#&&. I went to the cafe today to meet a former manager since he needs a commission done this week

[charmerquilled]

Man. Just 7 more days. And then I’ll be with Twinnie 😊

#&&. Just gotta get through the last five days which shall be... interesting to say the least #&&. I went to the cafe today to meet a former manager since he needs a commission done this week #&&. But found out that moments before I walked in #&&. the current manager flicked the crew off and raged quit #&&. So that was just special to learn 😬 #&&. I'm surprised but not surprised #&&. Sundays are the worst at breaking people over there #&&. TBD #&&. OOC. ( A mun who isn't as graceful as her muse )

[nastyatticman]

quickie on campus

Billy Lenz x gender neutral Reader

Summary - Billy can tell you’re bummed out that winter break is over, so he takes it on himself to surprise you at school.

Contains - Smut & tons of fluff. Reader is gender neutral & has a vulva. Semi public sex, dirty talk, quickie.

18+ Only

You make it about three steps out of the classroom before you’re tackled into a hug by your boyfriend.

It’s very welcome. You happily accept it, nuzzling into his fluffy hair. He smells nice and fresh, like he showered since he met you in the morning to have snacks before your second class.

Your first day back from the holiday break was supposed to be the most depressing day of the school year, and it didn’t help that your new schedule was so hectic. Luckily, Billy wasn’t on any particular schedule himself, so he could meet you just about any time. Well, except for a certain time next week when he was going to go in for a job interview. Shoot, you still needed to help him prepare for that…

He wasn’t a student, but he looked like any other twenty-something guy on campus, so he could fit in easily enough when he went to meet you.

This morning he’d hinted that he would look for the best, most discreet places on campus for you two to meet up while you had your last break between class and lab. He’d studied your schedule - even before you’d asked him - and found you had a juicy 34 minutes to fool around. Or what he called stress relief.

Now it may be something like 33 minutes, as you untangle from his hug. He presses a kiss on your cheek boldly, and holds his hand out to take your book bag. “Ready?” 

You nod, and let him take you to the place he’s found. He doesn’t specify where, just that he wants it to be a surprise… 

A couple times on the way you pass people you know and wave at each other. Mostly old classmates. Billy turns to you and when you smile and nod he waves back uneasily. 

Even though he knew you held him near and dear in your heart, Billy still felt a twinge of insecurity when he saw people you knew from school or work or well, anywhere that wasn’t the attic of the place you shared with friends during the school year. It was like they got to see another part of you, while he still had to be secret in some ways. Sure, that part of you didn’t include your whole sense of humor or what you looked like when you were desperate for a good fucking - that was all for Billy - he still felt he missed out.

You squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles, and he softens.

He takes you to an obscure part of the campus - not many people around, luckily, as the classrooms here are for a department that’s not as popular as it used to be. You can tell you’re probably really close, as he starts getting more fidgety, and the hand you were holding is now around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

As you pass through another hallway, you see someone you know.

“Oh, hey! How was your break?” she asks. 

Billy turns to her, and then looks at you, waiting for your response. 

“Pretty good, thanks!” you answer her. You’re trying not to be rude, as you recognize her as a former classmate you’d wanted to hang out with more, but her name is on the tip of your tongue and your boyfriend is not so subtly trying to pull you with him. 

“And who’s this?” she asks. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” 

You know her tone is teasing but it still sets Billy on edge, so when he turns to you you smile and nod.

“I could introduce you?” you offer. He nods, grateful. “This is my boyfriend, Billy, and this is…”

“Robin,” she says, and puts her hand out to shake his. Thank god, you couldn’t remember her name for the life of you.

He fumbles with your bag and they switch hands, mirroring each other, before they realize they need to use their opposite hands to shake. She laughs and so does he, nervous but starting to warm up to her.

“I was just about to go to the cafe, if you wanted to come with me?” she says. “A lot of stuff happened over break for me, I have some good stories about directing my church’s Christmas pageant if you wanna hear? Not quite as good as your stories, of course, but I figured you’d have something juicy to share with me too. Speaking of, Billy can 100% join us if he wants.”

He giggles when he realizes what she just called him. Juicy. You could confirm that.

“Maybe not today,” you say finally. “I don’t have very long before my next class and we wanted to just chill, y’know? But I’ll text you and we can figure out a better time to meet?”

She looks a little disappointed but she’s pleased to be in touch. “Alright. Let me know what works for you! See you later then.”

You nod and say goodbye back, and watch her disappear down the hallway.

The coast is clear for him to take you to the spot - tucked in across from another building, there’s an entrance that opens into an area that’s completely obscured from view on all sides. Jackpot.

He sets your bag down on the floor gently, and turns to you, pinning you against the wall.

“How much time do we have?” he asks, pressing kisses up your jawline.

You check your watch. “About 21 minutes. But wait, it’ll probably be five to walk to my class, so…”

“Sixteen minutes, I can do that,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him, and set a timer on your phone just in case. He was never great at time management, and neither were you when it came to having Billy’s hands on you...

Billy peels away from you to kneel on the floor, undoing the front of your pants, and pulling them down with your underwear. 

“Billy!” you hiss softly. He was never one to wait around when it came to quickies, but still. The winter air is cold on your thighs.

“Keep watch for me, will you?” he asks as he looks up at you, rubbing your clit with one hand, while the other squeezes your ass.

You nod, the pleasure starting to set in. He’s facing towards you and the wall so you’d have to. People didn’t come by this area normally, but it was a good thing you had a long jacket on to cover up if anyone did. 

Besides, Billy’s head would block them from seeing you. Especially since he  moves closer, his tongue pressing against your clit as his fingers move down to tease your hole.

He licks and sucks your clit, as he uses two fingers to tease at opening you up for him. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to keep from letting out a moan.

He pulls back to look up at you, not letting up on you for a second as his skilled fingers rip more pleasure from you. 

“That’s right, keep quiet, sloppy little piggy,” he teases. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you. What would your little friends from church think if they saw you like this, hmm?”

It takes you a second to form a coherent response. “I - I don’t go to church with Robin, she’s just a classmate?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “But you wouldn’t want them to hear you, right? Getting all needy and fucking squirming for Billy to fuck your little hole?”

You nod frantically, proving him right. You want him so desperately you don’t realize that wasn’t what he asked. “Fuck yes, please.”

“Okay, but only because you said please,” he says with a smug smile. He stops his teasing and fills you up with one long finger, brushing against a spot in your walls that makes you nearly double over for him.

“You like that, huh?” He sees your reaction and finds that spot again, lavishing it with his attention. “Of course you do, listen to the noises your - your pretty cunt is making for me, hmm?”

You clap a hand over your mouth when you realize he’s right. You’re soaked for him, you can hear the wet squelching as he pumps his finger in and out of you, faster and faster. He continues his assault on your clit with his hot tongue, and you beg him for more.

He adds another finger to you, and the stretch makes you moan besides yourself. You think you see him look up at you, amused, as he continues licking and sucking on your clit.

You decide to tease him back, pulling your shirt up for a second to flash your chest to him - his eyes widen and he watches, his other hand still toying at your clit, as you play with your hard nipples to get yourself closer. A little moan tumbles from your lips and it’s just more encouragement for him. 

You must be such a sight like this - shirt pulled up above your chest, pants down below your knees as your boyfriend looks up at you with lust and adoration, knuckle deep in your warmth. In the haze of your pleasure you have just enough thought to check  to make sure no one is around - you can’t see or even hear anyone, luckily. 

It’s funny, Billy almost looks like he’s wearing lip gloss or something - but you don’t remember him putting any on later? And when you realize that must be his spit and your slick on his lips, it nearly does you in. 

He senses you’re close and brings his fingers down to rub at your g spot, as he leans in to lick and suck again. After a few seconds of this, he feels you clench down hard on his fingers and continues fucking you through your orgasm, until you’re whining from the overstimulation.

Finally he withdraws from your heat. He stands to his full height as your phone timer goes off, and he looks around to make sure no one is there, covering you while you make yourself decent. 

Well, first you turn the timer off - just in case anyone hears - and pull your shirt down again. Your underwear are next, and you fumble to put your pants back on when you see the tent in Billy’s pants. Once yours are on, you rub at his bulge through his clothes, cooing in his ear. 

“Sorry babe, I’ll help you with this when I get back from lab, okay?” you offer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He mutters something and kisses you back, a moan in the back of his throat.

“You - you have to get to class, right?” he says. “I can walk you there…”

You manage to get yourselves presentable and calm down enough to get to your lab. But not before you turn to him for a goodbye hug, and lean in so that only he can hear.

“Can’t wait till I’m done so I can pay you back.”

His eyes widen as he pulls away, squeezing your hand. 

“See you later?”

“Of course.”

#nasty attic originals #billy lenz x reader #black christmas #slasher x reader #nsft text #dw billy gets his nut later too <3

[pixiebuggiewrites]

Sorry Wrong Number!

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Chapter 6: A pleasant morning, a slightly less pleasant midday

Despite how late she returned home the night prior, Marinette was pleasantly surprised to find that she hardly overslept. That makes two days in a row now, the girl was on a roll. That or all of the late night akumas had finally made her a permanently light sleeper. Either way she was glad for her newfound semi-punctuality, especially given the busy day she had ahead of herself.

Her to-do list for the day, while short, was fairly time consuming. First she needed to head to the fabric shop to get the supplies for her most recent batch of commissions, then she needed to meet up with Alya (who she was so not looking forward to dealing with) so that they could get started on their english project, and after that she needs to interview the previous nights akuma victim for their case file.

Which reminds her that she should check and see if Chloe ever responded to her text. Opening up her messaging app, she’s greeted with two texts. The first is from the number she texted last night, the one that has turned out to be the number of someone who is very much not Chloe. Marinette was all of a sudden very grateful for the code that her and her team had come up with for any messages regarding hero work. Hopefully she could just thank the unknown number for alerting her of the mistake and leave it at that.

The second message was what had her worried though. This one actually was from Chloe, and the contents of the text were a bit concerning.

(XXX)XXX-XXXX: Hey DC it’s Chloe can you call me when you get a chance? I kindasortafuckedupreallybadlydidsomethingstupid

Now Marinette was sure that whatever Chloe had done couldn't have actually been that bad, so that wasn't why she was worried. No, she was worried about her blonde friends current emotional state. Chloe had come a long way from her 13 year old self, but she did still have insecurity issues on occasion. Judging by her text, the blonde was panicking, likely in an anxiety spiral. Something that she too was well known for doing, she would call the heiress as soon as possible to make sure that she was okay before saying anything to her about Mayuras return.

Anyways, it’s not like there was much she could do about it until later in the day, seeing as it was currently around 4 am in Gotham. So instead, the young designer focused on getting ready for the day ahead of her.

After some deliberation with input from the kwami’s, she settled on a nice outfit. The ensemble starred a black pinafore with subtle floral embroidery, paired with a light pink long sleeve underneath, both items of course being MDC originals. Shoe-wise she kept things fairly simple with a pair of black high top sneakers and white knee-high socks. Deciding to keep her hair down today, all that was left was choosing which kwami to bring along with her.

Tikki of course was a given, but she typically rotated out wearing a secondary miraculous so that the kwami could get to experience the outside world, even if it was from Marinette's purse.

Hmm today seemed to be a good day for Kaalki. It had been awhile since the horse kwami’s last voyage out of Marinette's room, plus they would be going to a cafe which meant free sugar cubes. While Kaalki would not be pleased about the ‘free’ part, Marinette's wallet sure would. She may run an extremely successful business for her age but kwami food sure does add up to eat a decent chunk of her budget. So yeah, free sugar cubes it is.

After slipping on the magical glasses and getting the two kwami into her purse, she was finally ready for the day, and so made her way downstairs to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

“Good morning!” she greeted her Maman, who was serving customers at the register. The bakery was already quite busy, seeing as it was a Saturday afterall.

“Good morning sweetie, any exciting plans for today?” Her Mother inquired between customers.

“Not really, just have to pick up some fabrics and work on that english project.” She sort of left out who exactly she was working on said project with, but she really didn't want to risk having to dodge the question of why Alya never came around anymore. Luckily her Maman just nodded.

“Oh by the way, Jagged and Penny are coming over for dinner tonight, so make sure not to be home too late.” 

Well that made for a slight change of plans, she would just have to interview the akuma victim during her patrol instead of during the evening beforehand. Not a big deal, but it was slightly inconvenient, even if she did enjoy seeing her Aunt and Uncle with their busy schedule.

“Of course, i’m going to head out now, can you tell papa I said hi next time he comes out of the kitchen?”

“Will do, oh and Marinette?”

“Yes Maman?”

“Don't forget to grab breakfast.” Her Mother smiled and went back to serving customers.

Smiling back, Marinette grabbed a fruit tart and made her way to the fabric shop.

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Luckily the fabric shop wasn't that busy, and Marinette was able to drop her supplies back home with enough time leftover to get to the cafe early. After finding a good table to set her things up at, she decides to go ahead and order an iced coffee to drink while waiting for Alya. Due to all of her time spent with Master Fu she was typically more of a tea drinker, but to get through this she would likely need the extra bit of caffeine coffee would provide.

Roughly ten minutes later, Alya walked through the door of the cafe. Time to get this over with.

While her former best friend didn't usually take much of an active role in the bullying Marinette had been experiencing at the hands of her classmates, she definitely encouraged a lot of it. Hopefully the fact that they were meeting out of the classroom meant that they could start on the project without any incident.

And for the most part it did. Despite the awkward tension between the two they managed to delegate who did what, with Alya doing the research portion and Marinette assembling the presentation itself.

Just as Marinette was about to leave though, Alya stopped her.

“Hey… have you noticed anything different about Adrien lately? Nino says he’s been acting strange and we’re all a bit worried about him.” The glasses girl inquired while putting away her things.

Well that caught her attention.

“Strange how?” She honestly didn't really care about whatever drama was currently happening in her old friend group, but on the off chance that he was experiencing side effects of the memory wipe spell, she needed to know so she could fix it. Magical backlash was no joke, despite her dislike of the blonde he didn't deserve having to deal with the effects of a spell gone wrong.

“He’s just been distant lately, almost like he’s been avoiding us. You didn't say something about Lila to him again did you? I know you're into him but just because Lila does too doesn't mean-” 

‘Ah so that's what this is about, I walked right into that one huh’

“Alya.” She cut the wannabe reporter off “I haven't had feelings for Adrien in years. I also have no idea why he’s avoiding you guys or why you assume I had anything to do with it. If you want to know so badly, try talking to him yourself.” She got up from her seat “If that’s all, I’ll be going now.” And with that, Marinette began heading home, looking forward to having dinner with her honorary uncle and aunt in a few hours.

But before that, she had a couple of text messages to take care of.

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[amphtaminedreams]

Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15

Hey to anyone reading!

And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.

The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)

-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-

1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)

-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-

I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I��ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart. 

2. Alexander McQueen

-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.

3. Brock Collection

-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-

Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.

4. Marc Jacobs

-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-

If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out. 

5. Miu Miu

-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-

We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway. 

6. Vera Wang

-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-

Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.

7. Burberry

-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-

Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.

8. Etro

-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-

Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.

9. Dolce & Gabbana

-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.

10. Gucci

-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-

Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!

The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.

Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!

Lauren x

#front row #frontrow #fashion #fashioninpo #fashion inspo #style #style inspo #designer #gucci #vera wang #burberry #label #miu miu #runway #fashion week #mood board #ysl #saint laurent #runway trends #ss21 #lookbook #vintage #outfit #marc jacobs #Alexander mcqueen #runway fashion #high fashion #haute couture #trend #collage

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

The Umbrella Cafe | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Coffee Shop AU

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Words: 1711

A/N: This took longer than it should to write this, but I tried to avoid it being too close to the other Coffee Shop AU I had done last year. Enjoy.

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Ever since their dad passed, the seven Hargreeves had been helping their mom run The Umbrella Cafe. It had been messy at first, being that the siblings had not seen each other since they had moved out, but everyone eventually settled within their roles around the cafe.

Luther, no matter how many times he insisted that he was in charge of the whole team, was actually in charge of inventory and occasional kitchen help. Allison was in charge of accounting and event planning. Klaus floats around between coffee making and partial cleaning, but he does surprisingly well in the kitchen. Frank, or, as his family likes to call him, Five, may be the youngest but his mind seemed older and thus became team manager. Ben was the friendly cashier and barista that everyone liked. Vanya was the shy one, but she was good at making desserts and helped Allison with event planning. Then there was Diego, who insisted that he can float and do every task that needs to be done.

You had heard about The Umbrella Cafe from your friends and decided to stop by while you were out doing errands. The front had a white umbrella logo with the name below, the windows lined with fairy lights and various types of umbrellas lined on the bottom. You ducked in from the cold, rubbing your hands together to keep them warm. Of course you’d forget a jacket on the day it rained.

“Welcome!” came a chorus of greetings from around the cafe.

You stared up at the menu, deciding to start with something simple. A young man walks out from the back, talking to another man with long hair that had been tied into a bun. The former, with a name tag that read Ben, gave you a friendly smile, taking his place behind the cashier while the latter, Klaus, went to clean the coffee machine.

“Welcome, what can I get for you today?” he asked.

You told him your order, your favorite drink paired with your favorite pastry, You’ll be using that to decide whether or not you wanted to make this place a regular go-to for hanging out and relaxing. Ben rang you up, mentioning the small bookshelf they had in the corner that he had placed himself. You decided to check it out, taking a book before finding a seat near the window.

“Diego, can you take this order?” Vanya asked, shrugging on her jacket as she walked towards the back exit.

“And where the hell are you going” Diego turned, flipping a knife around in his hand.

“I have to help Allison run some errands downtown. Please.”

Diego narrowed his eyes, then relented. “Okay, you owe me one!” he shouted at her retreating form, pointing the knife at her. She waved him off and left. “She’s lucky I’m the cool brother.”

Luther snorted, his tall form scooching passed him towards the stove.

“Hey, what was that, Donkey Kong?” Diego demanded, turning the knife to him.

Luther held his hands up in surrender. “Nothing,” he said unconvincingly.

“Enough, you too,” Ben scolded, poking his head into the kitchen before returning to the cashier.

They grunted, sending one last glare at each other for good measure and turned to their own tasks. Diego checked your order again and got to work. Vanya had recipes written out neatly and organized, but Diego would skim through it and add his own style to them. The additions weren’t bad or made the food inedible, so the others left him to it. Not like he’d listen anyways.

When your order was ready, he plated it and rang the bell, clearing up his station. Klaus grabbed it from the window and waltzed over to your table. You were already given your drink and you were happily sipping on it as you read.

