumin can only see the back of Jihyun’s head, all teal curls, slightly blowing with the wind all throughout the way to school, he knew that the two of them did indeed have fun. Jihyun even complimented Jumin’s tie, saying he loved the stripes, and that alone made Jumin walk through his school hallways with pride… despite the hellish first day of school he had to endure, filled with homework and forced socializing and far too many bullies.

It only felt like yesterday that Jumin rode on the back of Jihyun’s bicycle for their first day of middle school together. Now, they’re on their final year, promising a much busier schedule than ever up ahead to prepare for their final exams.

Jumin felt that physically on his back as he shouldered his heavy bag filled with books that felt more like boulders. Jihyun never even once complained as he sat across from Jumin during lunch in the school gardens. That’s only because opening his bag revealed only a quarter of the books Jumin brought and finding instead a very packed lunchbox in place of at least three mandatory textbooks.

“I made it myself,” he told Jumin, proudly, as he showed him the contents of his lunch: two sunny side up eggs, fried rice with chicken meat and sausage mixed in, vegetables on the side, and an apple just to balance it all out. He began digging in so innocently, not feeling guilty in the slightest bit.

“My mother would’ve killed me if I ever slacked off like you,” Jumin said, eating his lesser-in-quantity lunch. “If I don’t bring all my books, my homeroom will give me detention, too. How are you still alive?”

“I’m a good and charming boy,” Jihyun said with the brightest grin Jumin had ever seen; not even his father grinned like that to his mother. His eyes practically sparkled – a charming boy, indeed. “And I always seem to get good grades anyways. Why do you think I keep getting presents at the end of each school year?”

Jumin remembered Jihyun’s bicycle, and then Jihyun’s watercolor set the year afterwards. “I wonder what they’ll get you this year,” he mused aloud.

Jihyun’s smile seemed to change – tight lipped, forced, plastered on – but Jumin didn’t point it out. That would be rude, even though Jihyun was his best friend and can handle the brutal honesty. “I wonder too.” He then shook off whatever dark cloud hovered above him and gave Jumin a grin. “Especially since we’re graduating to high school next year.”

Jumin grinned, but realised a bit too late that he desperately wished he and Jihyun could go to the same high school when the time comes.

Jihyun’s present, it turned out at the end of that school year, was a hand-me-down polaroid camera from his dad – quickly becoming outdated in the age of digital cameras that didn’t need any film for you to capture a photo, but Jihyun was excited all the same. One day in the middle of May after their exams were far behind them, Jihyun took Jumin for a ride on his bike – still able to support the two’s weight after all these years – around the neighborhood, his polaroid inside a small messenger bag he had.

“Did your parents tell you where they’re enrolling you?” Jihyun asked as he took a turn on a junction, leading them to the neighborhood park. “My parents still want me to go to our academy’s high school, mostly because they already know the arts program is good. Looking for a new high school is just a hassle.”

Jumin shrugged as Jihyun parked the bike. “I think our high school has some good social studies classes.” He got off and fixed his tie – a new one, still striped. “Maybe I can ask father if I’ll go back there, too.”

Jihyun grinned. “Then we can still see each other every day.”

“We’ll see each other every day, regardless,” Jumin stated as the two of them entered the park. “And I won’t take no for an answer.”

Jihyun chuckled, already finding something off to their side that caught his attention, pointing his camera at it. “I’ll never say no to seeing you.”

Jumin liked the sound of that, just as much as he liked the sound of Jihyun’s polaroid – a loud shutter and then sliding of photo film – as he took various images of the scenery around them. He didn’t even mind when his friend took a photo of him, sneakily as you do, admiring a butterfly on the side of a bench. Jumin didn’t take long to look at the picture before asking, “Can I keep this one?”

“Sure,” Jihyun said, and then he had that expression where he had a brilliant idea and he needed to see it come to life that instant. He faced away from Jumin, moving to stand next to him, and turned the camera around. “Smile!”

