that was the same color she wore when she started working in the shop

That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!

Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!


You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

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The Arrangement (pt 7)

A/N: I lied, the angst shall come in the upcoming part.

When you and Jimin returned to your parents, still holding hands, you found all four huddled near Jimin’s mom’s phone, staring at something. 

“Look at how cute they are!” she practically squealed. You saw your parents also smiling warmly at the screen. 

“Hey, what do you got there?” Jimin asks, startling everyone as they didn’t see you both return. 

“Oh, just the photo I took this morning!” his mom said, not even trying to hid it.

“eomma!” Jimin protested.

“What, it’s cute. Take a look for yourself” she said as she handed you both the phone. You and Jimin looked at the photo and you felt yourself blush looking at the picture. You both looked so….comfortable. So peaceful even. You could have fooled anyone. But of course, you both were actually going to be trying now right?

“At this rate, we can be expecting grandchildren in no time!” His mom continued.

“EOMMA!” Jimin protested again, this time even louder. 

“WHAT? We’re not going to lie, we figured it would take you both to get to know each other and get comfortable being a married couple but you guys seem to be getting along wonderfully. Well of course, it’s been a few months since you’ve been married, but still! And we’re not going to live forever, is it so bad to want grandchildren already?” his mom whined back.

You and Jimin just stood there, flustered. 

The following weeks were….pretty great. You and Jimin followed a similar routine from before his parents had arrived at your house, but you two were far more comfortable with each other. Many nights, you both stayed up hours learning more and more about each other. 

One night, you were about to start getting the groceries ready for cooking when Jimin’s father had come to the kitchen.

“Me and the Mrs. are going to have a date of our own tonight Y/N, so no need to make dinner for us as well. Why don’t you and Jimin go on a date too!” He said excitedly. Jimin’s father was dressed for his date, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“How do you the two of you do it?” You ask.

“Do what honey?” he asked.

“Be in love as if it’s the first day?” you said, smiling almost sadly. Would you ever had what Jimin’s parents had? What your own parents had? 

“Me and Jimin’s mom… we were like you and Jimin. We also had an arranged marriage. And back then, I was dreading it. But the moment I saw Jimin’s mom, I knew I was whipped. I strongly believe that we are soulmates. And because our marriage is so happy, we only wanted the same for Jimin. We were so worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along, but looks like we didn’t have anything to worry about after all” He said warmly. You only smiled in response. “Good night, sweety” he said, as he retreated back to go and get his wife. 

As they were heading out the door, they ran into none other than Jimin. “Are you two going somewhere?” he asked.

“We’re going on a date!” his mother chimes.

“Oh, have fun!” Jimin says. 

“Yah, why don’t you take Y/N out too? You two haven’t had much alone time since we moved in. This is as much for you guys as it is for us” his father whispers as he heads out the door. 

“Bye kids! Don’t wait up for us!” his mother says loudly as she closes the door behind them, leaving a flustered Jimin standing at the door, looking towards you. 

“Hey you” you say, smiling at him,

“Hey” he says, smiling back.

“What are you in the mood for? Looks like it’s just us for dinner” you say, looking back at the groceries. 

“I was thinking Chinese? How about instead of staying in, you can show me that Chinese place you were talking about? I still need to know if it’s better than my place after all” he said, smiling as he ran his hands through his hair. 

You jumped a little in excitement. You were tired today and cooking was the last thing on your mind when you got back from work, so this was a treat. And if you were looking into it, it was your first date with Jimin. 

Jimin smiled at your excitement. He realized he had just asked you out…on a date. Why was that so weird, you were his wife after all. 

“I’ll be ready in a few!” you said, as you almost ran back to the room to change. You looked through your wardrobe, wondering what to wear tonight. Should you dress up? Or go casual? Or would that seem like you didn’t care? But you also didn’t want him to think that you were trying too hard? You quickly scanned through the entirety of your clothes, and finally settled on some dark skinny jeans and your favorite baby pink blouse. 

Jimin had changed quickly outside in the bedroom while you were getting ready, but he too found himself skimming through his wardrobe wondering what to wear. He put on some cologne, making sure it wasn’t overwhelming and headed back to the living room to wait for you.

As you soon came out, he found himself staring at you again. He now had no problem admitting to himself that you were beautiful. The skinny jeans did your legs some justice as they showcased them beautifully. The baby pink was a lovely color that matched your skin tone and your loose curls flowed freely. You were truly stunning no matter what you wore. 

“Is there something on my face…?” you asked when you noticed him staring. You started to wipe at your cheeks and looked at your hands, expecting something to be there.

“ no, it’s nothing” Jimin said as he smiled and stood up.

You spent the car ride to the restaurant talking about both of your days and eventually started talking about your respective companies. The ride the restaurant was somewhat quick, so your conversation easily flowed even as you sat down at a table. You knew the staff here quite well, even the chef as it was somewhere you frequented. 

The chef came out to greet you and as you held a small conversation with him, Jimin couldn’t stop looking at your smile as you talked to the elderly man. It was then that he realized he hadn’t met one person who didn’t like you. You were well liked by just about everyone and you treated everyone with respect, no matter how rich you were. That was not something he could say for most of the girls he knew, especially his ex.

“Do you have anything in particular you would like to try?” you asked him suddenly, bringing Jimin out of his trance.

“Uhhh” he said as he looked at the menu, realizing he never got the chance to go through it. “Why don’t you just order for us?” he said, not wanting to waste more time.

You ended up ordering Jimin’s favorite and some other dishes as well. He couldn’t help but feel warm when he realized that you had remembered so much about him. 

The food arrived shortly after and Jimin found you staring at him eagerly as he went to go take his first bite, as if you made the food yourself. With the first bite he knew, this place was clearly the winner. The food was delicious, and even though it was a much smaller restaurant and a family run restaurant nonetheless, the taste was far superior. He turned to look back up at you, waiting to eat after hearing his verdict.

“Ok ok…you…you win” he said 

“Yes!!” you said, a little louder than you were working. Some people turned to look in your direction and you became flustered immediately. “oops” you said, finally reaching out to eat some food of your own. 

“How was the food sweety?” the old man asked when both you and Jimin were near done eating.

“You have truly outdone yourself once again Ajusshi. It’s amazing” you said, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you and your husband enjoyed my food” he said, as he took some of the empty plates away. 

“Do you have any room for dessert or are you going down to the dessert stand again?” the man asked as he was about to walk away.

“Hhm…I think I’ll take him to the dessert stand if you don’t mind. I’ll get some dessert here next time!” she said, excitedly. Soon after, you and Jimin paid and left the restaurant. Jimin walked towards his car, but you dragged him away. “It’s only a little walk away from here. Can we walk?” you asked. The weather at night was so pleasant and you couldn’t let go of the opportunity to spend time outside. 

“Sure” he said. You two walked side by side and while it was silent between the two of you for the first time tonight, it was comfortable. Jimin was taking in the scene as he saw all the shops and restaurants nearby. There was a small park to the corner and he could soon smell something sweet in the air. You were just smiling at the pleasant weather, smiling at just about everything. 

“Here we are!” you said a few minutes later. You both had walked up to a small little dessert stand right across from the park. The vendor knew you quite well too, since you would usually get dessert here after having dinner at the chinese restaurant. 

The had a relatively small menu, but they were well known for their fish waffles with soft serve ice cream on top. You knew Jimin secretly had a sweet tooth, and you could see a small smile on his face when he saw all the options. 

“Do you know what you want? I’ve tried I think everything here” you say happily. 

“Uhh I don’t know Y/N! Just get me one of whatever you’re having” he says, turning back to you.

You turn to face the handsome man operating the stand. “I’ll have two of the regulars oppa” you say. 

“Wah, Y/N, haven’t seen you much since you got married” he says, as he starts to fill the waffle iron. Jimin figured you both were going to get the waffle ice cream dessert, but why did you call him oppa?

“Oppa?” he asked, not being able to hold back?

“Yeah, he’s a neighborhood oppa! Me and my parents used to live somewhere nearby when I was a kid and my dad would bring me here a lot as a kid. Me and Jae Hyun oppa grew up together I guess!” you said. 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t come by a lot anymore. Not since you two got married anyways. It’s nice to meet you!” Jae Hyun says as he reaches a hand out to Jimin. Jimin shook his hand, and though he was slightly jealous of your relationship with him, he knew it was harmless. 

“Same ice cream as usual?” he asks you. 

“Uhm, I’ll have the caramel ice cream. Jimin what do you want to try?” you ask.

“Uh, I’ll have the chocolate” Jimin says, quickly skimming through the flavors they had available. Soon after, you both picked your toppings and said farewell to Jae Hyun after paying. 

“Do you want to walk around the park for a bit while we eat this? I wouldn’t want to spill anything in your car” you offered.

“Sure, that sounds nice” he said. He doesn’t really remember the last time he was on a proper date. Although he didn’t know if this was considered one since you were practically leading the way. But that didn’t stop his heart from beating as if it were a first date. He hadn’t had one of those in…years. Not since high school. It was always casual hook ups. Nothing lasted long, except for the relationship with his ex that lasted about half a year. He had soon realized the relationship was toxic and she was only out for his money, so he cut it off with her. 

Jimin didn’t know if he liked the dinner or dessert more, but he knew that he liked spending the time with you. Any of his “dates” would always recommend all the high end places for dinner, so this was actually a real treat. You both strolled the park, that was not too busy this time at night. A few people walking here and there. A few other couples too. Jimin was surprised by how comfortable he was in this situation. He was thoroughly enjoying the night, and any stress he had was slowly melting away, like the ice cream in the waffle. It reminded him of his childhood, when his life wasn’t so full of worries. 

You two eventually sat at a little bench facing a little playground. 

“Hey, I think there’s something on top of your ice cream!” Jimin says, pointing to the ice cream peeking out of the fish’s mouth. 

“What?” you look down at the ice cream and find nothing out of the ordinary. But before you knew it, Jimin had placed his hand under your hand that was holding the dessert and push it up slightly, causing your nose to land on the ice cream. You felt the cold sensation on your nose. 

“Yah!” you almost yelled. “Why’d you do that?!” you asked, but now laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, 

Jimin let out a hearty laughter. You looked absolutely adorable with the ice cream on your nose and around your mouth, even though it was just a little. Luckily, you had a napkin and wiped it off shortly after. 

“I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. No one saw it coming!” he said, thinking he had got the best of you. But while he laughed, you took your ice cream and shoved it lightly on his face. He stopped laughing immediately and looked at you in shock. 

“No…YOU didn’t see it coming!” you giggled as you handed him a clean napkin. He started laughing again, realizing that you had got him good. 

You both then sat there in a comfortable silence, just looking out on the empty playground. The breeze blew threw ever so lightly and Jimin turned to look at you. Your hair blew beautifully along with the breeze and the moonlight illuminated wonderfully on your skin. He scanned the outline of your face, and when he eyes landed on the side of your lips, he started to laugh again. 

“What?” you asked, turning to him. “What’s so funny?” you asked again. He just kept laughing. “Well come on, do share what’s funny! I want to know!” you said, nudging him a little at his side.

“You just have a little ice cream left” he said. pointing to the side of your lips. You tried to wipe it away with your napkin but you couldn’t find the spot. Jimin just laughed as you tried to clean yourself. You were so darn cute, he thought. 

He grabbed the napkin from your hand and turned to face you better as you did the same when you felt him take the napkin from your hands. By now, the ice cream had somewhat hardened on your lips, so it was a little harder to wipe off. Jimin inched closer to you, and your heart started to beat uncontrollably fast and you were sure you were a deep red. Jimin soon realized how close he was too, and his initial reaction was to back away. But he was entrapped in your eyes. And without thinking twice, he placed his lips on yours gently. At first, he was scared to even move his lips thinking you wouldn’t kiss him back and truthfully you were a little stiff from the shock. But despite his fears, he slowly moved his lips and he loved the warmth and softness of your lips. And not to mention the sweetness from the ice-cream. He made a mental note to get the caramel ice-cream the next time you both came back.

You really didn’t see it coming. His plump lips on yours felt like heaven. And when he started to move his lips against yours, you were slowly melting. And within seconds, you slowly melted further into the kiss and started to kiss him back. This was the first really kiss you shared with your husband. Not that fake peck on the lips you two shared during the wedding ceremony. 

This, this was amazing. And you knew you were never going to get enough and it would be an addiction. But you were still surprised nonetheless and you had dropped your dessert on the floor in the process. After what seemed like an eternity though, Jimin pulled away from you, allowing you both to breathe. He smiled at you, slightly breathless.  He was so happy that you kissed him back and didn’t turn him down. He knew his feelings for you had grown a lot over the last couple of weeks and he had only hoped that you might feel the same. 

He was too nervous now and didn’t know what to say, so you both turned away flustered. His hands at met yours though, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, like he did back on the picnic. You just continued to smile, still thinking about the sweet kiss. You were too embarrassed to look at your husband, so you chose to look everywhere instead. Your eyes then landed on your little fish waffle on the ground and giggled.

Jimin followed your eyes to the fish on the floor. Thankfully he had finished his long ago, otherwise he knew that his would have been on the floor as well. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get more when we come back next time” he said, smiling at the fish. 

“Next time?” you asked.

“only if you want” he said, nervous again.

“Of course” you giggled. 

That night contained the first kisses of many to follow. Like couples who first begin dating, you soon found yourselves going out on more and more dates, with more sweet kisses. You soon couldn’t take your hands off of eachother.  And pretty soon, the sexual tension was beginning to eat at you too. 