“Bon appetit,” Klaus said with a dramatic bow.

You laughed. “Thank you.”

You cut a piece of the pastry off and took a bite. It was a perfect balance of sweetness topped with your favorite flavor. You took another bite, and another, trying to have yourself to take a break by sipping your drink in between. It was the best version of your favorite pastry that you had ever eaten. You were definitely going to come back again.

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“Morning, (Y/n)!” Allison greeted you as you entered.

Her and Vanya were setting up a small stage for a special summer open mic night. Given that there would be more students over at night, Allison decided to make an event calendar to make most of the school break.

“You guys need any help?” you asked, putting your bag down on your usual table.

“You don’t even work here, sit down.”

Vanya dusted off her clothes and grabbed her apron from the nearby table. “I can get started on your order. The ones from earlier this morning were gone fast,” she said.

“You don’t have to. Take your time,” you assured her.

“It’s really no problem.”

You sighed. “Thank you. Oh, and, um, I’ve noticed that sometimes it tastes different. I just assumed that you were the one in charge of the pastries.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I have Diego help me when I’m swamped or busy.”

With that, Vanya disappeared into the kitchen. Allison straightened up from the stage, looking around for her other siblings before approaching your table. You smiled, wondering if there was something she wanted.

Allison cleared her throat and gracefully slid into the chair next to you. She didn’t have to say anything for you to know what she wanted to say. You raised an eyebrow at her and she mirrored your expression, adding a tilt of her head.

“Drop it, Allison.”

“Okay, okay. Anyways, I’ve got the events for the rest of the month planned out.”

Allison pulled out a printed calendar and proceeded to explain each even and asked for any feedback you can give on each one. With each suggestion you gave, she noted it down in the margins of the calendar.

Diego bursted through the back exit, having taken out the garbage and broken down boxes. He passed by Luther, who gave an exaggerated disgusted noise at the faint lingering smell of trash. Diego opened his mouth to retort when Vanya stepped over.

“Hey, I’m thinking of starting up with the new pastries Five and Allison wanted us to try out, can you help with (Y/n)’s order again?” Vanya asked.

“(Y/n)... (Y/n) here?” Diego asked, his voice sounding softer than normal. He caught himself, clearing his throat. “I mean, sure. I am the cool brother after all.”

“Thanks.”

As Diego walked towards his station, Vanya and Luther exchanged a wink. For the past few months that you had regularly visited the cafe, the siblings had noticed something brewing between you and Diego. After Allison had passed formalities with you, she had introduced you to the rest of her siblings. When you reached Diego, the two of you were frozen speechless until Allison nudged Diego. He gave a short greeting, extending a hand out to you, which you embarrassingly remember you shook way too long than normal.

Ever since then, the siblings have been conspiring to get the two of you together. Even Five, who hoped that the two of you dating would mean that Diego would be less of a mess and actually do work when you were around, had contributed to the planning and working out ways for it to go smoothly. The others were impressed with his whiteboard explanation so it was easier for them to follow his train of thought.

When the pastry was finished and plated, Diego placed it at the window and rang the bell. After cleaning up, he saw that no one had come to grab it. He stuck his head through and didn’t see any signs of Ben or Klaus.

“Where the hell are they?” Diego asked, turning to Luther.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe Five needed them in the office,” he said indifferently.

Diego frowned. “What good is Klaus in any office?”

“I don’t know, Diego, serve it yourself. Geez.”

Frustrated, Diego grabbed the plate and walked out of the kitchen, set on serving it and leaving quickly before you noticed. It seemed easier to do in his head. Yet, as he approached your table, his hands began to turn clammy as his heart raced.

Allison had left to meet up with sponsors a few minutes ago, so you had gone to Ben’s bookshelf and picked up a new one to read. Halfway through, you heard a clatter on the table, followed by a hushed curse. You looked up to see Diego who had delivered your pastry this time. It was rare to see him. After officially meeting him, you would only see him in passing or catch glimpses of him in the kitchen or cleaning.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile.

He smiled back. Opening and closing his mouth, willing himself to say something simple back. “Y-y-you’re w-w-welcome,” he said.

“Oh!” A thought had just occurred to you. “Vanya said that you sometimes make the pastries for me and I just want to say that I really like the way you make them. They’re really good, thank you.”

Diego nodded, his cheeks heating up as he quickly turned to leave. Suddenly, Ben came out and flipped the sign to “On Break, Be Back In 15 Minutes” before beelining for the kitchen, the door locked behind him and the curtain at the window being drawn closed as soon as he entered.

“Um…” Diego narrowed his eyes, suspicious of what his siblings were planning.

“Now that you’re on break, um,” you said awkwardly, “You wanna sit with me? If you want to, you don’t have to. We can talk, if you want. I think I haven’t spoken to you at all compared to your siblings. This is only if you want to, I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to-”

“Okay,” he said, smiling. 

The siblings peeked out from their respective hiding places, seeing Diego sitting and talking to you, and exchanged hi-fives and owing up to their respective bets of Diego being able to have a conversation with you.

#WritersMonth2020 #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #tua #the umbrella academy imagine #oneshot #COFFEE SHOP AU #The siblings being a goddamn family!

[afterlife-butterflies]

hmm.. can you do nine for that “imagine if a character never became a soul reaper” post please?

"Nine... Mind if I be your plus one for tonight? We'd be the perfect pair of tens to dazzle the room~" "Mr Licht... I'm sure you don't mean that. I know you're planning to ask Miss Manager to be your partner during the mission." "You wound me, darling! To answer that with such a serious expression!"

What an odd dream... Was that Licht talking to someone? The other voice sounded polite and gentle... It's the first time you're hearing it, but somehow you're filled with a sense of nostalgia as you recall the conversation.

You try not to think about it too much, yet the next few nights are plagued with similar dreams featuring the same mysterious voice. The latest one included this 'Nine' person playing the piano - very skilfully at that. He might even give Theo a run for his money...

You can barely recall his face, but clearly remember thinking he was beautiful. Though something told you that calling him "pretty" wouldn't be a good idea.

The others start to pick up that you're distracted and try to help by providing distractions or possible remedies. One day you're doing paperwork in your room when a soul reaper knocks on the door.

Day enters and you brace for his usual energetic self, only to be met with a much more muted and worried version of him instead.

This in turn spikes your concern - what could've made him so quiet today?

"I think something is missing..." Day tries to explain. It turns out that when he woke up this morning, he'd turned around in bed to address someone, but realised that he didn't even have a roommate.

"It's weird, though... I thought for sure there'd be someone there, like my instincts were expecting it.."

On the same day is a scheduled mission at a famous university. In order to cover the campus most of the soul reapers went with you to the human world. While you were checking on everyone's progress you come across Licht, who was talking to a student there. Unlike the usual starstruck conversations you were used to however, this person seemed like he'd rather be as far from this flirty stranger as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the music department," he was saying. "I don't think I'll be much help with finding your way to class."

"Licht, let's not bother the students." You sigh a little, making your way there. "Sorry about him, he's-"

You're struck into dumbfounded silence as you meet the person's eyes. It feels as if electricity is running through your veins - what was happening? He didn't seem like a vengeful spirit...

"Darling~!" Licht greets you, cheerful as ever. "This is Nine, isn't he quite beautiful? I think he might just be able to fluster Sian like Quincy did at the start!"

You manage to snap back into reality, albeit still feeling a bit dazed. "Licht, you shouldn't just go around calling people beautiful. They might be uncomfortable with it."

Your words seem to surprise Nine, and he takes a moment to observe you properly. "...Have I met you before?" He asks, gaze focused and seeming to be analysing something before he catches himself. "Ah... Sorry, I'm not sure what got into me..."

"It must be the weather. I'm feeling a bit lightheaded myself," you smile at him kindly. This, however, enables Licht to redirect the conversation (and group) to one of the cafes on campus. Somehow Nine finds himself dragged along for the trip, and here you are, just having picked up the to-go orders from the counter and offering a sympathetic, if not apologetic look to Nine.

Day and Kirr were around the area and so they regrouped with the three of you. The former almost exposed them as soul-reapers but Licht manages to cover up the slip quickly enough. If Nine noticed, he didn't attempt to address it, instead joining in the conversation and relaxing the tension, asking where you guys needed guiding to.

Nine isn't one to try and get close to others, but this group's just essentric enough that his curiosity was piqued... They didn't seem like students from the school, but they weren't giving off a dangerous vibe either.

One was chatty and the other reminded him of a puppy, but they weren't so bad, compared to the judgemental and unfair treatments he's been used to so far.

That "manager" girl... She's the most suspicious, if only because he was hit with a pang of nostalgia when she started speaking. His heart feels like it's hurting a bit, too, in a way that he can only describe is similar to heartache. Which made completely no sense, since he's only met her today.

With these mysteries in mind, Nine acts as their guide around the campus, retelling some long-based rumours about the auditorium halls and such.

Along the way they pick up a few more essentrics, and Nine was barely able to remember their names before they arrived at their destination: the concert hall.

During the purification process the reapers almost lose control of the vengeful spirit, until Nine finally butted in and talked them down (it was a music student that overexerted themselves from practicing and applying to competitions)

By then he's already figured out what everyone is and the entire situation. But there is still one slightly confusing thing. You.

If nothing else, your actions and role during the purification only confused him more; you didn't seem to have a weapon like the others, so you weren't a Soul Reaper. But you seemed close to every person on the team (which sparked a bit of longing in him that he didn't expect) and seemed to be able to sense the presence of the vengeful spirits.

Curiouser and curiouser... It seems his questions haven't all been answered yet.

#afterl!fe #after l!fe #afterl1fe #afterl!fe writing #afterl!fe scenarios #afterl!fe x reader #afterl!fe imagines #afterl!fe headcanons #afterl!fe nine #afterl!fe nine x reader #afterl!fe request #afterl!fe reader insert #wishes granted

[queerchoicesblog]

Home Is Where Your Heart Is

Folks, here’s the final update of the wlw story set in the Sixties, my third  miniseries of the wlw writing project. I just thought this was the right ending for this story...for once.

Hope you enjoy it: if you do, please consider spreading the word!

New wlw miniseries will be posted once I gather enough inspiration and manage to write properly!

Previous Chapters: Living The Dream, The Girl Next Door, New Beginnings

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Two years after that day, I am flying all the way across the Atlantic, destination Paris. This time though I am not serving champagne and assisting the passengers. This time I am a passenger. It's my first time back 'on the other side' since I joined the Pan Am Airways...and it's the first time on a plane for Kelsey, sitting by my side. I let her have the window seat so that she could admire the ocean of clouds beneath us. She looked like a kid in a candy shop, sitting happily in her seat as the other passengers kept flowing in the main aisle. She even hushed me when my colleague was going through the cheerful welcoming speech, explaining the route and the safety measures. I shook my head and smiled at her enthusiasm. Then when the plane finally entered the takeoff runaway, I leaned closer and whispered to brace herself because we would need high speed to lift. She nodded and instinctively searched for my hand inhaling sharply as if she was the pilot in charge of the procedure. I took her hand into mine just as the engines started rumbling and I will never forget the look of purest amazement on Kelsey's face when we lifted from the ground and the airport buildings became smaller and smaller beneath us.

Of course I called her back. We met at Central Park a couple of weeks after our little chat. The sky was gloomy and chilly gusts of wind reminded us Spring is a whimsical season but I stopped caring about it the moment Kelsey waved at me. She was waiting on a bench holding herself in a plaid coat. It's silly but I remember every single detail and word we said that day. I asked her about her last exam and gave her a little gift I bought her during my last trip, reminiscing our conversation at the airport cafe. She wasn't expecting anything of that sort and gaped at the teddybear in beefeater uniform. I told her the clerk kindly reassured me that Archie, short for Archibald, was in perfect health conditions so he didn't need to be admitted to the toy hospital: she could keep it, he would make good guard of her. She chuckled and threw her arms around my neck, just like that, without thinking. I hugged her back and inhaled her perfume: it was sweet, vanilla maybe? When we parted, she insisted to get me a hot cocoa in return, "at the very least". So we ended up in a cozy little cafe she knew a few streets away. A good friend of her had worked there for a while before landing another job in a hotel, she told me: she offered to replace her but she had little luck and ended up at the airport. I found myself thinking that such shift wasn't so unlucky after all: had she got the job here, we would have never met, maybe. I hardly go downtown when I'm home, I mainly spend time with former colleagues or pay a visit to Nancy or my parents, whenever I can. How could have we met if she hadn't worked at the airport too? I didn't say it out loud though, I didn't want to be too blunt or -worse- make it all about me. She knew quite a few things about me already while I knew so little about her. We talked for hours, till the lamp lights gleamed in the streets, brightening the darkness now gently embracing the city. Kelsey told me more about her childhood in Michigan all cold mountains and icy lakes to skate on...it suddenly made sense that she wasn't bothered in the least by New York chill! How one day her hometown felt too small to contain her dreams so she moved to the big city, guest of an older brother who wasn't sent off to war. She enrolled to the nurse school and didn't waste time looking for a job. Even if juggling school and work was hard, it was what she wanted. And she felt like she was making her Nana proud. I liked hearing her talking of that woman who must have had a great influence on her or her roommates who held the wildest parties in the weekend despite their flat being anything but big enough to have room for all the friends and acquaintances they always managed to gather. It was a miracle that they hadn't had trouble with the neighbors so far... I couldn't help but notice that she quickly dismissed her parents and the sisters still living in Michigan. I wonder now if it has anything to do with the hint of sadness at the corner of Kelsey's eyes: as far as I know they didn't attend her graduation, months later, only her brother. He's in a Polaroid picture with the two of us pinned to the fridge: wearing his best suit and half hugging Kelsey, standing in the centre in her graduate gown and holding the gorgeous bouquet he gave her. We all smile at the camera...I'm sure Kelsey cherishes that picture as the brightest memory of her special day. Well, maybe one of the brightest memories of her special day. She held a little party in the evening to celebrate with her friends and roommates. His brother joined too and gallantly kept me company when I had no one to talk to. He reminded me of my Noah: he would have liked this party. Maybe he would have tried to impress the ladies with some smooth dance move and pouted at me if he failed...I suddenly realised that I could only hope he would still have legs to dance and walk when we meet again. If we meet again. I did my best to shake away such thoughts for the sake of the guest of honor, our graduate. I had a great time, despite the occasional nostalgia: we laughed, danced and drank cheap champagne, sloshing it over the rim as we cheered to the "new best nurse in town". Sadly, I couldn't stay as long as I wanted: I had to leave early in the morning, duty called. I left when the party was still in full swing after calling a cab. My steps echoed in the empty ground floor hall as I headed to the door, fixing my hair. The silence was abruptly broken a moment later by the sound of a familiar voice. "Sadie, wait!" I turned. Kelsey approached, panting as if she had run all the way down the stairs. Knowing her, she surely did. "Hey, nurse, wrong floor, the party is up there. Well, last time I checked" I joked while she caught her breath. My tease made her laugh. "Yeah I know...about that" she said, scratching the back of her neck. "Thank you for coming, I-I know you're always so busy and I truly appreciated you making time for me. It means a lot to me having you here today" She went quiet for a moment, breaking eye contact and looking at the tip of her shoes. I open my mouth to speak just when she met my gaze again with a deep sigh and a deep crimson spreading over her cheeks. "You mean a lot to me" Before she could think twice, she gently ran her hands up my arms and leaned closer. I tasted the cheap wine on her lips when they touched mine and smiled against her mouth as I returned the kiss. A sparkle of electricity ran through my spine as I pulled her close and her hands found my neck. Too soon a car honk outside broke the spell and we parted. "I'm afraid that's my cue and your guests are surely waiting too" I sighed and made to go but she stopped me. "Hold on" she giggled and ran a thumb underneath my bottom lip. "There, lipstick fixed, you can go now. If you have to, that is" We smiled to each other as I opened the front door. Before going my way, I gestured to the taxi driver and turned towards her. "You sure you're not drunk though?" Kelsey blushed and hugged herself. "What? No! I mean, maybe I'm a bit tipsy but..." she glanced over her shoulder to check if someone joined us and dropped her voice. "...But I meant it. I've wanted to do this for so long" I did my best not to blush myself and run into her arms once again. "Fine but...you owe me a sober one when I'm back. Just to make sure, you know" I winked, flashing her a smile. "Goodnight, nurse". That was the first of many kisses and many dates. Soon she found a job at the John Hopkins Hospital so meeting up was not always easy but now I all wanted when I had my time off between flights was to spend it with her. Talk to her over the phone whenever it wasn't possible. I held back a little at first: I didn't want to fall head first just like the other time just to be abandoned when I was no longer needed. Nor to be accidentally outed: I wasn't sure how my boss would take that. I explained it to Kelsey one night after much consideration: my voice surely shook as I spoke because I was dead scared that she would have changed her mind immediately after hearing my confession. I was wrong: there was no need to rush things, she said. She wasn't exactly out too and - she added with a soft chuckle- after all, she always knew that dating a Pan Am stewardess wouldn't be exactly easy. It wasn't easy, she was right. But she made it worth it. She won my heart with gentleness and sweetness, and I like to think I made her fall in love with me in a similar manner but only she can confirm it. Kelsey was extremely romantic, more than I first suspected. Unless she was terribly late, she would never leave for work without pinning a gracious note to the fridge if I was still sleeping, and she baked decadent heart-shaped chocolate cakes for my birthdays. When we went skating at Central Park around Christmas, with the excuse to help me balance, she wrapped an arm around my waist the whole time. For our first anniversary, we opted for a dinner at my place. I bought a bottle of champagne and a rose on my way back from the airport: when I handed the chas to the cashier, the heart was pounding in my chest in excitement...I felt like the main character of a romantic movie. Kelsey was a vision in the floral dress she bought for the occasion. When after dinner, we put on a soft record and slow danced barefoot in the living room, all the miles I had left behind to be there that day vanished from my mind. All I could think of was the woman in my arms, the scent on her skin, the comforting warmth radiating from her body when I spooned her at night. Her contagious laughter, those emerald eyes I would have never forgotten. It took me a moment to process she was whispering some Beatles lines into my ear. Oh please, say to me You'll let me be your man And please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand Now, let me hold your hand And when I touch you I feel happy inside It's such a feelin' that my love I can't hide That's when I...cried. I hid my head in the crook of her neck and cried all the tears of joy I think I would have never shed. They kept flowing, I couldn't stop. Poor Kelsey got all concerned and mortified, fearing she had ruined our night. When I could finally speak again, I cupped her face and brushed away a loose strand of hair. Smiling through the tears, I stroke her cheek and told her not to be silly. I'm sure the kiss I pressed on her lips after dropping the l word put her mind at ease. Since that day I am one of the most envied members of my crew. My colleagues always asks of my mysterious lover who puts such a big smile on my face and pamper me with the best anniversaries and sweet surprises. I don't share the full details with them and I'm amused to hear their theories concerning this or that passenger. I soon started realising what others found out sooner then I did: how badly I missed -and I still do miss - Kelsey when I'm away. I love travelling and all the perks my job has, but now a five days land off in a dream destination also meant five days, possibly a week without seeing my love. One day a pilot I befriended gave me his old Polaroid camera as a belated gift and I started taking pictures to show her once we were reunited. Old cathedrals, breathtaking tropical beaches, views of European streets or Japanese gardens....everything that would catch my eye. We make albums of them and they're all piled up in the living room library side by side with Kelsey's medicine books. Now a picture of us relaxing in the grass in front of the Eiffel Tower lays there too. When my feelings for my sweet nurse became stronger and stronger and she started spending most of the week at my place, I decided to ask her to move in with me. And to make a phone call. I wasn't sure what my parents would say so I called Nancy instead. I needed to call her anyway and I told her. The truth, at last. I caught my breath for the whole time she took a long pause before speaking again. "Are you happy now, Sadie? I always thought you deserved happiness, that kind of happiness but never figured out why it seemed so hard for you...are you now with this girl?" No trace of judgement or mockery. If my confession made her somehow uncomfortable, she didn't show. On the contrary, she asked if we could all have lunch together when they would visit New York the next month: Fred would be busy with business meetings for the most time but maybe we could have lunch downtown: she, little Cathy, Kelsey and I. And so we did. Kelsey was awfully nervous about the meeting even if she was curious to get to know my best friend. She soon discovered she had no need to be so tensed: Nancy flashed her one of her brightest smile and pulled her into a hug as if they were old friends already. Little Cathy was a bit shier and politely shook her hand before hiding behind me. She loosened up during the meal though: by the end, Cathy even offered to share some of her fries and surprisingly picked her to walk her to the desserts display. I asked the two of them to bring back something for us too and Cathy nodded before offering her hand to Kelsey. When they was out of earshot, Nancy took the old conspiratorial look I remembered from our high school days. "Someone's blushing" I chuckled but before I could say something she argued that she had so much time to make up to. And my companion seemed awfully nice. "As mom used to say, a health professional is always useful in a family" she added absentmindedly, playing with a stray. "Now we're family, huh?" "Hush, best friends are basically sisters and sisters are family" she shrugged. "And even Cathy likes her as far as I can tell. Oh, here they come and full of sugar!" As the two of them slided back into the booth and handed out our desserts, Nancy spoke again. "Kelsey, I was just telling Sadie that you should come visit one day" she suggested, throwing me a smile before addressing my love again. "Fred couldn't make it today but you can stay at our place and we can show you around. It'll be fun, especially if you've never been to Florida. What about Thanksgiving? If you have time and no previous arrangement that is" Kelsey froze with her fork still at mid-air searching my gaze. Her cheeks turned a little pink. "That would be-" I started but Nancy was quicker than me. "Take your time, just think about it. We don't need an answer now but we will be so happy to have auntie Sadie and Kelsey whenever it suits you, right, honey?" As she put an arm around Cathy's shoulder, her little girl nodded enthusiastcally and flashed us a chocolatey smile. Nancy, the gleeful avalanche. That eventually hosted the two of us during the winter holidays since Thanksgiving didn't work out. They took us on a Christmas lights tour and treated us like the most renewed guests. Fred kept a bit to himself as usual: I don't know what Nancy told him but he was friendly to both of us. We spent a whole afternoon babysitting my "niece" as her parents went buying the finishing touches for the grand dinner. We baked gingerbread men and Cathy was all smiles and cute contagious laughters. Covered with flour and ginger but happy. The few days we spent in Florida were so different from the life I dreamed and I'm used to, on and off airplanes, surfing the clouds and being one of the "feminine icons of the decade" as a magazine claimed". Yet they kindled something inside me: I will never regret my choice of becoming a stewardess but Nancy was right when she called it "a strategic retreat", among many other more appealing things. I remembered the question Kelsey asked me when we first met about being always elsewhere...sure, travelling around satiate my curiosity to see the world, meet new people but it was also a way to run away from what I thought I could never had: a place in the world, a place to call my own where I could feel loved and myself. All it took was a fortuitous meeting at JFK airport. All it took was a brilliant girl from Michigan. Now, little girls still ask me for pictures when I walk out of the Pan Am gate and tell me I'm the woman they want to be one day. But I don't bask in that glory as I used to when I started. When the vessel touches the ground again, I know that the best time of my day is approaching. Just an hour away. My heart bursts in sweet excitement for when I open the door of my apartment, hang my bowler hat to the coat hanger and smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen. I'll smile, hearing familiar steps approaching from the bedroom, and say my favourite refrain: "Kelsey, love, I'm home".

