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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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pikemoreno · 4 years

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if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter I: Coffee Cures All Ills

a/n: Here it is folks! The first part of a Marcus fic heavily inspired by the Netflix rom-com Set It Up.

It’s more structurally and conceptually inspired and not an exact scene-for-scene remake because a) I was interested in the idea of this not even really being an AU. This is extremely canon-compliant and you’ll see more of that as we continue on. 😏And b) because I had lots of ideas that spun off from watching Set It Up that I just liked better for the purpose of this fic. So that’s what you can expect. It’s gonna be cheesy and fun and great.

The first couple of chapters are a lot of, well, set up (which has been infuriating). But we’ll get into the meat of it soon. My outline says so.

As a side note, a lot of the gifs I’m going to be using are from the movie, but these are not my face claims for any of the characters. I’m using them simply for the ~vibe~ of the chapter. Reader is not a small white girl... Or she might be. She is you. Or whatever OC you’d like her to be. Period.

And that’s it. Let’s go, I guess.

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2k (probably one of the shortest chapters we’re gonna see out of the 14-ish lolz)

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love.

He’d seen what it had done to him in failed relationships including everything up to a failed marriage. Some would argue that it wasn’t love then, that love doesn’t fail, so it couldn’t have been. But he disagreed. He knows it when it hits. It comes on you like lightning, bright and fast. You accept it, letting it run through your veins, and risk suffering a fatal blow to your heart. And it most definitely can fatally fail. It can cause joy and pain in equal measure. He’d already been struck so painfully once, the blow of the electricity going straight to his heart. He was beginning to hope to the high heavens that he wouldn’t be so unlucky as to be struck a second time, just in case it should reach his heart so painfully once more.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love.

He felt that especially strongly as he watched Adrian go through his recent break-up. He felt for his fellow agent, he really did. Adrian was completely convinced Sam was the one, sold to the point of going ring shopping soon. But one brief mention of an engagement sent Sam running for the hills. He’d been moping around the office for a couple of weeks now and, as much as Marcus understood the pain, he was already really looking forward to Adrian’s rebound or some similar distraction. He was needing his friend’s signature fire back right about now, not to mention his focus. His work had gotten sloppy in this mourning period. He was constantly distracted. Marcus was dreading getting him on this case today, but maybe it was just the push he needed. He hoped. He stepped up to Adrian’s desk, watching the glazed over look in his eye.

“Hey, Adrian, do you mind getting a head start on this? I’d really like you to be our head man on--” he slid the file onto his desk, but was cut short by Adrian’s response. A response that had nothing to do with anything Marcus had just said.

“I’m gonna die alone,” he muttered, hands supporting his chin, elbows on his desk. Marcus let out an exasperated sigh that he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re not gonna die alone,” he played along once again, rubbing his temple.

“Maybe I’ll go be a monk. They never have to worry about this shit.”

“An honorable profession.”

“Yeah.” Adrian blinked out of his dream-like state. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Marcus nodded rigidly. “Sorry, Pike.” He opened the file, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I’ll get on this.”

“You look exhausted,”

“I am,” he admitted sheepishly.

“I’m making a break room run to get coffee, you want one?”

“Please.” Marcus nodded his understanding and made his way down the hall to the break room. He doubted a case and a coffee could get his friend back on track, but he could hope, right?

***

If you had to listen through one more of Wendy’s mood swings, you might just scream. You love the girl, you really do. She’s your friend and the best boss you could’ve asked for, but Lord Almighty, had she been in rare form. Some days she was perfectly fine, strutting around like she didn’t care that her asshole boyfriend Daniel gave her an ultimatum instead of a ring on their last anniversary. Other days would see her doing a complete 180, shutting herself in her office and weeping into suspect files. Your least favorite days, though, were days where the heartbreak made her angry, where thinking about Daniel saying “It’s me or your job” made her border-line vengeful. But, unfortunately for you and the rest of the team, he wasn’t around to take the beating.

You couldn’t say you entirely understood. The short catalog of even shorter flings that you boasted brought largely apathy rather than heartbreak. You couldn’t say you’d ever been in love like Wendy had been. You’d never felt anything quite that strong-- and thank goodness for that. It wasn’t something you particularly looked forward to, at least, not the way you’d seen it lately. It was an uncontrollable force, dangerous and all-consuming. You liked control, liked being in your right mind. If love was to take up it's unfortunate residence, you could only hope it was for someone worth losing your mind over. You hadn’t seen anyone of the sort so far.

Unfortunately, it was already too late for Wendy Harrod. The already intimidating head of the Jewelry & Gem Theft Program in Texas was in rare form. You watched as an HR intern ran from her office in near tears. Poor Randy. Her sharp “come in” in response to your knock on her door made you wince.

“Harrod, I have the results of that house search you requested if you--”

“No, no! Absolutely not, I cannot handle this right now,” she was absolutely raging, leaving you grasping at straws for a response.

“I-- Uh-- Of course. I’ll just leave it right here whenever--” you placed it gently on the end table by the door before being interrupted again.

“Ughhhhh,” she groaned out before flopping into her desk chair, the red leather creaking as she let sit spin her around once, “I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” There was your Wendy.

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, sorry. Bring that here please.”

“What can I do for you? As your friend, I mean. You--” you weighed your words carefully as you hand her the report, “You haven’t quite been yourself since…” you stopped that thought, “Well, lately.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need,” she began to skim the report before looking back up with you with a tight lipped smile, “Maybe a coffee? For the more immediate problems anyway.” You laughed.

“Now that I can do. I’m headed there now. Break room coffee ok?”

“That’d be perfect.”

“The usual?”

“The usual.” She yelled after you as you walk down the hall, “You’re an angel!”

She wasn’t gonna be saying that when you came back without coffee.

The sign on the coffee pot reading “out of coffee” was going to seriously ruin your reputation and Wendy’s sensitive mood. You ran through the options: you couldn’t leave to get her a Starbucks; there were some bottled iced coffees in the fridge, but Wendy hated them; you could wait for someone to make a run at lunch and pass on the order, but this was too urgent. Then it hit you. Everyone knew the sixth floor had the better coffee stock anyway. The art freaks loved their fancy stuff. You could always just waltz down a floor and snag two cups from their stash. 5 minutes in and out. No harm done, no questions asked.

Or so you thought.

The sixth floor break room was already occupied when you walked in, finding another agent also brewing a morning cup in a single cup coffee maker.

They really did have everything here: multiple pots, another much fancier looking machine that looked like it might come to life and attack at any moment, recyclable coffee cups, every type of creamer. You name it.

You’d have to sneak over here more often.

You stepped up to the larger coffee pot, rinsing out the carafe before reaching for the container of grounds. Empty.

They had everything here. Except coffee.

Was the whole damn building in a coffee famine? You didn’t have time to check.

“No, no, no, no,” you panicked, frantically searching the cabinet for another container. In your peripheral you could see the other agent look at you like you’d grown two heads. You couldn’t be bothered with his judgement, but you met his eyes to ask, maybe a little too frantically.

“Is that the last of it?” you questioned, eyeing the cup he was brewing.

“Well, yeah, sorry.” It was obvious he meant it, but apologies were not what you were needing right now.

“Shit.”

“Withdrawals?” he laughed a little at your panicked state, but it wasn’t demeaning. He was genuinely amused, and maybe a little concerned, but it made you narrow your eyes at him all the same. You were not in the mood for the mocking, no matter how light-hearted it may be. No matter how much it was softened by the bright smile next to you.

“It’s not for me. It’s for my boss. My very upset boss who needs just one small ounce of joy in her life right now. The kind of joy that can only come from the fueling of her caffeine addiction, so if I could please just have that cup?” You blinked at him innocently, but his dark brown eyes widened as he shook his head

“What? No. I have a friend who needs this. If I don’t bring him this, he won’t be working for the rest of the day.”

“If I don’t bring my boss a cup of coffee in the next two minutes, I will probably not be working again. Ever. I will be dead. Do you want to be complicit in a murder, Agent--” you glanced at his badge, “Pike? Can you really live with that?”

“You’re awfully dramatic aren’t you?”

“I wish it was an exaggeration.” He inspected your badge then too.

“Jewelry and Gem Theft. Floor 7, right? What brings you down here to steal our coffee?” The argument was pointed, but his demeanor was anything but. He was smiling, enjoying this. A little too much, you seethed. You couldn’t stand around arguing all day.

“We’re out too.”

“Try another floor?”

“Time is of the essence here, Art Squad.” There was no room for addressing him politely now, he was riling you up on purpose.

“If you didn’t stand here arguing with me you could’ve tried another floor by now, Jewels.”

He must think he’s so clever.

“Please. This is DEFCON 5.”

“You do know DEFCON 5 is the good one, right?”

“You know what I mean. Please.” He looked at you and then the newly brewed cup, biting the inside of his cheek, thinking through the problem.

“Tell you what. I am willing to split this if you are. Maybe it’s enough to fix both of them.” The crease between his eyebrows was deep as he studied your face, “I know Adrian is too out of it to notice he’s getting jipped, not sure about your boss.” You shrugged.

“Wendy will manage. It’s enough to keep her from throwing something at my head next time I walk in.” He dutifully split the coffee between two of the recyclable travel cups and handed one to you. You took it gratefully.

“I hope this keeps you from… Dying? What’s up with that anyway?” You’re not sure what made this person that was essentially a stranger so interested in your life, but something about it feels nice.

“She had a really bad breakup: anniversary, thought it was going to be a proposal, instead it was him being a piss-baby. She’s a little all over the place right now. They’d been together for years and now there’s just… A hole. She doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Pike’s nod in response is emphatic, giving the cup in his hand a little wave.

“Same with him. Terrible breakup. He didn’t see it coming at all. She broke up with him on a voicemail… Then moved. ‘Course it just put him in this crazy funk, though. Doesn’t wanna work or do much of anything. No violence. Yet. But it’s sad to see.” You winced.

“That’s a rough one. Best of luck with him, Art Squad. Thank you. I owe you one. Seriously.”

“You definitely do, Jewels.” His smile is blindingly bright as he jokes. It makes you smile back.

“See you around.”

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#im not in love with this first chapter but hey!#gotta start somewhere #marcus pike x reader #iyewbil #bri writes

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fandomlifechoseme · 4 years

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hi! i i was wondering if you could write a damian wayne x reader where they are soulmates and he rejects her at first but dick finds out and fluff ensues

Hell yeah you can!

It was a fun day at school. All of the theatre kids put on a play while the sports kids played sports I guess, I spent the entire time chilling by myself. It was how I liked it. I spent the entire day drawing which obviously felt like heaven that was until he came around. Damian showed up in the art room I know he like to draw as well so I didn’t say anything against it. But then when I slightly got bored I decided to draw on my arm. I drew a little rose that Grew into a tree I thought it looks nice personally. When I looked up though, Damien was watching me with this disgusted look on as I obviously I thought he was just judging me because I was writing on my own. But then I looked onto his arm and they’re sat the exact same drawings. Shit. I wanted to talk to him about it but he just stood up and ran. Rude. Every day I saw him in the art room and I tried and tried and tried to talk to him. He never even let me get a single word in. One day I cornered him in the art room

“ we need to talk”

“ about what tch”

I quickly picked up my pencil and draw little smile on my wrist. It appeared on his quickly.

“That”

“Honestly I don’t want to be your soulmate either. but we need to talk about it”

He stood up from where he was sitting and gave me the most terrifying glare I have ever seen.

“ you don’t get it though, I’m never going to fall in love with a loser like you. You can’t be my soulmate because my soulmate would actually be good at something not mediocre at drawing”

He then marched out of The art room, leaving me there to just sit in sorrow. How can anyone be that rude. Let alone someone who I’m supposed to fall in love with and someone who I’m supposed to spend the rest my life with. I decided then and there that I would never conform to society is ideal soulmate. I didn’t need someone to be happy. Especially someone who makes me feel like shit. Months go by And every time I see Damien in the hallways I just give him a scoff. I just hope one day he’ll feel as bad as how I felt in that moment. no one in their right mind to get to treat someone like that and get away with it.

Art class was hard because Damian was in my class and Miss worked out they were trouble is between us. She took it upon herself to “fix” us. One day she decided that she would start a project. You had to paint someone you admired. And it was in pairs. So obviously she paired me with the asshole.

“ Who inspires that cold dead heart of yours?” Harsh. I know. But my parents had raised me to believe your soulmate is someone who makes you feel happy and get here. If it none of those boxes harsh. I know. But my parents had raised me to believe your soulmate is someone who makes you feel happy and giddy. Damian fit none of those boxes.

“my heart is very much beating, thank you and I guess Robin.”

Blah!

“Yeah I guess, I definitely prefer Nightwing though, oh! but Red Robin is awesome!” His face goes to pure disgust at the mention of Red Robin.

“Drake would never let me forget it. I’d rather do Nightwing”

At least we came to an agreement? Yano he’s not that ba-

“ oh and stop with the drawing on yourself. I don’t need that on me”

Nope. I take it back he is a 10/10 butthole. I take out my pen and start drawing red robin all over my arms.

“ fine, keep drawing. Just no Red Robin.” I can make this arrangement work out. Missed calls out to everyone, that we have five minutes and it would be best if we work a bit at home.

“My house or yours?”

“Tch, my Manor. obviously”

TIME SKIPPY!

After school ended I started heading over to where Damian was waiting. He offered me a ride begrudgingly. To which I accepted. I expected to be riding home in a simple car. But I did not expect a freaking limo. We get into the car and Damian calls to the driver.

“Pennyworth! This is my partner I was telling you about, We will be working on our project at the home today” pennyworth? That’s a weird name. Maybe it’s his last name.

“ good evening Miss/Mr L/N my name is Alfred pennyworth. You may call me Alfred” I gave Alfred a small smile and thank him for the ride.

“You can you call me Y/N!” We went through most of the ride in complete silence. The only noise was the rare chatter between Alfred and Damian. When we pulled up to Damian’s house immediately recognised it as the Wayne Manor! I forgot he was a Wayne sometimes. He just acts so different to his father. We walk up to the door and hear gunshots. Obviously this scares me a little bit so I asked Damian what it was.

“That’s just Todd. You don’t need to be afraid of him” He says in a comforting voice? When we open the door I recognised Dick Grayson immediately. He may or may not of been my childhood crush, you’ll never know.

“ Grayson. This is my partner L/N. We will be working on a project from 4 to 8 pm. I expect no disturbances throughout this period of time.”Oh so he’s like that at home as well. Dick Grayson turns to me.

“Hi! And what is your name?”

“Y/n! I didn’t know you’d be here!” Out Walks Tim Drake. A distant friend of a friend.

“ honestly, I didn’t even know I’d be here until period four. It’s nice to see you Tim”

Tim then sees my arm Which still is covered with Red Robin

“ you are a fan of Red Robin?” He had an unnatural smile on. Like it looked like pure amusement mixed with doubt and a hint of sleep deprivation.

“Ye-“ before I could finish the sentence Damian grabs my arm and starts leading me to his room I think. Or the art room.

Dick’s POV

I noticed it when Damian grabbed their arm. I noticed the red robin drawn all over his arm too. Oh man. That explains when he came home awkward and semi Upset. I know he has a crush on them maybe they doesn’t have a crush on him. He would come home every day and just talk non-stop about them. Then one day he just stopped. He said at the start of that day that he would finally talk to them. And yet nothing happened. I turned to Tim to ask him

“Did you see what was on his arm?”

“Obviously, how could I ever miss this opportunity. He has red robin written all over his arm and drawn. I’m gonna have to thank Y/n”. After smacking him lightly. I go and try to find out what happened from Alfred. Tim goes back to his lair And does whatever he does when he’s hiding. I had to convince Jason to stop shooting so that Y/N would not think we are under attack. After a lot of digging and talking to everyone including Bruce and my lovely Barbara. I found out what happened. As the great big brother I am I had to get involved. I made a few calls and within minutes I had everything I needed.

“Damian! Y/n! Come downstairs we’re gonna watch a movie!” Obviously I picked out the most romantic movie we owned. It wasn’t really romantic but was the best thing we had.

“Grayson! We are working on the project! We are not watching a movie.” Okay time for plan b. I quickly run up the stairs and slam open the door. It turns out they were doing more than making a project. They were making a painting of me. There’s nothing more romantic than painting me. Well I think I still need to help out a bit. So I leave the movie there for them and ask if Y/N wanted to stay the night.

“I can’t, sorry, my mother would never agree.”

Y/n’s pov

I didn’t want to stay over because, my mother is a murderous people who does not like the idea of staying over boys house and I guess that’s the only reason. I mean Damien‘s bad but we have great conversations. Like before Dick came in we were having a fun conversation about why we admired night wing. Dick looked sad but he left.

“ anyway. Why do you not like Robin?”

“It’s not like I don’t like Robin. I just think he’s just a bit scary you know?” He nods.

“ why do you not like red robin?” This lit a fire in his eyes.

“ where do I get started. First of all he is incompetent, he thinks he’s great but he’s very shit.”

“Reminds me of you”

“ do not compare us”

“ or what?” He just laughs and as he was about to answer. Dick kicks open the door and starts talking about how he convinced my mother to let me stay over. I mean He probably could convince anyone anything. If he came up to me one day and said that the joker was actually Batman I’d immediately believe him.

I agree to stay over. And as I turned around I heard the door slam shut again. Sounds like dick had left. Damian looks at me with a sincere look.

“I want to apologise. I panicked and in the heat of the moment I said things I didn’t mean. One. I’d be honoured if you are my soulmate. Two. I don’t think your mediocre at drawing.”

Can’t say I expected that. But I don’t think he expected though was for me to forgive him.

“ Damian. I really like you and I think we could definitely work out as soulmates. If you are willing to try?” He smiles. this is the first time I’ve ever seen them smile and we have been in class together for almost 3 years.

“ can I, can I kiss you?”

I nod and lean into the kiss. Before our lips could touch though. Loud gunshots rock through the building again.

“Dam Todd.”

“ so I take it that the Waynes aren’t a normal family?”

“Nope” Tim says falling out of the ceiling.

#dc #dc x reader #tim drake #dick grayson #batfam #batfam x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #jason todd

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flouncingwiz-sevsnape · 4 years

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Play Nice

Request: Can I request a Professor Snape x a new professor (24-25yrs old) who used to be a student at Hogwarts. Can their relationship build up slow at first then get as smutty has you would like to make it. Can she also be written as a sweet person who is always nice to everyone and students. Also sorry I know this is a lot can she have always had eyes for Snape even as a student and can you make it to where he thinks she is beautiful the first time he sees her again since she has grown up. Thank you!!

A/N: First of all, I’m sorry this took so long to publish. I’ve been pretty busy and I was lacking motivation. I’m not really sure how I feel about this one, so I apologise if it’s not as good as the others, but I still hope you all enjoy it!

Severus x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Walking into the Great Hall as a professor felt so weird and as you took your place at the staff table you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. ‘Oh my gosh this is NOT happening!’ you thought giddily to yourself. As you watched the students filing in, you waved cheerfully at them, even though you didn’t know a single person. It was your first year on the job and returning to Hogwarts after your time away was such a great feeling. You thought back to your days as a student… You remembered a few of your classes and jokes you played with your friends, but the biggest thing that stuck out to you from your recollections was the massive crush you’d had on Professor Snape. ‘Well, I guess I can call him Severus now,’ you smirked to yourself. As you thought of the mysteriously attractive Potions Master, you scanned the staff table, wondering if he was still here. Sure enough, at the opposite end, Severus sat sulking next to a very chatty looking Rubeus Hagrid. ‘So the first years must be here,’ you turned your head as Minerva walked in carrying the Sorting Hat, a parade of timid kids behind her. The sorting proceeded and then everyone tucked into the magnificent welcome feast. You were so happy to be back and you chatted to Filius and Sybil who were on your right and left. Tomorrow term started and you were going to teach your first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ‘I hope that I’m good enough,’ you thought excitedly as the feast came to a close and you headed down the corridors to your room.

Up ahead, you could make out the dark shape of Severus flouncing down the hall. You grinned to yourself and called his name. Now that you were his colleague, you were going to take advantage of it.

‘Severus!’

He whipped around to face you, black cloak flowing angrily behind him. ‘Yes?’ he replied slowly. As you approached him, he narrowed his eyes. ‘Who are you?... Y/l/n?’

Your stomach did a somersault. He recognised you, that was already a big win. Still grinning you stepped closer to him than you would anybody else. ‘That’s Y/n now, Severus. Don’t you know, I’m the new DADA professor.’ He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

‘Well… I wish you… the best of luck, Y/n.’

You inclined your head before placing a hand flirtily on his arm and replying. ‘Thank you, you’re such a sweetheart.’ He straightened at your touch and glared down at your hand. You ignored him and continued in an overly sweet voice. ‘As I am new here, I’ll be needing somebody to show me the ropes… perhaps you would be willing to?’ You tightened your grip on his arm and put a pleading look on your face, ‘please, Severus?’

His dark eyes searched your face, lip curled into a slight sneer as if showing you the ropes was the last thing he’d like to do. After a few moments of silence, though, he slumped his shoulders and gave an exasperated sigh. ‘All right. I suppose… I could.’

‘Oh that would be brilliant. Thank you!’ You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sauntering away. Snape stood sputtering angrily as you turned out of sight. You were giggling to yourself, satisfied with your flirting skills, as you pushed into your chambers.

Severus stood in the middle of the dark corridor completely taken aback for a few reasons. First of all, Y/n, whom he had last seen years ago as a student, was now completely gorgeous, much different than the smart, but normal student he had taught. Second of all, she had the audacity to not only ask him for help but then proceed to kiss him on the cheek. ‘Had she been… flirting with me?’ he asked himself. The possibility of something happening with you aroused him a bit, but Snap shook his head to himself. ‘No, she used to be your student. That would be inappropriate. She probably was just being friendly anyways…’ Clenching his jaw, Snape spun dramatically on his heel and stormed down to the dungeons to prepare for class the next day.

Your first month of teaching was a blur, but you felt more comfortable and at home than you’d ever felt before. The students seemed to like your class and you got along well with the rest of the staff. You frequently flirted with Severus whenever you had the chance, but he seemed extremely reluctant to reciprocate which frustrated you. It seemed as though he was interested in you, but he had a lot of restraint when it came to interacting with you. Still, you didn’t let that get in the way of your interactions with him.

