the best kind of summer morning


For @cupnoodle-queen, who is bae and the best kind of trouble.

It was dark. You stood outside the tent on the campgrounds, a loose sweater framing your figure. Even though it was summer, the nights were cool––morning dew had started to form on the grass below while the stars beaded the night sky.

You looked out at the horizon, jagged with mountains and trees. Your body felt sluggish, but your mind raced. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen once you finally got to Altissia, couldn’t quell that feeling deep in your gut that something wasn’t quite right.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard rustling from behind you. Gladio emerged from the tent in his sleeping attire, which was just a pair of boxers, rubbing the slumber from his eyes.

“Hey,” he mumbled, shuffling towards you with a yawn.

You smiled at him, reaching a hand out to take his. “Hi.”

Gladio came over and kissed the side of your head before sliding his arms around you protectively. “What’re you doing still up? I woke up and you weren’t there.”

You sighed. “Sorry, love. Couldn’t sleep.”

Gladio frowned. He led you over to the chairs by the charred embers of the long-dead fire. He sat down and pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. He radiated heat and you felt it seeping through the sleeves of your sweater.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pausing momentarily. “Everything.”

“You know,” he said after a beat of silence, slipping his hand under the hem of your sweater to rub circles against your hip. “You can talk to me. About anything.”

You looked up at him, tracing the new scar that horizontally marred his forehead. “Like how you talked to me when you left without a word?”

Gladio went quiet, and his hand stilled.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I shouldn’t have said that. You had your reasons.”

You moved to get up, but Gladio’s strong arms tugged you back into his grip. “Don’t apologize for that,” he sighed, his gaze cast downward. “I should have told you the reason. But to be honest, I was scared. Scared and embarrassed that I couldn’t protect Noct, couldn’t protect you. And what am I if I can’t do that?”

You shifted so that you could face him, stroking your thumbs along the stubble lining his jaw. “You’re Gladiolus Amicitia,” you stated firmly. “You’ve saved me more times than I can even count. And not just from physical dangers, but from my own mind. And I love you for it.”

Gladio’s hand slid behind your neck and pulled you in for a slow, languid kiss. It was sleepy and perfect, neither one of you wanting to pull away first. When you finally did, you kept your lips just barely touching his, and you felt his mouth grazing yours with every spoken word.

“I love you too. Even if you are a pain in the ass.”

You laughed and swatted at him, and he only pulled you in closer.

“Let’s be more honest with each other, yeah?” he asked, playing with the hem of your sweater. “Let me share your burden. That’s why I’m here.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

The two of you ended up talking for a while longer, curled up against one another in the lawn chair by the unlit campfire. The two of you eventually fell asleep like that, and you couldn’t even remember closing your eyes. Just the steady heartbeat that lulled you into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning, Ignis surfaced from the tent, rolling his shoulders and stretching out, ready to start breakfast. He caught a glimpse of the two of you, still sleeping in the lawn chair as the sun started to rise higher in the sky. He smiled to himself at the sight, and ducked back into the tent momentarily.

He re-emerged with a blanket, and went over to drape it over you both. He watched for a second longer as you burrowed a little closer to Gladio’s chest, while his hands tightened around your waist.

Ignis smiled to himself, and left to give you a little more privacy. He poured himself a cup of Ebony and tried to keep the noise down to a minimum as he began preparing breakfast, figuring he could give you two a little more time before starting the day.

tag yourself: what kind of bee aesthetic do you like best

spring bees: busy and full of energy almost to the point of low panic, the smell of wet earth, and the slight edge of dew that is nearly frost in the early mornings, pale green grass that hasn’t quite recovered from winter yet, pale pastels of early flowers, tiny green shoots pushing into the sun from underground

summer bees: both motivation and monotony of work, hot sun beating down, the bright colors of blooming summer flowers, the warm gold-brown smell of earth in the sun, bird song that is frantic in the morning and slow in the evening, the sound of wind muffled by the heat, the lush, wet, green smell that comes from the vegetable garden

autumn bees: everything slowing down, except and especially on the long, hot afternoons where it still feels like summer, meadows turning gold with splashes of yellow from the sunflowers and red from the Indian paintbrushes, the sharp, pervasive smell of smoke blowing in from far off wildfires, the growing apprehension of winter as the days get shorter

The Malfoy Crest

Request prompt: Draco buys the reader a necklace or locket with the Malfoy crest on it. Pansy finds it tries it on but ends up breaking it
I hope you enjoy!

The Morning

It was a very well know fact that you and Draco Malfoy were the best power couple to walk Hogwart’s halls in a very long time. Superior, dominant and feared… and most likely to stay together forever. For you and Draco, it was the beginning of your 4th year at Hogwarts. You glided down the busy corridor, noticing the turning heads as you made your way to class. The summer had been kind to you, and you had naturally blossomed but you didn’t care much for this new attention you were getting. Everything was finally falling into place and you were sure as hell not going to let anything ruin it. This was going to be your year to really shine and you knew it.

“Hey (y/f/n) wait up” you tilted your head around just in time to see Draco sauntering towards you, a growing smile spreading across his lips.

“Hey Draco” you beamed, his arm sliding across your shoulder and hanging lightly around you. Your body sunk gently against his before returning to your normal stance. You walked in unison to your next lesson, reveling in the looks of awe and admiration.

You were almost at Snape’s classroom when a sudden tug on your hand by Draco pulled you into an alcove, nuzzled in the side of the corridor. You looked at Draco with a puzzled expression and noticed a look of unusual excitement play across his features.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned as your hand closed around his

“Nothing, I just like looking at you” he teased. You playfully rolled your eyes and tugged at his robes.

“I like looking at you too, but we have spent all summer looking at each other, remember? How about we look at some potions books now…” You quipped back with a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Okay okay let’s do it your way, but first… I have something for you”

He pulled out a small box laced with green and silver velvet. You look at him with an intriguing sort of anticipation building up inside you. He just smirked back before opening the case to reveal a beautifully mesmerising necklace. It was the shape of the Malfoy house crest, and as you looked closer, you noticed small emerald gems encrusted across the sigil.

“Draco… I don’t know what to say” you stammered through your bright smile. It must have cost him small fortune.

“You don’t have to say anything. May I?”

You nodded your head excitedly. He pushed your hair to the side, allowing him to carefully place it across your neck before fixing the clasp. The metal crest hung just below your collarbones. It wasn’t too flashy or tacky and it wasn’t too small to be missed. It was amazingly unique much alike you and Draco.

“Thank you so much!”

You jumped into him and he lifted you into a tight hug as you pressed a short kiss on his lips before ruffling his hair. Once you were back on the ground, you blow him a small kiss before pulling him off to lesson with you.

The Evening

“What do you mean he gave her a necklace?!” Pansy raved to the group.

“Well they are dating Pansy… They’ve been dating for what… like two years now?” Blaise stated with disinterest.

“Yeah Pans, can’t you just shut up and be happy for them” Daphne interjected, sending Blaise a knowing glance. She knew Pansy was going to go full psycho at any moment and Blaise knew it too.

“No I can’t! And I don’t believe these rumours so easily either. Have any of you seen the necklace??” Pansy blurted out in a rage. But before anyone could answer she began raving again.
“Yeah that’s what I thought! I won’t believe it until I see it”

And with that Pansy stormed out of the great hall and made a for the Slytherin common room. She barked the house password before proceeding into the room and breaking a regal vase positioned by the doorway. She stormed around for a few minutes but quickly formed a plan to try and search for (y/f/n)s necklace. Pansy knew you were out for the evening doing quidditch practise and shouldn’t be back for a while.

She crept up to the girl’s dormitories, she scoped out the area. It seemed relatively quiet. So strutted her way down the hallway of doors, towards (y/f/n)’s room.

The door was already unlocked. Pansy pushed it wide open and lock eyes on the dresser adjacent to the door. There laying right on the dresser was the small velvet covered box. Pansy glared at the object, before reaching for it and haphazardly popping it open to reveal the piece of jewellery.

She walked over to the mirror without taking her eyes of the treasure and pulled it gently out of the box. After placing the box down on (y/f/n)’s desk, Pansy pulled the crest up to her neck and attempted to fix the clasp behind her head.

“WHAT do you think you’re doing?!” You raged seeing Pansy in YOUR room, wearing YOUR necklace.

