small speakers

Apologies

Richie’s feet crunched the orange and red trimmed leaves as he walked the distance from his house towards Eddie’s. He had his backpack slung around his shoulder, a small speaker shoved into the side pocket. He sighed, a little chilled in the night air and fiddled with his fingers as he thought about the past week. It hadn’t been his best, he had to admit. He bit into his lip.

‘Eds, I’m sorry!’ 

‘Fuck, off Richie.’

Richie frowned. While he wasn’t quite sure where he stood with Eddie at the present moment, he hoped it wasn’t too bad. Though, telling their friends about their relationship before Eddie was ready was not the best thing he’d ever done. 

He had ruined a perfectly good moment between them by making a joke out of it like he always did. Eddie was mad at him for days which lead to provoking questions from their friends. And finally, Richie just got so annoyed that he spilled the beans. Eddie’s face had been beet red with anger. He shivered.

He tugged the strap of his bag as he crossed Sonia Kaspbrak’s neatly trimmed lawn. He set the bag down, crossing over to pick up a few pebbles. He shook them in his palm, specks of dirt flung off as he took to the prime place to toss them. 

Now, He’d never actually seen that movie ‘Say Anything’ but Eddie had and begged Richie over and over to watch it with him. He had yet to actually manage to get Richie to sit still long enough to watch it. But he’d heard Eddie describe the famous scene enough times to weasel his way through this. 

He went to through the first pebble before he remembered something, turning over to the backpack. “Shit.” he bent over and took his phone in his hand, flicking Bluetooth on.

 The speaker lit up with a ‘Bluetooth is start’  and Richie rolled his eyes, repeating the poor grammar in his impression of the lady’s voice. When he seemed to get everything settled, he stood and dusted his knees off. He threw his arm back and whipped the first pebble at Eddie’s window. It ricocheted off and fell back into the grass.  He threw most of his pebbles by the time Eddie’s window was flung open and the tired boys head peeped out, looking dazed as ever and rubbing his eyes. 

“Richie? What the fuck, my moms gonna-”

“I came here to apologize! You know I’m shitty at words so I’m just gonna let this speak for itself!” Richie cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, a little smug smile on his face. Eddie looked down at him with suspicion as he tore his phone from his pocket and hit the green button from his Spotify playlist. 

After the few second of awkward silence, it finally piped up “Want a break from the ads? Watch this short video for thirty minutes of ad free music…” 

Eddie leaned on his window ledge, a smirk growing over his face as Richie fumbled with his phone.

 “Shit, hold on…” Richie hit the button at least thirty times before it registered and rolled the thirty second ad. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he watched the blasting ad. 

“This sure speaks volumes, Rich.” Eddie’s amused voice called down to him. Richie looked up at him and was just so glad to see Eddie muster a smile up for him that he momentarily forgot the embarrassment. 

Richie opened his mouth to say something snarky back in the habit of their little game but was beaten to the punch by the start of a song. 

“ Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed-”

Can I ask how this is an apology song?” Eddie yelled back down at him as the song kicked in. Richie cringed. 

“It’s on shuffle!” 

“Why the fuck would you think that’s a good idea?”  

“I don’t have premium, ok? I was hoping to have enough skips…” Richie started pressing the skip button over and over and hoping to see the album art for the song he wanted to play. Eddie’s laugh in the background was making him all the more flustered. And he finally caught himself before he managed to accidentally skip it. 

“ Even though I’m in love, Sometimes I get so afraid I’ll say something so wrong
Just to have something to say…”

Richie grinned and finally was able to stop fussing around his phone as he let the song speak for him. 

“ I know the moment isn’t right to tell the girl a comical line to keep the conversation light I guess I’m just frightened out of my mind…”

He was sort of smug with his song choice, it was the perfect one. He glanced up at the window but Eddie was no longer there. His stomach dropped and was frozen in his spot. He shook himself and went to turn the racket off before Sonia came out to do it herself but he heard the door fling open. 

Eddie strolled over to him with a shy smile on his face. Richie shoved his hands in his pockets, not quite sure what to say. “I guess I forgive you, asshole.” Eddie reached over to pinch him. 

Richie’s confidence was back in five seconds flat as his smirk returned. “I knew you couldn’t resist me. I tell ya Eds, you gotta be swooning for this” He gestured at the speaker. 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You tried, that’s what matters.” He put on a teasing voice and Richie swept him into a hug. 

“- It’s undeniably real, Leave a tender moment alone. Yes I know I’m in love
but just when I ought to relax I put my foot in my mouth-”

“Accurate.” Eddie mumbled into Richie’s chest, he gave ruffled his hair the way Eddie pretends to hate in return. 






(This is based on a post I saw by:  @adhdtozier.tumblr.com/ ! So thank you! The songs mentioned are ‘All star’ by Smash Mouth and ‘Leave A Tender Moment Alone’ by Billy Joel) 

The Arrangement (pt 4)

The Monday after the party, Jimin sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. After what seemed like hours, the ringing of his desk phone took his attention off of his computer. He was expecting his assistant to call, but instead he hears the familiar voice of his mother. 

“Sonnnnn” she sang out. “How are you?”.

“Omma!” Jimin said with a smile on his face. No matter what the job, Jimin would always put it on pause if it meant he was talking to his mother. “I’m good. How are you and Appa?” he asks, relaxing into his chair. 

“We’re good sweetheart. How is Y/n?” she asks. He could practically hear the smile on her face, but upon hearing your name, his own smile faltered. 

“good good” he says, half heartedly. Since the day of the party, he had started seeing you in a somewhat different light. Sure, he still hated being married to you and he was pretty sure he didn’t have any positive feelings about you, but once he realized that you too were most likely suffering and also missed your parents, he took his coldness down a notch. Or so he thought. 

“Well son, I have a favor to ask of you and Y/N” his mom said.

“Anything for you omma, what do you need?” Jimin said, thinking nothing of what was about to be asked. Anything for his mother meant quite literally anything. 

“Well you see, we’re having repairs done at the house and we thought we might as well go ahead and redecorate the house while we were at it. But you see, a lot of dust is flying around the house with all the work going around and pretty soon, we’re having work done in our bedroom and bathroom so it seems like me and your father don’t really have a place to stay for a few weeks. Do you think we can stay at your place till the repairs are done? I promise, you two lovebirds won’t even notice we are there!” She said, excitedly.

Ok…anything but that.

“Uh…but what about your vacation homes?” Jimin tried.

“Oh don’t be silly darling. Those are all either out of the city or out of the country. Your father still has to go to work! We don’t really want to stay at a hotel but if you insist…” She said. She knew her son was going to say yes. But it was fun teasing him anyways. 

“What, no no don’t stay at at hotel. Of course you can stay over at our place mom” Jimin said, suddenly nervous. 

“Oh perfect! This will be fun darling, I promise. Now I can spend some time with both my son and daughter! I can’t wait to tell your father. We’ll be there tomorrow night then, darling!” She said, hanging up the phone immediately. 

“Uh..bye?” Jimin said, still pretty shocked. 

Great. Just Great. Now I have to run this by Y/N and put on an act for a few weeks. I guess mom and dad can sleep in the guest room downstairs next to Y/N’s room…SHIT! Jimin suddenly realized that his parents expected them to be sharing a room, not be living like complete strangers. But that would mean they had to move all of your things from your room to the master bedroom where he slept. 

Great. 


Your day went about as it usually did. You packed your things and headed home after a long work day and as you were driving, you were thinking about what to cook for dinner. Over a period of months, you started to pick up on Jimin’s eating habits and made mental notes to avoid certain foods after noticing him pick out certain foods or not eat a dish altogether. 

You entered the quiet house and went to your room to change. You changed into your favorite silk purple night gown, expecting the house empty. Some of your friends brought you the nightgown as a joke to “seduce Jimin with your incredible bod” but jokes on them, because there was no seducing done. But you loved how the silk felt on your skin and who cares if your husband didn’t admire you in the dress, you admired yourself. “You are one sexy lady” you told yourself as you stared at the mirror. You let out a little giggle and went to the kitchen to make food. You looked at the time and realized it was only 6pm, giving you hours before Jimin would return home. 

You grabbed your phone and connected your bluetooth to the small speakers in the kitchen. You weren’t incredibly fond of cooking, but you rather have a home cooked meal instead of eating out all the time. You were never there to see if and when Jimin at what you made for dinner, but you made some for him anyways without fail. 

