#frantically doing pointless stuff that can wait for the morning

[lazy-cat-corner]

What the fandom thought a show about Loki would be like when Thor isn’t around

How Loki really is when Thor isn’t around

#nyooom #hmm who knew Thor was the one who mellows him out #episode 2 is just validation for my headcanon that loki gets the zoomies at 2 am and often wakes people running back and forth #frantically doing pointless stuff that can wait for the morning #okay but imagine him like that with thanos 🤣 #thanos: so loki do you understand what you’re supposed to do? #loki dumping salt on thanos’s dinner: Yes! #loki series spoilers #loki series #loki

[quillsandtypos]

Ski Trip

Summary: when the reader agrees to go on the annual ski trip up to the mountains with her boyfriend, Luke, and her friends she expected to go looking at mountains. But what she ends up doing doesn't require much hiking

Pairings: alive!Luke Patterson x reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: THIS IS NSFW FOREPLAY SMUT PEOPLE

If any of you have ever had a conversation with me and you read this fic, no you didn't

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"What are you two doing tomorrow?" Julie asked you.

You rolled into your stomach and propped your head up in your hands. “I’m not sure, but I know what we're doing next weekend, unfortunately.”

That peaked Julie’s interest, you weren’t usually much of a complainer. “Why unfortunately?” she questioned.

“Because I'm going on the Ski trip with him,” you whined. You wanted to spend time with Luke, you just didn't wanna go on the trip.

“Oh my god, you get to go?” she excitedly asked.

“Not helping,” you commented.

Julie smirked. “Sorry not sorry, I’ve been trying to get you to go for the past two years. And the first year, I couldn’t even go,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, so why would I have gone if you and Flynn weren’t even gonna be there?” you asked. As if on cue, Flynn walked down the stairs.

“Heard you guys were talking about me, all good things I hope?” she spoke as she walked down the stairs.

“Always,” you said, somewhat sarcastically.

She motioned for you to scoot over so she could have some space on the couch.

“So, if we’re done talking about me, did I hear someone say something about the ski trip?” Flynn questioned.

Before you could open your mouth Julie was already telling Flynn about how you were coming on the trip.

“You are?” Flynn squealed.

You tried to not get excited from their joy, but it was impossible; they were contagious.

You shyly smiled. “Yes, I’m going.”

“Yayyy!” Flynn yelled. The girl was practically jumping up and down.

“Oh who are you sharing a room with?” Flynn asked.

“Luke and I are,” you answered.

The girls exchanged a look you knew all too well.

“Shut up!” You covered your face with a pillow.

“We didn’t say anything!” they protested in almost complete unison.

You could feel your cheeks burning up. “Yeah, but you thought it,” you argued.

“Well whether we thought it or said it, you’re sharing a room with your boyyyyyyyfriend,” Flynn sang.

“If you guys start sing teasing me, I will leave,” you threatened.

“Don’t you need us to pick out your outfits?” Julie remembered.

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

“So in other words you have no leverage?” Flynn realized.

“I’m your ride home,” you reminded her.

“Outfits it is, but do not think we will be forgetting about this!” Flynn cried as she walked up to your bedroom.

“Whatever Flynn!” you yelled back.

“She’s right you know,” Julie slyly commented.

You just huffed in response.

The two of them did a very good job at helping maximize your california wardrobe for the mountains. Granted you had to go buy a couple things in advance, but overall, you felt confident that you could bear the cold of the mountains.

“Alright, I think you’ll survive,” Flynn proclaimed.

You closed your suitcase, and surprisingly you didn’t even have to sit on it.

“Thank you guys, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, it was our pleasure, especially since you’re actually coming this year,” Julie said.

You dropped them both back off their houses and they were nice enough to spare you from embarrassing you in the car ride.

...........

You heard someone creeping up behind you as you grabbed your stuff to head to your second class, and as you felt arms wrap around your waist you knew it was Luke.

You turned to face him. “So I was thinking if we get one of the window rooms then we can see the snow when it falls,” he proposed.

Your face lit up. “Wait, it’s gonna snow when we’re up there?” you excitedly asked.

He happily watched your beaming face “I mean that’s what the weather said.”

“Oh my god! I haven’t seen snow since-” you paused, “actually I don’t remember, but it’s been awhile.”

“Well there’s a good chance that’s gonna happen,” he said.

“You know you’re actually required to show up to school for them to allow you to come right?” you teased. Though originally it had been a legitimate concern.

He licked his lips. “I’ve been coming everyday so I could come on this trip,” he defended himself.

“Coming to school and staying in school are two very different things Patterson,” you playfully reminded him.

He leaned in closer and his voice got quieter. “And what’s that?”

You resisted the urge to swallow and pulled away from him. “One is what I’m doing right now, because I need to go to class.”

He pulled his lips tightly before sighing. “You got me there,” he admitted.

“I always do,” you said, as you started walking off. You turned around to see him still standing there, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bring you joy.

“Go to class Luke!” you yelled back at him.

“You got it!” he saluted you and walked the other way.

You playfully rolled your eyes. That boy would be the death of you, but you supposed there were worse ways to go.

That Friday you didn’t have any school since the school board figured it was pointless to send a bunch of kids to school the day before they went on a ski trip. There wasn’t going to be any actual learning anyway. You usually would’ve spent some of the day at Julie’s; which you did, but today it wasn’t in the studio for practice. You figured since she had helped you pack, you could at least keep her company as she packed.

“So who are you sharing a room with?” you asked her, as she sorted through her jeans.

“Me and Flynn just figured we’d share one,” Julie said offhandedly.

You chose to not comment on how she was obviously forcing herself to be casual.

“Ah I see, do you know if Alex and Reg are coming?”

“Yeah, and get this Alex and Willie are sharing a room,” she gossiped.

“I’m calling it right now, they're gonna start dating by the end of the weekend,” you hypothesized.

“I 100% agree.”

The two of you spent the next hour or so just discussing what sort of things you wanted to do while you were there over the weekend, and of course how much Flynn was running around her house frantically changing outfits. You actually were excited about going, not necessarily about the actual trip, and about dealing with certain classmates, but you were looking forward to being with Luke and hanging out with your friends.

For some reason when you woke up the next morning you were a little nervous, you supposed it was because you had never been skiing or snowboarding for that matter.

You got ready pretty minimally considering you were soon to be on a five hour bus ride. None of your family was up yet so when Luke pulled into your driveway you slipped out the door.

“You got everything?” Luke asked.

“Everything except my chill,” you responded with a smile.

“You’re gonna be alright, and you don’t have to do anything there you don’t wanna do, so if you don’t wanna risk a broken leg, then don’t.”

Despite your anxieties, you knew he was still right.

“Thanks Luke.”

“Anything for you.”

When the two of you got to the bus everyone else in your group had already gotten there. You, the rest of the band, Flynn, and Willie had made a plan for the bus.

“We have arrived,” you announced to your friends as you and Luke took your spots.

“And just in time too, people kept trying to take your seats,” Willie reported.

“Thanks for saving them,” Luke responded.

The two of you continued chatting with the rest of your friends until the bus driver instructed everyone to take their seats. The majority of everyone slept on the way up there but you were too anxious to get there to sleep. Instead you watched youtube as Luke napped on your shoulder.

“Luke, Luuuuuuuuuuuke, Luooooooooooooooke,” you spoke. You were trying to wake him up quietly but you were starting to realize that wasn’t going to work.

Luckily Reggie was awake. “Oh he’s a heavy sleeper, that’s not gonna work.”

Reggie basically got himself so he was dangling off both sides of his chair before yelling in his ear.

Luke awakened with a jolt, looking fairly startled.

You weren’t entirely sure whether you should laugh, throw Reggie under the bus, or maybe both.

“What happened?” Luke asked.

“I woke you up,” Reggie answered innocently.

“By yelling in my ear?” Luke groggily questioned.

Reggie quickly tried to backpedal himself out of this situation. “I mean I don’t think the method is relevant, the important thing is that you’re up.”

Luke wasn’t awake enough to deal with the situation at hand. He just chose to lay his head back on your shoulder.

By the time you had made it to the hotel you were ready to collapse. Luke laughed when you flung yourself onto one the beds.

“Should I be worried?” he asked, mostly as a joke.

“No,” you smiled and rubbed your face, “I’m just really tired.”

“You couldn’t sleep on the bus?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” you groaned.

“You know what would help?” he asked.

“Do tell,” you inquired, from your face down position.

“This,” he said, before he jumped on the bed beside you. He curled his warm body around you and pulled you in.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” you responded. You attempted to melt further into him. You laid there in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

“Luke we should probably go do things,” you suggested. You attempted to get up but he pulled you back down.

You stayed with him but you turned around so you were facing him. “Luke?”

“Yes, y/n?”

You bit your lip, you had to admit, it was pretty cute. “Are you going to let me get up?” you asked.

He looked into your eyes lovingly. “Well if you’re trying to leave then no.”

“So that would be a no.”

“Well if you look at it that way then yeah,” he admitted with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Luke come o-” the rest of your sentence didn’t quite make it out. Your smart boyfriend decided to use your weak spot on your back against you.

“You wanna go now?” he teased.

“Not necessarily,” you lazily responded.

You could feel your willpower fading as the light stokes up and down your back sent a calm wave of chills through your body. But you knew if you didn’t use your chance now there was a good chance you weren’t getting out of that bed today.

“Luke come on we gotta go,” you whined. It’s not like you weren’t enjoying yourself, you most definitely were, but your friends had to be wondering where the two of you were.

“Alright, alright, fine,” he gave in.

“Can I have a kiss though?” he sweetly pleaded.

You gladly agreed, but you realized his plan of not leaving the room hadn’t quite ended when the kiss started leading down to your jaw.

“Luke you’re not sly,” you laughed.

“Oh is that so?” he asked, as he moved down to your jawline.

You nodded your head.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” he purred.

Okay, so he maybe had a point.

“You can tell me to stop,” he reminded you. He looked into your eyes for any sign of you wanting him to stop and waited.

“Unless of course, you don’t want me to stop?” he asked, with the biggest smirk you had ever seen on his face.

“Not necessarily,” you said, completely avoiding his eye contact.

He crawled over top of you, “What was that princess?” he asked.

You forced yourself to look into those beautiful blue eyes, and that devilish smile. “No, I don’t want you to stop Luke.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.” He bent his head down at your jawline, this time starting on the side of your jaw bone. He sucked at the skin and you bit your cheek down on a moan. He moved down from your neck pressing harder and making it harder for you to control yourself.

“Luke,” you moaned.

“Yes?”

“No marks.”

He smirked. “It’s a little late for that one.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics. “You suck.”

“I don’t think you're exactly in the position to be saying those sort of things,” he warned.

You raised your eyebrows. As if he thought you would back down that easily. “Really?”

He licked his lips and shrugged.

“Make me,” you insisted.

“Bad choice of words,” he threatened. In a second his shirt was off and one of his arms held your’s down and above you.

This time he noticed when you swallowed. “Nervous?” he asked, his lips quirked up.

He might’ve been starting to get to you, but you weren’t going to admit to it. “You wish Patterson,” you tested.

His head dipped down towards your collarbone. He lightly sucked on it and gradually increased his intensity until your body unwillingly gave you away and you gutturally moaned.

He jutted his chin out, the fire in his eyes on stage was nothing in comparison to this. “What about now?”

“Yes, Luke,” you groaned out.

He somehow managed to pull your shirt off with you laying down, and managed to unhook your bra with minimal difficulties.

His mouth softly sucked on the very top of your nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

As he continued sucking at a rapid rate you felt the knot in your stomach twisting further, just as you thought it was going to release Luke stopped.