Pansy snapped her head around and in a panic tried to rip the necklace off. You watched as the silver chain snapped and fell to the floor. Your eyes fixated on the heap of silver, and you felt tears beginning to form. Before you could shout more Pansy walked briskly past you, showing an odd mix of emotions. As if she was trying to decide whether to feel guilty about the incident or extremely smug. Nonetheless, you let her go and solemnly retrieved the fractured necklace. You sat on your bed just holding it for a while. What would you tell Draco? And what if he was mad at you for leaving it out so carelessly? An unfamiliar feeling of anxiety grew inside of you.

After a while, you heard a gentle knock at the door.

“(Y/f/n)? You in there? It’s me Draco” the door opened slowly showing Draco, his slender figure hovered within the doorway. He timidly made his way over to you, and noticed your tears.

“Hey, hey don’t cry (y/f/n) .Please don’t cry” he consoled as he pulled your body into his, running his fingers gently through your hair.

“I’m sorry Draco” you sniffed. “It’s broken”
His face soften a little.

“It’s okay baby. It’s not your fault, I know. Pansy told me what happened.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” You looked up into his eyes

“How could I be mad at you (y/f/n)?” he pleaded while wiping the tears from your cheeks. You stared into each other’s eyes for a while, taking each other in. Draco pulled you up by your hand and hugged you tightly.

“Don’t worry” he whispered “We will get her back, I promise” you smiled a little at that and knew you sure as hell would.

Brady Skjei - Summer Ice

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

“The Auston Matthews one was too cute! Could you write one for Brady Skjei? Where the reader is a competitive figure skater so they always end up running into each other and like one another please? 😊” - @mrsjasperdent
Once again, I’m posting at midnight because that’s when my nerves say, “f*ck it, just post the damn story already.”
Word count: 1883
Warnings: none.
It was 5:00am, the sun wasn’t even out yet and you were already lacing up your skates for a morning around the rink. The summer time was your most peaceful training days. You always wake up around 4:30am and make it to the rink around 5:00 to work on your skills and a little practice on your speed. There’s nothing quite like stepping onto clean ice first thing in the morning. The sound of your blades cutting through the ice is the most soothing thing. You get a few laps in before setting up cones at the far end of the rink to isolate your stretches and skills practice.
While you are working on your form a boy decides to weave in and out of your cones.
“Can I help you?” You ask, not amused by this lack of privacy you clearly want due to the barrier of cones you placed.
This was the second day this man has interrupted your solo skate session. The zamboni rider said that this skater was in the NHL and visiting home for the summer.
“Yes, you can help me,” he smirks and starts to skate circles around you. “You didn’t give me the time of day to introduce myself yesterday to you.”
Your arms are now across your chest and you’re trying to make it apparent that you aren’t interested in an introduction. Sure, he was cute. Like, REALLY cute. But you don’t need some NHL player ruining your morning routine.
“Because I’m kind of busy conditioning,” you state. He still has a dumb smile upon his face and you’re trying your best to not smile back. His expression is kind of contagious but you want to stand your ground.
“Well, then I’m really sorry to interrupt,” he finally apologizes, “but, I wanted to introduce myself. My name is Brady. I really like your commitment to skating and would love to take you to coffee or something after you’re done.” You give him a what-are-you-up-to stare.
“My name is (y/n) and I don’t drink coffee.” You try your best to not sound rude. You truly hate coffee but find yourself letting your guard down and wanting to go out to at least get breakfast with him.
“But, I do like pancakes. At the Diner across the street? If you can leave me alone to practice and continue whatever it is that you came here to accomplish. I can meet you there around 6:30?” You suggest. His smile grows larger.
“It’s a date, then!” He skates away backwards from you.
“This is not a date!” You yell, but you can clearly see he is not letting this be anything less than flirting.
What the absolute heck did you get yourself into? You only had a tank top and sweats to change into after practice since you planned on going home straight after and probably napping. Now you had a breakfast plan ( it’s NOT a date) with some tall NHL player.
You pull your small blue sedan into the gravel parking lot of the diner. You can already see Brady waiting inside. He’s kind of hard to miss considering he’s a giant towering over every senior citizen couple currently in the diner. You giggled at the sight.
Walking into the diner you see Brady’s face turn into nothing less than a huge smile.
“See, my date IS here. So can I get my reserved table now?” He tells the lady at the front counter.
“It’s not a date,” you whisper to the lady as she is escorting you two to a booth. She flashed you a fake smile and simply sets down the menus before walking away.
“So, not to sound cliche…but, do you come here often?” Brady immediately had a look of regret on his face after asking. You tried to hold back laughter. In fear the sudden outburst of giggles might send one of the senior couples in the diner straight to the hospital from shock.
“Not really,” you replied, “I just know they have decent pancakes.”
“I hope they have better pancakes than their service,” he chuckled, “ I don’t think the host is too fond of us.”
You two talked about each of your passion for the ice and how your schedules at the rink match up enough for this breakfast thing to become a routine.
“To be completely honest, figure skating is a pretty lonely sport. I don’t practice with anyone else besides my occasional trainer before competitions. I wouldn’t mind being your friend on and off the ice.” You admit to Brady. Brady looks deep in thought while sipping hot chocolate out of a straw. Yes, this 6 foot man ordered a hot chocolate. Not only did he order a hot chocolate but, now he’s drinking it out of a freaking bendy straw.
“Friends?” He asks, “I suppose that will work for now (y/n). Same time at the rink tomorrow?”
You shrug then agree and leave once you’ve paid for your check. Which he tried to cover but, no way in heck were you letting him think this was a date.
Over the next two weeks it was the same routine: You’d wake up at 4:30am, get to the the rink by 5:00am, Brady would bug you for quite a while as soon as he arrived (usually around 5:30am), and you’d both go out for breakfast.
It was nice having someone up that early to start your day with. There was no doubt in your mind that you definitely had feelings for him. Who wouldn’t have feelings for such a goofball of a hockey player? But, you never dated. You’ve always been a lone wolf with figure skating being your top priority over dating boys. Getting into your first relationship with a man who’s career took him on endless road trips with countless female attention in every city he visited didn’t sound to appealing. Besides, you were under the impression that this past two weeks of flirting and keeping company was just a way for him to pass time.
It was just another morning at the rink. Per usual you did a few laps and then began setting up your cones. Consistency is clearly key when it comes to conditioning. Brady skated in only a few moments after you finished setting up.
“So, I know breakfast is great and all… but, can we do lunch? Or dinner, or a picnic by a lake? A MELTED LAKE. It’s summer and all we’ve done is come to the rink and the diner.” He dramatically goes on while skating in circles around you.
“Well, you can take yourself on a picnic or out to dinner. I’m not stopping you there.” I say, just trying to move past the fact that I’d love to spend more time with him. All I do after our mornings together is think of all the pros and cons of falling for this man. I think about how we have common interests and the only other men in your career path are gay or egotistical. Figure skating wasn’t for finding a soulmate unless you started off in this industry already as a couple.
Brady dramatically runs his hands down his face in frustration. “Whyyy won’t you just be my girlfriend?” he whines. He’s stopped skating in circles around you at this point. Taking this opportunity, you start to do small circles around him, “well, Brady,” you start off, “You never actually asked.” You give him a wink then quickly skate away. You can hear his blades hitting the ice fast behind you. As you try to pivot to see how far ahead you are, he (as gently as a hockey player could possibly) runs you into the glass.
“Geez, Brady. I’m not a hockey player.” You say while trying to get back the breath that was just knocked out of you.
“I feel this might be my last resort to make sure you don’t get away.” He definitely said that with some truth to it.
You’re against the boards with nowhere to go. Also, there’s never anyone else in the rink at this time. “Okay, Brady. Shoot. Tell me how you feel.”
He shakes his head, “not on the ice.” He backs off of you and the glass. Grabbing your hands to lead you off the ice and onto the benches that overlook the rink. You realize this is the first time you’ve actually had physical contact. These past two weeks never involved hugging or hand holding. The base of the flirting was all words. It was never actually intimacy.
“So,” he sighs, “I know I’ve been annoying these past weeks.” You slightly nods in agreement.
“But, (y/n) I don’t know what to do to make you like me. I never wanted to try and make any moves on you. You aren’t someone I’m trying to hit and quit. If you’re willing or even feel slightly the same towards me…” he takes a deep breath, “ then, will you please, go out on an official date with me?”
“Brady Skjei, you are by far the most annoying man that has ever interrupted my morning practice routine.” You begin. Instantly Brady’s face looks like he made a huge mistake admitting any feelings towards you.
“But,” you continue, “it’s something I’ve gotten used to and I’m not sure how I feel about it stopping. You’re all I think about and it sucks. It sucks thinking I’ve fallen for some damn hockey player who is leaving Minnesota soon. A state I feel I’m stuck in despite all this effort I put in to leave. Sure, I travel for competition. But, I always end up back here. You have a team. You have New York. You have so much more that I can’t possibly be a part of after a few breakfasts together.” You vent out as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever say to him. He can recognize you’re frustrated and truly have had this on your mind this entire time you’ve been spending the summer together. He kneels down in front of you so you have nowhere to look but directly into his eyes.
“We can make all that work if you’d JUST DATE ME.” He was slightly losing it. This makes you burst into uncontrollable laughter. He begins to rub his face out of anguish once more.
“(Y/n) you’re making this so much more complicated than it needs to be.” He almost grunts out while his hands are still covering his face. He then throws his hands up in the air, “if you like me and I like you; then, I don’t think anything else matters. JUST BE MY GIRLFRIEND.”
He’s now resting his hands on your knees. Placing your hands over his, you give him a nod. “Okay. Sure, WHY NOT? Let’s make this happen.” That goofy smile you remember from day one returns to his face as he stands up in front of you. Quickly grabbing ahold of you, he picks you up and spins you around.
“You won’t regret this!” He says before skipping off the bleachers while still holding you.
“Oh, stop over thinking everything.” He smirks.