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[foreverwcnter]

home is where the heart is

pairing — tom holland x reader

warnings — some abuse (one scene), slight angst, fluff.

summary — “when i look at you, i can feel it. i look at you and i’m home” y/n and tom were very close in their teenage years and in love, but when he was cast as spider-man, they split and moved on. years later they meet again.

author’s note — this is for @fairytaleparker and @neverlandparker ‘s disney writing challenge! i love you both so much and i hope you enjoy this so much! this is inspired by the great gatsby.

Years ago, there were two lovers. At fifteen, they went on their first date, holding hands gently, swinging their arms and laughing. There were feeling shared between small glances and small blushes. The first kiss was tense and awkward, but the second was comfortable and sweet. It was like a perfect fairytale, but one without the trials and triumphs. There were no slaying dragons, but they managed to slay any issues coming their way. The relationship was soft, sweet and irreplaceable.

These sweethearts believed they would live a long life together, but of course, the inevitable happened and an issue came between them. They split paths, went their own ways and left history behind them. Years passed and all feelings had been left behind... right?

You were spending your life as a writer while getting an English degree. Life couldn’t be better for you. You had a new boyfriend, and you were living your best life. Everything seemed perfect and was turning out perfectly. You and your boyfriend Marc were on a date going to your favorite cafe in London. 

As you stepped in, you gripped Marc’s hand, smiling to yourself as the aroma of the coffee, tea, and other delicacies flooded the air. You were quick to get in line to order your drinks, still holding hands and standing close to each other. 

“I’ll order for us, your usual right?” Marc smiled.

“Yep! I’ll grab us a table.”

You headed off to the corner booth, taking your seat and your phone out of your pocket, rereading an email your professor sent to you about your most recent essay before you heard a voice you hadn’t heard in a million years.

“Y/n, hey.”

You looked up, setting your phone down only to meet the eyes of your former lover. Tom. Tom stood there in all his glory, his normal stupid smile on his face. it was the same smile and pair of eyes you fell in love with so long ago. You wanted to tear your eyes away from his, but something prevented you. It was like you dove right back into the past, the one where you loved Tom until he moved away so suddenly. You were glad you didn’t hold him back though because he accomplished so much without you there. A tap on your shoulder broke you from your trance, turning to look over at Marc.

“Who is this?” Marc asked, eying Tom.

“Oh,” you paused, standing up by your chair. “Marc, this is Tom my ex-boyfriend and Tom this is Marc, my boyfriend.” 

A flash of hurt and heartbreak was seen in Tom’s hazel brown eyes. He should have expected it. You both had been told to move on after you break up and that's what you did. Tom didn’t though. He’s turned girls down and said he only went on a date with said girls because they reminded him of you and your beautiful face. Tom was still holding onto your hand in his head, but you started holding someone else’s. 

“Good to meet you, Marc,” Tom smiled, shaking your boyfriend’s hand politely. “I see you’re treating her very well, you guys look great together. “ Tom prevented his voice from cracking during those sentences. 

“Thanks, we’ve been very happy this past year and we just got a flat together,” Marc smiled. “Join us for coffee will you?”

Tom nodded and you and Marc sat across from him in the booth. The conversation was slightly awkward and tense, so you all worked around it instead of making it more comfortable. That was until Marc got a call from his office. “Be right there,” he hung up, kissing your cheek. “I’ve got to go, there were some issues at the office.” 

“Bye, love.”

You sighed, watching him walk off and then looking back to Tom. 

“I didn’t expect you to move on, to be honest,” Tom sighed, looking down shamefully. “I never did after all. “

“Tom, I didn’t want to hold you back from such an amazing opportunity. You know there would have been issues if we stayed together all that time. I didn’t want to face those issues at the time,” you explained, looking to Tom with a sad expression. “I didn’t want to stay so attached to a past lover, so I started going out with a few guys, none of them seemed to fit my expectations until I met Marc.” 

Tom took a sip of his tea, frowning to himself. He knew it was stupid to think you still loved him the way you used to. He wasn’t going to say anything about it though.

“Can we still be friends, Tom? I missed you and I want to spend time with you still.”

Tom nodded, taking a deep breath to concentrate. “Let me walk you home.”

After finishing your drinks, you walked side by side to the direction of your apartment. You were talking about your jobs and how you’ve made your successes.

“I actually wrote a novel which is published.” You smiled to yourself. Tom gave a look of amazement, his jaw dropping only slightly.

“Y/n, that’s amazing. I’ll have to read it soon.” 

“Well, I’ll have to watch your superhero movies soon, I haven’t been able to see them yet because of how busy me and Marc have been.” 

Tom nodded before a light bulb appeared over his head and he had an amazing idea. “How about tomorrow night I bring the movies over and we could have a marathon?” He pleaded in his head for you to say yes. He was trying to find excuses to spend more time with you.” 

“Of course, would you want to have more coffee tomorrow beforehand? I don’t have work tomorrow so my whole day is free.” They stopped outside the flat building and Tom eagerly nodded. 

After parting ways, you headed inside, changing into more comfortable clothes as you started to make dinner for that night. When Marc arrived home, you quickly told him you’d be going to the cafe again with Tom just to catch up and that Tom would be coming over as well afterward. It was clear Marc seemed a bit tense over the situation.

“Don’t you think it is a little weird for you to be hanging out with your ex?“ Marc asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “I mean, everyone usually hates their ex after dating. I mean I do. The girl was a psycho.” 

“Marc, she wasn’t a psycho, you were expecting too much from her while she was trying to help her family,” you explained. “I’m not going to go back to Tom because I love you. My feelings for him are long gone.” 

Right?

The next day, you and Tom enjoyed yourselves at the cafe, chatting and talking about your accomplishments and other dreams. It was a fun and light conversation filled with old inside jokes and stories. Every now and then silence would fall and a look of regret would be on your faces. Part of you regretted breaking up with Tom and going separate ways, but the other part of you knew it had been for the best and would have avoided any conflicts. Tom, on the other hand, wanted you back more than anything. You were still the angelic, funny, sweet young woman he used to know and he missed those days where you were his and he was yours. It was over now. Marc was now yours and you were now Marc’s. Tom couldn’t take that away. 

 The movie marathon was filled with laughs and funny comments until Marc got home. “Marc, come watch the movies with us?” You grinned, waving for him to come to sit with you. Tom scooted over away from you both slightly as Marc sat next to you, allowing you to rest against him for the movies. Those moments were tense for Tom. He wanted to be the one holding you. He wanted to keep you close and kiss your forehead sweetly. It was too bad Marc was there instead.

The next few weeks were filled with meetings at the coffee shop, hanging out together and more. You and Tom were close again. Close friends though. You’d never cheat on Marc or anyone for that matter. Marc didn’t seem to take it very well though. He was not trustful and was getting more possessive and controlling even. One day, you were going to the coffee shop to work on your next novel since Tom was too busy to hang out, but Marc had other plans.

“Y/n, are you going to hang out with Tom?” He asked you, standing in front of the door.

“No, I’ve got my novel to work on, Marc. I need to finish this chapter,” you explained, putting your laptop into your bag carefully and making sure you had the charger. 

“You’re lying, aren’t you.”

“No…” you responded, eyeing Marc suspiciously. “I’m not. I have to work on my novel, Tom is busy today, he’s got a family thing.” You tried moving past Marc to get to the door but then he did something shocking. Grabbing your shoulders, he shoved you against the door forcefully. “Marc!”

“You’re not to see him again, Y/n, I won’t allow it,” Marc practically growled, eyes dark as if his soul had left his body. You stared into his eyes with fear and helplessness.

“You are not to decide who I am to be friends with or not,” you shouted at him, trying to shove him off of you. Marc lost it then. His rage encompassed him and he didn’t hold back. He threw a punch straight at your face, your nose breaking under the pressure. You fell to the ground, eyes widening in horror and wincing from the pain. “What the hell, Marc?!” He didn’t stop at that though. He punched you again, this time hitting your eye. You didn’t pause for a second, grabbing your bag and running out of the flat and out of the building. Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you ran away from the madman still standing in your flat.

You ran and ran and ran and ran. It was a nightmare. This wasn’t what you needed. Your nose was still bleeding and eye bruising quickly but you had to get to the safest place you knew of, even if you were intruding on a family dinner. Once you arrived at the nice house, you knocked on the door urgently, wiping blood onto your sleeve from your nose. 

Luckily it was Tom there to greet you.

“Y/n? Oh my god, come inside,” he ushered you in, your tears still falling as you sniffled a little. “What happened?” 

Your bottom lip wobbled uncontrollably as you tried to speak. “Marc- I was going to the cafe to work on my next book and Marc, he thought I was seeing you again and he didn’t want me to go. He didn’t- want me to see you even as friends. I tried going past him and he-” you broke into a fit of sobs before Tom’s arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into his chest, not caring if blood from your broken nose was getting on his shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. You can stay here the night, I don’t want you going back there without me.” He rubbed the small of your back gently before pulling out of the hug. “Let’s get your nose cleaned up.” 

Leading you to the kitchen, he quickly grabbed a wet washcloth and started cleaning the blood off of your nose and around it. He was very gentle with you, eyes filled with a certain kind of worry as he held his hand against your cheek and pressed the wet cloth against the side of your nose, trying to clean up the blood. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped and you were finally cleaned up. 

“Tom,” you began, gently grabbing onto his other hand. “I’ve been thinking, a lot recently. We’ve become so close again and I started enjoying your company more than I did Marc’s. I didn’t- I didn’t feel the same about being with Marc after seeing you again.”

“Y/n…”

“Tom, I love you,” you finally stated, staring into his honey brown eyes. “I always have. I could never turn you down again. I still care for you, I miss you when you aren’t around. I feel so empty without you. I loved you then, I loved you now. I’ll love you forever.”

Tom bit his lip, staring at you with his loving eyes with the most adoring expression. “I love you more than you could ever, know, Y/n. When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you and I’m home. You’ve always been home to me, Y/n. When I saw you again I told myself, This is the universe saying you are the most important thing in my life, but when I saw Marc with you, I almost gave up hope until we kept talking. I love you so much. Marc doesn’t deserve someone as kind and trustworthy and loyal as you. “

You smiled lightly, looking up at Tom with love. You leaned closer and pressed your lips to his, noses brushing and smiling into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around him as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Passion, love, and adoration were all poured into the kiss. The love you shared was unmatchable and the bond was unbreakable. You would both take things step by step into the future. 

Tom was your home and you were Tom’s home. Your hearts would lay with each other forever.

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[prettyboongi]

Right as Rain

Reader x Kim Seokjin

Word Count: 1,295

Genre: Angst w/ fluff ending

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: mentions of depression

[A/N: This is inspired by a scene from one of my favorite anime, After the Rain. It’s kinda cheesy but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Hope you guys like this!]

“The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually.”                                                                                                             -Eeyore

 It’s been raining a lot lately. You would think that the arrival of spring came with nothing but endless sunshine, flowers and cute furry animals. Yet, your town has been hit with so much downpour that you were more familiar with the dark, brooding clouds than the sun itself. For many people, rainy weather tends to put them in a gloomy mood and have them wishing for the sunlight to finally break through the dark sky. But these days, you’ve been rather welcoming of it. 

Life hasn’t been going well for you lately. Three months ago, you injured your ankle during an important track meet for your school. While you did comply with the much needed physical therapy, you were absolutely devastated when your doctor told you probably wouldn’t be to run as fast as you did before. Before the incident, you were undoubtedly your school’s star runner. As long as you could remember, running has always been a huge passion for you. So to find out that you mostly likely couldn’t run the same way you did before, you lost all faith in your passion. At the end, you decided to quit track and field, much to your team’s dismay. Subsequently, you’ve become distant with the people around you: your former teammates, your parents, and even your best friend who have been worried about you since the day you got injured. Giving up something so important to you was the hardest thing you had to do. However, you felt leaving your old self behind was necessary to move on. The only thing that seemed to comfort your broken heart was the rain. The soft, dim atmosphere as well as the droning pitter-patter sound the raindrops made upon impact on the concrete almost felt like being enveloped in a warm embrace.  But in reality, the rain was more or less your prison as you continue to slip into a deep depression. 

One late afternoon, you were walking home after school when it started to drizzle. Knowing it was going to rain sometime today, you brought out your yellow umbrella to shield you from the scattering raindrops. However, you didn’t expect this light shower to turn into a sudden heavy downpour. Even with your umbrella, your clothes and shoes were increasingly becoming more drench and it was still a long walk home. You needed to take refuge somewhere, and luckily you remembered there was a cafe nearby you could stay in still the rain fizzles out. Funny enough, this would be your first time stepping into this place. You only knew about it from your best friend, who wanted you to accompany her before things turned for the worse. 

The first thing you noticed as you walked into the near empty cafe was filled with the warm, glowing lighting. The cozy atmosphere greatly contrasted with the dark gray world outside. Gentle acoustic folk rock music played in the background, complemented by the faint sounds of mugs clicking and blenders whirling. 

You choose to sit at a table at the farthest corner of the cafe, next to a raindrop stained window. Once you sat down, you took out your phone and texted your mom 

You: I’m coming home a little bit later. Be home soon

After stuffing your phone back into your jeans pocket, you rested your chin on your hand and stared out the window. Letting your mind run free, you can’t help but think about everything that’s happened these past few months. Getting hurt. Disappointing so many people. Closing your heart from the entire world. 