As you walked down the hall, you heard Snape’s angry voice and you saw him scolding a small first year. Severus’ cloak was shredded and torn and on the floor there lay a fanged frisbee. You laughed to yourself, already deducing what had happened. The first-year’s eyes were brimming with tears and he looked absolutely terrified, so you decided to step in.

‘...I will personally see to it that Filch hangs you from your ankles and-’ Severus’ angry tirade was cut off by your entrance.

‘Hello Professor Snape,’ you gave him a curt nod before turning kindly to the little child, ‘and who are you?’

‘B-Benjamin,’ he stammered.

You knelt beside the boy and placed a soothing hand on his quivering shoulder. Whispering loudly you reassured the student. ‘You know, Benjamin, Professor Snape is a very grumpy man. I’m sure, before punishing you, he’ll realise that you were just having a bit of fun and meant no harm by having a fanged frisbee. I’m sure after that happens, Professor Snape will only take a few points from your house, apologise for being so harsh, and issue you a warning,’ you shot Severus a stern look, eyebrow raised. ‘Won’t he?’

Snape’s face was hardened and he was glaring at the kid, but when he caught your eye he sighed angrily. ‘Yes. He will,’ he spat, as if apologising to a student was the worst thing imaginable.

You stood and gave the boy a pat on the head before turning to Severus. ‘There now. Who says Professor Snape can’t play nice?’ You winked at Severus, brushed a strand of his hair out of his face, and sauntered off, leaving him giving a begrudging apology to the much relieved student. Grinning to yourself, you headed to your next class.

A few days later, you were in your classroom helping a few students correct their papers, when Severus walked in; well, more accurately, he stormed in with his black cloak billowing dramatically. Pointing at a line in the textbook that lay open on the table you instructed the students. ‘Right then, copy this line down while I see what Professor Snape wants.’ The students shot nervous glances at the angry looking Potions Master before hurriedly scratching the sentence on their parchment. As Severus approached, you stood up and put on a winning smile.

‘Severus! What a surprise,’ you briefly touched his arm, ‘to what do I owe the pleasure?’

His dark eyes flashed to your hand and he withdrew his arm. You laughed and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. ‘I thought it prudent to discuss a certain matter with you,’ he paused and his gaze flickered to the students working on their essays, ‘but I think it’s better discussed in… private.’ For some reason that statement sent goosebumps down your spine and you shivered. There was a certain tone in his voice that you couldn’t quite place. His face was impassive, almost bored looking, and yet his eyes hinted at some sort of emotion. Not wanting to succumb to any sentiment too soon, you nodded and laughed.

‘Whatever you say, Severus.’ You touched his robes casually and shot him a smirk. ‘I see you’ve repaired these since the frisbee incident.’

‘Yes,’ his penetrating eyes glittered dangerously.

‘Why are you so harsh on the students, Severus?’ You asked in a singsong voice as you strolled back to your desk. The students paused their writing and watched Snape cautiously. Clearly, they wanted to know too.

Severus scoffed and followed you, leaning against the desk lazily. You looked at him expectantly and he opened his mouth to speak, but paused, lips quivering angrily. You noticed his hesitation and raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

‘You know, the students actually like professors who are nice to them.’ You stepped closer to him and leaned in until your lips were next to his ear, ‘and I have a hunch that you know how to play nice… Severus.’ You saw your words have their desired effect as Snape shivered slightly, before straightening. His eyes were dancing maliciously, but he didn’t say anything. Severus turned and stormed out of the classroom and your eyes followed his body, satisfied. Smiling, you turned to the students and continued to help him, occasionally laughing with them about Professor Snape’s excessive dramatics.

Severus stormed out of the classroom, goosebumps still trailing up and down his arms. He realised now that, without a doubt, Y/n had been flirting with him since day one. Snape smirked as he thought back to how she always was sure to show off in front of him. Whenever she caught him scolding a student she sauntered in and saved the insolent kid from extreme punishment. It was annoying, but he had to admit to himself, he admired her. Severus’ heart sped up as he thought back to how gorgeous Y/n looked today, especially when she was flirting with him. When that happened, her eyes sparkled and her smiles lit up the room. The more Snape thought about her, the more he knew that he couldn’t resist any longer. The term was a little over halfway done and he couldn’t convince himself that it wasn’t appropriate any longer. Obviously Y/n wanted him and, if Severus was being honest with himself, he wanted her too.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you noticed a considerable change in Severus. Although, it wasn’t until one snowy, cold Saturday that you really realised he had changed. You were walking to the staff lounge, ready to grab a biscuit or two since you’d missed breakfast, when you bumped into Snape. Your flirting had become progressively more obvious and contained many innuendos, but you couldn’t help it. You’ve had eyes for this man since your years as a student, and since you were a teacher, you wanted to make the most of it.

‘Afternoon Severus,’ you said with a smile, straightening your robes.

His dark eyes flicked briefly up and down your body before he spoke, ‘Y/n.’ You locked eyes with him and for a moment both of you were silent. You realised you and Severus were still standing awfully close to each other and your cheeks heated up as you thought some rather dirty thoughts. Eventually, Snape stepped back and cleared his throat, dragging you back into reality. ‘Nasty weather we’re having…’ he tried at some normal conversation.

Seizing this opportunity, you replied, ‘oh yes, terrible. All this cold snow just makes me want to stay in bed all day.’ You shot him a seductive look.

To your surprise, he flirted right back. ‘Indeed. But I find that more physical activities do well to keep out the cold,’ he paused and smirked, ‘don’t you agree?’

You bit your lip and looked him straight in the eyes. ‘Oh yes, Severus,’ you dropped your voice to a whisper and leaned close, ‘I think that partner activities, especially, are effective.’

His breathing was heavy and his eyelids fluttered as if he were picturing something particularly satisfying. You exhaled, hoping that he was thinking of the same thing you were. The moment felt right, so you decided to press your luck a bit further.

‘Severus?’ His eyes refocused on you, a curious glint in them. ‘I wish you would play nice with me.’ You brushed past him into the common room, smirking.

Snape sighed to himself, suddenly aware of the small arousal the conversation had given him. He glanced down at his trousers where a little tent had formed. ‘Oh bloody hell.’ Severus exhaled, flicked his hair angrily out of his face, and began pacing back and forth. ‘What am I doing?’ he thought as he swept his cloak over his bulge and stormed after Y/n to the staff lounge. He glanced around until he locked eyes on her, talking jovially to Filius. Her eyes were sparkling and her smile sent a jolt through Severus’ stomach. He felt another part of himself stiffen in response to how gorgeous Y/n was. Snape knew what he wanted to do and he knew that it was wrong, but at this moment, he had no resolve.

‘Y/n,’ he called out to her, ‘can I get your advice on something?’ She looked up at him, a mischievous smirk on her face.

‘Oh certainly, Severus. Excuse me, Filius’ She apologised and gave Snape a small wink as she headed towards him. Severus spun on his heel and walked down the corridor a bit, Y/n following behind.

You followed Severus out of the staff room and down the hall a bit. He was leaning against the wall, dark eyes twinkling. When you drew near he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him, your breath caught in your throat.a

‘What do you need, Severus?’ You looked at Snape’s tented pants and brushed her hand over them briefly, Your voice was a whisper and it was laced with lust. At your touch, Severus groaned slightly and shifted his hips.

Despite the thoughts move you had just made, Snape responded calmly and slowly. ‘I… want… you.’ His eyes sparkled with passion and his breath was hot against your neck. As he spoke, your stomach somersaulted and a soft beating began between your legs. A sense of frantic wanting swept over you and you grabbed his hand and pulled him to your room without a word. You had fantasised about this moment for ages and as you brought Severus to your bed and pressed your lips to his, your movements became hasty and urgent. The throbbing between your legs had intensified and the only thing to remedy it was Severus. You fell onto the bed with him on top of you, breath hot and frantic, and before you knew it, Severus and you were in the throws. And it turns out, Severus could play nice after all…

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hu4ngs · 4 years

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anything for yuta please! he is so hot in the latest comeback i cRI

im having a break currently and BOY im so happy to write for you!!! +++ i’d like to take this opportunity to ask you all to stay safe and healthy!

yall know what’s gonna happen. yes you’ve guessed it right i’m doing a strangers to lovers au

so let’s assume you look like your twin bc well…. you’re twins

BUT your twin is the popular twin, and you’re mediocre. AND you two go to separate schools

you’re going to an all-girls’ science school because your life is already hectic you don’t wanna make it anymore hectic with men

your sister goes to a nearby art school. so you know what that means; f r a t b o y s.

also you’ve been knew that your sister is a bit of a player herself

like you’ve had boys coming to your house, crying, begging for your sister to take him back

nonetheless, though, you still love each other and depend on each other a lot

like, whenever you feel like getting a boyfriend, she’d help you out (even though your relationship ends up in flames about 3 months later because the boys you dated are all fratboys that couldn’t appreciate you enough). and in return you’d help her a lot with getting ready for dates or with her studies

so one day

you were in your school, watching a bunch of girls do a practice match of volleyball with another school because you were bored

then you got a text from your sister saying that she needed help and that it was a level-10 threat

i mean,,,, LEVEL 10? that has to be serious

so you dashed tf out of your school

by a few minutes, you’d arrived to your school

your first instinct was to go to her classroom

so you did

and then you saw a bunch of men hogging around your sister’s desk

so you were like?? wtf is going on

“what are you guys doi-”

before you could even finish your sentence, one of them yelled, “there she is!”

and another yelled, “get her!”

you were freaked??? first of all, you actually put in efforts in how you look today, you’re not about to let some crazy men ruin it for you

so you ran for your life

as you were running you wonder what your sister had done for these men to decide to kill her

thanks to your teacher for forcing you to join tons of cross-country runs, you managed to get away from them

you ran into a room and in the midst of panic you knocked onto something, and it all fell apart

you cupped your mouth

from what you can see, you probably knocked over some arts student’s sculpture

there wasn’t anyone, though, so you started looking around to hide before any art student walks in

as you were running towards what looked like a storage room, someone stepped out

he had blonde hair, and was just crazily handsome

but that wasn’t the point

he saw you, and then looked over behind you

“what the- hey! did you do that?” he asked

you weren’t sure if he was angry, or if that’s just his normal face, but eitherway he was really handsome

you looked behind you to the broken sculpture again, and shrugged hesitantly

“may…..be…..?” your voice squeaked at the end

he gave you a look, before walking past you, “if you haven’t noticed i had been working on this for a very long time, asshole.”

his intonation wasn’t angry, but it still left a sting when he said that

you felt guilty

“i’m sor-”

“oh shut it, yuna, save that sorry for my friends that you’ve fucked.” he scoffed as he started cleaning up your mess

you were confused for a second, before everything clicked

he must’ve mistook you for your sister

you laughed awkwardly

“um, i’m y/n, not yuna” you said

he stopped sweeping, and then shot you a confused glance

“since when did you have a whole identity change?” he asked sarcastically again

you’re usually annoyed when people gave you an attitude, but you weren’t this time. maybe because you deserved it……?

“oh no, yuna is yuna. i’m her twin!” you smiled.

he stopped again, and looked at you

he clicked his tongue, and then stared at you from your head to your toe

“well…. you do have a better fashion sense than your sister.” he said

you didn’t know why, but you felt supeeeeeer happy when he said that

“i didn’t know yuna had a twin?”

“oh i go to the all-girls’ school a few miles away from here.” you told him

by now, he was done cleaning up the mess and was working on another sculpture

you wonder why he wasn’t SO mad at the fact that you literally broke a what seemed like months of hardwork

you walked over to the blonde, but he didn’t give you any reaction

“why aren’t you throwing a tantrum that i broke your masterpiece?” you asked

he gave you a glance before going back to his new sculpture

he shrugged, “i felt like it was ugly anyways.” he casually said

you nodded, and then just watched him work on his clay in silence

“so why are you here?” he asked, breaking the silence

you chuckled, “some boys are chasing my sister. i guess this is what she meant when she was having a level-10 threat.”

the guy chuckled too

“aren’t you gonna help your sister?” he asked

you shook your head, “she can handle this on her own. i’m sure her new jock boyfriend will help her out.”

“oh yea, i’m sure johnny will. everyone’s scared of him” he agrees

“you’re not so bad, y/n. i’m yuta.” he held out his hand - that had so many clay on it

it seems like he knew exactly what he was doing as he gave you a smirk to see if you were gonna shake hands or not

you took this as a friendship test - or something - so you took his hand

he made a playful look of disgust, “ew, can’t believe you took my hand like that.” he laughed

you’re pretty sure that was the first time that you saw him properly smile, and he had a really pretty smile too.

“your smile is so pretty….. i wish mine was like yours. when i smile i look like a goat.” you said as you simultaneously rested your face onto your clay-ed hand

“oh GOD!” you yelled, and made yuta laugh

“dumbass!” he claimed happily, before wiping a finger onto your nose

“HEY!” you yelled, and wiped some onto his face

yuta didn’t flinch, instead he was simply laughing

after a moment of laughter, he sighed softly, and then looked at you

“just between the two of us, you’re the better twin, y/n” he confessed, and you giggled

he smiled again, and went on with his work

“how do i get these off my face by the way?”

he chuckled again, “you can’t” he joked

but your dumbass, who has never had experience with arts, believed him

so you were panicking

“what the- um… shouldn’t we get these off our faces?” you asked, nudging him

he shook his head, “i like it on mine. it’s a concept of van gogh’s.”

your heart was really gonna sink in your stomach, he didn’t have as much clay on his face as you did!

“that’s nice, but we should get it off our faces”

you said, nudging him even more

then, he burst out laughing again.

“you’re so funny” he told you

“you can’t be this clueless. of course the clay can be removed. just wash it with water later, idiot” he said, and shook his head

“oh” you said, a little bit embarrassed

then, you got a call

you fished your phone out just to see your sister calling

you signaled yuta to be quiet and he nodded

yuta didn’t have to hear your sister’s voice to know that she was furious at you

“wow! thank god, right? hope you don’t break his heart too.” you said sarcastically

yuta laughed at your snarky attitude

“yes i’m at your school, but a bunch of boys started chasing me thinking i was you.” you explained

“you know what? don’t come home if you’re gonna stay angry!”

you ended the call and turned back to yuta

“well, she’s mad.” you told him, and he nodded

“i love her and all, but she’s the most annoying, irritating, picky, selfish person ever when she’s mad.” you scoffed

“you can always sleep in the streets tonight” he joked

you gave him a look, and he looked away, still thinking it was a decent joke

“just lock her out,” he suggested

“i can’t, she has a spare key.”

“that’s tragic”

you nodded in agreement

“you can come over to my house if you’re comfortable enough” he winked when you looked at him

“but i bet you won’t do it, you look like you don’t have the balls to stay a night with a boy” he shrugged casually as he kept his eyes onto his sculpture

“bet.” you said, and he genuinely looked shocked

“what the hell, are- are you serious?” he stammered, which you found funny

“i mean, sure, why not?”

“aren’t you worried that i might be a serial killer?” he asked

you shrugged as you leaned onto the table in front of him

“so you’re my own version of joe goldberg? sign me up” you joked

he laughed, “you’re brave”

you let out a peace sign as a respond

“we should order in some pizzas tonight then, my treat!” he happily exclaimed

you had been staring at his face for so long - since you first met him

and you can’t help but call him handsome in your mind each time too

you weren’t really that much of a believer in love at first sight but come on, now. yuta has the looks, the talents, the personality, the respect, the humour. and to top all of that he’s got a bit of an attitude. he was screaming boyfriend material into your ears at this point

when he realised you weren’t giving out a response to a pizza night, he froze

“are you on a- um- are you on a diet? do you wanna eat something with low calories instead or-”

taken aback you immediately refuse, “oh my god, no, no! pizza is fine for tonight.” you told him

he let out a sigh of relief

“my ex used to freak out whenever i pick something to eat and it’s not up to her standards, sorry.” he explained

you rolled your eyes at the thought, “that’s plain annoying.”

he nodded in agreement, “it’s a different story if she had something to eat in mind, but no. she lets me decide and then throws a tantrum when i suggest something simple, or some shit like that.” he grunted

you chuckled seeing him annoyed

“hey, what time is it, by the way?” he asked

you opened your phone, and showed it to him, it read 7:48 PM.

“you wanna get going? talking about food is making me hungry.” he explained

you nodded, “me too.”

he started cleaning up his desk, and you helped him out

afterwards, the two of you went to wash the clay out of your hands and faces, yuta not forgetting to splash some water onto you while you were at it

the campus was dark and half-empty by then, some students were giving you looks for splashing water at each other, and you had to admit it was a bit embarrassing

“my house is kinda close to the campus, do you wanna walk or do you wanna take the bus?” he asked

you took a while to think, “since we’re gonna get fat tonight, let’s do some exercise beforehand.” you suggested, and he was fine with it

so you two started walking together

it all felt ethereal to you

the weather was great, it was windy in the right ways, the sky still had a hint of purple and pink to it

you had asked yuta a question that had probably excite yuta, because he was talking with full enthusiasts, and you were enjoying yourself seeing him so passionate about something

then, he absentmindedly swung an arm around your shoulder

and you’re just there like ‘OwO’

but you didn’t want to ruin the moment since he was still talking so passionately

so you acted like you didn’t notice it and carried on with the conversation

plus, you were lowkey (or highkey) enjoying his warmth. he’s a very warm person >:(

then, you two reached his apartment, which looked really nice

when you entered his apartment, it was a bit messy, but it was still pretty

you came to a conclusion yuta was a man of STYLE!!!!

“sorry if my place doesn’t live up to your expectations” he said, but you immediately disagree

“this is a really nice place!” you assured

he kinda gave off a playful look before sitting next to you on the sofa, “so if i were to bring you here on a date, would you like it?” he asked

you were taken aback by the question, but that doesn’t mean a smile wasn’t going to form onto your face

you immediately looked away, still having a hard time removing the grin off of your face

“i don’t know, you haven’t asked me on a date to your house yet.” you told him

he laughed, before poking his head onto your shoulder to see your reaction, “so you want me to ask you out on a lazy date?” he asked

you pushed him away, completely embarrassed, “bro like, shut the fuck up” you said playfully, which made yuta burst out laughing

“your reactions to everything are just so cute.” he told you before softly letting a sigh out

“thanks, we’ve been knew that i’m cute.” you joked

yuta made a disgusted face jokingly too, which made you laugh out of embarrassment

both of you took a really long time to finish off your meals becuase both of you were busy criticizing the shitty netflix series that you were watching

by the time both of you were tired, it was already 4 in the morning

neither you nor yuta could believe that both of you had been talking for that long

but it was undeniable that both of you were enjoying each other’s companies so much

at this point you were ready to propose to this man

but OBVIOUSLY you didn’t wtf

also, by now, you were both cuddled up by the sofa while tall girl was playing on the tv

“do you wanna watch another movie after this?” he asked, you nodded absentmindedly even though you were falling asleep

“how are we gonna get to school tomorrow?” you mumbled groggily

yuta was silent for a while and then he said, “let’s just skip tomorrow!” he suggested

you were falling asleep, yes, but the thought of skipping school excites you

you didn’t always skip school, but you wouldn’t turn down an opportunity either

“that’d be great,” you told him, before laying your head back onto his shoulder

“you know what, y/n?” he asked, you hummed as a response

“let’s go out on a date tomorrow.” he whispered, and then lied his head onto yours

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holy-chocolate-biscuit · 4 years

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Nine in the Morning

Micky x Percy (Butterkins) Fan Fiction

Secret Santa was: @thatrosewoodwriter

Fic Summary: Taking place after the events of Princess in Practice, this fan fiction is an imagining of Micky and Percy and what they did next.

Thank you @rwchsecretsanta for organising the whole thing.

I’m sorry it’s so long xjsjsje I got pretty carried away.

Note for @thatrosewoodwriter

Hey Charley. I was your Secret Santa, sneaky me. You might have already guessed that because I think I was pretty bad at hiding it. Anyway, I was very happy when I found out I got you, we were already friends (and continuing to develop our friendship) but I was delighted. You’re a great friend that I love talking to, and you never seem to run out of interesting stories to talk about. You are also very talented, with singing, writing, making art etc, and it blows me away. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic. Even though I don’t usually really write, I tried my best. As I said, I am very happy that I got you and I hope you like it.

-: ✧ :-

Nine in the morning, before breakfast, Percy was walking in the Tompkins Gardens in a dark blue bath robe, under the vivid pastel blue sky.

Percy had always adored the gardens - wise like several football pitches put together.

Plants and flowers of extreme beauty and colours, rosy pink, glowing blue, fluorescent greens surrounding him, nature at its best, beautiful and bright. He walked on the smooth gray stone pavement, his hands in his pockets, on his left side a bush wall with different coloured flowers.

In the middle of the gardens, was a big fountain, at the centrepiece of it, a white statue of Aphrodite, the greek Goddess of love, a paper white life size statue, her hair tied back and a warm smile on her face, wearing a white robe.

Percy slowly walked his way to the very front, occasionally bending down to sniff the flowers and admiring the beauty as he walked.

Last night he hadn’t got much sleep, he admitted to himself, and he felt his energy draining as he walked.

He remembered looking around his room in the Tompkins Manor, pastel blue walls painting ironic melancholy as the walls felt like they choked him. Restlessness consumed him, and dark thoughts had wormed their malicious control into Percy’s brain daily. The thoughts came to him abruptly and without control, even though Percy did his best to suppress them.

Alfred Tompkins is sick.

Leviathan have the Hamelin formula.

Your own father sold you out for Leviathan.

Percy physically cringed as those memories came coursing through his mind again. He shook his head, as if to literally shake the memories away.

He turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the back doors.

Micky Tompkins, his best friend.

His light blonde hair was messy, not brushed properly, and it looked annoyingly good on him, and it made Percy want to ruffle his hair. As he ran closer to Percy, he couldn’t help notice that his ocean blue eyes sparkled today. He wore a white fluffy bathing robe. Only Micky could look good in a white bathing robe, Percy thought bitterly.

“Micky,” Percy scanned him, smiling. “Hi. Walk with me?”

Micky smiled back. “Of course.”

-: ✧ :-

They walked side by side in the heat, Percy on Micky’s left as a cool breeze found it’s way down his spine. Micky suddenly felt his palms build up with sweat, and he shook his hands quickly and clenched his fists, praying Percy didn’t see anything.

This wasn’t exactly ideal, as recently, Micky had fallen more and more in love with Percy, and he prioritised looking good in front of him nowadays.

Everything Percy did, Micky couldn’t stop admiring.

His smile. His hair, that he loved to ruffle. His personality. How he held himself. He’d become more and more in love by everything he did. It was almost worrying.