After all this time, I’ve realised that I want to become a thinker of brave and dangerous thoughts once again. I want to be sunshine, with my words radiating pure kindness and warmth, and I want to allow them to dance softly to the rhythms of conversations and not be scared that someone will try and stop them dancing.

I want to stand strong and tall and beautiful and know what the blissful feeling of having no fear is. I want to be fearless, as though I have a big red cape and magic powers, there for me to rely on instead of constantly depending on others. So instead, I can fix myself, and maybe help them along the way as well, as a sort of thank you.

I want to start to document those moments in life that show me where I truly belong and where my mind is just bursting with song. I want to be able to look back on those moments where I am shaking from euphoria and the pure thrill of being alive; when it feels as if my soul is smiling and I am laughing. I want to be able to remember things like camping on the beach in the summer, the days of sandy knees, bitter whisky, and all the best kinds of people.

I want to always be reminded of those moments that show us how we are all tornadoes, raging through days and nights, never quite sure when we will stop spinning. And that is the beautiful thing, because each morning when the sea kisses the shore and the sun blesses us with its rays of warmth once again, we still keep going, these crazy tornadoes, spinning on and on.

So I think I want to feel like that again, and live experiences like that again, for there is no more perfect cure for a muddled soul and a bruised heart than to start to simply appreciate being human.

—  carlinrose

frozenchaos5  asked:

The people of arendalle use how Anna runs to and from the castle to judge how the day is gonna go and what threats they may face for instance Anna running out of the forest with a look of utter terror on her face into the court yard and grabbing a cannon to fight a Dragon tells them to run and hide

Oh My

How to survive in Arendelle for dummies? :D

Arendelle citizens considered themselves very lucky. They lived in a quiet, prosperous country under a rule of a wise, beautiful Queen with magic powers, and her sister with the best human skills you could get. But people are only people, royals included, and they always have some quirks. Why not use them in your advance to make your life even better?

When talking about ruling the country by royal sisters, their different personalities influenced greatly the way the kingdom operated. People dealing with the Queen and the Princess on a daily basis worked out a strategy that had nothing to do with actual ruling. By trial and error citizens of Arendelle learned how to deal with their monarch and her sister to make things easy and smooth for everybody.

Anna liked to sleep in. Elsa liked to get up early.  Anna liked changes. Elsa liked routine. Anna liked confrontation. Elsa liked stability. Anna liked to discuss things. Elsa liked to work on problems alone. Anna liked  noisy and crowded council chambers. Elsa liked solitude and quiet of her office. Anna liked attention. Elsa liked to be left alone. Anna liked abstract ideas. Elsa liked definite plans. Anna was emotional. Elsa was rational. Elsa hated to be disturbed. Anna didn’t mind. They both loved chocolate.

So for example if somebody wanted their problem to be heard by the monarch, they left a letter with detailed information (the more sophisticated phrases the better) and a few small bitter chocolate candies (very crucial, other kinds of chocolate were reserved for afternoon, no exceptions) wrapped in blue paper for Kai to bring them to Elsa during her morning tea. But if it was Anna they wanted to approach, they did it personally, never before lunch and always with a big bar of chocolate (of any kind, Anna was not picky).

Of course there were times when all the rules went with wind. Like during Summer Frozen Dragons Festival. There were no meetings with royals, all their time was reserved for kids. So the best for adults was to stay inside the houses where an outside mayhem and summer heat could not reach. It started with Elsa creating an Ice Dragon for a kid  named Fredmund and when other kids heard about it, it quickly escalated into annual event, with an army of little knights armed with wooden swords leaded by Princess Anna fighting with Ice and Snow Dragons created by Queen Elsa. While kids and royals made havoc, parents relaxed inside their houses, drinking iced tea (thanks to royal magic) and playing board games. 

They knew that their children were perfectly safe fighting dragons under care of their royals.

dest-writes  asked:

could you do camp counselor!jun where he and y/n are both camp counselors and he has a crush on her because she's so good with all the kids even the troublemakers the jun can NEVER get to obey him heehee thank you love

• omg yes this is so cute okay so you had been volunteering to be a counselor at this camp for the past five years after you had gotten too old to attend it as a camper so you were like why wouldn’t someone come back to this place??? you enjoyed like all the memories you had made of sitting around the campfire struggling to get your marshmallow off of the stick perfectly into the graham cracker or the time when you went kayaking for the first time and nearly flipped yourself over
• the camp was a place of happiness for you like whenever school got too hard or stressful you would motivate yourself to think like hey only a few more months/weeks until you can be back out in the wilderness air
• also you pretty much knew every single camp counselor that worked there and you were pretty much close with all of them there but when you arrive at the campsite and flip up the list of camp counselors you see wen junhui and youre like ??? who is this guy and so you’re like super focused when all the counselors pass into the main hall and so far everyones faces are familiar and you give a nod and a wave towards them but then an unfamiliar face passes through the entrance
• and oh my gosh your heartbeat just picked up and it’s so loud that you’re sure this new guy can hear it and you exhale a wow because he is the singlehandedly most handsome man you have ever seen and you’re pretty sure everyone else at this point is watching the color rise to your cheeks and your mouth slightly agape
• and you’re like this is wen junhui and oh gosh is he approaching you right now??? and he stops in front of you and wow he basically towers over you and he gives you a smile and oh wow his eyesmile is beautiful and he puts his hand out and he introduces himself as jun and that he’s your camp counselor partner in crime and your heartbeat must be insane at this point and then he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth and kisses it and you’re like I CANT WHO EVEN IS THIS MAN
• then he tells you that he will enjoy working with you this summer and part of you is like how am i going to deal with him this whole summer??? especially since you two are going to co-counsel your favorite cabin of counselors and oh boy here we go
• so on the first day of the job you had to visit juns cabin because it was ten minutes before the kids were supposed to meet in the clearing and jun was nowhere to be found so here you were knocking on the door to only be met with silence on the other end and you kind of just huffed because how has this boy slept through his alarms this late??? so there you are still furiously knocking on the door until he opens it and he’s pulling his shirt over his head and oh wow that’s his chest right there and wow he’s so close right now and you kind of just inhale because wow he’s handsome and toned and oh boy jun is watching the color rise to your cheeks and now you’re like oh uh we gotta go now and he’s like well alright and just continues walking as if you didn’t just see him shirtless???
• so you’re flustered walking with him all the way down to the gathering and jun and you decide to step back and let him try to wrangle up the kids attention at first because lets be honest you still need time to calm down from your experience five minutes ago
• so there is jun who keeps saying excuse me and waving his hands around and keeps huffing and stops his foot just like a little kid and youre having to stifle a laugh because wow this is so cute and so you move over to him and pat his chest and you’re like let me handle this one okay??? and so you just whistle once and clear your throat and all the kids turn around and a sheet of silence falls over on them and now it’s jun’s turn for his mouth to go agape and he’s seriously impressed at just how fast you got all the kids under control in less than five seconds and he feels a surge of admiration flow through him because how do you manage to do this???
• so you divulge into the instructions on making their own custom door handles for their bunks so you and jun pass out all the supplies and jun cant help but notice how once you pass out all the stuff the kids smile back at you with the widest toothy grin and so he tries his best to offer a smile to kids as his passes colored pencils out and a few of the kids just look at his forced smile and are like no but the second that one of then little girls finally returns a timid grin juns heart is like I DID IT
• you obviously pick up on him trying to be more friendly with the kids and you cant help but smile and your heart is so soft and especially the little girls are like tugging at his sleeve because this boy is a ladies man with all except one little girl
• and so jun comes over to you and whispers into your ear and oh boy here come the goosebumps again and hes asking how to handle that one little girl who just seems to be the troublemaker and wont listen to him and insists upon running around the grounds with scissors even though jun was pleading for her to stop and hes telling you how you’re just so good with the kids and he wants to be that good and wow he just cant understand how someone can handle all these kids the way you do
• face is just as flushed as it has ever been and you tell him you’ll show him how its done so you go down and perch next to the troublesome little girl who now is prying the other camper’s colored pencils from their hands and claiming them as her own and you whisper a few words to her before her eyes grow wide and she nods quickly and hands the pencils back to the other kids and mutters an apology and there is jun again in complete awe at the way you handled another one of these children and wow is jun thinking how good you would be with his children and how good of a mother youd be and he has to look away because wow his face is flushed now again
• that night when the camp counselors are all gathered around the fire and jun plops himself down next to you and playfully bumps your shoulder while giving you that cheesy little smile that he gave you this morning and his voice is kind of small but admiring when he tells you that he really admires how well you handled the situations today and that also he thinks you’re super pretty and with a small little wink he mentions how tomorrow he’ll try his best to meet you like he did this morning
• and thus begins the sweet summer camp counselor romance between you and wen junhui the cheesiest camp counselor to ever walk foot on these grounds and also your favorite one too but you wouldnt tell him that now would you