The picture of them developed in a few minutes, and when Jihyun saw his blurred finger at the edge of the frame and Jumin’s confusion immortalized in the picture alongside Jihyun’s own manic grin, he laughed. “And I’ll keep this one.”

It was a summer filled with taking pictures and walking around the block just talking and talking about nothing in particular – they already knew that Jihyun’s mother finally got worldwide recognition as an artist and would probably leave Korea for a while, or that Jumin’s father had opened several new branches of C&R International that he knew Jumin would direct one day, being his father’s sole heir.

No; they talked about the sunflower Mrs. Park could never seem to nurse back to life (Jihyun photographed this when they passed by her garden), the new café opening nearby their school that they can visit after a long day, and a missing cat Jumin found – the two boys returned her quickly after Jihyun discovered where the owner lived just looking at the cat’s nametag, and spent half of their reward to grab ice cream at their favorite parlor.

The two, sharing a gigantic bowl of ice cream sundae – with Jihyun as always letting Jumin have the strawberry flavored scoops – looked over Jihyun’s photographs, picking which ones they’d want to keep respectively, and which were good enough to be framed later if Jihyun so wished.

When summer ended, and high school properly began, the two stayed true to their word; they were in the same school, and would see each other every day. Although they weren’t in the same classes, they at least ate lunch together, and went home in the back of Jumin’s limo – since Jihyun’s bike had finally fallen to total disrepair one rainy autumn day.

It was actually during a rainy autumn day – September ninth – that Jumin thought to make up on all the lost time the two didn’t get to properly hang out ever since school started. They were cooped up inside Jihyun’s bedroom, the rain making loud pitter-patters outside his window, but not drowning out the CD playing in the background.

Jumin was on the floor, looking through some of Jihyun’s recent pictures, while the photographer himself was on his bed, lying upside down with his hair – still messy, still blue as ever – nearly touching the ground, trying to figure out the birthday present he received from his best friend.

“My dad let me borrow his SLRs before,” Jihyun said absentmindedly as he squinted, “but this one is really different from his.”

“It’s the best and most recommended one for beginners,” Jumin said, “and the lenses I got you should be good for a lot of occasions.”

“You’re the best,” his friend said with a happy sigh, “did you know that?”

In the bottom of his quire bothersome heart, Jumin knew that his best friend was indeed sincere. Yes, Jihyun was more than capable to buy his own photography equipment, but nonetheless, he was handling his gift as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Jumin turned back to the photographs – he always had his parents say he was the best son they could ever wish for, and his teachers always praised him for receiving top marks, and his maids always told him he’s a good and charming young man, but only Jihyun’s words just then truly made him smile.

“Hey, Jumin,” Jihyun finally said after a long silence.

He looked up for only just a fraction of a second before he realised what Jihyun just did, pulling away his camera from his face and peering into the viewfinder. “Did you take a photo of me?”

“When am I not taking a photo of you?” Jihyun teased as he grinned and carefully handed his best friend the camera to see the photo he captured.

“Why do you always take pictures of me?” Jumin asked, genuinely curious, as he continued to look at his face in the photograph – eyebrow raised, hair a managable level of messy, polaroids strewn in front of him, but that smile because of Jihyun captured in the business of the background. “More than you photograph other subjects, I mean.”

“I guess you’re the most constant and aesthetically pleasing subject I have,” Jihyun replied. “One day, when I’m already a few exhibitions in, I’m going to have a corner in my gallery titled…” Jihyun closed his eyes, a hand on his chin, the elbow supported on an arm crossed against his chest. “The Tale of Two Privileged Boys: Best Friends.”

“You’re just teasing me,” Jumin said with a pout, though it was more of a statement than it was an accusation.

Jihyun laughed. Jumin pouted less. “No. I’m truly serious. Maybe not the privileged boys part.” He ran a hand through his bangs, messing it up before continuing. “This friendship we have, Jumin, is something I want to preserve, and make part of my gallery. Including you. Especially you.”