“How much do you want it?” he asked as he slowly pulled your pants down.

You were not going to give him the satisfaction of begging.

You felt a finger glide across your clit ever so slightly and back and forth he kept going, ever so slowly.

A whimper escaped your lips.

“Beg for me, that’s all you have to do,” he promised. He was most definitely enjoying himself.

He moved back up to your nipples but instead he moved as slow as he could, he was trying to break you.

“Come on princess, you know you want it,” he taunted.

A sole finger swiped down your pussy and your breath hitched.

“Luke please,” you moaned.

“What please? I think it has something to do with fucking you silly,” he hinted. He once again crawled over top of you to be able to see your face. Like a predator stalking prey.

“Please rail the shit out of me Luke,” you whined.

“That was all you had to say princess.”

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[fallen-gravity]

Intellectual Adequacy

Stan hates to start any unnecessary conflict, especially when there’s a very real chance that Ford will be moving to California next year, but he knows deep down that if they don’t talk about this now then he’ll never have the courage to bring it up again.

“Wait,” Stan shouts to Ford, and he stops dead in his tracks.

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Notes: In which one little plot bunny that was preventing me from getting any work done becomes its own rabbit hole.

I genuinely cannot believe that in the six-seven years I've been in this fandom, I've never tried my hand at the fix-it-fic where Stan and Ford just talk it out as teenagers, just like they should've in canon. I've seen a lot of different approaches, but I feel like I've yet to see one that tackles it from the perspective of Stan's own battle with his self-worth, rather than the actions he or Ford have already taken.

AO3

Stan hates the principal’s office more than anywhere else in the world.

He swears, he’s called down every other week for something that’s not even his fault. He punched Crampelter in the nose for harassing some poor freshman? Principal’s office. He talks back to a teacher calling his classmate stupid for forgetting an “obvious” geometry equation? Principal’s office. He accidentally drops his pencil during an exam and bends over to pick it up? He must be cheating. Principal’s office.

If you asked him, the whole idea of sending kids to the principal’s office is pointless to begin with. Oh, you did something bad, and now we’re gonna make the big man in charge tell your mommy and daddy? How old do these people think they are?

Stan wishes he could say that this time is okay because they’re not even talking to him. They’re talking up a storm to Ford in there about another college scholarship and all the reasons why he and he alone would be the perfect candidate for some random school all the way out in California

But it’s not okay, because the longer Stan sits in the dumb waiting room the more he’s starting to feel like chopped liver. They’ve been in there for at least five minutes with no sign of stopping anytime soon, but every time Stan asks the secretary if he can just go back to class already she dismisses him with a wave of her hand and it’ll be your turn soon, sit back down.

He’s thinking of just sneaking out the next time the secretary buries her nose back into her magazine. It’s simple: just wait for her to pull it out from her desk, sneak by as quick as he can, and slip out the door and back to class before she can even notice he’s gone.

He stands from his chair, pretending to stretch and preparing to execute, but freezes solid when he hears his name being spoken from within the principal’s office.

“…What about our little free spirit Stanley?”

It’s Ma, and whatever it is they’re talking about in there, she isn’t happy about it. Frowning, Stan glances over at the secretary to make sure that she isn’t staring at him, and presses his ear to the office door to listen to their conversation more carefully.

The principal laughs in response. “That clown? At this rate he’ll be lucky if he graduates high school”

Stan’s taken aback by the harsh choice of words, but if he knows Ford, then he won’t just sit there and let the principal talk about him like that. He presses his ear further into the door, waiting for Ford to interrupt the principal’s rambling about how he’s never going to amount to anything with you just don’t know him like I do, or something along those lines, but it never comes.

Not a single interjection that…anything he’s saying is wrong. Not from Pa, not from Ford….and not even from Ma.

They don’t…all really believe that, right?

There has to be something else he’s missing. He bets they’re defending his honor right now, and the reason they’re not making a big scene about it is because they’re in public.

Yeah.

He’s got nothing to worry about.

He peeks into the window, expecting to see Ma glaring daggers into the principal, or Ford silently cursing him out behind his back, but what he’s met with is so much worse. Ma and Pa are exchanging warm smiles, and Ford is frantically shaking hands with the principal, beaming brighter than Stan’s ever seen in his entire life.

Matter of fact, Stan’s not sure he’s ever seen any of them look so happy in his entire life.

He’s worthless, he’ll never go anywhere, and they’re all smiling about it.

Stan’s heart drops to his stomach, and he slides to the floor to join it.

Is this some kind of cruel joke? Were they expecting him to listen in on their conversation? Is this their cruel workaround of telling him he’ll never amount to shit?

He sighs.

He stays there on the cold tiled floor for what feels like hours, contemplating all the times he’s been called dumb, or stupid, or a terrible influence on his brother. All of those times when he could brush it off just because it was coming from someone he didn’t care about.

But worthless?

Behind his back, spoken directly to people he loves, and they won’t even bother to defend him?

That one’s new, and if Stan is going to be completely honest with himself, it’s much harder to brush off his shoulders than all those other times.

Stan doesn’t even notice the office door opening until it nearly smacks him in the back of his head. He quickly jumps to his feet and brushes himself off, pretending the best that he can that he wasn’t just eavesdropping on them for the past ten minutes.

“Stanley!” Ford comes bursting out of the room, his grin threatening to split his face in two. “I just received the most incredible news! The admissions team at West Coast Tech heard about my science fair project, and-”

The beam suddenly slips from his face, replaced with some sort of mix of confusion and concern. “Is...Something wrong?”

Stan rubs at his eyes to make sure he hadn’t started tearing up without realizing it, but no, his eyes are bone dry.

Curse Ford’s stupid ability to read his mind.

Stan covers up the gesture of rubbing at his eyes with a yawn, and stretches his arms in the air. “Nothing except you taking forever in there” he flashes a fake smile easily. “Talk about a blabbermouth, am I right?” Stan gestures towards the principal with his thumb.

Ford laughs, and returns his gaze to the pamphlet in his hands. “I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t think he’s so bad”

Stan opens his mouth to quip back, but Ford doesn’t seem to be paying much attention anymore. He’s just staring at that dumb pamphlet, his grin slowly but surely returning to his face again.