Fanfic Writer Wednesday - The Back Catalogue Edition (January ‘17)

So, @chocolatequeennk and I chatted briefly the other week about my attempts to roll my fic rec tag into manageable rec posts once a month - and I want to go back to doing that, because it means I get to re-share super excellent fic with you all, all over again. 

So. We’ll go back to January for this week, and go weekly ‘til I catch up and then we’ll do this monthly. Hopefully, it will have the added bonus of meaning I reblog more fic in order to fill the post. Win/win, I think! 

(Long-ass rec post under the cut)

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SuperBat Rec List

Since I’ve been asked to make a fic rec list for the new SuperBat shippers….

Disclaimer: None of these fics are mine, they have just been compiled by me! All authors have been linked/credited. 

“Helpless” By:  sofia_gigante - NSFW 

When a near-death experience brings Superman’s desire for Batman out into the open, a dark and surreal relationship grows between the two heroes. However, when Clark’s obsession with Batman’s identity collides with Bruce’s trust issues, their games come to a bitter end. Months later, Clark is distracted from his heartbreak by the assignment of a lifetime—an interview with billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne. Unaware of their shared past—or secret identities—Clark and Bruce’s mutual attraction grows into a fledgling relationship. Faced with the potential for something real, they both must decide if they can still live double lives—or if the cost of secrecy will be too high to pay. (Part #1 of the Dark Knight, Bright Son series, which I would highly suggest!)

“World’s Finest Handjob” By:  linndechir - NSFW

Clark sees Bruce in public for the first time since Batman and Superman started working together, at another charity event in Metropolis. He’s fascinated by how different Bruce’s public persona is from the Bruce he’s come to know. Bruce catches him watching and promptly ambushes Clark in the bathroom.

“And You Said Yes as I said Please”   By: figure8  -NSFW

Bruce pushes him into the shower. “You’re embarrassing.”
“You love it,” Clark grins, and Bruce answers him by angling the showerhead so that the water sprays him aggressively right in the face. (PART #7 of the  it’s not where you come from (it’s where you belong)  series, which I also highly recommend!)

“Tha-Thump” By:  haljordont

There is Bruce in a Gotham summer, down to tight-fitting shirts and khaki shorts. And then there is Bruce in a Kansas summer, looking like a drowned cat for all the sweat when he sits on the porch for more than fifteen minutes.

It’s the best kind of torture Clark has ever experienced.

“Five Times Alfred and Martha tried to play Matchmakers (And one time they didn’t have to)” By:  Aniel_H

The one where Alfred and Martha decide Bruce and Clark are perfect for each other and team up to set up the two caped idiots romantically.

“Two Years In The Making” By:  knoxoursavior

Bruce’s mornings are usually spent in bed, trying to ignore the pain in his hips and his knees as he finally gets up and answers Alfred’s insistent calls to breakfast. He expects to find Alfred waiting patiently in the kitchen, arms crossed and ready to tie Bruce to a chair if he needs to.

Instead, there’s Clark Kent, eating his toast and drinking his orange juice and decidedly not dead.

Alfred could’ve warned him.

“Learning Curves” By:  manic_intent

“You’re late.” Bruce told him, feigning a little scowl. “I sent you a text an hour ago.”

“Some of us have real jobs.” Clark tried his best to sound nonchalant. Bruce had clearly been waiting for him since a dinner engagement: he was still in a beautifully made tux, slim-fitting, bow-tie and all, the sharp line of his cuffs cut against gorgeously soft-looking white gloves. Clark was glad for the wool of his coat, as his trousers grew tight. Bruce would’ve made fun of him for that.

“Don’t I own the Daily Planet? Maybe the editor, whats-his-name, should just assign you to me full time. The Wayne Desk, they could call it.” Bruce smirked as Clark crowded him against the rail, circling an arm around the small of his back.

“When Bruce Met Clark” By:  winchesterfiesta

Bruce Wayne tells his parents the story of how he and Clark Kent got together, and the story of their relationship so far

“Cadence” By:  manic_intent

Bruce was stalling. Clark knelt in the tub of his apartment’s tiny bathroom, arms folded on the ceramic lip, hiding his grin, glasses balanced further on the edge, watching as Bruce studied the sink and the mirrored cabinet as though it held the secrets to the universe. Bruce’s suit jacket was somewhere in the living room, and his blue shirt was rolled up to his elbows, but he was still far too dressed up for what Clark had thought was an obvious proposition.

“Bruce,” Clark prompted, as seriously as he could. It was proving surprisingly hard to keep a straight face when naked and chest-deep in warm water.

“I’ve always wondered,” Bruce said mildly, without even looking over, as though both of them were having a casual conversation over lunch. “How the hell do you shave?”

jackcrutchies  asked:

Hey! Could I have some Jack/Crutchie sickfic please?

(I adore me some Jack/Crutchie so here you go friend!)

Crutchie stood in line at the distribution center, leaning heavily on his crutch. When he awoke that morning, he knew that something was off. His skin was cold but yet he felt like he was burning up, and even a slight sweat lined his brows. Of course it came to no surprise for him to land a common cold, especially given that he worked outside in all kind of weather. But it was still nice outside, summer had barely given way to autumn, and the air was still warm as the leaves slowly began to change colors. So he brushed it off to being nothing, not wanting to mention to any of the other boys, especially Jack, and decided that the best way to deal with whatever it was, was to simply push through his day.

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shipping-trash3  asked:

can you do Aruani

Sure thing!

  1. Armin and Annie are both night owls, and will stay up to the wee hours of the morning talking or reading together in bed. They’re both also, conveniently, grumps in the morning. So their negativity kind of cancels each other out.
  2. They try to have date night once or twice a month. One will usually be the classic dinner and a movie, and the other will be something unique and fun like pottery painting, visiting a museum, pumpkin picking in the fall, or going for a long walk in a local park in the summer. Winter dates are usually held in the apartment. 
  3. Armin and Annie bring out the best in one another. Annie willingly opens up around Armin, and Armin feels more confident around Annie. There’s just something about the other that makes them feel comfortable and safe and LOVED, and it’s so beautiful. 
  4. They’re both prone to getting cold easily, so their apartment is full of blankets and sweaters. Annie has a habit of taking Armin’s sweatshirts, even though they’re practically the same size. And Armin makes really good hot chocolate. Their winter campouts are the coziest things imaginable. 
  5. They both really like to dance, and take every opportunity they can to dance together. It’s not uncommon to see them slow dancing in the kitchen to the beat of an April rainstorm. 
  6. Annie loves when Armin geeks out about something. She loves to hear his enthusiastic explanations of his new favorite book or TV show, and watch his eyes light up with pure joy at this new thing he’s found. She’ll often provoke conversations about the thing just to hear him get all excited, (and it’s even better when she reads/watches the thing too!)
  7. They have two cats: Sanderson and Phillipa. They call them Sandy and Pippa respectively. 
  8. Annie is not much of a cuddler, but she’ll do it for Armin. He knows that she needs her space, and respects that distance most of the time. It’s only on nights where he’s feeling down, or she’s stressed, or their both feelings extra romantic that the cuddles ensue. 
  9. They often host squad holiday parties. 
  10. Armin loves Annie’s sense of humor. Since she’s so quiet around the group, most people don’t know just how funny she is, but Armin does, and he can’t get enough of her witty jokes and dry, sarcastic comments. They have a running commentary at home. 