Even that black bath robe he was wearing, that accentuated the black circles around his eyes, that made him look like a panda, as his eyes were sunken and his skin was pale white. Micky let out a quiet laugh.

Percy didn’t seem to notice this, he stopped walking and fell back. He went on his tiptoes, pulling a red rose lower and smelled it.

His jawline. The way he crinkled his nose. The way he closed his eyes.

Percy went down to his feet again and let go of the flower, his smile fading slowly again. He wore a withdrawn expression as they walked, looking down occasionally and chewing his lip. Micky’s heart beat quickly. What was wrong?

“Are you alright?” asked Micky.

Percy looked at him, and slowly signed, “Tired. Just a bit tired.” He gave a small smile as if to show this.

Though Micky senses there was more to the story, than “just a bit tired.”

Micky’s face swiftly morphed into a mask of worry, his heart aching seeing Percy like this. “I don’t think that’s all.”

Percy ignored this, and continued walking.

“I think I know what it’s about. What... happened. And, you can talk about it, if you want. I don’t mind,” he offered an encouraging smile, hoping that hid his anxiousness.

Percy chewed his lip again as they walked. They reached the end of the garden now, facing a large bush wall where rows and rows of different flowers popped out, and the two turned to face each other.

“Alright,” signed Percy, his eyes burning. “I will. I just...” he coughed. “I’m still angry. My world is still loose at the seams, threatening to tear at any minute. I’m still getting over the shock, and I still have to accept-“ Percy put his hands down, and clasped them to his sides.

Micky nodded as Percy’s face tightened, but he continued. “I still have to accept what he did.” Percy didn’t need to specify who he was. His father. “It feels like everything I’ve ever known has broken, shattered in front of me. Like I can’t trust anyone. And it will be a long time I get over it, I guess. But for now? I’m still lost.”

He walked slowly toward the wall at the end, his hand scraping through the bush delicately, as a dark melancholy overwhelmed the air.

“I’m sorry,” Micky signed, though the action felt useless, numb, and his throat felt dry.

“Don’t be.”

Micky sighed. He desperately wanted to wrap Percy up and to hide him, protect him from his own inner demons and from the horrors of the world.

If only it worked like that.

“None of this is your fault,” Micky signed desperately. “It’s completely understandable to feel like this.”

Percy looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. Micky mentally wished he was better at advice. The whole fiasco had only happened days ago. And, here Percy was, vulnerable for the first time that Micky could really see, and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t magically take the burden off his shoulders. There was nowhere they could both just go and hide in. He wasn’t a knight in shining armour, ready to protect him. He was just Micky.

“And, I’m here for you,” continued Micky eventually. “You can always talk to me. I’ll be here for you. And I will help you. I promise.”

Percy walked away from the wall and towards him again, with a blank facial expression. Micky gulped but he continued. “Whatever you need me to do. To be there for you so you can talk it out. To distract you. To buy you Butterkist popcorn.... anything. Because, what has happened... you didn’t deserve it to happen to you. And I will keep helping you until you’re happy again. Me and Lola will help you to the very end.” He attempted a smile.

There was a long pause. Percy eventually smiled back, and Micky exhaled, relieved.

“Thank you,” signed Percy. “I appreciate that. I’m glad you can help me,” he paused. “And I’m glad I can be honest with you. So I will continue to be honest with you, too.”

Micky nodded in response.

“I’m not sure it’s that easy...” signed Percy, his facial expression hardening, though Micky could see the vulnerability etched in his eyes.

Percy fiddled with his bathrobe belt, before continuing to sign again. “This memory. I will get better, but never the same as I once was,” he rubbed his eyes. “And I’m trying to be happy, I really am,” he blinked quickly. Micky could almost swear he saw tears building up. Micky leaned closer and held his shoulders, as Percy sighed, his hands shaking. “And I’ll try harder. For you. But it’s difficult, because I wish things were just like how they were before-“ and before he could attempt to sign anything else, Percy’s face was leaning against his shoulder, breathing heavily, his hands moving its way onto his shoulders.

Micky hugged him, placing his hands on his back. He didn’t dare move, his heart aching for his best friend.

It was a while before Percy lifted his face again, and looked at him head on.

He had stopped crying, although fresh tears were still on his cheeks. Percy held his breath and stepped back a little.

“I’m sorry,” he signed, avoiding eye contact.

“No, it’s okay,” Micky signed. There was a pause before he continued. “Life might not go back to how it was. But things will get better from now. Things will improve. This is just a setback. I promise things will get better. But for now, you just need a distraction.

Percy exhaled again before laughing bitterly. “Then distract me,” he grinned, as if he was challenging him.

Micky wiped the tears off Percy’s face with his thumb, as he leaned closer. He stepped back again, but only to look at Percy right in the eyes, to take a deep breath, and sign “challenge accepted.”

And suddenly Micky was kissing him.

-: ✧ :-

Percy’s eyes widened as he felt his hands tremble, Micky kissing him softly, curiously. Percy placed his hands on his shoulders carefully. Micky gripped Percy’s bath robe belt and pulled him closer, as they both closed their eyes.

And suddenly, energy coursed through his body, through his veins. His heart beat against his rib cage furiously, and he thought it was going to shoot out at any given moment.

He forget everything: Leviathan, Hamelin Formula, even his father, as they kissed, and Percy felt like he was floating.

Until a fresh wave of horror set over him.

What was he doing?

He opened his eyes and abruptly stepped back.

“I’m sorry,” he signed quickly, his eyes big and his mouth wide open, as he ran off, back into the house, leaving Micky in the garden.

-: ✧ :-

Michael Tompkins, you are worse than a stickless lollipop.

Micky wore a permanent expression of horror as he lay in his cold bed. It was night now, 10pm, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up whole.

For the whole day, he had ignored what he had done, ignored Percy, ignored Lola, stayed in his room, and when he ever had to go out, he had lurked the house like a silent ghost. He acted like he hadn’t done nor remembered anything.

But he remembered what he had done alright.

He remembered a kiss, his lips against Percy’s, as soft and light as a feather.

Why did he do that? Why? Why? Why?

One minute, he’s trying to help his best friend, give him advice. Percy had been washed completely by the numbness of misery, of agony, of a sadness he could barely comprehend, inner demons constantly gnawing at his mind with no mercy.

The next minute, he was kissing him, as if nothing else mattered.

And under the guise that he was distracting Percy, instead of genuinely doing something that would help him, acting on his own selfish desires.

Yet worst of all, he still enjoyed it. Enjoyed kissing him.

He remembered the gentleness, the affection of it leaving him breathless and almost knocking him off his feet, making him feel like he was floating.

The way his body felt so light he thought he was going to melt.

He rubbed his hands over his face in shame, groaning.

You’ve ruined everything, Micky. Why did you have to kiss him?

But then, he sat up suddenly. An idea brewed in the corners of his mind.

But you can fix this... maybe?

He got up from his bed speedily and sat down at his desk and scrambled for a pen and paper, hurriedly opening drawers. He eventually found some lined paper under his books, and quickly grabbing a pen, he wrote rapidly.

Meet me in the gardens, nine in the morning. I will explain myself.

He was going to apologise. It was selfish of him, to do something so problematic, and he planned on dismissing the kiss and saying it meant nothing.

Since Percy clearly didn’t like him back, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

All you can do is help him, he thought to himself, hovering behind Percy’s door and pushing the note underneath it, taking deep breaths, his heart breaking slightly.

-: ✧ :-

Even though the sticky air was hot and humid, a cold chill went up Percy’s spine as he stood at the front of the garden, looking around nervously at the harmony of flowers.

He wrapped his arms around himself, not because it was cold, but to calm his nerves.

What did that note mean? What was Micky going to say?

His hand hovered above his lips, remembering the sensation, unsure what to think.

He squinted in the distance. He saw a figure in the distance and he felt himself exhale in relief, silly as it was.

Micky slowly walked towards him, his mouth in a thin line, and Percy felt his heart beat frantically.

“Finally,” Percy grinned.

“Percy,” Micky smiled, but it looked awfully sad. “I need to tell you something,”

Percy nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he signed. “You said ‘distract me’ and I took that too literally. We can pretend nothing happened, if you like, and it’s okay, and I’m sorry for doing it, so incredibly sorry. We can just talk about you and everything that’s happened, from now on, and the kiss doesn’t have to mean anything, as I said,” he signed rapidly, keeping eye contact.

When he finished, Percy felt his head thud and he felt like he had swallowed bile.

His body had previously buzzed with excitement, of curiosity, wondering what Micky had to say, tight with hopeful anticipation, but now he felt paralysed.

His bones ached, his heart had sunk. His hands were at his sides, dead, unable to move.

Percy desperately tried nodding. He only managed a single, quick one. He forced his hands to go up, they were as heavy as lead. He was about to bite his tongue and sign, “alright,” but his hands moved differently, as if he had no control over them. “I don’t mind if that kiss means something.”

Micky blinked repeatedly, his eyes fiery. “What?”

Percy took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hands moved to sign, individual hand movements explaining, telling the story of how he felt, something his brain didn’t know, only his heart knew.

“Yesterday, I’m going to be honest, I stopped kissing you because I was scared that it would ruin everything. That our friendship would be ruined. Because I’m not good enough for you.” He felt his throat go dry, yet he continued. “You’re so kind, you’re good to everyone. And understanding, I don’t need to explain what’s wrong, ever, you always just get it somehow. And, you’re really cute, you’re incredibly attractive - I always look like a middle aged man who’s been through three divorces. I can’t even sleep at night anymore because I’m so nervous after what happened. I’m a wreck. I’m broken. And scared. And I won’t be able to be good for you. And most importantly of all, you deserve better than me anyway,” he and shoved his hands into his pockets, balled them into fists as he dared to open his eyes.

Staring back at him, was Micky, those same wistful ocean blue eyes, but they were open wide. His mouth was open, he looked shell shocked.

“No...” Micky signed quickly. “No, no. You’re wrong. That’s not it at all,”

Percy raised an eyebrow. Micky continued.

“I thought you were too attractive for me. And you’re great. You care so much about everyone. You’re so smart. And brave, after everything- after everything that’s happened. If I went through the same thing I would have broken down.”

Percy laughed aloud, though there was no humour to it. “I’ve already have.”

“No- that’s the thing,” Micky walked closer towards him. “You talked about it. You asked for help. And now I know what to do. I will help you, Percy. As you have helped me my whole life. With talking to people, with drawing when were younger. Everything. You make my life better. And I will help you get through this.

Percy felt his fists loosen, his hard facial expression soften and melt. He was about to open his mouth wide open, but before he knew it, all of a sudden, they were kissing again

A warm feeling flooded through Percy’s chest in an instant. His body hummed with electricity, with heat.

Before, when Micky had said the kiss didn’t have to mean anything - as he said those words he felt like he had been pushed into a cold darkness for eternity, but as they kissed and Percy wrapped his hand around his neck, he felt like he had stepped into the sun again, embraced by warmth and into the healing sunlight.

It was the second kiss, and he still felt the same way.

Like there was a missing jigsaw piece that had been slotted into a hole in his heart he didn’t realise was there, as if Micky was a part of him.

They stopped kissing at the same time to look at each other, as Percy’s head ached.

“I’ll be yours,” Micky signed slowly. “As long as you let me. And we’ll help each other.

“And I will,” Percy signed quickly. “I let you. And we’ll be with each other. We’ll make this work,”

They blindly grabbed each other’s hands, squeezing tightly, a look of understanding passing between them, as they let go again and leaned in for another kiss.

We complete each other.

-: ✧ :-

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anotherkindofmindpod · 4 years

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I just read both interviews, Part 1 and 2 of Jann Wenner's Rolling Stone Interview of 1971. It sounds as though John and the other Beatles DID have a realistic gripe about Paul taking over, directly projects, handing out musical assignments, etc., etc. and I'm sure he had the ego by this point to match! I would probably have become irritated by Paul as well. And no hints or even reading between the lines of John being emotionally hurt by Paul with regard to loss of intimate relationship.

Hello and thanks for writing in, Listener!First, I’d like to point out that we haven’t reached the Lennon Remembers portion of our Break-up Series, and will dig into it much more thoroughly in a future episode (stay tuned!).

Presumably this ask isn’t in response to anything we’ve actually discussed on the podcast, in which case I feel that I should explain that what we do on our show is reevaluate conventional wisdom and contextualize public statements within the realities of actual behaviors. In other words, not taking things like Lennon Remembers at face value is AKOM 101.

If what we were doing on this podcast was as easy as simply reading the most infamous interview John Lennon ever gave (the one upon which the conventional story of the Beatles break-up is founded), it wouldn’t be much of a podcast or a very groundbreaking analysis, would it?

Second, I’d like to mention that listeners/readers can hear the entire (3.5 hours!) interview on You Tube. Very evocative with audio! Wenner’s editing in the print versions often make John sound more coherent and less vitriolic towards everyone but Paul than the audio reveals (i.e. the shitty comments about Paul are always printed but the ones about George, Brian, etc often aren’t).

Next, we’d like to state the usual disclaimer (which everyone is probably already aware of but is a good reminder anyway!): John later disavowed this interview. In fact, he was so angry at Jann Wenner for publishing it as a book, it apparently created a permanent rift between the two. You may choose to view/value this interview as John being super honest, but please consider that in this allegedly “truthful” book/interview, John:

claims George is musically/creatively inferior to John

declares the McCartney album “rubbish”

reveals his belief that he and Paul’s confidence levels are intrinsically, inversely related to one another

says George was so aggressively rude to Yoko that John wished he would’ve punched him over it

proudly admits that he “maneuvered” the other Beatles to get Klein in as manager

bemoans the fact that everyone says Brian Epstein was so great “just because he’s dead” and that Brian cheated and robbed the Beatles

makes derisive comments about “fags” at least five times in the printed version alone and calls Lee Eastman “a wasp Jew, man, that’s the worst kind of person on earth.”

admits to lying in interviews and deflects accountability on the basis of being “just a guy” who mouths off about stuff

As for Paul, John is admittedly all over the place, swinging fairly wildly from nostalgic (reminiscing about having “a good mind like Paul’s” on his side and co-writing with their “fingers in each others’ pies”) to bitter (”Paul thought he was the Beatles,” etc).

As for the accusations that Paul was tyrannical, we’ve addressed these before (particularly in Break-Up Episode 2). Just as Geoff Emerick, Michael Lindsay Hogg and Doug Sulpy (and even John, when he was feeling more generous) have articulated, we too feel that Paul stepped up and led the band in a time of need and deserves unequivocal credit for that. We believe much of the subsequent complaining from the other Beatles is akin to the kind of griping one directs at a colleague who gets promoted (“who died and made you king!?”) and while some of it was likely based in genuine irritation at Paul’s communication style, much of it was probably petty. This is why we are looking at the situation from all angles, to get a better sense of what is reality v. spin. In any case, we don’t dispute that there were power struggles within the band.Any reader is free to choose John’s side in any/all of these battles. But our overall takeaway from this particular interview is that John was unloading a lot of pent-up rage; against teachers, fans, Aunt Mimi, his mum, critics, Paul and anyone else who didn’t properly recognize his genius and praise him for it.

“That’s what makes me what I am. It comes out, the people I meet have to say it themselves, because we get fuckin’ kicked. Nobody says it, so you scream it: look at me, a genius, for fuck’s sake! What do I have to do to prove to you son-of-a-bitches what I can do, and who I am? Don’t dare, don’t you dare fuckin’ dare criticize my work like that. You, who don’t know anything about it.”

Based solely on Lennon Remembers, one could reasonably believe John didn’t like anyone but Yoko and Allen Klein (of whom he also speaks with reverence). Fortunately, John gave a million other interviews in his lifetime, so even though this one is given a disproportionate amount of weight (probably b/c it is the most inflammatory and “raw”) we can compare John’s comments, behavior and art over a broad spectrum of time. We feel this gives us a better, more thorough and more authentic portrait of John’s POV. This is a good idea with ANY public figure, but especially important in John’s case, since, by his own admission he has a tendency to say what he feels in the moment and doesn’t necessarily stand by his own statements afterwards.

John in 1976: “I get a bit absolute in my statements. [laughs] Which sometimes get me into deep water, and sometimes into the shallow.”

To your other point, our overall impressions about John’s feelings regarding “loss of an intimate relationship” with Paul certainly do not hinge on Lennon Remembers, nor have we ever suggested they do. In fact, LR is commonly used as the primary proof-point by McCartney detractors and Lennon/McCartney deniers (those who willfully and sometimes passionately ignore and/or deny the deep love between John and Paul, as described by John and Paul themselves and everyone in their lives) that Paul was a tyrant who destroyed the Beatles with his massive ego.

We have never disputed the existence of Paul’s ego. But consider this: John refers to himself as an egomaniac REPEATEDLY throughout this interview. Why is there a loud faction of people who consider John being an avowed egomaniac perfectly reasonable (sexy even!), but find it unforgivable that Paul is the same way? Consider these excerpts from Lennon Remembers:

Do you think you will record together again?

I record with Yoko, but I’m not going to record with another egomaniac. There is only room for one on an album nowadays.

How would you assess George’s talents?

[…] Maybe it was hard for him sometimes, because Paul and I are such egomaniacs, but that’s the game.

Who do you think is good today? In any arts…

The unfortunate thing about egomaniacs is that they don’t take much attention of other people’s work. I only assess people on whether they are a danger to me or my work or not.

[Tangential]

But the Beatles were artists, and all artists have fucking’ big egos, whether they like to admit it or not […]

Yes, John rants repeatedly about Paul’s ego during this interview- while he simultaneously declares his own genius and artistic superiority over others. We find it mind-boggling how this irony continues to evade some people, but there it is.

George Harrison has repeatedly complained about BOTH John & Paul’s egos (and their shared ego IRT “Lennon/McCartney”), but again, this is often ignored in favor of singling out Paul as the villain.

Furthermore, it’s helpful to bear in mind when consuming Lennon Remembers that John and Yoko had received training in media-messaging by this point and were very savvy at Public Relations. We know from people close to them that they drafted their stories in advance before offering them to the public. This fact, combined with Lennon’s tendency to “mouth off” means we have the right and responsibility to question and examine John’s claims rather than simply parrot them mindlessly.

If you are genuinely interested in our take, we recommend our Break-Up Series. We think you will find it well-researched and thoughtful, even if you disagree with some of our conclusions.

Or if you simply dislike McCartney and find him “irritating,” that’s fine too. Not everyone has to like everyone!

For additional discussion/analysis of Lennon Remembers, I recommend any of several threads on Erin Torkelson Weber’s site, the Historian and the Beatles.

the flawed lens of Lennon v. McCartney

Jann Wenner’s bio

how Rolling Stone shaped the breakup

discussing a podcast appearance

Thank you so much for this ask! It is always a pleasure to share information. Have a wonderful day.-The AKOM crew

#Lennon Remembers #John and Paul #jann wenner #anotherkindofmind podcast #Beatles #HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

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Storm Hawks Fanfiction: Plan “B”

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Chapter 7

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The next few hours were quick. The terra was cleaned up, and the art exhibition was cancelled. No winners, no anything. The damage caused by the attack was surprisingly small. Houses were destroyed, and the ground we walked on had dips and small shallow craters. No one was badly hurt which was the good part.

It took a while, but when we accounted for everyone, including the COGA members, The Storm Hawks had taken off on their skimmers to search the terra for any other invaders. Leaving me, Stork, and Junko to deal with the wreckage. Usually that would be no problem, but I don't think any of them want to talk to me after my "This was my war long before any of yours" comment. But like with any negative situation, I try and correct it. After all, it'll make things easier if I at least try.

"Junko! There you are erm- doing... What are you doing?"

I caught him at the center of the town, pulling out the broken canvases and left over art utensils.

"Well the building structures are useless now. But a lot of the art work and other stuff is only partially damaged... So you know..."

My heart sank a little bit. He wouldn't even look me in the eyes. Was what I said that bad?

"Hey uhm. I just wanted to try and apologize for my behavior earlier. I shouldn't have said what I said..."

Junko turned to me, his head tilted. Then all at once it was like a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Oh that! No, yeah, it's fine. We've all heard worse. No need to apologise."

I was almost dumb founded by his reaction. He seemed so mature about it. Then it dawned on me.

"So... How long have you been a storm hawk?"

"Oh uh, since I was 15... I'm 16, going on 17 now..."

"Oh... That makes sense."

Despite how well put together the team was, I seem to have forgotten that they were in the same predicament I used to be in. They were all dealing with the carnage of a war they never started. My only other reaction was to give a quick nod goodbye and head to my next target. Why I did that I don't know.

Upon seeing the condition of the Condor, I cringed. There were scratches on the outer material, burn marks on the paint job, and some cracks in the glass. Glued to the hip of the Condor was Stork, working away at some patch work. Taking a deep breath I stood beside him, and hesitated to tap his shoulder. I jumped a bit when he grunted and glared at me.

"Heeey, do you need any help with repairs? I uh, I know how to paint and I can even get out most of those burn marks!"

All he did was turn away from me, and scoff. I gave an audible groan, wanting to get this done and over as quick as possible.

"Ok! Fine! I'm sorry for being a brat earlier, and I'm sorry for getting in everyone's way! But you can't just keep on ignoring me like this-"

I was silenced by a paintbrush being swung out in front of my face.

I felt embarrassed as the heat stroked my cheeks. He still didn't look at me, as I took the paintbrush and started working beside him. Something tells me he didn't really care about what I said. Or what I did...

After a few hours of hard labor, and helping Junko find the owners to the left over artworks, consoling some children who were lost on their way to the bathroom, the rest of the Storm Hawks squadron came back to the terra. All of their faces covered in mud and dirt. I held back a Chuckle since none of them were very pleased with their new look.

Soon enough the whole Terra surrounded us, hoping to hear about what had happened to them. Aerrow had looked away from the bombardment of "Are we safe?" And "Who was that?!". He Seemed, uneasy.

"It was... Cyclonians..."

Aerrow seemed defeated for a split second, and he faced the crowd again when the murmuring and disbelief subsided.

"It's not Master Cyclonian herself. But one of her lackeys had taken her thrown… Recently."

I locked eyes with Piper and muttered Ravess’ name in hopes the current spectators didn’t notice. She nodded at me, acknowledging my hypothesis to be true, and Aerrow continued.

"I know today was supposed to be important to everyone here. It was supposed to be a step towards our recovery as Atmosians... But today..."