Instead, Stan shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs, turning his gaze to the floor. “Yeah, I guess you’re right”

~~~

Stan feels like he’s in a haze for the rest of the day. Even when he tries to focus on class to take his mind off of things and redirect it on anything else, he can’t get his mind to stick.  Not even final period gym class can save him, which is really saying something, because the gymnasium is usually the one place where he thrives.

Worthless.

The word won’t stop bouncing around in his skull, hitting him where he’s most sensitive.

It doesn’t help a thing that Ford is dead silent on their walk home from school. He’s usually chatting up a storm to Stan about stuff he doesn’t really understand, and under normal circumstances Stan can’t wait to get home so he can bury his head in his pillow and drown out the sound of Ford’s babbling.

But today he’s not even looking in Stan’s direction, just burying his nose in the West Coast Tech brochure with stars in his eyes, and now Stan wants nothing more than to hear Ford babbling on about his advanced physics classes.

It’s almost insulting.

Stan sighs, and lightly taps on Ford’s shoulder to catch his attention. “Can we talk?”

“Hmm?” Ford blinks, like he needs a few moments to readjust to reality. “Oh! Of course. I was actually planning on asking you the same thing” he places the brochure in his pocket. “Same place as always?”

Stan nods. “Same place as always”.

It’s a quick change of direction and a shortcut to the beach before they find themselves on their old swing set. By now they’re both too heavy to use it properly without a risk of snapping it, but they still find it’s a good place to go when they just need to get away and talk.

“You’re not really thinking of going to that stuffy old school, are you?” Stan asks as soon as Ford sits on the swing beside him. “They’ve gotta be crazy if they think four more years of essays and exams are better lookin’ than tanned babes and gold chains. We’re so close to finishing up the Stan-O-War. Soon as graduation rolls around we’re outta here, just like we always promised”.

Ford chuckles. “That is a nice thought, but…” he pulls the brochure out of his pocket again, and unfolds it for Stan to see. “You have to understand that I can’t just pass up an opportunity like this. Maybe I don’t need a degree from any old state school, but this is West Coast Tech we’re talking about!” he beams, the stars returning to his eyes. “They’ve got cutting edge technology and multidimensional paradigm theory”

Stan rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but admit to himself it’s nice to have his brother back again after an entire day of radio silence.

“Beep boop, giant nerd robot oncoming” Stan punches Ford in the arm.

Ford’s grin only widens. “I figured you’d say that, but it’s too late to change my mind. The head of admissions already flew in this morning, and with my go-ahead they’re going to check out my science fair project later tonight and let me know then and there if they want me at their school”

“Well that seems kind of harsh” Stan quips. “What if they say no?”

Ford shrugs. “Well, then it’s like you said. If they don’t want me, you and I sail off on the Stan-O War and never look back”.

Stan frowns at the strong emphasis on if. He really thinks he’s going to get this, doesn’t he? Stan can’t exactly blame him when he’s been the reigning valedictorian of their class every year since they were kids.

“And if they say yes?”

Ford grins. “Well, then you better visit me on the other side of the country” he punches Stan in the shoulder, and stands to his feet without saying another word.

Stan can’t bring himself to join him. He knows that Ford didn’t mean anything by it, but he can’t help feel wounded by his brother’s implication that while he’s off in California having the time of his life, Stan’s still gonna be stuck living with their parents in New Jersey.

It’s just like their principal said. He’ll never amount to anything anyway, so why wouldn’t he stay in New Jersey? Where else would a worthless piece of shit like him end up?

Stan shifts on his swing and watches as Ford walks away, and he can’t help but wonder just how much of the principal’s tangent that Ford believed.

All of it?

Some of it?

Had Ford even been listening to what he said at all?

As he continues to watch his brother walk away, he can’t help the feeling in his gut that he has to know. He hates to start any unnecessary conflict, especially when there’s a very real chance that Ford will be moving to California next year, but Stan knows deep down that if they don’t talk about this now then he’ll never have the courage to bring it up again.

“Wait,” Stan shouts to Ford, and he stops dead in his tracks.

“Yeah?” Ford says, turning around to face him. Stan suddenly finds himself very aware of his heart loudly pounding against his chest, but he forces himself to squash that down. He’s never felt shy or anxious about asking his brother anything, and he sure as hell isn’t letting that start now.

“You don’t…uh,” he swallows. “You don’t think I’m…worthless, do you?”

Ford looks appalled. He neatly folds the brochure back into his pocket and starts walking- no, jogging, almost sprinting back to the swing set. He pauses in front of the empty swing beside Stan for a moment, like he’s debating whether he should sit down or not, but eventually he shakes his head and sits down anyway.

“What on earth makes you say that?”  There’s a hint of anger to his tone, but Stan’s not entirely convinced it’s directed at him. “Why would I think you’re worthless? You’re my twin brother! What could’ve possibly put the idea in your head that I thought that?”

There’s a tiny voice in the back of his head screaming at him to back out, brush it off with a joke and have this conversation later, but there’s an even louder voice shouting at him that it needs to be had now.

Stan sighs. “I…overheard everything in the principal’s office today”

Ford blinks, like he doesn’t understand a word that Stan just said. “About…West Coast Tech? Is this because you’re afraid that I’ll get in, but you know you won’t because you’re not even interested in applying anyway, but you know you’re going to miss me, and you’re not sure if you can handle-”

“About me, Sixer!” Stan shouts, and tries his damn hardest to ignore the waver in his voice. “He practically called me a useless piece of shit directly to Ma and Pa and neither of them said a word about it!” He scrubs his hands down his face because he’s not choking up, not over something so pointless and stupid. “You’re going to travel the world and become the smartest person the scientific community has ever seen, or whatever, but me? Apparently I’ll always be stuck here in New Jersey to pick up after everyone else’s messes, because that’s all I’m ever good for”

Stan buries his face in his hands. He hadn’t meant to blow up, and he certainly hadn’t meant to direct his anger at Ford, but he just feels so hopeless, and he’s the only one around who’s willing to listen. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ford returned with anger of his own, or told him off for being selfish, or even if he just decided to stand up and walk away from him for being such an embarrassment.

The silence that follows is thick and heavy. Stan is so convinced that he must’ve driven Ford away that when he feels a hand on his shoulder he nearly jumps a mile out of his skin. When he finally pulls his hands out of his face to meet Ford’s eyes, his face is flushed pink and he looks…embarrassed.

“Stan, I had no idea, I…” he awkwardly pulls his hand away and grips tightly to the chain of his swing. Stan can see Ford’s face shifting through about a dozen different emotions at once. “I…must’ve been too focused on everything else to realize he was saying those things about you.” He shakes his head. “I know it’s not an excuse, but…” he sighs. “I’m sorry”

There’s another bout of silence between them. Stan’s half-expecting that to be the end of it, and for Ford to walk away without another word.  

But Ford breaks the silence with a sigh, and when Stan glances over at him he’s staring down at the ground.

“If it’s any consolation...you’re much smarter than me in a lot more places than you realize”

Okay, now Stan has to laugh. “Okay, now you’re being too nice to me. You don’t need to lie to make me feel better”

“I’m serious!” Ford’s cheeks flush pink again, and he adjusts his glasses before returning his gaze towards Stan. “There’s actually been a fascinating number of studies about intelligence lately, and, well…” Ford’s face is turning redder by the minute, Stan swears. “It turns out that…there’s more than one type”

Stan raises an eyebrow. “You’re losing me here, Sixer”

“Well, you see, I thrive in academic intelligence. Math, science, history, you know, school stuff. That’s the most commonly known type of intelligence because a lot of our formative years are based on it”

Stan doesn’t say anything, just raises his eyebrow even further.

“But,” Ford continues quickly, “They’ve also made discoveries about the existence of social intelligence”

“Social?” Stan blinks, suddenly finding himself significantly more interested. “You mean like talking to people and stuff?”

Ford nods. “Precisely. They say people with high social intelligence are much better at picking up on social cues, and can make friends with others much easier than those with lower social intelligence.” Ford kicks at the sand. “The reason social intelligence hasn’t been recognized is because it’s often mistaken for having a friendly personality”.  His face flushes pink again, like he’s afraid he said the wrong thing. “Not that a person can’t have both, but…”

Stan smirks, nudging at Ford with his elbow. “Stanford Pines, are you calling your good-for-nothing brother intelligent?” He teases, but can’t help the genuine smile creeping to his face.

“Think about it!” Ford throws an arm into the air, the other one tightly gripped on the swing to prevent himself from falling off. “Every time Ma and Pa leave us in charge of the shop so they can go to Atlantic City for the weekend, who’s the one bringing in all the customers? Who’s the one selling out our daily stock less than two hours after we’re open? You are, Stan, just by being yourself. You know how to persuade people into buying our stock at ten times the listed price.”

“You can’t learn that from twelve years of public school. They can try to teach you, but at the end of the day it’s all about your ability to connect with people” Ford rubs at his arm. “I’ve tried teaching myself those kinds of tricks for years, but at the end of the day…” he shakes his head. “I’ve never been able to catch up.” He smiles. “I raise my white flag to you, Stan. You’ve outsmarted the smartest brother in the world”

Stan chuckles. “Try telling that to Principal Comb-over. He hears you saying the so-called dumbest clown in the entire school system is smarter than you and he’s going to cart you away to the loony bin”

Ford laughs. “You know, now that I think about it, there may actually be a way to tell him off for what he said about you and get away with it scott-free”

Stan raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? How so?”

Ford smirks. “I think you should try to graduate out of spite”

Stan’s not sure he follows. “Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, think about it” Ford stands from his swing and begins to pace back and forth. “The principal called both of us down even though he only wanted to speak to me, and then he talked shit about you even though he knew you were sitting right outside his door?” he pauses in his pacing. “Stan, he knew that you could hear him. Maybe he didn’t intend for you to listen in when he was talking to Ma and Pa about my scholarship opportunity, but he knew you’d be listening the moment you were brought up in the conversation”

That’s…true. Stan was just about to sneak out before he heard them say his name.

“He’s expecting you to fail, and he wants to put it in everyone else’s head too. He thinks it’s the easy way out, because if you choose to fail out on your own than he doesn’t have to take responsibility for being such a shitty educator. It gives him the chance to say look how he didn’t even try instead of look at how we failed him.”

“But if you proved him wrong? Imagine the look on his face when he has to be the one to place that diploma in your hand. Imagine him having to look you dead in the eyes and tell you he’s proud of you. You’ll know he’s speaking bullshit, but he knows he can’t talk shit about you anymore without making himself look bad.” Ford smirks. “Matter of fact, imagine the looks on the faces of everyone who’s ever doubted you walking across that stage. Pa alone is gonna have a heart attack”

Ford’s smile softens. “I already know that you’re much smarter than you’re given credit for, and I think it’s about time that everyone else recognizes that too”.

Stan’s cheeks burn red, and he shyly kicks at the sand. “Heh, thanks. I appreciate it.” He says. “But even if I did manage to graduate, what am I supposed to do with a high school diploma? Every job application I’ve been skinning through recently says college, college, college”

“Well…” Ford taps at his chin. “Then why not go out for college?”

Okay, now he’s taking things too far.

“Pardon?” Stan mocks, because if Ford thinks that Stan’s going to willingly take four more years of classes than maybe he should be carted away to a loony bin.

“I’m serious!” Ford blushes. “Maybe not a high intensity school like West Coast Tech, but college is so much more freeing than high school, Stanley. It’s not class after class on subjects that other people tell you to take. It’s personalized. If you hate science class so much, you never have to take another science class again”

Ford’s blush darkens. “I know that school is a big drag and all, but if you asked me?” he averts his gaze. “I think you’d really benefit from business school. Charisma and social intelligence is the number one thing that big name businesses are looking for, and I know you’re filled to the brim with both. Ultimately it is your decision, but…” Ford fiddles with his thumbs. “Just…just consider it, okay?”

For a brief moment, Stan just wants to burst out into hysterical laughter. Ford’s been offered the opportunity of a lifetime at one of the best schools in the country, and he’s still taking the time to help out his good-for-nothing brother who’s been cheating off of his exams for the past ten years.

Instead he settles for a roll of his eyes. “Alright, Professor Poindexter, I’ll consider it”

Ford giggles at that, and for a few moments neither of them says anything, watching the waves gently lapping on the beach in the short distance. It’s a comfortable silence, a reassuring sort of feeling that Stan hasn’t felt in a long time.

The frantic beeping of Pa’s wristwatch interrupts them, and both boys flinch at the sound in unison. For a moment Stan is worried that Pa’s standing behind them having heard every word, but when he glances over at Ford, he sees him rolling up his shirt sleeve to reveal that he’s the one wearing the watch, and clicks the alarm off.

“Pa made me borrow it so I wouldn’t be late for the presentation with the school board” he rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. “I’ll probably give it back as soon as I get home tonight”

Stan smirks. “You still hate the sound of that thing too, huh?”

“I can still hear it in my nightmares,” Ford exaggerates, his eyes going wide, and the twins burst into laughter as they both stand from the swings and stretch their arms and legs to wake them up from sitting for so long.

Ford wipes at his eye as he fidgets with the wristwatch. “So…do you think you’re going to be okay?”

That in itself is a pretty loaded question that could take him all night to answer, but all things considering…

“Yeah,” Stan smiles. “I think I’ll be okay”

Ford smiles back, and gestures with his thumb towards the direction of the pawn shop. “Then I’m going to head home and get ready for my presentation. You coming?”

Stan shakes his head. “I think I’ll stay out here and just…watch the ocean for a little while longer”

Ford’s smile softens, but he doesn’t say anything else. He turns heel and walks back towards the house, and it feels as though a giant weight has just been lifted off of Stan’s chest. He glances back to watch Ford go, but finds comfort in the feeling that he feels nothing at all.

~~~

Nearly five hours later, Stan sits at home, watching television on the couch to pass the time. Just out of the corner of his eye he sees Ford slip into the kitchen and gently click the door closed. Stan shuts the TV off, and spins around on the couch to face his brother.

“Well?” Stan asks, though he knows he doesn’t even need to bother asking, given that Ford looks like he’s about to burst. With a shaking hand, Ford reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glinting white envelope.

If he’s trying to keep an air of mystery about it, he’s doing a really bad job, because all at once his composure breaks and the smile that spreads across his face looks as though it could burn out the sun.

“They loved me!” He shouts, excitedly pacing the floor. “They told me they’ve never seen anyone else like me!”

His smile is so contagious that it hurts.

Perhaps another day, in another timeline, Stan would take offense to Ford’s excitement to bounce off to the other end of the country without him. Perhaps he’d even lash out, or do something he would’ve immediately regretted.

But here and now, Stan couldn’t be happier for his brother if he tried.

#my writing #gravity falls #stan twins #stan pines #ford pines

[rhenuvee]

Skater Boy (Fred Weasley x reader) [AU]

Yeahhhhh this was in my drafts for a while so here you go.

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It was a chilly Saturday morning when you and a couple of your friends decided to head out to get some fresh air. You were bundled up in layers as you walked through the crowd to get to your destination.

“Oh jeez, I’m never gonna make it.” you said rushing yourself. It seems that you were a tad late, and now you were panicking because you knew they’d scold you for it.

“I need to catch my breath-” Just as you slowed your steps to walk to a nearby wall, you felt your foot kick something. Your eyes widened as you saw the large object start to tip over. In a split second before it hit the ground, you extended your arm forward and caught it before it your fall. And then you looked up and saw him-

Fred Weasley. You definitely knew him, he was in a few of your classes. Not to mention the guy you’ve had a crush on for a little while. However, you had to admit you were a bit intimidated by him which is why you barely had the courage to speak with him.

You watched with your mouth slightly parted and your hand still holding onto the object as he turned his head towards you. He was wearing a denim jacket with a red checkered flannel and white t-shirt underneath. He wore dark washed pants, and a pair of casual shoes with laces. 

Suddenly you remembered why you were here, and not to stare, but because of what you almost knocked over. He glanced down at what you now know is a guitar in its case, and then back at you. You were sure you flushed red as a stop sign when a grin broke out on his face.

“Thanks for saving my guitar.” he said.

“Oh god, I-I’m so sorry.” you stuttered as you gestured to give it back to him. You were so embarrassed that he caught you- thank the lord he played it off as ‘saving.’

“No problem,” he said putting his hand on top of the instrument. “Be careful next time, alright?” 

“Y-yeah...” you said softly, not sure if he heard you. On the inside you were screaming at the fact he told you to be careful- let along speak to you. You were about to bid him goodbye when he spoke again.

“Where are you off to anyway?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m supposed to meet my friends at that cafe down the street... I’m kinda late though.” you admitted. 

“I’m actually going there too, we could go together.” You froze. Fred Weasley was asking you to walk with him?! This had to be a daydream, you thought.

“Um, sure! I mean- if you want...” you said trailing off the last bit. He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and swung the guitar around his shoulder.