A very late journal entry,
my heart is constantly disorganized.
I shelve some feelings for a rainy day. I do.
I tie my regrets to my favorite bag of tea,
I drink it every morning.
Poetry on my worst days.
Poetry on my empty days.
Poetry on my best days.
Poetry for you kind of days.
I spill it every damn night.
I love like an open wound, fuck the band-aids.
I love like winter, you’re dead to me,
but I still wonder.
I love like summer, these memories, dear, dear– Another lover.
I love like spring, if you choose to bloom–
pretty please, for my eyes only.
I love like autumn, red leaves; lovers– darling– they’ll change on you.


When you feel before you think,
when the sound of apologies
make for a perfect song–
those silly tears you’ll
randomly cry while driving.

Everything they claimed
that you’d never achieve.
When all you ever do is wait,
darling– this patience?

It’s not waiting. It’s hope.


Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Word count: 1748

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve, Nat

Warnings: injury to reader and other characters, angsty stuff

Summary: Bucky runs away on a mission after he helps tend to your wounds.

It was a long drive back to the Tower. Good thing the cars that SHIELD provided you with had tinted windows, because you didn’t want any police sticking their noses in and noticing the couple of bloodied agents in the back seat. That would raise awkward questions that you were too tired and in too much pain to answer. You didn’t want to get hauled down to another police station, not when you were so close to the Tower.

It said a lot that of you, Nat and Steve, only you were fit to drive. Kind of. The sunglasses you were wearing hid your left eye, which was swollen nearly shut, and your clothes were tattered, but covered the rest of your injuries. Every time you braked, the pain in your ribs shot through your whole side. You’d definitely broken a few. Behind you, Nat clutched a broken arm, and Steve was out cold. The silence in the car was thick, only broken by the occasional shuddering breath or gasp of pain when you turned too sharply.

“He still breathing?” you asked Nat, face grim. Steve had taken the worst of it, intent on protecting you both. There were bullet wounds in his shoulder and side.

“Think so,” Nat mumbled. You glanced at them in the mirror. Nat was nearly out too, eyes drooping as she leaned against the window, and Steve…The hand that was pressed to his side was the same bright scarlet as food colouring. Not a natural colour.

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フロントメモリー (Front Memory)

This is surely boredom, but
This is surely ennui, but
On the rooftop, I’m breaking down again
A man and woman on the train, a love story
I board the last train coming back and
Record the evening
Suddenly, I want to eat ice cream on this midsummer day
Outside is gleaming and burning hot
Sometimes I feel a phobia from you
42 kilos heavy
Using emoji, distorted emotions
I record the evening
Like always, I couldn’t go forward earlier
In this kind of summer again
I put on my tight shoes
Three Point
You can’t decide, right?
Today, I have no motivation
I hold my lucky item
Hip-Hopping, pretending I live with a sense of duty
Conversation Comprehension
I mail you, pretending I’m out when I’m all by myself
“iloveyou”    When did I learn that in English?
I can’t do my best, I can’t do my best
Yo, I can’t live like this
I,m bloodygirling,   Leading part is boring
Say Yeah!
Suddenly, I want to eat ice cream on this midsummer day
Outside is gleaming and burning hot
The electric fan is whirring in my face,
I lean in and make frog sounds
The 3 o'clock feeling lays heavily
Looking out the window, I doze
I don’t understand myself
Like always, I couldn’t go forward earlier
In this kind of summer again,
I squeeze on my shoes
Three Point
You can’t decide, right?
And summer comes again
Without my recorded scenery playing back, the New Beat morning is very…
Summer and SUMMERtime
Leaving the August train station,
I shout and cry into the rice patties 
I wonder if I can do my best today
This is a continuation of yesterday
On the rooftop, I’m breaking down again
A man and woman on a train, a love story
I board the last train coming back and
Record the evening
I can’t do my best, I can’t do my best
Yo, I can’t go on like this
I,mbloodygirling, Lead role is boring
Say Yeah!
I can’t do my best, I can’t do my best
Yo, I can’t go on like this
I,mbloodygirling, So bloody happy 
Like last summer again
Last summer again
And summer comes again
Without my recorded scenery playing back, the New Beat morning is very…
Summer and SUMMERtime
Leaving the August train station,
I shout and cry into the rice patties
Comeonbaby yeah!

Preference #37: Little Girls (Ashton)

Read Calum’s here . Hope you like it, all feedback welcome :)

It was Ashton’s idea and he was so proud. Calum had suggested getting Lia a puppy, and Ashton would do anything to make his little girl happy. She was still only 4 years old and she hadn’t gotten over the birth of her newborn brother. She had liked him a lot, it just came as shock to her that she wasn’t the centre of attention anymore. She had always been her Daddy’s little princess and she had never expected that to change but in her mind her place had been filled by baby Harry Irwin. Ashton wouldn’t agree with this. Ashton thought he could never love anyone so much when little Amelia was born and was nervous about having a son, but his heart expanded and he felt the same love for Harry as he did when his daughter was born. But in no way did that mean that they loved Amelia any less. He tried to spend as much time as possible with his little munskin but time wasn’t always plentiful with an upcoming album and a newborn in the house. Amelia felt she had been forgotten, replaced.

“I’m going to go and live with Uncle Mikey,” Amelia announced her voice stern and not at all childlike. She was packing crayons and barbies into her pink ladybug backpack. Ashton only laughed, but his daughter had a pout on her face, instead of her usual grin.

“I’m not coming back. Alex and Ryan can be my new brothers. I don’t like Harry,” Amelia told him. Ashton looked up his phone. He was sitting on Amelia’s princess bed, but paying less attention to his daughter then she would of liked.

“Why don’t you like Harry?” Ashton asked, concerned. Amelia was so excited to have a brother and he was surprise to find that there was nothing but seriousness in her voice.

“I just don’t. You can leave now,” Amelia said. She stood up from the carpet and made her way over to her wardrobe, that was too small for her excessive amount of clothes. Ashton stared at her, taken aback.

“Don’t you wanna play tea party?” He asked. He didn’t mind so much that her daughter was being rude. Lia may be tiny, but she had Ashton wrapped around her finger since the day that she was born.

“No. Bye Dad,” Lia was on her tiptoes, flicking her clothes on the rack just like you would of done. Ashton smiled at her before, getting up off her bed.

“You don’t talk to your Daddy like that Amelia. How about we have a movie night, we can build a fort and invite Sienna over,” Ashton knew there was nothing his daughter liked more than movie nights with pillow forts and ice cream.

“Whatever. I’m busy,” Lia replied. Ashton sighed but left it at that, knowing that once his daughter decided on something it was near impossible to change her mind. Ashton left her big pink bedroom, shaking his head. At 4 years old Amelia was much more of a drama queen than Ashton could ever imagine.

She was acting very strange after that and constantly threw tantrums and everyone knew that it was because she was jealous of Harry but no one knew what to do about it. Calum suggested getting her a puppy, (because Calum thinks everything can be resolved with a puppy) and it kind of worked and Amelia decided that she like Harry and she was best friends with her mum again and she put up with Ashton, but it still wasn’t right. It was so hard for Ashton, with a newborn and a puppy, (not to mention the album) because he just wanted Lia to be his little princess again.

It was 7am on a summers morning when Ashton finally decided to do something about it. He was staring at the ceiling, next to you and Harry who were peacefully sleeping. He shot up out of bed and into the kitchen, gathering the necessary equipment and writing you a note before entering Lia’s room.

“Wake up sleepy head,” Ashton shook Amelia gently before she swatted him away with her skinny arm.

“’M not goin’ to school,” she mumbled into her pillow and turning away from her father’s eager eyes.

“You don’t have to,” Ashton lifted Lia out of her bed, and she clung to his kneck.

“Go ‘way,” she yawned, but put her head on his shoulder all the same. Ashton picked a few of her favourite stuffed animals off the floor and put her polk-a-dot welly boots on her bare feet before carrying her to the car.