“Me?”

“Mmhm.”

Jumin didn’t blush – that’d look ridiculous, especially if Jihyun had the camera in his hands and could immortalize that moment like he did with Jumin’s smile – but he did try to distract himself from thinking about Jihyun’s words too much and tried the camera out himself. He pointed it to Jihyun, upside down as he was, who gave Jumin a silly grin and a peace sign besides.

The photo turned out very out of focus, but that’s because Jumin was horrible at taking pictures, and not because he was nervous or flustered at all. Definitely not because of that.

Peter Parker x Reader Pt3

Originally posted by mrbarnes


Part 2

Date : Sunday 9th April 2017

Requests : Open

Imagine / Series : Series

Title : My hero

Warnings : None


It was morning in the Parker household. And the night was spent chattering away with both Peter and Aunt may until she practically forced both you and her grandson to retire to bed. Of course the two of you didn’t actually sleep, instead you stayed up until 2 in the morning, talking about the most pointless things either of you could think of. Slinging your legs over the bed, you let out a yawn, knowing full well soon you were going to get a call about your house and the fact it had been burnt to a crisp. The police had already told you they had spoke to them, you hoped insurance would pay for your house to be res-erected into its once beautiful structure. You also hoped your parents would be forgiving enough to pay for some of the expenses of your clothes.

Looking around the room you realized that Peter was no where to be seen. That made you grumble.”Peter. It’s only 7:30, what are you doing up so early…” You asked as if he was actually in the room. Standing up, you put on one of Peters everyday shirts, a spiderman shirt funnily enough, and then some of Aunt mays jeans. They were comfortable to say the least. Brushing your teeth and hair. You walked downstairs.

The first thing you noticed was that Aunt mays bedroom door was closed. At least she still had the good sense to sleep in. You then noticed on the coat rack by the door, a rather expensive coat was seen hung up besides your own. That’s when you heard it, a voice you had only ever heard on TV and a voice that practically made your body freeze.

“I’m just saying Peter maybe we could have double dates you know? Me and your Aunt, you and this girl.” That sentence alone made you blush, you and Peter! Preposterous! You and him were nothing but friends! Weren’t you…?

“Tony please! Me and (Name insert) a-are just friends and -” Pausing, both men looked to the stairs where you were hid around the corner. “….(Name insert). You don’t have to hide you know?” Peeking your head around the corner you smiled hesitantly.

“I’m sorry. It’s not everyday you meet a celebrity…”

“Celebrity? Mean a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist?” He got a nudge from Peter as if begging him to stop. Tony just smirked down at Peter and winked, before he turned back to you. “You know when this kid got your text he practically jumped out of his own skin. Ive never seen someone try so hard to get out of my company before.” You smiled softly and nodded at Tony, as if thanking him for telling you.

“Obviously you haven’t been paying enough attention to the people you hang out with then…” Muttered Peter, only to get a fake glare off of Tony.

“Want me to cut down your pay check Peter?”

“Pay check?” You blurted. Eyes wide. “Peter, your working for Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? When were you planning on telling me? Is it his house you’re staying at? Oh my god that’s amazing!” You stammered. Never before had anyone made Tony starks ego get so big. You couldn’t believe Peter Parker was working for Tony Stark. It was amazing.

“Hes my little apprentice. Smart kid your friend is.” Pausing Tony smiled at you. “Say how about you come to mine with Peter? I could show you around. You could take some of those cool kid selfies to show your friends. You know all the good stuff.”

Nodding quickly, a wide smile managed to crawl its way onto your face. “S-sure thank you Mr stark.” You stammered. Peering at Peter who looked at you with such awe in his eyes your heart practically skipped a beat.

“Okay then. You two love birds get ready and come meet me outside. We’ve got a lot of fight seeing to do.” Watching Tony walk out of the room both Peter and yourself burst out into red hysterics over your cheeks. Who know your house burning down could result to one of the best days of your life?