You don’t know exactly how long you were lost in self-reflection, it wasn’t until you felt a thud on your table when you were brought out of your reverie. You look down to see a medium sized mug placed in front of you. You couldn’t tell what kind of drink that was handed to you as it was heavily topped with fluffy whipped cream and sprinkled with chocolate shavings. Feeling the presence of someone standing next to you, you look up to see a tall man softly smiling at you. He was wearing a black apron with a nametag that read “Manager: Seokjin”. It was hard not to notice how handsome this man was; he had neat light brown hair, soft almond shaped eyes and plush lips. As pleasant as it was making eye contact with this cute stranger, it was starting to make you feel a bit self-conscious. 

“Um,” you began, “I didn’t order this.” 

The manager gives you a warm smile. “Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.”

Feeling a bit flustered, you reached for your wallet. “No I really don’t mind paying-”

Before you could finish, he interrupts you with a hand gesture, “No, please Miss, I insist.”

You were caught off guard by the man’s kind actions and, seeing that you had no choice but to accept it, you took a careful sip of the drink. It turned out he gave you a mug of hot chocolate, a favorite of yours actually. You close your eyes while savoring the rich, creaminess of the chocolatey drink. You had your fair share of good hot chocolate but this particular one is the best you ever had. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, quickly wiping the whipped cream from your top lip. “This is really good. Thank you.” 

The manager gave your kind nod. “It was my pleasure, Miss”. Before completely turning away, he says one more thing to you: “I’m sure it’ll stop raining soon.” You silently watch him walk away, presumably to go back to doing his job. 

You couldn’t shake off how strange this situation as you weren’t used to kind gestures like this. You went back to drinking your hot chocolate, feeling more warmer with each long sip. By time you’ve finished, it was almost as if a miracle happened. You noticed the heavy rain suddenly stopped and bright sunlight poking through the grayish clouds. First, the initial heavy rain, then free hot chocolate, now this? This day was just filled with surprises. 

As you grabbed your belongings, you looked around the cafe to find the nice manager from before but he was nowhere to be seen. You at least wanted to thank him again for the drink. 

The moment you stepped out of the cafe, you felt the sun’s ray benevolent shine on you. You even had to cover your eyes for a minute as they adjust to sudden brightness. 

“I’m sure it’ll stop raining soon.”

You thought about what the manager said to you before he walked away. As silly as it sounds, you wanted to believe that his simple, but kind gesture was powerful enough to change the weather for you. Maybe he sensed your true emotions the second you entered the cafe due to having some kind of odd empathic ability. Or maybe he just could tell by the way you slumped your body while listlessly staring out the window. Whatever it was, you were happy that he picked up on something about you. Because of him and the hot chocolate he gave you, you now were given back something you lost so long ago: hope. Hope to be able to run like you used to. Hope for your personal relationships you badly strained. Hope for better days. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and took it out. Your mom texted you. 

Mom: Hey when are you coming home???

You smile at the screen as you texted her back. 

You: I’m on my way

It was as if the text you just sent was a promise to yourself. That you were on your way to being happy once again. 

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[seokjinchuriki]

Hit Deep | knj

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1652

Genre: not sure what it’d be categorized as-

Summary: you can’t shake the feeling of loneliness and namjoon is there to try to help

Warnings: hitting rockbottom

a/n: honestly i’m going through something similar to this and it’s helping me to write it out, so the ending is stoopid

Hit Deep Cherry Blossom

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When you hit rockbottom, life feels like it's reached its end. For you, yeah, it feels as such, the pains of your life taking over in the most unexpected ways.  College should've given you more freedom than the life you lived with your parents, who, at this point, have a six month old baby. For a small portion of your life, that baby was your responsibility, almost as if she was your own. It wouldn't have been too surprising, you've reached an age where the possibility of pregnancy is prominent, especially since this is where you're most reckless.

You'd think the responsibility of taking care of other people would go away, but it has yet to. You have your roommate, who you once called your best friend, who requires constant care and coddling. You say once called your best friend because, right now, you feel more like her mother more than anything else.

You don't know who you are anymore.

And that's the most scary part.

You sat in the library, rubbing your face, you were stressed to say the least. It was midterm season and every class you took made you feel as though you were losing the sanity you had.

It was like the world finally found the one person they can beat up, without consequences, and that person was you. Sitting here, feeling like you might cry from the amount of built up emotions in your system.

When you feel like you've taken the part of someone's mom, especially someone whose emotions are harder to keep at bay, you lose the ability to share your own and you're stuck being like an closed jar, unable to open up and it's hard, it's hard to breakdown when nobody can see it. Not even the people you hold closest to you because if they did, your strong façade would break and everything you worked so hard for would disappear.

Before you could continue to think, you heard a chair shuffle around you, the sound of someone placing their backpack on the table.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" asked a surprisingly calm voice, one that caught your attention immediately.

"Huh? Oh, no... you can sit here, if you uh- would like to." You say, your voice betraying you a bit, the man who stood behind the chair beside you was breathtaking and the fact that he chose to sit beside you when there were so many other seats beside many other more interesting people was beyond you.

He gave you a smile, sitting down in the seat he had already pulled out.

"I'm Namjoon, and you are?" he greeted you, for some reason, catching you by surprise.

"I'm (y/n.)" you greeted back, he nodded, opening up the book he pulled out of his bag and placed it onto the table.

You both sat in silence for a while, you debating whether or not you wanted to make small talk, him randomly highlighting sentences in his textbook.

He was gonna regret not actually reading, but he really wanted to talk to you. He's seen you around and vise versa, but you never seem to pay attention to him, always deep in thought, you looked so tired, but despite that, you were breathtaking. You had a story to tell him with your eyes, to tell anyone with your eyes.

Okay, Namjoon, just talk to her, he said to himself and he did. Following his own advice.

"So... what's your major?" he asked, and you were shaken out of your homework-induced trance.

"I uh- I'm a biochem major," you let out, rubbing your tired eyes, either you were sleeping with your eyes open or just really, REALLY focused on your work. It was the former, but not that you'd let a complete stranger know that, "what about you?"

"Philosophy major, very exciting!" the sarcasm in his voice was prominent and it made you chuckle, "I bet chemistry is way more exciting, you must be really smart!"

"Pfft, me? Smart? You're very funny, Namjoon. I can agree that chemistry is a bit more exciting, I remember I went with a friend of mine to meet up with his philosophy professor to gain more information," you paused to take a breather, talking to long is exhausting, "and man... his professor kept glancing at me and finally, he brought me into the conversation and I did not understand anything he was saying. You're the smart one here."

"Yeah... You're talking about Professor Min, wait... there's a lot of Min's here, Professor Min Joohyeon, right?" Namjoon asked.

You nodded, "the man knew I wasn't into philosophy! You can see it in my cold eyes."

For some reason, talking to Namjoon was so easy and that's how your friendship started.

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It has only been a few months since you met Namjoon, but you were both attached by the hip already, he was a great friend. In a way, he replaced the void your best friend left when she started treating you like you were her mom and it was refreshing. He was refreshing.

He didn't expect you to do things for him. He didn't discourage you when you wanted to try new things. He was a breath of fresh air in your world of pollution.

"That's crazy, (y/n)! You have to accept! You have to join in on the research!" Namjoon exclaimed excitedly, you had just told him that your chem professor had offered you to join in on some research and you might end up getting published, you were really excited, but your best friend discouraged you on it, saying that you wouldn't have time to do anything, or more specifically have time to take care of her.

Here Namjoon was, telling you to go on and do the things you dreamed of doing, but he was also giving you advice, telling you it was your choice and that if you knew you could do it and wanted to do it, go for it!

"You can't let people tell you what to do, especially when it's your life, my friend. It would be a shame not to take these opportunities." Namjoon was right. You do need to take these opportunities. You do need to do the things you want.

And so you did, you told your professor you did want to join in on the research project.

—

You were happy, you weren't as stressed as everyone said you'd be. Maybe just a bit stressed, a little hard to manage, but you weren't dying in work like you thought you would be.

You were thriving.

Today, however, you were not. You sat on the bed of your dorm, typing away at your computer, until your roommate comes in, immediately complaining about her day. Just yesterday, the both of you had went to dinner, she decided that night would be the night to pay, and you were ecstatic because you were usually the one paying, but you weren't happy that long.

She complained. She complained about the $50 meal. When you were around busting your ass off and paying for $100 groceries without any complaint. You drove her around. You paid for most of the groceries in the dorm. You basically wrote her essays for her. You bought her food. You let her vent her feelings and gave her advice, which she didn't listen to... at all. She wasn't very supportive of anything you wanted to do, when you were completely supportive of her.

You were always there for her, and what about her for you? Maybe she believes she's there, but she's honestly draining you, draining you more than she said the research would.

You were tired.

She complained about everything and anything that happened, about the boy she talked to, who she knows is going through a hard time, hasn't texted her back. About things you constantly give her advice for.

"Soomin, I was waiting for you to come home to make sure that you knew there's food in the fridge, I'm gonna go study at the library. See you later?" You said quietly, a smile on your face as you packed up your laptop. She said a thank you, nodding her head, and plopped down onto her bed.

You said a tiny goodbye and left, making sure you had your room key and ID so you could get back into the building once you were done.

You were meeting the lovely Kim Namjoon, and actually not to study this time! Just to talk and enjoy coffee.

—

Everything about the little cafe you both sat in was beautiful, from the way the lights hung and the way everything was set up. You were beautiful too, which Namjoon thought, with how relaxed you sat in front of him. You were usually always so tense, but not right, not when you're with him.

Your eyes, however, betrayed your body.

Deep down, no matter what, the loneliness never seemed to go away.

It was like you were drowning, in a pool of all your doubts and worries, but there was never one thing you could just... place. You couldn't shake the feeling away and Namjoon knew that.

The world tends to turn its back on people, even the people who don't deserve it, especially you. The girl who spent her life taking care of other people and not taking care of yourself.

You weren't together yet, but Namjoon knew he had to take care of you. You deserve it. You deserve every ounce of love and appreciation and while he can't do it as a lover, for now, he can do it as your friend.

Namjoon was determined to erase the loneliness from your eyes, even if it takes a long time.

While the scariest part is that you don't know who you are anymore, when you hit rockbottom, the only way you can go is up.

—

a/n: this is kind of stupid?? i dunno

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[gruviafan-forever]

CAFE LOVE (GRUVIA)

A/N: This is a modern au one shot.

Gray's age: 26 years

Juvia's age: 23 years

Today was the tenth time Gray Fullbuster is going to visit ' Nora's Cafe ' in a span of two months.

When asked about his frequent visit to the cafe by his friends, all he said was, 'the food over there was worth every penny'.

His friends especially the girls didn't believe his reason as they knew a guy never visits any place twice until and unless that has some significance in his life.

But Gray defended himself from their silly assumptions and carried on with his office work.

Slowly few months passed by and Gray's visit became a routine both to him and the cafe.

The manager of the cafe becomes delighted every time Gray paid them a visit.

One fine Saturday evening, when Gray reached the cafe his eyes widened due to shock when he saw his female friends standing in front of the cafe while grinning at him.

Gray's eyes twitched and smiled sheepishly while waving his palms at them.

"Hi girls, what brings you here?" He asked them in a surprised tone.

The beautiful blonde, Lucy Heartfillia and the Scarlet haired beauty, Erza Fernandez, both were his best female friends after Natsu Dragneel whom he considered as a frenemy and a good brother. He also happens to be Lucy's fiance.

Just a year back, Erza Scarlet married the love of her life, Jellal Fernandez in a lavish wedding ceremony which was held in one of the biggest churches of Magnolia.

Gray had known them since his childhood and all of them shared an unspoken bond of blossoming friendship since their school days which continued further even after finding their stands in their respective careers.

"Just thought of having girl's night. Nothing much." Erza spoke as she smiled at him.

Gray raised his eyebrow knowing very well their secret intentions.

"Good, so carry on. I will take my leave. Bye, have a fun filled evening."

Gray literally began to move backwards knowing that was the best thing.

Lucy caught hold of his wrist and smirked, "Well Gray, now you are here. Why don't you spend some time us? It would be fun to catch up with you."

Erza grinned and caught hold of his other wrist and pulled him into the cafe.

Now he knew there was no turning back and his secret would be out any moment from now.

Once the trio entered the cafe, one of the attendee escorted them to an empty space opposite to cash counter where a young pretty blunette sat on her desk doing some work in the computer, Juvia Locksar, the manager of Nora's Cafe.

Gray sat on the bench facing the blunette while the girls sat opposite to him.

The attendee gave them the menu and waited for them to order.

Gray fidgeted as the thought of spending time with two ladies might cause a bad impression in the eyes of certain blunette which he didn't want to happen in any case.

As if on cue, Juvia raised her head from the monitor and saw her crush staring at her which made her blush.

Seeing her flustered Gray gave his cheeky grin and waved his hand to greet her.

Juvia shyly waved her hand and mouthed him her greeting with a warm smile.

That's when her smile dropped as she took notice of two ladies who had accompanied her crush whose faces were not clear except for their hair colors.

Ever since she opened this cafe six months back, Gray had frequently visited her cafe and became her regular costumer.

Juvia had harbored those warm feelings for him since the day he began talking to her on a friendly manner which was on his 4th visit over here. 

So till now, she and Gray had become best of friends who shared an amicable relationship. 

They started talking via mobile just a month back much to Juvia's delight as Gray was the one who asked her number first with a huge blush on his cheeks which she swore would never forget in her lifetime.

Sometimes she wished herself to be a bit more confident and declare her love to him.

But she feared as she didn't want to ruin the best of their relationship.

After checking through the menu Erza and Lucy ordered their choice and Gray said his usual which the attendee nodded her head and went to get their respective dishes.

"So Gray, it looks like you are a regular customer here. Tell us, what's so good in this cafe?" Lucy smirked.

Erza looked around the wall paintings and decorations around the cafe which pleased and amused her.

That's when she saw the blunette who was looking at them.

She instantly turned her head to the side, then again looked at Erza as if some kind of realization dawned upon her which was same for Erza.

"Hey Juvia"

"Hello Erza-San"

Juvia got up from her chair and went near her to personally greet. When Juvia reached the table where the trio were seated.

Erza got up and hugged her which caused confusion for both Gray and Lucy.

"How are you? I never knew this was the cafe which you opened.

        Sorry I couldn't visit you with Jellal during the opening day and these six months were so hectic as we were busy finishing the projects of several clients at a time." Erza apologized.

Juvia broke the hug and smiled brightly, "It's okay, nee-San. Juvia knows how busy you have been lately.

   She's happy that you got time to visit her cafe. Welcome to Nora's cafe."

"Well sorry to interrupt your moment, how do you know Juvia?"

Gray asked her as he clearly heard his crush calling his friend as a sister. He was curious to know the relationship between them.

"Gray-sama, nee-san is Juvia's brother's wife, basically her sister-in-law. Didn't Juvia say to you that she has an elder brother who is married to a beautiful, elegant lady?" Juvia told him with a flustered cheeks.

Gray formed an 'O' mouth and mentally began to fidget after grasping the new found information. 

'Man, so she's the sister Jellal mentioned and the cutie pie sister-in-law of Erza.

    Both of them will bury me if they found out that I'm having a crush on her.' Gray thought to himself.

While Lucy and Erza were more keen on knowing the reason behind Gray's suffix and why she called him with a flushed face.

"Gray-sama??" Both Lucy and Erza asked in unison.

They looked at both Gray and Juvia whose face was cherry colored due to embarrassment while the former tried to suppress the warmth from spreading across his face.

Gray fake coughed to grab the sudden heavy atmosphere under his control, "Well Lucy and Erza, as you know she is Juvia. I befriended her here and ever since then we have been good friends."

Then Juvia continued, "Yeah, Gray-sama has become Juvia's friend for 6 months now. She never knew he could be your friend, nee-san."

Just as she was about to continue further the customers called her to collect their bills which might keep her busy for sometime.

After Juvia left, a cheeky grin appeared on both the girls face, "So Gray, now we understand the reason behind your frequent visits. She's cute and pretty. Nice choice indeed." Lucy teased him.

"Did you ask her out still?" Erza asked him as she folded her arms against her chest.

Gray decided to let the cat out of the bag and shook his head in sideways while rubbing the back of his neck.

The ladies smiled at him, "So you do like her?" Erza asked him.

"Hey I love her. Six months ago, I saw her in a day care center when I went to pick up Lyon's son. There she was happily playing and taking care of those little ones. That moment itself she entered my heart.    

      Luckily the next day, I entered this cafe to have dinner before heading back home. That's when I came to know she's the manager of this place. So every weekend I would end up here. She would welcome me with her warm, bright smile.

    Slowly I began falling for her as I came to know more about her. Just last month, we exchanged numbers and began talking and texting on everyday basis. I'm just hoping even she feels the same towards me."

Gray said looking at his crush who was busy collecting the bills.

Lucy thought for awhile then exclaimed her idea, "Hey let's test if she also feels the same towards you.

    As far as I saw the way she looked at you with that flustered face.

   I'm damn sure she loves you too. To confirm your doubts, why don't we make her feel jealous?"

Gray raised his eyebrow at her idea, "What do you mean?"

"She means we are going to make Juvia jealous by hitching you with Lucy for sometime now.

   If her face and mood changes then that means she also harbours those kind of feelings for you." 

Erza exclaimed and her brown eyes shone with glitter.

"No...I don't want her to think that I'm committed. It will ruin my chances with her. Give some other ideas." Gray protested just then their order arrives to the table.

After taking a few bites, Lucy convinced Gray that it would be very subtle and need not worry about that.

After finishing their dishes, Lucy went to pay the bill while Gray and Erza sat waiting for the action to unfold.

Juvia smiled at her, "Oh Lucy-san, right?"

"Yes,Juvia. Here is the bill and take the  card."

Lucy handed her card while Juvia swiped the card on the machine and held to Lucy so that she could enter the pin.

"So I heard my Gray visits your cafe often. Thank you for taking care of him." Lucy flashed her toothy grin.

Juvia's color faded from her face when she heard Lucy as 'My Gray'.

Her voice choked as she never expected Gray to be committed as by the way he interacted with her, seemed to her more like he was single.

"Ye...yeah, I.its okay,Lucy-san. It's Juvia's duty to take care of her customers. We must treat every customer as a king. So there's no problem." Juvia let out the words in a depressed tone.

Lucy took the hint from her voice and felt guilty for making her sad. But that was not enough to clear her doubts.

"Juvia, are you free next Saturday?" Lucy asked her in a chirpy tone.

"Well Juvia has to see the month planner to know that. May Juvia know the reason, Lucy-san?"

Lucy grinned, "I thought you could come and meet the rest of our friends. Moreover, it's my Gray's birthday before the wedding. So will you join us?"

Juvia's eyes widened due to shock and big droplet of water began to form in those blue orbs.