You scrolled through all your playlists and decided you were in the mood for dance music. The music filled the room and soon filled the entire house as you began cooking a simple meal. Before you knew it, you were singing along at the top of your lungs and your hips swayed to the music. Sure, you were kind of making a mess in the kitchen, but you always cleaned up after yourself. 


Jimin had made it home directly from work for the first time since the wedding. He didn’t know what time you came home usually, but he always knew you were home before he was. There was always a meal waiting for him. As the months went on, he realized he was less and less picky with his food. He had to admit, your food was quite delicious, but he never made any effort to let you know that. 

He was pacing back and forth in his room, wondering how to break the news to you and put on an act to convince his parents. He wasn’t even sure how long his parents were going to stay. He thought he heard the door open, but he dismissed it. 

But moments later, he heard music coursing through the house and to say he was surprised was an understatement. “Talk Dirty” started echoing through the house and while he was familiar with the song, he was surprised it playing at his own house. Surely it wasn’t you listening to the song, right? Some stranger just walked in and started playing it??

Out of curiosity, Jimin quietly walked out of his room and in the direction of the music. To his huge surprise, he found you in the kitchen. Dancing and singing at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to cut up some vegetables with your back facing him. What surprised him the most was what you were wearing though. 

The purple night dress was moving along with you and the music and revealed…quite a bit. Jimin realized you were beautiful but damn…this was a whole new level. He’s never seen so much of your bare skin, and he felt a little embarrassed standing there. Realizing that he was just staring at this point and it would be 10x more embarrassing if you found him just staring, he decided to make his presence known. He cleared his throat a little, but you still couldn’t hear him over the music. He tried a few more times, but failing a little more. 

Realizing he was never going to get your attention this way, he just walked straight up behind you and tapped on your shoulder.

You literally screamed when you felt the contact. Not once has someone been home at this time other than you and your first instinct was to think that some thief walked in and had the audacity to come tap on your shoulder. So in your defense, you screamed and turned around with the knife held in both your hands.

But to your surprise, you found your husband with his eyes wide in shock and hands up in the air as if to say he surrenders. 

“Woah calm down, it’s just me” he said.

“Oh my god, Jimin what the hell! You scared me!” you said as you turned down the music. You mentally scolded yourself for your choice in music. Of course, today was the day you decided to play this song and dance along. 

“Sorry sorry” Jimin said, placing his arms back down to his sides. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

You eyed him funny, signaling him to stop. 

“What are you doing home..?” you asked, slowly. 

“What, I can’t come home?” he asks.

“No, it’s just you’re never here at this time…” you say, not meeting his eyes.

“That’s what you think…for all you know I could have just been in my room” he says, teasing you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he was glad when he saw the shock hit your face and a deep red blush creep up on your cheeks. It was rather cute, he thought.

“O-Oh..I-I never thought about that” you say, in all honesty.

“I’m just kidding. But I actually had something to run by you” he says, suddenly turning serious again. You were a little sad once his smile faded.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“So, my parents having repairs done at their house and my mom asked if her and my dad could stay over till the repairs are done” he said. 

“Of course!” you say, smiling brightly. You may not love her son, but you certainly loved Jimin’s mom. You treated her like your own mother. And the same went for her father. They were such lovely people. “How long are the repairs going to take?” you asked. You were expecting a day or two but…

“A few weeks” he said, running his hands through his hair nervously.

“A few weeks?!” you say, slightly louder than you wanted. 

“Why? Is that a problem?” he asked

“oh, no. I just wasn’t expecting that.” you said. “Wait so that means….” you started.

“We’re going to have keep up the act of a happy marriage” he finished. You could only nod. 

“That also means…we’re going to have to move your things into my room if we’re going to make this believable” he continued. Your eyes widened in shock. Of course you had to do that, how could you forget?

“Oh…right” you said nervously. 

“It’s fine, I have a couch in my room that I can sleep on. You can take the bed” Jimin offered. He didn’t especially like sleeping on the couch, but with the situation on hand, he didn’t really have much of a choice. 

“Oh..ok. That should be fine I guess. When are they coming?” you asked, already making notes in your head of what to prepare beforehand.

“Tomorrow night” Jimin says. 

“Oh, that doesn’t give us much time at all!” you say. 

“Yeah, so I was planning on taking the day off from work tomorrow move some of your things from your room to mine. If you can tell me what to move beforehand, I can have that ready by the time you’re home and then you can just move all the smaller things?” he offered again. You were slightly shocked by his kind offer, but you realized he was only doing this because his parents were staying. 

“Don’t be silly. I’ll take the day off too and we can do that together. I have some things I’d like to prepare for their stay as well” you say. 

“oh..ok then” Jimin said, not really knowing what else to say. 

“Well…I guess that’s it then? I still have quite a bit left to cook for dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s done?” you asked with sudden confidence. 

“Oh sure. That’s fine” Jimin says as he begins to walk away. You turn back around to finish cutting your vegetables when you hear “Hey Y/n?” you turn to face Jimin once again, “Thank you” he says. 

You give him a small smile and nod and turn back to your veggies. You realized that this was the longest conversation you have ever had with your husband. And why were you so excited about it?

You didn’t have much time to think about it though because you had lots to prepare for the upcoming weeks. If only you knew how much your life was going to change. 


A/n: Awh I actually liked this part. Hope y’all liked it. Let me know what you think? want a part 5? 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Stress Cleaning (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re too stressed to get any schoolwork done so Bucky offers an alternative plan.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,370

A/N: An anon requested The reader is really stressed and Bucky helps her calm down. It’d be cool to see them clean the kitchen together and joke around. This occurs between “The Little Things (Part One)” and “The Little Things (Part Two)” I should be doing work and preparing for finals, but I was too stressed so I wrote this instead

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

You stare at your textbook, willing the words on the page to somehow become more interesting. When they don’t, you move the book from the table onto your lap in the hopes that this new angle will help you absorb what you’re reading. After you catch yourself skimming over the same paragraph for what is now the third time in a row, you slam the textbook closed in frustration.

Midterms are upon you and what you should be doing is studying for the exams you have this week. Unfortunately for you, your brain is not in compliance with this plan. It wants nothing to do with the study guides, outlines, and index cards you’ve created. You had hoped that switching gears and reading straight from your textbook might work, but that attempt failed just as badly as the rest.

You lean forward and rest your forehead on the edge of the cool, wooden table as hopelessness and frustration overwhelm your senses. The last thing you should be doing right now is nothing, and yet, nothing is all you can bring yourself to do.

“Hard at work I see.”

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Tea For Two

Pairings: Royality, Analogical

Genres: Human AU, fluff

Warnings: Tea, one shot, some mild awkwardness, rude hand gesture mention

Word Count: 2563

Author’s Note: Fluff for an anon.  I really like tea, so this is a Tea House AU instead of a Coffee Shop AU. 

“Why did I let you talk me into this again?” Virgil asked as he walked through the door to Patton’s Parlor, the local tea house.  

“Because I need a wingman,” Roman replied, closing the door behind them and moving past Virgil  towards the counter, perusing the large chalkboard menu like he hadn’t been in there every day for the past week, “and I showed you a picture of the cute new hire.”

Virgil quickly looked around to make sure mentioned ‘new hire’ was not within earshot before following to stand a couple paces behind his companion and fixing him with a glare.

“You are as subtle as a brick through stained glass Sir Sing-A-Lot. And, with that in mind, why don’t you just ask the owner on a date and be done with it?  Why do I need to be here?” Virgil kept his voice low.  The shop only had a few patrons at the moment and they were all chatting quietly at their tables over cups of tea and plates of treats  There was some classical music quietly played through small speakers around the room, but it wasn’t enough to cover the sound of their voices.  Too loud, and one of the patrons, or worse, the employee and owner, would hear them.

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Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?

Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.

A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!



He was such a show off.

He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.

Lookin’ back,

I guess it was a kind of hazy -

Got me caught up and frustrated in love.

Lookin’ back -”

The video cut off.

It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.

You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.

He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.

“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”

The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.

You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.

Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.

The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.

It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.

You say: la, la, la,

La, la, la, la.

Girls like me don’t come around anymore!

You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.

This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.

You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.

You had a good thing going.