“Um…I don’t have much else to wear Peter. So ill meet you out there.” You couldn’t be more relieved to leave the room. It’s not that Peter wasn’t your type it was just. What was it actually? You were uncertain. Shaking your head you saw Stark motion for you to enter his car. It was a limo. A limo. Gulping. You entered the car. Stark turned to you.

“So…are you and Peter a thing?”

“No Mr Stark.”

“Were you a thing?”

“N-No Mr stark.”

“You wanna be a thing?”

“I-I don’t know Mr stark.”

“Were you two…becoming a thing.” He winked suggestively. His eye brows wiggling.Your face had never been so red and you hid your face in your hands. You couldn’t have been more embarrassed…

“No…Mr Stark…” You muttered. Hearing his smug laughter fill the car.

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taekook prompt: i love you so much that it hurts but boys only kiss boys under the cover of night.

I love you. I love you. It’s a whisper so small that floats along the curves of Jeonnguk’s rib cage that he could easily mistake for the passing of the wind if not for the erratic beating of his heart or the the faint flush on his cheeks.

God, what does it even mean?

don’t leave me, Jeongguk wants to cry. His knees shake like an earthquake, legs ready to give out and turn to jello because Taehyung’s standing in front of him. He’s standing in front of Jeongguk and he can’t just say what he wants to say. 

So instead, he speaks softly underneath the faint glow of the yellow streetlight outside Taehyung’s house. “This was a one time thing, y’know?” 

Jeongguk’s good at playing pretend- he’s good at pretending he’s a nice, straight christian boy who will take over his father’s company one day and marry a pretty girl. But he’s not and his parents don’t know that he’s addicted to the way Taehyung tastes in his mouth and it’s laughable. What would his proud parents think if they knew that their son spent his nights on his knees for another man? 

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes out and Jeongguk pretends that he doesn’t see the other man’s shoulders sag, nor hear the disappointment and hurt in his voice. “I know.” 

And fuck, does Jeongguk want to just reach out and stroke the sharp curve of Taehyung’s jawline, just to let him know that’s it’s alright. That they’re okay. That even though Jeongguk can’t proudly parade him around in public like he wants to, he will one day. Because Taehyung looks so much brighter in the sun, he laughs so much louder and smiles so much wider- less like a dying star and more like sunrise. Less like a blackhole and more like a rainbow. 

 Jeongguk knows that it’s for the best; the lack of words shared between them. It’s something they shouldn’t talk about. A reckless decision forgotten come morning (or at least he tries to forget). Because Jeongguk knows that boys only kiss boys when even the moon is asleep and they’re the only ones alive enough to know it. He knows that he shouldn’t tempt fate when he already has one foot in the grave.

But instead they hold this secret in between interlaced fingers pinned against messy sheets. They carry this secret like a death sentence because there’s no future for people like Taehyung and Jeongguk in society. And yet, Jeongguk is so sick of this secret, he’s sick of the dark. 

He watches the way that Taehyung turns his face away and the moonlight slants onto the softness of his cheeks in bars of silver and shadow. And he can’t. And he can’t. And he can’t. 

Time’s Up Part 3

Summery: You’re yet to confront Kai about what happened and your possible feelings for him but how will he react when he sees Sehun all over you?
Member: Sehun, Jongin (Kai) x Reader (ft. Various Idols)
Type: Angst, Fluff, School!Au
Warnings: Violence and Graphic Language
Length: 2,228 Words

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I’m sorry this took so long but I’m a lot happier with this version than the original. In part 4 we will see the introductions of Sehun’s narrative voice (POV) and the introduction of 4 new characters from the idol requests so I hope you’re excited!

