Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 2.299
Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm
A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!!
I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that
ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY
“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall
“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.
“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.
“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands.
“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair.
Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”
His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.
“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.
“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.
Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.
From: (Y/N)♕ ♥
babyyyyyyy [delivered: 11:21am]
jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]
He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.
“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.
“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.
“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.
“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.
“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you.
“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung.
Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.
To: (Y/N)♕ ♥
what’s up baby? :)
Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.
From: (Y/N)♕ ♥
i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning
i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..
you dont have to if you dont have time though!!
His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.
i’ll be there in 10
As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door.
“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.
“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving.
He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side.
Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.
Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.
Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper.
Jackpot. That should be it.
Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.
Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.
She’s never shown me any of her drawings…
“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text.
Texts with dates.
Smeared texts with dates.
Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts.
“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”
“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.
“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”
Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?
His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.
He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.
“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.
Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.
“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.
“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.
“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.
“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.
“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on.
Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly.
“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.
He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”
You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”
He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”
“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.
“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.
“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.
“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.
As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”
Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.
In his memory, Vax is forever locked in a moment (in a moment in a moment).
Major spoilers for episode 102.
In his memory, Byroden is forever locked in springtime.
Warm light glints off sun-dappled leaves, distracting the eye from even the most vivid of wildflowers that pitch and sway with the wind-blown grasses. He’s young, sitting in the dirt and watching his sister methodically pull up strands of grass and release them into the wind to flutter and flicker away. He’s thinking about Jerren, the kindly old man next door who’d died last week. He’s thinking about his mother leaning in close with tears in her eyes and saying, “I’m so sorry, but he’s not coming back,” he’s thinking about what it means to end and to make other people feel sorry, he’s thinking about what it means to go and not come back.
“I never want this to end,” he says.
Vex just looks at him, pulling up another handful of grass. “I’m getting hungry. We gotta go in sometime.”
“I mean, I’m gonna remember this when I’m two hundred years old,” Vax says. “This day, today. The way the sun looks and the grass looks and the sky looks.”
genre: childhood friends/enemies to sweethearts, human AU
summary: Peridot is the only person in the fourth grade that is on Lapis’s ‘no kiss list’ for a kind of underground kissing booth and Peridot is not happy about it, they grow older together and things begin to shift, Ao3
A/N: Okay, 1, I’m fucking bitter as fuck for Kingsman 2 for killing off Roxy so she’s no longer dead in my mind - she fucking lived, fuck that moment of the movie. 2, I ship Reggsy so i’m a littleeeee bitter about what happened with Eggsy. Anyway, this is a reggsy fic and i’m sorry if you’re clicking onto this expecting this just to be a fix it for Roxy but i had bitter feelings about this whole movie! it’s also 3am and i’m posting this without reading it so there are probably mistakes everywhere. anyway! Enjoy!!!!!
When the missile came in, Roxy was halfway out her bedroom door. She was knocked straight into the banister as the explosion ripped through the estate. It was a rumble of things before everything came crumbling down. Managing to get down the stairs, the ground began to shake and give way. Now, Roxy knew she wasn’t the fastest runner, but her life was at stake here and she wasn’t going to be taken down like this. She was a fucking Kingsman for christ’s sake, she deserved better than a fucking missile.
Summary: Soulmate AU in which you can speak to your soulmate in dreams and experience their dreams with them. You can feel physical and emotional feelings too, and if they die without warning, it is likely you will die as well..
When: End of Season 2 and skipping to the end of Season 3
Word Count: 2170
A/N: My first ever Dean Winchester fic. Hopefully there will be more! I literally cried while writing this and I hope you darling readers feel the same emotion behind it.
Warnings: A shit ton of angst and I swear
Italics are reader POV or flashback, everything else is Dean
Enjoy and reblog my friends :)
“Hey there hot shot,” she smiles at me. She is bathed in a warm glow that I have come to associate with this place.
“Hey yourself gorgeous,” I reply with a small smile and a sigh.
Every night we start like this. And it’s the best night of my life every night that I see her shining face. The life Sam and I live, we don’t have time for dating or chicks besides one night stands. But now that I have Y/N, I don’t even do that anymore. Why would I need to hook up with random girls in bars when Y/N is waiting for me every night in my dreams?
I go to her, kiss her deeply and hold her tight to my chest. I haven’t slept in 2 days, I’ve missed her, and she can tell.
“You wanna talk about it Dean?”
I can barely hear her, her face is buried in my chest. That’s one of my favorite things about Y/N. She never pesters me about what happened or what’s wrong. She just knows that something is off and let’s me tell her about it on my terms. When dad died I was angry and guilty and she didn’t even ask about it. She just held me and told me she loved me.
I kiss the top of her head, and rest my cheek on it. “Not tonight darlin. It’s too much right now. Just let me look at you for a while ok?”