And then one day it got weird.

You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.

She a cutie and she fine,

Make me wanna make her mine,

She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.

If you like it, we can swerve,

We can light and stain up here,

Blowing, pluck it out the window.

What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.

A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.

Hey baby, won’t you look my way?

I can be your new addiction.

Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?

All you’re giving me is fiction.”

It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.

You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?

Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.

Ooh, pretty baby,

This world might’ve gone crazy.

The way you saved me,

Who could blame me,

When I just wanna make you smile.

It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.

Baby, you’re classic,

baby, you’re sick.

I never met a girl like you ever til we met.

A star in the 40s,

Centerfold in the 50s,

Got me trippin’ out like 60s,

Hippies!

You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.

Imma

Pick you up

In a

Cadillac

Like a

Gentleman

Bringin’

Glamour back,

Keep it real to real with the way I feel:

I could walk you down the aisle.

You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.

He didn’t.

The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.

After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.

If I could find you now, things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me

Away, yeah, yeah.

You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.

And that was it.

You never got a response.

You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?


You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”

The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.

“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.

When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.

You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.

It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.

As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.

You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.

Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.

“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:

“Oh?”

Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.

Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?

He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.

“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.

“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”

The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.

“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.

“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”

Your other eyebrow went up.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.

“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”

If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.

“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.

“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.

“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.

“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”

Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.

“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.

“Ethan, I feel the same way…”

He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.

“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”

He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.

“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.

“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.

You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.

Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.

“Can I come out now?”

You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.

“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.

“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.

“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.

Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.

“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.

The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.

“She knows me so well,

It’s crazy when I think about it.”

3 Billion Dollars [Part 2] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: A lil fluffy

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: This one is also kinda slow, but the next one is when things get real dramatic and amazing. I’m excited to share it! Honestly I was gonna post this last week. Sorry for procrastinating. 

P.S. I really love G Dragon’s outfit on him. Like I don’t usually like suspenders but seriously, it looks amazing. Plus I’m a sucker for his dark hair.

Not my gif

~ Admin Brooklyn

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15 years later

   Music was blasting as you worked on your final essay of your high school career. You were calmly working on it now. Unlike your usual routine to put it off until the last minute resulting in all-nighters, coffee, monster drinks, and some tears. You had a steady pace going for your essay until a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

   “I cannot believe you are actually getting that done a whole week before it’s due.” A teasing voice called you. You look up and smile at Ji Yong quietly leaning against your doorframe. He smiled back and walked in your room. Your room never seemed to change from the first time you two met, the same wall color, the same bed, and the same stuffed animals in the corner. All but that stuffed puppy he gave you. It seemed to rest itself next to your bed, claiming its own solitary corner. You scooted over on the bed, shifting to another comfortable position as Ji Yong lay down next to you.

   “I’m sorry that I want my last essay of high school to be good.” You say back, going back to your work. He stared at you, studying the way your lip curled as you went back to focusing on your work.

   “When do you leave?” He asked, pulling out his phone. You stopped typing and looked down.

   “I have to be there a week after the graduation ceremony.” Your voice was quiet, almost washed away by the music that blasted through the small speaker she had. He looked up at her and frowned.

   “Two weeks. You’re leaving in two weeks?” He asked you. You nodded your head and frowned at him. “I’m sorry Yongie.”

   “Why did you have to pick a medical career?” He groaned, rolling onto you for more dramatic effect. A small laugh left your lips as he rolled onto your lap. He faced away from you. You ran a hand through his dark hair repeatedly, immediately relaxing him.

   “I’m sorry that I don’t have a family business like you do.” You say. He stiffens. You notice this, but you continue to run your hand through his hair, continuing to relax him. “You never have told me what your job is.”

   “You’ll find out later.” His voice was steady, never breaking a strong sense of conviction that was inherited from his father. He always got this way when he talked about his work, especially around you. You never understood why, but every time you tried to mention it, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes get dark and his face goes emotionless, so you usually don’t bring up the subject.

   “Oooooo. Look at the lovebirds.” Your younger brother whined. You looked up from Ji Yong and saw him at your door frame. You glared at him before turning, pushing Ji Yong off your lap in the process. You grabbed a pillow, then threw it at your brother, who just laughed and walked away. Ji Yong watched your brother as he walked away.

   “Why the hell would someone want a younger brother? Was one child not enough?” You muttered under your breath, turning back to your laptop to work. Ji Yong set his head on your lap once again, leaving you to do your work. He was on his phone while you were working on your essay, silently sitting together and listening to the music playing from your speaker.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   “Good luck in college. Do well and don’t do any drugs or anything that could hurt you okay?” Your mother scolded you. You nodded your head, smiling at her. “I know mom this is what the sixth time you’ve told me.”

   “I’m just worried.” She gave you a small smile, before pulling you into a hug. Currently, everyone was outside. Your bags were packed and sitting your friend’s car, ready to take you off to college. You pulled away and smiled at your mother. You turned to look at your dad who looked down at the ground. You sent him a small smile anyways, before turning to your little brother. You pulled him into a hug, and he groaned in return.

“I’ll miss you, little bro. Good luck with your first year of high school.” His arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you back tightly. You smile into the hug then pull away. You wait for a second and then look at your mom. She looked at you with a sad smile and shook her head.

“Time to go.” Your friend called. You nodded your head then headed towards the car. Ji Yong said he would be here, but he didn’t show up. Frowning to yourself you opened the door to your friends’ car and sat down.  A small pout had formed on your lips and your friend smiled softly at you. You closed the door and your friend started the car. She pulled out of the drive away, and you watched from the window as she drove away. Your parents seemed to get smaller.

“It’s just four years. You’ll see them again and that scary guy you like so much.” You chuckled at their words and shook your head.

“Ji Yong isn’t scary.” (Y/F/N) gave you a look and you laughed once again. “You’re right, though, it’s just four years. What could happen?”

Delirium {Aylumswap Sans x Doctor! Frisk}

_She was so good, so kind, so trusting, of those around her.

Even if they didn’t necessarily deserve it. _

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 Tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap.

 The sound of shoes on the pristine linoleum floor.

 The florescent lights casting a white glow on everything under them. 

 Was that her coming down the hallway? 

 He hoped so.

 He’d seen her yesterday, less than twenty four hours ago, but it felt like years.

With no clock to tell him otherwise, he had started to believe it actually _had _been years.

 All he knew was that it had been far too long since he’d seen her last.

 The knob on the door jiggled.

He jolted to attention.

The sound of a key entering the heavy padlock. 

 His eyes widened, the lights that served as pupils in his sockets shrinking to pinpricks in focus.

 The door opened a crack, letting light into his somewhat dimmed world.

 He stumbled to his feet, almost falling over before steadying himself.

His arms were restrained, locked in place by the straps of his straight jacket and reducing his balance to that of a newborn baby bird.

 The door opened fully, nearly blinding him with the intensity of the lights of the hallway.

And there she stood.

 "Good morning, Sans.“ 

 that wonderful wonderful wonderful voice oh how he loved the sound of it 

** **

 A flood of emotions washed over him at the sight of her, the sound of her voice sending him reeling

.

Happiness, at seeing her again.

 Relief, that she had come back even after last time. 

 Confusion, at why she left in the first place.

 Anger, that she didn’t stay. 

 Sadness, that he couldn’t make her stay.

 … Joy, simply at having her in the same room as him.

 Excitement, in its’ purest form, rushed over him once more and a smile, almost maniacal, stretched across his face.

He tore at his restraints, pulling and struggling, unable to use his magic to help free himself due to the nature of the cell he was confined in.

 Just like the other rooms that contained monstrous, magically-inclined patients, the walls were made of magic-proof padding that muted the abilities of the inmates contained within. 

 He whined, a keening sound directed at the woman before him and requesting her assistance in removing the offending restraints. 

 She obliged, and, much to his delight, came closer to unbuckle the straps and set him loose. 

 yes yes yes come closer closer closer please please please

** **

 Once she had unbuckled the last strap, his arms were around her, crushing him to her and leaving no space in between.

 "Miss Frisk!” he cried.

 Tears sprung to his eyes when her hand caressed the back of his skull in the softest way.

She treated him so_ gently_.

She wrapped her arms around him, returning the embrace.

 She laughed, that beautifully soft laugh that made his insides flutter and his magic spark inside his chest.