- Admin Kain

Originally posted by blondejongin


Kai found it’s hard to describe the feeling of watching your “best friend” pursue someone they know full well you have been interested in longer than you’ve been able to jack off. It’s a conflicting mix of emotions because although Kai would be lying if he said he hadn’t been fantasizing about putting Sehun’s pasty ass in the deep fryer and cooking him like the piece of meat he lets others treat himself like there’s also the years of countless, heart-warming memories that never fail to print a smile on Kai’s lips and have him laughing until he can’t breathe. On top of that, there’s the knowledge of what led the boy to have so little self-respect and make Oh Sehun the monster that he is today.

Still, none of that quiet explains why Kai and Sehun are sat on opposite ends of the sofa outside the headmaster’s office, Sehun surely with a broken nose judging by the cringe-worthy sound that seemed a mix of cracking and crunching and the apparently endless  river of blood spewing all caused by Kai’s fist and a natural reaction to Oh Sehun’s shit eating grin. Who can blame Kai, though? He fucking had it coming.

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Hoseok Scenario: Of First Times.

Request:  Could I request a fluffy scenario with Hoseok? Where he and the reader have two kids and they go to visit the readers rest of the family (aunts, uncles, etc.) for the first time? Please and thank you <3

Genre: Fluff / Family


Running your hand softly through your husband’s silky dark hair, you smiled a little and let your head rest on his back and your hand fall until you were coiling your arm around his middle.

–I can hear you worrying – you mumbled softly against the smooth cotton of his shirt that was filled with wrinkles from last night’s sleep. Hoseok laughed a little and placed his hand on top of yours, letting you back hug him some more.

–I wasn’t – he replied quickly, but you only hummed so he laughed again and started to play with your fingers. –Ok, maybe a little–

–Just a little– you raised your head and left a kiss between his shoulder blades before moving to stand in front of him.

Hoseok took his eyes away from the sleeping form of your children and fixed them on you instead. He’d waken up early to start rummaging around the house picking everything, double checking the bags you were carrying and so on, so now he was only left to look at his kids still sleeping because he didn’t have the heart to wake them up.

–Hyuna still sneaks into Seungho’s room in the middle of the night– Hoseok kissed your forehead lightly and smiled sheepishly.

–She still prefers to sleep with someone else close, she’s so adorable– you stood on your tiptoes and pecked him. –Just like her father–

That earned a laugh from Hoseok and his arms sneaking around your waist. –Yeah, she is. And think that just last night she told me she was three, dramatically, a big girl already–

You giggled at that, Hyuna liked to appear more grown up than she actually was, sometimes trying to protect his one year younger brother, but she was still so little, still so needed of affection curled all cutely inside Seungho’s green blanket and holding his hand in her sleep while squeezed between him and one of the pillows you put at his sides; sometimes you hoped they didn’t grow up too fast so you could keep on enjoying this.

–She will probably be ashamed if you wake her up on his bed– both of you thought for a moment what to do, today you were travelling to a little family reunion and it was about time to wake them up already.

–I’ll put her into her bed before waking her up– Hoseok parted from your side to take Hyuna between his arms carefully enough to not wake her up yet, the sight still stole a wide smile from your lips and made your heart swell. Hyuna looked a lot like her father, with softer edges of course, but she had the shape of his face and the same tiny mole on her upper lip.

–Hobi…– you called him before he could leave and Hoseok stood in the middle of the bedroom. You approached him and kissed him sweetly, placing a kiss on Hyuna’s hair right after. –I love you, don’t take long–

He smiled widely and winked at you before leaving Seungho’s bedroom, and you started to run a hand through your son’s arm softly to wake him up and get him ready for the day.

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The Gardener

Imagine Person A is a gardener who has been employed by Person B for about a month now. But Person A has never seen B in person, nor have they gone inside B’s house.
Person B is house bound, due to their anxiety. Everyday they watch person A from their bedroom window, wishing they could go outside and enjoy the garden that Person A is keeping so very beautiful. Person B always makes sure to leave a cup of iced tea and cake on the doorstep for A, in appreciation, as they cannot bring themselves to thank A in person.
One brave day, person B decides enough is enough and stands in the dark doorway, where they would normally leave Person A a refreshment, ready to invite the beautiful gardener inside.