It was like he froze on everyone. We all just stared at each other. My brain kicked in and I stood beside him, a sorrowful look across my face replaced with a sincere smile, and he gave me a grateful one in return.

"Today is the day we prove to everyone who dares question us. And that we now keep what was once taken by the Cyclonians."

It was a short statement, but not false. The crowd cheered and I looked back at Aerrow. A small smirk and a nod my way as another thanks.

Eventually, this part of the Terra was cleared out. Thankfully some neighboring Sky Knights arranged for people to stay at their own Terras while the properly qualified went to work to restore buildings. I had other plans. One of which was to try my shot again at convincing Aerrow to let me bum a ride to my home terra.

Walking on the drop down ramp to the condor, I more or less physically bumped into Piper. Arising a small squeak from her.

"Oh! Sorry!"

I shook my head at her, and playfully rolled my eyes.

"It's fine. It's not like you snapped my arm in half. What's up?"

She rolled her eyes back at me.

"oh you know. Navigating maps, saving a whole Terra, just normal Sky Squad stuff. And what are you up too?"

I shrugged at her, not wanting to disclose to her that I was looking for Aerrow.

"Well if you're not doing anything, could you help me with something?"

"Yeah, what do you need?"

I followed her off and away from the ship as she explained her plans for the terra.

"Well, the unexpected Bombing left us vulnerable, and out in the open. So we’re setting up a temporary Shock Wave Crystal tower. I'm not sure of how aware you are about the war against Master Cyclonis, but-"

She gave a heavy grunt as she moved a box of unmarked Crystals from a table to the floor, then taking out an old map.

"Terra Atmosia had a Sky knight named Carver who betrayed them, and joined an alliance with Master Cyclonis herself."

I grunted and scrunched my face up at the name, Carver. It rang a bell, but I decided not to press on about him. And Judging by her attitude, I'm guessing no one's a real fan. Least, not anymore.

“That also means the Terra is still without a Sky Knight. What's left of his squad still helps out, but it's hard to have a Squad without a leader."

"Why is that?"

She gave me a slight judgmental face. Shaking it off and smiling at me, deciding to humor me anyway.

"Without a Sky Knight or some kind of leader, the Squadron loses their title and rights to their Squad name. The Sky Knight is responsible for not just leading the team. They keep it together, and take responsibility for the whole squad. Those rules can be bent and flexed but the concept stays the same."

I gave a quiet "Ah" in response. It made sense. Something still bugged me though.

"If that's true, Then why don't they just recruit a new Sky Knight?"

I got the idea of what she needed help with, which was moving crates and sorting maps. My mother showed me how to organize maps, so I could do that much.

"It's not a hard thing, but because of Carver's stunt, people are scared to be the new Sky knight. It's an old wound. Some Atmosians have gone as far as to threaten the Ex-Squad members. Some people think that the whole team was involved, and carver freezing his crew mates was just for show."

"Ew."

Piper let out a huffy laugh, shaking her head.

"Storks right. You really are different from other Sky Knights. Speaking of which. Can I ask you something?"

I nodded my head, finishing up on the last map. It looked like they were creating blueprints for new energy launchers, and a radio scrambler.

"What Terra are you the Sky Knight of? Stork said you mentioned something about being a sky knight yourself."

I gave a deep sigh, making sure to look her in the face. The obvious tone mocking Stork, all whilst hinting at her curiosity.

"It wasn't my choice..."

"Is it ever really a choice?"

I gave another sigh, (Just now realizing that I’ve developed a nasty habit of doing that).

"I was designated to become a Sky Knight when I was 10. I live on Terra Argonia. I was actually hoping that you guys could swing round that way and drop me off..."

"Terra Argonia! But that Terra was swept out clean by the Original Cyclonis! That was YEARS ago."

I chuckled at her.

"Terra Argonia is home to the Nova Crystal. Why do you think they call me Nova?"

Piper was looking at me in amazement, blinking rapidly. I could tell right off the bat she was going to mention Dusty.

"That means you're the daughter of the infamous Dusty of the Raving Vultures!"

Yup. There it is.

"Ta da? I think. I don't know why you're so impressed. He's infamous for a reason."

"I know, I know! But do you know why?"

I felt an old wound open up in my chest. My face must have given away my anger because Piper was quick to apologize.

"O-oh. Right. You'd know. Can I ask what happened?"

Before I could speak a hand was placed on my shoulder. Arrow had joined us in our little circle. His face was serious.

"You're gonna have to hold that thought. We're receiving a stress signal from Terra Rex. We might also have a lead on where Ravess is hiding currently".

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Family Fun Day

The latest chapter of the Spider Stan AU is here!

Stanford came down to breakfast well-rested and refreshed Saturday morning. Fiddleford was supposed to get back tomorrow night and while Ford was still hurt that his best friend would lie to him, he was eager to finally start making some headway on the portal project. Stan, on the other hand, came into the kitchen looking as disheveled as his brother had ever seen him. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he was still wearing the same clothes he’d had on last night, now wrinkled as an old man. Ford figured this was approximately what he himself had looked like during finals week in college.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” The researcher asked his brother.

Stan gave a negative grunt and made a bee-line for the coffee maker.

“What kept you up?” Ford asked curiously.

His brother shrugged. “Readin’.”

“That’s… not like you.”

“Uh… couldn’t sleep. Started reading through some of your nerd stuff, hoping it’d bore me to sleep. Didn’t work.” Stan crossed his arms and glared at an innocuous spot on the ceiling.

“Oh. Well, if you need help sleeping in the future, I’ve developed some meditation techniques that have helped me.”

Stan took several long slurps of coffee and a few mouthfuls of cold cereal before responding. “Nah. I’m just too stressed.”

“Yes, meditation is meant to help with that.”

“We both been workin’ too hard! We needa take a day off and have some fun!” Stan continued right over his brother’s comment on meditation. “McWhozit’s been havin’ fun in California this whole time, playin’ with his kid, makin’ love to his wife. We deserve a break too!”

“I thought we had fun the other day while we were weight-testing the web shooters.”

“Well, sure, but that was mixin’ work an’ pleasure. I mean actually taking a break . No tests, no studies, no scientific observation. When’s the last time you did that?”

“Well, there was the night I spent at the Corduroy's cabin… although, it turned out to be haunted. I learned a great deal about ghosts, though.”

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, that. That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talkin’ about. Even when you’re supposed to be takin’ it easy, you end up doing research and/or almost dying. But not today! I officially declare this Family Fun Day! I’m gonna make sure you take a break. What do you do for fun in this hick town?”

Ford rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well… there’s an arcade downtown. I hear they just got a new, cutting-edge game!”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Ugh, nerd stuff.”

“Oh, come on, there’s plenty of games where you punch things! You’ll love it!”

“Alright, fine. If that’s what you really wanna do, I’ll give it a shot.”

* * *

The arcade was small, dark, and noisy. Stan was honestly surprised his brother liked it here. He remembered his brother liking quiet, brightly lit places, like the window seat at the library, or an empty beach. The arcade was… overstimulating.

First, Ford dragged him over to what was apparently the newest and most popular game in the whole place. The art on the side of the cabinet showed a gorilla carrying off a damsel in distress, chased by a guy with a red hat and big mustache. It reminded Stan of one of his favorite Harry Claymore movies. Unfortunately, it seemed like every kid and nerd in town wanted to play this game.

“They really should devise a system where they can call up your number when it’s your turn to play.” Ford grumbled as he looked at the long line crowded around the console. “Well, I’m fairly sure that’s just a single-player anyway. Let’s find something cooperative.”

“Um, ok.” Stan followed his brother to another cabinet with no line. It was painted black, with the words BIRD FIGHT written in fancy script at the top, and a knight riding a beautiful white bird flying across the side. Stan watched the pixels move across the screen. “So in this game, you play as a sword-wielding knight… riding a swan?”

Ford scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know it’s silly, but it’s a really fun cooperative game.”

“Are you kidding?” Stan laughed. “That’s the most intimidating thing I’ve ever seen! I tried to break into a mansion with swans on the grounds once. They gave me way more trouble than any guard dog ever did. I almost lost an eye!”

Stan struggled to learn the controls, despite Ford’s efforts to explain them to him. It had a control stick, but it only went left or right. To fly, you had to repeatedly tap the button to flap the swan’s wings. Stop flapping, and you would slowly descend.

“This is dumb.” Stan complained as he died a second time. “Why can’t I go up and down usin’ the stick thing? And how’d my guy get all the way on the other side of the screen all of a sudden!?”

“It’s a wrap around.” Ford replied, as though that meant something.

They made it through the first wave of enemies, mostly thanks to Ford, but it wasn’t long until Stan lost all four of his lives and he was stuck just watching his brother play, because he refused to waste more quarters on this thing. “This is too complicated.” He huffed.

“Well, let’s play something a little simpler.” Ford suggested. They wandered to the back of the arcade, Ford looking over all the different options, trying to decide which one Stan would enjoy. A light gray-and-black cabinet in a dark corner caught his eye. “Hmm, I haven’t seen this one before… Corner of Contradiction? Looks like a beat-em-up, I’m sure you’d enjoy that.”

The controls were certainly more straightforward than Bird Fight. There was a control stick to move your character around the screen, one button labeled “PUNCH”, the other labeled “JUMP”. Enemies always came in from the right side of the screen, so Stan didn’t have to split his attention as much either. He definitely took to this one much more quickly than the last game, but he was still clearly lagging behind Ford in skill. They made it through a whole level before Stan finally ran out of lives again, and Ford knelt down to add some more quarters to allow him to continue playing.

“Oh, what’s this?” The researcher paused when something caught his eye. When he stood back up, he was holding a small scrap of paper with some sort of symbols scribbled onto it. “Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A…” He read out loud. “I suppose B could be the jump button…” Ford input the code, and suddenly both of their life counters read 30. “Fantastic!”

Stan groaned. “We’re gonna spend all day playin’ this game!”

“Aren’t you having fun?” Ford shot him a concerned glance.

“Well sure, but I don’t wanna stay here playin’ this one game through 30 lives, even if I am losing three of them a minute!”

Ford smirked. “You’re just jealous that I’m actually better than you at fighting for once.”

“Please.” Stan scoffed. “Pushin’ a button isn’t fighting. If any of these games were anything like real fighting, I’d cream you.”

Ford’s face lit up. “I think I know just the game!” Once again, he led Stan through the arcade, this time coming to a stop at a very old game cabinet decorated like the American Flag. Instead of buttons or a control stick, it had two red boxing gloves attached to levers. PIXELWEIGHT CHAMP by SHMEGA the sign at the top read.

Stan grinned and cracked his knuckles. “Now this is more like it!”

The gloves were a little small, obviously meant for children, but Stan managed to squeeze his hands in. It wasn’t exactly like real boxing, but he still preferred it to the clunky control sticks and buttons of the other games. This game could tell if he was punching up, down, or even swinging a hook! Ford, for his part, seemed happy to just stand and watch his brother play for a while.

Stan made it through several bouts before finally reaching the final boss. It was the first opponent the game had thrown at him that really gave him any trouble. It kept on dodging every blow he aimed at the computerized contender. Finally, in a fit of frustration, he fell back on his signature move.

“Left Hook!” he shouted.

The left-hand controller ripped out of the cabinet with a metallic shriek and a sputter of sparks.

The twins gaped at the broken and now lightly smoking game before them.

“Time to go.” Stan said quickly, dropping the broken controller on the floor.

“Agreed.”

* * *

“Welp, that was a disaster.” Stan grunted as they sped away in his car. “Hopefully nobody calls the cops.”

“Perhaps, but at least I finally found a game you had fun with.” Ford smiled as he jotted down the cheat code he’d learned earlier in his Journal.

“Yeah, but now we got nothin’ to do for the rest of the day. Yeesh, this car is like an oven.” Stan griped, rolling down the windows. “There a pool in this town?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t recommend we go there.” Ford made a disgusted face. “It’s not exactly sanitary and I have reason to believe one of the life guards is a berserker.”

Stan grimaced. “Yeah, public pools are basically like underwater public busses. But it’s just so stinkin’ hot!”

Ford flipped absentmindedly through his Journal, suddenly stopping when a particular page caught his eye. “We should go to the beach!”

“I ain’t drivin three hours back to Portland just for the beach.”

“No, the beach at Lake Gravity Falls. It’s not exactly like the beach we grew up with but… it does remind me of home.”

“Alright, beach it is! Let’s swing back to your place and grab some swim stuff.”

* * *

The lakeside beach was very different from Glass Shard Beach. For one, it smelled a lot better. The shade of the surrounding cliffs and trees were much welcomed relief from the burning sun. Still, the gentle lapping waves of the lake were nothing compared to the majesty of the ocean. Ford didn’t have an extra pair of swim trunks, so Stan had to acquire some from the nearby bait and tackle shop while his brother wasn’t looking.

“Strange.” Ford mused as he observed the deserted lakeshore. “Given the extreme temperatures and the impending start of the school year, I expected this place to be packed.”

“It was, this mornin’.” The grizzled old lady who ran the bait and tackle shop wheezed ominously. “But somethin’ washed ashore that spooked ‘em all away!”

“What was it?” The researcher asked excitedly.

“Oh no you don’t!” Stan grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. “Family Fun Day, remember?”

“A giant tooth!” The woman cackled.

“Stanley, come on!” Ford pleaded.

“You need a break, genius!”

“Wasn’t this morning at the arcade enough?”

“Nope. Not for how long you’ve been without one. Now put on some sunblock. This tooth thingy will still be there tomorrow.”

“I bet you twenty dollars it won’t.”

“You should really know better than to bet against me by now.”

* * *

Stan found them a spot on the beach with plenty of shade from a large tree, with plenty of branches hanging over the water, and a couple of large fallen logs that made a good place to sit and leave their stuff without getting sand in everything.

“Y’know, it’s a good thing nobody else is here. Cuz look what I brought!” Stan pulled out one of the web shooters. “The world’s greatest rope swing!”

When Ford didn’t answer, he looked up to see his brother standing on the taller of the two logs, a pair of binoculars in hand, staring at a spot about a mile up the beach where Stan could see the giant tooth the old lady had mentioned. It was easily the size of his car. Ford stuffed the binoculars in his pocket, started a quick sketch in his Journal, and picked them up again for another look. Stan rolled his eyes with a sigh, put on the web shooter, and thwiped a line onto the binoculars, yanking them away with a flick of his wrist.

“Hey!” Ford whined.

“Hey yourself. We’re here to have fun, remember?”

“This is fun to me!” the researcher steamed.

“I know, nerd, but if you keep on working every day without takin’ a break every once in a while, even if it is fun for you, you’re gonna run yourself ragged!”

Ford grumbled, but he couldn’t help but see the sense in his brother’s words. He really hadn’t stopped studying and exploring and theorizing in the past six and a half years, not even for a day. And yet before Bill had proposed the idea of discovering the dimension of weirdness, he’d felt stuck in a rut. He still did, in some respects. Could it be due to burnout?

Still, he wasn’t about to tell Stan he was right. He put his Journal down with a beleaguered sigh. “It’s probably just something to do with the height-altering crystals.” He then looked up with a grin. “So, are you proposing a jumping contest?”

“You know it!” Stan shot a line up to the highest sturdy branch he could find hanging over the lake. “So, has this gauntlet got like, I dunno, a quick release button or something?”

“Actually, it should be waterproof.”

“Should be?”

“Well, I never got around to testing it.”

“Why does that not surprise me? Alright, I’ll take first swing.”

“Why do you get the first swing?” Ford protested.

“Because I’m the one who’s used these things the most, and I’m the most likely to survive if something goes wrong.”

The researcher rolled his eyes, but let his brother proceed with the first swing. Stan ran down the beach, lept off one of the logs, and let the line swing him over the water, where he released the line and sailed forward into the lake with a resounding splash.

“How was that?” Stan asked as soon as he poked his head back out of the water.

“Amateurish!” Ford grinned smugly. “You weren’t even close to the maximum distance of your swing, and your release arc was shallow.”

“Alright, Dr. Physics, let’s see you do better!” Stan splashed him and then threw the web shooter to the shore.

Ford ran along the largest log, leaping off the end towards the water before firing the web shooter up at a high branch. The line held fast, and whipped him out over the water. Just at the farthest point of the pendulum swing, Ford swung his legs out for a little more momentum, then released the line, throwing himself in a long arc before finally crashing down into the lake. He’d almost doubled Stan’s distance.

“Hah!” Ford laughed triumphantly as he swam back to shore.

“Pch, I can do that.” Stan scoffed.

“Well then, why didn’t you?”

“Cuz I didn’t know how until you just showed me, genius.”

Stan’s second attempt followed Ford’s example. He ran along the log and jumped into the air, but he could jump much higher than his brother, and his enhanced senses allowed him to pinpoint exactly where the best place to anchor for his line would be in that split-second of air-time. As the line stretched over the water, Stan shifted his weight and his grip, basically throwing himself off the end of the swing. He practically flew over the water before splashing down, easily doubling his brother’s distance.

“The student has become the master.” Stan grinned when he saw Ford’s shocked expression. They continued to use the web shooters as a rope swing for another couple of hours, each of them improving their techniques to go higher and farther each time, although Ford could never beat Stan’s distance again. Eventually, the researcher gave up on improving his own distance, and set about figuring out how to help Stan break his own record.

“It’s all about momentum.” Ford explained. “You’ve already perfected throwing yourself off the line at the farthest point of the pendulum’s swing, in order to produce the farthest arc you can. In order for you to reach even further into the lake, you’ll need more momentum, and at this point, the best way to add more momentum is to chain together more swings.”

“So, like we were doin’ in the forest a few days ago?”

“Exactly.”

Stan felt his stomach churn at the memory of how the branch had snapped, how he’d unexpectedly started falling. He wasn’t exactly afraid of heights anymore… he was just afraid of being up high and something going wrong. Still, he’d really gotten the hang of swinging today, and chances were even if something did go wrong, he’d just splash down into the lake. That would be fine.

“Ok, I’ll give it a shot.”

Stan climbed up one of the big pine trees a few yards back from the beach, found a sturdy branch to stand on, picked out his first anchor, and leapt into the air. Time seemed to slow down as he reached the end of his first swing. He picked out another anchor over the lake, released his first line, and swung out above the water. He could feel his own weight pulling him forward even as he came to the end of his rope, the momentum Ford had been going on about. Stan just shifted to let the weight carry him on further, and let go of the line. The air rushed past him as he continued up another foot before gravity finally started to overcome his forward motion. When he finally splashed into the water, he was so far from the shore, his brother looked like a little doll.

“Hah, I’m gonna be half-way into the lake if I go any further!” Stan laughed when he finally made it back to shore.

“You probably could, if you got swinging fast enough. Or if we added more weight.”

“More weight, huh?” Stan mused.

“I suppose we could stick water bottles to you, like we did with the car, although I fear that may increase the risk of a bad belly-flop….” Ford trailed off as he saw his brother grinning mischievously at him. “What?”

“I know a way we can double our weight.”

“‘We’? Oh no, no, no, no. No!”

* * *

“The greatest mystery is how I let you talk me into these things.” Ford grumbled, clinging to his brother’s back like a baby monkey.

“Quit your whining, I’m the one who’s afraid of heights.”

“...I honestly thought you were over that. What with the climbing buildings and all.”

“Eh, it’s complicated. I’m still not great with heights, but if I have something sturdy to hold onto or a reliable way to catch myself, it doesn’t bother me as much.”

They reached the large branch that Stan had used for a jumping-off platform before. Stan lined up his first anchor while Ford tried his best not to throw his brother off-balance. “You ready?” The Spider Man asked.

Ford took a deep breath before nodding. “Ready.”

At first, it wasn’t too different from the rope swing, except now he was holding onto his brother’s shoulders for dear life. Then they reached the end of the first pendulum swing and Ford felt his stomach leap up as they briefly achieved weightlessness. Then the forward yank of the next line set his heart racing as they shot up, over the water. There was one final moment of weightlessness, and Ford let out a holler of delight before finally dunking into the water.

It was better than any roller-coaster.

They came up out of the water gasping and laughing, splashing and shouting with triumph. It wasn’t exactly half-way into the lake, but they’d certainly gone farther than ever before. Unfortunately, that also meant it was a much farther swim back to shore. By the time they got back, the sun was starting to set.

“Welp, better lay down and dry off in the sun while we still can.” Stan mused, pulling off the web shooter and trying to find a spot on the log that wasn’t covered in shade.

“Actually, I think I know a faster way to dry off.” Ford picked up the gauntlet and gave his brother a significant look.

“Really, you wanna go again?”

“Just the swinging bit. The air rushing past us will dry us off in no time.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Alright, if you’re sure.”

The second time wasn’t nearly as scary to Ford, although he got the feeling Stan was still a little apprehensive about swinging with a passenger. Still, they swung through the trees together with little problem. It was thrilling. And while it certainly dried them off, the rushing air coupled with the dropping air temperature presented a new problem.

“Cccold!” Stan stuttered as they came to a stop back at the beach where they had left their things. He quickly changed back into his jeans and a jacket.

“We’ll have to remember to do this to dry off while the sun is still high, in the future.”

“Oh, so you’re sayin’ you’d do Family Fun Day again?”

Ford rolled his eyes, but smiled. “I’m sure you’ll force me to take breaks more often than once every six years.”

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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More Time - Chpt.8

Summary: Faced with an entire day to himself while Bucky is off at work, Steve finds himself struggling to fill his time. After a long afternoon at home he talks himself into going back the bar to see a certain redheaded bartender. Master list is HERE.

Warnings/ Content: Brief mention of Steve having poor body image.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! I am so in love with the 70 degree weather right now that I can’t even think of anything clever to say about this chapter. Please know that as soon as this is posted I will be retreating back outdoors to my super awesome lawn chair to bask in the warm sun until I absolutely positively have to go in to feed my kids. Hope it’s nice where you are too and that you got to enjoy some sun today. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Eight

Steve felt oddly out of place the following Monday when Bucky was off to work and he wasn’t due back to the VA until the next day. He had his appointment with Bruce and Helen in the morning but that went quickly and he was still as healthy as he would ever be. He wandered around a few museums Bucky had gifted him with memberships to but that only filled a few hours of his morning. Steve was avoiding texting Bucky, not wanting to feel like a desperate little housewife, but he was running out of things to occupy himself with. He settled for watching a movie with General while he ate lunch. He heated up some leftover chicken and ended up sharing it with the cat who sat politely next to Steve waiting patiently for any scraps he was willing to share. After the movie, Steve holed himself up in his studio letting his art carry him away for the rest of the afternoon; he figured he could at least be productive that way.