“How are you today, Sans? The doctors haven’t been giving you a hard time, have they?” She asked. 

 He looked up at her from where he’d buried his face in her chest.

“They pricked me again after you left yesterday,” he said, before adding in a somewhat pouty voice, “I don’t like it when they prick me. The medicine in the red vial feels weird.”

 She made a sad face.

She had been making those more often. 

 no no no don’t be sad smile for me smile smile smile please please please

 "I’m sorry to hear that. But…Sans,“ she said. “You know why they had to inject you. You were losing control again, and there was no other way to calm you down." 

 He held her tighter.

 He whined and pulled on her, signaling that he wanted to sit down.

She understood and they sank to the floor, Sans still clinging and showing no intention of letting go anytime soon.

 "You calm me down,” Sans said quietly, his head rested on Frisks’ shoulder. “Better than some stupid drug…" 

 She stroked the back of his skull.

His sockets fluttered shut, the sweet smell of her hair lulling him into a sense of security. 

 so good so sweet so wonderful so beautiful so trusting and all mine mine mine

 "I suppose,” Frisk said. “But I can’t always be here when you need me.”

 Sans buried his face further into her hair.

 "I have other jobs to do in the hospital, you know.“ 

 Sans dug his phalanges into the back of her stark white lab coat.

 "I have other patients to see, and take care of-" 

 ”Brother talked to me again last night!“ Sans blurted. 

 This stunned Frisk into silence.

She looked down at her small charge, her eyes widening. 

 Sans saw this expression and matched it with a teary-eyed look of his own, before trying to hide his face in her coat once more.

 Frisk held him at arms length, however; she refused to let him get closer.

 Sans often talked about his ‘brother’, an older,  taller skeleton monster who was supposedly held in a maximum security cell deep beneath the hospital. His presence in the institution was practically a legend, it being said that he was one of the strongest and most unstable patients, and only certain doctors and scientists were allowed to be near him; his powers included telekinesis, teleportation, telepathy(which is probably how he was able to communicate with Sans so easily), and other abilities that even the highest security prisons were loathe to handle. 

 It just so happened that Sans had those same abilities, however dulled down they were… 

 …And madness seemed to run in their family, unfortunately.

 Frisk stared into the eyes of her most prominent patient, his blue pupils staring back at her with an air of fear. 

 Sans didn’t appreciate being held so far away, so used to being kept close, and fought out of Frisks’ grip before falling into her and grasping around her midsection once more.

He couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t wrap her arms around him like normal.

 no no no no don’t don’t please don’t you dare turn away hold me love me i need you

** **

 "Sans." 

 Her voice.

 "What did your brother say to you?”

 He thought about it. 

 "He said,“ Sans paused. "He told me what happens to him…down in the basement.”

 Frisk set her hands on either side of Sans’ skull and pulled him to look at her.

“What happens to him?" 

 Sans was silent, staring into the warm hazel of her eyes.

He covered the hands on his cheeks with his own and looked away, worrying his bony lower lip between his teeth.

 "The doctors are really mean down there. He gets pricked almost constantly, and they shock him.” Sans stated. “He doesn’t get mad easily, but it makes him really angry when he can’t fight back.”

Sans stared off into the corner, seemingly focused on one point. 

 "They even make him wear this special face mask that puts sleepy poison inside him,“ He continued. "It makes it so he can’t move, and…so they can take magic from him. He says he hates all the people who work here, and that I should too.”

 Frisks’ thoughts went to a dark place. Taking magic…what did that imply? And what would happen if this ‘brother’ ever escaped? She shuddered to think about the carnage that would most likely follow.

 She didn’t notice when a blushing Sans added quietly, “I could never hate you, though.”

 never never never i could never hate you you’re my one ray of light in this hell

 "There’s one doctor he likes, however. A lady with red hair that’s covered in yellow flowers. She’s nice to him, he said. “ Sans continued. "She doesn’t hurt him when she goes in his room like the others. She just sits there and talks to him, and he likes listening to her, even if he can’t talk back. She even reads to him sometimes, like you read to me!” Sans’ manic grin was starting to show again as he got excited. 

 Frisk mulled that information over. A lady with red hair (by 'covered in yellow flowers’ he must have meant the hairpins she wore every day); that sounded like Chara, one of the emotional therapists assigned to the more…stable, less magical wards.

What was she doing handling one of the most violent patients in the facility? 

 Frisk didn’t have time to dwell on it.

 The intercom outside the room buzzed, signaling that someone from the main office was trying to call her.

 She pried the small monsters’ arms off of her gently (or as gently as she could given the death grip he had on her), and went to the door, leaving Sans on his haunches with small tears in his sockets. 

She noticed passingly that he was trembling.

That usually meant he could tell she was going to leave; which would most definitely lead to a bad time. 

 She opened the door enough to see the small speaker on the wall next to the door frame. She pressed the red button on its’ plastic casing, accepting the call.

 "This is Dr. Dreemurr, how can I help you?“

 The nasally voice of the receptionist answered. "Dr. Dreemurr? Yeah, you’re needed on the third floor. Recovery Ward B-2, the little girl with the head injury. She’s scheduled for a checkup today, and, just letting you know, you’re a tad late for it. Ms. Spinner told me to call and see if you were still in the mental ward." 

 Frisk rolled her eyes in exasperation. She’d lost track of time again. Dammit, why hadn’t someone called sooner?

 "Of course, tell Ms. Spinner I’ll be there as soon as I can. And tell her to wait until I get there to do anything. That poor little girl is still fragile and I don’t want her in any more pain than necessary.”

 As Frisk was ending her conversation, Sans was starting to get antsy. He pushed himself to his feet, head angled towards the floor. 

 He started mumbling under his breath, incoherent sounds and whispers flowing from his mouth as his hands clenched at the fabric of his pants. He stared at the ground, glaring, while his magic sparked in his socket and cast a blue glow in the low light of the padded cell.

 ”You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?“ 

 Frisks’ hand froze over the comms’ button.

 She slowly lowered it.

This happened every single time. 

 She’d spend close to three hours with Sans (more time than she spent with any other patient on a daily basis) and he’d still have a hard time letting her go. And while he’d never actually hurt her, the threat was still _very _real. 

Still, she furrowed her brow and turned to face him, determination sparking in her gaze. She just needed to be firm with him, like always.

“Sans, you know I can’t stay. There’s someone else who needs me right now.”

 no no no not more than i need you stay stay stay

 Sans let out a strangled noise in the back of his throat, more glowing tears oozing out of his sockets, down his face, and collecting in puddles on the floor. A sob shook him. 

He was trembling uncontrollably, looking about ready to collapse.

Frisks’ expression softened. Although she knew he was most likely faking it, Frisk couldn’t stand to see him so distressed. 

She went to the small monster, allowing him to cling to her. She rubbed soothing circles into the back of his skull. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow, like always. You know I’d never abandon you, Sans.” Sans sniffled, nuzzling his face into her shirt.

 ”Promise?“ 

 Frisk smiled at him when he looked up at her. “I promise.”

 Sans lowered his gaze back to the ground. 

He slowly, shakily loosened his grip on Frisks’ waist and took one trembling step back. 

 Frisk slowly stepped away from him, giving him plenty of space. She half-turned to the door, keeping an eye trained on the still-crying monster.

 It broke her heart to see him cry, it really did, but if she stayed to comfort him he probably wouldn’t let her leave for another couple of hours.

 Frisk opened the door and stepped out into the sterilized hallway. She closed the door behind as quickly and as quietly as she could. 

She swiped her ID card over the scanner, locking the heavy mechanism and sealing her charge inside. 

 Frisk started down the hallway.

 She got halfway to the elevator before the screams started. 

 Screams of agony and pain and anger, paired with the vibrant cyan of uncontrolled magic casting shadows in her wake.

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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How each turtle acts after having sex: Raphael

Originally posted by jaguna

Raph:

Ooohh boy. Raphael would basically…destroy you in bed. You both would be laying in bed both panting and covered in sweat. He leans over places a few kisses and on your face and neck and starts to get out of bed. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a little smirk. Raph sent a smirk back to you.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Gotta shower.” Raph said. You nodded you head and started to drift off. He put on his shorts and started towards the bathroom. Everyone would immediately know that Raph had just had sex because after the shower would turn on, it wouldn’t be long before you would hear a certain song being played through his small Bluetooth speaker.