“’Course, I was the one who offered.” he said chuckling. You mentally facepalmed at your dumb response.

“Oh, right...” What a golden time to be a dumbass.

“Well then let’s go.” he said bringing a hand behind your back to lightly push you in the direction of the cafe. You hoped your cheeks wouldn’t be red for the whole journey.

---

As you walked through the courtyard, you noticed that Fred was not only carrying a guitar, but also was holding a skateboard with his right hand. You knew he had a skateboarded so that wasn’t a new sight, however you couldn’t help but wonder what he sounded like playing the guitar.

“You interested in my skateboard, love?” he asked looking back at you in a teasing way. You quickly whipped your head in the other direction, not conscious that you were in fact staring again. Plus, he made you feel more flustered with that term of endearment.

“Uh yeah, it’s cool.” you said shyly, not really sure what to say.

“Would you like to see me ride it?” he asked.

“Sure.” you replied as you tried your best to not sound shaky. With that, he dropped the item in his hand which made you jump slightly because of the sound from it hitting the stone ground. He hopped on and pushed the surface with his right foot. 

You watched in admiration as he swerved left and right with ease. He couldn’t do much since there were other people crowding the courtyard, but you found it impressive otherwise. When he slowed down, he hopped off and stopped the board with the front of his foot. 

He turned back to look at you, as if to see if you were watching him. You had to jog to where he was since the skateboard obviously was faster than by foot.

“Might as well leave me behind.” you joked referring to the difference of speed. He grabbed the board back in his hand as you caught up to him. 

“Well, you can take it there if you’d like.” he responded catching onto your sarcasm. 

“And get me a step closer to death? No thanks.” He grinned at your reply. 

“You scared?” he asked, not in a mocking way, but more of a genuine curiosity way.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t really think that my small feet could balance well enough.” you said while looking down at your feet. 

“I could teach you.” he said quickly. Your eyes widened.

“Oh- that’s really nice of you, but...” You couldn’t say yes, not only would you make a fool of yourself, but you thought you’d combust after spending so much time with him. But then you watched his chocolate brown eyes, looking at you pleading for an answer- how could you say no?

“Um maybe later?” you said. Just like that his smile returned and he nodded, hoping to take you up on that offer sometime.

—-

The rest of your walk to the cafe was silent. You were scared to look him in the eye, or be caught staring again.

Once you arrived, you rushed to open the door for him since he was carrying so much. He was a little surprised but was grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks.” He said to you as he walked through the door way. You smiled in response, and was about to make a dash for the table you spotted your friends at because if they saw you with Fred they would ask a million questions.

“Hey wait!” He called before you could take more than two steps away. You stopped and turned back to him.

“You’re (y/n), right? You’re in my class.”

“Yeah...”

“(Y/n).” he repeated which you swore was melody to your ears. “And I’m-“

“Fred Weasley.” You covered your mouth instantly after blurting his name out. He was taken aback as he saw that you knew his name.

“Yeah,” he said chuckling at your flustered form. “See you later (y/n).” You couldn’t even get anything out of your mouth, so you simply waved and quickly headed to the table where your friends were, and he did the same.

And just to your luck, you sat down realizing that your friends had been watching and giggling the whole time.

“What?” You asked with a slight growl in your voice.

“You and Fred Weasley?”

“Ooh since when was (y/n) (l/n) becoming a troublemaker?”

You groaned and waved your hands to them as if that would get them to stop teasing you.

Meanwhile at the other end of the pub, a certain redhead you were just with had a similar conversation.

As Fred sat down, he didn’t say anything. All he did was take a sip of his drink that George already ordered for him and look out the window. His twin and Lee Jordan looked at each other with knowing looks, both sharing the same thought about what they just saw.

“Hey Fred?” started Lee. Fred looked back from the window to his friend. “Who’s that girl you walked in with?”

“Hm?” He hummed, not really paying attention.

“That girl.” Said George nudging his twins arm and pointing to the direction of you.

“Just a girl I bumped into.” He said tilting his head downwards, though he was fooling no one, and especially not the two people he hung out with everyday. Though Fred’s smile could barely be seen, both of them could see his dimples forming, and looked at each other giggling.

“Not a girl you fancy?” teased George while putting his tongue between his teeth to stop grinning so much. Lee ducked his head down to hide his laughter as well. Fred shook his head, but George and Lee were not having it.

Back to your situation-

“I swear this isn’t a big deal!” you protested. Arguing with your friends about this topic was hopeless.

“And having him walk you here isn’t a big deal?”

“And him offering you to try skateboarding isn’t a big deal?” It was pointless to even speak- your two friends versus just yourself, they’d never let this go.

“(Y/n) look at us, we’re two miserable single souls and we’re jealous over your relationship!” she said dramatically. You blushed at the thought, but you rolled your eyes so it could somehow cover it.

The rest of your time eating a drinking was fine once your friends stopped the teasing, even if you knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. 

However, that night as you fell asleep, you couldn’t help but remember what had just happened that afternoon with Fred.

--- 

The next morning, it was a lot warmer than yesterday. You had no plans on this nice Sunday, so you weren’t sure what to do to make use of your time. But when you walked past the courtyard, a familiar voice called out to you. 

“Hey, (y/n)!” Your head perked up to see Fred waving to you. You put on your best face and waved back. Then you realized he was also beckoning for you to come where he was. You were confused at first but you cautiously walked over to where he was.

“Hi Fred.” you greeted. Then you noticed what he had brought knee and elbow pads, as well as a helmet. 

“I- Fred I was joking about me skateboarding.” you said frantically barely able to get your sentence out. You were surprised he even remembered and kept his word.

“You said I could teach you later- it’s later.” he said smirking. Oh god, you were going to die today. “Well c’mon, put the stuff on, darling.” Your eyes narrowed into slits as you heard a second term of endearment. 

“Do you call all the girls that?” you asked genuinely wondering as you shifted the pads on your limbs. 

“Just you.” he mumbled as he handed you the helmet. You were very nervous- what else could distract you from the fear of falling on your butt?

Once you adjusted the helmet strap tighter, he gestured you to step on the board. In an instant you thought it was going to slip from underneath you like in those silly videos. But a pair of hands flew to your sides to stabilize you. Guess there was something to distract you.

“You can hold on to me, you know that right?” he asked. That was enough to snap you back to your senses. Except now you placed your arms on his forearms, which didn’t help in preventing the pink tint spreading on your face.

In being so close to him you could recognize some of his features in greater detail. You noticed that he had loads of freckles littering his face, mostly on the tops of his cheeks. You caught a whiff of his cologne which wasn’t too strong, but under that he smelled like cinnamon and firewood. 

“Alright, put your left foot a bit more to the front, that’s it... and bend your knees a little, otherwise those tiny feet of yours won’t balance well.” You bent your knees like he said but shook your head in displeasure as he giggled at your reaction.

“I’m gonna run you over with this skateboard.” you threatened jokingly in response to his comment.

“Ouch,” he said pouting. “But we’ll see if you get this down. I’m gonna start walking now, just stay steady like you are.” He slowly removed his hands from your sides, which made you release your grip from his arms. He put his hands under yours, and held them close to him. It made you felt more wobbly.

“Fred, I’m gonna fall.” you whisper-yelled.

“(Y/n), I’m holding you, you’re doing great.” he said laughing in between. You were squeaking as he walked across the courtyard and back. You felt a bit self-conscious when you saw a few others watching in the courtyard.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” he said once he stopped walking. 

“Oh yeah, it was fantastic.” you said sarcastically. 

“Now let’s see you try this yourself.” 

“Fred wha-” And just like that, he let go, and stepped back and you were left to wobble with your arms outstretched everywhere. You yelped as the board seemed to be tilting.

“Fred! Don’t just leave me here!” you shouted, not feeling that you could stand much longer.

“Don’t you wanna run me over with a skateboard?” he teased. “Alright, c’mere-” Just as he was about to come over, you happened to come over first- that is, you fell with your hands right on his chest. He was shocked, and genuinely scared that he almost let you fall which led him to wrapping his arms around you. You looked up at him in embarrassment, and the proximity of your faces.

“I-I’m so- sorry!” you stuttered out. You were scared of what he was about to say, however you didn’t get to hear once Fred heard a wolf whistle from not very far and and turned his attention there.

“Hey Fred.” said George to his twin. Fred didn’t reply. George then turned to you and waved while smirking. You awkwardly waved back. You heard Fred mutter ‘That git.’ under his breath. Golden timing from George.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said George comically while putting extra emphasis on ‘interrupt’. “Fred, we’ve gotta go.” You looked up at Fred who looked back down at you, who looked like he suddenly remembered, then he thought of something.

“Meet me back here after lunch,” he whispered which made you let out a slight hum in confusion. “We’ll continue this later.” He unwrapped his arm around you, and gave you a small peck to your forehead. He helped you off the board and you quickly took off the pads and helmet to give back to him.

Once he jogged off with George and out of range from you, you were left with a series of unanswered questions in your head. You brought your fingers up near your forehead, feeling where he had just kissed you in the middle of the courtyard.

“Did you mean continue the skateboarding?” you whispered rhetorically to yourself, still dumbfounded about what just happened.

Only after lunch you would find out.

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #george weasley #harry potter #fred weasley fluff #fred and george #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fic

[alice-in-wonderart]

I have found your blog and I love it!! Good look with it! Can you do headcanons for pregnancy and post-delivery for the juniors? (I see you write about them, and I don't know which other characters you are comfortable to write for). Thnkx~

I write for right about all characters! The Nies, the Jiangs, the Wens, the Lans, even all of the Jins (except Jin Zixun he can go be mean somewhere else) + Yi City power characters are all characters I write for ✌️ (I may have missed a few names) That aside, thank you so much for reading my stuff! I'm glad you enjoy them ❤️❤️ Aside from having 0 time management skills, running such a blog is so much fun! Here is your request about the Juniors being...well- themselves.

Ouyang Zizhen

You're what now?

OYZZ.exe stopped working.

Then he realised three fundamental truths at the exact same time. (if u get the reference, bless ✌️ )

Once the realization of the situation hit, his eyes watered and a loud, yet emotional whail escaped his lips, before engulfing you in a big hug. He was going to be a dad! You two were going to have a baby. And then realization hit him again.

Shit. He was going to be a father. A father to a baby - his baby. That was a lot of responsibility he was about to take. A lot of work, a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of time and energy. Babies are hard.

And then realization hit him a third time. He was going to have an actual family with you. And you were the mother to his child. YOUR child. He almost couldn't believe it.

Cue OYZZ becoming 70 times more affectionate and careful. You want to go outside? By all means, but let your gentle lover accompany you. Just in case, y'know. You want something sweet? By all means, what kind of sweets does the queen desire? You need new clothes because of the baby bump? By all means, what kind of silk do you want? Colour? Pattern? Style? You want to sleep? 3, 5 or 50 pillows?

OYZZ is a walking panic bomb when it comes to your pregnancy. Conveniently, he also knows how to mostly hide said panic. But you being in pain, having morning sickness and and in general feeling off is not something he signed up for. So, he will dote over you as much as humanly possible.

But then judgement day arrived. And he was out of it. He somehow never considered the fact, that you were going to one day have to give birth to that baby.

You have never seen a more distressed looking man than OYZZ when he finally got the permission to see you. His eyes were puffy, his lips were quivering and he was so pale, he could easily pass for a corpse. It seemed as if he was the one giving birth, not you.

And he immediately dropped to his knees next to your bed, gently taking your hand in his. You were alive. You were alive and argueably healthy and that was what he needed to hear.