It was past dinner time when Steve’s phone lit up with a ping of an incoming message.

Jerkface [6:42:17PM]: hey bb how r u?

Stevie G [6:42:26PM: I’m good. How did things go today?

Jerkface [6:43:48PM]: long tiring ready 2 b home

Stevie G [6:44:03PM]: What time are you guys getting in?

Jerkface [6:44:36PM]: leaving @ 1930 3hr flight

Stevie G [6:44:57PM]: Okay, I’ll probably still be up when you get back. Miss you.

Jerkface [6:45:04PM]: miss u 2 give general a pet 4 me

Steve sighed, he didn’t expect a day on his own to feel so long. He wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of sharing another lonely meal with the cat but his stomach rumbled and he knew he needed to figure out dinner sooner rather than later. Steve wondered what the odds were that Emma, the bartender from Friday, would be working again if he stopped in for dinner. He did want to apologize for his behavior despite Bucky insisting he hadn’t been as terrible as he feared. Steve slowly talked himself into going as he packed away his paints. The food there was decent and he had liked the cozy feel of the place, it would be nice to get out for a bit since Bucky wouldn’t be home until late.

General Meow looked up from his spot on the bed and watched with bored disinterest as Steve searched through the closet. He wasn’t dressing up, he told himself, he just couldn't go out in paint splattered clothes. He had been meaning to try out some of the soft, heavy dress pants he’d bought for the winter anyway. And if he was wearing dress pants, well then he couldn’t just put on a tee shirt. Steve adjusted the collar of his blue checkered shirt, tugged at the hem of the navy blue sweater he’d put on over top of it, standing back to assess himself in the full length mirror. He looked kind of nice, he mused. He tried to focus on the things he did like about himself as his therapist had taught him to do but it was difficult when all he saw was what was wrong. He tried reframing his negative thoughts and found that equally exhausting.

Logically he knew his thick glasses made his eyes stand out, and he had always liked his eyes. Just like he knew the layer of softness across his middle meant he was healthy and no longer underweight. But staring at himself in the mirror, he wished he’d given the contact lenses another try and was thankful that the heavy sweater covered him well enough that he could pretend he still had a toned body underneath it.

Steve shook his head at himself, when did he get so vain? He turned to the cat who had gone back to napping, “I’ll be back in a little bit, General.” He told him. The cat opened an eye to acknowledge he had been spoken to but went right back to napping. Steve bundled on his winter coat and gloves, grabbing Bucky’s scarf too at the last minute because it was cold outside and not because it smelled like Bucky and Steve missed him.

It was a short but bitter cold walk down the block to Matty’s Bar and Steve’s lungs were protesting fiercely by the time he got inside. He fumbled with his inhaler and his gloves, finally getting two good puffs in to loosen up the tightness in his chest the icy winter air had caused. Sighing a heavy breath of relief Steve started unzipping his coat and finally looked down the bar to see if Emma was working. He jumped, almost knocking over the stool next to him, when he realized Emma was standing directly across from him; watching with an amused expression.

“Hey Steve.” Emma said, giving him that same sympathetic smile she’d given on Friday when he’d let the bourbon go to his head. Emma had watched him race inside from the cold and struggle to get his breathing under control. She wanted to ask him if he was okay but he’d finally gotten his inhaler out and she waited while he got himself back under control.

“Hey.” Steve replied trying to pretend he hadn’t just jumped like an idiot, “Emma, right?”

“Yeah. It’s good to see you again. You want a Makers Mark?”

“No!” Steve said a little too loudly. Real smooth, Rogers, he chided himself. “No, just a coke please. Friday was… a special night out.”

Emma giggled lightly at his outburst and nodded in understanding while she poured him a coke from the soda gun. “Bucky said you guys were celebrating. So what brings you back again so soon?” There were no other patrons at the bar and Emma took advantage of the lull to lean on the glossy wood top and enjoy herself watching Steve flounder for words. It was endearing the way even the tips of his ears burned bright when he blushed.

“Well, I wanted to apologize for… um… for getting a little drunk on Friday. Your job is tough enough as it is, let alone adding a drunk guy to the mix. I appreciate how kind you were even when I couldn't hold my liquor.”

Emma wanted to hug him, he was so earnest but so misguided. Steve had been a delight compared to other guys who couldn't hold their alcohol, and even most who could. “You did not come all the way down here in the cold just to apologize to me.”

Steve nodded, his head bowed in embarrassment.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Emma whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer to Steve on his good side after noticing the tiny hearing aid in his other ear.

Steve nodded again, eyebrows quirked up in interest.

Emma was so close to Steve he could smell the soft lavender of her perfume when she whispered. “Seeing Captain America tipsy and giggling was the best part of my entire night.”

Steve leaned back, a little heartbroken at her words despite their good intent.

Emma frowned, picking up on his reaction to something she said. Maybe she had overstepped? She knew she came across as too flirty at times and, while it was great for tips as a bartender, sometimes it had some unintended consequences. Steve was so handsome though, moreso now than in any picture she’d seen of him in books and documentaries. Emma prayed she hadn’t offended him somehow. She pathetically hoped that he would keep coming in so she could pine quietly from afar over him, and Bucky too if she was being honest with herself.

Steve tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone when he explained, “Well, sorry to disappoint, but it’s just Steve Rogers now. Not an ounce of super anything left in me.”

Emma cringed, realizing her misstep. “Oh, no. I just meant… because you always seem so…” she waved her hands trying in vain to explain herself, “So… stern? Maybe that’s not it, but every picture I’ve ever seen of you seemed so stiff and dutiful. I always wondered if you ever got the chance to just be a normal guy.”

Steve was stunned at her explanation. “No, things were pretty much go-go-go after I got the serum.”

“I’m really sorry. That sounds pretty shitty.” Emma reached out and surprised both of them when she covered his hand with hers, clasping it tightly for a moment.

“I was just trying to do my part.” Steve told her with a shrug.

“So I’ve read. But you’re still a person at the end of the day.”

“You ever been told you have a very unique perspective on things?”

Emma laughed, “Yeah, a couple of times. I’m glad you’re taking it easy now though. You deserve it. And you Bucky seem really happy together. Is he your…?”

Steve nodded quickly, delighted he could share this so openly in public. “He’s my partner, yeah.”

“Good for you guys. Gives us painfully single people hope.”

Steve wanted to ask how someone so lovely could be single but he kept his inner Casanova to himself; that was Bucky’s forte, not his. Instead, he gave her a half smile and navigated the conversation to dinner, letting her talk him into a breakfast burger which sounded ridiculous but she insisted was worth trying.

Steve was thankful it was a Monday night and the icy weather had kept everyone else at home. He loved every minute Emma spent leaning on the bar chatting with him while he ate his meal. She even caved in after a bit and took the fries he kept pushing towards her. It was surprisingly easy to talk to her and Steve found himself opening up more than he meant to at times. She wasn’t hung up on his former mantel of Captain America, her questions all centered around Steve himself and her interest seemed genuine. Steve ended up hanging out for a while after his meal was done just to spend time talking and she didn’t seem to mind at all. He was stunned when his phone pinged with a new message from Bucky letting him know he’d be home in twenty.

“I’m so sorry, I took up your whole night! I gotta get back, Bucky is on his way home from work.” Steve told her while he pulled out his wallet to pay.

Emma tried to hold back her disappointment that Steve was leaving. She had enjoyed his company so much on what would have otherwise been a boring Monday night. Emma hated the way reality came crashing back in. Steve, though charming and sweet and so quietly handsome, was not hers. He had a man he loved to get back home to and she would be heading home to her quiet apartment to read a book and water the little family of succulents who lived in her living room windowsill. Emma realized she had been quiet too long and startled herself back to the present. “It’s okay, Steve. You were good company tonight. I’ll get your check.”

Steve smiled at her fondly and she stamped down the ache in her heart. Emma bid him goodnight, asking him to tell Bucky hello for her and to come back anytime he needed company. She watched him hurry out the door into the cold and sighed heavily, resigning herself to her quiet solitary existence.

Bucky was surprised to find Steve in the kitchen when he arrived home a little before ten. His hands were frigid when he hugged him and the tips of his nose and ears were tinged pink and also icy cold. “Did you just get home?” Bucky asked in disbelief.

Steve looked almost guilty, “I went out for a burger, it was too quiet around here and General isn’t a great conversationalist.”

“Where did you go?”

“Just down to Matty’s Bar. Emma was working again tonight. She says hello by the way.”

Bucky stared at Steve for a long minute. There he was, dressed all nice and having spent what must have been a few hours with the gorgeous girl they had both been mooning over a little. “You’re lucky I’m so secure with myself and our relationship. Otherwise I’d be wondering why you’re dressed like you’re meetin’ my mother and spending a night in the company of a beautiful woman.”

Steve was too easily rattled and fell for the ribbing. “Buck, you know I love you. I learned my lesson; God did I ever. You’re it for me. You have to know that.”

Bucky hugged Steve tightly, pressing firm kisses on the top of his fluffy golden hair. “I was just teasin’ ya. Besides, it’s not like we never brought a girl back for some fun before. Emma’s a real looker.”

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? And she’s so sweet. She spent the whole night keeping me company, asking questions about me and not about my time with the shield.”

“Feeling a little smitten there, huh?”

“Just a little. She’s too good for us though, Buck.”

“No one’s too good for you. But maybe I’ll go try a burger from Matty’s on my night off.” Bucky said it in jest but after it was out he considered it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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keelywolfe · 5 years

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FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky ch. 10

Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.

He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.

Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: So, bourbon came up with an amazing AU and did some lovely art for it: please look at it and love it.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Read Chapter 10 on AO3

Read it here!

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When they walked into Alphys’s lab, Rus at Edge’s side and Red dangling over his shoulder like a sack of flour, all their resident scientist did was sigh loudly and take off her headphones.

It was good to see. When they’d first come Aboveground, Alphys had not been in a good state. The years Underground had not been kind and if it hadn’t been for her skills, the old King would have likely given her what he considered a merciful dusting.

Seeing her recovery was warming, proved that the station was the best place for them. The cold weather was a struggle for Alphys but she never minded staying inside anyway, preferring her lab and the occasional company the permanent residents provided. That and Undyne; they were an odd couple, loud and boisterous coupled with timid and softly spoken, but whenever they were together, their souls practically shone with love.

Also sexual tension, but Edge made a point of ignoring that, lest nightmares haunt him.

Her scolding wouldn’t have been possible when they first arrived; her stutter had been nearly complete and she still sometimes lapsed into Hands to get across certain points. But today she walked over with her fists on her hips and said sternly, “I t-t-told you not to force him to come.”

“this ain’t force, leapin’ lizard,” Red called from behind Edge’s back. “i was just tired a walkin’”

Alphys’s look told how much she believed that. But she allowed Red the pretense. For whatever convoluted reason, Red never wanted to admit how much he hated the treatments; it was possible he didn’t want to hurt Alphys’s feelings, but doubtful. That possibility had never stopped him from making his opinion known before. As always, his reasons were his own and Edge didn’t care to pry, so long as he eventually got his brother here.

“Well, c-come on, then,” Alphys gestured then towards the machine. Now that they were safely in the lab, Edge could set Red down with the reasonable assumption that he wouldn’t vanish the moment Edge took his hand away. It was a petty revenge to dumped Red roughly to the floor, ignoring the profuse swearing that rose up as he turned his attention to Rus.

Who only stood with his hands in his pockets, casting an idle glance here and there at the lab. It was almost disappointing; Alphys’s lab wouldn’t have been out of place in an old mad scientist movie. The machine alone was impressive, massive tubes fed into it along with a slender wires and electric cords, all leading to a simple cushioned chair. One that Red hopped into, settling in with the nonchalance of one about to take an afternoon nap.

There were very few people who would notice the slight tremor in his hands, and two of them were in the room. Before he settled in completely, Red whipped off his ski cap, exposing his skull.

Edge noted grimly the way Rus’s sockets widened when he caught sight of it, eye lights flaring in shock. His reaction was typical, most people that possessed a shred of compassion would be horrified to see the damage, the cracks that still webbed over the entire parietal bone. Few would believe that before the treatments it had been much worse. Once there had been a gaping hole in his skull large enough to fit a hand through, his entire left socket destroyed.

Over time, the machine forced the bone to regenerate and now the hole could hardly fit a finger, perhaps two. His brother no longer teetered close to dusting with any small injury and Edge owed Alphys a debt that could never be repaid.

Sweet creature that she was, she only blushed and stammered at gratitude and Edge no longer gave it; instead, he focused on giving her a safe place to work, a home where she could do her experiments and be happy with the person she loved. Hardly a fair trade in his opinion, but it wasn’t his that mattered.

But he had refused when Alphys offered to work on the crack that ran through Edge’s socket. That scar was a badge of honor, not one of shame. He’d wear it until the day he dusted.

Rus took a step closer and Edge wondered if his curiosity was over the machine, or more morbidly on Red. It was no surprise that his brother didn’t seem to care which option it was, only that Rus was here at all.

“don’t think you need to be poking around at shit that ain’t none of your business, fashion victim,” Red grumbled, although his sockets were closed.

Rus only shrugged amicably, holding up his empty hands. “i’m not touching anything. i learned how to keep my hands to myself as a baby bones. well, mostly,” he offered Edge a leer that made him roll his eye lights and Alphys titter from where she was working at the machine controls.

“H-he’s been here b-b-before,” Alphys offered softly. Her fingers were moving rapidly in an efficient contrast.

That was news to Edge, “When was this?”

“eh, couple days ago,” Rus said easily, “alphys and i were talking about some stuff.”

“what stuff?” Red said suspiciously, cracking open a socket. That Red hadn’t known Rus and Alphys were talking would not sit well with him and Edge found some discomfort in it, too. Alphys could be fragile and Undyne was very protective. He made a mental note to ask her if she was aware of their resident fashion victim making yet another friend to add to his collection.

Rus only smiled cheekily, “just stuff. science stuff.”

“oh, yeah, grad student?” Red sat up, scowling, “alphys knows her shit, you askin’ for theories? what’s your thesis on, anyway?”

“Don’t move!” Alphys squeaked. She left the controls and darted over to push on Red’s chest until he reluctantly subsided back to the chair. “He’s only t-t-teasing you, we talked about anime!”

“oh, ain’t that kawaii,” Red cooed, though his sugar-sweet tone did not match his scowl. “still didn’t tell me about your thesis.”

“nope, i didn’t,” Rus agreed cheerily. “it’s about this and that.”

That maniacal gleam in Rus’s eye lights was terribly reminiscent of Red and Edge was starting to think it might be better to for them to leave. This was partly his fault, he knew Red was on the fence about Rus, he shouldn’t have dragged the other skeleton into helping him corner his brother. Even if he’d been terribly effective at it.

“so, tell me,” Red challenged.

For all that his teeth were blunt, Rus’s grin was sharp enough to cut glass. “dunno, it might be over your head. your understanding might fall short.”

For a moment, Edge was honestly concerned his brother might attack Rus and that would lead to a very uncomfortable talk with the Institute.

Then Red threw his head back and roared a laugh, pounding on the armrest hard enough to jar the entire chair. He ignored Alphys’s hiss, turning in the chair to toss back at Rus, “that’s kinda high and mighty of ya, think it’s a stretch to assume.”

“maybe, but you’re probably used to low blows.”

“it’s a tall order.”

“yeah, i wouldn’t want to overlook you, don’t want to stoop that low.”

The entire exchange was making Edge regret several life choices, but Alphys was smiling faintly. With a jolt, Edge realized she’d already begun the treatment and Red hadn’t even noticed, too busy defending his honor as the resident punster. Normally, his brother would be lying in the chair, fists clenched and sweat dripping while he struggled to allow the machine to do its work. Now he was distracted and gleefully antagonistic, firing back pun after pun. The machine finished before they did and it was only Edge taking hold of Rus’s arm, pulling him along, that finally ended the war.

“—need to work on your low standards!” Rus called as Edge tugged him out the door.

Before it could swing shut, he could hear Red crow triumphantly, “you already used that one! next time i’ll hafta ride on your shoulders and teach you the way of the jedi!”

Rus laughed delightedly, finally allowing Edge to lead him away. “he’s a goblin, but he’s got jokes.”

“Very apt,” Edge said dryly. They were in one of the walkways that led to Alphys’s lab with few overhead lights. Not as open as the umbilicus that she was testing, but still filled with portholes that revealed the aurora starting overhead. The soft greens cast shadows that moved eerily in the dimness. “Thank you for your help, I’ll let you get back to your work.”

“nah, it’s cool,” Rus tucked his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “i’ve got some numbers to compile before i can do anything else.” He paused, sockets hooded and his eye lights soft, then asked, “did you want to come back to my room?”

It was as blatant an offer as they’d ever exchange, no safety net of teasing flirtation, and Edge hesitated. It was tempting, the warmth of invitation in Rus’s eye lights promised a very good time. Despite Undyne’s insinuations, Edge was not a virgin, but it had been a long while, since before they’d come to the surface. The urge to see Rus’s face twisted with pleasure, to hear the delightful sounds he would make waged a brief war with his sense of responsibility.

So very tempting, but he had duties to fulfill, ones that he’d already set aside to deal with Red.

“I can’t,” Edge told him, quietly. He braced himself for some form of persuasion, some new enticement he’d need to resist, wondered distantly at the limits of his control.

But Rus only nodded. “okay. see you around.”

“Wait.”

He stopped, head tilted curiously, and his pale bones were tinted with the aurora light creeping in. Edge stepped in close, lifting his chin to press their mouths together. The taint of cigarettes had faded and there was only sweetness, his tongue moving boldly against Edge’s, sharing that honeyed flavor even as he stole a taste of his own. A hand settled on Edge’s face, cool bone against his overheated skull and Edge was forced to swallow a moan. They parted reluctantly, and Edge could feel the pocket of warmth between them, their magic responding with mindless eagerness.

“I can’t right now,” Edge corrected his own words.

Rus gave him a small, secret smile. “yeah. soon then, edgelord.” He started to turn away then stopped, “wait, shit, all my equipment is still in the locker up front.”

Edge barely hesitated before taking out his keys, the mass of them jangling loudly as he removed one and tossed it to Rus. He nearly fumbled it, managed to grab it before it fell to the ground. “Don’t lose it.”

“oooh, exchanging keys already,” Rus winked at him, ignoring Edge’s exasperated huff. Edge only gave him a hard look until Rus smiled wryly, making a little cross over his soul with one finger. “i won’t lose it, promise.”

“See that you don’t.” He turned and walked away then, before the simmer of temptation became too much to bear.

~~*~~

He had cause to regret it later.

On his last check of the station before he went to bed, Edge heard muffled laughter coming from the kitchen. Familiar, loud laughter and he sighed inwardly and went to check.

What he found made him sigh again, this time in aggravation. Undyne, of course, with two of the female researchers and Rus. One of the bottles on the table in front of them was a dead soldier and the other was half-empty. Not much for Undyne, but from the glassy eyes and giggles from her companions, they'd had their fair share.

Rus beamed at him, only slightly more enthusiastically than the researchers, and an echo of slurred 'boss!' carried towards him. He shook his head. "Undyne--"

"Aww, calm down," she hiccoughed, laughing raucously, "didn't hurt the precious! he's only had like two!

"Yes, and skeleton Monsters don't possess a liver,” Edge crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his second-in-command. “Our tolerance is completely dependent on our weight and level of magic. Would you care to hazard a guess as to what he weighs?"

Undyne blinked owlishly, considering, and then to his horror, she scooped Rus up, hefting him as he squealed a laugh. She laughed with him, spinning around sloppily before finally dumping him gently on top of the table where he sagged, sprawling across it.

“again!” Rus giggled weakly.

“Huh,” Undyne prodded at him with one clawed finger. It must have tickled, because Rus nearly spasmed, his laughter doubling. “Prolly enough that two drinks hit him like a sledgehammer.”

“You think?” It took a little effort to gather him up. Drinking made Rus surprising noodly for a skeleton, limbs escaping to hang limply while Edge tried grimly to hold him close. “Come on, time for bed.”

That got his attention. Rus squirmed in his arms, ostensibly trying to help Edge hold on as he wound his arms around Edge’s neck. "you're taking me to bed? again?”

Undyne snorted loudly and Edge felt his cheekbones heat. He liked to think they hadn’t been entirely blatant in their flirting, but now the two researchers were perking up with visible interest. Lovely, the rest of the station would know by morning. He wondered grouchily if Rus had inadvertently just won someone a bet. Probably his brother.

“Can you get these two to bed?” Edge asked her, ignoring all looks, both curious and knowing, along with Rus snuggling happily into his arms.

“Yeah, I got ‘em,” Undyne gave him a needle-sharp smile, “Have a good night, boss.”

Tomorrow, he was going to remind himself why he couldn’t kill her. For tonight, it was simply a good thing that his hands were full.

“Come on,” Edge sighed, shouldering open the door. Rus wasn’t heavy, but he was awkward to carry, and his hands weren’t still, tracing his cervical vertebrae with only slightly clumsy fingers. The touch made him shiver and Edge walked a bit faster.

“I hope you have a laundry token,” Edge told him, “Your shirt needs washed, you smell like a distillery.”

“s’your shirt, isn’t it?” Rus slurred. One of his hands slithered down, making Edge bite back a hiss, and plucked at his shirtfront.

He almost denied it, but, “Yes,” Edge agreed, softly. “I gave you some of my clothes.”

Rus’s beamed up at him triumphantly, “knew they were yours! they smelled like you.” He lifted his head, whispering too loudly into Edge’s audial canal, “firs’ i was thinking you felt sorry for me, but then i thought...i thought maybe you liked me? did you like me?”

The hopefulness in his voice hinted at something desperate, perhaps only drunken melancholy, Edge couldn’t know. Better if he didn’t acknowledge it, and Edge said, lightly, "What's not to like?"

Rus scrunched up his face and blew a sloppy raspberry, and Edge bit back an exasperated smile. “lotsa people don't like me.”

“I can't even begin to imagine why, Rus,” Edge told him honestly. Certainly he’d charmed his way into the station, Monsters and researchers both.

“i dunno, either,” Rus said, sullenly. “but they don't. He looked up and his sockets were engulfed with his eye lights, hazily wide and pleading. “do you like me?"

It was far too easy to admit. "Yes. I like you.”