“Freak Me by Silk”

“Aw sick, Raph had sex. That stupid song is playing again.” Donnie would mumble while he would work on a project.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 3] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by yuijiyong

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: dis one be angst

Warnings: this does mention violence and contains swearing just so you know

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: Okay so this one gets a little intence. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the slow updates, school work takes up most of my time. Like always requests are open, and I love hearing feedback. 

P.S. this gif kills me

not my gif 

~Admin Brooklyn

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Eight Years Later

College took way longer than expected. Coming back home from college was hard. Everything seemed different. It didn’t mean that you didn’t visit while you were in college, but everything seemed to change from the last time you visited. Everything had this scary calm tone to it. Mornings were good, comforting and warm, but calm. Usually (Y/B/N) would have some exciting news, but not now. Now he just sat quietly, staring at your dad. Your dad was quiet, which wasn’t unusual, but he seemed sad and depressed, which was different. Your mother also seemed down, although she hid it. It was the calm before the storm.

You were in your room when everything started. Night had already fallen and you were working on your job resume. Music was playing out of our small speaker, just like it normally would. Everything else in your house was quiet, though. Your parents were downstairs, and they didn’t seem to make any noise, neither did your brother who was in his room. You didn’t mind how quiet it was. You were too busy working anyways.

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Your parents froze as a knock sounded against the front door. Your father walked towards the door. He carefully eyed the staircase for any sign of you or your brother. A sigh left his lips as he swung open the door. Mr. Kwon stood on the other side, with his spitting image right behind him. Ji Yong had a hard gaze on his face. No emotion was shown, unlike his father who clearly showed his amusement at your father’s anxiety. Men in black clothing surrounded them once again, just like the first time they met.

Mr. Kwon stepped into the house, inviting himself and the rest of his crew in. Ji Yong followed his footsteps, then the rest of the men. Someone had quietly shut the door. Your mother was hiding in the kitchen, sending more than her fair share of fearful dirty looks. Mr. Kwon smirked at your mother, then turned to your father. “We both know why we’re here.”

Your mother glared at Ji Yong, but he was looking straight at your father. His face was void of emotions. He was struggling to keep his mind in check, though. His father chuckled as nobody moved. Your father was struggling to keep eye contact with Mr. Kwon, but he tried his best. Mr. Kwon’s smirk never left his face, even as he spoke. “Don’t be so sad. I’m just here to take what’s mine. Well, my what’s gonna be my son’s. Oh, and I’m here to let you know that you fucked up your end of the deal. Now I gotta fix that.”

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‘til we tear the house down

summary: Virgil just wants to have a quiet day, but Roman, of course, has other plans.

characters: virgil, roman, patton, logan

pairings: none (can be taken as LAMP)

a/n: this was written for the tsficexchange for @sanderschronicles​. I combined two of the prompts that they gave:

Prompt 1(sfw): Roman convincing one or more of the others to dance.

Prompt 3(sfw): Someone gets annoyed and lobs a pillow at another. Pillow fight ensues.

I hope you enjoy it! It was a lot of fun to write!

tag list: @holdnarrytight@latin-logic


Virgil had let his music fade out a long time ago.

His head was resting on the arm of the couch, and he was focusing on the window in front of him, watching the raindrops chase each other down the glass.

On days like these, he found that it was much more relaxing to let himself sink into the quiet and focus on the soft taps of rain, the intermittent shuffle of paper as Logan read through The Communist Manifesto, and the calming, familiar clicks of Patton’s laptop.

His headphones were still covering his ears as he lounged on the couch, making it look like he was still listening to something so loud it drowned out the rest of reality. He was, in a sense, but only by taking in specific aspects of it, immersing himself in the peace of these placid noises and floating in them.

It was serene; not in a way that Virgil was used to, but in a way that he wouldn’t mind embracing more often than not.

It lasted a good twenty minutes, before Roman appeared.

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when John and Sherlock argue and won’t talk to each other

Rosie’s voice, coming from the bedroom: DAD HELP HELP ME DAD COME HERE QUICK 

John and Sherlock, busting the fuck in, tripping over shit: rOSIE WHAT’S WRONG ROSIE WHAT HAPPE-

there is no Rosie, only a small speaker on the floor, the door locks behind them

Rosie, from outside: now you have to sort it out I’m going to have lunch with Mrs. Hudson see you in four hours  

Your Song

avengers x reader preference

your song with your avenger boo (if you have anyone else in mind that you want with this, i might do a part 2)

Bucky: Stubborn Love by The Lumineers- After about a month of living at the compound, he began to explore the new world that he’d been viciously thrown into. The first thing he did in this new and crazy world was find you, and he felt that was all he needed to do. You put him in his place when he thought that he wasn’t good enough to be in your arms, or around the family he grew to love. So “Stubborn Love” became your song, eventually the both of you had lyrics from it etched onto your skin. You reminded him to keep his head up despite his past crushing down on him daily, and that ‘it was better to feel pain than nothing at all’. When the two of you finally made it to a Lumineers concert, it was no surprise that there were some tears shed whilst they played your sacred song.

Steve: Like Real People Do by Hozier- It was common for him to come home with complaints of people treating him like a specimen in a lab; something to study rather than a friend to listen to during battle. On your first mission with the team Steve quickly realized that you saw through the whole super soldier thing, and you saw him as not only a human being, but a leader. Quickly after that the two of you hit it off, and listening to music together became a thing that you bonded over more than anything else. When he came across “Like Real People Do” by Hozier, he was almost sobbing at how much it reminded him of you. Considering you both had a tumultuous past, and he felt that you pulled him from the “ground”. The love he had for you was out of this world, and you wouldn’t want to be with any other Soldier in the universe.

Natasha: Say I Do by Jonny P- Every day she struggled with everyone having the same misconception that she was a hardass bitch, and that she didn’t have the ability to love anything or anyone. But little did anyone know, you were receiving her love day in and day out. Very few people (You, Steve, Bucky, Clint and maybe Sam) truly knew her lovable side, and how she talked about marrying you every single day. When asked about you, Nat would simply explain that it felt like the whole room lit up when you walked in. One day she texted you out of the blue with a link to a song by Jonny P attached, and when you opened it your heart nearly burst. Still, she managed to surprise you by proposing that night, and “Say I Do” was the first song that the two of you danced to at your wedding.

Sam: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell- When the two of you first got together, it was at a bar on karaoke night. You were singing Tammi’s part, and Sam sauntered onto the small, shoddy stage to help you sing the duet. Once you joined the team and started going on missions, it became obvious to everyone around you that Ain’t No Mountain High Enough explained your relationship fairly eloquently. Both of you would swim across the ocean if it mean saving one another. Even if it was something as simple as you wanting a beer while visiting another state, Sam would drop everything he was doing and fly one to you. Having a boo like Sam was like no other, and you enjoyed making the team sick to their stomachs with your PDA.

Peter: Taro by alt-J- Being that you’re both fairly young, and still exploring the whole entire world while on missions with the team, it’s hard to pinpoint a song that described exactly your relationship. However, both of you bonded over whatever new and obscure music was out, and what small concerts you could attend without being recognized. It all started when you were hanging out in his room, looking at all the small things he’d collected over the years while he fixed a new computer that he found. When you came across a poster for a band that you had never heard of, and Peter played some of their songs through a small speaker in the corner of the room as he carried on fixing the beat up computer. Soon enough the two of you went to an Alt-J concert, and you fell even deeper in love with Peter for getting you into their songs.

Bruce: Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley- You’d been friends with Bruce for what felt like your whole life, even before the whole entire Hulk thing changed his life. When you stayed and convinced him he was worth love despite everything that had happened to him, it was like a switch flicked on inside of him and he began to see you in a different light. The change wasn’t just in him, but you also felt a shift in the way you saw him. Falling in love wasn’t easy for Bruce with all the shit going on in his mind, but he was certain that he wanted to be in love with you. When the two of you finally officially got together, the first thing you did was share a dance to the Elvis classic. Being with him just felt right, and you couldn’t help falling more in love with his sweet soul.