“Where are we going?” Lia yanwed from the back of the car as Ashton drove.

“I’m taking you out for breakfast,” Ashton announced, smiling at how clever it was.

“Why? I can’t go, I’m in my pyjamas,” Lia mumbled, gesturing to her cotton yellow nightdress.

“I still think you’re beautiful. It’s like a date, Lia. I’m taking you on a date.” Ashton was so proud. That would have to resolved the issues with his daughter. Amelia still talked to him of course, she was 4 she had no choice. But she called him, “Dad.” and it sounded cold and unloving instead of the happiness in her voice when she said, “Daddy” like he was used to. He missed her falling asleep on his chest mumbling about how her day went and her sticky kisses and they way she looked into his eyes and smiled, her dimples almost deeper than his.

“I don’t want to go on a date with you,” Lia pouted and Ashton’s heart broke. What happened to his Daddy’s little girl? He ignored what he said and finally arrive at their destination, a quiet lake not to far from their suburban home.

He left the car taking the basket he had prepared earlier and Lia followed, not wanting to interact with her father, but not wanting to stay in the car on her own either. Ashton prepared the picnic that he had planned out in so much detail in his head while Amelia took off her boots and walked carefully on the hard stones and into the lake, playing contently under Ashton’s watchful eye.

“Lia!” Ashton called when he was finally ready. “Wanna join me on the picnic?” He watched as his daughter pondered for a moment, before walking up to join him. She sat crossed legged on the blanket, as he was.

“See it’s like a tea party,” Ashton smiled, gesturing to your grandmother’s china that he has stolen from the cabinet. Amelia looked at her Dad, starting him up and down, not knowing where he was going with this. Neither of them knew what to say.

“Have you got my princess crown?” Lia asked, referring to her tiara that was made of “Real Diamonds” that she had received as one of her many birthday gifts from Ashton.

Ashton mentally cursed himself, before searching in his carrier bag. “No. I’ve got one of Mummy’s hats thought.” Ashton placed the floppy sunhat on her tiny head, knowing how much she loved to dress up in your things. She giggled, moving her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. Ashton cut her a slice of cake and open a juice box for her before sitting back to watch her.

“Mummy says we can’t have cake for breakfast,” Lia looked up at Ashton, her eyebrows furrowed. Ashton was usually the type of Dad to back up what you said, which was usually easy because both of you tended to spoil your daughter.

“Well Mummy’s not here, is she?” Ashton smirked and Lia’s eyes lit up and a huge grin appeared on her face, her dimpled showing. That was the smile that Ashton was looking for. She ate her cake with the plastic fork that Ashton had supplied, getting crumbs down her dress and leaving cream and jam on the corners of her mouth. Ashton watcher her, sipping apple juice like a toddler, wondering how he would ask her why she was behaving strangely the past few weeks.

“Amelia…”Ashton started, but was cut off.

“Don’t call me that. I like Lia better,” Lia insisted through a mouthful of cake. She spoke so well for a 4 year old, even though she was smaller than average child of her age. She sounded so proper, even with vanilla crumbs pooling out of her mouth. Ashton wondered where she had gotten it from, it wasn‘t you and it definitely wasn‘t him either. “Okay, Lia. Do you…do you not like me anymore?” Ashton asked, pleading for his little girl to come back. Lia looked up at him with her big eyes and wiped the sticky mess from her face with the back of her had, like you had warned her not to do so many times before.

“No. I don’t like you,” Lia said simply, liked it was so obvious. “But you don’t like me either.” Ashton’s thought’s completely stopped and he stared at Amelia. She stared back, her eyes sad and her lips curled into a small pout.

“What? Why would you think that Amelia? That’s crazy!” Ashton shouted but whispered the last part. Amelia, his baby girl thought that he didn’t like her. He couldn’t believe he let their relationship get to this point. He felt like crying.

Amelia looked down her lip was wobbling and there were tears stinging her eyes but she was clenching her eyes shut and muttering that she couldn’t cry. “Because you like Harry more than me.”

Ashton rubbed his temples, thinking of away to explain the situation to her without sounding like a liar. He had told her many times before that he loved them both the same now, but he hadn’t really lived up to it, fussing over Baby Harry so much that Lia barely got a look in. He felt like such an idiot.

Amelia was still staring, but her eyes were bloodshot and there were tears running down her face. She stared with such endurance, almost boring at hole in Ashton’s sole.

“Lia, you’re my baby girl. I will never love anyone more than I love you,” Ashton’s voice was quiet and hushed and his lip was bit with worry. Amelia kept on staring and her tiny body was shaking with sobs now. Ashton didn’t hesitate to pull her onto his lap and wrap his arms tight around her promising himself that he would never get distant from her again. He rested his cheek on her soft, thin hair and there was tears in his own eyes now.

“I’m so, so, so sorry if you felt that way Lia. But I promise that I will never stop loving you no matter what. You’re my daughter, my princess. Please let me make it up to you,” Ashton begged. Amelia leaned out of his grip a bit, looking into his teary eyes with her own. She reached up to wipe away his tears, like he had done so many times for her.

“Okay,” she smiled and Ashton relaxed a bit. “I love you Daddy!” Amelia planted a wet kiss on Ashton’s lips and buried her head in his neck and Ashton gripped onto her so tight he was worried she would stop breathing. He knew that one day, his daughter would grow up and would be so distant that they would be almost like strangers and that he would never be ready, but he knew that she need to be a little girl right now, his little girl.

Should I do Michael or Luke next?

Little Rhode Island Things

(Use as you wish for fic purposes now that Jack lives in Providence) (also some of these are probably New England wide idk)

  • WICKED. everything is wicked. Wicked hot, wicked cold, wicked bad, wicked good. It’s wicked obnoxious tbh.
  • pot holes. pot holes every where.
  • drop R’s from some words and add them to others. (park = pahk, soda = soder)
  • and then we combine words weirdly? probably from talking to fast. (did you eat? = d’jeet?)
  • DEL’S LEMONADE. It’s like a lemonade slushy and the best thing about summertime is2g.
  • you can get to a beach within half an hour, no matter where you are in the state. there’s a reason we are called the Ocean State. 
  • on the same note, in the summer time, beach traffic is a thing, all day everyday, throughout almost the entire state. (in the morning it’s usually heading south to the beaches and in the afternoon going north away from the beaches)
  • milk shakes are called cabinets. i have no idea why
  • also water fountains, like the kind you drink from, are called bubblers. cause we’re cool like that.
  • you can get anywhere within the state in an hour, if there’s no traffic. also we measure distance in time and going out of the state needs like rest stops and snacks.
  • no one leaves. like seriously. my entire family with the exception of 2 of my mom’s uncles live in RI. it’s pathetic.
  • the western half of the state is considered the sticks. there’s farms and rednecks and lots of trees. (it’s where i grew up and i love it dearly)
  • Block Island is party central all summer long. You have to take an hour long ferry ride to get there, but there’s Ballard’s where you can drink on the beach, and it’s absolutely beautiful. Renting moped or bikes is super popular, and there’s tons of beautiful beaches and scenery. (the SMH team needs to rent a house here okay, Jack can afford it now)
  • when you encounter a car with Massachusetts license plates on the road, the correct terminology for the driver is a Mass-hole. always. idk what MA residents call us. dick heads probably. it’s a constant battle between which states have the worst drivers, but i’m pretty sure we are equally terrible. 
  • Newport has the best restaurants and bars in the summer. (honestly i don’t know much about the providence nightlife because convincing any of my friends/my fiance to leave the southern half of the state is super difficult. like it literally takes half an hour to drive to providence and it’s a ~project~)
  • the dunkin donuts center (The Dunk for those in the know, formerly the civic center) is probably where the falconers would play. (it’s where the p-bruins play!)
  • Rhode Island runs on dunkin. seriously. we are saturated with dunkin donuts and we drink iced coffee year round. like it’ll be 5 degrees out and i will still order an iced coffee. fight me.

I’ll probably think of more but if you have questions about RI you can always ask!