Juvia excused herself and ran to the locker room to let out her tears. She felt a very painful ache in heart. 

"Why does it always happen to Juvia? Why can't Juvia find the love of her life?"

        When she thought, she finally met her dream man but all her hopes got shattered.

      She shouldn't have fallen for his charms and antics."

Juvia cried out looking at herself as a mess in front of the mirror. Just then, the door opened and entered her crush with a worried look adorned on his handsome visage.

"Juvia, were you crying?" He asked in concern and closed the gap between them.

Juvia quickly wiped her tears and smiled at him as if nothing happened.

"No Gray-sama, it's just some dirt fell in her eyes. That's all. See now Juvia is alright." She smiled at him.

Gray remained silent and looked down at her as if waiting to hear more from her. 

"Juvia, are you free tomorrow morning?" 

Juvia wondered why he was asking her. She guessed it must be the reason which Lucy told her to introduce her to the rest of the members of her brother's gang.

"Why do you ask, Gray-sama?"

Gray said with red cheeks, "Because we are going on a date. Be ready at 10 am. I will pick you up."

Juvia blinked her eyes in confusion and wondered whether she heard him right.

"Gray-sama, why would you take Juvia on a date? If you are getting married to Lucy-san." Juvia raised her voice.

Gray chuckled and pinched her nose, "She's getting married to my friend, Natsu whom I mentioned a few days back. Remember?

    And moreover, she was playing a trick on you to find whether you also feel the same towards me.

    Looks like you do feel the same way for me.  I love you, Juvia. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Juvia sighed in relief and became flushed with Gray's confession.

Without further ado, she hugged him tightly and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Yes Gray-sama. Juvia is willing to be your girlfriend. If Gray-sama wishes to be her boyfriend?" Juvia grew red with the sudden bold confession.

Gray chuckled and ran his hand on her back, "Sure I would love too."

Soon the door opened to reveal Erza and Lucy with a soft smile. Lucy apologised to Juvia for playing tricks on her.

 And clarified that she and Natsu was getting married next month and invited her personally.

Then both the ladies congratulated the couple in front of her.

But Erza could see a bit of disappointment in her eyes which she could make out reason behind her worry.

"Juvia, don't worry. I will make your brother to give you permission. If not, he won't be laid for another one year.

   And Gray, if you make her sad, I and Jellal will break your neck. Got it?"

Erza threatened her friend and became protective of her sister-in-law.

Gray gulped and nodded his head in agreement while the girls giggled.

#gruvia #cafelover #modern au #nalu #jerza #ft juvia #ft gray #ft lucy #ft erza #fairy tail juvia #fairy tail erza #fairy tail gray #fairytail #fairy tail lucy

[belladonnabear]

BNHA Scenario: Your Villain Ex Tries To Get Back At You But You're Saved by Your Boyfriend

Scenario: A long time ago you dated a man you thought was sweet and had a heart of gold. Turns out you dated a criminal and end up revealing who he is to the police! He manages to get away but you end up finding new love with Yagi Toshinori, Shouta Aizawa or Hizashi Yamada. While on a date, your boyfriend gets distracted by a villain and tells you to run off to hide. That's when your ex seizes the moment to get his revenge on you!

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might

Toshi in your opinion was the perfect boyfriend. You had been dating him for almost two years now and everything felt perfect. He was a gentleman with you. Never made you uncomfortable, always knew how to make you smile and he made you feel important.

Trust was a big part of your relationship. The two of you opened to each other about things you never tell anyone. You knew he was All Might and swore to secrecy. And he knew about your past as well.

You two were on a date together when it happened. The sun was shining as you two were walking hand in hand in the park. You two came to this park often so you knew the best spots to see the flowers and animals.

He made a flower crown out of daisies when you were watching the bunnies run around. He carefully placed the flower crown on your head with a goofy smile on his face. At the romantic gesture, you kissed him on the cheek. Causing the poor man to cough up some blood out of surprise.

Then with your quirk, you made some aster flowers and formed them into a crown. You placed it on Toshi’s head and took a picture of how adorable he looked.

However, the romantic moment was cut short when a loud noise was heard. Toshi braced you as he checked the area. A large ten foot villain that resembled a rhino hybrid was rampaging in the park. Causing mothers to run away with their children in their arms and elderly people fleeing for their lives.

Toshi frowned and told you to go hide while he deals with this. You take off running as smoke erupts from Toshi.

You took a shortcut to a secret spot you and Toshi would meet up at. While running you texted him what you were doing.

I'm heading to the flower shop on 23rd North Avenue! I'll be in the alleyway waiting! Please be safe! Love you!

Just as you finally made it to the alleyway, a familiar voice spoke.

"Long time no see baby~!"

A cold chill went down your body as you turned around to see your ex. He had a smirk on his face wearing a costume.

"Y-You're a villain now?"

Shadows erupted from his body and wrapped around you. Since you were already exhausted from the running, you stood no chance. You tried to scream for help but your mouth was covered by the shadowy tendrils.

"Now, now, babycakes we don't want any of that now do we? I was hoping I would run into you or that scraggly looking boyfriend of yours! He looks like a weakling!"

He was snickering at the flower crown on your head. Now you really were scared. He was after you and Toshi? You knew your boyfriend was tough but you couldn't live with yourself if something happened to him.

"Did you ever tell him about us? How you left me because you didn't love me for who I truly was? Does he really love?"

You did tell Toshi about dating a former villain. You told him everything and he was very understanding of your situation. That's part of the reason you loved him so much.

The story goes that you were naive and believed in his lies that he was a lawyer with a busy schedule. Before, he was a charming man with a good sense of humor. Things changed after eight months of dating.

He stood up many dates and you came to the conclusion he was cheating on you. What you found was much worse though. You decided to catch him in the act and followed him. 

He was at a warehouse with some suspicious looking men and you quietly began recording the ordeal. At this point, you knew something was off. 

That was when your ex brutally murdered the men with his shadow quirk and laughed like a maniac at their corpses. From this horrific experience, you went to the police and showed them the video evidence of him killing these men and explained everything.

However, your ex had gotten word of you turning him over to the police and left. He was seen on the news a few times but you never saw him again until now. 

The shadow that was covering your mouth moved. He wanted to hear your answer. With a harsh scowl you yelled aloud.

"DON'T EVER CALL TOSHI A WEAKLING! HE'S NOTHING LIKE YOU! I LEFT YOU BECAUSE I FOUND OUT THE TRUTH! THAT YOU ENJOYED KILLING PEOPLE WHO YOU THOUGHT WERE NOTHING! YOU'RE VILE TRASH! I'LL LOVE TOSHI TILL MY DYING BREATH! YOU'RE NOTHING-!"

The black shadows wrapped around your mouth again but this time they also went around your throat. 

They began suffocating you. 

You tried scratching at the black shadows some more and wiggled around trying to break free. Your screams were being muffled and your vision began fading. Your quirk was useless in this alleyway filled with no specks of grass anywhere in sight.

You saw the gaze your ex was giving you, as you were struggling to breath. His eyes were full of rage and vengeance. 

"You stupid selfish little-!"

"DETROIT SMASH!!!"

A loud yell was heard as your ex was punched directly in the face. The force of the hit reminded you a powerful storm, as he was flung across the alleyway. 

The shadows that were choking you vanished and you started coughing roughly. All Might leaned over with a worried look in his eyes.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't get here soon enough! Please forgive me!"

"N-Not...yo-your fault..."

Police eventually arrived and your ex was arrested for multiple felonies. You were escorted home by All Might and when you were alone at your apartment, he hugged you.

The rhino villain was a simple villain for All Might to take down. Once the villain was with the cops, he tried to call you but you didn't pick up. That signaled to All Might that something was wrong. 

All Might left the villain to the police and bolted to your rescue. 

He kept thinking about the worse case scenario when he raced to your rescue. If he was even a minute late, you would be dead. Murdered by your ex for revenge.

Toshi didn't sleep well that night. He held you the whole night out of fear that you would be gone if you left his sight.

Not that you could blame him. The situation frightened you, as well. 

After this encounter, your relationship slowly began going back to normal. However, you changed a few things so Toshi didn't have to worry about you as much.

You texted each other more frequently. Having code words if you were in a hostage situation. He even taught you some self-defense as well but made sure you didn't get hurt.

However, your relationship was important and you wouldn't trade Toshi for anyone else. No matter which form he was in, he was your hero.

When you told him this, they man's face erupted red and he fell over.

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead

Grumpy cat man loved you, even if he wasn't good at showing it. But that's part of the reason you two are still together. That and he loves you're a neko with a cat ears, a tail and even claws!

Part of him wonders why you're still with him but he doesn't complain. He's pretty happy you two are still together.

He knows how to calm you down if you're having a stressful day, his dry sense of humor does get some laughs out of you and he was reliable if you ever needed any help.

Which was really tested today.

The two of you were coming back from your favorite cat cafe. To an outsider Shouta might look impassive but you knew he was content with how the date was turning out.

You browsing at some handcrafted jewelry when a scream was heard. Both of you looked over to see a man snatching an elderly couples purse and he managed to snag another woman's purse as well.

The man was super fast as he kept stealing from more people. Shouta frowned at the situation as he recognized the villain from the news. The two of you nodded at each other and he took off with his scarf hovering around him.

Sirens began hollering as police went after the thief. People began running away panicking from the villain and you were about ready to join them when a pair of eyes caught your attention.

These eyes were feral and hungrilly began eyeing you like a piece of meat. It was another villain. However, you knew him better as your ex.

That's when you took off in a different direction to get away from him. You were panicking on what to do. Shouta was busy dealing with another villain and the police were going in the opposite direction you were heading.

Plus your ex had a Lycan Quirk, he could track you down his nose and follow you wherever you ran. He could only be in his true form when the moon was full but he was still stronger and faster than you were.

Just as you were about to grab your phone to call for the police, a heavy body slammed onto you. With a hiss of pain, the phone slid away from you.

Your ex showed off his white canine teeth with a wicked grin on his face. He truly looked like a beast, even without the full moon.

"Hey there pretty kitty, been awhile hasn't it?"

That nickname was always something you hated but he didn't seem to care. His grip on your wrists tightened and he snarled.

“If you scream for help, I’ll tear out your throat kitten.”

“What do you want?”

You two were together four years ago. He used to be a handsome polite man with a sassy personality. 

However that changed after six months of dating. He was starting to act like a real jerk. With him losing his temper around you and treating you like a pet.

His possessive nature was driving you mad and you finally had enough once you two were on a date. Some guys began picking on his strange werewolf looks and he lost control. Blood spilled that night as he killed all of them. He devoured them like a ravenous animal with no control. 

Taking a few photos, you took them to the police and an arrest warrant was set out for your ex but he was never found. Some police and heroes however were injured when they encountered him.

And now, he was here for revenge.

“I’m really disappointed in you. Unlike the other scum in my life, you didn’t judge me because of my quirk. Yet you were the one who ended up hurting me the most.”

He always did this to try and make you feel bad. And maybe you would have four years ago but things are different now.

“It’s hard being on the run from the law. But you seem perfectly fine, even though you betrayed my trust. You even ended up dating some other guy. Some homeless looking guy who apparently has a fetish for cat girls. Bet that’s the only reason he’s with someone as selfish as you.”

It was really hard trying to remain silent as he berated you. Then your cellphone’s ringer went off and your ex used one hand to wrap around your throat and the other to pick up your phone. You tried digging your nails into his arm but he was unbothered.

He smugly showed the caller ID and your heart froze.

It was Shouta.

Your ex answered the call as you heard Shouta’s voice.

“(Y/N)! Did you get away safely?”

Your ex put the phone on speaker.

“Don’t worry about thing dirtbag! Your girlfriend is doing just fine with me! We’re having a fantastic time, aren’t we kitten?”

He squeezed your throat tighter and you began coughing.

“Don’t hurt her! Let her go!”

Your ex laughed and howled with amusement. He leaned down closer to you mocking.

“But we’re having sooo much fun! Don’t worry about a thing! I’ll make her death painless!”

Fear rushed through your veins as your claws scratched your ex but this time you managed to get part of his eye.

He growled out in pain and you managed to slip away while running back to where Shouta might have been.

You could hear him behind you roaring in a fit of rage. That didn’t stop you as you kept running. Your cell phone wasn’t on you so you couldn’t call for help. You just kept sprinting and trying to get away from him.

You made it back to the abandoned jewelry stand you were at before. However, your ex was finally catching up to you and launched himself at you. Ready to tear you to shreds like those men.

But a scarf managed to wrap around him and he crashed onto the ground. Your tearful eyes saw Shouta looked furiously at your ex.

Your ex then tried to attack Shouta but with a mighty pull he missed his attack. Instead, your ex hit face first into the wall and was knocked out.

Once he made sure he was out, Shouta ran over to you with a look of concern in his eyes.

“Did he hurt you? Damn it! I’m so stupid! I’m sorry (Y/N)...”

The police eventually came and arrested your ex. After getting examined by a paramedic, you were free to go. With only bruises on your wrists and throat.

Shouta held onto you tightly as you made your way home and explained the situation. Apparently, while he was after the villain, he tried to steal Midnight’s purse. Which obviously backfired, since he didn’t recognize her in a civilian outfit.

He called to try and end your date normally since Midnight was going to take care of the villain but the phone call made him rush to save you from your ex.

You already told him about your history with your ex and made sure to keep an eye out in case your ex was around. But he ended up getting distracted by another villain and almost lost you.

You two got apps on your phones to keep tabs on each others location and called each other more often.

Shouta gave you some lessons to help defend yourself against a villain and for better usage on your quirk.

Keeps his eyes on you a lot more and holds you a little tighter every night. He also saw to it to make sure your ex got the maximum sentence.

Once things went along normally, the two of you settled down into your relationship once again.

While you began to trust him more, he began to cherish you much more. If his loving kisses are anything to go by, he’s happy you two are still here together.

Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic

What an energetic man you have right here! He’s the man who helps you with anything you need.

Need something from the store? He’ll swing right by!

Want a back massage? Only if you give him one too!

Loose shoelace? He’ll just carry you everywhere so you won’t trip!

Hizashi was a man you adored deeply. He’s always been a ball of sunshine to you. Never failing to make you laugh or smile. He was your sweetheart.

Dating the pro hero wasn’t easy but you adjusted eventually. He really loved that about you. 

Eventually, you revealed to him about the sticky situation with your ex but he always reassured your worries. He loved you and no stupid ex would get in between you two.

Until he came back to bite you.

You had been on a date with the cockatoo man when it happened. He took you to your favorite restaurant as a romantic gesture. 

You slid down the railing as he caught you in his arms at the bottom. Kissing you and making suggestive comments about your appearance.

Your face turned red and you two kissed.

It was then interrupted by a few people running away screaming. Of course. It had to be a villain that would interrupt your date.

The villain looked like a naga looking creature. Sharp snake fangs with poison seeping out of them. He was holding a man hostage in his arms hissing angrily.

Yamada adjusted his glasses and motioned for you to leave. You took off running as the man went to go do his job.

After you began making your way back to the car, you freeze when you saw someone leaning on it smugly.

It was your ex. He was wearing his trenchcoat that was full of weapons probably.

You took off in the other direction but your ex began cackling at you. You activated your quirk and made yourself invisible, including your clothes. 

Why was your ex here now? Of all the times for him to show up, why now?  However, you saw a grenade roll towards you and you quickly tried to take cover.

But you ended up getting hit from part of the explosion and you were knocked up against some garbage cans. 

Your quirk was deactivated after the hit. Your coat took most of the damage but your head was starting to bleed. Suddenly, a click noise caught your attention. 

Your ex had a gun and it was pointed straight at your chest. You wanted to take off running again but you couldn’t feel your legs in this moment. Even if you did try to run, the blood from your head would give away where you were. 

“Nice try doll but I’m always prepared for the worst.”

You just glared at him. Remembering how you two got to this point. Five years ago he was a smart but cocky man who was interested in weapons. His attitude was very upbeat. A relationship developed and it went fine for six months. He said he worked for an agency that helps make hero weapons. 

What a lie that turned out to be. He sold them to the black market so that other villains could use them. You only saw this by sheer chance.

His attitude changed to a pretentious man child who thought he knew better than everyone else.  Which made you wonder what was going on with him. And when you checked in to see him at his work, it turned out he was fired four months ago. Now you were suspicious.

When you went over to see him for a date, he left the living room to take an important call from ‘work’. 

You heard a buzz go off in one of his jackets and were surprised to see some cheap looking flip phone. It had an address on it that lead to the docks with a single sentence attached.

Bring over the good stuff tomorrow night and we’ll give you the cash.

You thought he was smuggling drugs so you left the message as unread and pretend you didn’t see it. While leaving an anonymous tip to the police about what was happening.

Turns out on the news he was selling everything from illegal drugs, firearms and even explosions.

Your ex managed to escape and that scared you the most. You left the city after that and haven’t heard from your ex since then.

“Thought you could get away? Ruin my life and leave me like some stray dog?”

He kicked you in the stomach and you groaned in pain. He made a mocking noise and chuckled at your expression.

“It hurts, don’t it? Believe me, this pain is nothing compared to the last five years of hell you put me through!”

Another harsh kick was smashed into your stomach and you began coughing in pain.

“I was waiting for you to show up with your boyfriend so I could blow his brains out, then beat you as you see his corpse!”

He kicked you in the head and your vision started becoming blurry. More blood began dripping down as he laughed humorously.

“You should see yourself! A pathetic little girl who can’t save herself! You’ll wish you were dead by the time I’m done with you!” 

With the small amount of strength you have, you managed to kick his gun away from him when he was gloating. The gun went down the storm drain as you kicked him in the face as well. Then you used your quirk again to take off running he threw another grenade in panic but he missed you this time.

You tried holding the side of your head so he couldn’t follow you when you were bleeding. You found Hizashi running towards your direction and you felt immense relief.

However, so did your ex and he threw another grenade and this one aimed towards Hizashi.

You quickly pulled Hizashi away and barely evaded the attack. Smoke covered the area but Hizasi recognized your perfume.

“Babe? Is that you?”

“Y-Yes.”

Your quirk deactivated. You were getting dizzy from the blood loss and couldn’t keep up your form.

He looked worried but focused his attention on your ex who was looking for you. Hizashi took this chance and used his quirk on your ex. The screech knocked your ex back and he was blown away by the force of the attack. His eardrums felt like they were exploding and they rang loudly. He crashed onto the ground, blood dripping from his form.

Hizashi called the police and an ambulance arrived to take you to the hospital. His voice comforts you while you were waiting for them.