Clint: I Just Called to Say I Love You by Stevie Wonder- Most of the time you guys were either in the same room, or he texted that he was going on a quick mission. But you knew when you saw his name come up on the caller I.D., it wasn’t good. He knew when missions were going to go bad, so he would dial your number and pray you’d answer. At first he did it when the two of you split up for about a month, and when you got the call from him just saying that he loved you with explosions in the background it scared you half to death. You couldn’t sleep until he was home safe in your arms. When the two of you got married, it only got worse. But, these calls only made the day of his return that much sweeter, and you kissed him until you felt like your lips could fall off.

Just Go With It (Prof! Rogers x Reader)

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Word Count (2,972)

AN: sorry i’m such a dramatic bitch

Steve Rogers would be a liar if he said he hadn’t been thinking of calling you up and asking you on a date. He’d also be a liar if he said his palms weren’t sweating up a storm as he waited for both of your coffees to be finished. After quickly locking up his office he had walked you down the street to this nice little cafe, earning grins from plenty of his students when you two entered. You kept nodding as he spoke and fiddled with your fingers to keep busy.

You were nervous and for some reason he was scared to know why.

When he approached the booth you had settled into, he set your cup down and sat across from you, you smiled your thanks at him and took a sip.

“So, uh.. Why are you here?” he asked and your eyes locked with him and he cleared his throat, “Not that.. It’s a problem! You look great by the way,” he said quickly and you couldn’t help but smile.

Steve relaxed, and sighed, “Sorry, I’m just-”

“Nervous?”

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Ao3

“What’s taking so long?”

Sherlock’s voice, petulant and lazy, drifted in through the open door of the loo, and John grinned around his toothbrush, absolutely bursting with affection.  It had taken him roughly seven minutes to learn how to move again after Sherlock had collapsed on top of him.  The sticky mess between them had made itself a bit of a hindrance, and John had pressed a kiss to the top of Sherlock’s head and reluctantly left him laying there to nip into the loo for a wet rag.  He’d spotted his toothbrush out of the corner of his eye and thought it wouldn’t hurt considering where he’d had his mouth not too long ago.

He poked his head around the door.  Sherlock was on his back with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, still completely nude and absolutely shameless about it now.  John’s heart lurched in his chest at the sight; he was still getting used to the idea that this was real.

“Here,” John said, the word garbled around the toothbrush still stuck in his mouth.  Sherlock cracked one eye open to look at him, and John tossed the wet flannel, which landed with a plop on Sherlock’s chest.  “Clean off a bit with that.  I’ll be out in a minute.”

He ducked back into the loo, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

“If I don’t clean myself off would it convince you that I’m not posh?”

John laughed.  “Nope.  I’d still think you were posh and maybe just a bit kinky.”

Sherlock grumbled unintelligibly, and John could just picture him rolling his eyes, which only made his grin widen.  He spit into the sink and rinsed his toothbrush. When he rounded the doorway into the bedroom the wet flannel hit him squarely in the stomach.  He caught it before it could fall to the floor and gave Sherlock a look.

Sherlock shrugged.  “That was for taking so long.”

“Impatient git,” John said, but he couldn’t keep the fondness out of the words. It was impossible to be annoyed when Sherlock was looking up at him from the bed, naked and relaxed and soft beneath the thin veneer of his irritation.

John threw the flannel into the hamper in the loo and then crawled back onto the bed.  Muted light peeked through a gap in the curtains on the window, announcing the beginning of another cloudy day in London, but John couldn’t find it in himself to care about the time or his lack of sleep because Sherlock’s hands were warm on his arms as he leaned over him for a kiss.  It was soft and unhurried, a slow press of lips and tongues that teetered precariously between chaste and the scintillating promise of more.

“John?”

“Mmm?”  John let his lips wander to Sherlock’s jaw, freeing his mouth up to speak.

“I was thinking.”

“You don’t say,” John said.  Sherlock pinched him gently, and he smiled, nudging his nose just behind Sherlock’s ear.

“I was thinking,” Sherlock said again, “we’ll be needing to come up with a different name for me.”

John frowned, pulling back to look at him properly.  “What, for a case or something?  Did Lestrade text you while I was in the loo?”

He was met with that certain expression that told him he was being extraordinarily daft.  

“I meant for Little Watson,” Sherlock said, over enunciating each word as if he thought it possible that John might have forgotten how the English language worked. John couldn’t muster the brain space to be offended by it because every thought in his head was pushed aside to make room for the words now streaming out of Sherlock’s mouth.  “She already calls you ‘daddy.’  It will be far too confusing for her to associate that word with me as well.  She’s quite intelligent, of course, so I don’t think it would matter in the long term, but it would probably be best for her language and cognitive development if she were to learn to associate us with two separate–”

“Sherlock, stop talking.”

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Beside You ||Shawn Mendes

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word Count: 2244

Summary: 

Warnings: maybe incorrect knowledge of Shawn Mendes’s character

Note: lightly inspired “There’s nothing Holding Back” 

I don’t usually write about someone i don’t know a lot about, but I decided to write this about Shawn Mendes because I have been really into him lately, and none of the other people I write about/for really fit what I want to write about right now. I apologise if the character doesn’t quite seem like Shawn, but again I don’t really know much about him, so you can’t be too mad at me for it.

Y/F/B- your favorite band

Masterlist


You always thought that there was nothing better than hanging out with your best friend on a Friday night, but now you knew, you were wrong. Your best friend, Shawn, had been gone because of his world tour, but he was returning home for a short break. You were so excited for your Friday night best friend time.

It had been two months since you had seen Shawn in person. You had talked at least once a week through skype, but it wasn’t the same. You were going to pick him up from the airport in about an hour, and you were giddy just waiting for the time to pass do you could leave. 

You had set everything up like it usually was. All of your favorite snacks were settled into the mounds of all the blankets and pillows you could scrounge up. They were all placed around the T.V.  ready for the beginning of your Harry Potter marathon. Everything was the way that you guys always had it when you were younger. It was perfect.

You went to change from your messy work clothes to clothes that more suitable for the occasion. You threw on a pair of comfy skinny jeans and Y/F/B’s t-shirt. You looked yourself over in the mirror and pulled your hair into a ponytail on the top of your head. You put on light makeup to pass the time.

After an hour, you were ready to head out. You got in your car and drove directly to the airport making only one short stop to pick up chocolate-chip cookies up from this little bakery that you two would always walk to that was between both your houses. When you got the airport, you parked as close to his terminal as possible. The clock signaled that you were running a bit behind. You quickly threw the cookies into your bag and rushed to airport security.

You were still running when you saw him standing just past the security area. He had his backpack resting on his shoulder as he looked around for you. It didn’t look like he had been there for too long thankfully.

When he finally saw you, he dropped his bag and opened his arms in preparation of capturing your figure that was still barreling his way. Shawn picked you up and spun you around with your arms wrapped around his neck. You could feel him chuckling against your face that was buried in his neck. He slowed his spin and set you back down on the ground.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into him. It wasn’t very loud, but it was loud enough that he could hear you over the roar of the crowd around the two of you.

You looked up at his smiling face still in his arms. His eyes shone so brightly when he looked into yours.

“I missed you, too,” He responded pulling you closer into him again practically crushing you. You rocked to two of you back and forth in a long hug. From your spot rested against him, you saw people looking at the two of you with warm smiles of admiration.

After what seemed like an hour, but still not long enough, you pulled away from Shawn to pull the small box of cookies out of your bag for him. During the run to him, the cookies had been jostled around slightly and that caused them to break into smaller pieces.

“These are for you,” you said offering them to him a little embarrassed by their broken state. “I figured you would miss these cookies. You ate them like every other day before you left.”

Laughing, he picked up his bag off the ground where he had dropped it to greet you and took the cookies from you graciously. With his other hand, he draped his arm over your shoulder.

“How did you know?” He said. “This is just what I wanted.”

The two of you made small talk as you lead him to your car. He told you a few funny stories about tour and you laughed along with him. While he was gone, all you did was go to university. You didn’t have any funny stories to tell him really. He was what was interesting about your life. You were glad he was back even if it was just for a few days.


When you pulled into the driveway of your house, you saw his eyes light up at the sight of his second home. When you were kids you two had spent nearly every day together alternating between his house and yours. The two of you were a part of each other’s family and that meant you practically lived at each other’s houses.

“So, I was thinking maybe tonight, we could have a Harry Potter marathon,” you said as you turned off your car. Looking over at him you saw his smile that extended from ear to ear.