But then! In comes the medic, holding your child in pure white blankets, gently letting you take it. And the moment his eyes landed on that baby he knew, that his heart was stolen once more.

"Congratualtions! It's a girl."

Guess who is about to become "Daddy's little princess".

Jin Ling

"Hahahahahhahha. Funny. Oh wait, you're serious?!"

PaniK

What do you mean you're pregnant? When did that happen? When did you learn? How were you sure? Wait, you were how many months in?!

Give him time. It's not, that he isn't happy. He's just panicking like crazy. Of course, once the initial mental breakdown™️ wears off, he'd come up to you and give you the most emotional hug you've ever experienced. He'd hide his face in your hair, as he mumbled into you how incredibly grateful he actually is.

Now, as the Lanling Jin Sect's leader, of course it was expected of him to have an heir, so such news travelled quickly. Immediately this became the gossip of every household and ultimately led to you receiving a metric ton of gifts from all over the place. Jin Ling would also make sure you were living the most lavish, yet healthy lifestyle possible.

The truth is, he was utterly terrified. After all, he grew up without parents, lived only with his uncle and as a result was quite hot-tempered. More than anything, he wanted to be the best dad possible. He wanted his children to grow up in a loving family, with their parents next to them, with a mother to care for them and a father to teach them. And he was afraid whether he was capable of even being a good father. But of course, you knew he was going to be the best father in the world.

Now, speaking of hot-tempered, Jin Ling honestly would throw more hissy fits than you. In fact, he'd get more mood swings than you too. In fact, even when pregnant, you're the calm one. Because if you think he's snappy and over-protective of you usually, wait 'till you see him once he learns you're pregnant. Hoo boy.

He was at work, dealing with the pressures of leading a sect when one of Lanling's servants hurriedly burst into the room, giving him the news that made his tough guy act crumble in seconds - his wife was giving birth.

At the time, he was surrounded by now Sect Leader Lan Sizhui, (idk it's a hc), Nie Huaisang and of course - his uncle, who all ushered him to go see you. Thus, he stormed out, running towards the nursery like his life depended on it.

"What do you mean I can't enter yet, my WIFE is in there." You haven't seen scary until you've seen Jin Ling, amidst an utter mental breakdown, being held down by a few nurses, trying desperately to stop him from going in.

Once they DID let him in, he'd be by your side in 0.001 seconds, only to see you holding not one, but two babies.

"A-Ling, look. They're twins. Say hello to papa, little ones." For once, Jin Ling didn't mind the tears that began falling from his eyes, as he gently held one of his two sons in his embrace. Perhaps, being a father wouldn't be that bad after all. Not with you by his side.

Lan Jingyi

*dramatic gasp*

For once the loud, wild Jingyi was left speechless, unmoving, utterly starstruck by the news. He'd never admit it, but for a while he'd been dreaming of having a family with you. So, when you told him the news, his heart skipped a beat. His dream was coming true.

And then, with the biggest smile on his face, he'd lift you up, carrying you to your now shared room, stating how you shouldn't strain yourself and how he'd take care of everything you need.

"Er-gege, I'm only 3 months in, it's barely noticeable yet, I can take care of myself."

Denial.

Lan Jingyi will be there for you at the cost of right about everything, even if it meant breaking Lan's rules, much to yours and everybody's dismay. Macho man™️ will protect his darling flower. What he wasn't ready for was how complicated pregnancy actually is.

Whenever you're more moody, he'd be quick to anger as well, so small and pointless arguments wouldn't be uncommon. But for every little argument, there is also a sleepless night where he'd cuddle you, whenever your stomach would hurt, or you'd feel uncomfortable.

Now Lan Jingyi is a cool dad. He is a cool dad before he is officially a dad. Whenever you two are alone, lying in bed, he'd lean in to rest a hand on your stomach. And he'd always give a happy yelp whenever he felt his little one move. And gosh, how much he'd talk to the baby. He'd tell your stomach stories of his great adventures, he'd joke around and believe me, he's planned every family outing for next 10 years.

Absolutely everybody thought it was going to be a boy. Ouyang Zizhen and Jin Ling even bet on it, OYZZ being ABSOLUTELY sure it would be a boy.

Giving birth was a whole new adventure. He'd wake up much too early for his liking with you frantically shaking him awake.

"The baby is coming." "Who's coming?" "The baby." "THE BABY?!"

Cue, Lan Jingyi losing his damn mind. He'd be up and running in a blink of an eye, casually scaring the medics and waking up the entire Cloud Recess in his hurry. Don't run in Cloud Recess? He's not running. He's SPRINTING. Do not shout in Cloud Recess? He's not shouting, he's SCREECHING. Do not speak out of turn? FOR GOD'S SAKE MY BABY IS COMING. And he'd be like that the entire time, until he's allowed to see you. He'll write the rules a thousand times if he has to later. He won't, Lan aren't heartless.

Seeing his healthy little baby, he was right about ready to pass out. He almost didn't hear you joking how your little girl was a loud crier and was about to be just as wild as her dad.

" Wait. It's a girl? We have a little girl!" Cue Ouyang Zizhen screaming in misery, as Jin Ling victoriously smirks his way.

Lan Jingyi on the other hand couldn't have been happier.

Lan Sizhui

QWQ

"This is the best day of my life, I can't believe we're going to have our own family!"

With a bright smile, he'd pull you in for a sweet kiss, shaking with excitement. Honestly, he'd have the best reaction out of all the Juniors. He's a family guy, who gets to witness true love everyday around his fathers, so having a child of his own with you was one of his long-term goals. He was old enough and wise enough to be absolutely ready to embark on an adventure through fatherhood.

Lan Sizhui would be so loving and gentle with you. You'd have him wrapped around your finger, he'd respond to your every beg and call. He'd minimize any work-related travelling to make sure he could be as close to you as possible.

When he wasn't there, he'd assign his cultivation partner and trusty bestie Lan Jingyi to take care of you and look after you. Did you necessarily need it? No. But you understood his worry, so you let him be.

He'd be there for you when you were feeling down, through your mood swings, morning sickness. He never complained, never fought with you, never gave you anything short of his unconditional love.

In fact, he was so SO compassionate, that he'd get pregnancy cravings WITH you. Nothing like the two of you, sitting awake at 2 am, (uncommon for him) eating chocolate-covered cucumbers and apricots.

Similarly to Lan Jingyi, everybody were already 100% sure the two of you would have a little girl. With Sizhui's sweet soft-spoken behavior and big warm heart, having a little gentle flower to spoil rotten seemed like the obvious outcome.

Lan Sizhui, on the other hand, refused to give into all of those "what ifs". Only time could tell. Besides, he'd be just as happy and proud no matter what gender the baby would be.

With his careful planning and skillful avoidance of any travelling, thankfully he was there when the due date was up. On the outside, he remained as calm as physically possible, but oh, on the inside it was a storm. Few could see through his façade, but by the trembling of his fingers, discreet chewing on the inside of his lip and eyes darting all around him, his true feelings came to light.

And when he finally got to see you, you've never seen him more unlike himself. With a worried expression and hasty movements he'd make his way to you, trembling hand reaching out to cup your face. He'd leave a gentle kiss on your forehead, before turning to the newborn in your hands.

"Sizhui. Say hi to your son."

A single tear rolled down his face, carrying the weight of all of his love in it. One look at his child and his heart was pierced by a million arrows. At that very moment he vowed, that he'd protect this child with all he's got, teach him all he knows and love him with all of his heart.

Thank you for reading~

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[everybodyscupoftea]

so in one of the fics for frat!jj you mention the reader getting appendicitis. Could I request an imagine of jj getting worried and helping her through it and stuff?

anon! i was hoping someone would pick up on it and ask me, thank you :)

(warnings: cursing, appendicitis, not edited)

It all really went wrong when you and JJ were on a run about a mile and a half from the house. You’d been having pains in your side for at least four months, but they always went away and centered around you period, so you figured it was fine. Apparently not.

Mid-run, you gasped a few times, trying to fight through it. Normally if you just held yourself a certain way it would pass after a few minutes. It didn’t work, so you stopped, startling JJ. He pulled his headphones off and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Everything okay, babe?”

“I’m not,” you started, through gritted teeth, “my fuckin side.”

“Stitch?”

You groaned and hunched over, arms fully wrapped around your stomach. JJ made a noise of alarm and squatted down so he was face to face with you. He pushed a sweaty strand of hair away from your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the invisible knife in your side twisted.

“Fuck, this doesn’t feel right,” you groaned.

“Can you stand?” JJ asked, pulling his phone out.

You tried and shook your head after a few seconds, “Nope, new permanent shape.”

He laughed and tried to call someone, cursing when they didn’t answer. It started to lighten a little, and you tried to stand straight again as he dialed someone else’s number.

“Pope,” JJ started in a relieved voice, “thank fuck you answered, man. Hey I’m going to drop you my location and I need you to come pick us up, something happened.”

You couldn’t hear what Pope said in return, but he was yelling a little. Laughing hurt though, so you stopped that almost immediately. JJ looked over as you winced and he bit his lip, “Yeah, I think maybe we need the hospital so if you could hurry, it’d be much appreciated.”

“That’s expensive, I don’t need the-“ you started, only to be interrupted with another wave.

“Yeah right, hush down there.”

JJ held your hand, letting you squeeze it, until Pope finally pulled up. He threw his truck in park and jumped out, running over to the two of you. You glanced up at him as he put a hand on your shoulder, “What hurts?”

You motioned toward your side, “It’s like a knife is in my side and every time I move it twists.”

Pope made a face, “Could be appendicitis, do you still have your appendix?”

“Yeah.”

JJ’s face paled, “Okay, we have to go now.”

You slowly wrapped one arm around JJ’s shoulders and one around Pope’s, and they helped you limp to the car. It hurt so bad when you had to step up, but you pushed through, trying not to show too much pain to worry JJ. But he saw through you, “Quick ride to the hospital, okay hon.”

“Mkay, yeah.”

Pope drove quickly, and not particularly carefully, the few miles to the hospital right off campus. By the time JJ helped you out of the back seat, the pain was residing a little, and you sighed in relief. JJ looked over, “Still making it?”

“Yeah, it’s getting better. Might not be appendicitis, we could probably leave.”

JJ rolled his eyes, “Sit down, I’ll go sign us in.”

You huffed but did as he said, slowly sinking down into a seat closest to the door. The pain may be going away slowly, but you still didn’t feel like walking far. JJ filled out the paperwork quickly, only having to ask you a few of the questions, and before you knew it, you were being called back.

The nurse looked at you and asked you to stretch your arms out, what exactly was hurting, if you felt like you could pee, and on a scale of one to ten, where was the pain. She didn’t seem too concerned, so you started to relax.

“You’re going to be given a drink, it’s a sort of dye, we’ll need it when we x-ray you to check for appendicitis.”

“I thought it was unlikely that I had appendicitis,” your voice had taken a frantic edge as you suddenly realized what appendicitis would mean.

JJ stroked his thumb over your knuckles, “They still have to check, sweetheart.”

The nurse nodded and you shut your eyes tightly. Her tone had gentled when she spoke, “Let’s get you to a room and then we’ll you get you that drink.”

A new nurse brought a wheelchair into the room and you started to protest, “Wait, no I can walk.”

JJ sighed, half in amusement, half in frustration, “Baby, get in the wheelchair and let these people do their job.”

The other nurse shrugged, “He can carry you if you really don’t want the wheelchair. Doesn’t matter to me. You just can’t walk.”