“i knew it!” Rus crowed. “only, i didn' really know it. but i thought it. i hoped it.” He fell silent, snuggling into Edge’s arms as he whispered, “you’re not staying in my room, are you.”

Again, that faint hint of unhappiness, of desperation. But staying while Rus was like this, drunkenly tempting, was out of the question. Edge settled on a compromise. “I can stay until you’re asleep.”

“’kay,” Rus agreed, and Edge thought ruefully he was in for a short wait. Possibly only long enough to settle him on the bed, Rus was already drowsing in his arms, one hand clutching the front of Edge’s shirt as if to keep him close. It loosened easily enough as Edge set him into his bunk, taking off his shoes and tucking his blanket around him.

Rus barely stirred as Edge pressed a light kiss to his browbone. His scent was whiskey-tainted, but Edge breathed it in anyway.

“I do like you,” Edge whispered to him, tracing the angular line of his jaw with a single finger. Rus didn’t so much as murmur an acknowledgement, only breathed softly, evenly in sleep.

Next time, Edge told himself, next time he would stay.

Whatever his misgivings were, he no longer cared. Rus was a growing temptation in body and soul, Edge was finished resisting.

~~*~~

tbc

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years

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박우진, Park Woojin

itslilliansnow asked:

Your new friend is wild with requests BUT I LOVE ALL OF THEM. I can't wait to read them. I've a little request too, Mars. I need something with Woojin and some of my aesthetics: art museum, dancing under the rain and black nail polish. It's up to you, I just want to melt thanks to your imagination. IF YOU CAN OF COURSE. love you. -Saturn.

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

Park Woojin always had this way of drawing you in.

That was probably the reason you started dating him about a year and a half ago. It was everything from his dorky smiles to his weird dances to try and cheer you up to his serious moments when he looked you in the eyes and told you honestly what he thought.

He never shied away from you. “You make me brave,” he’d said. “Even when I have to do hard things, like disagree with you, you make me strong enough to do so.”

There were many things you didn’t agree on. Many things you thought differently on, and many things you argued about, but that never stopped you from loving each other with no reservations. You might not always like each other, but you always fell back into like.

You had the type of relationship where you would cross bridges when you came to them, not worry about them beforehand.

Sometimes, you would fight for days on end. Sometimes you would give the silent treatment until one of you cracked, but it always, always ended in an honest apology, a hug and some genuine tears because you both felt so badly.

You were both such worrisome people before you met each other. After two years of being friends, there was nothing you couldn’t say to each other, and there was a list of a million and two things you wanted to do together.

Things had changed between you two when Woojin one day put “Asking You To Marry Me” somewhere in the top ten. He put in parentheses under it: “(after we date for a few years, of course)”. It was by far the sweetest thing when he’d said to you, “If you’re okay with that, that is”.

It all changed from there. It’d been changed for a year and a half of being together romantically, pushing two years. It had been a bright beautiful year and a half, that’s for sure.

That time had brought you here. Laying in bed together, haphazardly tangled together with the shadows of raindrops trickling down your figures.

His fingers where tangled in your hair as he laid on top of you, never fully putting down all of his weight. His kisses were gentle, tender and ever so intoxicating. You could feel the slight brush of his chapped lips, forever reminding you that he was there.

Every once in a while, his tongue would flick out to wet his lips, sending a thrill down your spine. He chuckled into the kiss, pulling away.

“Why’d you stop?” you whined, punching his shoulder gently.

He smiled down at you, a perfect showcase for his snaggletooth. “I’m just baffled,” he said. “I can’t believe you painted my nails while I was sleeping.” He held up one of his hands, examining the glittery black polish spread evenly on his nails.

“I’m sorry!” you laughed. “You were wide open. Can you really blame me?”

He crinkled his nose at you, giving your chin a playful nip. “What do you think that punishment was for?” he asked.

You mirrored his smile. “That was a punishment?” you said, reaching a hand up to play with his hair. “What would a reward look like, then?”

He gave you another kiss, longer than the others. “A date,” he said when he pulled away. “Your reward would be a date.” He sat up, dragging you along with him. “And just because you’re the greatest person, I’ve decided to take you on the date.”

You glanced out the window. “In the rain?” you questioned. You phrased it as if it were a big deal, but truly, you couldn’t care less about the rain pouring down. You just loved being near him.

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, poking your side and drawing a giggle from your lips. “Umbrellas exist for a reason,” he said. “So, do you wanna go or not?”

You looked up at him, the gleam of adventure in your eyes. “I wanna go,” you said, voice an excited whisper. “I definitely wanna go.”

+++

“See?” Woojin said. “Isn’t this fun?”

You were both currently walking down the sidewalk—umbrella in hand—letting the rain fall down around you and splash at your heels. It felt nice to have the slight chill in all the recent humidity.

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, it’s fun,” you said. You stifled a laugh when you looked at his hands. “I’m just surprised that you didn’t remove the nail polish before we left.”

For a moment, he looked utterly shocked. He cleared his throat and held his head up high, something he always did when he was trying to seem confident. “I meant to do that, actually,” he said.

You quirked a brow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Oh, yeah?” you asked. “And why’s that?”

You could see him searching desperately for an answer. “Because...” It seemed to click. “I want to be your cool emo-boyfriend today.”

“Emo-boyfriend?” you echoed with a laugh. “I don’t think so!”

He shrugged. “It’s either that or I tell everyone I can that we have a secret kid that really likes to dote on me.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Fine...” you muttered, the heat eating you up. “Emo-boyfriend sounds good.”

He smiled, nudging you a little and almost pushing you out into the rain. “Don’t be such a downer,” he chuckled. “We’re going on a date on a rainy day. Basically, this is as close to Paris as we’re gonna get until we complete number 6 on the list!”

You nodded. “Fair enough,” you sighed, a smile on your lips. “Where’re we going anyway?”

He pointed straight ahead with his free hand. “Take a look,” he said.

You followed where he was pointing until your eyes landed on #19 on the list. The new art museum in town. You turned to him with pure childish excitement lighting up your eyes with contagious sparks.

“I love you,” you said quickly, starting to hop a little as you walked. “Park Woojin, I love you, I love you, I love you so much!” You gave him multiple wet smooches on the cheek. “You’re the best!”

He smiled proudly. “I know,” he said simply.

You smacked the back of his head. “Woojin!”

“I love you, too,” he chuckled, ducking out of the way of another attack. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple. He was just in a mood today. Perhaps it was the weather. “I really do.”

+++

The exhibit was something special in and of itself. It was filled with works from brand news, unknown and eccentric artists. Every picture was like a new journey and adventure, and it was the most beautiful thing.

Everything inside the museum had a very warm, homey vibe to it, doused in shades of beige and light brown. It smelled like coffee stains and old books, probably because of the extensive collection of antique stories in the very back, held safely in a massive public library.

This museum, though brand new and still gaining traction, was a diamond in the rough.

You took a deep breath. “Can you feel it, Jinnie?” you asked.

“Feel what?” he questioned, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the comfortable atmosphere.

You looked at the painting on your right. It was a galaxy, reflected in a shattered mirror. “The emotion,” you said. You nudged him a little, getting him to look at the piece. “What do you feel when you look at that?”

He tilted his head a little. “Eh... I don’t know,” he said. “I’m not an art critic, babe.”

“You’re not here to critique it,” you said, giving his shoulder a quick pat. “You’re here to feel it. Try to understand what you feel when you look at it.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Vast?” he suggested, unsure of himself.

“Elaborate,” you said, having fun with your little test.

He shuffled his feet a little. “Well, I mean... The universe is really vast and wide, right?” You hummed in agreement. “Well, all of the shattered stars make me think that if you don’t take advantage of your stars—your vastness—you’ll lose your shot at greatness.” He cleared his throat awkwardly and rubbed his neck. “It’s kinda dumb, but...”

You kissed his shoulder gently, lingering for a few burning seconds. “It’s not dumb,” you assured him. “It’s the way you feel, and that’ll never be dumb to me.”

He smiled gratefully. “Thanks,” he said, almost a little bashfully. “How about you?” He gestured to the painting. “What do you see?”

“Loneliness,” you said without hesitation. “The feeling of wishing you were bright and beautiful like the stars, but instead, you just break. Over and over again until you’re nothing by a couple of shards.”

Woojin stared at you, amazed. You always managed to shock him, one way or another. “That’s totally different from what I said,” he spoke, unable to form any other sentence.

You shrugged, smiling. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little proud of yourself. “That’s the beautiful thing about art,” you said. “It has a different meaning for everyone, and even if it’s not the original intent, it’s what was clearly meant for you.”

You continued on, “Whatever you take away from a piece of art is what fate deemed it to be, you know? You were meant to feel that in that moment.” You looked him in the eyes, brimming with passion. “Like the stars, the amount of possibilities and things you can see in art is endless. Absolutely endless.”

He gave you a look. A kind of mixture of ‘I’m-impressed’, ‘wow-you’re-so-amazing’ and ‘god-i’m-so-in-love-with-you-right-now’. It made you feel warm inside.

“That’s a good answer,” he said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He looked around the room. “Now, I have a challenge for you.”

You nodded firmly. “I accept,” you said dramatically.

He chuckled at your response. “What’s your favorite painting in here?” he asked.

You searched around for a moment, humming tunelessly. Finally, your eyes fell on it. It was one you’d been staring at every time you passed by it, without fail. “That one,” you said, pointing to it.

It was a painting of a woman and a man stuck in the pouring rain, smiling at each other. The umbrella had been dropped or blown away, but either way, it wasn’t it their hands. The best part, though (you thought, at least), was the fact that was woman held the man in a graceful dip, making him look so shy yet adored.

Woojin tried to stifle his smile. “And why is that your favorite?” he asked.

You looked him in the eyes. “Because it gives me inspiration,” you said. He could read you perfectly.

So, without further ado and without bothering to grab your umbrella, you both ran outside for what would become one of your most precious memories together until the day you got married.

Dancing in the rain together, not caring about who saw, and with matching black-painted fingernails.

Just- love him, please. Just love him.

I hope you enjoyed it, Saturn! It was a little overdue, but don’t worry, I didn’t stress over it, you self-aware mom. ^-^ I hope it was soft enough for you, softest girl. Sending much love your way, as always!

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jungshookz · 5 years

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hi h-how about a scenario where y/n is doing some holiday shopping and meets cute cashier jungkook hehe

🎄 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

🎄 genre: cashier!kook, fluff!!!!!!!!, u and kook are both kinda awkward but it’s adorable

🎄 wordcount: 2.6k

the one thing you hate about christmas has to be christmas shopping

frankly you think that the most important part of christmas is spending time with your loved ones!!!

okay that’s a little white lie because you do really like getting presents

and it’s not like you don’t like giving presents

because it’s totally worth it to see the look on someone’s face when you present them with an amaZing gift

but it’s just

shopping takes sO much effort

and it drains all the energy out of you

and it drains all the money out of your bank account

and also the malls are always so hectic at this time of the year

and you have to fight people off to get the perfect present

last year you squared up with an old lady over a crock pot that your mom really really wanted

obviously you ended up with the crock pot because u ain’t no lil bitch

(no old ladies were harmed in the process of getting the crock pot)

anyways you usually only get presents for your mom and your dad and some of your cousins and obviously you get a present for tae (and you get one or two presents for yourself and label them from santa so you feel less guilty about it hehe)

but this year not only do you have to get a present for tae

you have to get a present for tae and jin and jimin and namjoon aND yoongi AND hoseok because you’ve made quite a lot of new friends this year young lady good for u!!!

anyways

you’ve been at the mall for nearly six hours and you’re pretty sure your feet are bleeding in your shoes from how much walking you’ve done

you’re pretty sure you’re one more purchase away from maxing out your credit card

every time you tap it against the machine you make a face because every purchase is a RISK

you have all your gifts ready for the boys

yoongi gets a new microphone for his studio

namjoon gets a new pair of sunglasses

jin gets a customised apron

hobi gets a new pair of nike air force 1s

and sweet angel baby jimin gets a customised shampoo and conditioner set with a frEE loofah!!

all you have to do now is find a gift for tae which is always the hardest task because he says he doesn’t care what you get him but he totally cares about what you get for him

one year you gave him a single pair of socks and he was like???? SOCKS/?????? sweetie SOCKS??????? i gave you a fuLL set of rose gold CUTLERY and you give me SoCks with- what are these- socks with hoT DOGS ON THEM

and you were like you saiD you didn’t care about what your gift was and these warm fuzzy socks were on sale-

“SALE???? YOU GOT ME DISCOUNT SOCKS FOR CHRISTMAS-”

as much as you love tae he’s very much a diva and he’s shameless about it

but you’ve learned your lesson so since the sock incident you’ve gotten him very nice gifts

so even though your organs are shutting down one by one and your body is telling you that it’s unable to go on and you need to head home noW and collapse in bed

you’re soldiering on because you have to find tae the perfect present

but you don’t think you’re going to find tae’s gift at the mall

you’ll have to go somewhere else

you adjust all the shopping bags in your arms and use your shoulder to push the door open and you’re immediately met with the crisp winter air

the sun’s starting to set and the number of people on the street is starting to dwindle down

you end up wandering around the streets for about half an hour

and you’re [this] close to giving up because

a) it’s freezing out and your nose is going to fall off

b) your arms are about to fall off because of how heavy the bags are buT the cold has made your body entirely numb so it’s counteracting the whole arms falling off thing

c) maybe you should just face the wrath of tae this year you’re a big girl you can handle it

and then

you see it

van gogh’s starry night

it’s obviously a replica of van gogh’s starry night but you know for a faCt tae would love to hang that up in his hallway or something

you look like a kid with your face pressed up against the glass because this gift is PERFEcT

it even comes with a fancy gold frame and everything anD it’s decently priced so you don’t have to worry about making more of a dent in your wallet

you take a step back and look up at the name of the store

“troves and treasures” you murmur to yourself

huh

cute name

the little bell rings above you as you enter the store and you let out a content sigh at the warmth that welcomes you and you see an apple-pie scented candle burning away

this store is adorable!!

it’s a little cramped because there’s just sO much stuff in here but it’s still adorable

miraculously you make your way to the back of the store without knocking shit over with your bags

you feel like a bulldozer when you walk in between the narrow shelves

now where is that damn painting

“excuse me, miss? would you like to put your bags down by the front? they look kinda heavy” you turn around and nearly knoCk a lamp off the display counter

whoops

“oh no it’s okay i think i can-“

oh wow

he’s awfully pretty isn’t he

his lips tug up in a sweet smile and he blinks at you with his warm, round eyes before reaching up to flick a couple strands of jet-black hair away from his eyes

“uhhhhh actually yeAh maybe you should take these before i accidentally destroy the entire store” you chuckle awkwardly and he immediately reaches out and takes the bags off your arms

“how have your arms not fallen off already?? it feels like you have bricks in here” he jokes before heading over to the counter and setting them down gently on the floor

“it’s because it’s so cold outside that my arms have gone completely numb” you snort and rub your sore arms before reaching down to brush your fingers over an antique clock

“good thing you came in here! i always like keeping it nice and toasty” he hums and adjusts the little apron around his waist “so are you looking for something in particular or just browsing?”

okay

don’t let pretty boy distract you from the task at hand y/n

do nOt

but he’s just

he’s sO pretty

“um, i-“ you pause to collect your thoughts and shake your head quickly “painting.”

“painting.” he repeats and tilts his head and offers you a smirk “there are many paintings here.”

omg

what’s wrong w u

pull it together

“the van gogh painting! it’s in the display window, that one over there-“ you point to the window “my friend’s a huge art nerd and i think that would make a perfect christmas gift.” you smile and move past him to head to the window

it’s a bit of a tight squeeze since the two of you are standing in between shelves but your hand brushes past his and you feel a little zaP

he gasps in surprise and cradles his hand quickly

but just like you he shakes his thoughts out of his head and remains professional

“ah, starry night! you’re lucky - that’s actually the last one we have in stock.” he bends over and picks the painting up gently before turning and showing it to you “are you interested in purchasing the gold frame?”

“yes, please!” you grin excitedly and keep your eyes glued on the painting because it is literally SO PERFEct you’re so excited to give this to tae “you think you can wrap it up for me too?”

“of course! i’m a great wrapper.” he heads back to the front counter and you trail behind him

“oh yeah? i’d love to hear your stuff on soundcloud.” you joke

he raises his eyebrow and you SEE the question mark floating on top of his head and your face immediately starts burning up because the joke totally just flew past his head

but then

“ooOOOH like soundcloud raPPEr- that was a good one. i’m deducting a point tho because it was lame as hell” he laughs and you let out a small sigh of relief

that was almost mortifying

he places the painting in the frame gently and you can’t help but notice that his hands are also very very pretty but now there’s just this silence between the two of you

is it too late to introduce urself

u don’t really know what to say

god why are you so AWKWArd

“i’m, uh, i’m y/n, by the way.” you clear your throat and lean against the counter

he pauses in the middle of taping and looks up at you with that beautiful fricKin smile “i’m jungkook.” and then he looks back down and smooths over where he just taped

“so are you done with christmas shopping?” he asks as he prepares a pretty red bow

“pretty much! this is my last stop and then i think i’m going to get a hot drink somewhere to unfreeze my insides.” you hum and rummage through your purse for your wallet

“that sounds like a nice plan! i’m closing up shop pretty soon because it’s kind of been a lazy day”

the two of you end up talking a little while longer

you tell him about the sock incident and he tells you about how one time he accidentally dropped a present in the middle of the street and someone on a bike just raN over it

you tell him that your favourite christmas cookie is gingerbread and he argues that sugar cookies are ten times better

you tell him that hot chocolate with marshmallows is the best hot chocolate and he says that hot chocolate with a candy cane in it is the best

jungkook purposely slows down when he’s wrapping the painting just because it’s so nice talking to you :——)

thank god business was slow today because it gives him more time to talk to u

“you must really like your friend to get him a present this nice” jungkook teases as he punches a couple buttons on the cash register

“tell me about it” you snort and pull out your credit card and catch a glimpse of the price on the screen and imMEDIATELy the blood drains from your face

what the FUck

THIS IS A REPLICA WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE

your mouth goes dry when jungkook holds his hand out to take your card

o god

you can’t tell him you don’t want the gift anymore because he wrapped it up so nicely and put it in the frame and everything

jungkook must sense your hesitation because it’s been like ten seconds and you’re clutching onto your card for dear life

and he’s technically not supposed to do this but

you seem like a sweet girl (and ur also very pretty but that’s unrelated)

“oh, would you look at that! i, uh, i put in the wrong price.” jungkook points to the screen before shaking his head “sorry, my bad! i’ve only just started working here so i’m not used to all the fancy cash registers and stuff”

that is a blatant lie he’s been working here for like a year and he knowS that your total comes to $250

“that’ll be $125, please.”

he’ll just pay for the other half out of the kindness of his heart

it’s christmas after all!!

“oh thanK god because my card definitely has less than $250” you let out a breath of relief and hand him your card

your receipt comes out of the printer and kook slips it into the bag

and the two of you are kind of dawdling around because you know you don’t really have any other reason to stay in the shop unless you wanna buy another replica of a painting

jungkook helps you with your bags and walks you to the front door

“you’re… you’re closing up for today pretty soon, aren’t you? maybe i can treat you to a hot chocolate or something?” you’re visibly kind of nervous as jungkook slips the bags back onto your arms

he pauses and is pleasantly surprised that you totally just asked him out on a date

“i’ll come if you admit that gingerbread cookies are trash.” he teases and you gape at him “kidding. but not really. give me five minutes!” he disappears into the shop and you can’t fight the goofy smile that’s found its way onto your face

jungkook has to suppress a scream of excitement because yES HE LIKES U SO MUCH AND NOW HE GETS TO GET A HOT COCOA WITH U

anyways

the two of you end up at the café for much longer than expected

somehow you end up with the peppermint hot cocoa and the sugar cookie and kook ends up with the marshmallow hot cocoa and the gingerbread cookie

and jungkook has to admit

maybe gingerbread cookies aren’t all that bad

the two of you stay until the waitress is like ok kids u guys need to get out of here for real

jungkook helps you load all your shopping bags into the trunk of your car which is very gentlemanly of him because you definitely would not have been able to lift all the bags yourself

“you sure you don’t need a lift home?” jungkook shuts the trunk for you and gives it a couple pats

“i’ll be fine. the bus stop’s right over there!” jungkook points to across the street and you nod

“well, um, thank you! for the… wrapping?”

“thank you for the hot cocoa” jungkook smiles shyly and shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie

…

“well i guess i-” and before he gets a chance to say anything else you’ve gone up on your tippy toes and given him a soft kiss on the cheek

O O F

jungkook’s face immediately goes beet red and he smiles and scratches the back of his neck and he’s trying sO hard to not scream into the void oh my god that was so cUTE

at the same time you are trying not to scream from the adrenaline because you’ve never done anything so spontaneous before but you are SO proud of yourself

you hop into your car and jungkook shuts the door for you before leaning down and propping his arms up on your open window

“i’ll text you later?”

you smile excitedly and nod

maybe christmas shopping isn’t all that bad after all

🎄the twelve drabbles of christmas! 🎄

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parkaiur · 5 years

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Starstruck - Hyunsuk

❀ Comedy + fluff ft. lil bro!Junhyuk

❀ Word Count: 7.2K

❀ When Hyunsuk finds a wandering fangirl of his in the mall, he doesn’t think much of it until he bumps into his childhood friend who happens to be babysitting the her. As pictures of you and Hyunsuk blow up, he is tasked with the challenge to dial down the dating news. But as he tries and calms the dating rumor, the shipping only grows... will it be too much for you to handle? Or will you eventually give into the flirty boy’s charms?

❀ A/N: aaahh i was excited to write this and i hope you all enjoy it!! I live for junhyuk and hyunsuk interactions : ‘ )

❀ ❀ ❀

Hyunsuk pov

“AAHH HYUNSUK-AH CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU!?” The girl screaming my name was about 13 years old, probably my brother’s age, yet she was somehow here alone. I gave the girl my most charming smile and laughed.

“Of course you can! How do you wanna pose?” I put up the V sign and she squealed. That always got them.

“Like that! Now look at my mom.” I didn’t realize her mom was standing not too far from us, but I put on my best smile and posed for her.

“One... two... three!” I could tell she took like thirty photos, but I tried to stay still for all of them. “And done! Thank you so much, my daughter loves you.” The mom patted my shoulder as I gave her a tight hug as well.

“No problem, this is the best part of the job.” I gave her a reassuring smile and she blushed.