“I’d love that,” he said opening the door and getting out.

You both got out and swaggered into the house laughing and reminding each other of things you did when you were a kid. Shawn pointed to the cracked flower pot and reminded you of the time he accidently pushed you into, and you chipped your tooth on it. You pointed to the small crack in your bedroom window that was visible from outside. He cracked it when he thought it was a good idea to throw rocks at your room in attempt to get you to sneak out with him. Story after story poured out of you as you saw little things that had become part of you two.

Shawn opened the door for you, and you walked in together. Your mother and his were in the living room waiting for you to come home. They both jumped up and ran to Shawn. They pulled him into a big hug. They asked him a million questions faster than he could answer. You stayed back and laughed at them. You admired the interaction. Shawn’s face was so joyful that it was impossible not to smile.

After a few minutes things settled down and the four of you fell into a conversation discussing dinner. Unbeknownst to you, your mothers had planned a big family dinner. Shawn’s father and sister were coming over, and the rest of your family was getting ready to eat as you spoke. You informed the two excited women of your plans which they ushered you off to do while they finished preparing dinner.

“Didn’t know you coming home was going to be such a big thing,” You said chuckling. The two of you were walking downstairs to your basement.

“You’re just jealous that you had to share me,” He responded. He looked at you with a small sweet smile. His hands were tucked loosely into his pockets as he looked over the blanket and pillow nest you had made. You looked him over with joy. Your best friend was here again.

There was more truth to Shawn’s statement than you would every admit to him. You had had a crush on Shawn for a while now without him knowing. When you looked at him, you just saw everything you wanted for yourself. You loved about every little thing about him even the silly stuff, like how he didn’t like ladybugs or tomatoes. You were in love with your best friend, and being his best friend was enough for you. You knew you had a part of his heart that no one else ever would. It made it all worth it.

“Oh, shut up Shawn,” You said laughing. “I’m just mad that I wasn’t able to start my Harry Potter movies right away.”

Shawn laughed at that as he fell into the pillows. You walked closer kicking off your shoes and following suit by flopping down onto your stomach. He pulled you into his side and snuggled his face into your neck. His breath tickled your neck and you pulled away from him giggling. You pushed his chest away from you.

“Get away from me you, loser,” You said with a large smile.

“Never,” he said pouncing on you tickling your sides. The two of you continued joking around and insulting each other until dinner.


After you had eaten and talked with your families, the two of you returned to your nest in the basement. Around midnight, two movies in, Shawn spoke up for the first time in nearly an hour.

“What to go hang out around town?” He said. You raised an eyebrow at 19-year-old in front of you.

“It’s after midnight,” You said. You liked the idea of wandering around in the silence of the night, but it was still a little dangerous. You couldn’t just ignore that.

“So?” Shawn shrugged his shoulders at you. You mulled it over in your head. He watched you think. His face settled into big puppy dog eyes and a small pout.

“Please, Y/N,” He said. “I haven’t had such a perfect opportunity to get in trouble like this in like two months.”

You both knew that you were going to agree to go out, but you tried to put up a fight. You were getting restless just sitting here and you definitely weren’t ready to head to bed.

“Okay,” you said. As you stood up you felt your stiff muscles stretch. There was a small chorus of pops coming from your joints as you loosened yourself up. Shawn copied your actions when he stood up.

“Let’s go then,” He said taking your hand and pulling you to the stairs. You grabbed shoes and as quietly as you could, You guys snuck out.


The two of you had been wandering around for about an hour. You had found yourselves under bridge on a well light bike path. Shawn had turned Ed Sheeran on like the fanboy he was and you two were just jamming out through a small portable speaker you carried with you.

Galway girl played as you threw your hands up in the air and ran your fingers through your that you had let down a while ago. Your hair was flying around wildly, and you swayed your hips with the music. Shawn was dancing circles around you. Both of you had smiles the took up your whole faces.

The song ended and Perfect started to echo through the small speakers much quieter than the song before had been. Shawn offered you his hand. You took it without a second thought and the two of you slow danced to the sweet song. You watched your feet so that you didn’t step on Shawn’s feet, but you knew that he wouldn’t mind if you did by accident. Every time you did he would laugh which cause you to smile. As the song was ending, you looked up at him to see something you hadn’t really noticed before on his face.

His face was close to yours as it not so gracefully transitioned to Bibia be ye ye. Neither released the others hand when you walked to sit at the edge of the bike path. Shawn sat down first and pulled you down practically on top of him. You sat really close as you looked up at the stars over ahead. There weren’t too many you could see, but the view was still beautiful.

“I really missed you,” Shawn said. You didn’t know it, but he was watching you study the night sky.

“Isn’t it a gorgeous night?” you asked him turning to look at him.

“The most beautiful,” he said. You turned back to look at the stars admiring them while Shawn admired you.

“I love you, Y/N,” He said softly. You kept looking at the stars trying to think of something to say in response. Was he telling he loved you as a friend or as something more? You couldn’t tell.

“I love you too,” you said. You meant in both ways, but you weren’t sure he could tell.

You looked over at him and saw him still looking at you. He laid his hand softly on your cheek and pulled your face to his. At first, his lips barely brushed against yours like he was unsure if he should go further. You closed your eyes in response and waited.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. You just nodded slightly keeping your eyes closed.

Slowly his lips pressed against yours. In that instant, a fire ignited in your chest. It overwhelmed you in the best possible way as you moved with him. Shawn fit into you like a piece of a puzzle you had all along, but never realized it fit. The moment couldn’t be more was perfect.

When you pulled away, a small smile danced on the corner of his lips. You were still shocked. For a while, you kept your eyes closed. He leaned his forehead against yours. You were happy.

“Man, Shawn your breath really stinks,” You said pulling away a little breaking the silence. He laughed, but just pulled you back to him kissing you again.

“I really love you,” He said. You smiled and pressed your lips to his.

“I love you too,” You said for the second time that night. This time you meant it without out the worry or pain of before. You had him. And he had you. You didn’t need anything else because you had the world.

Playful Fate

Word count: 2.222

Requsted: Yes

Warnings: None


Five hours. You were waiting for five hours for your code to be delivered that you were growing desperate. Your best friend called you some time ago, notifying you that she had received her code for Harry’s tickets and you could hear her relief along with her overall excitement. She asked you if you had received yours yet but your negative answer had her knotting her eyebrows and telling you not to worry.

You weren’t worried. You were just disappointed. When Harry had announced his tour dates and countries you and your friend wanted nothing more than for him to come and perform in your country. And when you two saw that your country was included, you started jumping up and down playing his album. It was a dream coming true. So your friend suggested if you wanted to get tickets, you should be quick to apply for a code.

The thing was that your friend had already her code whereas you were still on edge. Suddenly, you started thinking that you hadn’t made it and that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry in front of you, singing your favourite songs. Or else, why would it take so long? Could the system be stuck? Was your application invalid? So many thoughts, but your inbox was still empty.

“Maybe it is not meant for me to experience this”, you said to yourself and started blinking away a few tears. It was a shame really because the tickets were affordable for once and the concert would take place in your own country. It was a bargain. Yet, you wouldn’t be any part of this from what it seemed.

And you were proven correct. One week had passed and your code was nowhere to be seen. You had cried, as silly as it may sound, but that was how you felt. Y/F/N was devastated herself when you told her that you still didn’t have the code and she too knew that all the encouraging words in the world wouldn’t change anything. You still wished for her to have an awesome time and she promised to be back with as many videos and photos as she could gather.

Days were the same for you after that incident. School, your part time job and visits to Y/F/N’s. When you were waiting for your tickets you had marked down the concert’s date but when you had realized you wouldn’t be participating, you had given your calendar to your friend. In conjunction with this, your busy schedule nowadays didn’t allow to you to think about anything else. So when you were passing outside the local stadium you were a bit taken aback seeing all those people cleaning the place and arranging the stage.

“What have I missed?”, you said to yourself and decided to call Y/F/N and ask her what on earth was going on.

“Y/N, I can’t believe you could forget. In two days….Harry will perform there”, she said pausing a bit and realization hit you. Right. The concert you wouldn’t be attending was in two days. You didn’t cry. But the taste your friends’ words left afterwards was…Bitter.