You both felt it, and some kisses from soft and sweet to hungry and hard. But it never went past that, despite wanting it.

Jimin felt his sexual frustration grow everyday, and he knew you were slightly frustrated too. You two had been married for about 7 months now, and not once had you two slept together. But his parents still lived with them, and the repairs seemed never ending at their home. After all, it was a big house. He wanted his first time with you to be special, and he also didn’t want the risk of his parents hearing or worse, walking in on them. 

But over the last few weeks, you had slowly turned into Jimin’s friend, girlfriend, and wife. You were all those things, and you were now the most precious thing in his eyes. It was crazy how hard he fell for you and how fast, but you were quick to reassure him that you felt the same. One of the greatest things about your relationship was how honest you both were with each other, especially your feelings for one another. 

One evening, Jimin’s parents had come out of their rooms, luggage in hand. 

“The repairs are finally done and we’ll be moving back in tonight. Thank you so much for letting us stay with you both. We know you both would love to spend the time alone, so we’re sorry for imposing for sooo long” Jimin’s mother said. 

“Woah, you’re leaving out of the blue?!” Jimin asked. You and him were cuddled up on the couch, watching a random movie on the couch. 

“Yeah, we just heard that the repairs were done. And we’re homesick too!” Jimin’s father added.

“Awh, I wish I could have made a better meal last night then if I knew it was your last night here” you said. 

“Oh, well we can always have dinner again another time. Please come and see the house when you have time!” his mother said.

You and Jimin paused the movie and walked with his parents as they got ready to leave. 

“Really though, thank you dear. It has been wonderful staying here” Jimin’s mom said as she hugged you. 

“No, I loved spending time with you too Eomma” you said honestly. Sure, you were starting to wonder when they would leave, but you were sad when the moment suddenly came out of the blue. 

You and Jimin watched as his parents drove away and you both smiled as you closed the door. It was weird being in the house alone now. You both just looked at each other awkwardly before retiring back to the couch. 

You pulled yourself close to Jimin again. You loved the warmth that emitted from him and combined with your favorite blanket, you were in heaven. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie as you had already seen it before, but your eyes still focused on the screen. Jimin’s eyes though, were focused on you. 

He started slowly running his hands through your hair, something he had found you had liked immensely. And soon he found himself tracing the outline of the side of your face with his finger. You turned to him, confused. He just shrugged and pretended to look at the movie again. But when he felt your turn your head back to the screen, he turned back to look at you. 

You were so close to him, so why did…why did he miss you? He wanted you and your everything, so he turned your head to face him and placed a warm kiss on your lips. The kiss grew hungrier each second and before you knew it, Jimin was carrying you back into your shared bedroom. 

And know the rest. 

As the sunlight fluttered into the bedroom once again, you woke up tangled in sheets with your husband. He was still asleep, and you loved just look at his sleeping face. Last night was…amazing. He had made you feel things you didn’t realize were possible and while sex wasn’t a foreign subject to you, you felt like you were in a whole new world with Jimin. He made sure you felt loved and were well taken care of, and though the night was pretty much sleepless, you couldn’t feel any happier now no matter how tired you were. You ran your fingers along his lips, and resisted the urge to just kiss your husband awake. 

“Good morning beautiful” Jimin said, smiling with his eyes still closed.

“You’re awake!” you said while giggling. “Good morning, sweets” you said. Though the nickname started off as a lie, it had stuck now. 

Jimin hummed at the name with the smile still on his face. He pulled you in closer to him and you both just laid there, cuddling for a few more minutes before you decided to get up and make something to eat for the both of you. God knew you both were hungry!

7 months ago, you thought your life was cursed. But now, you couldn’t be happier with your husband. You fell in love with a wonderful man, and you had him all to yourself. And you had the rest of your life to spend with him. You already made those promises, even if you didn’t mean them at the time of the ceremony. 

But if only you knew about the pain you would face soon in the future. Would any of this be worth it?

A/N: Sorry, I ended this part kind of weird. And I lied. I thought there would be angst in this part, but there isn’t yet. BUT NEXT PART FOR SURE. 

 F O R . S U R E .

P.s. please let me know what you think of this part. I wasn’t too happy with it, but needed a filler part for the plot I had in mind. I also don’t write smut fyi. 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Sweetest Thing

Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader 

A/N; If Finn Balor told me he wanted to punch me in the face, I would ask if he wanted to hit my left cheek or right

Summary: Finn Balor thinks you are just the sweetest thing. So much so that all he wants to do is drag you through a crowded room with his arm around your waist and a shit eating grin that tells everyone that you are only his to stare at. 


“Ouch! Seriously Y/N, I’m not a damn voodoo doll”. 

“Piss off Lexi, you wiggle too much. Not my fault”, you grumble out with a mouth full of pins and a roll of your eyes. 

Alexa lowers her eyes and frowns as she watches you kneel in front of her, trying your best to hem the shit out of the gown that was obviously too long for her tiny stature. Between the two of you, it was no secret that Alexa Bliss was the hardest to dress for formal WWE events, but at the end of the day, as the stylist to the superstars, you had always found a way to make her shine. With that in mind, she should have been more appreciative about your grueling attempt to make the gown for this particular charity event fit. 

Everyone was going to be there tonight. It was a gala for one of the many charities the WWE sponsored which meant the most notable stars from both NXT and WWE needed to make an appearance. Now, as the head of the clothing and costume department, that meant that you and your team were in charge of making everyone dress like royalty. Particularly for you, that meant fitting and styling the best of the best. 

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“I Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love”

Request: Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and buck live together in his Apartment in Bucharest and you’re really happy but he feels bad one day cause he can’t give you a better live. Then later that day you prepare something romantic and you cuddle together while you reassure him how much you love him and that you wouldn’t want another life. Sooo he feels better and you even share a Little make-out session but it’s mostly cuddling that night and just fluff? :)

Warnings: angst, then fluff, drunk driving situation

Word Count: 1877

A/N: one of four requests! hopefully this is what you wanted! i might have veered a little. i will work on the other ones this week! if you wanna be on my taglist shoot me an ask! please leave feedback. dont drive when youve been drinking. the title comes from “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” originally by Elvis but my favorite version is by Haley Reinhart

Originally posted by v-writings

She moved to Bucharest after she lost everything. She needed a fresh start. Y/N never knew that fresh start would involve falling in love with a kind-hearted ex assassin. James Buchanan Barnes, that beautiful bastard. He was everything Y/N had ever dreamed in a man. He was the man a father would love for his daughter to have. Too bad Bucky didn’t see that.

Her parents were killed in a car accident along with her little brother, he was only ten years old. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed directly into their car. That night she lost everything that ever mattered to her. She sold everything she owned, her bakery included. She backed the few things she had and bought a plane ticket out of the only state and country she had ever known.

Bucharest, Romania, the place she picked to start her new life. She didn’t speak Romanian and she had no idea around the city, but it’s exactly what she needed. She wanted the refreshing feeling of learning new things and meeting new people. No one here would look at her with pity or sympathy. She was just an all-American girl looking for her own happy ending.

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Between Us (Part Two)

Title: “Another Love”

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: On a whim, you announce to an ex-boyfriend that the man beside you is your boyfriend; that man happened to be your best friend who was in a relationship with a woman you already didn’t get along with. With spontaneous announcements comes complicated decision-making, but everything will fall into place when you keep this between yourself, or will it?

A/N: I am an absolute sucker for faking dating series’, I love them so much so I decided to why not start my own one? And I thought Scott McCall deserved a bit of love as well. So enjoy, love it and give me feedback, pretty please <3

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Originally posted by stormbornstargaryen

“Your boyfriend?! Y/n, why would you say that to him?” You refuse to look at Scott who was pacing around his house that held the scent of men and pizza. A permanent blush has been on your face since you left the coffee shop and decided to meet at Scott’s house.

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anonymous asked:

Ah, ok! I'd love to read your version of Frank buying lingerie for his s/o. It's the first time he's done anything like this since buying it for Maria and I can hear his heart breaking but also wanting to move forward. Angsty smutty and soft Frank is my favorite. If you're up to it, I appreciate it! Thank you so much for feeding into the Frank thirst trap ❤️❤️

Anon, here it is!  I didn’t follow it exactly, but I still kept it close so I apologize if it wasn’t what you were looking for :/    This is my first time writing a fic based on a request and my first time posting my writing on tumblr so gahhhh, let’s do this! 


Jesus Christ, his hands felt clammy. He can face a gang of gun-toting drug suppliers with a bloody smile, but the idea of walking into a lingerie store makes him feel like a goddamn teenager about to ask his crush to prom.

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ch. 2

Forbidden Love || Jaebum

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Reader (you) x Jaebum 

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: swearing

note: sorry for the super long delay for this chapter but here it is! i’m literally so busy but I want to update this story for you guys. Happy reading!! -Admin Rose

Rubbing your tired eyes with the insides of your palms, you stared at the blank sheet in front of you. Your eyes were dry from the lack of sleep. You twirled with the straw in empty disposable coffee cup, wishing you didn’t down the crappy coffee. You just wanted a break from all the stress, from all the constant studying you had done for the past few days. The pressure weighed on your shoulders gave you mild headaches throughout the week. You felt drained, tired, and overworked. Yet despite all weary days, there was a moment in time where you felt happy.

He was the reason why you kept smiling everyday. He turned your dark, gloomy days into pure sunshine. He gave you his shoulder to lean on when your days were tough and his ears, to listen to your everyday complaints on your classes. And he was the man who sat in front of you, his face buried inside his book.

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Naive: Part 6

A/N: In which Y/N helps Pepper loosen up and Bucky is ever the good guy.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: More cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. You’ll also probably gag at end, just sayin’

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

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Stumbling Across Velaris

For @arabella719 Thank you for the kind words, I loved writing this!

Based on prompt request “Hi, i was hoping you could do some Elriel stuff (possibly fic if u feel like it), maybe a modern au ( or canon Velaris)  where they go on a date in the city, and nothing goes according to plan, but they have tons of fun none the less, and like the spontaneity. then one comforts the other saying they had a great time despite all the twists and turns, and it sure was memorable.

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To say that Azriel was nervous was a gross understatement. In his five centuries of existence he had never taken a girl on a date. Rhys laughed himself hoarse when Azriel had confessed he had no idea what to plan or even expect. Oh and plan he did. He was fairly certain implementing strategies of battle was far easier than planning a day full of orchestrated events around Velaris.

Their day was to start with brunch at a favorite bistro of Rhys’s. Followed by a private tour of the botanical gardens. He had no idea that such gardens existed. He then booked dinner at a known high scale restaurant followed with tickets to one of Cassian’s favorite musicals.  

When he told Nuala what the plans of the day were, it was the first time he feared for his life. She mumbled many obscenities under her breath, he was sure he caught clueless male and this is worse than Rhys requesting that Feyre looking like a regal whore.

After his encounter with Nuala he almost cancelled, but this was Elain. He barely slept the entire night thinking this was his one chance and after years of maintaining spy networks he was not going to fail pulling off a single date.  

The next morning he was dressed in his typical black. He was almost ready to pick up Elain, at least he thought he was before Nuala turned his ass around instructing him to wear any color other than black. He almost panicked, that was the only color he owned, and for the same reason as Rhys he wore black to conceal the shadows. His jaw dropped as Nuala dressed him in a charcoal tunic, perfectly cut to his frame.

Azriel knew that had not been in his closet this morning. He was more surprised when he noticed that the charcoal brought out not only the cobalt in his siphons but his hazel eyes became his defining facial feature. Whoever was Nuala’s designer, they were good (years later Feyre would let it slip that Rhys was Nuala’s secret designer).

Finally he was ready to pick up Elain. His palms were sweating as he knocked on the door of the town house. He knew Elain was beautiful but today she was stunning. The jewel-toned cobalt dress brought out the warmth of her brown eyes. Nuala had done her job well, they looked like a perfectly matched pair.

After the normal pleasantries their date had started.  He led them through the city only to learn that the bistro was closed for remodeling. Actually the whole row of restaurants and shops in this row were closed for remodeling. Azriel cursed under his breath as Elain giggled at the situation. “It’s fine, let’s walk until we find someplace else to eat.”

They walked and chatted until they found a little bistro. In his nervousness he missed all the signs that the bistro was not for them. Their blends were not of the coffee sort, more of the blood sort. Luckily the barista already knew that high fae and Illyrians typically did not drink blood and pointed them across the street. Two simple lattes and blueberry muffins later they were on their way to the private tour of the gardens.

Azriel should have known that the next part of the date was also going to be a failure when the curator was waiting outside for them. Something about a sudden infestation of spider mites that they needed to quarantine, the gardens were closed until further notice. He had no idea what a spider mite was, but he knew what a mite was and he like all Illyrians hated spiders. Elain laughed herself hoarse when she learned that it was not just Rhys that feared the eight legged horrors the cauldron created. As they walked towards the city palaces, Azriel was surprised by the mischievous grin on Elain’s face.

Before he could stop himself, “what are you planning?”

“Oh, just how exactly I am going to blackmail Cassian.”

“What exactly are you going to blackmail him with?”

“Could you imagine what havoc that will be wreaked when Nesta learns of Cassian’s fear of spiders?”

They laughed and talked as they strolled through the palaces waiting for the dinner reservation. Oh yes the dinner reservation he had gotten wrong. He thought their reservation was at 5:30, no it was a 7:30, the same time as the musical.