You looked up at JJ, grin on your face and he rolled his eyes, “I’m not fuckin carrying you when there’s a wheelchair right there.”

Batting your eyelashes at him you pouted, “Please, J.”

He carried you. Following the first nurse who had a wide, amused smile on her face. When he set you down on the bed you looked at her, “He’s whipped.”

“That he is,” she agreed on her way out to get the dye.

JJ glared at you, “Now you have to behave.”

“Or what,” you challenged, wincing as another wave of pain hit.

“I’ll come up with something,” he told you, but it wasn’t the most threatening thing, the concern in his voice at the new look of pain on your face more evident.

You were incredibly thankful for your boyfriend. JJ held your hand while you slowly drank the dye, forced you into the wheelchair for x-rays, and called your mom when the doctor came into the room to inform you that it was appendicitis, and you needed surgery ASAP because it was on the verge of bursting.

“Have you had a surgery before?” the doctor asked, glancing through your paperwork.

Clutching JJ’s hand tightly, you nodded, “Yeah, wisdom teeth.”

“Great, so you know how this is going to work.”

“Mhmm.”

After that, everything moved fast. A PA moved you and JJ to an actual room, not in the ER, and you settled in to wait for the anesthesiologist. JJ helped you get all your clothes off and into the hospital gown. You groaned, “Wait I don’t want anyone to see me naked.”

JJ laughed, “Tough shit, baby. They’re going to have to.”

“Nooo,” you whined, half joking, half serious.

It moved fast from there on out. Surgery felt like a blink and you were back in the room, loopily talking to JJ who was filming you. After a few minutes of pointless conversation, he planted a kiss on your forehead, “I love you sweetheart, but please sleep this off.”

And you were tired, so you complied. When you woke up, your mom was sitting in the chair JJ had previously occupied and you looked around the room for him, confused. Your mom looked up from her phone and smiled, “There you are.”

“Where’s JJ?” you asked, one track mind in full swing.

“He had class, so I told him he could go. You’re getting out tomorrow morning, so he’ll stop by then.”

You pouted, “He didn’t say goodbye.”

Your mom laughed, “I’m sure he feels very bad. Check your texts, he might’ve sent you something.”

And he had, which made you feel a bit better. The rest of the day passed in a blur of pain meds and boring hospital movies and bad hospital food. By the end, you just wanted to sleep until you could leave because at least you didn’t hurt while you were sleeping.

You did look at your mom once and asked her, “Do you think this means the pain I’ve been feeling every month for the past few will be gone.”

Her mouth fell open and she leaned forward, “You’ve been feeling this for months?”

“I mean yeah, but it always went away so I figured it was fine.”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, “How does JJ put up with you?” You were a little offended, but honestly it was a good question.

That night, you slept restlessly, and eventually it was time to go. Your mom drove you to your dorm, and JJ was waiting outside it, one hand shoved in his shorts pocket, and one holding something. You slowly climbed out of the car and walked toward him, grinning.

“Missed you, loser,” you told him as you stepped into his personal space to rest your forehead on his collarbone.

“Missed you more, reckless,” he told you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Stepping away, you held out a hand for whatever he was holding and he took it, mistaking your intention. You shook his hand away, “No, what did you bring me?”

JJ huffed, “I guess that saying is true.”

“What saying?”

“Bitches get stitches.”

Your mouth fell open and you slapped his chest as he laughed, “It’s snitches, asshole.”

“You know I love you,” JJ told you, pulling you in gently for a kiss.

You huffed, pulling away, “Well I don’t know if I love you. You’re being mean to me and I just went under the knife.”

JJ rolled his eyes and led you inside the building, opening the door for you. You hesitantly followed him, pouting a little, until he said, “You know I’m about to baby the fuck out of you, so I think you can get past it.”

Which, fair enough. You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand, “I guess I do love you a little.”

“A little,” he muttered incredulously under his breath and you couldn’t help but laugh.

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[fangirl1029]

Going home pt. 5

Sam uley x Jacobs sister reader

Warning: smut

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

@percussiongirl2017

@caro-jean

taglist is open 

requests are open

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Y/n was sprawled out in Sam's bed. Her y/h/l hair messy. She never wanted to get up and when she was surrounded by Sam's scent it didn't make it easier to get out of bed.

Today was one of those days she didn't care if the guys were around. She pulled on one of Sam's y/f/c shirts over her black Lacy bra and put on her Jean shorts that were pointless due to how large Sam's shirt was on her.

First thing that happened every morning after staying the night was the search for her man. She couldn't remember if there was ever a morning he had been in bed when she had woken up. The cool feeling of slightly damp dirt felt good between her toes as she walked into the back yard bare footed. It looked like Sam had just gotten back from somewhere. It was odd that the entire pack would be here this early though.

She tilted her head and looked at sam who had nothing but Jean shorts on. "Good morning my moon" he mumbled before kissing her lightly. " It would've been a good morning if you had been in bed alpha" He sighed knowing that the girl in front of him would be the end of him one day. "There's something we need to talk about isn't there?" She had seen worry painted on all the others faces. He nodded and took her hand leading her into his bedroom.

Moments later there was screaming. Jacob's eyes met Paul's who looked like he was gonna pee himself. Y/n walked out of the room and rage filled the room as she stood chest to chest with her brother. Itd be hard to say it wasn't funny seeing a girl at least 2 feet shorter yelling at the muscular man as if he was a toddler, but nobody dared laugh. "YOU COULDVE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS TOO!"

She was beyond done with the Bella swan and her games. She was so selfish to ask them to fight against a new born army. Sam had apparently agreed without even thinking what this would do to her. She already had to deal with Jacob jumping Everytime she said jump but now Sam could get hurt because of her.

A few days passed and Sam had given his imprint space like he knew she needed. That was until in the middle of the night he felt his bed dip and had her body next to his closely. He chuckled "should've known you'd be back" he didn't have to see her face to know she rolled her eyes. He could feel her coldness as she nuzzled him and pulled her closer. "No talk just sleep" was the last thing he heard before y/n was snoring lightly most of her body on top of him. He couldn't even think of words to describe how much her missed her. Not so deep down he was worried he would lose her or get hurt in this battle.

Y/n had been connected to Sam the last few days. He had a hard time telling her to stay home when the pack went to the Cullen's house to train with Jasper. Sam knew how much she'd miss him but he wanted to do it for her safety and Bella's safety he didn't know if his imprint would soccer punch the swan girl.

Sam had gotten home to see y/n on the couch half asleep in just his shirt and underwear. This had become a normal occurance around his house. She normally waited for everyone to be gone and it just be them. Luckily they had the house to themselves for most of that day.

Sam slipped his arms around her and kiss her neck lightly. Y/n breathed in a large breath and looked at her lover. "Hey kujo" she smiled using a nickname she recently had come up with. Sam growled lightly burying his face into her neck. She giggled lightly until Sam bit into the skin on her neck sucking lightly to form a dark purple hickey on his imprint causing her to moan lightly." Sammmm that's going to be super visible" "that's the point" he mumbled kissing down her neck. Once he reached her shoulder he started leaving more smaller and lighter hickeys. Sam knew she wouldn't mind and she knew he was doing it just to get her worked up. "Sam-" he cut her off before she got another word out. "If you think you can wear stuff like this and not end up marked by me you're mistaken" she blushed. Sam normally was super sweet and protective to her but this was a side she hadn't seen in the whole year they had dated.

Sam kissed her lips roughly y/n bit into his bottom lip as she pulled away. By now she had been pulled into his lap and was in a straddling position. She smirked and rubbed her hands up and down her boyfriend's rock hard abs glad he hardly ever wore a shirt.partically because she wore most of them. His hands were at her hips as he looked up at his imprint. Y/n pushed her hips down causing Sam to growl " don't start what you can't finish" she leaned in close so their chests were touching and whispered into his ear." I think I can handle you ...alpha" she bit his ear lightly and felt his erection grow against her. The grip he had on her hips tightened. "Are you sure of know what you're doing y/n?" She pushed her hips down against his and she moaned a yes into his ear. " I want you." That was all Sam needed to lift her up by her ass and take her into his bedroom slamming the door shut with his foot. He tossed her onto the bed and ripped his shirt off of her body to reveal her wine red panties and bra set. she pulled him down to her for a kiss that quickly turned into a hot make out session. She rubbed Sam's erection through his pants. So maybe she hadn't known what she was getting herself into. As He pulled away from the kiss she whined. Y/n looked as he went around looking through drawers frantically. "What are you looking for." She laid down huffing " a rubber honey , we haven't real-" she cut him off " just fuck me raw SAM!" His eyes widened, he wasnt going to question it. He started undoing his Jean shorts then in one swift motion was naked. Y/n's eyes widened. Oh she really didn't know what she was getter herself into or rather what she was getting in her. Sam propped himself above her and kissed her running his hands down her body until he reached her underwear. She squirmed against his hand as he pulled them down slowly , teasing her. "Sammmmm" "shhhh let me enjoy watching you squirm and want me." She obeyed as he ran a finger into her folds until his finger stopped to rub circles on her clit.y/n moaned his name lightly. Sam's finger moved down and he pushed one finger into her causing her to open her legs wider and push against his finger. " Youre so eager but I'm in charge" she looked up at him wantingly. Sam tried his hardest to keep his control intact but he wanted her as much if not more than how much she wanted him. But he had to make sure she was ready for him. He slowly started working his finger in and out earning soft moans then he added a second finger. He pulled them out and licked her juices off of them. "Are you ready?" She nodded looking into his eyes. "Let me know if I need to stop" he pushed himself in her slowly until he bottomed out. She pushed against him wanting him to move. He got the message and started thrusting against her slowly at first and speeding up a little not wanting to hurt him imprint.

The sounds of skin on skin filled the room and moaning filled the house. "Sam you won't hurt me..." Y/n said looking into his eyes asking him to let go and relax. He thrust against her harder and got into a rhythm he could feel her walls tighten around him and pulled out. She groaned not ready for him to stop. He flipped them over so she was on top. Y/n started riding him until she felt the knot in her stomach form again "Sam I'm going-" he grabbed her hips and thrust into her roughly pushing her over the edge. He started to pull out when she stopped him.He looked at her confused. "I told you not to wear a condom because I want you to cum in me." They had talked about wanting a family some day but he didn't think so soon. Sam nodded and flipped them over and he started to pound into y/n hard enough to earn some loud moans and came inside her moments later. She smiled up at him and kissed him still feeling him hard in her.y/n wrapped her legs around him and mumbled for him to keep going. Oh was it going to be a long day.

#love #sam uley x reader #twilight x reader #twilight #twilight wolf pack #sam uley #jacob black #jacob black x reader

[writersplanetarium]

Facade: New Beginnings

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12

Aelin and Rowan: The Burning Hatred Between Them

Aelin sighed as she spotted another article about her and Rowan. It’d been a few months since she’d gone and spilled the beans, and the news sites were still talking about it. She and Rowan had since developed a... friendship of sorts. After they’d confessed to each other what they hadn’t dared tell anyone else, they found themselves in a sort of in between place with each other, not sure whether they were going to settle for being friendly coworkers, aquaintences, or close friends. Aelin was trying for friendship, and he wasn’t pushing back, which was a good sign.

Now that they were actually getting along, the articles were pointless, but Aelin knew if she went out now and said they’d made up, it’d seem like a publicity stunt. Oh, who was she kidding, she knew no matter when she did it, it’d seem like a publicity stunt. It had worked in their favor though. They were still the hot topic, especially since everyone was loving the new season of the show and their character’s budding romance.