“Oh”, was all you could muster up but you gained your senses almost immediately. Your friend was going to be there and you didn’t want to make her feel sympathetic or sad just because you were feeling this way. This was what she was dreaming about too.

“Well, make sure you have the time of your life!”, you tried to sound enthusiastic but you were positive you sounded nothing like that.

“Y/N, I appreciate your trying but it is not necessary with me. I know you. And you knowing me, you should know that if I was in your shoes, I would be ten times worse”, even her statement couldn’t make you feel better.

“Still. Just because I am bitter about it, that doesn’t mean you have to lose your excitement. Even though it is impossible. Anyways. I am running late for work. Catch up later yeah?”, you said not intending to sound so harsh but failing miserably.

Putting your earphones on, you headed to the shop you were working to; a small patisserie shop which was well known for its profiteroles. Your small journey was accompanied by Harry’s melodic voice singing Sign of the Times. You were trying to hold back a few stray tears but the tune of the song did not help at all. You really tried to understand why life didn’t want you to meet your idol, but everything happens for a reason right? That’s what you told yourself anyway. Entering the shop, the smell of freshly baked cupcakes put your thoughts at bay and maybe, that was the first time you appreciated this shop.

“Always early darling”, Leslie, the owner of the shop, a sixty year old lady, greeted you.

“Well, you know me Leslie. I want to be punctual”, you said and half smiled. Leslie insisted on you calling her by her first name, because any other name made her feel way older. You didn’t have any problem with this, because when addressing her like this, you felt like she was a friend of yours. And in reality, she was. When your shift would be over, she would turn the sign that read “OPEN” around, and she would prepare a cup of hot tea and some cupcakes for you to chat upon. She made you feel better about anything. You had even told her how unlucky you were and you hadn’t gotten tickets for Harry. Surprisingly enough, she had experienced the exact same thing when she was a teenager. When you had found out, your eyes bulged out of their pockets. You could picture Leslie with youngster clothes, waiting to be in a stadium to sing at the top of her lungs and dance around to her idol’s music. But life always has other plans. She encouraged you that it is not the end of the world and that you would get the chance to see him in person one way or another. Your heart and mind seemed to understand her point, so when you entered the shop, her words would come in mind and you would be calmer.

But today, fate seemed like it enjoyed seeing you feeling blue. After some hours of serving customers and writing down orders, the local radio station decided to praise Harry by playing his two songs. The one after the other.

“Why me?”, you cried out and you gulped down a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“Are yeh closed?”, a male voice spoke behind you. Just on cue, Two Ghosts started blasting through the small speakers the shop owned and you tried your best not to lose it.

“No sir, we are open. Tell m-“, you stopped mid-sentence and blinked harshly.

“Seems like your station likes meh songs”, Harry smirked, standing in front of you in all his glory.

“Well-, yeah-, wow”, you said at last, looking between the speakers and Harry. It was a funny sight if you came to think about it. A few days earlier, you were crying your eyes out that you wouldn’t watch Harry enjoying himself onstage but now here he was ready to order. In your shop.

“Oh your order. Pardon me. You were saying?”, you returned to your professional self and waited for his order.

“Well, I would like two of your best cupcakes and a cup of tea”, he smiled and waited patiently.

“Okay. Take away or table?”, you answered and he looked up at you.

“Table please. Oh and one more thin’”, Harry paused and you waited for his next words.

“Yes?”, you said jotting down his order.

“I think your country is very beautiful. Glad it will host meh gig”, he said and smiled without comprehending what he had just said. When he saw your facial expression clouding, he felt confused.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?”, he asked all worried and it was your turn to explain.

“No, no. But something messed up and I am afraid I will miss your concert unfortunately”.

“Is that so?” he smirked and you nodded.

“Anyway, you are not here to hear about my personal misfortunes. Your order will be right up”, you said and proceeded to your work.

“I will be more than happy to help yeh actually. Could yeh come to meh table fo’ a minute?”, he suggested.

“I am afraid I will be unable to”, you said gesturing to your apron.

“I will be waitin’ then”, Harry said and walked to an empty table. Who would have told you that Harry Styles would come to the shop which helped you pay your rent and on top of that, wait for your shift to be over. You were fangirling like there was no tomorrow. And while you were heating up the kettle, you realized something; you weren’t so irritated that you wouldn’t be at the concert anymore. Yes, a small part of you still wanted to hear the duck noises in Woman live but as your eyes would dart to Harry, you came to the point that just talking with him was what you really desired. And maybe in some hours this would be real.

“That young man seems to be impatient.”, Leslies’s voice startled you.

“Well, he is waiting for me to be finished with work so we can chat most probably”, you said preparing the tray with his tea and cupcakes.

“But that won’t be for three more hours! Leave the tray and sit with him. I will tell Josh to take over love”, Leslie offered and you squeaked.

“But Leslie, you are paying me to serve people not chat with them”, you retorted.

“You deserve a break. Now go to him”, she said and you thanked her before going to Harry’s table.

“Here you go. Our finest cupcakes along with your tea”, you said leaving each item on the table.

“And the kindest waitress”, he continued making you smile.

“Why, thank you”, you said and he ushered you to sit with him.

“So… As fo’ meh concert yeh can’t come to… Yeh know, I might have a spare ticket that no one will use eventually”, he said while sipping his tea and you stared at him bewildered. Just with one word, your dream would come true and you would enjoy yourself with Y/F/N jamming along to his new album. But you couldn’t accept. Not only would it feel wrong, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness and prosperity.

“You know, some days ago, me and my friend applied to your site in order to get a code for tickets. My friend was the lucky one and got hers whereas I didn’t. I was devastated. And now here comes your kind offer. But I am afraid I will say no”, you said and he almost choked on his cupcake.

“But yeh seem like yeh want to come. I don’t understand”, he truthfully said. He started to feel confused with you; any other fan seeing him and being offered tickets by him would scream in his face and even cry. But that is what he appreciated too; your calmness around him. Even though you were screaming internally.

“You see, it seems to me that these few minutes we are conversing together, are worthy much more than a concert. Not wanting to disrespect your talent, but I hope I got my message across the right way”, you said, hoping you didn’t make a wrong choice of words.

“Yeh are somethin’ else really. I appreciate your company and you make meh feel less anxious when around a fan. And I don’t even know your name”, he concluded chuckling.

“It’s Y/N and I am so glad I make you feel this way”, you said chuckling as well. You knew how disrespectful his fans could be sometimes and how hectic it may seem to him. So why go with the flow when someone can treat him with the kindness he deserved?

“Y/N, yeh have a special place in meh heart from now on.”, he said and you swelled at his words.

“But I am afraid I have to go now. Have to practice. See yeh later yeah?”, he said and you got up to hug him. You were a bit baffled because you would never see him again and you didn’t exactly know how you could see each other later but you decided to push those thoughts aside and cherish the fact that you were hugging your idol. Maybe when you returned home you would let all your excitement out.

But fate knew better. Since that day, and when Harry would still be in the town, he would pay a visit to the shop. Sometimes only to see you. You had exchanged numbers too, careful not to be exposed of course, and your friend was happy that things turned out even better for you. Every once in a while, your fangirl mode would be switched on and Harry would be all playful about it but you didn’t mind. You also didn’t mind that you didn’t go to that concert but who needed a concert when Harry Styles would turn up at their work almost on a daily basis or call them up to chat?


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“It is 1:48 AM and I just woke up from a very weird dream. I only remember bits and pieces of it, and basically Anti saved me from Dr. Schneeplestein and its pissing me off bc I know it was really good if a little gorey but I can’t remember it 😠. Could you maybe write something for it? I know your swamped but holy Hell, I can’t recall anything more to save my life and its going to be the death of me…”

Warnings: Blood, knives, mentions of corpses.

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Originally posted by bwichim

genre: fluff, angst

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“Who is the first person on your speed dial?”

She looked up, unsure that those words had been spoken to her. No one really talked to Bong in those kind of thing, she was there mostly because of him. Because of Taehyung. If he went somewhere she tagged along. Some people might think of her as someone clingy but that truly wasn’t the case at all.

In complete honesty she hated parties, they weren’t her thing at all. She was there because of him, because Taehyung invited her. He always did. And if she said no he would get all pouty and grumpy. Sometimes he would think of other ways to convince her. Not that those means were actually necessary. One look from Taehyung was enough to get her on move.

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