“Um, not to be mean anything, but where’s your brother? You guys always seem to be together.” The girl asked.

“Oh, he’s in the bathroom right now, sorry you missed him but I’m sure he would have loved to see a girl as pretty as you.” I gave her a small wink with a smile and I swear she almost fainted.

She placed her hand over her mouth to not scream and scurried away. “You’re so handsome too! Thank you!” I waved them goodbye, as the daughter probably had to scurry away and edit the photos to put in instagram. No hate in the game, I would do the same if I were her.

“Ah, another fan? I missed one?” The younger boy pouted as his big cheeks inflated. I ‘awed’ at him and pinched his cheeks.

I casually slung an arm over his shoulder and adjusted my hat so it covered more of my face. “Don’t worry, you’ll be here when the next one comes, and the next, and the next.” I teased and pinched his cheeks once more. The boy cringed away but he was still laughing.

“Ok, but ice cream is on you!” Junhyuk said before running off to the nearest Cold Stone that was inside the mall. I rolled my eyes jokingly and followed him.

“Kiddo, ice cream is always on me, I’m your older brother and provider.”

It wasn’t like our parents were out of the picture, but Junhyuk had moved in with me as his school was closer to me and our parents had work, so they couldn’t drive him. We weren’t that far from them that we never saw our parents, but we were far enough to go out and have fun whenever we wanted.

When my YouTube career kicked off, I had gotten more money than I ever imagined from just being myself-- it was a surprise to everyone, including me.

It was now my full time career, and yes, my parents supported my decision to drop out from college. Probably ‘cause I could make more money for doing YouTube than doing anything else.

Suddenly, as I was trying to catch up to my brother, I felt a small body hit mine. “oof!” The girl yelled. She was about ten years old, and I was confused as to why she was walking around alone.

“I’m so sorry, kid, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I bent down to the girl and as soon as we locked eyes, her eyes got as big as saucers and she took a few steps back.

Oop, this again.

I gave her a gentle smile and backed up. “I swear I’m not a bad guy, you don’t need to be scared.” I teased. Her cheeks turned a bright red and I couldn’t help but pinch her cheeks.

“Hyung-” Junhyuk called out before seeing the girl standing before me. He then realized the situation and smiled at her. The girl turned ten times redder.

How cute.

“Hey, do you want a picture?” I asked carefully. The girl gulped and took a deep breath, composing herself. “Yes please! B-but my babysitter has her phone and I lost her.” The girl pouted and I could see tears in her eyes. I immediately went into big brother mode and pulled her closer to me, patting her head.

“Aw it’ll be okay, this mall isn’t that big, she’ll find us soon, yeah?” The younger girl nodded. “And I’m Hyunsuk, this is my brother Junhyuk, what’s your name?”

The girl sniffled. “I know your names, I’m a big fan.” She croaked out. I gave her a cocky smile and fixed my shirt playfully.

“Aw, well shucks.” She burst out laughing and wiped her eyes.

“My name is Naeun.” She introduced.

I shook her hand sternly and Junhyuk shook her hand softly. “Well Naeun, nice to meet you. And by the way, we can still have that picture and I’ll send it to your babysitter soon.”

She nodded happily as I took out my phone. “Hey, can you take a picture of us?” I asked a random bystander as I posed for the pic. I wiped Naeun’s cheeks. “Smile so you’ll remember us happy.” She nodded and smiled widely.

“One, two, and three! There.”

“Thank you,” I said while taking my phone back. I then bent down to Naeun. “Look how pretty the photos turned out, your babysitter will-”

“KIM NAEUN! THERE YOU ARE!” Suddenly, Naeun was scooped up by another’s arms. “You meanie, you got me so worried! Why didn’t you use your phone!?”

I furrowed my brows at that statement. “Phone?” I spat out.

As if the girl just noticed I was there, she turned to me and I immediately recognized her.

“Hyunsuk-”

“y/n.”

Junhyuk pulled on my arm sleeve and I looked at him. “You know her?” I nodded quickly and gave my best smile.

I saw Naeun tug on y/n’s arms and she tried to not look irritated. How y/n of her. “You know him!? You never mentioned that to me!” She exclaimed angrily. Y/n bent down to her level and flicked her forehead.

“Maybe because I knew you would annoy me ‘til the day I died if I told you. And we barely know each other, so don’t start with me. You’re in big trouble, your mom is worried sick!”

The girl looked like I remembered with multi-colored hair and intense eyes. She had that same frantic energy to her... I guess losing a kid added to that.

“Aw y/n, barely know each other? We had chemistry together senior year. And English all our four years of high school!” I exclaimed, while the girl sighed. She then leaned over to me, as I now felt her heavy breathing on my neck.

“I’m lying, ok, I see this kid twice a week and she’ll literally talk about you nonstop, I mean, she already does, but still, Choi Hyunsuk!” The girl gave me a playful glare, as we used to have mutual friends in high school, therefore, making us talk to each other. I’ll admit, I had a big fat crush on back then, but it died down since I didn’t talk to her after high school.

“Anyways, nice seeing you guys, and I’ll be taking this little devil home now. Sorry about the trouble.”

Before I could speak up, Junhyuk used his dimples to good use. “It’s ok, noona, she was really nice to us!” He smiled, causing y/n to smile back. Every girl loved my brother, it was like in their DNA to like cute kids.

“Junhyukie, you’re as sweet as I remembered, but you’re so big now, aye?” She laughed and patted him on the head.

Then, I remembered something. “Wait, we took photos on my phone, give me your number so I can send them to you.” The girl nodded and we exchanged numbers. I tried not to look giddy while doing so.

“Cool, thank you for taking care of her by the way, nice seeing you again when you’re all spiffy and famous.” She winked at me and then ushered Naeun away. “Ok, bye guys, Naeun say bye.” The younger girl waved shyly as y/n took her away.

“Now, ice cream?”

❀ ❀ ❀

“So, how did you feel about seeing y/n again today?” Junhyuk asked curiously. I was preparing dinner for the both of us, aka, putting lasagna in the oven. It needed to be a quick dinner since we were going to film our Q&A later.

I laughed at the boy’s comment. “What are you trying to say, kid?” I put him in a chokehold as he tried to push me away. I gave up as he wiggled away.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, hey, I’m just curious! You seemed to think she was cute.” I scoffed and turned on the TV.

“I think all girls are cute, Junhyuk.” I winked at him and turned up the volume, hoping the conversation would end. Junhyuk turned it back down.

“Ok true, but this girl was funny. And you flirted with her!” He pointed a finger at me and I slapped it away.

“I flirt with everyone, Junhyuk, it’s my job and it’s my nature.”

I turned the TV up, effectively ending the conversation.

We filmed the Q&A shortly after we ate. I set up the camera and lights, focusing the camera on Junhyuk while he drank a can of coke.

We always filmed in the same room, our art room. We had our friend Jihoon paint the walls with whatever he wanted, and he decided to paint a night sky. So that was that. It looked cool.

“Ok, ready?” The younger boy nodded as I pressed play.

“Yo, it’s your boy Big Bunny and...”

“Lil bunny!” I laughed and pinched the boys cheeks as he was just so adorable.

“Today, we will be answering your questions straight off of YouTube and twitter!” Junhyuk was already pulling up our Twitter while I went to our YouTube page.

“By the way, it’s about 11pm as we’re filming it, so the reason why it’s dark is because... it’s dark.” I noted, laughing at my own joke.

“Hyung! Someone asked what color are you dyeing your hair next?” I hummed and pretended like I was thinking.

“Um, I mean, I like the blonde, but probably a grayish, brickish color?” I said questioningly. Junhyuk glared at me.

“Dude, those were very different...” We stared at each other before bursting out into laughter.

“N e ways, let’s move on.” I scrolled down on YouTube, but most of them were thirst comments. I giggled lightly, but hid Junhyuk’s eyes away.

“EWWW I just saw that someone commented on our ‘eating without hands’ challenge ‘hyunsuk i want you to eat off of me next’ GROSS!” I shoved Junhyuk away and scrolled down further, not like that would help.

“I told you not to read those! But uh, to whoever said that.” I gave a sultry wink and lip bite to the camera as Junhyuk groaned uncomfortably. “Hyung~” He whined. I nodded, biting back laughter. “I’m joking, I’m joking, I don’t eat off of people.” I winked at the camera again, teasing the fans.

“Anyways, someone asked if either of us had a girlfriend.” I gasped and grabbed Junhyuk’s face.

“You better not!” I exclaimed. Junhyuk brushed my hand off, glaring at me.

“I’m only thirteen, I do not have a girlfriend, do you hyung?” He teased. I took my time, and then shook my head.

“Nope, single as single can be.” I then mouthed “call me” to the camera as Junhyuk punched my arm.

Then, his eyes widened in surprise. “What’s up?” I asked, letting my guard down.

Junhyuk then proceeded to shove his phone in my face. “LOOK!” I backed away and looked at what someone had @ me in.

It was a picture of me and y/n at the mall with the caption [omg who is she?? hyunsuk’s girlfriend?? friend?? what is their relationship?? I NEED TO KNOW NOW]

Then, I saw the comments on the post.

“what?? hyunsuk having a girlfriend? thought he was a player at heart”

“she’s so pretty thooo, hope theyre dating, he deserves someone so cute!”

“and she has a lil sis of her own??? perfect family <3″

“ew, she’s not even pretty what are you guys talking about? so bland”

“hyunsuk dating?!?! nooooooooooo he’s mine >:(”

I gulped and scrolled more, seeing the thread. “I just found her in Hyunsuk’s senior photo! Oh my gosh so they’re high school friends :o”

“Should we turn off the camera?” Junhyuk whispered. I nodded and shut it off, feeling the anger rush to my veins. “It’s okay, most of the comments are good, and it’s not like her info is out yet, it’ll be okay.”

I bit my lip and took off my hat, running my fingers through my hair. It was disgusting when my fans attacked every girl I even blinked at, yet when I was with a dude, they were shipping me left and right. It was so dumb.

“It’s fine, y/n is a tough cookie.”

I nodded and sighed, taking a big gulp of Coke. “Ok, I’ll edit this out later, let’s pretend I forgot to turn off the stove.” Junhyuk nodded obediently as I let out a scream to alleviate my anger.

“Ok we’re back!” I laughed fakely.

Junhyuk giggled and pinched me on the shoulder. “Yeah, Hyunsuk hyung forgot to turn off the stove-” I pretended to cover his mouth to keep him quiet.

“N E ways, let’s move on!”

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I always stayed up ‘til 4am to edit videos, alone. Junhyuk was always asleep by ten, my orders.

Then, I heard a knock on my door. I jumped at the sound since I wasn’t expecting anyone. The door opened, revealing a cheeky looking Junhyuk. “Hyung?” He called out.

I sighed and walked over to him. “Why are you still up?” I ruffled his hair and carried him over to my bed.

“Hm, I couldn’t sleep.” He whined, laying on my bed. “Can I sleep here?” I sighed and pretended to pout.

“Alright buddy, but you gotta leave some room for me.” I grumbled jokingly. He nodded and snuggled up to my blanket.

“Oh yeah hyung, I forgot to tell you, y/n accidentally dropped something while leaving, it totally left my mind.” I turned around in my chair, jaw dropped.

“Junhyuk.” I reprimanded, crossing my arms with a frown. Junhyuk whined and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I forgot! It was a makeup case though, she might need it soon.”

I groaned, running to my bed to tickle the boy. “Makeup case?? You know y/n is a makeup artist now?? She probably needs that!” I exclaimed furiously. I tickled him even harder, but he kicked me away.

“I’m sorry, sorry! Just text her now!” Junhyuk said with a cheeky smile. I rolled my eyes, wondering when my young, innocent brother had become so evil.

I grunted and stared at her number. “She’s probably not even up at this hour.” I noted lamely, different to my usual behavior. But, I knew she was up. It was winter break and I knew y/n didn’t sleep, like ever.

I sighed and whipped out my phone. Even if she wasn’t awake, she would see the message when she wakes up.

‘hey y/n, it’s hyunsuk. so my brother said that he found your makeup case on the ground and he didnt tell me til now cuz he forgot about it, so whenever you have the time, i can return it :)’ I sent the text without reading and set my phone down.

“There sent, she probably won’t-” Before I could finish talking, I heard my phone buzz. Junhyuk covered his giggle with the blanket as I threw my slippers at him.

‘omg thank you!!! i was looking all over for that!! are you free tmrw at noon? we can meet at the same mall’ -y/n

I gulped as Junhyuk popped out of bed to look at my phone. I pushed him away and started to text the girl back.

‘sounds good, i’ll meet you there’ I texted back simply.

She didn’t reply.

“Ah hyung, you got a date!” Junhyuk teased. I felt my face heat up and I tackled the younger boy. He screamed as I pushed him on the bed and I covered him up with the blankets. “Hyung, you should totally ask her about making a video, like one of those ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’-” I covered his mouth and rolled him over.

“Shut up, let’s go to sleep now, it’s WAY past your bedtime.” He pouted and pinched my cheeks, but eventually gave up. I yawned and hit the lights with some rolled up socks.

I laid in bed, listening to Junhyuk’s soft snores as I felt my heart race at the thought of seeing y/n again.

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I had good fashion.

Everyone always commented on it and ever since then, I started to buy more fashion magazines and look through different models online.

But right now, I felt weird for dressing so nicely to meeting y/n.

I was sitting in the mall, trying to hide my face with hat, but everyone always recognized me. I was pretty short and my fashion stood out.

“oh my gosh, is that hyunsuk??”

“No, no, that can’t be, he wouldn’t be here right now.”

I felt bad as they walked away, but I didn’t want people to know I was here. I didn’t want people taking pictures of me and y/n.

“Wow, I can see you never grew out of the hat phase.” I looked up from my phone and saw y/n smiling at me. I chuckled and shook my head.

“Well, not everyone changes from high school.” I teased, looking at her face. She scoffed and sat down.

“Just because I started to wear makeup after high school doesn’t mean that I changed completely.” She snapped, flipping her hair dramatically. I laughed and scooted in my chair so that we were closer.

Y/n was always good at doing makeup, but never wore it on herself. “I have to wear it because who trusts a makeup artist who doesn’t wear makeup.” She complained while putting her hand out.

I plopped the makeup case in her hand and gave her a flirty smile. “Here you go, next time you lose things, just call me.” She raised a brow and put her case in her bag slowly.

“I see fame did not change your flirty ways.” She commented while sipping on her coffee. I shrugged my shoulders and wiggled my eyebrows, something she always hated. She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile.

“Fame? Am I famous now?” I joked. She almost spit out her drink at my words.

“Excuse me? I hear your name about ten times a day from walking around, and I hear it a million times more when I’m babysitting Naeun. It’s crazy, Hyunsuk.” I blushed at all her compliments. I hid my red cheeks by sipping on my drink.

“But, I always knew you would make it. You’re a really funny dude.” She patted me on the arm, not thinking much of physical touch. I let out a forced laughter.

It was true, y/n always told me I should become famous. I thought she was joking, but I admit she went through my mind when I started doing YouTube.

“Thanks, but my good looks helped me as well.” She choked on her drink and laughed at me. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her as well-- it was contagious.

“Oh gosh, still the same ego, Hyunsuk. The same.” She rolled her eyes and stood. “As much as I would love to go down memory lane, I have to dogsit for my friends in an hour.” I nodded and stood with her.

“Um, it was nice seeing you though, and uh, also, I’m not sure if you saw pictures of us circulating... but uh...” She stopped walking and turned to me.

“I saw, and it’s fine, I mean, you’re famous, and things like that don’t bother me much.” She bit her lip, a habit she had when she as lying. “Don’t worry about it.” She patted me on the back and turned to walk away.

“Cool, bye y/n.” She waved back and smiled at me.

“Good luck.”

“You too.”

And I walked away as well.

❀ ❀ ❀

I woke up to Junhyuk jumping on my bed, shoving his phone in my face.

“Hyung, hyung, hyung!” He screamed, interrupting my afternoon nap. I groaned and tried to shove him off. “Look at the news, you and y/n are trending!”

That woke me up. I tossed off my hat and stared at his phone.

[BREAKING] Famous YouTuber, Choi Hyunsuk, found to be in a relationship with a girl from his high school, her name was revealed to be Y/N and she happens to be a well looked upon makeup artist on instagam and owns her own salon. Stay tuned for more info on this and if the world’s sweetheart and flirt, Hyunsuk, will respond.

My jaw dropped at the article, my mind spun with all this false information.

I looked at my phone and saw two missed calls from y/n. “Fuck.” I said angrily. I immediately called her back.

She picked up almost immediately. “HYUNSUK, AAAHH” She screamed in my ear. I held the phone away and pushed Junhyuk away.

“Look, I know, I know, it’s a lot! Lemme just think!” I said, trying to calm her down. Y/n was a lot when she was stressed, and it seemed like she was stressed right now.

“We literally were seen TWICE, and people think we are dating?? Do people think that going on 2 dates is in a relationship?!” She exclaimed. I heard her drinking water over the phone, probably one of her stress things.

“Look, I’m surprised too, but I can fix this, it’s fine!”

Before, I could finish my sentence, Junhyuk snatched the phone from me and put in on speaker.

“Hey y/n noona!” He called out. “Hey, Junhyuk, what’s up?” Her tone softened, but I could tell she was still tense.

“I have an idea actually on how to fix this!” He announced, looking at me with stern eyes. I tried not to push him over.

“Ok... how?”

“Come over and film a video with us, like a ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’, but instead of girlfriend, it’ll just be friend, and it’ll show that you guys are just friends instead of dating. And yes, it’ll make more people ship you, but at least people will know the truth and people will stop harassing you for answers.”

That... that was a good idea.

I heard y/n breathing through the phone, thinking of her response.

“Ok, fine. When should I come?”

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She was dog sitting until 7pm, so she was coming at 8. And right now, it was 7:30.

“Hyung, calm down, you should start writing a script.” I sighed and grabbed my flimsy notebook. “It’s gonna be okay, and if it all works out, she’ll actually be your girlfriend.” I grabbed for his cheeks but he flinched away.

“You lil punk!” I poked him on his side, but he ran away before I could do any major damage.

I set down my notebook, not needing to write anything out and instead worked on setting up my camera so we could start right as she came. I sprayed cologne on myself, making sure I didn’t smell like shit.

I fixed my shirt and made sure it looked loose, yet still stylish.

Why are you doing this? You’re such a loser.

Then, I heard the doorbell ring.

“I got it!” Junhyuk yelled, running down the stairs. Before I could stop him, he was already tossing the door open. That punk.

“Hey, Junhyuk, how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” The girl stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes at him. She lightly flicked his forehead and stepped in the house.

“You’ve been hanging around your brother too much, stop picking up his corny pick up lines.” I laughed as she insulted me.

“Well excuse you, those lines actually work.” She sighed dramatically and shook her head. “No it’s not the lines that work, it’s the face.” She shrugged and closed the door behind her.

“Anyways, let’s start, I’m kind of camera shy so...” She frowned and held out her big makeup case. I assumed the other case was just a backup. My eyes widened as I rolled up my sleeves.

“Well, this way, ma’dam.” She chuckled at my dramatic act, but followed me either way. “Your house is huge.” She commented while staring at our chandelier.

“Yeah, Hyunsuk likes to show it off to girls.” I punched Junhyuk on the arm as the girl raised a brow.

She was wearing a casual sweater with black skinnies. Her eyes were fierce as she her makeup was carefully and precisely done. It was amazing what she did with makeup.

I was lowkey jealous.

I showed her to our filming room and she gasped. “What?” I quickly said.

She shook her head in laughter. “Nothing, it’s just so weird to see this room since it’s in all of your videos. I feel famous, heh,” She chuckled before sitting on the bench we had for filming. “Let’s start!” She cheered.

I sucked in a breath at all of her products. I don’t know what I got myself into.

“Um, so just when we tell you to say your name, just say it. We don’t really write a script since we mostly vlog and do dumb challenges.” I said sheepishly. She nodded and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Great. I feel so secure now.” She said, sarcasm laced in her voice. I snorted and had Junhyuk turn on the camera.

“Good, we’re starting in three.. two..” The red light was on.

“Yo wassup guys, this is big bunny with,”

“Lil bunny!” Junhyuk popped his head in the frame.

“And today, we have a special guest...”

She paused for a moment, staring at me. “Oh, um, y/n.” I snorted and moved on.

“And today we’re doing a very the ‘my friend does my makeup challenge’ since I think it’s well known that you do makeup now.” Y/n rolled her eyes and nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure everyone and their mom has seen my works for now. I guess I can’t be too mad about that.” I laughed and clapped my hands together.

“So, uh, it’s sorta self-explanatory, y/n will be doing my makeup today and I hope I’ll look pretty afterwards.” I did the famous flower pose, and she pretended to barf. “Rude.” I mumbled, but I couldn’t help the smile that lit up my face.

“First, foundation.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It took 3 hours for her to do my makeup, and she told me that was her rushing. The filming process was tiring and hard.

“Ok, done with the eyes, not all we have left is lips.” She cheered, showing me my face with a small mirror. I saw the intense brown and smokey eyeshadow, which made my eyes pop. I burst out laughing, same as Junhyuk.

She gasped and hit my shoulder. “Shut up! You look hot.” She commented. I tried not to blush as she said that. I giggled instead and tried to kiss her cheek. She pushed me away. I expected that.

“Relax your lips.” I raised my brows in surprise, a cheeky smile appearing on my face.

“Excuse me?” She hit my shoulder, making me gasp in pain.

“Stop talking and do as I say.” I relaxed my lips, trying not to laugh as she applied lipstick to me.

I let my eyes run over her soft features. Her brows were knotted together from focus and she pursed her lips, scrunching her nose as well. She was even more beautiful up close.

“There, you’re all finished.” She said, clapping her hands together. I took one look at myself with lipstick on and wished I could burn the photo as fast as possible. She giggled as she kept staring at me.

“I hope you think you’re beautiful because this is some of my best work.” She pouted and shoved the mirror in my face. I could hear Junhyuk giggling in the background.

“You’re right, I look fabulous.” I hummed, appeasing her.

“And uh, that’s it for this video! See you all next week, hopefully I’ll look like me again.” I laughed in the camera’s face and sighed, my back aching from having her draw on my face for so long.

“Don’t be such a wimp, Hyunsuk. You look fine.” She said while putting all her makeup away. I took out the wipes and started to wipe away. “I need to sleep, I cannot have this all of my face. How do girls put this on everyday?”