Kuroshiro AU

It’s a cloudy day outside and Shiro has to go run errands, but he forgets his umbrella at home. Shiro finishes grocery shopping and rain begins to pour down. Kuroh offers to share an umbrella with Shiro and help him carry his groceries. Kuroh invites him to come over to his house for hot cocoa. Shiro gladly accepts and goes to Kuroh’s apartment. Shiro finishes his cocoa and gets ready to leave, but the storm quickly gets worse. Kuroh tells him to stay until the storm passes over, but Shiro ignores him and heads for the door. Lighting strikes and Shiro drops his groceries and jumps into Kuroh’s arms. Shiro completely forgot that he is deathly afraid of lighting.

*deep breath*

I’m on for a bit to tell you what the fuck is going on in my life.

Currently it’s hell. I’m running around with work nipping at my heels, I have programming classes online that I’m trying to keep up with. I’m working on a major cosplay for a photo shoot during Labor day weekend this year. I’m getting things ready and budgeting for one more major con this year and a trip to Brazil next year to see my family. I’m also trying to budget for a car in this expensive as fuck world. I’m still working to leave my current abusive house hold, not to mention fighting allergies in this hellish summer, where my family needs to keep the windows open because we have no working AC so the pollen count outside is just as bad on the inside to the point where I can’t even breath at night and I’m now sleeping in the basement just so I live to see another day. All while I’m attempting to keep a social life with the few friends I even HAVE!!!

So yes all my blogs are at a halt because my life is a living hell even though tumblr is working for me again.

I’m sorry but I just don’t know what to do anymore…I may as well keep working just to save up enough money for my funeral when I decide to end it all cause I’m fucking SICK AND TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!!!!

I don’t have any plans to do it…but who knows how long that will last.

I’m passed the suicidal depression…now it’s just suicidal stress…

FUCK MY LIFE!!!!!

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Frank Iero. Unrequested. Request are open. I mainly do the members of My Chemical Romance, not Bob, and I will do other people.


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Love Letter (MoriartyxReader)

Name: Love Letter

Author: Micia

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 2.182

Warnings: None

More One-Shots: (x)

This Story on AO3

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Authors Note: Inspired by the amazing Love Letter I received anonymous when I actually reblogged the post ;) The “Letter” found in the One Shot is the one I received and belongs to whoever was the amazing person who wrote it! <3

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Kissing the Gods

Zeus//stolen kisses in bars, you back pressing against brick, wedding rings left on tables, taking you back to his place, and stale smelling mornings

Poseidon//on the couch at a friends house, sand in your hair, salt on his lips, wishing this day could last forever, and the smell of sunscreen

Hades//kisses on your neck, the sweet smell of decay, pearly white teeth, soft lips, ready to die in his arms, and feeling too safe

Ares//bloody knuckles, pulling at his hair, scratches on your back, tight smiles, biting his lip, fading eyeliner, and leaving before he wakes up

Apollo//the smell of sunshine, blond hair in your eyes, kisses goodbye, a naughty smile, soft beds, and being outside

Dionysus//a little too drunk for your own good, sloppy kisses, wine, smiling instead of kissing, happiness, and the moment before evening becomes night

Hermes//making out in the back of his car, quick kisses on your cheek, a secret rendezvous, the smell of a long day, and the hours passing too quickly.

Hephaestus//oil and grime on his hands, the hum of machines, staying up too late, rough hands holding you gently, peaceful dawns, and not enough love.

E.


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Creepypasta #465: Blue Light

A bomb went off in the city.

It happened Monday. Today is Thursday. My dad was there. He hasn’t come back yet.

I’ve been sitting at the window every day waiting for him to come home. Mom says the bomb interrupted the electric grid in the city, so there’s been barely any news about it. Our neighbor’s son is a meteorologist stationed outside the city limits, and he told his father who told us.