Elain laughed it off and said that they could go to Eliza’s their typical restaurant, Eliza would always make room for them and she did. Fully stuffed full of wine and food, they ventured to the theater.

Azriel loosened a breath as they took their seats. Finally, finally the cauldron blessed him with something that went right. So he thought, Mother’s tits he was going to kill Cassian. He was sure he told him it was a date, a date with Elain. Human born and conservative Elain. He quickly sent a shadow to Rhys, he signed in relief as his brother responded opening that bridge between them Cassian suggested Cabaret, can you fake a work emergency? His brother merely laughed and wished him the best of luck.

After the play they quietly walked back to the town house. As they reached the door, Elain turned to him “Thank you for a lovely day.”

Azriel knew she was being polite, this date had been a disaster. 

- - - - - - -

Years later cuddling in front of their fireplace they would laugh at the memories of that very first date. Even though nothing went the way Azriel had planned, it still held a special place in her heart because it was the first day that she knew she would heal. That night as they walked home he missed that she had taken off the iron ring she had worn and opened her heart to him.

54.”Please don’t shut me out” + Bellarke

Bellamy tries to help Clarke after her dad passes away/ Modern AU Bellarke

“Please don’t shut me out, okay?” she hears his voice from the other side of the closed door. Her breath hitches when she realizes he’s worried, way too worried for her. He shouldn’t be, it’s not really worth it.

“Just go away, Bellamy” she tries to steady her voice ”I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.”

“It’s been two weeks” she hears him slide down on the floor and she tries to imagine what he looks like.

Was he wearing that same blue plaid shirt that was a bit too big for him but he loved and wore around the house and the garden just because it was his dad’s?

Or was he in his coffee shop uniform-that dark t-shirt with the black jeans and the red line around the collar and the sleeves that couldn’t suit a guy like Bellamy just because they were too dark.

And it’s not like the man didn’t have darkness in his life, it’s not like he was supporting his addicted to the alcohol mother and raising his sister but still…he looked better in any other color but that one.

”And I know that I just…I can’t imagine how hard it is for you” that’s a lie, he could.

He has lost his father too. Might not be at a conscious age, but Bellamy knows pain. Still, he would prefer to undermine his own for her sake

”But please,” he repeats ”Please, just let me in” she remains silent on her end, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her tears go before angrily brushing them away and looking up at her messed up room.

It was dark all around her, even though it was summer outside and the sun could be gently warming every corner of her room. She hated it, though, she was never a day person. She preferred the night.

That’s how she met Bellamy after all. It was a bit after she moved in with her parents here. The neighborhood wasn’t perfect but was still pretty decent for the small town of Arkadia and Bellamy’s family house was just on their right.

She had gotten herself up on the roof, just cause it gave her a better view and just enough space so she could breathe only to find out that the guy living next door-he obviously liked his rooftop very much too. They didn’t talk that night, just smiled from the opposite ends until she took out her notebook and began drawing.

That continued for about a week until one day when their parents were about to drive her to school he came out of his house and was casually swept up in a conversation by her dad. They got introduced and later that evening they both sat on her rooftop after he came home pretty late, much to her surprise until she found out later he was working three jobs and keeping his family together.

“Clarke?” he asks weakly again ”If you don’t want to let me in, just…open the door and let me take you out, okay?”

“I can’t face the world” the sentence escaped her lips before she could stop herself and she could only hope he didn’t hear that ”Not yet.”

“Okay, then please just open the door” he asked for the hundredth time and she sighed defeated.

He’s been coming here every day since the funeral, waiting outside her door. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk, just stay here and let her share a comfortable silence with him. Other times, he would talk about his day at work or Octavia and her new addiction to boxing training or about Raven’s new radio invention or Monty’s moonshine. And some days he would stay outside and let his heart break with hers as he listened to her rage inside and destroy her room in panic and anger. Her dad was gone and he couldn’t do anything for that but he still stayed and she owed it to him to open that door.

When she did, he was obviously way too surprised that she’s done it because it took him a second to jump off the floor and face her. She was right-he was in his blue plaid shirt with a white t-shirt hanging loosely underneath and his old ragged jeans on. He moved his glasses up his nose and she saw just how bloodshot and tired his eyes were-probably as much as hers.

Once again she hated herself for doing this to him.

“Bellamy-” she begins, her voice barely a whisper, belonging to a ghost of the girl she used to be.

“We don’t have to talk”  he reassures as he raises his hands in defence ”We don’t have to do anything, I’m not here to torture you” he states and she gives him a weak smile as she moves away from the door and lets him inside.

If he’s surprised by the way he finds her room to be, he doesn’t show it. Instead he closes the door behind and watches her head back to bed where she’s been spending most of the last two weeks. She hasn’t eaten much really and the soup her mom left for her last night was untouched. Abby would come and put the plate for her either on the floor outside or if the door was opened,  on her desk but eating was the last thing on her mind and he could see she’s lost weight. Way too much for his liking.

“Go ahead” her voice is colder than she would like it to be. But then again things lately aren’t the way she wanted them at all so ”Judge me” she has noticed his eyes tracing the things thrown all over the room, there was some broken glass from the lamp she pushed yesterday, near the window, clothes all over the place, her advanced biology books and unfinished assignments tossed away in the corner. She only started the classes last month but she was ready to give it up.

Maybe being a doctor wasn’t for her after all.

“Never” his voice makes her breath hitch and she looks at him.

He seems like he’s pissed about something, but he certainly manages to swallow it down and get over it before he strolls over to her bed and carefully lays down next to her.

The scent of vanilla ice latte, wood and grease-all a trace from his three workplaces, the coffee shop, the construction site and the mechanic shop where he worked with Raven, hit her when he laid down.

For a moment she could almost imagine herself a few weeks ago when they were taking a walk in the park after lunch and she was complaining about the trivial things like having too many assignments or her feet hurting because of the heels.

“I miss him” she says after a while. She has no idea how long he’s been laying there his arms crossed behind his head, staring at the same ceiling as her-painted like a starry night with the help of her dad after they moved in.

“That’s fine” he states carefully and then she turns to look in his eyes.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling that way” she admits and she knows the tears are threatening to fall.

“Clarke” he takes her hand in his and rubs a few gentle circles with his thumb ”Of course you’ll always miss your father” she squeezes her eyes and wants to blink the tears away but instead they just roll down her cheek and she buries half her face in the pillow ”Hey, hey, no!” his hand moves to her cheek ”Don’t hide away from me.” he moves her head to the left so he could look at her ”Don’t hide your pain away. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.“

“I’m not ashamed, I’m scared” she mumbles quietly and for the first time in the past two weeks she’s having an honest conversation with someone about this.

“What of?” she takes her time before looking up to see his deep brown eyes that always comforted her.

“Everything” she admits and draws a shaky breath in before staring down at their intertwined hands ”That the pain will never go away. That I’ll be fucked up like this for the rest of my life” she tries to take a deeper breath now but it’s somewhat harder for her and she feels his hand tighten around hers ”That-that I-I won’t-”

“Hey, hey, stop it” this time she feels his body move closer and his hand coming around her waist pulling her closer to him. ”Come here, take deep breaths” he orders when he feels her panic.

He could easily recognize panic attacks, Octavia used to have them often as a kid and you could say he was experienced in it. She digs her head in his chest and he moves his hands up her back in a soothing manner until her breathing goes back to normal and her tears start wetting his shirt. Her hand fists his t-shirt and he hugs her closer.

”I know it’s hell, Clarke” he whispers in her ear” And it will be hell for a while before it’s better, but-” he takes a deep breath himself as she shudders once more ”You will go through it, I promise” her sobs quiet for just a second and he knows she’s listening to him. He buries his hands in her hair and places a soft his on the top of her head.

”Just let me help, okay?” he feels her nod against his chest and lets himself relax for a minute.

It was a start.

Hey guys, what do you think? Should I continue this one? Please, let me know if you like it :D

Remember the Saints » Dong Sicheng


summary: you think back to times with your best friend, and how they shaped him into being the love of your life.
words: 2579
category: racecar driver!sicheng, fluff
a/n: i have no idea abt racing at all but i looked up a crap ton of stuff so pls don’t come at me if i got anything wrong. just kindly correct me and i’ll edit as soon as i can. thx. also this came out a lot messier than i intended so ignore that pls.

Originally posted by stannctchinaline


Streamwood, Illinois was quite possibly the most boring place on the map. At least in your opinion, that is. Everything was boring, a quaint suburbia filled with people who didn’t move, like hands on a broken clock.

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BadBoy/Artist/ College!Wonho au