“It’s okay baby. He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I’m here now. Please don’t cry. I’ll make this up to you. I swear it.”

Your ex was arrested and taken away and your injuries weren’t too severe considering what you went through.

Never before have you seen Hizashi so upset before. He was lucky the villain was just some punk who got into a fight with some men. He became worried when he saw his car was still there and you were nowhere in sight. The sounds of an explosion caught his attention and he went after it.

Hizashi helped you through your recovery and helped encouraging you to move forward in spite of what happened. If you’re not happy, neither is he.

He’ll text you more frequently, even though he did that enough before. Calls you to hear your beautiful voice.

One time Hizashi gave you the most heartfelt statement you’ve ever heard in your life.

“You’re a real hero, ya know? You were brave enough to tip the police off to stop your ex and you even saved me from him! No one’s braver than you are! I love you 3,000!”

You finally let out a small laugh and hugged him closely. This is why you love him so much!

I hope you enjoyed this! This is a special treat for all of you~! If you have any suggestions for me to write, let me know! FYI I might not do all suggestions. But if I get inspired by one, I might just have to write it! Thank you!

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The Wedding Singer 

Summary: You are an up-and-coming singer and songwriter who is thriving in the wedding singer business. When you find yourself singing for your former best friend Samantha Perez and not-so-former crush Yuta Nakamoto, shit really hits the fan. 

Multi-part series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Part 1

Word Count: 4,000 words 

Being a wedding singer in Miami, Florida was no simple feat, you thought to yourself. There was no one quite like a picky bride. But a picky bride and groom? That was another challenge in itself.

Especially on this specific day. April 29, 2019. You were meeting your clients in their lavish home in Brickell. Everything was very pristine but cold. You felt like you were in a homey clinic.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” A young woman rejoiced when she welcome you inside. “Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice. I’m Renee Torres.” Renee was the one who contacted the agency.

“It’s nice to meet you! My manager told me this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up so here I am!” You felt a little more at ease with meeting a friendly bridesmaid. Thankfully, she wasn’t catty like other bridesmaids you’ve had to interact with. “Fantastic, if you’ll just follow me.” Renee led you into the living room.

“Sam. Yuta. This is Y/N!” Renee left you with the couple.

Your heart fell when you heard her name.

And his.

Holy mother of God. Samantha Perez.

And Yuta Nakamoto.

“Y/N!” Your former friend Samantha Perez stood up from her loveseat and hugged you. “How long has it been? Eight years?”

“Oh my God, Samantha,” You said as you lost whatever oxygen you had left in that second.

“Y/N,” Yuta said as he joined you and Samantha. “It’s so great to see you.”

And there he was. The boy of your dreams. Well, no longer a boy. But still possessed that boyish charm that wrapped everyone around his little finger. Yuta Nakamoto was a star basketball player even when he was in middle school. You always hid behind your group of friends when you all went to every one of his home games. You drew the line at traveling to his away games, unless it was a championship.

Yuta was always beautiful. A radiant smile from the very first day you met. He was always kind to you in every class you’ve ever shared. He’d lend you a pencil on the very rare occasion when you were the one asking for one. He danced with you at homecoming when no one had asked you and you were very near the point of crying all the way home, feeling sorry for yourself. He bought you a rose every year on Valentine’s Day.

Well, he did that for every one of his female friends back then. But still. He didn’t have to do that.

But that was Yuta. The nicest “could’ve been a dick because he’s hot and popular but was not” guy.

As for Samantha, she was always beautiful, too. With her flawless makeup and fantastic bone structure. Her excellent sense of fashion. Heels that could you me neatly in the heart if she kicked you to the ground . Samantha also went to every one of Yuta’s basketball games with you and your friends, you recalled. However, once sophomore year started, she dipped and started hanging out exclusively with the popular kids. She did a complete 180 with you and until this day, you never understood why.

So eventually you stopped wondering.

Until today.

Once Samantha released you from her vise-like grip, Yuta hugged you and your throat went completely dry. He smelled just as amazingly as you remembered. Woodsy mixed with his cologne that he’d used since high school.

When Yuta released you, you said, “Congratulations to you both.” Very convincing, Y/N. Hopefully, they let you leave after singing a song and decide to go in a different direction so you never have to see them again.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Samantha said as she sidehugged Yuta. She was really rubbing it in your face. Especially since she knew you were in love with him for the longest time. Even before she was. Samantha may have crushed on Yuta like the rest of your friend group had. But she had many boyfriends throughout high school. But never Yuta.

“I had no idea you sang, Y/N,” Yuta said, looking particularly interested in you.

“She was spectacular in the junior year talent show,” Samantha nearly purred in his ear. She was massaging his chest. You had to fight yourself from cringing outwardly.

That wasn’t a compliment. Samantha was toying with me. We were supposed to be having a business conversation but Samantha was talking to Yuta like she was ready to rip his clothes off. And it would increase her libido if she did it in front of me.

You shivered.

“Are you cold, Y/N?” Yuta asked. For someone who was clearly getting seduced in front of a third person, he was awfully attentive.

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

He smiled. Fuck you, Nakamoto. I know you don’t know the effect you have on people, especially me. And that pisses me off.

Samantha began, “Well, Y/N. Renee sent you a list of songs that we’re interested in having performed at the ceremony as well as the reception. So I would like to hear a song from each selection.”

You gulped. You’ve always dreamed of serenading Yuta when you finally had the courage. You thought the chance passed you by. But now that you had a chance, it was too late.

Samantha and Yuta sat back down on the loveseat. Samantha motioned for you to start.

“Which song did you pick from the ceremony list?” She asked.

“Let’s Stay Together by Al Green,” you replied.

Yuta’s big smile reappeared. He really needed to quit it or else you were going to place your head under a faucet and let cold water run over your head.

Samantha said, “Begin at anytime.”

So you did. You took a deep breath. Released. Closed your eyes and gave it to them acapella.

You stopped after the first chorus. Yuta jumped out of his seat and clapped. Samantha clapped politely from her seat.

“Y/N, your voice is incredible. You’re hired!” Yuta said as he took your hands.

You tried to hold onto his praise and not the fact that he was holding your freakin’ hands.

Samantha got up from her seat. You removed yourself from Yuta’s grasp. Samantha said, “Sweetie, I would like her to sing a song from the reception playlist and then we can discuss it.”

Yuta shot her a look. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked to be in disbelief.

Enjoy being married to that, Yuta. God help you.

“Okay,” you said, “I’ll sing Yours by Ella Henderson.” As much as you detested Samantha, she had the same taste in music as you and you had to give her high praise for her song selection.

As you sang again, you felt more confident. You felt secure and powerful. You had a gift to share with the world, you told yourself. And if Samantha didn’t see that, she could fuck off. You could sing at as many weddings as you wanted. And hopefully, someday, score a recording and songwriting contract.

When you finished once again with the chorus, Yuta turned right over to Samantha. “There’s no question. She’s the one.”

Not the right choice of words, Yuta. I winced.

Samantha sighed. “Of course, she is. Y/N, you’re hired.”

;;

Jungwoo was cackling across from you at the cafe table. He couldn’t stop. Johnny cringed but you knew he was fighting the laughter that would escape him at any second.

“Jungwoo...it’s not that funny,” you groaned.

Johnny caved. “Are you kidding me? It’s hilarious. Yuta is getting married to that she-demon?”

“Yes,” you replied.

“Yuta was always smart. He took AP Physics with us!” Johnny protested.

“Booksmart doesn’t always translate to lifesmart. If that’s even a word…” You should propose it to Webster’s Dictionary.

“Dude, you must’ve felt like your heart was being RIPPED out of your chest and stomped on the ground. For hours. To the rhythm of a Cascada song. That intensely.” Jungwoo was always so profound.

And merciless.

“Well, It’s been eight years so thankfully, I only cried once since the meeting,” you answered.

Mind you, the meeting was yesterday afternoon.

“So you’re going to do it?” Jungwoo asked.

“Why not? They’re paying me a fortune.”

“Samantha has it out for you to this day,” Johnny warned.

“Oh, I know. But...the more I thought about it...she’d want me to run and hide. I mean, she’ll also want to see me squirm at her wedding. A present no one else can give her but me. My pain and suffering.”

“Why go through with it? Why are you letting her torture you-oh God, you think Yuta will change his mind and run away with you? Oh honey bunches…” Jungwoo took my hands in his. Uh oh…he only threw “honey bunches” out when I was being truly pitiful.

You smacked him. “Don’t be silly. Yuta and I are never going to happen. We were and always will be platonic. He’s an undeniable flirt and too nice for his own good. That’s something Samantha will have to deal with. But me? I’m going to sing my ass off and make everyone cry like they’ve never cried before. I’m not going to let Samantha get to me.”

Much.

Johnny frowned. “I hope you’re right…”

“Sometimes I gotta be. And this is one of those cases in which I am!”

“Alright alright...Let’s change the subject.” Jungwoo scratched his blonde coconut head.

You smiled. “How’s it going with Vanessa these days?”

He blushed while Johnny chuckled. “She’s great, Y/N. She’s the first girl who has ever laughed at my jokes without a hidden agenda.”

“And how can you tell?” Johnny asked. He gave me a knowing smile as he directed that question to our friend.

“Because I walked her to her apartment and she cooked me dinner and then sent me off.” Jungwoo had a daydreaming look on his face. He was smitten.

“And you weren’t upset about that?” You asked.

“Not at all. I want to take it slow.”

You cooed. “Our little Jungwoo is finally becoming a man.” You, Johnny, and Jungwoo befriended each other during your stint of musical theater at the University of Miami. It was yours and Johnny’s senior year and Jungwoo’s freshman year back then. Three years later, Jungwoo was a senior now. Johnny was a producer, working at DC Records, a very affluent label in the States. You were very proud of your friends.

They were still idiots, though, and that made you feel even more fond of them.

“Okay okay next topic,” Jungwoo demanded.

You sighed. “Well, Samantha is so anal that she’s choreographed her entire wedding.”

Johnny and Jungwoo frowned at each other in confusion.

“Which means I’m going to every rehearsal, even if I’m not ‘performing’ the entire time,” you said.

“You sure it’s not Yuta who enjoys a good musical number?” Johnny chuckled.

“Yuta, as perfect as he may be, is no dancer,” you answered.

“I seem to remember you raving about how Yuta was an amazing dancer after Homecoming junior year,” Johnny delivered that sucker punch.

High school you had a big mouth. “But then we saw his Cupid Shuffle senior year.”

Jungwoo begged, “Send that video my way, please. I gotta see what is so special about this Yuta Watanabe.”

You and Johnny corrected him, “Nakamoto.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “Whatever.”

;;

A week had passed since you were hired by Yuta and Samantha. Today was the first day of rehearsal for the ceremony AND the reception. The rehearsal space was at the Brickell City Centre Ballroom. The ceilings ran high with diamond chandeliers. The dance floor stretched far and wide. Although the tables were covered, you already knew you would love to have your own wedding here. It probably cost a fortune.

The irony? This wasn’t the venue for the happy couple’s wedding.

There were over 50 people present. Most likely, some of them were dancers while the rest was the wedding party. You recognized some of your high school classmates. Although you weren’t particularly chummy with any of them, you still greeted each other.

Samantha got up on the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Alright folks, we’ll get started in ten minutes. In the meantime, feel free to grab some water bottles and snacks!”

Maybe Samantha could be redeemed. You walked over to the snack table. Your heart almost stopped when you nearly tripped on your wedge. Oh for God’s sake...Please don’t let me fall.

You almost did but someone grabbed you before you kissed the floor. You awkwardly clung onto a stranger as he dipped you. You two looked like you were in a freeze frame of a tango.

You looked up into the brown eyes of your savior and your body temperature reached astronomical levels. His eyes and even his eyebrows were sharp, making his face all the more striking. His black hair tickled your right shoulder.

“Oh my God I am so sorry! Thank you for catching me.” You rambled as you regained your balance and let him go.

He asked, “Are you okay? You seem panicked.”

So much for thinking you had it together.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassured him.

He lifted an eyebrow and it was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. “If you say so. I’m Taeyong, by the way. The best man.” He offered his hand.

You shook his hand a little too enthusiastically. “Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. The wedding singer.”

“Oh, so you’re the infamous Y/N.”

“Oh dear God…what did Samantha say about me?” Yeah, you were panicked.

Taeyong chuckled. “Nothing. Yuta’s the one who wouldn’t stop talking about your voice.”

You blushed at yourself for jumping to conclusions and being in the presence of this man. “Oh.”

Taeyong said, “I can’t wait to hear you for myself.”

You gulped. It was the way he said it. You didn’t know if everything that he said came off so sensually or if it was all in your head.

;;

Rehearsals were in full swing. The wedding party was practicing their ceremonial entrance. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were paired up. Maid of honor Renee was paired up with Taeyong. He had an effect on everyone, it seemed, because Renee was almost to the point of melting.

Renee told you that you would be able to leave in the next hour after your rehearsal to the ceremonial entrance. The wedding party and the others would scrutinize you, then. Including the best man. And suddenly, all of the nerves hit you.

No, Y/N. These are clients. They don’t know anything about you and if they did, they would remember your Jesse McCartney phase and that you took very meticulous notes in every class you had together. That was that. None of them cared about how you liked Yuta. Everyone liked Yuta. There was even a waitlist to ask Yuta out in high school. So what made you stand out from the other girls? You were just a nice girl from high school, okay? Now show them who you grew up to be.

You got up on the stage and stood up at the mic, having pre arranged the songs with the sound guy. You were waiting to get approval from Samantha that Johnny perform piano and guitar with you, come wedding day.

It was just you and the microphone. And surprisingly, this was the first time you weren’t anticipating Yuta’s reaction.

Samantha and Yuta approved your cover of “Let’s Stay Together” that they decided that you would perform it during the ceremonial entrance.

The instrumental began. You sang the first verse. “I’m...I’m so in love with you. Whatever you want to do...is alright with me…”

You didn’t know what it was that happened to you when you sang. You just kind of transformed into the version of yourself you wished you could always be. Jungwoo told you that you turned into a seductress when you sang. Johnny said that you should own who you were and never look back.

You liked to close your eyes when you sang so you could really get into the song. But you chose to make eye contact with Taeyong since he was a stranger and in that moment you found it easiest to interact with him. Plus, you wanted him to know that you were interested and see if you really were a seductress.

Might as well shoot your shot.

When the song ended, you were overwhelmed by the roaring applause and you smiled. They could call you Miss Colgate Optic White with how big your smile was that moment. Taeyong was grinning right at you. You only noticed that he had moved closer to the stage. There was a little girl right beside him. She had wavy blonde hair and brown eyes.

She looked a lot like Samantha.

Samantha gave you a thumbs up and motioned for you to leave the stage. That was it for today. Thank the Lord.  You went to grab your purse and water bottle when the little girl surprised you and only stared at you.

“Hi…” You said carefully.

The little girl took this as a cue to let it all out. “Oh my God, you are amazing. You are better than Leona Lewis, Ariana Grande, Alicia Keys, and Adele combined. And you’re pretty like a princess.”

The little girl couldn’t have been more than seven years old. She was adorable and very enthusiastic. Her words warmed your heart. “Thank you. Nah, I wouldn’t say that. But I do want to be a singer like them. Someday.”

The little girl’s mouth opened. “Please. That would be awesome! I’m Sonya!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sonya. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N, will you marry my brother?” She asked.

Well, that was a shock. You laughed. “Who’s your brother?” It sounded like you were entertaining the possibility of marrying her brother.

“Taeyong!” Sonya yelled.

Wait.

Taeyong, you realized, hadn’t been that far away from you and Sonya during your little exchange. He approached you. Sonya wrapped herself around one of his legs. “This is my big brother, Taeyong.”

“We’ve met, Sonya,” Taeyong said as he smiled fondly down at his sister and met your gaze with that same expression.

“She is perfect for you,” Sonya said, “I know he’s a neat freak and very very bossy but he’s a great guy. I think his plushie collection is pretty cool, too. Do you like plushies, Y/N?”

Taeyong gaped at his sister. You giggled.

“A plushie collection, huh?” You teased.

“He has Piplup and Pikachu and Rilakkuma, too,” Sonya bragged. “He would buy you a lot of plushies, Y/N. So please marry him.”

“Sonya, why do you want me to get married so badly?” Taeyong asked.

Sonya sighed. “Because Sam is getting married. And I want you to be happy, too.”

Wait a minute. What did Samantha have to do with this?

“Wait, how do you know Samantha, Sonya?” You couldn’t hide the frown on your face.

“She’s my sister, Y/N. She is my sister from Mommy and Taeyong is my brother from Daddy,” Sonya said. She definitely said this a lot.

You couldn’t conceal your shock.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost,” Taeyong said, concerned.

“You and Samantha…” You began.

“Step-siblings. Sonya is our half-sister,” Taeyong explained.

How did you not know about this?

“Oh.” That was all you could muster.

“So what do you say, Y/N?” Sonya asked. “Will you give my brother a chance?” Sonya looked so hopeful and kind and radiant.

You started to see the resemblance to Samantha. The wide-eyed dreamy expression she used to have when you were in primary school. The giggly and teasing lilt in her voice. Her laugh most of all.

“Sonya, leave Y/N alone,” Taeyong said.

Sonya pouted. “Fine. But I’ll try again next time. And the time after that. And the time after that. You are coming to the next practice, right Y/N?”

You nodded.

“Good!” Sonya smiled. “There’s hope! Bye Y/N!” Sonya ran off to Yuta. Yuta scooped Sonya off the ground and spun her in circles.

“Y/N?” Taeyong asked cautiously.

You looked at him. “Samantha and I were friends. A long time ago.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“It...didn’t end well.”

“But if that were true, why are you here?” He asked.

“Good point. There’s a lot of reasons I can think of.”

“Like?” Taeyong wasn’t hiding his intrigue.

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Now you know if you start off with that...There’s a guarantee that I will laugh,” he said.

“That is so true.” You sighed and continued. “She and Yuta hired me because...I clearly don’t suck at what I do.”

“Oh, definitely not.” Taeyong gave you a deep, meaningful look. Like he had more to say.

You gulped. “And Samantha probably wanted to throw it in my face that she was marrying Yuta.”

“You know Yuta?” He asked. A trace of disappointment was on his face. It was almost as if he knew where this was going.

“We all went to school together up until high school. Samantha and I were chapter members of the Yuta Nakamoto fan club.”

He asked, “Wait, that was an actual club? I thought Yuta’s high school friends were bluffing.”

“There wasn’t an actual club. There may as well have been. The waiting list to date Yuta was very real, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Were you on the waiting list?”