The bomb was the biggest he’d ever seen. He saw a flash of blue light from outside the window, and threw himself to the ground. He counted to five, because it was his job to “record phenomenon”. At five the windows exploded into the room and heat like a furnace rushed over him. His father says he managed to call from an emergency line in the station. He’s wounded but okay.

Dad was supposed to come home Monday night. Mom has been very quiet for the last few days. She doesn’t say much at breakfast, and only gives me an “I love you” at bedtime on her way out of the room. I only cry then, in the dark.

This morning, I stare out the window, hoping by some miracle I’d see him walking down the street, and turn onto our walkway leading up to the house, smiling and waving at me. My heart leaps every time someone walks by.

Mom comes in behind me. “Go upstairs and get ready for school, please.”

I turn around in my chair. “But-”

“Staring out the window is not going to change anything. Now go.”

I leave the window, feeling as though he won’t come home unless I was there watching for him.

Every day it’s gotten harder and harder to sit there at the window and watch. I have a need to run outside and look for him, to ask every person in every store if they’ve seen him, anywhere at all, because I need him, I need him home to wake me up in the morning and help me with homework and tell me jokes at the dinner table and be there for me when I need advice or just to talk and not be crushed under a mountain of concrete with pulverized shoulders that used to hold me during parades and let me press my face into them when I needed to cry.

I sob while I put my books into my bag, quietly because I haven’t heard mom cry and she won’t hear me cry.

The front door swings open from downstairs. “Hello?”

For three days I dreamed of that voice.

“Dad!!” I half-scream and rush to the landing, looking down over the banister through vision that swam with tears. He was looking up at me, I couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not, but I rushed down the steps and towards him with a hysterical laugh of relief. I stopped dead when I came closer to him.

His face was a deep red and covered in blisters. His arms looked burned like they were held over a stove. His shirt was torn, and covered in soot and, and maybe, blood.

“Dad, what-”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come give me a hug.”

I sprint to him and dive into his arms. He gives a little cry of pain.

“Oh God dad I’m sorry,” I mutter, trying to pull away.

“It’s all right,” he says, “I’m just a bit sore, that’s all.”

He looks up, behind me. Mom’s been standing there, watching us. She’s finally crying.

“Didn’t you know I’d be back?” Dad says to her, smiling.

She rushes over, and the three of us are hugging together. It was a long time before we broke up.

“What happened to you?” asks mom.

Dad looks at me, tentatively. His face is suddenly grave, pale, his eyes looked, did they look scared?

“I think it’s best if you leave while I talk to your mother. Don’t you have school in a bit? Go get ready for me.”

I nod, turning away reluctantly. As I head upstairs, I hear him say, “Let’s sit down. I need some water.”

I return to my bookbag with a different set of tears in my eyes. I knew he would be fine, I just knew it! Why would I ever think my dad could get hurt? He had to come home, and he did! That’s all there was to it.

I heard a gasping moan from downstairs. I turn towards the door, and stop when I remember that he told me to leave them alone. Another moan floats through the door. My curiosity gets the best of me.

I creep around the doorframe and down the hall to the landing. Leaning against the wall with my ear between the banisters, they couldn’t see me around the corner but their words were clear as day:

“-just got to the hospital to inspect the facilities. It was around eight in the morning. I was following the chief of staff to his office when it sounded like a cannon went off right beside me. The wall next to me exploded.”

Mom made another sound like I had heard from upstairs. I couldn’t see her but her face was plain as day. She must have been chalk-white. I was turning pale too. I found myself wondering how in the world he could have survived that.

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anonymous asked:

Here be a Christmas Prompt: established Bechloe, like married n shit, Beca is secretly surprising a huge christmas eve surprise for Chloe but acts all totally distant and stuff so Chloe thinks somethings up and then Chloe comes home from the store or something and the entire house is decorated all cute and christmassy and stuff and Chloe cries and it is al just amazing and i realize this is nothing really to go on but FA LA LA LA LA have fun with it, i trust you.