“Because girls are stronger than men?” Junhyuk noted from afar. Y/n nodded and saluted him. “You were raised well, Junhyukie.”

I bit my tongue from saying he was raised by me.

“Well, this was fun, but I need to get home now. I have work in the mornings, see you sometime.” She walked downstairs, her makeup clanking with each step.

“It’s weird seeing you after high school, I feel like we’re so different, yet the same.” She nodded and leaned against the door frame.

“I feel like I see you everyday because of your vlogs, maybe that’s why your fans think they’re dating you.” She teased. I blushed and shook my head with a smile.

“Sorry, you’re probably gotten some weird messages.” She snorted and pulled out her phone.

“Look, some girl asked me what were your favorite things to do in bed, and asked me if I could show her.” My eyes widened at the message. “It’s disgusting. Like, why would I share with that with her pfft.” She joked and I hit her on the arm playfully.

“Just go, you have a long day tomorrow.” She sighed, like she was remembering the long day she would have.

“You’re right. Good night, Hyunsuk.”

I gave her a small smile. “Night y/n. Drive safely.”

She nodded and walked out the door.

I watched her leave, making sure she got out of the driveway safely.

“oOOoOOoO Hyunsuk’s got a crush!”

“Shut up, Junhyuk!”

But I couldn’t help but smile.

❀ ❀ ❀

I uploaded the video a week after we filmed it as editing had taken longer than usual and we had videos that were already planned.

I watched as the comments flooded in.

“omg, so theyre only friends? darn they look so cute together!”

“she’s hilarious!!! have her in more of your videos!!”

“her laugh is annoying and her makeup skills... yikes. how did she make it?”

“uhhhh can i marry this girl? she’s so cute”

“ugh shes so ugly i hate her.”

“omg did u see the way hyunsuk looked at her when she applied his lipstick?? he is in love omg”

“if hyunsuk doesnt tap that soon, i will LMAO”

“Hyung, are you reading the comments?” I immediately scrolled to a more age appropriate one.

I pretended to be surprised when I saw him. “Uh yah, I always do.” He pouted and sat next to me in my bed. “I hate reading them but sometimes I love reading them.” I nodded, knowing how he felt.

“Hyung, I like her, are you going to date her?” Junhyuk asked innocently. I patted his head, thinking about how to respond.

“Dating is a two way street, but I’m sure y/n would like to hang out with us again. She’s really fun to be around.”

Junhyuk nodded and yawned loudly. “Yeah, and pretty.”

I heard him start to snore, as I thought carefully about his words.

“That too.” I mumbled, answering his statement from before.

❀ ❀ ❀

‘omg hyunsuk you wouldn’t believe what just happened’ -y/n.

I jolted up at her text, reading it again.

‘what?? you finally admit youre falling for my good looks?? ;)’

‘...in ur dreams loser.’

I laughed at her response.

‘no, someone came up to me today, in the salon, and asked for a picture with me!!’ My eyes widened at her statement.

‘wtf... cuz u were in one of my videos??’

‘YES. she said she loved us two together and hope we start dating.... i didnt know what to say’

I bit my lip as I typed the next line. ‘uhhhh an ok wouldve sufficed ;)’

‘go away hyunsuk, your lady killer charms wont work on me’ I raised a brow at her text.

‘lady killer?’

‘yah, thats what people call boys like u >:(’

‘well i dont wanna kill girls, i wanna k*ss them :(’

‘..... i need to go back to work, later loser’

‘have fun~’

❀ ❀ ❀

Weeks had passed since I met up with y/n in person and I admit, I was going crazy. Somehow, we were texting daily and the conversations weren’t dry and boring as it was with other girls.

“Hyung, I miss y/n.” Junhyuk whined to me. I rolled my eyes, feeling my heart beat pick up at his words.

“Well, she has work right now. There’s nothing I can do.” I pouted, equally as sad as him. Junhyuk looked at me with puppy eyes.

“Let’s visit her.” He whined with bright eyes. “I don’t see why we can’t, she works in a public place and we can bring her treats.”

I thought long and hard about his suggestion.

One minute later, I spoke.

“Fine, let’s go.”

❀ ❀ ❀

I turned on the car camera we had and waved to the camera.

“Yo guys, it’s big bunny and lil bunny here today, and right now, we are on a secret mission to surprise y/n at work!” I exclaimed, pulling into the drive through window of Dairy Queen.

“So, what you guys don’t know is that y/n LOVES chicken strips and ice cream, so that’s what we are getting her...”

“And all of her co-workers!” Junhyuk added. I nodded.

“Uhhh hi, can I get-”

“OMG ARE YOU CHOI HYUNSUK? AAAHH AND JUNHYUK TOO??? OH MY GOD!!” The girl screamed as I approached the window. I laughed and flashed her a charming smile.

“Hmmm, well yes, do you know who I am?” I teased. The girl nodded, tears filling her eyes. “Aw don’t cry, it’s just me.” I smiled and tilted my head at her. She squealed.

“Oh gosh, what can I get you?” She said quickly. I answered quickly to ease her tension.

“Um, can I got 10 orders of chicken nuggets and 10 oreo blizzards as well?” Her eyes widened.

“Of course, anything else?” I shook my head as she started to take pictures of me. Of course, I smiled for the camera.

“Nope, thank you!” I cheered.

The same thing happened at the next window.

“This is a lot of food, are you guys doing a mukbang?” The girl asked curiously. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders.

“Hmmm not quite, you’ll see when the video airs next Wednesday, stay tuned.” I winked at her as she plopped the food in my hands.

“I love you!” She cheered as we drove away.

Junhyuk and I stared at the camera. “We love our fans, they’re so cute and passionate.” I noted. Junhyuk nodded. “And they’re always so nice.”

We arrived at y/n’s work shortly after and brought the bags with us.

“Damn, it’s so hard to carry the camera and this food at the same time!” I exclaimed, trying to balance everything.

Junhyuk nodded while carrying most of the stuff since I was carrying the camera. “Now, let’s go in!”

We walked in the makeup shop and immediately were bombarded by tons of screaming and yelling.

“OH MY GOD IT’S HYUNSUK AND JUNHYUK!!! AAAHHH”

I saw phones being pulled out and jaws dropping. I would usually pause and look for the cameras, but this time, I was looking for y/n.

And then I saw her.

She was sitting in chair with her eyebrows up to her hairline. “What are you doing?” She mouthed. I held out food. “I got you food, as well as your co-workers.” She wanted to glare at me, but she sighed.

“Oh my god, it’s y/n and Hyunsuk! OH MY OJGKSDFJG”

“MY SHIP! AAAHH! IT’S HAPPENING!” I saw girls whipping out their phones, but I didn’t care.

Y/n then stood up abruptly and guided me to break room. I had switched off the camera as she pulled me away, knowing my viewers would be curious about what we would talk about, alone.

She then pointed at the freezer. “Put the blizzards in the freezer.” She said while setting the chicken strips on the table. She looked stressed and I was quite confused. Most girls would be fawning over me right now...

Junhyuk was still outside, probably chatting it up with the older girls.

“Surprise?” I said sheepishly with a smile, but she only gave me a hard one back. “What’s wrong?” I asked quietly. She sighed and crossed her arms, which was a bad sign.

“Nothing it’s just... I don’t know, a little stressed out?” I tilted my head in curiosity.

“‘Cause of work?” She nodded and started to eat one of the blizzards.

“Yes, that and ever since our scandal blew up, business has been booming and of course, I’m happy! But it’s been quite overwhelming... and also, some people just come in my work to stalk me out and it’s quite annoying, and sorta scary. I don’t know... people aren’t always nice...” She trailed off, her eyes turning glossy.

I felt my heart pinch as I never meant to hurt her because of my fame. I took a step towards her, but she took one back.

“Ouch.” I spat out loud, coming out harsher than I had wanted.

“I’m sorry, Hyunsuk. Whatever you’re trying to do, I don’t want it. Actually, I just can’t handle it...” She looked into the distance as she said her next works. “You’re a great guy but...”

I nodded, gritting my teeth.

“Don’t worry, I understand.” I said a little too harshly. The girl stepped back, surprised because of my harsh tone.

“I get it, you’re scared. So was every girl I was interested in, you’re the same as them I guess. I was wrong.” I said impulsively.

Shit, why did I say that?

Y/N’s expressions dropped, making me regret my words. She scoffed and put the blizzard down.

“If you think I’m the same as every other girl, then you’re wrong.” She defended, crossing her arms, her eyes angry and stern.

I gulped, unable to say anything else. My blood was boiling and I felt like kicking something, but my mom raised me better than to do that.

Then, Junhyuk came into the room.

“Hey, um, sorry I got carried away.”

The atmosphere was tense as y/n and I were still breathing heavily.

“C’mon, we’re leaving.” I snapped, taking my keys out.

Junhyuk glanced over to y/n. “W-what, we-”

“Let’s go.” I raised my tone at him which meant I was mad. He knew I never would raise my tone for no reason.

“You can sneak out the back door.”

I nodded, not wanting to acknowledge her kindness.

“And Hyunsuk?” She spoke up. I took a deep breath before spinning around.

“Yes?”

“I hope the next girl is different. And I hope you toss the ego of yours out the window because it’s getting unattractive.”

I grit my teeth and tore open the door, practically tossing Junhyuk outside.

“What-”

“Nothing. I’m done. We’re done or whatever.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It had been two days since the event and I was still upset.

Was I being a prick?

How dare she say my ego was unattractive! I was confident, but never cocky. I knew my fame, but I never took advantage of it.

Soon, my door popped open and Junhyuk poked his head in.

“Hyung, are you okay?” He asked quietly. I snorted and grabbed my phone off the night stand.

“I’m fine.” I said harshly, immediately regretting it as he looked hurt. I sighed and turned on my lamp. “Come here.” I whispered. He ran over to me and laid on my bed, cuddling my soft blanket.

I patted his head as he closed his eyes.

“Are you and y/n over?”

I clenched my jaw, feeling hurt all over at her name.

“We never started, Junhyuk, never started.”

I thought Junhyuk fell asleep until he played with my sleeve.

“Hyung?” He whispered. I nodded and pulled him closer to me.

“Yeah?”

“She’s right, sometimes your ego gets a little much. And not because you walk around like you’re the hottest shit, it’s because you’re trying to throw her into this lifestyle too quickly and judging her when she couldn’t handle it.”

“You should’ve told her that you would fight for her when she told you to go away... girls like that stuff.”

I gasped and flicked his forehead. “You were listening.” He blushed and nodded quickly.

“I was... sorry. But I couldn’t help it. You guys sounded too scary to get involved.”

I gave him a tight smile and patted his head a bit harder.

“When did you learn what girls like?”

Junhyuk giggled and locked eyes with me. “You. You always told me that precious things should be fought for. And I think y/n can be a precious person to you.”

And at those words, he fell asleep.

Fuck, I screwed up.

❀ ❀ ❀

Was getting roses too much for an apology? No... y/n likes the color red. She’ll like these.

But she hates having so much attention on her.

But I’ll be the only one there... so that’s only a one person attention.

I sighed and adjusted my gray button up.

It was the end of her shift for the day, meaning there was no people in the salon besides. I remember her telling me that she stayed 30 minutes after the salon closed so that she could clean up.

I took a deep breath and entered the salon.

“We’re closed-”

She stopped talking when she saw me standing there with roses and with a suit. She dropped her broom and covered her mouth.

“Oh my god, you did not!” She exclaimed, surprise written all over her face.

I nodded and smiled softly. “I did though...” She stared at me with adoration and she crossed her arms.

“So... you finally put your ego away?”

I nodded and handed her the flowers. “Yes, my brother told me I was a dumbass, and I realized he was right. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, you were right to have your own feelings about being put in the spotlight. I was a prick for thinking everyone was used to the celeb life.” I smirked and poked her with a flower.

She huffed and pushed it away, glaring at me. “You’re an idiot.”

I nodded slowly.

“Only for you.”

I leaned in to kiss her, but the girl backed away slowly. “U-um, sorry, lemme try that again.” She whispered, scrunching her nose together.

I chuckled at her shyness, but leaned in once more, finally getting that kiss I’ve always wanted.

[BREAKING] Y/N and YouTuber Choi Hyunsuk confirmed to be dating! They were spotted locking lips in Y/n’s very own salon after hours! Congrats to the new couple!

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First Impression - Part 2

Genre: Museum!AU

Pairing: Youngjae (Got7) x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

You loved your job. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to, but now you could safely say you really and truly did.

For about three years, you’d been a curator at the art museum. It hadn’t been part of your life plan, though you actually hadn’t even had a life plan to begin with. You were the kind of person to live totally in the present, living life practically day to day and going wherever the wind took you.

You’d only landed this job through a series of lucky - and sometimes slightly odd - happenstances and coincidences. After graduating from college with your Bachelor’s degree in Art, you’d been given the opportunity to intern at a museum back in your hometown. This led you to getting your Master’s in Museum Studies, and a curating job in a city hours away just kind of... landed in your lap. Not really, but things had worked out too well for you to refuse.

So here you were. Three years later, still loving life. Which was quite an accomplishment seeing how resistant (and, dare I say, downright scared) you were regarding anything long-term.

Maybe the reason you loved this job so much was that just about every day was different. You were never bored. Working in a museum was actually a lot more unpredictable than you’d imagined, especially as a curator. Opportunities for new exhibits almost constantly popped up, and you frequently traveled all over to do research and negotiate which artworks would be coming back with you. Plus, the immense pride you felt when an exhibit came together and looked spectacular was something you couldn’t quite explain.

This Renoir exhibit was most definitely the pinnacle of your career so far. You’d traveled to New York, San Francisco, Paris, and London to build this little collection, and if the ticket sales and patron comments were any indications... it was a huge success.

But it was only the second day after opening, so you didn’t want to count your chickens before they hatched.

You were currently out on the gallery floor, observing and wanting to see if maybe the paintings could be arranged better or if the walls were too close together. You wanted all of the visitors to enjoy themselves, but you also didn’t want them touching or even brushing up against any of the pieces.

Things seemed to be going all right, and you had just finished whispering to a security guard to keep an eye on the lady with the huge purse... when someone caught your eye.

You weren’t sure if he’d caught your eye because he’d just been looking at you or if it was simply because he was eye-catching. Either way, you now found yourself studying him.

The way his dark hair hung just so, exposing his forehead. It was shaggy but not messy, and you could so clearly (you weren’t sure why) imagine running your fingers through it. His eyes were curious and sparkling, his lips full and pensive. The way he was focused on the paintings and whatever he was writing made you want to pick his brain. What was he thinking? What was he writing?

And then you noticed he glanced at you. You quickly looked away, glad he wasn’t able to know your heart had started to beat just a little bit faster.

But... why? Why was it beating faster?

You saw people at the museum every single day. What was so special or different about him?

The security guard standing near you shifted his stance, and it was just enough movement to pull you out of your own head. You blinked quickly, your head jerking the tiniest bit.

Come on, you thought to yourself. No time to be daydreaming.

You were at work, after all, and you had to focus on the exhibit.

Not the really cute guy stealing glances at you.

When you left work that evening, you figured you would completely forget about whoever that guy was by the time you returned the next morning. You would go home, cook some dinner, watch some Netflix, do a face mask, get some sleep... and tomorrow morning, you would sit down at your desk and carry on with work as usual.

So, riddle me this.

It was tomorrow morning. Yesterday was officially behind you, and you were sitting in your comfortable office chair, replying to emails and still thinking about that guy. That dark-haired, wide-eyed, sweet-faced guy. You almost wished there was a plausible way to figure out his name, but you knew that was toeing the line of being a stalker.

Besides. If he enjoyed the exhibit as much as he seemed to, judging by all the notes he’d scribbled down, he would probably be back.

You let out a huff of a sigh, blowing your hair out of your face and attempting to blow thoughts of this mystery guy out of your head. You’d never let any guy distract you from your work before; you would most certainly not be starting today.

He was here again.

That really cute guy.

It was the third time in two weeks, so you really had to wonder if he was here to admire the Renoir exhibit or if he was here to admire… something else.

Or someone else?

Maybe it was because, despite your efforts, you had been thinking about him for the better part of those two weeks which made you hope he was in the same situation.

Because... you’d asked around. You hadn’t tried to look through the system for his name attached to a ticket, but you’d asked a couple security guards and tour guides if they’d noticed him. If he’d come any other times when you weren’t there.

One security guard, a buff, young man who secretly loved gossip, informed you he, too, had noticed the guy. But he’d only seen him here the three times, just like you had.

So. He only came during your shifts, as far as you knew. Interesting.

Whether or not that was a coincidence…

Well, you wanted to find out. You couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay any longer.

Even though talking to the museum patrons was nowhere to be found in your job description, you walked up to him and cleared your throat gently.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” you asked, smiling politely.

He smiled back at you, though his smile was a lot brighter and more beaming than yours. It kind of made your heart skip a beat if you were being honest.

Damn, he’s got a perfect set of teeth.

“I actually have a lot of questions about the new exhibit,” he told you with a soft, somewhat timid laugh, breaking through your super random thought about his teeth.

“Oh?” you breathed. “Well… I’m the curator, I can tell you anything you need to know.”

“Really?” He looked surprised (and incredibly adorable), so you nodded.

“Really,” you smirked. And then you held your hand out and introduced yourself.

“Youngjae,” he replied as he shook your hand.

“Shall we?” You held your arm out, gesturing toward the rest of the exhibit.

The two of you began slowly strolling through the gallery, stopping at each piece for however long it took you to answer Youngjae’s questions. He had a lot, which was not surprising, but you easily supplied all the answers.

“You really know which questions to ask,” you pointed out as you stepped away from Dance at Bougival.

Youngjae smiled bashfully, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I’m an art student.”

“Are you?” Oh, god, if he was an art student, he was much too young for you, damn it--

“I’m getting my Master’s in Art History,” he continued, much to your relief. Like, literally, you almost let out an audible sigh because thank the lord. A graduate student, not an undergraduate student. “I’m actually in my last semester, writing my thesis on Impressionism.”

“Aha,” you chuckled. “That would explain why you’re here.”

He nodded, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush a little.

“You know,” you began, stopping in front of Dance in the City. “I have to admit. I’ve… noticed this isn’t your first time here.”

Youngjae blushed a little, his smile growing ever wider and even more bashful. “Yeah, I just – it’s for my thesis, and I wanted to –”

Everything about his expression and his body language (he was currently gently kicking the ground and slightly avoiding eye contact with you and drumming his fingers against his jeans) told you he hadn’t come here just for the art.

So you had to assume he’d felt that same strange, intangible pull you’d felt toward him.

“I’m not a tour guide or anything,” you interrupted. “But I know just about all there is to know about Renoir and a few other Impressionist painters. I would be happy to... maybe sit down and go through your thesis with you? If you’re having trouble with it.”

Youngjae’s head snapped up, his eyebrows raised halfway up his forehead as he looked at you with surprise. “You -- really?”

“Absolutely. I was a grad student once myself, not too long ago. And I’ve just spent the last couple months putting this exhibit together. My brain is in full-on Impressionism mode,” you told him with a chuckle. “I can give you my email?”

Because, to be quite honest, giving your phone number to a museum guest - and one you’d just met - was a little crazy. Right?

...Right?

You were probably overthinking the situation, but whatever.

“Oh -- oh, sure,” Youngjae nodded. He flipped to an empty page in his notebook, turning it toward you and handing you his pen.

You quickly jotted down your email, a soft smile pulling at your lips as you wondered if anything would even come of this. Maybe your assumption was totally off-base, and he really was just here for the art.

But he at least had your email address now. If you heard from him, great. If you didn’t, you would get over it. I mean, there was really nothing to get over at this point. You’d never been one to dwell on the past, anyway, so you were used to taking these small kinds of risks.

“You’re sure about this?” Youngjae asked when you gave him his pen back.

“Very. I love talking about art,” you assured him. “It would be selfish of me to keep all this knowledge to myself!”

A quiet laugh escaped Youngjae’s lips, and even though it was quiet, it was enough to melt your heart. You instantly wanted to hear him laugh fully. A loud, robust laugh. In fact, you wanted to make him laugh.

(You were almost second-guessing your own thoughts about being fine with him never contacting you...)

You were just about to start talking about Dance in the City, but you saw a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye. Your brow furrowed as your gaze shifted, seeing your boss standing nearby and waving you over.

“Excuse me,” you murmured to Youngjae before slipping away and hurrying over.

“What are you doing?” your boss asked with a curious chuckle.

“Oh, I just -- he’s an art student, I was offering to help --” You realized he probably didn’t even really care, so you cut yourself off. “What’s going on?”

“Did you forget about lunch?”

...Yes. Yes, you had. You remembered now that your boss had announced a celebratory lunch for you and the staff members who’d helped you with the exhibit. He was taking you all to a nearby four-star restaurant, and you would surely get a little too tipsy from all the wine you’d drink. But if your boss was paying for it, could you really refuse?

You spared a glance back at Youngjae, but he was too busy studying the painting to notice your gaze on him.

I mean... you’d talked to him. You’d given him a way to contact you. Sure, you would like to continue talking to him, but there was no way you would choose a guy you’d just met over free lunch courtesy of your boss.

So you simply shifted your eyes back to your boss, smiled softly, and nodded.

“Lunch, of course. Lead the way, sir!”

You’d thought Youngjae hadn’t been paying attention when you’d glanced back at him. And he’d done a good job of looking like he was studying the painting.

But he’d been watching you out of the corner of his eye.

Not watching in a creepy way, of course. Just... watching. Waiting to see what was going to happen.

He was, as you can imagine, a bit disappointed when you left. He wasn’t expecting you to come and say good-bye to him or anything, but... still. He’d been having an excellent time asking you questions, actually getting to talk to you.

But he had your email, at least. And if you thought, for some reason, he wasn’t going to contact you... oh, how wrong you were.

Youngjae slid his backpack around so he could slip his notebook inside and enjoy the rest of the exhibit (though his mind was a bit distracted, thinking through the fairly long encounter he’d just had with the magnetic curator he’d been daydreaming about for days now).

About an hour later, Youngjae was making his way out of the museum. He’d skipped yet another French class for this, so he felt like he needed to go to his professor’s office and ask if there was any extra credit work he could do to make up for the time he’d missed.

When he passed the front desk, though, a sign caught his eye. Just like he had a couple of weeks ago when another sign caught his eye, he stopped walking, his foot lifted up in mid-air. He took some steps backward. He read the sign again.

Interns wanted. Apply here if interested.

Part 3

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