You laughed. “Hell, no. I didn’t think I had the right to be.” You regretted saying that last sentence. Your low self-esteem from high school was coming back in waves.

He glared, his jawline very prominent in that second. “Is that so?”

“I...have no idea why I’m telling you all of this but...don’t look too much into it. I’m just here to do my job.” And then go home and have some green apple sangria to numb the pain.

“You...don’t still like him, do you?” Taeyong asked. “Yuta?”

You winced. “Do you want me to lie?”

“Nope.”

“I kinda still do. But it’s been years since I’ve seen Samantha and Yuta. I don’t know who they are now. I never really knew Yuta in high school, either. We weren’t that close of friends.”

Taeyong still looked annoyed.

“What’s with that look?” You asked.

“I was going to ask you out...but now with the truth out…I’m not so sure.”

Your jaw dropped. Someone was going to have to help you pick it up off the ground. “Wait, what?”

“From the moment you grabbed a chocolate chip cookie, I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to ask you out. And then I caught you before you fell. And then you sang. And then it was really over for me.” Taeyong moved closer to you.

You didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of you and Taeyong. After the bomb dropped that Taeyong was Samantha’s brother, you were even more on your toes.

“Taeyong…” You didn’t know what to say. He felt a spark, just like you did. Who knew your clumsiness could work in your favor?

“If you’re still into Yuta…” Taeyong said.

You interjected. “Taeyong, I’m attracted to Yuta. But do I like him enough to really say I like him? Even love him? No.”

Taeyong put his hands in his pants pockets, waiting.

“Taeyong, we just met. I think we still need to get to know each other before we entertain the idea of a date.” You couldn’t believe you were saying this. Did the fact that Samantha was his sister now deter you at all?

His somberness faded completely. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Okay, well how about a movie tonight?” He didn’t waste anytime.

“What were you thinking of watching?” Please say horror. Please say horror. Please say horror.

“I’ve been wanting to see The Conjuring 3...Are you into scary movies?” He asked, hopeful.

It was as if the Lord smiled down upon you at that second.

Well, that day, the Lord smiled down upon you. Multiple times.

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

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Jungkook's little adventure

Spinoff of this lovely series by @lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr who let me do this!!!! Lotso love to her and kookie who I couldn't resist writing uwu.

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“JK, JK wake up” Seokjin sighed as he shook the human bundle of blankets for the umpteenth time. The little Hatsune Miku figurine alarm clock on the bedside table chimed a dainty 8:30 am as the bundle in question groaned and shriveled into a tighter ball.

Seokjin stood, arms akimbo, and pursed his lips. “Yah! Jungkook-ah you have to wake up or did you forget its your turn to bring the groceries today? Its your free day so I understand you were up playing Overwatch till 3 am but breakfast is getting cold. I made hash browns with eggs benedict and that bread you’re fond of.We even have Banana Milk.”

Hearing about banana milk, the bundle rumbled and sat up, a head popping out of its recesses like a bunny, puffy doe eyes that were closed, revealed a mop of fluffy hair, sticking up in all directions as Jungkook let out a cute yawn before rolling on the other side and getting up, stubbing his toe in the process.

The shock of pain, made him wince and his eyes flew open, clutching the now sensitive toe in his hand.

“Ow, Ow, OW”

The elder had an amused smile on his face as he watched the entire scene unfold.

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re related to me Jungkook-ah, a graceful, beautiful human like me, sculpted by the finest, who ladies die over, and then there’s you.”

“Way to boost my confidence, hyung” He muttered and grasped his spectacles, promptly putting them on. “I’ll meet you down in 15 minutes.”

Seokjin nodded and moved to the door, kicking a one piece themed sweatpants pair that was lying on the floor for god knows how long and shut the door behind him.

Jungkook stretched, cracking his bones and made his way over to the ensuite bathroom, both brothers had their rooms connected , in a small apartment unit above the bar.

He made his way down to see Seokjin on a call, recently they had been getting quite a number of assignments. The aloof bartender was a former secret service agent and one of the finest in the nation. He knew and dealt with secrets, disillusioned by bureaucracy and corruption, leaving after finishing one of the most difficult assignments ever with him as the only survivor.

“Yes Yoongi I’ll be more than happy to babysit the squirt as you and Hoseok plummet yourself into another dangerous mission, I mean wasn’t Mist enough for you?”

Ahh Mist, that brought back some memories, quite the adventure.

Jungkook scarfed the meal on the table, marvelling at his hyung’s cooking, the meals he cooked could make him a celebrity chef and yet here he was, dealing with dangerous stuff.

“To each his own I guess” he muttered and rinsed his plate, putting it in the right place before moving to the coatstand, his trusty hooded jacket would be perfect for the crisp nip in the air. He shuffled his shoes on and went down, deciding to explore the city a bit before he would fetch groceries and then munch on snacks as he played Overwatch again, he had a score to settle with NoobMaster96.

Patting his pockets, he checked his phone, keys and wallet before making his way downtown. October would be here soon and the parks would be full of leaves in various shades of reds, oranges.He loved those.

The public park was near the older market with a lot of old shops who sold stuff the traditional way, he found the square market to be too boisterous, the stores too fancy with their automatic doors, self checkouts, the crowd too predictable. He would rather source his seaweed chips and ramyun packets from the old lady who would almost always mistake him for her grandson and give him a mangatteok whenever he dropped by.

Speaking of ramyun, he was running low on his nutrition source with cans of energy drink, that’s how he survived those gruesome matches and lived to tell the tale.

He was just rounding the corner near the store, when a police car caught his attention, the small group of people gathering near it obstructed his view from what was happening. He slipped his hood on and slipped into the gathering with practiced ease and noticed his old lady angrily ranting off to two policemen who he knew very well.

Jimin had on a strained smile as he tried to ease the temper of the lady while Taehyung stood flabbergasted, asking questions to an old man who answered them. He turned on his heel and looked at the crowd when his eyes landed at an all too familiar face. Jungkook ducked, having been caught by Tae who flashed him his signature boxy grin and walked towards him, swiftly pulling him out causing Jungkook to squawk.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t my favourite Dongsaeng” he said.

“I’m the only dongsaeng you know from school, hyung” Jungkook pouted as Tae ruffled his hair, causing his cowlick to stand once again which he had spent a lot of time setting.

Jimin noticed Jungkook and pinched his cheek, smiling his infamous eye smile “Still as grumpy as ever.”

“And you’re still as short as ever.”

Jimin’s smile dropped while Tae guffawed and slapped him on the back. Jimin kicked Tae’s shin and then smacked Jungkook’s neck causing the younger to cry out in indignance.

“Yah! Is this how you talk to your hyung after everything we’ve done for you, brat?”

Jungkook gave him a mischievous smirk and rolled his shoulders.

The crowd had begun to disperse and it was then he turned to look at his allies slash friends and asked them what was with the crowd?

Tae looked at him and sighed, “Recently there have been a lot of petty theft incidents here by individuals dressed in all black with helmets or masks and riding gloves. They snatch handbags, briefcases, anything that they can land their hands on. Moreover we can’t ID them as they have blurred their motorcycle number plates and move on a very common design, the physical build is also more or less the same so we can’t say if it’s a single person or a group.”

Suddenly his eyes shone and his grin came back, Jungkook knew that look all too well.

“No Hyung, I am not helping you in this case again, I have to defeat NoobMaster96” He whined.

“Consider it payment for helping your eccentric psychopath friend and his cute ward. Oho she’s too adorable for her own good.”

Jimin added “The coverup alone took us so much time, we hardly slept for a month and it almost cost us our current titles. I NEVER want to work on the desk again” He said with a shudder.

Jungkook nibbled on his lower lip, On one hand he knew he was obligated to help Hoseok hyung and Yana, who he considered his own little sister, on the other hand he still had to game…….

“Fineeeeee” he replied, huffing.

“I knew if there was anyone who could help us, it would be our dear little Kookie” Tae chimed and Jimin smiled as well, highfiving his partner.

“But I need the details you have, the police files and access to the traffic security cameras”

“Consider it done”

“And I want 5 packets of chili ramyeon and nori chips as thanks”

“Whaaaa”

“Don’t question him, Jimin, and done.”

Jungkook moved to their car and Tae fetched a brown paper bag with the words confidential written on it.

“Now lets move to someplace less public and discuss with fewer ears” Jimin suggested and both nodded and followed him to a cafe owned by an ex policeman.

The little bell chimed as they entered and the owner flashed the 2 detectives a toothy smile as he continued to wipe a mug in his hand. They moved to the little private cabin which he held for “special” customers and took a seat. Jimin and Tae knew it was soundproof on the inside meaning no noise from the cabin would go out but they could hear everything on the outside clearly.

Jungkook spread the files on the table and quickly went over them, clicking a few pictures of evidence on his phone, whose camera he had upgraded to give better resolutions. Taking pictures of the suspects from the traffic cameras, he placed them back into the folder.

“I’ve sent you a link that would help you get into the mainframe. I hope you know the drill. Do NOT leave any evidence of your presence, you know SPD’s IT team is getting better at tracking illegal hacking or data hostage attempts.”

The younger only rolled his eyes when there was a knock on the door. Jimin tapped in confirmation and the owner came in, placing two cups of cappucinos for the boys and a hot chocolate for him, closing the door on his way out.

They discussed more details as they took their respective drinks and Tae told him he’d told the owner to bring hot chocolate for him since he knew that Jungkook couldn’t stand the strong taste at all.

Jungkook remembered he had to get groceries and once finished, Tae and Jimin helped him fetch stuff from the aisles at the next door mart and told him they’d drop him off before going back to the station to “work”. He whined when they did not get his snacks telling him that would be his reward if he could give them the missing link to the case and close it.

Clutching the full bags, Jungkook managed to balance them as he slid his key in and went inside. The lights were off which meant Seokjin was out and should be back soon to prepare for opening the bar.

He deposited them on the kitchen counter, placing the perishables in the fridge and moved to his room, opening his laptop as he decided to copy the data from his phone. Maybe Namjoon hyung could give him an insight on this? Ahh no he’s busy so he mustn’t be bothered.

Jin returned and noticed that Jungkook was home a little earlier than usual. The boy would never drop in before 8 pm, just in time for dinner on his days off. So it was surprising to see him back so soon.

He knocked on his door “JK, did you have lunch?” the boy didn’t respond. Jin knocked louder this time. Jungkook fumbled with his headphones and peeped from the door.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you had eaten lunch yet?”

“I had a cup of hot chocolate”

“Yah! That doesn’t count as lunch! I’m making fried rice, come down in 10, irrespective of what you’re working on” Jin said, motioning to the laptop and the wires attached to his phone.

Jungkook swiftly nodded and closed the door, resuming the transfer of data as he waited. He checked his phone for messages, finding none. Of course who would message him, he smiled ruefully before checking progress of the tapes downloading in his system.

As soon as there was a single minute left to 3:10 pm, he went down in the kitchen, just in time to see Jin plating 2 servings, his being smaller than what he had poured for the younger one.

The smell was heavenly and before he knew it, the plate was wiped clean. Jungkook rose to put them in the washer but Jin shook his head.

“You have homework, right kiddo? Don’t worry hyung will handle it”

Jungkook smiled at him brightly before running upstairs, almost tripping on his feet before he plopped himself on his table again, working on a short code that would narrow his search to the bikes of the model, the perpetrators used. It would limit his view time to 5 hours. Something he was sure he could manage. He carefully scanned the now shortened footage and noticed that the perpetrators would always, exclusively be downtown. It was as if they knew their chances of escaping were better there. He also noticed how they seemed to know where to go, irrespective of whether they were on foot or bike. The alleys where the cameras could not record their further movement. Also not a sliver of skin was exposed so nothing could be said about their build, complexion or looks, even gender. All the footage looked the same.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his glasses up, there was no clue, how could he help Jimin and Tae, when suddenly one of the bikes went too close to the pole. Jungkook narrowed his eyes and played the footage again. On the back of the bike was an imperceptible symbol, which he enlarged and screenshot.

One thing that he understood was that the perpetrator(s) had a good idea of the alleys, secondly they knew how to conceal their identity well so it would be physically impossible to identify them, thirdly they chose their victims randomly and finally another bike had yellow paint on its tires, from the footage of a day ago, the one with the old woman whose bag was stolen.

Jungkook knew that there was renovation going on in the eastern part which meant that atleast one of them had entered via Incheon.

He zoomed the footage as he spotted a man push the woman and snatched her bag in broad daylight as he sped off, the old woman screaming at him, which caused the few shopkeepers around to come out. Jungkook noticed that this bike was devoid of the same symbol but had another one in the same design.

He searched them and discovered 2 numbers, in a snake font, 13 and 55.

Weird!

He quickly overlooked the dates of the events and discovered that the dates were in fact a sequence! Running them through the algorithm detector he found that they were Fibonacci numbers and the

snake fonts actually represented their positioning on the cartesian plane.

He had heard Hoseok talk about a gang in town, slowly acquiring power through meticulous attacks, they hadn’t done anything severe, but their attacks were random enough to confuse the police. To make matters worse nobody knew of their arrival or departure, they chose less populated areas to target and left no evidence behind.

Putting the dates in sequence, Jungkook knew when the next attack would take place, coincidentally it was a free day for him as well. It wouldn’t hurt to give a little tip off to the detectives.

The only problem was how to confirm his suspicions, what if he was wrong? He couldn’t afford to let down another of the residents at downtown or undermine what was at stake for Tae and Jimin. He knew the pattern of such gangs all too well, it would slowly evolve to bigger crimes including shootouts and murders once they’d amassed enough power and terrorised the locals. It was an ugly spiral in the Criminal Underworld.

It was almost 11 pm by the time he had finished. Shoot! Just on time his stomach rumbled as well. He hadn’t had anything since lunch. He padded downstairs, knowing Jin would be at the bar but he’d chew his head off the next day for ignoring dinner. There was a plate of samgyeopsal with rice and clear soup, left for him. Jungkook felt a rush of affection for his step brother rise in his heart, who took care of him more like a parent than a sibling, never once questioning when he was dumped at his door out of nowhere and readily gave him a roof to live in and made sure all his needs were fulfilled.

He sat and ate dinner in silence and cleaned the kitchen up before wiping the table. Jin rarely let him in the bar, being fiercely protective of the younger one, wanting him to live as normally as possible.

He shut the lights and formulated a plan in his head. Oh he couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

The D day had Jungkook nervous as hell, Tae had bombarded him with questions all week about his progress but Jungkook said it was difficult with lack of data but nonetheless sent him the designs on the 2 bikes just to not rouse his suspicions too much. They had thankfully bought the little lie and were busy running for matches through their databases.

He waited at the eastern end on his bike which he had borrowed from Yoongi, the sleek model was very flexible for driving in narrower lanes or taking sharp turns. The only condition was that he had to hack into some company’s financial statements, an easy job.

Hiding in the alleyway, he waited until it was just a few people out on the streets. If his calculations were correct, there would be an incident any time now. His notice turned to one of the shops in his direct line of vision, A girl with curly hair, sunkissed skin exit the cafe where had been the last week.

She had long, pretty legs clad in a pair of skinfit jeans and a white blouse tied in a knot above the highwaist as she put her slingbag around her and moved. He spotted movement on the peripheral of his vision.

Bingo! There were 2 people on the bike this time, heading straight for the woman who now had her headphones on, moving to whatever beat it played. Jungkook revved his own and gave chase right as one of them broke the bag from its sling and ran, clutching it tightly.

She screamed and gave chase, but wasn’t as fast enough as the person. Jungkook knew he’d take the alley with limited access to the traffic camera and his friend would be there, taking a quick shortcut he locked the bike and hid in the thick shadows knowing the person would be there anytime soon, as his friend waited at the other end.

The person came in, huffing as the outfit proved too much for the weather. Jungkook pounced on them, taking them down in a tangle of limbs as he subdued them. Their partner long gone when they realised that the ally had been subdued. He took the helmet off to reveal a young man with a nasty scar across his eye.This wasn’t an injury, no it was a deliberate slash. Quickly he found some spare plastic ties near the dumpbox and tied the man down. He dragged him over to the main footpath and saw the girl jogging up to him.She was even prettier up close and he blushed a bit. He dialed Tae and said

“Hyung, I have a certain present for you, come down quick” as he gave him his coordinates.

Taehyung cursed and kicked the table as his partner raised an eyebrow in question.

“That damn brat” was all he said before nudging Jimin into the car, speeding off.

Jungkook dusted the bag and gave it to the girl who muttered a “thank you”. Heck even her accent was cute and her voice had a lilt to it.

Before he could say something, the siren indicated that they were here. He looked down at the bound man who was glaring daggers at him.

Jimin stepped out first looking at Jungkook and then the man. “why am I not surprised? Of course you would throw yourself in harm’s way with 0 afterthought, Seokjin would have our skins as doormats if anything happened to you,brat.”

Taehyung looked at the man, amused.

“Can’t believe a kid took you down and those are some good knots, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re into some hardcore Shibari shit, Jungkook-ah”

Jungkook only reddened in response as the girl smirked at him.

Taehyung then looked at her and asked if they could ask her a few questions, she was free to go then. She nodded in assent and answered them, truthfully as Jungkook watched in rapt attention.

Jimin noticed and winked at him, wiggling his eyebrows, making Jungkook squeak and turn his head.

The detectives, satisfied thanked Jungkook after taking his statement as well.

“We’ll get all from him, but kiddo, next time you pull a stunt like this, do give us a call before jumping blindly, what if the other man was armed? and do mail us all the evidence you found, your ramyun and chips will be at your door by evening”

He smiled and waved them off before realising the girl was still there.

“So how does coffee sound?”

“Truthfully, Yakult is better than coffee, coffee is too strong for my nose” he replied, tapping his nose and shrugging. He looked at his watch.

“Oh dang I’m late for lunch again, hyung’s going to break my legs but I don’t need to buy snacks now so yess” he mumbled to himself.

The girl shook her head in amusement.

“I-I gotta run, have a nice day.Be safe” he bowed to her before taking off, picking his bike up and speeding his way over to home. Oh he was so dead today!

OMAKE

“You mean she asked me out on a date and I messed it up?” Jungkook groaned as Seokjin burst into laughter at his obliviousness.

Maybe he could spot her next time he was in downtown? It wouldn’t hurt to have her number. He flopped on the bed groaning and cursing. Atleast his Miku chan was still by his bedside to cheer him.

The End!