She leans back and tilts her head up to look at me. “Whatever you need D.” She’s shorter than me so she gets up on her toes to kiss me again.
She hums and starts stroking the short hairs on the back of my head. It’s one of her little quirks. I don’t mind though, that shit always soothes the hell out of me, like I’m being hypnotized or something.
She ceases her ministrations and pulls away. She grabs my hand and pulls me towards our tree.
Each pairing gets to meet in their own ideal place in the dream world. Ours is a small clearing a ways off an interstate. We can hear the occasional car pass by, and somehow I’ve parked Baby in just the right spot to shield us from the road.
The clearing is natural, with a couple of trees breaking up the flat expanse. The grasses come to just above my knee, soft and warm.
Our tree is the biggest one, towards the west end of the clearing. We sit there together and let the setting sun shine on our faces every night before we wake up.
She pulls me over and we sit down. Sometimes if she’s had a bad day, she’ll lay down with her head in my lap, or she’ll sit between my legs and lean back against my chest. She says those are the best positions for her to feel like she’s safe.
“Why would you want to sit between my legs Y/N I don’t get it. It just makes no damn sense to me.”
She huffs, pushing my knees apart to make room for herself, “Because Winchester, when I’m there I can lean on you. I know the kind of world I live in now, it’s a hell of a lot more dangerous than I used to think. I need to feel safe every now and then. And you said it yourself, the safest place for me to be is in your arms. Now spread em, or you can sit by yourself.”
I chuckle at the memory. That moment is one of those that keeps me goin on the bad days.
I’m yanked out of my reverie by her worried voice and fingers snapping in my face, “Dean? Dean come back to me. Good lord man, sit down.”
I do as she says and immediately spread my legs expecting her to nestle between them. “Not tonight baby,” she whispers as she sits next to me, “tonight you’re the one who needs to feel safe. Lay down here,” she pats her thighs. I shift over and lay my head down across them and she resumes stroking my hair.
I immediately feel my eyelids drop. I breathe deeply and take in our surroundings. Warm afternoon sun shining through the tree leaves, small breeze making the grass shake in its path. I can hear the birds singing. I never used to like that before, before I came here.
She starts humming. I can’t identify the song at first and eventually I give up trying. It’s a kind of lofty tune, sounds like something King Arthur would play in his castle.
She usually hums something I know and then she starts singing to me. Best way to spend time with her. If God is real, then despite all the other bullshit he’s put me through, I feel a little bit blessed because my soul mate soothes me with the sweet sound of Metallica. I mean as hellish as my life is, I could’ve been stuck with a chick who hated rock. But then I guess by definition she wouldn’t be my soul mate.
I start drifting off and I’m only half conscious when she stops humming and starts talking to me-
“I wish you would tell me what happened. I know something’s wrong. And I know it’s something big. I know you think not telling me is protecting me but Dean, we’re in a partnership now. Everything that happens to you affects me. I can feel your fear, your anger, and I felt your sadness. God I couldn’t even get up for work. And I know it was you. And now you won’t tell me. It had to have been Sam. Him and me, that’s every one you have love for now. I know he’s ok now because I felt the relief. But I also feel your guilt. What did you do Dean? What did you do to us?”
I can’t take it anymore. I can’t tell if she’s trying to guilt me or if she thought I was actually asleep but I can’t take it anymore. I sit up and put my head in my hands, elbows resting on my knees.
“Dean?” She puts a warm hand on my back. Amazing what one touch does to ease me.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so so sorry.”
“What happened babe?” I can feel the fear in her voice. She’s expecting the worst and she’s going to get even worse than that.
“Sammy died-” she gasps, leaning towards me to try and wrap her soft arms around my torso, but my next words make her recoil, “- and I sold my soul to bring him back.”
“You…. you…. you what?” She starts to cry.
“I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul to hell to bring Sam back to life. It worked, he’s back. But the crooked bitch only gave me one year before she collects. The going-rate is 10 years Y/N, I got robbed. But I had to do it! It was Sam. I can’t live without Sam… Y/N?? Sweetheart where are you going?”
She’s gotten up and started marching out into the middle of the clearing. I catch up to her and grab her arm, “Y/N, babe, wait please I-” WHAM she swings around hard, her fist connecting with my jaw. I release her arm and take a step back.
“YOU WERE GOING TO TRY AND HIDE THIS FROM ME WEREN’T YOU? TRY AND HIDE IT AS LONG AS YOU COULD AND TRY TO MAKE THE BEST OF THE TIME WE HAVE LEFT ISN’T THAT RIGHT?” She shoves me in the chest, pushing me away from her, “YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! YOU WERE JUST GONNA SIT ON THIS AND LET ME WORRY ABOUT YOU FOR MONTHS UNTIL I FORCED IT OUT OF YOU. I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING SELFISH YOU ARE!!”