Beca had watched herself dig herself into a hole with this whole “Christmas surprise” thing. 

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anonymous asked:

are you still doing the drabble requests? if yes, can I see one where Makoto's perfection is really seen by everyone, like people swoon all over him bc he is wonderful and the best alpha?

I rewrote this drabble an embarrassing amount of times… I had inspiration to write a longer one-shot based on it but that would have taken a lot of my time away from “Tech Support” and that would have made me sad. But I WILL be saving that idea for a future date!

And I have to say that I agree that Makoto is an absolutely AMAZING Alpha and everyone wishes they had a mate like him. 💕


The Best Alpha

Pairing: Makoto/Haru
Words: 416

“Makoto-kun! You’ve grown up so much! I think you’re even taller now!”

“Oh my, look how big and strong you’ve gotten! Are you still working out?”

“Ah, what is that in your hands? Did you buy fresh mackerel for Haruka-kun? Such a doting Alpha you are!”

“Did you come back to Iwatobi to visit your family? Your little siblings sure are lucky to have such a responsible Alpha to look up to!”

Haru was tired of waiting for Makoto to come inside. He sent him out to the grocery store for provisions to make breakfast because they obviously couldn’t leave fish stocked in his family’s house while they were away to college. Unfortunately, his mate’s quick trip was hindered by all of their old neighbors intercepting Makoto on the way back up. Haru could easily hear them all fawning over him from outside his house.

Stepping out of the front door and walking to the edge of the stairs, he could even see Makoto surrounded by multiple neighbors. His poor mate looked ready to combust into flames his face was so red.

“Ah, I, uh… yes, we’re visiting for a few days. B-but I should get this fish to Haru…”

“What a good Alpha, always spoiling his Omega! One day you’ll be fetching food for your mate, heavy with your pup.”

Makoto began to stutter once again, the blush burning his entire face and down the back of his neck. Haru had to agree with everything they were saying, of course. He knew he was lucky to have someone as wonderful as Makoto, despite not always being so verbal in his gratitude. He decided he would let Makoto know soon, how thankful he was for his love. For now though, he figured Makoto would really appreciate being saved more than anything.

“Makoto,” Haru called out from in front of his house, catching the attention from all of the people surrounding his mate as well. “We need to make breakfast so we can meet up with your family.”

“Ah, yes!” Makoto grinned up at him, looking more than a little relieved. “Coming, Haru!”

The Alpha bowed politely to the neighbors, wishing them a good day, before bounding up the rest of the steps. Haru couldn’t help the smirk as he watched Makoto pass by him to hide in the house, away from the neighbors still calling after him to ‘take such good care of his Omega’ and the like.

Makoto was a magnificent specimen and he knew it especially well.

Fatal Attraction|01

Kelly

“Where the fuck are you going?” Trey barked as he followed her down the stairs.

“Don’t worry about me Tremaine. I’m a grown ass woman. I’m good.” Kelly’s voice was cold as she continued heading to the front door.

She was using his first name, which meant one of the two things: she was pissed, or he was seriously laying it down. Clearly, it was the former because not even Trey’s skilled tongue, or slow sensual strokes could make her anger subside.

“You’re not leaving, Kelendria.” If she wanted to play the name game, he would gladly oblige. Grabbing her wrist, he turned her around, stopping her in her tracks so she could face him. If looks could kill, Trey would be six feet under from the glare she was sending his way. Attitude radiated from her as her jaw clenched and she placed her free hand on her hip. Darting her eyes down to her wrist Trey stared at Kelly for a few seconds before releasing his grip on her.


Silence engulfed the two as they stood in the foyer of Trey’s home. He knew why she was mad, but he didn’t quite understand why. They had been having a good time together and in the blink of an eye everything changed and they were arguing about marriage. Kelly was dead set on getting married, which wasn’t a problem for Trey. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to change Kelly’s last name to Neverson he just wanted to wait a little longer. However, Kelly was on a completely different page in another book.

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