I put it all in one lol
moodboard for this au
request for au’s here

  • Wonho majors in studio art
  • he minors in classic literature & greek mythology because he actually thinks Gods are super cool??
  • doesn’t care much about sports but attends his friend’s games on occasion
  • was basically labelled the school’s bad boy because he shows up to class without doing anything other than having a cold exterior making other students not want to approach him
  • gets straight A’s without trying very hard plus being an amazing artist is a bonus
  • he always has rumors spreading about him sleeping with someone at some party he didn’t even attend so he just ignores the rumors
  • doesn’t really care how people see him as he finds expressing himself through his art easier than talking to people
  • prefers drawing huge murals rather than basic portraits
  • owns a motorcycle but he barely uses it because he lives on campus
  • girls and guys are always checking him out and slipping their numbers to him but Wonho will literally crumple up the piece of paper and throw it at your feet
  • he’s just not interested in dating or hook-ups and people made up rumors that he has a significant other off campus,,,,, he doesn’t but he never denies this rumor
  • he’s completely different from his group of friends who consist of a dance major, a robotics club president, and a model
  • unlike his friends Wonho is quiet, reserved, and only ever wears grey, black, or white and has tattoos, piercings, and dyes his hair regularly (except now he’s left it on platinum blond) ,,,,,, 
  • Wonho has a total of three tattoos,,,,two on the sleeve of his right arm and one above his left collarbone,,, he actually designed those himself
  • you’ve actually seen them and they were very well done with what looked like deep meanings
  • he also has both ears filled with piercings that he would change almost everyday because he couldn’t decide which earring he liked more lol
  • his friends don’t really care about his “bad boy” image because they know the real Wonho 
  • and the real Wonho is just a squishy muscular guy who once cried after getting eight piercings done in one day,,,,,,, it was worth it though
  • Wonho is the type of students to do all assignments one week earlier than needed and the professors love that
  • he does that because he likes to be organized and efficient unlike his dorm mate Hyungwon who does everything last minute ?? so Wonho scolds him lmao 
  • he’s always on time and always says good morning to his professors
  • is actually a fluffball once you get to know him but his outer appearance keeps people away
  • he doesn’t mind though since he’s pretty shy to begin with so
  • you attended the same college and had met Wonho through your mutual job at tattoo shop near campus
  • you needed this job to pay off books and other supplies and also meet your monthly rent
  • you were in charge of booking appointments and basically worked at the front desk
  • the establishment was super professional for a place that inked and pierced people
  • even though inside it was decorated in dark art with rock music played in the background 24/7
  • Wonho was relatively new and all he did was come in for a couple of hours a day and draw sketches for people prior to actual appointments for their tattoos
  • his art was really good which landed him the job easily since the tattoo artists were always busy, being that the shop was right next to the school and a crowd of students came in almost everyday
  • so they needed the extra help and asked you to put up fliers by the art department for people who were interested in doing basic rough sketches and consults
  • Wonho had called immediately and you set him up for an interview
  • he landed the job the next day
  • you didn’t know Wonho that much, only his “reputation” that you could care less about
  • he left a good impression with the tattoo artists and for the most part he seemed reliable enough
  • you had to show Wonho the ropes and he was quiet throughout your mini tour and tutorials on how to go through the schedule book, phone calls, and computer systems
  • the front part of the shop had the front desk with two computers, one for you and one for Wonho to print his sketches in, a small waiting area, and a vending machine
  • the back part, where the tattooing and piercing took place, was secluded off for client privacy 
  • so it was only you and Wonho everyday
  • the tattoo artists would only come out every so often to call the next client to the back
  • despite being an artist and liking tattoos, Wonho has no aspirations to be a tattoo artist
  • again, murals are more his thing
  • even though everyone thought it was pretty typical for him to work at a tattoo shop which gave more to his bad boy rep.
  • Wonho had only been working there for a week or two and he still had yet to mutter something more than “good afternoon” “how are you” “have a good night" 
  • he didn’t really need help with anything, he was a fast learner which made your job easier and you could just focus on your own work
  • every so often you would peer over at Wonho’s work on the sly
  • he did so much more than basic sketches
  • he filled in small details and even added colors that the clients had suggested or asked for
  • he was a very detailed artist and his concentration was amazing
  • he could work on a piece for the entire day and still have the energy to do another one
  • since Wonho was so quiet, you never once thought it came off as rude as everyone would like to put it
  • you realized he might be shy or more reserved than others and you didn’t mind the silence that came with working alongside him
  • you caught yourself staring at Wonho numerous times
  • he always wore dark black or blue and the colors always suited him well even his dyed blond hair fit him perfectly
  • there was no denying that Wonho was attractive as hell and this made you wonder if the rumors were real
  • I mean, you can’t go looking that good and not be getting any
  • you quickly erased those memories from your mind, deciding it was best not to judge
  • especially considering that Wonho actually didn’t seem like the type to sleep around, despite what his outer appearance might say
  • Wonho was actually super nice, he buys you sodas from the vending machine everyday, and never flirts or makes you feel uncomfortable
  • he will literally just slide a can of your fav soda (how he found out was a mystery to you) towards you and then resume back to his work, only muttering a “it’s nothing” when you thank him
  • he’s super sweet and cute lol
  • he’s just a regular guy who loves art and is just trying to do a good job
  • one day after typing in a scheduled appointment, you turned to Wonho
  • his computer was off, but he was coloring in one of his new sketches
  • you almost laughed at his concentrated appearance
  • his tongue was pocking out at the corner of his mouth, his hair was pressed against his forehead and his eyebrows were furrowed
  • the leather jacket he wore was draped over his chair revealing his black t shirt that clung to his upper body in all the right places
  • "um… Wonho?”
  • the boy stops at the sound of your voice, dropping his pencil and looking over at you with raised eyebrows
  • “I just got a call from Jihyo, your 4'o clock appointment for tomorrow. She rescheduled to twenty minutes from now.”
  • Wonho only nods, muttering a thanks before going back to his sketch
  • you watch him for a couple more minutes because his love for art is quite fascinating and you always wonder how anyone can think of him as a bad boy because let’s be real, he is a dedicated artist/student just trying to make it through college like everyone else
  • and you can obviously relate although you’re not quite one with your studies like Wonho is, you still have a dedication and focus for school and your work at the shop
  • Jihyo comes at the time she said she would and you know her from your classic literature class so you start talking to her while Wonho gathers the things he will need and you notice Jihyo’s not-so-subtle glances she throws at Wonho while you’re speaking
  • suddenly she asks you a question that’s even too personal for you to even think about
  • “so….. is Wonho dating?”
  • and you’re like,,,, lol what?
  • and she says something about you being with him everyday and besides the fact they you are apparently “lucky” you must know if he is seeing someone
  • and you’re just like ??? idk?? we’re just co-workers?? he buys me soda sometimes ??
  • but you’re convo is interrupted by Wonho and Jihyo and him go to sit at the waiting area where Wonho has consults with customers
  • and you’re like trying to do your work and answer incoming calls but Jihyo is giggling really loudly ,,,, so you just peer over
  • and the sight is so weird because,,,, Wonho is smiling??
  • like a big and bright smile that can light up the darkest corners of the world and you’re heart skipped a beat?? because Wonho actually has the nicest smile that you haven’t actually seen before and wow he should smile more often
  • then a phone call distracts you and you answer quickly, trying to forget Wonho’s really pretty smile while answering the customer on the phone’s questions
  • but you can’t help but glance over every so often and every single time it’s like Jihyo’s cheeks turn redder and Wonho’s smile turns bigger and for some reason that just doesn’t settle well with you so you kind of panic and grab all your things and Wonho looks over like ??? our shift doesn’t end until two hours from now ???
  • and you’re like “oh,, yeah I’m just not feeling too great,,, I’m just going to grab some uh- medicine!”
  • and then you’re scurrying away and leaving without noticing your boss’s and Wonho watches you go with worried eyes because how did you get sick all of a sudden?? not that Wonho has been staring at you all day or anything *cough* *cough* but like, you seemed fine up until now?
  • through the rest of Jihyo’s consult, Wonho barely muttered a word or a smile, he was genuinely worried for you and that surprised him but he put it off as him just worrying about his co-worker
  • and you actually don’t plan to come back and go straight back to your dorm where you just lie in bed,,,,,,,,,,, thinking about Wonho
  • you didn’t think you could like him, you had an admiration for his hard work but liking him?? more than a co-worker or a friend??
  • this fast too? like it’s too much but then you start to realizes why you’ve been staring, why you want him to say more than one word to you,,,,,,,, you like Wonho
  • so the next day you walk into your job and quietly sit down next to Wonho, trying to avoid eye contact
  • and to your surprise there’s a brown bag on your desk with the name of the restaurant it’s from printed on the front
  • you peer into the bag and it’s a bowl of soup wrapped up nicely
  • you raise an eyebrow and look at Wonho’s smile towards you that makes your heart flutter
  • and you’re like “did you get this for me?”
  • Wonho shyly nods “my friend said this soup always makes him feel better when he’s sick. I though it might help you too.”
  • and you’re like woahhh, my heart is about to jump out of my chest
  • but you just thank Wonho for the very kind gesture and tell him he shouldn’t have
  • but Wonho waves you off as if it’s nothing
  • but this is the sweetest thing anyone has done for you, at least someone who is close to being a stranger
  • Wonho just goes back to his art and you’re just sitting there, distracted by the soup and Wonho’s close proximity
  • you go into your work, doing your daily duties and ignoring how every couple of minutes, Wonho is looking over at you
  • sometime he would ask how you were feeling and you always answered with “better than yesterday, thanks”
  • but you can’t shake the fact that Wonho seemed to be really staring and every time you catch him he just blushes and looks away
  • so it’s midnight on a Friday night and you’re usually closing by yourself on weekends
  • but Wonho insisted on staying with you because you’re “sick” but he lowkey is just trying to find an excuse to be with you longer
  • so as your gathering your things and Wonho is waiting for you by the door he musters up the courage to say something to you
  • like anything
  • because you guys have been dead silent for the last thirty minutes and it’s starting to turn awkward
  • and Wonho thinks it’s partially his fault because he hasn’t known what to say to you because honestly,,,,,,, the first time he heard your voice on the phone when he called for the job he hadn’t expected to hear someone with such a soothing/cute/and endearing voice?? and then he actually met you and he’s just been speechless ever since because wow,,,,, they are so pretty?? the contrast between their bright smile/clothes and the dark tattoo shop really draws him in?? plus your smart and super organized which he loVES
  • so you finally lock up and you turn to Wonho with that pretty smile of yours
  • and you just kind of stand facing each other at the front of the shop and no one says anything
  • “thanks for stay-”
  • “will you go on a date with me-”
  • you and Wonho spoke at the same time and immediately started blushing bc wow Wonho that was embarrassing to just spit out and you’re like ?? did Wonho just ask me out or??
  • and you’re like “can you repeat that?”
  • and Wonho smiles shyly again, his cheeks starting to redden and he looks at the ground and kick a close rock with his foot like a child and is like “I’d like to get to know you better…. outside of work…. you’re really pretty and smart and organized and nice and I like you…. a lot”
  • and you’re like !!! i’m not sick I faked it !!
  • and Wonho is like what??
  • and then you explain that you may or may not have been jealous seeing him and Jihyo the day prior being all giggly and close
  • and Wonho is like “i KNEW YOU WEREN’T SICK!!”
  • and you’re like hehe so embarrassing….. I like you too Wonho….. I’d love to go on a date,,, how about now??
  • so Wonho takes you to his favorite desert place and orders you this huge chocolate cake this has strawberry slices decorated on it and you both just grab a fork and dig in
  • and the more you get to know Wonho the more you start to like him because he is soooo interesting and he can talk about Greek Gods for a full hour and you just can’t find it in you to stop him because his little lisp is cute to listen to, what he’s saying is actually interesting, and you’ve never heard Wonho say more than one sentence at a time so this was just pure bliss for you
  • and when Wonho’s done with his rant he just gets red and is like “why didn’t you shut me up? that was so embarrassing… sorry.”
  • “Wonho that wasn’t embarrassing at all! I could hear you talk all day and never get tired of it.”
  • Wonho does that cute laugh with his bright smile and his nose scruches while he says “Really?”
  • and you’re like of course!!
  • so then Wonho takes you back to your dorm while you do the talking this time
  • and Wonho already feels himself falling for you
  • you have so much charm and you’re humor matches with him and that’s just a huuuuuge bonus
  • your first date comes to an end when you make it in front of your dorm and you thank Wonho but before he could turn and leave you grip onto his leather jacket and pull him back and give him the sweetest kiss on the cheek
  • Wonho: “hehe, goodnight Y/N”
  • then he dashes away casually and you go into your dorm feeling high on life and on Wonho’s scent that you inhaled when you kissed him
  • and Wonho rushes back to his dorm and wakes up Hyungwon by slamming the door and just yells “THEY KISSED ME!!’
  • Hyungwon looks over his shoulder kind of angrily, “Who? and why are you so late. I ordered pizza hours ago…”
  • “Y/N”““
  • Hyungwon is fully sitting up now and is suddenly wide awake “Y/N Y/L/N the person you haven’t shut up about?? How? When? Why?”
  • Wonho and Hyungwown stay up all night with Wonho recounting his “manly man” version of asking you out and everything you did and Hyungwon is like <333 :))))))) 
  • the next day at work you and Wonho just smile shyly while doing your work
  • and you just got done walking a customer to the back where the tattoo artists were waiting
  • and when you come back there’s a drawing taped to your computer screen
  • and you smile over at Wonho because it’s obviously from him but he’s acting busy on his computer
  • so you sit down and grab the paper and wow,,,,,,,,, it just looks like a picture of you,,,,,,,,,,,, the portrait is so good and he didn’t use basic colors he used bright and florescent colors that he blinded in really pretty hues and your hair had different flowers like sunflowers, dandelions, and other pretty ones and he portrayed your smile so well
  • the you looked at the bottom and scribbled neatly is Wonho’s writing “Will you be mine?”
  • you look over at Wonho who is smiling so big and his cheeks are flushed and you return the smile and nod
  • so for the rest of the day you and Wonho secretly hold hands under your desks 
  • and you’re both so happy and that night you went on another date and Wonho kissed your cheek this time….. numerous times tbh he’s so cute
  • now that you’re dating Wonho walks you to all your classes and you walk around campus hand in hand
  • and everyone is just like ?? Wonho actually has a s/o?? and they are so bright and they wear pastel compared to Wonho’s dark clothes
  • and on the outside you and Wonho look the complete opposite but your personalities actually match so well and you’re always finishing each other’s sentences as cheesy at it sounds
  • Wonho is your number one supporter like you have a test coming up? Wonho stays up and studies with you. you’re having a bad day at work? Wonho makes sure you eat and holds your hand under the desk when he feels you getting worked up. 
  • and you support him just as much
  • Wonho applied to be apart of an art exhibit not far from the school and you threw him a party lmao,,, it was just you two wearing silly hats but you were so proud because he got top ten 
  • and then they announce who will be apart of the exhibit and Wonho gets the slot!! and you throw him an even bigger party and that night Wonho thanked you….. in very… mature… ways… for the first time
  • that night was amazing and Wonho always made sure that he was careful and that you were okay
  • you attend the art exhibit together with Wonho’s friends and Wonho is wearing a suit and although you make fun of him a little bit,,,, he looks hot asf and you couldn’t wait until you were both alone ;)
  • Wonho’s piece wasn’t going to be revealed until close to the end of the show but Wonho gave you and his friends a tour and you could tell Wonho was so excited about sharing his passion with his s/o and his friends and his knowledge on art blew your mind once again
  • finally the time came to reveal Wonho’s piece and he makes a speech that’s mostly just him thanking the owner of the exhibit for choosing him
  • and they finally move the curtain
  • and everyone is gasping at the beautiful and huge mural that’s staring at them with a bright smile
  • and you realize that this was bigger paitning of the drawing Wonho gave you the day he asked you be his
  • and you’re tearing up while searching for Wonho and he’s by your side immediately
  • and you’re just like “I love-
  • “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
  • you giggle because you spoke at the same time again and Wonho’s friends are cheering and everyone around is clapping and you and Wonho share a big kiss and if Wonho’s wasn’t already getting lucky that night,,, well…..
  • the next week Wonho quit his job at the shop and although you were sad about it,,, you were also super duper happy for him because he got a job at the art exhibit where his piece was shown
  • the director really liked his piece and offered him a position of being a host throughout the week
  • Wonho accepted almost instantly
  • you visited him and always paid for a private tour and every single time Wonho is tricked and he sees you and he’s like “omg so embarrassing my s/o really paid to be with me for the next hour hehe omg :))))))”
  • Wonho flirts with you the entire tour and did cheesy things like compare you to the art or sculptures and you were like lol Wonho look
  • and he looks
  • but there’s nothing there and he’s confused
  • and he turns back around only to see you standing super close and you just start kissing your boyfriend then and there because Wonho is too adorable for words and deserves all the love and attention you can give him and moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I Like You a Latte

Commission for @strawberrysweetlove35! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for commissioning me!

pairing: jerza, with little bits of gajevy

prompt: coffee shop au with pickup lines

rating: k

word count: 1366

characters: jellal, erza, gajeel, levy

Every morning was the same. Jellal would hand the caffeinated to the groggy, grouchy customer and go back to making the coffee for the next one. It was mundane and dull, but Jellal somewhat liked it that way. He enjoyed busy work and keeping to himself. He never liked being out in the open or the center of attention.

This morning, however, was different. And that was because she came in.

Ignoring everything other than the strawberry cake in the display, she intently stared at the decadent dessert that was made early that morning. Jellal was instantly struck by Cupid’s arrow as her mouth upturned into a beautiful smile. Her red hair flowed in long layers down her back, and it was the color of those strawberries she was drooling over.

Despite being quiet, he knew he had to approach her. This may be his only chance to talk to the woman he had just fallen in like with.

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Time: Chapter 2

Summary: Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions and hordes of death robots occur and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, blood/injuries

Word Count: ~2,214

A/N: Sorry, I’m afraid this series might start out a little slow in the romance department, but I want to set things up right.