“Y/N please, I thought it would be better that way-”
“BETTER THAT WAY? ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW DEAN WINCHESTER? YOU ARE GOING TO BE DEAD IN A YEAR. I’M GOING TO LOSE YOU IN ONE FRIGGIN YEAR AND YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER TO NOT TELL ME?”
“Well when you say it like that it doesn’t seem like a very good idea…”
“THAT’S BECAUSE IT ISN’T DEAN. IT ISN’T A GOOD IDEA TO NOT TELL YOUR SOUL MATE THAT YOU HAVE A YEAR TO LIVE. IN FACT IT’S A TERRIBLE IDEA BECAUSE IT COULD ALSO KILL ME IF I’M NOT READY FOR IT.”
She’s right. I didn’t even think about the shock factor and how it would affect her. At least now she has enough time to try and mentally prepare herself to be alone until the universe gives her a new soulmate, if it ever does.
After Jess died, I almost lost Sam. She was his soulmate and for her to die, especially the way she did, was almost too much for Sammy. He’s still not fully recovered.
She sighs, deflated and defeated, “I’m not mad at you for bringing Sam back. I would do the same for my brother, I would do it for you too Dean if I had to. But you can’t just do that and not tell me. Everything you do affects me. And when you die, I’m gonna feel it.”
364 days later…
You know what’s happening tonight. He told you the plan. And you know damn well what day it is too. You’re laying in bed watching old SVU reruns trying to ignore your feelings. Or rather, Dean’s feelings. But they’re so strong…
It’s happening. I can hear the damn dog at the door. That bitch Lilith grins at me from Ruby’s meatsuit. I’ve never been a praying man. But in my last moments, I pray for Sammy, that he is able to heal from Jess and maybe the world gives him another person to love. I pray for Bobby, that he doesn’t drink himself to death like I would after watching this. I pray for Y/N. God that woman deserved so much more. So much better than me. I hope that she makes it through this. I know it’s gonna hurt and I told her that. I feel so guilty that she has to go through this too….
Fear, betrayal, sorrow, guilt, and-
Lilith opens the door, grinning at me. I look over at Sammy and then everything else is wiped from my mind. Everything except the mind-numbing pain of these damn dogs ripping me open. I can hear my shirt and jacket ripping, my flesh being sliced open, blood pouring out. God it hurts so bad….
I scream. I scream nothing. I scream Sam’s name, Y/N’s name, Bobby’s name. Nothing again. Somewhere in my head, I can feel Y/N, can hear her screaming my name and she experiences this with me. And then the pain is too much, the blood in my body too little, and I see Sam’s face looking over me, sobbing my name as I whisper his. For the last time….
Pain. You let out a bloodcurdling cry as your torso is ripped open by invisible claws. There are no marks, there is no blood, but you can feel Dean’s pain as if you were him. You can’t stop screaming, the pain is unbearable. You’re crying, crying, because it hurts and because Dean is hurting and you can feel everything and GOD just let it end, please let it go.
You’ve passed out from the pain. You open your eyes and you’re with Dean. But you’re not dream walking. The clearing you’ve come to love is gone. Replaced by darkness and storms. Thunder echoes around you, lightning flashes. You see a web of chains illuminated by the light. You hear screams…
The heat is suffocating. You have no body, you are merely an existence floating in the space of this strange place. You expand your gaze and you see your Dean. He has a hook through his shoulder, another through his lower back and kidney, chains round his ankles and wrists pulled taut. He can’t move. And neither than you. You are alive and you are seeing Hell. And you know this is the last time you will ever see him. And he can’t even see you. He doesn’t know you’re there…
He screams, “HEEEELLLLPPPPP! SAAAAMMMMM! SOMEBODY HELP ME!! SAAAAMMMMM??? SAAAAAMMMMM!!!”
You open your eyes to the blackness of your room. The echo of your soulmate’s screams loud in your head. You hear the final cry for help…
A/N: OK SO I HAD THIS IDEA AND I HAD TO WRITE IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS AND THE SHADOWHUNTER WORLD. Anyways, disclaimer; this is loosely based on mostly the storyline of the books rather than the show. It’s starts of pretty much the same as the book but there will be many differences. Like, many. This isn’t moving very fast for the first few parts but it will hopefully flow better as it goes. I’m so excited for this series omg. Huge huge thanks to @wynterrobin and @jxsontxdds for being such huge helps with this. I can’t even stress how much I appreciate it. Requests are open if you were wanting to send any in but I won’t be able to write my older ones as I mentioned in a previous post. Anyways, I hope this is better than how I think it turned out!
“Are you kidding me?” The bouncer said, crossing his arms over his large chest, an eyebrow raised accusingly as he stared down at the boy with hair the color of bright and lively grass. He shakes his shaved head at the boy. “You can’t bring that thing in here.”