#btsau #bts friendship #bts fluff #bts fic #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #hackerkook #fluff #jungkook is a baby #uwu

[suburbantimewaster]

Blast from the Past Chapter 1 Illustration

First, I should tell you that I did NOT draw this.  I bought this illustration from s2ka on deviantart.  It’s for chapter one of my Batman Under the Red Hood fanfic, Blast From The Past.  I’ve been thinking about working on this one as well because, ever since getting back into Aladdin, I remembered how I once compared Roxanne (the woman in the picture) to Princess Jasmine.  The scene on the left is from the past while the scene on the right is from the present.  Also, I picked Sarah Michelle Gellar as Roxanne’s voice.

Roxanne practiced her moves at the Gotham Park, thankful that it was cloudy today.  Both her parents were still working and the only people back at home were Roxanne's sister and her sister's boyfriend.  It was a thought she  didn't find enjoyable.  Roxanne delivered a swift round house kick with her right leg, trying to take her mind off of what was going on at home right now.

"Nice moves," a voice said, distracting her.  "For a beginner."

"Who are you calling a beginner?" Roxanne asked, getting her left leg ready to kick and keeping her arms in a fighting stance.

"Only ones here are the two of us," the boy said arrogantly.  "So, I'm guessing you."

"I'll have you know that I'm a—" Roxanne began, irritated with the stranger's attitude, only to find herself looking into the eyes of a boy about her age.

With jet black hair that fell into his emerald green eyes, a pretty yet strong face, bad boy clothes and a physique that an adult male model would kill for, she found herself lost for words.

"You're a what?" he asked Roxanne, snapping her out of her daze.

"A red belt," she finished, turning away so he wouldn't see her blush.

The boy scoffed, "You're serious?"

"All right," Roxanne told him, turning to face the boy and crossing her arms under her breasts.  "Let's see you do better."

"Is that a challenge?" the boy asked with a gleam in his eye.

"Y-yeah," Roxanne said, straightening her hair.  "I mean, if that's how you take it."

The boy straightened his body into a fighting stance.  "You're on."

The boy threw a punch at her but Roxanne was quick to block it with her left forearm, her right hand waiting at her hip.  Then she struck her right hand, aiming for the boy's plexus only for him to move to the right, barely grazing him.

"A reverse twist punch," the boy said admirably as he grabbed her wrist with his left hand.  "Not bad."

Then the boy grabbed his left wrist, pushing Roxanne's arm backwards and walking forward, lightly pushing her on the ground.

"But I'm better," the boy told her smugly.

"All right, you win," Roxanne said, feeling ashamed.  "Congratulations."

"Don't put yourself down," the boy said, helping Roxanne up to her feet.  "You have potential, you just need to unleash it."

"Really?" Roxanne said hopefully, gazing into his eyes.

"Yeah, you just need a trainer," the boy told her, shrugging his shoulders.  "If you want, I'd be happy to help you out..."

"Roxanne," Roxanne told him, running her fingers through her hair.  "Roxanne Taylor."

"I'm Jason," the boy told him.  "Jason Todd."

Jason Todd, where had she heard that name before?  It was a common name but Roxanne remembered one particular instance where she heard it over and over.

"Do you mean Jason Todd as in Bruce Wayne's ward?" Roxanne asked, hoping Jason wouldn't get offended if she was wrong.

"Yeah, that's me," Jason told her bitterly.  "And I'm guessing the Taylor stands for Tanya's sister."

"Yeah," Roxanne said bitterly.

"The Queen Bee?" Jason asked.  "Every guy wants to date her, every girl wants to be her?"

"Yeah, that's my sister," Roxanne said, feeling anger seep in her voice.  "Look, if you want a date with her, I'm afraid she's—"

"Already taken?" Jason said nonchalantly.  "Good, he can keep her."

Roxanne stared at Jason like he said that the sky was green.

"You mean.." Roxanne said, struggling to find the right words.  "You're not interested in Tanya?"

"No, not really," Jason told her.  "To tell you the truth, she's not really my type."

"Really?" Roxanne said excitedly.  Then lowered her voice and ran her fingers through her hair.  "I mean, why's that?"

"Let's just say that your sister's not one of my favorite people," Jason told her with a sly smirk.

"Great!" Roxanne said, then lowered her voice.  "I mean, she's not one of my favorite people either."

Roxanne felt like she was walking on air.  A cute guy was talking to her who was not only skilled but also the second adopted son of Gotham's playboy billionaire, and he doesn't like Tanya!  How great was that?

"So, we have that in common," Roxanne said, dragging her right foot on the grass.  "Well, that and we're both martial arts fans."

"What's your number?" Jason asked.

"My number?" Roxanne said, staring at Jason like he just asked her to take her clothes off.

"Yeah, that way we can get together some time and find out what else we have in common," Jason explained.

"Right, of course," Roxanne said snapping back to reality as she retrieved her purse from a nearby parking bench and got her cell phone out, reading her number out to Jason, who put it in his cell phone.

"Thanks, Roxy," Jason said, smiling at her.

"Thank you but could you not call me Roxy?" Roxanne asked, slightly annoyed.

"Why, what's wrong with Roxy?" Jason asked, looking up from his phone.

"I just don't like it," Roxanne said, shrugging her shoulders.

"I think it sounds cute," Jason told her.

"You think I'm cute?" Roxanne said, feeling another blush as her heart pounded like a drumkit and then quickly correcting herself.  "I mean, you think it's cute?"

"Yeah, I do," Jason said, smiling at her.

"Thank you," Roxanne said, turning away from Jason so he wouldn't see her blush.  That's when she noticed the time on her phone.  "Look, I've got to get back home."  Then quickly added so he wouldn't think that she was trying to avoid him.  "It was nice meeting you."

"I'll call you sometime," Jason told her as she left.

Roxanne couldn't believe what just happened.  The hottest guy she could ever imagine with amazing skills that were almost equal to Batman, not only offered to train her but gave her his number and he was Bruce Wayne's ward.  Tanya would flip when she told her. * * *

Roxanne rubbed sun block on her porcelain skin from inside her car, her sky blue eyes shielded by the sun with a pair of dark sunglasses.  She put the sun block in her purse, took her sunhat off the passenger's seat and stepped out of the car, putting it on top of her long straight raven black hair with a blood red streak that stopped at her shoulder blades with the wind blowing a few strands blowing it front of her oval shaped face.  A pink UV shirt with blue UV pants, gloves and a pair of black stiletto heels protected Roxanne's skin from the sun.  She set the boxed cake down and fetched some digging tools, making her way to Jason Todd's grave.

"Hey, Jason, me again and on your birthday," Roxanne said, digging in the grave.  "I managed to get your favorite cake.  Don't worry, I didn't make it.  Even dead, it seems cruel to give you my cooking.  Though you were the only one who could stand it."

As soon as the hole was big enough, Roxanne set the cake inside and went to work burying it.

"Happy Birthday, Jason," Roxanne said with a smile.  "By the way, you would not believe the commotion I came across.  You know my sister Tanya?  Well, a waitress delivered coffee to her at a cafe and she's screaming about how she wanted Decaf and the whole cafe heard it.  Someone took a video of it and posted it on YouTube as White Trashed Housewife Screams at Poor Working Girl.  Though, I'll admit, I do feel sorry for the waitress and it does make me embarrassed to be related to her."  Roxanne flattened the ground, covering the cake with a smile.  "Okay, you have to admit, there's something satisfying about the former Queen Bee becoming the YouTube laughing stock.  It just goes to show that you were right.  As soon as we got out of high school, Tanya had no power over me.  I mean, she's married to Josh, who's got a job as a fry cook now, and I'm a former cop turned children's martial arts teacher."  Roxanne smiled as she imagined how Jason would respond.  "Yeah, I don't know what I ever saw in him either.  Can't help thinking I dodged a bullet on that one."  Then she lowered her voice to a whisper.  "Look, Jason, this is the last time I can come see you.  I can't say much because I don't know where Bruce's cameras are hidden, but I can tell you that tonight is the night.  I can't tell you what my plan is, but, in order for it to work, it has to appear that I've moved on."  Roxanne felt tears form in her eyes but she would not let them fall.  "Good-bye, Jason."

Roxanne was about to leave until she heard a familiar voice.

"Ms. Taylor?"

Roxanne turned around to see an elderly well-dressed man.

"Hi, Alfred!" she said cheerfully, waving at him with her right hand while holding her hat in place with her left hand.

"I see you're still mourning Master Todd," Alfred observed sadly.

"Yeah, for like the last time," Roxanne said with a gleeful smile.  "Then I'm totally starting my new life."

"What new life would that be?" Alfred asked curiously.

"I enrolled in college!" Roxanne told him excitedly, forgetting to keep her hat in place as the wind blew it off.  "Oops."

Alfred picked up her hat that landed on his feet and quickly gave it to Roxanne.

"Thanks, Alfred," Roxanne said, taking the hat from him and quickly placing it back on her head.

"Considering your condition, I would think that you would be more careful about such things," Alfred told Roxanne like he just caught her running around with scissors.

"Alfred, I don't need a lecture," Roxanne said exasperated.  "I get enough of those from my mom."

"Maybe one day you'll listen to them," Alfred said sardonically.  "So, what do you plan do major in?  I do hope that it's indoors."

"I'm getting a teaching certificate!" Roxanne said excitedly.  "Not as great as being a cop, but there's a certain rewarding aspect to it."

"I'm happy to see that you're finally moving on," Alfred told her sympathetically.

"Thank you," Roxanne said.  "Hey, is Bruce around?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid Master Wayne's rather busy at the moment," Alfred said, with only a slight hint about what sort of business Bruce was up to.

"Well, tell him that I like totally forgive him," Roxanne said and then added.  "And I'm sorry for how I acted in the past five years."

"I'm sure Master Wayne will be delighted to hear it," Alfred said.

"Thank you, Alfred," Roxanne said, making her way to the gate.  "I've got to go, it was nice talking to you."

"You're always welcome at Wayne Manor, Ms. Taylor."

Roxanne went to her car and drove off.  She'd be welcome until Bruce discovered her plan, which would be inevitable.

#Batman Under The Red Hood #batman #jason todd #fanfiction #commission #Fanart #robin #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #sarah michelle gellar #princess jasmine #original character #fan character

[addytheheartbreaker]

"Meet Carmelo the Ice Cream"

Name: Carmelo Jerato

Age: 22

Height: 6'1 ft

Weight: 59 kg

Mask singer belong to: Tyler "Ninja" Blevins

Friends with: Doll, Dog, Rabbit, Egg, Monster, Penguin, Hippo, Skeleton, Ladybug, Rottweiler and Unicorn.

Appearance: Ice cream person, blue mint ice cream hair with chocolate sauce and sprinkles with a single strawberry ice cream top fisish with a cherry on top (if he could turned into a human, his hair would be obviously light blue). Light skin, kitsune no me (also known as "Fox eyes" or "Shifty eyes" in English or people who always closed his/her eyes), sky blue eyes (made out of ice cream, if human his eyes are sky blue eyes), the OwO smile (because he is adorable), blushes and slender and tall body type.

Clothing style: Ice cream theme with ice cream related decorations and accessories (flavor color and various of toppings), jacket or hoodies, sweater or printed shirts, his bandana and formal suits (main clothing). Casual clothes, ninja uniform (only for battle competitions or in gaming dimension).

Fun facts about Carmelo:

•Carmelo is a Americans-Japanese boy living in America his whole life.

•he can speak and understand English and Japanese, his mother taught him japanese which he learned very quickly in young age.

•he has a collection of anime (old times and modern times), he can also watch anime on his spare time.

•Ice Cream can let Egg borrowed his anime since the two loves watching anime. There are times when they watch anime together at the Masked Singer 2 mansion.

•Carmelo is a huge sweet tooth, he often must eat sweets after meals or when he is still live on twitch gaming.

•A successful professional gamer/streamer, has claimed many titles like Ninja, a billionaire and a well known generous philanthropist.

•as a famous streamer star and a philanthropist, he is generous to do a charity for mental health issues support, suicidal prevention, cancer prevention and child depression treatment support.

•Carmelo is a very friendly, energetic, enthusiastic, cheerfula fun, child like, and wonderful guy to meet with.

•he is friendly to children and has time to hang out at the child depression treatment support center to cheer and play with depressed children.

•He is an associated of the group called the "Night Streamers Joy".

•Ice Cream has been controlled and trolled by his boss who challenging each other while doing charity.

•Ice Cream can go through different dimensions. His main dimension where his group are in is the "Gaming dimension", a huge unknown island like battle field for him and the group with many people to play. (Fortnite reference).

•The only way he can go to that dimension is actually out of the body experience like. His real body still stays while controlling and expressing emotions while playing as his mind and soul entered the visual dimension as a player. (Inspired by the movie Sucker Punch, loved that movie its awesome)

•Carmelo secretly owns many weapons that looks like the game or fortnite weapons that came to real life. He knows how to use it and it is highly unknown how he managed to use it but some believed that he had been practicing on playing games his whole life.

•His family, a mother and father, an older brother and younger sister, he is a middle brother but treated like a child to him.

•owns so MANY games at his bedroom and gaming room. He remembers what the games instructions and stories about and he basically remembered every game titles.

•Ice Cream couldn't go outside without drinking nitrogen liquid.

•Nitrogen liquid is a family traditional everyday medicine because his family are all ice cream or frozen dessert people. He needed to drink nitrogen before going outside is because of the sun heat exposing if he stays outside for too long.

•the only part that would melt first is his eyes and hair. The eyes melts faster then his hair and it gave him a terrifying melting eye look that scares everyone.

•but that's alright, he can refilled his eyes by going to the "Comfort room" (aka the Freeze room), stay there for 10 minutes before putting 2 scoops of ice cream to his eyes.

•if he had a human form, Carmelo has asthma from overheat and couldn't stand heat very seriously.

•He plays video games and do streaming and live charity 24/7. He is also takes breaks but didn't take vacations because of his melting pressure.

•his hobbies are playing soccer, playing more video games (on or off streaming), hanging with friends or the children, going to the mall to play arcade games then get a lot of prizes and going through cafes, candy and bakery stores to eat sweets.

•he doesn't have any stomach problems or any illness after eating a huge amount of sweets. Its because as an ice cream man who is born with a family of frozen desserts, sweets is a resource power and energy.

•his hair, hair accessories?, eyes and outfit changes flavor and toppings according to his mood and emotions. However, the black licorice/charcoal black ice cream flavor is the most expensive looking ice cream you ever seen.

•the black ice cream is not shown on public. There are rumors on public that causes everyone on craving to wanting to tastes it but couldn't reach and trigger his black ice cream. It remains mysterious to unlock that flavor.

•the only person who Carmelo already showed and letting them taste the black ice cream is his closest friends who are willing to keep a secret, Bezai (Egg), TJ (Monster) and his family.

•Egg and Monster knew the taste of the expensive looking black flavor, if asked they both wouldn't revealed it.

•the only way to trigger the Black Licorice/Charcoal Black Ice Cream are two things; someone with a very HUGE amount of money donating on his lives streams or someone who is a billionaire and in ready battle or in fighting mode.

•the Black Ice Cream is called "Killer Ice Cream" or "Dark Time Ninja flavor". Because people are Dying to get that type of flavor and this killer ice cream is only active when he faces a fighting challenged or wanting to murder someone (but too soft to commit such crime). It only showed at the Gaming dimension only.

•He is friends with Marshmello. Ninja introducing to him and he has been on his concert for fun.

•He has his bandana, Ninja made it for him so they could match together. He only wear his bandana when he feels like fighting, when he feels serious on playing fair and on Killer Ice Cream mode.

•A huge fan of Naruto, him and his group did the running ninja which he had a lots of views of the random video on youtube.

•his powers is nitrogen fog or frost powers (it is different to Ice power to Frost powers).

•his fighting style is karate, taekwondo and military skills. He professional learned taekwondo daily at high school when he was just a teen, he won 3 gold medals and 5 silver medals from first to the end of high school years.

•as for his military skills, he got it from the game and learned all further constructions which is explained on why he knew how to use a gun and other weapons he possessed.

•Carmelo suffers on depression. In addition onto how he got depression is when he was just a teen where he first got his own twitch.

•age 17-18, he is a victim of toxic fans and was a victim of a certain person on twitch who ruined him into giving his fans a negativity on live streams. Ninja notices the changes and decided to stop the manipulator by exposing him with a help with his friends. Carmelo is grateful that his mentor/friend helped him for everything, but he still suffers to depression still.

•he took medication and support on his long break from twitch before he had finally continue to play.

•his has the same views and followers as Ninja's. Ice Cream is still in the same number of views today.

•He left twitch after Ninja decided to leave twitch. Which means he had left his group, the reason behind it is not just about Ninja. Carmelo: the real reason I left is because its time for me to moved on to the next level and get out from my comfort zone. It was fun after everything I've been through and I had a lots of good memories and bad memories here on twitch. I'll leave the guys who are now my former group to keep it up.

•he can draw anime and cartoon, he only draw it on spare time.

•his room at the Masked singer 2 mansion. His room is literally the freezer room obviously located at the kitchen, the room walls are all covered with crystal ices but in light blue, it was dark but his room are filled with neon lights, his complete desktop, a bathtub filled with ices, his bed, a mountain of ice cream containers and several frozen desserts and a room with his clothes there (Bezai: It bothers me that you put your clothes at this freezer room as your room Carmelo. Carmelo: why bother? I'm an ice cream man, I need to be at least chill to cool myself enough.) (see what I did there 😉 )

•He always played loud music every weekends because he wanted to practice dancing. The song choice are Marshmello's songs, electric soundtracks, 8-bit songs, and Japanese songs (mostly vocaloid).

•Ice Cream once played Family feud because he is a fan of that show since teenage years. Him and his group played together then won the money.

•his partner Bezai, Carmelo always been beside him and always go with him around for no reason. Because they are partners together, Ice cream and Egg are food related which is why he always have to follow him.

•he is Addy's playmate when he is out streaming. When he isn't playing on his desktop, they go play on the couch play video games on TV, PC and go to the mall to play arcade games to get prices.

•Ice Crean respectedly and acted politely to woman and young ladies. Since he knew about Ninja banned to play with a female player, he followed his advice onto not playing with a female player but he would act courteous when out of streaming or gaming.

•He met Egg when he went to have an interview together before the Masked Singer season 2.

•He can't say any swear words since he never swear in his life. He did hear people swearing but for him, he remains clean to his mouth especially in front of children.

•since his eyes remain close all the time and everyday, he has a emoji that looks exactly his look. His emojis are actually OwO but closing eyes: —w— , ^w^, UwU, ~w~, >w<, XwX, =w=

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