My dear and beautiful peoplee I hopeee you enjoy new part <3 <3 

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“Bad boy stole my heart” Jungkook story - Part 10

“Fuck” Jimin ran after Jungkook and you run outside with Jimin
Jungkook wasn’t there.Jimin turns towards you.
“Do you understand what you did?!” he shouted at you
“Let’s face it,you kissed back and slipped your toung in my mouth!” you shout back and laugh a little
“But…He’s my best friend!” Jimin looked at you
“You fucked this one up” he points at you and puts his hands on his head shouting in anger
“I was jealous!” you said looking at him
“How will I ever get along with him after this?” he asked you and you lifted your shoulders
“Aghhh!!!” Jimin yells
“Jimin calm down!” you put your hands on his shoulders
“I kissed you! It’s not your fault” you said looking at his eyes
“I can’t help it Y/N” Jimin puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to his body,you didn’t actually resist at all.
You were looking at Jimin and he smiled and bit his lip..Jimin leans in and kisses you again..
When you pull away,you bit your lip.
“Don’t do that..” 
“Why not?” Jimin smiled
“I think that’s not right” you said
“I understand” Jimin nodded his head
“But why-”
“Shhh” you put your finger on his mouth
“He hurt you,I don’t get it why you even care” he rolled his eyes moving away your hand
“I know..I just don’t want you two to be in a fight” you said
“We’ll be fine..Don’t worry” 
“Why did you react like that then?”
“I don’t know..I was in anger mood” Jimin looked at you
“Right” you point at him

Even thought you really wanted to kiss Jimin again..You needed to do what’s right
“We still going tomorrow?” you asked and walked home with Jimin
“Yeah..Guys and me will come and pick you up” Jimin smiled

In front of your house,you two hugged and Jimin kissed your cheek and left.
All you could think of laying on your bed was Jungkook.
His reaction and anger because of what you did.
“How am I gonna make this right!” you yelled asking yourself

Jungkook when he was at the party..Yes he flirted with that girl just to forget about you.When he looked around the room to see anyone more interesting,he saw Jimin and you making out and being all over each other.Jungkook didn’t believe his eyes and anger filled up in him..
 After you said that you kissed Jimin,he ran outside and went to the park.

“How fucking could she do that” he said to himself
“Kiss my best friend Jimin!” 
Few guys camed towards Jungkook
“What ,are you mad?” one of them asked
“Who are you?” Jungkook looked at them
“I’m John and these are rest of my friends..”
“Well then..John what do you want?” 
“Let’s make a deal…” John started
“What kind of deal?” Jungkook was intersted,but also very annoyed by John’s slow talking
“You get together with this girl and you break your ex girlfriend’s heart again and you get the money” he smiled showing you a picture of a girl that wasn’t you
Jungkook smiled looking at the picture..
“Aren’t you supposed to be a bad guy anyway?” 
“Yeah..And I am..Sure It’s a deal man” Jungkook and John shake hands

And a girl was Chloe.The girl that Jungkook threat if she tries to break you guys apart one more time,he will kill her.Jungkook didn’t mind getting back with her.
John called Chloe and she said she’ll be there in 5 minutes.As she told she camed in front of Jungkook.
“Seriously..You made me to go out with my ex?” she turns around looking at John
“Like I knew you were his girlfriend” John rolled his eyes
“It’s okay…We are great together.Right?” Jungkook smiled at Chloe and she nodded her head
“Let the deal begin..Have fun man..” John smiled
“Wait but why you want to do this anyway?” Jungkook asked
“Becase she was mean towards me the other day..Pay back time” he winks 
“Same” Jungkook smiled

Chloe and him stayed alone..
“So boyfriend what do you want to do?” Chloe smiled biting her lip
“Like you don’t know” Jungkook bit his lip and pulled her close to him and started to kiss her
“You are going tomorrow with me to the beach house” Jungkook pulled away looking at her and she just nodded her head and  got back to kissing him
“All we did when we were together is making out” she giggled
“Yeah…” Jungkook laughed 

Later that night Jimin was walking alone when he recived a text from Jungkook.
“Come in the front of school” Jungkook write

Jimin went over there and sat next to Jungkook.
“Listen man..I really didn’t want to..Like I am really sorry” Jimin looked at Jungkook and he just laughs
“It’s fine whatever bro…I forgive you..And sorry for making few cuts on your face” he added
“Oh you little shit” Jimin pushed him and they both laugh
“Why did you freak out that much anyway?” Jimin asked
“I don’t know myself” he laughs
“And you can be with her if you really want to” Jungkook looks at Jimin
“She’s just a friend..And she did that to make you jealous” 
“Jealous?!” Jungkook started to laugh
“She’s stupid” 
Jimin just looked at him 
“Anyway Jimin…I gotta tell you this,but don’t tell Y/N” Jungkook looked at him
“I won’t.I promise…What’s up?” Jimin smiled being curious
“I got back with Chloe” Jungkook didn’t want to tell the whole story
“What the fuck dude?! When?” Jimin was shocked
“About hour ago..And fine I’ll tell you..” 
Jimin just kept lookingat him with curiosity
“There’s a deal…I will get some good money,just to break Y/N’s heart again” Jungkook said
Jimin’s jaw drops
“What the fuck Jungkook?” 
“I’m a bad guy anyways..Right?” he smiled
“I fucking don’t believe what you will do” Jimin said
“Just please don’t-”
“I won’t..I said I won’t..It’s just a shock for me” Jimin laughed
“You know me Jimin..Just don’t let that get in you” Jungkook taps his back
“It won’t” Jimin smiled
“And I’m glad we made peace..I thought I’ll lose you as a best friend” Jimin laughed and both of them hug 

Tomorrow morning guys and Jimin camed to pick you up.
“Ah Jin…The oldest,of course you’re gonna drive” you joked
“It doesn’t mean I’m that old” Jin laughed

You were sitting next to Jimin.It was kind of awkward..
“How long we will stay there?” you asked 
“Maybe whole summer” Jimin smiled looking at you
“Ohhh that is awesomee!” you were excited
“Swag” Suga turns around from his seat and shows a peace sign
You laughed and looked trough the window..
You could feel Jimin eyes on you.
“Jimin..” you said and turn your head towards him
“What?” he looked at you
“Why are you staring at me?” you smiled
“No I wasn’t” Jimin said
“Yes you were!” everyone said in same voice
“No I did not!” Jimin shouted
“Right..” J-Hope said rolling his eyes

Jimin looked at you again,you were already looking at him..He just sighs and looks away because he was embarrassed.
Finally you guys arrived to the beach house
“WOOOOOOOOOOOO” V screamed running inside of the house
V and Jin went upstairs
“My room is first on the right!” V yelled
“And I am his roomate!” Jin yelled

You laughed and left your stuff.
“It is really pretty” you smiled
“Yup!” Rap Monster said 

You walked inside of the living room and it had a view towards the sea and the beach.
“SUMMER!” Jimin jumps on the couch
“Hey..I didn’t ask..But where’s Jungkook?” you looked at Jimin
“He’ll be late..But he will come” Jimin fake smiled at you.He knew that he will come with Chloe and at least try to break your heart even more.
“Why the fake smile?” you raised your eyebrow at him noticing a fake smile
“That wasn’t a fake smile” Jimin laughed
“It was..But okay” you rolled your eyes and smiled

Jimin camed towards you and hugged you tightly
“I am really happy to have you here” he said
“Me too” you said and hugged him back

All of you went upstairs to choose rooms..
“We already choosed! So me,J-Hope and Jin!” V smiled
You all nodded your head
“Ah this is my room!” Rap monster walked in the room
“SUGA!” Rap monster peeked out of the room
“YEAH” Suga yelled form downstairs
“You will be in a room with me!” he shouts
“OKAY!” Suga yells back

Jimin and you looked at each other..
“I guess I’ll sleep alone in a room and you be with Jungkook..” you smiled
“Y/N the thing is-”
“I AM HERE PEOPLE!” Jungkook yells and all of you come down stairs,except you you were watching him from upstairs.

You saw a girl with Jungkook.They were holding hands..It kind of hurt you a little,but you didn’t want to seem obvious.
“I hope you guys didn’t take a room with double bed” Jungkook asked the guys smiling
“We didn’t don’t worry” J-Hope smiled
“And who is this pretty lady?” Rap Monster smiled
“My girlfriend” Jungkook said and you got so angry and little sad too because he’s such a player and he got himself girlfriend in one day.
Now you realised that you actually didn’t mean anything to him.