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Two Years Later. Washington DC

One week after May’s funeral, you’d begun making arrangements to move out of the country. You planned on returning eventually, but you needed to get out of the U.S. for a while. For nearly two years you’d been getting all of your affairs in order, including petitioning for Romanian citizenship. You had close family in Romania, but after the attack on New York security had been heightened so it had taken longer than you had expected for it to be approved.

It wasn’t all bad, though. It gave you plenty of time to train Dean for taking over the cafe. He was a bright kid, and the loss of May didn’t break him like losing a soulmate did some. Sure, he’d mourned. He still mourned and probably always would. But instead of despairing, he used his pain as a force for good in the cafe, his passion for the place he felt closest to May showing in the way he worked hard every day, bringing a smile to all of the customers’ faces. He wore a ribbon on his wrist where is soul brand used to be; It was the same color of her skin- a lovely milk chocolate. It stuck out against his pale skin and he got asked about it a lot. “Just to remind me of my soul mate,” was all he would say in response while smiling. Dean was a brilliant young man and probably the only person you’d ever consider handing over your family’s property to, even temporarily as it was.

You sighed, thoughts returning to the present, and glanced up at the hazy D.C. sky as you walked. It was the first day of your three days in D.C., a trip focused on finalizing your citizenship with the U.S.-Romanian embassy. However, that didn’t stop you from sightseeing. Working at a coffee shop as you did meant that your sleep schedule was abnormal. You were up before the sun had even risen, hotel room pitch black, sans a few lights blinking in the gloom. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you crawled out of bed. You brushed your teeth quickly and put on some comfortable clothes before you wrangled your hair into something presentable and grabbed your jacket, phone, and room keycard. Slipping on your shoes, you ran through a mental checklist to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything. Satisfied, you slipped out of your door. You rode the nicely kept elevator down to the lobby. A tired-looking attendant wished you a nice day before she returned to staring at her computer’s screen. You nodded your head, mumbled a “good day” back, and stepped out of the lobby.

The air was a little chilly; Spring had only just recently started, so the days were still cold in the morning. You hugged your jacket tighter to yourself and pulled out your phone, opening google maps and punching in the Lincoln Memorial. It popped up with a route a second later. Like your hotel had advertised, you were pretty close to it and the other monuments surrounding the Tidal Basin. You hoped that the ungodly hour would mean fewer tourists. You set off in the direction your GPS told you, watching the world wake up as you walked.

By the time you reached the parks, the sun was just coming up. As you’d hoped, it was early enough that there were very few tourists around. A handful of them milled around here and there and a few locals were about, jogging or hurriedly crossing the park on the way to their jobs.

You were walking along the Reflecting Pool, meditating on the Washington Monument, when you heard someone running behind you. You scooted a little closer to the pool, making more room for them.

“On your left,” the person said. You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest as your head whipped around to look at the source of the voice.

“Stevie?” you said incredulously. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. Sure enough, it was none other than Steve Rogers.

Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. He came to a sudden stop just a step ahead of you and turned around to look at you curiously. He looked you up and down in confusion while you balked. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to meet him. Weren’t the Avengers in New York?

“Sorry, do I know you?” he asked, eyes searching your face.

You grimaced. “No, sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else,” you said, turning away from him. You set a brisk pace as you made your way back towards your hotel.

You hadn’t made it very far before a hand grasped your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him. He looked down at his hand as though he was as confused by it as you were. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me…” he said, trailing off, eyes searching your face with even more scrutiny than before. It felt like you were being x-rayed by those piercing blue eyes. He released your arm, hand dropping to his side.

“It’s alright,” you said, giving him a tight smile before you turned away to keep walking. It hurt so badly. A part deep down inside of you told you to turn around and throw yourself at him and never let go. You squashed that voice the best you could, staring determinedly forward. You were so focused on your thoughts you didn’t notice him jog up beside you.

“Why did you call me Stevie?” he asked, startling you out of your reverie. You froze, looking over at him.

“Excuse me?” you asked him dumbly.

He smiled apologetically. “Sorry I keep bothering you. It’s just- I was wondering. Why did you call me Stevie? No one calls me that anymore,” he said, subtly shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. It wasn’t you that noticed the nervous habit, but your previous life. Steve always had been bad at talking to girls.

Your swore internally. Would he believe a lie you told him? Would he believe the truth? You plastered a falsely apologetic smile on your face as you answered. “Sorry, dude. Like I said, I mistook you for someone else,” you said, once more turning away from him, and walked away. Why did it get harder each time?

A pause, then, “You’re lying.”

Your blood froze in your veins. His tone was accusatory; matter-of-fact. You stood, still as a statue, as he walked up to you again.

“You recognized my voice. It surprised you. You recognized me before you even saw my face. Then you called me ‘Stevie,’ which I haven’t been called since before I went into the ice. And even then, only two people called me that,” he said, giving you a hard look.

Ah, shit. I’m fucked, you thought to yourself. You tried to come up with another reason for your reaction. You opened your mouth to explain it away when he cut you off.

“Don’t try to lie to me again. I know some good liars and I’ve gotten pretty good at reading them. You’re not a good liar,” he said, smirking slightly at your dumbfounded expression.

“I would… prefer not to…” do this, you finished in your head.

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“… Not to lie? Good, we’re on the same page, then,” he said, smiling broadly. He had taken your meaning wrong on purpose. You rolled your eyes and cocked your hip. Your posture exuded sass that said you were unimpressed by his antics.

It was a mistake.

Recognition flickered across his face.

“Rosie?” he whispered, stunned.

You felt the blood drain from your face, posture going from bold to petrified in an instant.

“You are- were- Rose, right?” he asked, breathless.

“I have to go,” you said. Your voice sounded so far away; It was odd. You turned on your heel and practically ran away from Steve.

“Rosie, wait!” he yelled, running after you.

“That’s not my name!” you growled, moving faster.

“But it was! Please, wait!” he pleaded, reaching for your hand. You snatched it away from his hand, glaring at him.

“You’re mistaken,” you said, venom lacing your words.

“I thought we agreed not to lie,” he said, eyes pleading with you. You ignored his guilt-inducing looks, focusing on the path in front of you as you walked. By now, the park was getting busier. He had to dodge people as he walked so that he could keep up with you.

You ignored him, plowing through tourists, trying to get to the street as fast as you could. People around you were starting to take notice of Steve. He was famous, after all. He was one of the legendary Avengers and, even before that, a World War Two hero. Before long, so many people had him surrounded that he had no choice but to stop, losing sight of you in the crowd. Polite to a fault sometimes, your Stevie. It was one of the things you had loved about him.

Finally, you made it to the street. You flagged down a taxi, a lifetime in New York making it easy. You opened the rear passenger-side door and were about to close it when a hand grabbed the top of it, holding it open.


You looked at him, heart breaking at the hopeful look on his face. “I’m not her, Stevie,” you said sadly.

“But you were,” he said resolutely. “And I’d like to get to know you, if you’d let me,” he said earnestly, causing your heart to ache.

You sighed, glancing at the taxi driver who looked at you impatiently. The meter was already running.

“You’ll regret this,” you said, staring at him sadly.

“Never,” he said, beaming down at you. You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips when you looked at him. You rattled off the numbers to your phone number, and he jotted them down in a tiny notebook he was carrying in his back pocket. You smiled at that. Some things never changed.

“My name is (Y/N),” you said. Without waiting for a response, you slammed the door to the cab. Steve looked up from his notebook, startled, as the cab swerved expertly into the DC traffic. You were out of sight in moments, so you didn’t see the way he smiled after you, watching as the yellow taxi disappeared into the DC streets, or how he flipped to an earlier page of his notebook. You didn’t see the two tiny intricate drawings of two women in its pages, one titled Peggy and the other titled Rosie.

When your phone rang the next day, you didn’t recognize the number. Thinking it was the embassy, you picked it up quickly.

“Hello? This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said professionally.

“(Y/N), thank God you gave me the right number,” said the voice on the other line.

“Steve?” you asked, confused.

“I don’t have a lot of time. Listen, you need to get out of DC as soon as possible. Get somewhere safe. I’m not quite sure what it is yet, but something bad’s happening. DC isn’t safe right now,” he said quickly.

You almost never heard Steve sounding this shaken. It worried you. “I can’t go yet, Steve. I have important business here,” you said. It had taken you two years to get this far. Going back now would undo months of work.

“You don’t understand, there’s-” his voice cut off.

“Steve?” you asked, unsure. You looked at your phone. The call had ended. You tried calling back but received a recording telling you there was an error. A few more tries yielded the same result. You groaned, throwing your phone onto your bed. Barely a day back into your life and Steve was already causing you trouble. This was one of the reasons why you didn’t want to get close to him. You put each other in danger. You’d read enough comic books to know what happened to the important people in a superhero’s life, and being important to a superhero just gave them one more weakness. You thought about whether you should leave or not. It would probably be a good idea to listen to him, but you needed to stay put. Without knowing the details, you might walk directly into the danger you were trying to avoid. No, better to stay put and gather as much information as possible before you decided what to do.

You flicked on the TV, curious to see if the mystery danger would make it onto the news. You turned to a news station and were shocked to see Steve’s face plastered all over the screen. The reporter was outside of the Triskelion, SHIELD’s huge base on the Potomac, and claimed that Captain America was now a fugitive of the state and SHIELD. They said he had a part in assassinating SHIELD Director Nick Fury alongside a redhead you recognized as Black Widow. They urged the public to keep an eye out for these “fugitives” and send any helpful tips into the police. You turned the TV off and looked out the window, suddenly fearful for Steve’s life. You knew he didn’t do it, but the rest of the country probably wouldn’t be as convinced of his innocence as you.

“Oh, Stevie. What did you get yourself into?”

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anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.

The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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The Ramblings of an Introvert (Part Six)// Spencer Reid

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November 29th

Dear Friend,

The holidays are an odd time. There are lights hung everywhere illuminating the streets with small glowing crystals that make the city look like a sort of comforting heaven a child conjured up in a dream. You walk through the streets and can smell the pumpkin spice floating from coffee shops, you can smell the slow roasted turkey being carved and served in restaurants. The air is crisp, the leaves on the trees a sea of oranges and reds of every shade imaginable. It’s my favorite time of year when I can hear the crunch of the leaves underneath my feet as I make my way to work in a heavy coat with a warm cup of coffee to warm my hands.

They’re an odd time because you can see the sadness in people’s eyes although their smiles try to convince you otherwise. The holidays are famous for being the time that families come together, the time when families join hands during thanksgiving dinner. The time that they gather around the Christmas tree sipping hot cocoa. It’s the time when the year ends with fireworks and excitement as you kiss the one you love underneath the colorful lights that fill the night sky.

Not everyone experiences the holidays the same way. I know that’s true for me.

I flew out to Vegas to spend Thanksgiving with my mom. She hates flying and in her condition I didn’t want to cause her more stress. She was more than happy to see me although it did take a moment to register on her face as her mind struggled to place where she knew me. I’m glad to say she still remembers me although it does take a fraction of a second.

I had decided to take her out of the home she was staying at for the night. Instead I checked us into the most luxurious hotel I could find. She deserved that much.

You can imagine my surprise when there was a knock at my door. I had booked adjoining rooms and could see my mother getting ready to go out to dinner so I knew it wasn’t her. You can imagine my face when I opened the door and saw Y/N standing there.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Did I mind? No. I was thrilled. She explained how Penelope had booked her a flight and tracked my credit card to let her know where I would be staying. The team back home was enjoying Thanksgiving together, something I was missing as I resided in another state for the night.

“I think everyone should be with loved ones on Thanksgiving. So now you have me here too.”

I couldn’t explain to you how much her words made my heart sing. I couldn’t tell you the panic I felt as she walked into the hotel room and caught sight of my mother. For a split second I thought this was it. She would meet my mother and decide she didn’t want to spend her Thanksgiving with a woman who couldn’t remember much else.
Instead she rushed into the adjoining room and introduced herself. My mother was taken by surprise but the smile on her face was genuine as Y/N showered her with compliments on her dress and earrings.

“I know who you are!” she had exclaimed as she recognized her. “Spencer’s shown me pictures of you! You look beautiful when you sleep. A true doll.”

I couldn’t fight the deep blush that crept into my cheeks. Of course my mother would remember that picture of them all. Y/N merely laughed and looked at me with a raised eyebrow but I found no judgement in her eyes. It was then that I took her in. She was dressed fairly fancy and I assumed Penelope had let her know about our dinner reservations. There was no doubt in my mind that she had even called ahead to let them know it would be three dinner guests instead of two.

I always think Y/N can’t get any more beautiful and somehow I am always proven wrong, because it wasn’t until she was under that dimly lit restaurant with a sparkling smile on her face as she laughed at a horrible joke my mother told that I finally understood her true beauty. Her beauty came from inside. Forget the fact that she was naturally stunning on a physical level. It was her smile, her laugh, her kindness that radiated throughout her that was what it was all about. It was her inner beauty- her understanding, her compassion, her livelihood that had made my heart melt away as if I was just another lovestruck fool. And maybe I am, but I don’t think I mind.

So it was later when my mother had gone to sleep and Y/N and I sat on the soft carpet floor with a bottle of champagne being passed back and forth that my mind decided that I need to do something. I was on a high that night as the alcohol rose to my brain and I could swear there were small stars rising off of her skin as I looked at her. She was ethereal, with the warm flush of her cheeks and the captivating smile she wore as we spoke about everything and nothing all at once. We both passed out in midst of laughter and drunken hugs, never once overstepping that boundary and yet craving to lay beside each other.