She had even missed him a little when he went home to spend the holidays with his family. However, with Rowan gone, Aelin could have a party at her house, so she had everyone over for the holidays and not risk upsetting the delicate balance of their relationship. It was a nice, family-friendly party filled with all her favorite people. And yet somehow she found herself looking out the window and sighing at the empty house next door.

She tried not to let her mind linger on the man. Tried not to think of how he’d started waving at her when she’d drink her coffee on her porch before his morning run. Tried not to think about how she’d catch him taking the garbage out at ungodly hours of the morning rather than the night before like a normal person. Or how he’d always get his mail after he’d been working out, so he was sweaty and shirtless. She definitely wasn’t letting herself think about any of that.

But now Rowan was back, the holidays were over, and they’d gotten their new scripts. He’d come right over once he’d put his stuff away and eaten dinner for the reading. And despite their new friendship of sorts, Rowan scrunched up his nose at the first scene, and Aelin finally set her phone aside, putting the articles out of her mind.

“Really?” He asked, “A sex scene right off the bat?”

“We’re supposed to be in love, Rowan, what did you expect?” She laughed, “They’re giving the people what they want.”

“But why does it have to be sex? There are more ways to show affection, to show they’ve grown closer.”

“Yes, but this is the most fanservicey,” Aelin said. She prodded his leg with her foot. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll be gentle with you. I only bite a little.” He rolled his eyes but seemed to be fighting a smile.

“Let’s just get on with it. Your line’s first,” he said.

“You mean the various sounds of pleasure?” She teased. He gave her a flat look. “Okay. Okay. Let’s see.” She flipped open the script. In the middle of their intense moment together, a loud knock on the door startles them both. Charlotte speaks, breathlessly. ”Who is it?” Aelin called.

“It’s Henry,” Rowan said, reading Fenrys’ part. Charlotte and Daemion give each other a panicked look as they see the time and notice they’re late.

“Just a minute!” Aelin said with a bit of franticness in her voice. They both jump out of bed, Charlotte clutching the sheets around her, and Daemion grabbing his underwear from just beside the bed, the both of them racing around the room to get dressed. “Dae, where’d you throw my underwear?”

“I didn’t throw them anywhere,” Rowan replied, “You did. Check by the dresser.” Charlotte continues to look, not checking by the dresser.

“Seriously Dae, I need-” She turns, finding Daemion half-dressed, holding her underwear up by a finger.

“I told you to check by the dresser,” he said.

“Whatever,” she laughed. Charlotte quickly dresses and pulls her messy hair back before turning back to Daemion, who’s dressed as well. She steps closer to him, lacing their fingers, pulling him down to her. “I’ll catch you later.” She kisses him intensely, and when they pull apart, neither seems to want to let go. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replies.

“I love you most,” she says. They part fully and Charlotte grabs her bag and puts it on. She makes her way to the door where Henry is waiting. “I do expect you to finish what you started.”

“Always,” he says. He presses a quick kiss to her neck before letting her slip out of the room to meet with Henry. We see him give a fond look at the door, thinking about the girl who just slipped out of it.

“Aw, that’s cute,” Aelin comments. Rowan makes a small sound of half agreement, clearly just wanting to keep working.

So they did. They went through the rest of the script, reading through their lines. It was... odd, now, though. It was easier to read scripts and act with him when she hated his guts, but now... Now it had a different energy to it. Now... it was more tender. Awkward. They were practically friends now, and she had to pretend to be in love with him. To want him. Though if Rowan picked up on the feeling, or felt anything was off himself, he didn’t mention it.

So Aelin brushed it off.

“You want something to drink?” She asked as they finished off the episode.

“Sure,” he said, reclining into her couch, “What have you got?”

“Water, wine, apple juice, and milk.”

“Water’s fine,” he said. She nodded, grabbing him a cup of water and pouring herself a glass of wine.

When she returned to her living room, she caught sight of Lysandra in her kitchen window, grinning like a lion that just caught a gazelle. Rowan was flipping through his phone, so he didn’t notice her staring, but Aelin most certainly did. She saw her best friend lift her phone, and Aelin knew she was texting her.

“Thanks,” Rowan said, his eyes still on his phone as she set the cup down. Aelin’s phone buzzed, and she scowled at Lysandra but picked it up anyway.

It looks like a certain SOMEONE is getting quite comfortable on your couch

He came over to run lines, Lys. Trust me he’s not getting too comfy.

Well he didn’t just run out as soon as you were done. That’s a good sign

It’s weird being nice, and then having to pretend we’re in love. 

You two have a new dynamic now. You just have to adapt your acting to suit it. Which you’ll get the hang of in no time. I mean if you can pretend to be in love with him when you hate him, you can do it when you like him. You’re both professionals, so if you’re worried about him thinking you LIKE like him, remember he knows you’re acting.

Aelin rolled her eyes.

I can see you rolling your eyes, you know.

Aelin laughed lightly.

I’m not worried about anything. It’s just... different. 

Embrace the change, Ace, embrace the change.

Aelin looked up at Lysandra through the window and her friend winked before heading deeper into her house where Aelin could no longer see her.

“You want to watch something?” Aelin asked, taking a long sip of her wine.

“Do you have anything good?” He asked.

“By your standards? No,” Aelin said, “But even grouchy old men like you need to enjoy a movie so bad it’s good every once in a while.”

“I’m barely older than you,” he said with a flat look.

“Old. Man,” she said again with a grin, poking him in the arm with her foot just enough to nudge him. He rolled his eyes.

“We’re going to watch an awful movie,” Aelin said, “And you’re going to love it.”

“Are we to the point yet that you can force me to watch bad movies?” He asked. She picked up the remote.

“Just got there, Buzzard.”

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Rowan glanced at Aelin as she watched the movie with mirth in her eyes. It was awful. Cheesy times ten with the most Rom Com dialogue he’d ever heard. It reminded him of his first movie, an awful thing that filled him with regret every time he thought about it. But... he liked watching it with Aelin. Despite the fact that he’d never admit it out loud, she was actually pretty funny, and her commentary amused him to no end.

“Yes, of course I’ll go on a week long vacation with you, man I’ve only known for three days.”

“Yes, definitely walk up and stand that close to me while I’m not looking.”

“Of course I’ll marry you after not even knowing you three weeks! We’re soulmates.”

It actually made him smile. It was a nice shift from the awkward tension earlier while they read their lines. It hadn’t gone badly, but it sure as hell just felt... different. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but where things used to be all spark and anger fueling them to try and be better, they were just... there with each other. Somehow, the comfort brought discomfort that the movie helped to reduce.

“You enjoyed that,” Aelin said, moving closer to him.

“I did not,” he lied.

“You did too!” She laughed, “You liked that! You thought it was fun. Look, you’re smiling.” She poked his cheek and he rolled his eyes, dropping the smile.

“I’m going home.”

“No!” She said, grabbing his arm, “You have to stay and watch more bad movies with me.”

“I have to do no such thing,” he said, “Besides, it’s getting late, and you’ve had a whole bottle of wine.”

“One more movie,” she said, “Just one more. This one’s the best.”

“Aelin-”

“Too late, it’s already playing,” she said, picking up the remote and selecting the new movie. He rolled his eyes, but watched anyway.

Usually when he went back home for the holidays, he was glad to be away from Aelin. His family could get crazy, for sure, but they didn’t blast their music so much he could feel it in his feet over a hundred feet away. But this time... He’d actually wanted to come back to her.

She didn’t move back to her spot as the movie started, having made herself comfortable with barely a foot’s worth of space between them. So close he could smell the mix of her jasmine soap and the wine she’d downed. He promptly ignored it. 

She was going strong for the first thirty minutes with her witty remarks and full laughter, but at around forty five minutes it started to die down and her laughter turned to huffs and her sentences turned to words, trailing off to less and less until her head hit his shoulder.

“Aelin?” He looked over at her. She was out cold. He let out a sigh, grabbing the remote. He hit pause on the movie and shifted, gently laying her down on the couch. He tucked a pillow under her head and pulled the blanket off the back, laying it over her.

He turned on his phone’s flashlight as he shut off the TV so he’d be able to find his way out. He paused when he looked at her sleeping, peaceful figure in the dark, only the moonlight coming in through the window illuminating her. He patted her head gently, pushing her hair out of her face, before making his way back home, collapsing into his bed to find himself with dreams filled with that familiar bubble of laughter.

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[war-sword]

the second task

(draco x gryffindor reader, aged-up, au)

summary: You’re selected as the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion, and your boyfriend Draco has been taken hostage for the second task at the Black Lake. words: 1,491 A/N: hi pls take this trash. i’ve been in a writing slump lately, even these measly thousand and a half words took me 2 days and too much thinking. i am trying to get better at writing shorter stuff. ALSO KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN AU, so the entire class is aged up, not just the reader. draco’s also in the 7th year. and everyone else. it’s not supposed to be weird. taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines

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The cold February air burns the back of your throat and lungs as you sprint towards the lake. You can’t believe that you’re late– late to your own Triwizard Task. If only you hadn’t insisted on staying up waiting for Draco. Why hadn’t he shown?

You were still so mad about that, you let your anger spur you on as you pounded down the path. As you drew nearer, you could hear the voices of the crowd. The stands that had been used in the first task against the dragons were now arranged neatly on the shore of the Black Lake, and a platform over the edge of the water had the judge’s table and the other two Champions standing on it. You burst through the final tree line and out onto the rocky shore, not slowing even slightly as you skid across the pebbles. The Gryffindor section of Hogwarts students roars their approval at your dramatic entrance when you finally come to a stop, hands on your knees and panting, beside Krum and Fleur. 

“Nice of you to finally arrive, Miss L/N,” Percy Weasley says icily. Ludo Bagman just laughs and gives him a reprimanding shoulder pat, but Karkoff and Madam Maxime look equally disgruntled. Dumbledore looks as placid as ever, but you think he might be slightly amused.

Finally having caught your breath, you look to the stands while Bagman spaces you, Fleur, and Krum evenly across the platform. You catch Harry and Ron standing with Neville, who all give you encouraging looks. Hermione isn’t with them, though, which is odd. You eyes drift next to the Slytherins, all sitting together near the top. The anger flairs in your chest again when you spot Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle, but no Draco in sight. Doesn’t show up the night before your task, causes you to oversleep, and then also doesn’t show up? You’re going to be having a word with your boyfriend later.

Neville’s frantic waving pulls your eyes back down to your friends. He’s mouthing “You still got it?”

You dig your hand into your robe pocket and produce the Gillyweed he’d given you the night before. It’s grossly warm from being in your pocket all night and has some lint on it, but otherwise it looks just the same as it had yesterday. With a jolt you realize what your lateness has also cost you: proper dress. 

Fleur and Krum are both in bathing suits, wands at the ready. You sigh, shove the warm Gillyweed into your mouth and force it down your dry throat, and pull off your robe. You hastily toss your shoes and socks to the side as well, and then look down at your wool skirt and the rest of your school uniform. You steel yourself for a moment, and then strip off your shirt and tie, trying to ignore the increasing wolf whistles behind you as you slip out of your skirt. Merlin, this stuff is hard to chew. 

“... the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them.” Bagman said, his voice magnified by his wand at his throat. “On the count of three, then. One… Two… Three!” 

You’re certainly glad that Bagman wasn’t messing around, because you hadn’t expected the Gillyweed to take effect so fast. While Krum and Fleur dive into the lake beside you, you trip over the edge in your haste to get in. As soon as you’re submerged in the icy water, the lightheaded feeling that had started to come over you quickly goes away. You examine your hands– they’ve become webbed, and as you tread water you can feel your feet have also changed. You smile. Thank Merlin for Neville. 