You walked downstairs and Jungkook looked at you as you were walking down and smirked then looked away.
“Chloe?” you looked at the girl
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” she smiled
“No what are you doing here?” you laughed
“You guys know each other…?” Jimin asked
“No..I mean we talked once on the hall” you smiled

“Come Chloe..I’ll show you our room” Rap Monster took her hand and helped her with her stuff
Jungkook didn’t even spoke one word to you.
You took Jimin’s hand and lead him in the kitchen.
“We are sleeping together in same bed?” you asked closing your eyes hoping for a “no” from Jimin
“Yes…But Y/N I’m sorry like I didn’t want it to end up like this” Jimin explains
“I don’t care” you rolled your eyes and went upstairs

Later you camed downstairs in your bikini wearing a towel for the beach.
“Anyone going with me?” you smiled,but everyone stared at you,even Jungkook did too.
“I’ll go!”
“Me too”
“Wait here!” 
Boys said and rushed upstairs..You look at Jungkook,he was already staring.You raised your eyebrow at him and look away.
V,Jimin,J-Hope and Suga camed downstairs shirtless,only in their swimming shorts
“Let’s goo” you smiled and all of you run like kids towards the sea and jump right in..

“I loveee this” you smiled looking at them
“You are one crazy girl!” J-Hope smiled at you
“Not crazy as you” you laughed and push him 

J-Hope and Jimin were doing some tricks in the water..Rest of you just swim around and watched them..
“Y/N” Jimin shouts and comes over to you
“What do you want” you laughed and push him and he falls in the water
He started to chase you,but you were quick and got out of the sea and ran back to the house..When you camed in all you spotted was Jungkook and Chloe making out on the couch..
“Get a room” you said
“Good idea..Thanks Y/N” Jungkook smiled at you and taps your back and goes upstairs to their room

You were so angry at him,but inside it was killing you because he’s with her.
Jimin finally camed inside of the house and saw you all angry.
“I have to be here..With a little fucker who is mean to me since he started to talk to me” you shout 
“He’s a fucking liar..I hate him!” you yelled and next thing you know Jungkook opens the door and comes downstairs and stands in front of you
“Fucking say it to my face!” he shouted
“You are a fucking liar,prick,player,dumbass!” you shout at him
“You are a BITCH!” Jungkook yelled and Jimin pushes him away from you
“Don’t Jungkook” Jimin said and Jin and Suga walked inside
“How fucking dare you!!” you shouted wanting to punch him so bad
“Come at me!” Jungkook pushed Jimin off and you come in front of him and slap his face hard

Suga,Jin and Jimin just watched and stood frozen in shock.
Jungkook laughs a little,and looks at you.
In those eyes you didn’t see a good person anymore,all you saw was a person with no feelings.

Jungkook wanted to slap you back,but he didn’t want to get there just yet.He was so angry at you..
Instead of slapping you he punches a wall really hard.
He looked at Jimin,Suga and Jin and walkes and throws everything that was on his way on the floor.
“Babe!” Chloe yelled after him but he didn’t answer
“Don’t fucking bother me now Chloe!” Jungkook yelled at her
She teared up and went upstairs..You rolled your eyes and went to your room too.
“Y/N” Jimin followed you 

Suga and Jin looked at each other.
“What was that?” Suga asked Jin
“I don’t know..Maybe they have some history” Both of them nodded their heads looking at each other

When you meet him accidentally while longboarding (You x EXO Chen)

“Mom, I’m going out!”

“Did you finish your work?”

“I’ll do it later, I swear!”

“Yah! I don’t know where you think you’re going when-”

You let the front door swing shut with a satisfying slam, sealing your mother’s calls into your tiny apartment. The last thing you wanted to do was spend the day inside, especially when you had already made the decision to skip your summer courses today. Class? On a beautiful day like this? Who was she kidding?

Although you had been on summer vacation for nearly a month, you’d barely had a break. Your mother’s idea of vacation was two summer classes, a seemingly endless supply of workbooks, and attending an exercise class with her on Tuesday mornings at 6am.

You hop on your board and make your way up the hill, dodging the people on the sidewalk. Most of the younger people in your neighborhood we’re either going out on day trips, or dating. It was kind of sickening, actually. Even your best friend had abandoned you to spend the summer at the beach with her boyfriend’s family. You couldn’t think of one decent guy who you’d actually want to spend time with.

If he didn’t longboard, he wasn’t worth considering.

At the top of the hill, you stare out over the city. You could see across your tiny neighborhood and out into the busier part of town. Today, you were going to go wherever you wanted to go, and no one was going to stop you. You hop on your board, tipping it down the street and letting the wind take you. It felt good to be free, even if it was just for a little while.

“Hey! Watch out!”

You barely have time to react as someone comes barreling towards you. Were they riding a skateboard? Or was it a bicycle? You couldn’t tell.

Whoever it is, you slam directly into him, your board zipping out from under your feet. Your vision goes white as your head connects with the sidewalk briefly, making stars behind your eyelids. You groan, sitting up and looking at the person sprawled beside you.

“Are you crazy?” You snap. “You could have gotten someone killed! Watch where you’re going-”

“Is that any way to greet someone you’ve never met?”

You suck in a breath as the stranger comes face to face with you, staring you dead in the eyes. He’s ridiculously hot, wearing a blue striped tank and shorts, with chestnut brown hair sweeping over his eyes. He dusts the gravel off his hands and smiles. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t watching. I didn’t know there were other people in this neighborhood that did the longboard thing, too.” You blink at him in awe, and he smiles awkwardly.

“Maybe we should start over.” He grins. “I’m Jongdae. Kim Jongdae. Do you live around here, too?”

“Uh, yeah.” You nod. “I’m ______. Nice to meet you.”

“I guess this isn’t a great way to meet for the first time.” He laughs. “Are you okay?”

You look down at yourself. Saying you were okay was going to be a stretch. Both of your knees are scraped, and the sleeve of your t-shirt is hanging off by a thread. Your board probably took the worst of it, though. The front wheel is laying in the street, the rest of the board hanging precariously out of a bush. Ugh.

“I could be better.” You sigh, standing up. You wince a little as you go to retrieve your longboard, your scrapes stinging. “I am so sorry.” He apologizes. “My house isn’t that far from here. I owe you a bandage or two at the very least. I can put another wheel on that, too.” He motions.

I can take care of the scrapes. You think. But if he doesn’t fix this board, I’ll have to pay someone else to.

“Fine.” You sigh. “Where to?”


A few minutes later you sit in Jongdae’s kitchen, an airy, light blue affair that you hadn’t been expecting. There are still a few boxes around, and you can tell that Jongdae probably isn’t living here alone.

“Uh, can I help you?”

You startle as an unfamiliar voice questions you from behind. You turn to face a ginger-haired boy, an apple poised just below his jaw. To say he was pretty was an understatement. The kid was the closest thing you had ever seen to a fairy. “Oh, uh…” You trail off. How were you suppose to explain this?

“She’s with me, hyung.” Jongdae reappears with an armful of things. “_______-ssi, this is my roommate, Kim Minseok.”

You dip your head to him, and he smiles back. “Ah. It’s nice to meet you. How’d you run into this punk right here?” Jongdae gives him a dirty look, spilling tools onto the counter. “Uh, we literally ran into each other.” You say, sliding your eyes in his direction. “On longboards.”

“Are you okay?!” Minseok asks in shock. You nod, laughing a little at his violent reaction. “I’m fine. I’m a little scraped up, but otherwise, I’m all good.” He shakes his head, pointing to Jongdae. “I told you to play nice with the other kids!” He scolds. “You meet a pretty girl, and this is what you do?”

“Hyung!” Jongdae blushes, as do you. “It was an accident!”

“Whatever you say.” Minseok smiles. “It’s probably a good thing, since he doesn’t know anyone else who longboards!” Minseok smiles. “Now there’s two of you!"  You smile shyly. Minseok was waaaaaaay too enthusiastic. "Just take good care of her. If he gives you any trouble, just call me.” He grins, heading toward the stairs.

“Sorry.” Jongdae glows with heat, coming around with a first aid kit. “He’s not usually like that.” You swallow a few winces as Jongdae cleans your wounds, his tongue poked out in concentration. Then you sit and watch as he doctors up your board, putting on another wheel and bringing it around the table to you.

“It should be as good as new now.” He says, laying it down. He hops on it, forgetting that the smooth kitchen tiles aren’t the same as the rough concrete of the street, the board slips out from under his feet almost instantly, and he tumbles right into you for the second time today.

“Agh!” You gasp as he stumbles into you, trapping you against the counter. You lock eyes, and when he leans in, you don’t run away. His lips brush yours, barely enough to be called a kiss. You blink at him, and he backs away, a small smile on his face.

“What was that?” You breathe, chuckling.

“An accident, I think.” He smiles. “Today is just full of ‘em.”


Scenario end! What did you think of this one? I don’t know a whole lot about longboarding, so I did my best! Haha I hope it was okay! ~Jjangpanda