That was the best sleep I have ever had-laying on a carpet floor still dressed in fancy attire with Y/N’s warm figure lying just inches away.

I’ve come up with a solution. I’ll write her a letter. I seem to be better off writing than I am getting the words out and spoken, and maybe this way I can truly convey my feelings. So I think I’ll write and hope that I have the strength to send it her way. My mother always said the worst type of love is the one that is never admitted.

Best Regards,

November 30th

Dear Y/N,

I don’t think there is any other way to start this letter than to state what I have been hiding for so long.

I love you.

And somehow I think you know that. I think you’ve known that for a while. I think you can see it every time I look at you. I think you can feel it in every embrace. I know I do.

Every single time you smile it’s as if a rush of dopamine is sent to my brain, throwing me into a trance of pure happiness and excitement. Every time you laugh, that sweet melodic sound that seems to be as pure as your soul ever was, it’s as if my heart doubles in size. I can’t explain precisely how I feel but I know that staring at the stars with you was the most exciting thing I had ever done. I know that feeling your skin against mine as you held onto my hand was as reassuring as a candle being lit in a dark room, providing just barely enough light and yet filling you with comfort all the same.

You chose to spend Thanksgiving with my mother and I. That was something that sent my heart pounding as I watched you two interact. You have no clue how at peace I was that night, surrounded by the two women who mean the most to me. You have no idea how my mind filled with scenarios of us on every holiday after, dangling a near perfect future in front of me.

All I know is that I’ve never had as much fun as I did with you when we visited that pumpkin patch together, or when we shared that bottle of champagne in that Las Vegas suite as if we were just another pair of drunken adults ready to enjoy their night in a city that seemed to always buzz in excitement. The most exciting moments of my life seem to always be by your side.

I wish you could see my dreams where your face is painted in such delicate strokes, your eyes shimmering with stars of yellow as if Van Gogh himself had imagined you and decided that such a beauty had to be told. I wish you could see yourself dancing in the shades of golds and silvers, as elegant as the Greek gods with such a charming way to your every move that even Aphrodite would find herself burning with jealousy.

Maybe if you heard these things you would run away. Maybe I’m just a madman for falling so deeply for someone who I haven’t known for years. But there are millions of people who believe in love at first sight and if I had ever seen a work of art, it was the moment you walked through that door. The moment I saw you was the same moment that my breath was taken away and never truly given back. It was the moment that my mind was consumed by you, the moment you held all the power to bend me to your will, to toy with me, to do as you pleased. And yet you didn’t. You unknowingly held my mind in the palm of your hands and treated it with nothing but kindness.

Maybe I am a fool for confessing my feelings, but I would rather be a fool than to live forever not knowing. The only thing I know for certain is that I never truly understood what love was until you were willing to sacrifice yourself for me, and I had never felt peace until your lips pressed ever so softly against the skin of my cheek. And I find nothing but solace in thoughts of you, and I feel as if that’s the way it will always be.

My heart flutters like a hummingbird every time you look at me and my stomach is filled with whirlwinds full of butterflies of vivid color, yet another reminder of the physical effect you have on me. And it is when I am with you that I am no longer afraid. I am not afraid of the darkness because you are the light. I am not afraid of loneliness because your being radiates comfort beside me. I am no longer afraid of my mind because it was in you that I found my sanity.

I love you. I am so deeply, irrevocably in love with you to the point that yelling it from the rooftops is not enough. I want to write it down in sonnets, I want to paint it in color across canvas, across walls, all in order for you to see it. I want it to consume you just as it has consumed me, filling every corner of you with joy as the love I have vibrates through you, down to your feet and into the earth.

I want you to know that the man that sits across the room from you every day is the man that dreams about holding you. I dream of everything, from gentle touches to passionate embraces. I dream about the talks, the laughter, the soft murmurs before you fall asleep. And in my dreams I can still smell your sweet scent, I can still feel your soft skin, I can still hear your voice whispering things that my mind desperately wishes to hear.

I love you. I don’t think I ever truly understood what falling in love was like until you waltzed into my life and took hold of my being. It’s as if everything I am belongs to you if you are willing to have it, and I don’t think I would have it any other way.

I so desperately hope I had the courage to send this to you. Maybe it’s currently in your hands being read in silent disbelief by you, or maybe it’s out lost in the world, its words destined to remain unread by you. Either way, I hope the universe finds a way to send all of the love that is laced in every word written here to you. And I hope you feel it. I hope you feel that same rush of warmth spread through your veins like I have felt, and I hope it makes your heart beat faster. I hope it makes you smile that dazzling smile that you possess and I hope you know that you will be loved for all eternity by a man who’s been too soft-spoken to admit it until now.

With all of my heart,

see you again

Originally posted by seokijn

admin: clover
character count: 15844
paring: wonho x reader

AN: this fic was inspired by the song the See You Again by Tyler the Creator! The song is so soft and cute and i tried really hard on this and making it exactly how i pictured it and how the song made me feel. I would really love it if some of you left feedback on this one!! This is me trying to come back and post more. if this does good maybe ill write a part two idk…..

See You Again:

It was a typical day for Wonho. He would wake up, take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, tease hyungwon, and go to work. Wonho believed that taking a shower in the morning was always the best because it made him feel fresh and clean. Pouring himself some lucky charms, he watched some dumb kids cartoon with a sponge and a starfish and some squid like creature that reminded him of hyungwon. As if on cue hyungwon came in the room with fluffy bed head and oversized pajamas. Wonho finished his cereal quickly and dropped his bowl in the sink. He ran over to hyungwon with the biggest smile on his face and played with Hyungwon’s hair and hugged him. Quickly running out the door before Hyungwon could hit him. It was spring break so he worked for a full days during it.

Wonho usually walked to work. It was a cute and small flower shop just down the street from his shared dorm. The sky was a mellow blue, it was still pretty early in the morning so the sidewalk and street weren’t busy or crowded. In Wonho’s opinion this was the best part of the day, it just looked really beautiful. When he finally reached the flower shop the owner ran up to him and gave him a hug before he even took 5 steps in the floral shop.

“WONHO I MISSED YOU SO MUCH WHAT THE HELL!!!” The small person said with her face shoved in his chest.

“ Daisy I just saw you yesterday, p-please let me go i cant brrreathe.” Wonho wheezed.

Daisy was the young owner of the shop, she actually is a sophomore at his college. She was a tiny girl with long black hair and big eyes. The young girl had the shop passed down to her early from her parents. As the girl turned her long black ponytail whipped at Wonho making him groan in annoyance. Daisy was like a little sister to him, he had come to love her so much as a bestfriend that he put up with her annoying ass.  

“ Daisy one day you’re are gonna squeeze me so hard I die, and it’s gonna be your dumb fault. Maybe i’ll be in peace no more squeezing.” Wonho said daydreaming.  

“ In your dreams lover boy..” She snapped back, pouting at him. “ …. We have someone picking up 2 dozen white and light pink roses in about 5 minutes, please go get the flowers and ring her up when she gets here.”

“ No problemo shorty” Wonho said with a grin.

He skipped to the other side of the shop where the abundance of pink and white roses were located. He took a long sniff and walked with them over to the counter and cut a piece of pink ribbon and tied it around the stems of the flowers. He heard the bell ring that was attached to the front door. It was probably the customer that ordered the flowers. Wonho was having trouble tying the pink ribbon, but said “hello” to let the person know he knew they were there.

When he finally put the flowers in with the assorted tissue papers and put them in a really nice pink tinted glass vase, he looked up. He saw you. He saw your  chocolate colored eyes and rose colored cheeks, it was like cupid hit him perfectly. He could imagine the little shit. A little naked baby boy yelling bullseye and flying off with his dumb little wings and stupid little bow and arrow.

Your hair was about shoulder length and so soft looking. He never thought he could love the color brown this much, but surprise surprise. There weren’t many words exchanged between the both of you. You paid online so there wasn’t a need to talk much. He continued to steal looks at you and he could have sworn you were doing the same with him. Wonho was relatively shy with new people and looking at you took it to the next level.

“Thank you !”
You hurried out the door with the flowers as your hair followed behind you.  He was thinking about your voice, it was so sweet and nice to listen to. Even if you only talked like twice. Running through the day at the shop Wonho couldn’t stop thinking about you. He felt so powerless he didn’t even know you and he felt such strong feelings for you. You were sorta kinda his fantasy. You were making him feel all mushy and lovey dovey. He had never thought of doing cute couple stuff till he saw you and your cute cheeks and delicate looking hands.

The work day finally ended and Wonho felt so tired. He felt sad because he wasn’t sure if he would see you again. You probably thought he was just some weird fluffy black haired guy that liked flowers. When Wonho got home he made his favorite food hoping that it would take his mind off of you. He grabbed the hot water and quickly poured it into the ramen cup and reached for a fork out of the near by cabinet. He plopped down onto  the couch in the living room and watched TV and ate his ramen.

His roommates weren’t around. Some were still at work and some were partying or on dates or something else. Wonho was exhausted so he finished his ramen quickly. He hurried up the stairs to his room and put on his comfortable pjs. Tucking himself in he fell into a surprisingly deep slumber.


When Wonho woke up he wasn’t in his bed. He figured he was dreaming because he didn’t remember waking up. He was in front of some building, he was holding hands with someone. When he looked up he.. He saw you. Your eyes closed and your breathing light. Then you slowly opened your eyes. God you were so beautiful. You were wearing your hair down with mom jeans and a black off the shoulder shirt that cropped. You looked down at your hands then up at his face. Your cheeks turning pink and your eyes averted down.

“Are we gonna go in?” You asked with a soft tone.

“S-Sure. Yea lets do it. Your name is???”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you….?”

“Oh of course! My name is Wonho!” He said a little bit too excited.

What the fuck is happening? You were actually holding his hand. You were actually talking to him. It felt so foreign to Wonho. Of course he had girlfriends in the past and a couple of lustful hook ups, but you made him feel different.

He tugged at your hand and ran inside with you following close behind. He had no idea how long this would last or when he would dream about you again so he wanted to make the most of it.  

When Wonho stopped running, you both were in an ocean of arcade games. The first one that caught his eye was the dance game with the arrows and super fast pop music. He gently squeezed your hand and lead you towards the game.

“ Let’s play this!” He smiled down at you making your heart melt.
This didn’t even feel awkward, just natural.

Wonho pushed two player and stepped up on the dancing pad. He was maybe a little too excited for this game. Wonho knew a lot about his tendencies and one of them was being 110% extra. 366 days a year, 25/8. He knew he was about to go over board. You hesitantly stepped up onto the dance pad as Wonho searched through songs and tried to pick a one.

“ Okay picked a song, I really didn’t even know any of them but it’s whatever.” Wonho said with a smile.

“ Get ready to lose!” You said with a smirk.

The fast pop started to play and the arrows started to light up quickly. He had to admit that he already wanted to lay down and take the L that was coming to him. He didn’t wanna seem lazy and wore out already so he danced harder, he concentrated on the arrows on the screen and let his body do the rest. He even started to move his arms to make it seem like he knew what he was doing, which he didn’t. He glanced over at you, you were dancing calmly and accurately. The look on your face was the best part. You were so concentrated that your brown doe eyes were blown out. You were so cute.

The song ended and the outcome was shown on the screen. You had won by a landslide. Wonho felt a little hurt inside but it was so worth seeing your face light up so bright.

“ Ha! You lost I told you I would win.” You said.

“You were right! I didn’t think I would lose though. Oh well, good job.” Wonho wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug. He smiled when he felt you melt into it.

As the dream went on Wonho won teddy bears for you and played laser tag and raced in the karts. After all that you both sat down and ate food. He couldn’t get over how perfect you were for him. He scooted next to you and rested his head on the top of yours. He closed his eyes and thought about it. He would probably never have a better dream than this or even a better real date. He kissed the top of your head and as he opened his eyes you were no longer there. He was back in his room. The sunrise broke through his shades and cradled his face.

“ Fuck!” He yawned as he sat up.

He got up did his daily routine but couldn’t shake how real that dream felt. How real you were. Spring break ends in 4 days, maybe he should get out more.

During the following 2 nights there were 2 dreams as well. One, of the both of you cooking cute desserts together. The next of you guys trespassing into a zoo after hours. He just couldn’t shake the thoughts of you. He was waking up from a dream feeling upset. He wanted to get to know you in real life but you only really talked to him on his dreams. He got up and took a long shower to think of his dream. Dreams usually end up disappearing right when you wake up, but his dreams wouldn’t leave him alone. He skipped breakfast and went straight to work.

The sky was a bit gloomy, there was a gentle breeze that played with Wonho’s hair and pushed him forward. When he got to the shop he was greeted by Daisy.

“ Dude you look rough. What’s wrong?” She said with a questioning look.

“ You would only laugh at me. It’s really nothing.” Wonho insisted.

“Tell me! TELL ME! I won’t laugh I promise!!” She clung onto his jacket and pulled.

“Fine! Okay so you know that girl that came to pick up an order like 2 days ago? Well I thought she was literally breathtaking and I thought we had a moment I guess and when I went home that day I had a dream about her! Nothing fucking nasty and dirty just something sweet ya’know. So when I woke up I thought yeah it was just a dream and again that next night I had another dream about her and another the next night and it’s killing me! She’s so perfect and the fact that I have to keep seeing her in my dreams and not real life just tilts me and it’s making me sad Daisy… I’m learning so much about her yet it’s only in my dreams.” He rambled.