Y/N rolls her eyes as she waits in the line of around fifty or so teenagers around her age of nineteen years old. She and her best friend stood out in the crowd like a sore thumb. Their shoulders were pressed together as Y/N leaned over him to get a better look at what was holding the line up from moving. The whole crowd mimicked her curiosity and impatience, copying her actions as they too leaned forwards in attempt to find an explanation for the hold up.
“It’s a part of my costume, dude!” The green haired boy smirked, holding the thing up in his hand to show the bouncer. The object seemed like a long wooden stick, pointed at the end.
“And your costume is?”
Y/N rolls her eyes as the two exchange their words, turning to face her best friend with a frown on her face. She didn’t say anything as she waited. There were only maybe five people in line before her and she had a clear view of the bouncer and the boy. His eyes were a green that was too bright; almost a yellow, she noticed. A relieved sigh falls from her lips as the boy turns back momentarily after she sees the bouncer shrug, his eyes zooming past hers before he makes his way inside. Y/N noticed the way his shoulders tensed as he moved, his hair bouncing as he walked.
I'm glad you're gonna start posting again, you're definitely one of my top favorite blogs! Can I have a scenario where Shoto and his s/o have a park/picnic date? Thank you~
I cant write anything wholesome its all MEMES
“I hate the outdoors.” you said as you placed the white blanket on the grass, shaking a few times to get the wrinkles out.
“I hate your complaining.” Shouto retorted, placing the basket filled with food onto the blanket.
You sat down on the blanket, already thinking about the creepy-crawlies that are lurking in the grass beside you. A low buzzing startled you and you quickly whipped your head to the side to swat a wasp away from your person. “I’m serious, Shouto, I hate being outside.”
The bi-colored haired boy shrugged as he pulled a bag of chips out of the basket. “It was my turn to pick the date, and I wanted to go on a picnic. I had to deal with watching the Emoji Movie, Y/n, at least pretend to like this.”
You pointed your finger at him, “We both agreed on that movie for irony!”
Shouto opened the chip bag and popped on into his mouth. He swallowed the potato product before answering. “But still.”
Crossing your arms, you scoffed. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I heard you laugh.”
He sighed, “Let’s not argue about the Emoji Movie, please.”
You motioned for him to pass the basket so you could pull out a bottle of water. After you chugged half of the bottle, you moved to sit beside your boyfriend. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you smiled and said, “No more arguing, I pinky promise.”
His hair tickled your forehead when he rested his head against yours. “I believe you.”
“But for the record,” you started. “I counted the times you laughed at the Emoji Movie. Three whole times.”
Noctis would be the most inclined out of all of the guys to spend time admiring twilight with his s/o. The warped, silver shapes twisted between the fabric of the milkyway never fail to fill Noctis with a sense of nostalgic farmiliarity, almost as if he were returning home after spending a lifetime away. Throughout the year the earth shifts around the scattered luminescnece, providing Noctis and his s/o with an everchanging pictureshow. Beneath the overcast of night, the two stargazers would perch upon a pallet of comforters scattered across an apartment’s back porch. Taking note of the constellations beginning to peak through the early season’s brisk air, they would point and trace the forms with lifted hands, fingerpainting imaginary portraits of fate and future.
I jolt awake from the same dream as always, nearly falling back into my bed, when my gut tugs at me and I know that it wants me to go outside and open my wings in the night air; it pulls at me telling me to fly.
I groan as I quickly pull clothes over my naked body and leave my room.
The halls of the manor are weirder at night than in the day - creepier - with nothing on them and only those pastel paints it looks abandoned and haunted. I walk down the halls aware of every shadow, every noise.
When I reach the front door I step out, unfurl my wings, and take off.
The wind rushes into my face and I welcome it. Though it’s always spring here, I think we’re in a hot spring right now. It felt like a sauna in my room, I feel better now that the wind has released it’s chill on my face and in my hair, drying any of the sweat I accumulated in my sleep.
A/N: Request from anon. Aaaand I will use this
opportunity to recommend you this TV show called “Jessica Jones” because it somewhat suits the topic of the imagine. You should
definitely check it out, it’s really worth watching especially if you like charming
You were nervous. Sweating like a madman. Shaking like blades of grass in a storm. Biting the inside of your cheeks and mouth so much you could taste blood.
“Why are you so nervous, darling?” Charles asked gently, resting his hand on your thigh.
“I want you to meet the family,” you said quietly, voice leaving you. “But I’m worried.”
“Why?” If he hadn’t of promised not to, Charles would have read your mind to find out.
“Well,” you breathed out, bouncing your leg. “My sister may try and… Flirt with you because you’re her type-”
“Darling, I’m everyone’s type,” Charles chuckled softly. “But, believe me, you’re the only one I want. We’re going to see your family, have dinner, and go home and sleep until tomorrow afternoon, how does that sound?”