“ Woah, I really don’t understand yo-”

“ You don’t understand me? What the fuck does that mean? I just told you everything!” He said, cutting her off.

“ Let me finish Wonho. I’ve never seen you so serious about something. This is probably all happening for a reason! I feel like this is leading up to something! Please don’t be sad okay? I’m rooting for you, I promise something will happen and it’ll be a good thing!” She smiled and hugged him.

The rest of the day was slow but Daisy had him doing a bunch of stuff to take his mind off of you. He sorted flowers and unloaded trucks. Prepared several flowers for online customers and watered others. By closing time Wonho felt like he had actually done some “hard” work today. He hurried home and saw food left on the counter. There was a note.

Here is some chicken I bought for you! I saw u didn’t eat breakfast so here’s this. I won’t be home till late so don’t wait up!!! Please take care of yourself.

Wonho smiled so hard he felt like his face would break. It wasn’t like Hyungwon to be so caring and this small gesture made him so happy. He took the chicken and walked over to the couch and watched tv. He caught up on some drama he had been a watching for the past month. He realized today was the last day of spring break. He wouldn’t have to go to work early tomorrow and he would instead have classes.

He turned off the TV and went into his room. He continued to watch the drama in there while getting cozy and ready to go to sleep.

“School tomorrow huh? Welp it’s whatever.” He thought as he drifted off to sleep.


Wonho opened his eyes. He was side by side with you. The usual, you open your eyes and realize you’re in a dream too and held his hand. This time it looked like you guys were in a aquarium.

“ oooo I love the aquarium lets go!!” You said with a wide smile.

The first animal you saw was the otters. They were racing and fighting a cuddling. Your face was lit up in aw, he wanted to see your face like that all the time maybe even because of him.
You pulled out your phone and took a few pictures of the otters while Wonho took a pic of you.

After finally getting you to walk away from the otters you saw the prehistoric looking fish. They were so interesting and weird looking. One swam up to the glass really quickly and it scared you. You grabbed on to Wonho’s arm tighter making his heart lurch out.

There were turtles and stingrays and little seahorses around the marine plants.

When you both pass the sharks Wonho screams. He wants to take a pic so bad but is scared.

“ Y/N! They can break that fucking glass okay I will not be a victim of a shark attack today honey. But still will you take a picture just make it quick! It doesn’t help that they are playing the Jaws theme song on loop.”

You hurried and took a picture of him and the several sharks behind him. For someone that was scared he looked confident and good as FUCK in the picture.

The last part you guys went to was the stingray place. Here you could touch the stingrays with strictly only two fingers. Wonho put his hand in the water first and touched the slimy sea animal.


You laughed at him while petting the passing stingrays, he was such a dork.

Suddenly a group of stingrays pass by really fast and get you and Wonho soaking wet. You both of course don’t mind and start laughing like a pack of hyenas.

“ It was like a stingray mob just pulled a hit on us! I can’t breathe, they were going so fast holy shit.” You said while laughing

Wonho looked at your laughing state and remember about how when he wakes up he wouldn’t see you. Man it was heartbreaking.

“Y/N you are so beautiful you know that. I wish I could see you out of my dreams and really hold your hand and really take you out on cute dates. This makes sense cause you’re my dream girl but it feels so unfair!! How do you make me so happy without even trying to? It’s crazy!” He blurted out.

You were silent for a second, but then you thought about it. What is he saying? This is my dream why is he saying he only sees me in his dreams when it’s the other way around until it hit you what was going on. Before you could say anything Wonho gently took your cheeks into his hands and kissed you. It was sweet and you felt so safe with him.

He smiled into the kiss and then he felt nothing.. When he opened his eyes he was back in bed and his phone alarm was going off. It was 8am he had school in an hour. He jumped out of bed and put his fingers on his lips. He remembered the kiss and how his lips felt on yours. He quickly shook the feeling off and continued to get ready.

This time everyone was home. Hyungwon was eating toast, Minhyuk was watching cartoons, Shownu was quietly reading a book, Changkyun was on his phone, Kihyun was on the phone with his girlfriend, and Jooheon was playing games on his phone. They usually car pulled to university together so they all piled in and cranked the ac and loud ass music to get them awake for class. Wonho sang his heart out to every song and by the time he got out the car he felt energized. He walked into his first class and went to his favorite seat in the back. He played some dumb games on his phone. The teacher rang a bell signaling that class was starting. Wonho stayed on his phone determined to beat this level of the game.

“Class we have a new student joining today! Her name is Y/N please treat her nicely.”

Wonho wasn’t paying attention so when he looked up from his game and realized the new student took the seat next to him.

He saw you.

Bad Liar- Chapter Four (JB GOT7)

Here is the long awaited chapter four! This series won’t be extremely long, but decently lengthed!

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Original Character

Collage/University AU

Warnings: Swearing. May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.

“Uh, hey…” JB said awkwardly pulling away from Amie quickly.

“Um, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude. I was, uh… Sorry.”

“No-no it’s okay we were just, you know… It’s okay,” Amie stammered out looking at the floor as she brushed past me to get inside.

Suddenly I was left out in the hallway, mildly embarrassed, with JB. His hands were now buried in his pockets, lighting kicking the ground as he too, had his face to the ground.

“I really didn’t mean to walk in like that. It wasn’t my intention to disrupt you two, I was just going to give Jimin his headphones.”

“Oh yeah, how was your date?”

“It was good.”

“Just good?”

“I mean, not too much happened. It was a pretty normal date.”

“Are you going to keep seeing him? Like, are you going on a second date?” JB asked, smoothing a fly away strand from his face, slicking it back with the rest of his hair.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Anyways, I should probably get going. Have a good night okay? We should hang out soon, just the two of us. Are you free on Friday?.”

“I’ll check my schedule. Get home safe, okay?”

“Aren’t I always?” He winked, walking back to the staircase.

I rolled my eyes, smirking to myself before walking back into the dorm room. I saw a flushed Amie, sitting on the couch while scrolling through her phone. “So, you and JB… Are you guys an item?”

“Huh? An item. No, I don’t really do boyfriends. You know?”


“I just don’t think I’m ready to be tied down quite yet.”

“Oh? Well, does JB know? Despite the bad boy look with the leather jacket, and the piercings, he’s really loyal… He likes having one girl to spoil.”

“Really? He’s so hot that he looks intimidating. I would never suspect that he could be a big softie.”

“The only thing intimidating about him is his temper. Seriously, watch out for the clench jaw. That means he’s pissed. Give him a pillow, walk away, and leave him for 5 minutes. He’ll beat the crap out of the pillow, and then he should be good,” I warned, grabbing some food from the fridge.

“Oh really? Hmm, maybe I should snap him up while I have the chance then. It’ll be my first real relationship.”

“Seriously? You’re like 23.”

“Hey, I said I’ve never really been the committed type” she grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

“Wow who hurt you…?” I laughed walking back to my room.

I closed the door behind me and flopped face first onto my bed. With a loud groan I started rocking my body side to side in frustration. I hate that I keep inserting myself into awkward situations. I decided to make the best of my situation by just taking the time to be alone. I grabbed some cookie dough ice cream from the freezer, ran a hot bath, and “read a book.” By reading a book, I mean I opened it, put it back down, and then basically took a nap in the tub.

“Hey Micah!”

“Yeah?!” I yelled through the door.

“Do you want to go shopping with me tomorrow?”

“Sure! What time?”

“Just after your class!” Amie called back.

“Okay, I’ll meet you by the main bus terminal.”

“Cool, good night! Don’t take too long, you’ll turn into a prune.”

It’ll be nice to spend some girl time together, since we haven’t gotten to do much since we moved in together.

I waited by the bus terminal, hands in my pockets. The air was a little chilly today so I decided to wear a comfy sweater-dress. I was excited to go shopping with Amie today, because taking a look at my closet… 50 Shades of Grey wasn’t an erotic novel, it was my closet. Every shade of grey, black, and white, as well as the occasional olive/army green could be found there. Amie often wore cute pastel clothes, or just some kind of color. I hardly ever saw her wear black or grey.

“Micah! Are you ready to go?!” A voice yelled.

“Yup! If we take the 181 we’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”

“Forget the bus, JB’s driving us. I called him last night and asked if he would take me to the mall but he said he didn’t like shopping, but that he’d still drive me anyways.”


“He’s waiting for us by the south campus entrance, let’s go,” Amie said tugging on my hand.

Now I was in the backseat of JB’s car, feeling like the third wheel. Amie interlocked her hand with one of JB’s while he drove with the other. “It’s a safety hazard, you idiots” I thought to myself. Though I know saying that out loud would make me sound like a jealous bastard, even though I was soaking in self-pity. Oh, what I would do to hurl myself out of this car right now.

“Hey, hey Micah! Are you listening?” Amie asked, peeking her head back at me.

“Huh? Sorry. I was just thinking.”

“That’s okay. Anyways, I was thinking what if I helped you pick an outfit for your next fancy date with Jimin?”

“Oh, you don’t… You don’t have to do that. I don’t think we’re going on a fancy date soon anyways. I mean, we’re both university students.”

“I want to pick you out an outfit. It’ll be a thank you gift since you had to lease out the dorm by yourself since I didn’t have my registration completed. It’s a big deal having to put down the entire deposit by yourself” Amie smiled.

“Okay, fine. You lead the way” I sighed getting out of the car. Amie instantly linked arms between JB and myself, leading the three of us inside.

“I didn’t know I was coming inside too” JB replied.

“You’ll be our bag boy for the day. Right? Won’t you do that for your new girlfriend?” She pouted.

“Fine baby, I’ll do it” he smirked before kissing her cheek. I looked away and rolled my eyes so hard, I could have probably seen my brain if I tried hard enough. The first store we went into Amie was instantly pulling things off the racks. If there was one thing you needed to know about Amie was that if shopping was an Olympic sport, she’d take home the gold metal every time. She could shop, sow, and DIY herself into the next life time. Most of her clothes had some kind of vintage feel to them, and some kind of alteration.

“Why don’t you look for something?” JB asked.

“I don’t really have the money for anything. I just wanted to spend some girl time with her but…”

“But I’m here, and it’s ruining the mood, right?”

“A little. It’s okay though. You’re her boyfriend after all…”

“Hey, I’m still your best friend. I hate that you’ve been acting a little awkward with me recently. Are you okay?”

I wanted to say ‘No, it feels weird having my ex-boyfriend/best friend dating my friend/roommate. I hate that I still have a little bit of feelings for you when it’s obvious that you’ve moved on.’ “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, now that I’m dating Jimin, I feel a little guilty hanging out with you. Since you’re my ex after all. Most guys would be pissed if they found out they are still hanging around their ex’s. It’s not really normal.”

“Oh, okay. Well we both moved on, so I don’t see how it’s a problem. I respect you staying loyal to him though.”


“Micah, you have to try these on right now.” Amie squealed while thrusting a bunch of hangers at me. I saw dress, after dress, in every color of the rainbow. Purple maxi dresses, pink satin dresses, and even blue velvet ones as well.

“Come on out!”

“Yeah, one second. Can you help me with the zipper?” I opened the door slightly while Amie stuck her hands in the change room to assist me. With the same hand, she tugged on my wrist to pull me out of the stall and into the walk way where JB was sitting on the couch surrounded by her bags.

“Well? Isn’t it perfect?!” Amie said stepping back, while drawing JB’s attention to me. His mouth went agape, and locked his eyes on my torso.

“It’s beautiful,” I exclaimed looking into the mirror.

“Can I pick a dress or what?! It’s red-wine colored, which means dark, and it’s suitable for evening outs. It has long sleeves which makes it modest and elegant; plus, the sleeves compensate for the shorter skater skirt. The lacey material also adds both sex appeal and class, and finally it has an easy glide back zipper, which means it’s easy to take off… If you know what I mean” she winked. I started blushing at her last comment a little; staring at my bare feet against the wooden floor.

“What do you think JB, from a guy’s perspective?” Amie asked.

“I think you take too much time thinking about the meaning of clothes.” Amie smacked his shoulder, while he laughed it off.

“Seriously though, you look good.”

“Perfect, you should get it!”

“You know, I work hard. I deserve to treat myself a little bit! I am going to get it, even though it’s… Oh my God, $120?! FOR THIS LITTLE AMOUNT OF CLOTHING? I HAVE SWEATERS WHICH COSTED LESS THAN HALF THE PRICE AND COVER MORE OF ME!”

“You’re such a stingy girl. Just buy the damn dress, and then we’ll get you some shoes to go with it. If you want, I’ll buy you the shoes. You should buy the dress, it looks really good on you” Amie suggested.

“No, you don’t need to buy me anything. This isn’t ‘Pretty Woman’ and I don’t need your money.”

“Stop being a shit and let me buy you some damn shoes. I saw some really cute black strappy wedges that would look so cute with almost any outfit! You’re a size 8, right? I’ll be right back, okay?”

I just waved her away before going back into the changing room and getting back into my normal clothes. “Oh, you’re still here? Why didn’t you go with your girlfriend?”

“Too many bags, I don’t feel like walking, so I thought I’d wait for you instead” JB shrugged as I purchased the dress.

“Why don’t we go put her bags in the car? Here I’ll help you,” I said while grabbing a few bags. “So, how have the guys been?”

“They’re doing alright. They miss you a lot. You should stop by and hang out with the rest of us like old times.”

“Meh, I doubt that they even miss me. They just miss me walking around in booty shorts around them.”

“Oh, just shut up, and in the defense of those booty shorts… I never let you walk around in those things around the guys.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about jealous and overprotective JB. Haven’t seen him in a while, next time he’s around, tell him I say hello.”

“Hey! You know how I feel about girlfriends. I don’t want anyone trying to make a move, being disrespectful, or even having a single unclean thought about someone I love. My girlfriend, means that she’s mine. I’m not sharing with anybody!”

“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while Jelly-bum, how’ve you been doing all this time?” I laughed.

“Shut up. I’m trying to be less temperamental, be nice,” JB pouted while putting the bags in the trunk.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s just get back inside.” I spun around on my heels, walking faster towards the shopping mall.

“Hurry up slowpoke! We got some more bag carrying to do!” Jaebum yelled while running after me, grabbing onto my waist, spinning me around a little before taking off ahead of me. I couldn’t help but dizzily laugh and start sprinting after him. With all the power I lack in my legs, I sprung up onto his back, and forced a piggyback.
“Oh my God, it’s like deadweight on me!”

“Hurry up my noble steed! For we must partake in the act of “shopping” once again!“

"I was going to go along with this, until you said that…”

“Go fuck yourself, my noble steed!”

JB finally put me down once we got through the parking lot to be greeted by a half smiling Amie. “Sorry, we went to go put your bags in the car.”

“Yeah, I saw, I walked outside and saw you guys by the car. I just had to use the washroom so I went back inside.”

“Oh okay.”

“Oh uh, by the way. The store didn’t have your shoes in your size at the moment. Sorry, maybe next time, okay?” Amie said, stroking my arm lightly.I’m not sure how someone petting your arm could be condecending, but that’s how it felt.

“That’s totally fine!”

“Um, I don’t mean to be a total ass but would you mind if JB and I spent some time together alone?”

“Don’t worry, that’s okay. I understand, I can just bus home. I’m just going to go look around a little bit before. I’ll see you later?” I asked.

“I can just drive her home quickly before, it’s a little rude to just ditch her like this when you invited her out in the first place” Jaebum added.

“No, it’s okay. You guys go and do your couple things. I’ll see you guys later.”

Amie smiled at me, and took JB’s arm, leading him away from the entrance and towards the chain of restaurants. I’m not going to lie, I felt a little shitty getting ditched like this, but I understand at the same time. She just wants to be with her boyfriend. Rather than feeling shitty, I decided to just go into the shoe store and look around for some heels on my own.

“Hello, how are you doing today?” The sales clerk said.

“I’m doing fine, how are you?”

“Doing just lovely, what brings you in today?”

“I’m looking for some heels to go with this dress I just bought, but also with other outfits too.”

“So black is probably your best bet. What kind of heel do you prefer and what size?”

“Any one that is easy to walk in. I’m clumsy. I usually go for wedges, and size 8” I admitted.

“I have the cutest pair of black strappy wedges! You’re also, very lucky. We sold the last pair in that size to a young blonde girl a few minutes ago, and she came back about 2 minutes later looking angry and returned them. They are perfectly fine, she basically walked out of the mall and came back in and decided she "wasn’t feeling” the shoes anymore. As long as you don’t mind someone owning them for like 2 minutes, you can purchase them. She didn’t even try them on.“

"Was the girl who bought the shoes wearing a pastel pink dress by the way?”

“Yes, she also had a cute leather purse, which I adore! is she a friend of yours?”

“Yeah… She is.”

Wait, why did Amie lie to me? Was she angry that JB and I went to the car without telling her?


@miraculoussparrow​ requested more information about an Animorphs and Wicked fic I speculated about a while ago.  My idle thoughts turned into a whole mini-fusion, so here’s part one of two—I divided it in half for the sake of sanity.  [You do not have to be familiar with Wicked to follow, although I do recommend the soundtrack strongly.] 

No One Mourns the Wicked
Some small part of Cassie is perversely grateful when she steps up to the podium at Rachel’s funeral and never gets the chance to utter a single word.  She’s already choking on fear, desperate to get this right and devastated by the knowledge she won’t be able to—and then she’s drowned out by the sudden and devastating poppoppoppopBANG of fireworks that rattles the graveyard with a horror of sound.  

Someone, somewhere across town is having a parade.  Because of course.  Because the war’s over, and this is a happy occasion.  She can hear them singing, in the silence left between explosions.  The graveyard itself is silent, the mourners shellshocked into stillness.  

Later she’ll stumble away into the city, tear-blind, inadequate eulogy a crumpled wad of paper in her pocket, and a total stranger will pull her into a hug so suddenly she starts morphing in surprise.  After she registers what the woman is saying—it’s a babbled string of gratitude and joy, nearly incoherent—she pulls away more gently.  Later that night someone will thrust a bottle of wine into her hands; someone else will gently place a pileus on her head.  Five more total strangers will shake her hand; sixteen will recognize her long enough to shout thanks or praise.  It’s the single largest celebration their small city has ever seen.  

Surrounded on all sides by singing and clapping, wearing a crown of yellow flowers she doesn’t remember receiving, Cassie thinks back to the last sight she saw before leaving the graveyard.  Jake was silhouetted against the last light of dusk, shoulders hunched and shaking as he stood over the far headstone two rows down from Rachel’s, smaller and unadorned but part of the Berenson family plot all the same.  They both deserve better than this gaudy horrorshow.  All of them do.  

One Short Day
The first time Cassie suspected that girl Rachel she knew from camp was going to be her best friend, they were on the playground in third grade.  Rachel had marched over to where a fifth-grade boy was making fun of Cassie’s shoes to shove her face up against the older boy’s.  “Yeah, Cassie’s got old sneakers,” she said brazenly. “So what?”  

Amazing the power of those words, so what, to shut down anyone who criticized their clothes or their voices or anything about them.  Cassie never learned to say them with the confidence that Rachel used, but she learned to hold her head up high all the same.  

Rachel was the one who taught Cassie about the sheer power that came with not caring—or at least appearing not to care—what other people thought.  They were both weird, both not quite perfectly aligned with what the other girls in their class thought they should be.  Rachel kicked all the boys’ butts at soccer in gym class and shouted out correct answers without bothering to raise her hand, even though girls were supposed to scorn sports and wait their turn before speaking.  Cassie wore jeans with bird poop and cared more about equestrian health standards than My Little Pony dolls, even though she was supposed to wear pink dresses and fantasize about horses without actually owning any.  The thing was, Rachel could get away with being the wrong kind of girl, because she was joyous and unapologetic in her rebellion, able to laugh in the face of anyone who had a problem with the way she acted.  Cassie could get away with it too, because when you were friends with Rachel there was pride rather than shame in standing out from the crowd.

What is This Feeling?
Dearest Daddy and Mom, Rachel wrote in her best penmanship.  (Given that she was seven years old, the best that can be said is that it was legible.)  Sleepaway camp has a lot of fun things.  Today I made a friendship bracelet and learned how to tie a knot.  The only thing is my bunkmate.  Here, Rachel chewed on her pen in thought, trying to come up with a way to describe the weird girl with the overalls and the boyishly short hair without being mean.  It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with Cassie, after all.  She just didn’t know anything about Limited Too or Boys 2 Men or Nintendo.  And she had the weirdest stories.  She’s weird, and her clothes are awful, but she’s the best in camp at woodcrafts which is dumb, Rachel wrote at last.  I miss you guys.  Please write back.

Hi Dad, Cassie scribbled on camp stationary.  I hope you and Cinnamon and Misty and Star and Blaze and all the other horses and the sick crow and the baby foxes and also Mom are all good.  I am not good.  Camp is stupid.  Our cabin leader is super old, like 15 or 16, but she STILL doesn’t know the difference between ash leaves and elm leaves.  My bunkmate is the stupidest part.  She thinks ponies are a type of horse and paints her nails before we go pick up bugs in the woods and wears dresses on the jungle gym.  She brought 5 pairs of sandals to camp and wears more hair clips than anyone I ever saw.  Just because she’s the best in camp at gymnastics doesn’t mean I like her.  Please please please please please please please come pick me up.

Walter didn’t come to pick Cassie up, and good thing too: later that week she and Rachel beat every single other pair of bunkmates at the Nature Fun Time Obstacle Course, working together to rush through the activities (and across the rope bridge, and underneath the zip line, and all over the Fun Facts Path) in record time.  They won tickets to free ice cream at a shop downtown for the entire summer.  But it meant far more to Cassie when Rachel ran up on their last day, friendship bracelet in hand, and tied it around Cassie’s wrist.  

For Good
Cassie always knew that Crayak would find a way to get revenge against Rachel and Jake for the way they’d hurt him.  She just never imagined it would come like this: the sharp whistle of a rock in the air followed by a hideous wet crunch of gristle and bone.  She never knew the fallout could be this bad, Rachel’s skin so pale it has gone a dull grey color except for the places on her hands where David’s blood seeped between her fingers.  Rachel came out of the warehouse silent and shaking, and Cassie couldn’t find it in herself to say anything.  

Not until, a hundred yards down the sidewalk, Rachel drew a sharp breath and started crying in near-silence.

“You’re right about me,” Cassie blurted, for something to say.  “I’m not strong enough.  I can’t do it.  I can’t be like you.  I’m sorry.”

Rachel whirled around, grabbing Cassie by the arm.  “That’s a good thing.  Don’t be sorry.  People like me would be nothing without people like you.”  She shook herself off.  “No.  Worse.  Without you…”  She made a sharp gesture back to the warehouse.  “I’d be him.”  

“That’s not…”

“I know myself.”  She barked a laugh.  “You’re the only reason I’m still a halfway decent person.”  

Cassie did her best not to notice the splotch of David’s blood that had transferred to her arm.  “You realize it goes both ways, right?  Without you, I’d have quit years ago and left the rest of you to die.”  

Thank Goodness
People cry during weddings, Cassie reminds herself.  It’s perfectly normal to be crying on her wedding day.  So what if she happens to be crying for entirely the wrong reason?  

It’s the dress.  It’s the long cakelike frills of the dress and it’s the fact that when she looked in the mirror after the stylist was done with her veil, all she could think of was what Rachel would say to see her so swankified.  It’s the way that Ronnie is so patient and kind and loving, so willing to wake Cassie from nightmares and hold her close every year on Christmas, on Victory-Earth Day, on the anniversary of the date Marco and the others were officially declared Missing Presumed Dead.  It’s the fact that he is so good to her, in a way no one else ever has been… and she still can’t bring herself to love him.

Ronnie has never lost patience, has never stopped being devoted and sweet.  He’s also never killed someone to save her life.  He’s never stood shoulder-to-shoulder and flank-to-flank with her as they marched into battle.  He’s never committed a terrible crime so that Cassie herself wouldn’t have to, and he’ll never know the terrible crimes Cassie herself has had to commit anyway.  

He never tore a piece of her heart out, either.  He never went and died on her because she couldn’t find the words to keep him here.  

Cassie lowers her veil to hide her tears, and she picks up her bouquet.  She’s as ready as she’ll ever be.

Not That Girl
“And then,” Rachel said, “he showed me this spot downtown where they’re putting new tar down on a parking lot, and my god.”  She whistled between her teeth.  “You can just coast up and up until you’re miles off the ground, and then you dive… And he just figured this out, all on his own.  He’s, like, some kind of genius at this.”

Cassie shifted to a more comfortable position on the end of her bed, trying to look like she was enjoying this conversation.  She got it, really she did.  Tobias had those big soft eyes—well, sometimes—and that sharp sense of humor and that knack for picking up new skills on the fly… He was sweet but also practical, melancholy but willing to be sarcastic too.

It didn’t stop her from wanting to cry sometimes when Rachel talked about him.

“Anyway, how are you and Jake?” Rachel asked, flopping over in her sleeping bag to look Cassie in the eye.

Cassie laughed, looking down.  She and Jake were experimenting.  Feeling each other out.  Hoping for a spark that would probably never come.  They were friends, and she loved him as a friend, but… But she wanted what she couldn’t have.

Because if she had it her way, Jake wouldn’t be the one who held her hand and tried to work up the nerve to kiss her goodnight.  Tobias wouldn’t be the one that put that starry-eyed smile on Rachel’s face.  Rachel wouldn’t be on the floor during their sleepovers, she’d be right next to Cassie in the bed—

“Enough about boys,” Cassie said quickly, shocked by the direction of her own thoughts.  “You want to go get some of my dad’s hot chocolate with chili powder?”  

The Wizard and I
During the war, sometimes, Cassie would think back to the call she got late one night in eighth grade.  Rachel had been almost laughing as she spoke, enthusiasm bubbling through in every word.  It took Cassie a while to parse what Rachel was talking about, but finally she figured it out: Melissa’s dad had given them the number of this new organization in town, and the new organization was willing to sponsor any young athletes who joined it.  

Sponsor, in this case, meant just about anything.  Mr. Chapman had assured them that student athletes who joined the Sharing could access its full resources for buying uniforms, connecting to coaches, and even meeting the big names in the field.  (“Dominique Dawes!  Amy Chow! Kerri Strug!” Rachel said, and Cassie made noises of agreement like these names meant anything at all.)  She might not have understood some of what Rachel was gushing about with competition levels and professional trainers, but she found herself grinning anyway.  It was always so cool to hear how amped Rachel got about everything from sales at Express to WNBA results, because Rachel was the kind of person who could make anything brighter or more special with the way she saw it.

They’d taken a shortcut home through the construction site the very next night.  Cassie thought of that phone call, sometimes, as the last time their future had been clear and bright and easily understood.