Krum and Fleur had disappeared in the time it took you to get your bearings. You grip your wand in a webbed hand, and do the first thing that comes to mind. Accio treasure, you think. When nothing happens for a moment, you realize that was a pretty pointless idea. You use your new heightened swimming abilities to head deeper into the lake.

Even being fast, there was no way you could cover the entire lake in an hour. What even was your treasure? You still had on your family ring, and beyond that your wand one was one of the most important things you owned. What else could possibly be missing? If only you’d had time to check your room before the task, maybe you would have a better idea. You silently curse your idiot boyfriend for the third time that morning. 

You swim through the dark water for who knows how long, totally at a loss for what to do next. But then… you thought you heard something. You stop swimming, and through the watery sounds of the lake you hear it more clearly– Mermaid song. The egg clue finally comes together in your brain, and you set off in what you hoped was the direction of the singing.

You knew you were close when you saw the first merperson. They were scarier than you’d imagined them, with grey skin and yellow eyes and sharp teeth that made you not want to think about their diet. As you swam on, you started to see their little houses, built out of rocks that were green with algae. Merpeople were everywhere now, even coming out of their houses as they watched you swim past. Some carried spears, but none made a move to attack.

At the center of the mervillage was a large statue, carved from an enormous rock still settled into the lake bed. Even though you had gills to breathe underwater with, you choked a little when water entered your mouth from your involuntary gasp.

Tied to the statue’s tail were three people, a tiny girl of no more than eight with streaming locks of silver hair, your friend Hermione, and Draco. 

The treasures. You’d never even considered that a person might’ve been the treasure, and now Draco’s disappearances over the past six hours made sense. You swam forward and floated in front of Draco, resting a hand on his pale cheek. He felt cold and looked green in the water of the lake, but the slow yet steady stream of bubbles coming from his mouth told you he was just under some sort of sleeping spell. 

You push up with your hands to move down in the water, examining the rope tying Draco to the statue. You point your wand at the rope and think, Diffindo. Even though your wand movement is slow underwater, the spell works and the rope magically severs. You grab Draco’s arm to keep him from floating away, and turn to look at Hermione before you go, her long hair rippling gently in the water. You cast one glance around for the other Champions. Surely the hour is almost up? Then again, this is also your chance to come in first, and make up for your abysmal performance with your dragon. You securely wrap your arms around Draco, and start to swim towards the surface. The effects of your Gillyweed are wearing off, and you fight the last few meters to the surface.

As soon as your heads break the water, Draco’s sleep spell lifts. You both take a minute to cough up water and he grins at you, his wet hair plastered stupidly flat on his head. In the distance, you hear the crowd on the bank roar as you’re finally spotted.

“Well? How’d we do?” Draco asks.

“First!” You can’t help but forget the reprimand you had planned, you’re too excited.

“Really?” Draco gasps. He takes your face in his hands and gives you a wet, cold kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks babe. C’mon, let’s go.”

You swim back to shore together, where Madam Pomfrey is waiting with large blankets for the both of you. You’re thankful, because not only are you freezing in the February chill, but you’re painfully aware that undergarments look much different wet than dry.

“Goodness, child, couldn’t you have had the sense to keep at least some of your clothes on?” Madam Pomfrey chides as she enconces you in one of the blankets. Your response of “I wanted to be faster” dies in your throat as she shoves a spoonful of Pepperup potion into your mouth. She hands the other blanket to Draco, and hurries off to get more. The crowd has started up again, and you think you see Krum and Hermione surface in the distance.

“So now I know why you didn’t show up last night.” You poke Draco with a blanketed finger.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Draco apologizes sincerely. “I wanted to get a message to you but Snape told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone, and sent me back to my room. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

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[gettingbywithalittlehelp96]

Stuck Together

Characters: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary: With your and Rob relationship going so well you are afraid being stuck in quarantine together will just ruin everything. Of course there is a different between being stuck and being stuck with someone you love.

Warnings: Tooth rotting sweetness

Another little stuck in isolation fic for @tas898​ & @richiesgirl89​

You hated the idea of being stuck in quarantine. Then once you started to think about it, the stay at home order was actually a heaven sent. You and Rob had only been dating for a few months and you were already so madly in love with him that you knew there was no going back. He had left you completely and utterly defenseless and that wasn’t like you. You had started to become a little afraid that things were moving too fast. That’s why you declined, when Rob asked you to come stay with him. He was the sweetest person, with plenty of love to spare, but you? You were worried that you weren’t going to be able to keep up.

Rob -

Are you sure I can’t persuade you to come to stay with me?

Less than twenty-four had gone by and your phone was already buzzing. You weren’t really surprised Rob was already climbing the walls. 

Y/n -

Yes Robbie I’m afraid I am. 

Staring out into your living room your eyes landed on the jacket Rob had accidentally left at your house. You knew you weren’t going to enjoy being stuck at home and you knew you were going to miss Rob, you just didn’t realize it was going to be so hard so fast.

Y/n -

I’m pretty sure I can’t be convinced but just to be safe, please don’t try

Rob -

But I miss you. Like a lot already. I mean I understand you’re afraid of us getting tired of each other if we do stay together, but I promise that’s not going to happen.

Y/n -

You don’t know that. Besides we have a good thing going here. I don’t want to do anything to risk that

Rob -

We have a great thing going here! You said it yourself y/n, “We found something special, that not that many people have.” We’re different and you know that

Y/n -

Hey! I said don’t try to convince me! You did agree to this Rob and it would’ve been a lot harder for me to resist you if you had put up a fight in person

Rob -

I’m a lover, not a fighter. I just get a little more feisty when I can hide behind a text message

You knew the longer you kept this up, the easier it would be for you to give in.

Y/n -

I love you Robbie.

Rob - 

I know baby. I love you too.

Later that evening you had just come out of the shower and were heading into the kitchen when you noticed an envelope laying on the ground in front of your front door. Your first thought was to turn around and hide in your bedroom because this had to be the start of your very own horror movie, but eventually your curiosity won out and you had walked over and begun opening the letter.

                 The last person you think about before you go to sleep 

                              Is the person who truly owns your heart.

                 I have thought about you every night since we met

               So if you’re worried about me not wanting to be with you

                           Remember you are the owner of my heart.

Shaking your head, you tried not to let our heart melt from sickenly cheesy love letter, but it was too late. You never admitted it, but you were a big fan of the cheesy stuff. Pulling out your phone, you dialed Rob’s number and waited impatiently while it rang through to his voicemail.

“Hey you. I was just wondering if you knew about this love note that was slipped under my door? It was sweet and romantic and the guy who wrote it is definitely going to get laid the next time I see him. Love you, handsome.” 

The next morning you were getting ready to go for a run but were stopped when you opened the door and found a bundle of flowers on your porch with another note tied to it.

                                          You are my favorite.

                            You are my favorite person to wake up to.

                           You are my favorite way to spend the day.

                           You are my favorite, everything.

Putting the flowers in some water and sticking the note up on your fridge you turned on your music and headed back out the door, but not before typing up a message to Rob.

Y/n -

Thank you for the flowers and another beautiful note. It was a nice way to start the day

Rob -

What? What you are talking about?

Y/n -

Oh really? You have no idea how any of this got here?

Rob -

No. I’m sorry I don’t

Y/n -

Hhmm. Well shit, we’re going to have to break up then because I promised myself I would repay this person’s generosity with lots of love making. 

Rob -

How dare you.

Y/n -

I love you Robbie.

Rob -

Yeah. You better. 

You found a note everyday for the rest of the week. Sometimes you would get a couple. Each one was just as romantic as the last, if not more and with each one you only missed him more. To be fair, he wasn’t making it easy on you. Not that you really cared. Then on Friday night, your phone started to ring and Rob made it clear from the beginning of the phone call that this hadn’t been any easier on him.

 “Alright I have behaved for a whole week and now I’m going to need to stop acting tough because we both know you will cave eventually,” he rambled off all in one breath.

“And a hello to you too Mr. Benedict.”

“Come on y/n, please? You said spending this whole quarantine together would end up being too much, right? Well, we went a week so now we can technically say we didn’t spend all of it together.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Have you really been behaving though? I think you knew exactly what you were doing with those letters. Also,  how dare you call me out like that.”

“Okay. But, what if we were married?” he fired back. “We’re going to be married someday and if this happens again we’ll be together anyway. Now I’m sure there are couples out there, who don’t have what we have, and are wishing they didn’t have to spend isolation stuck indoors together, but we love being together.”

“Did you just say you want to get married?”

“That’s one of the main reasons why I was giving you those notes,” he continued. “I thought if I came over day and night just to leave you notes, that you would realize there was no possible way I could ever be sick of you.”

“Robert Patrick Benedict, did you just say you want to marry me?”

“I said we would be married at some point. Is that really the only thing you heard since I started talking?” For a minute the line went silent, then you heard him sigh. “Okay, obviously I really meant I want to marry you, but I knew that would just make you freak out more about moving too fast. Honestly the main reason I have been bringing you letters is so that way someday when this over I can ask you to marry me and you won’t be able to say however long we spent in isolation didn’t count as dating.”

After that, Rob couldn’t get off the phone fast enough. He tended to let it all come pouring out like that when he was anxious, then over analyze the situation afterward, which only made him feel worse. You were afraid that things might be moving a little too fast but at the end of the day you were only confident in one thing and that was that you and Rob were great together. You knew how to make him feel better when he had his moments and he was the only one who could make everything go away just by holding you. Rob wasn’t wrong either. 

You knew it wouldn’t be much longer before you gave in, so you already kind of had a plan on what to do next. Pulling a blank sheet of paper out of your desk, you started writing your own little love letter to Rob. 

                              In my dreams, in my wildest fantasies

                                                 & in reality

                                    All I want is to be with you

Folding up that sheet of paper, you started to write one letter after another.

                             You’re my favorite pair of eyes to look into 

                    You’re my favorite voice to hear At the other end of the phone

                                        You’re my favorite everything

                                                            ~

                            From here on out, you are my everything

                     You are the only person I want to share my life with

                             I want to wake up next to you everyday

                                          I want to marry you

                                   I want to have kids with you

                                   I’m done being afraid of time.            

                        I’m done being afraid of whether we’re moving

                                         Too fast or too slow

                       That’s because I’m not with you just to pass time

                   I’m with you because I knew right away I needed you

                        I needed you next to me for everything that’s 

                                                 Coming up

You were trying to get a point across with these notes, but just in case he didn’t get it you wanted to leave him one more to really make your point.

                        Marry the girl who will never stop waiting for you

                  This girl will wait for you to drive all the way across town

                                               To her house

                 Marry the girl who will never stop being obsessed with you

                       Like the girl who goes to every one of your shows

                     Because she is afraid of missing one moment with you

                                                Marry HER

Once you knew for sure that Rob would be asleep, or at least in bed trying to sleep, you drove over to his house and slid the notes under his door. Then you went back home and waited. You knew trying to get sleep would be pointless and when you heard the frantic knocking on your door at six in the morning you were wide awake and ready to go. Sprinting out to the living room, you swung open the door and found Rob smiling back at you. In his hand you saw he had brought your notes too. 

“I am so, madly, deeply in love with you,” he stated. “I mean I knew that from the moment I met you but this was amazing.”

Stepping over the threshold he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I think you were trying to hint at something though,” he added. “I think there’s something you want from me huh?”

Letting out a giggle, you threw your arms around his shoulders. “Well if you want to stay with me you better make it worth my while.”

Smile growing even larger, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Okay then. When this is all over I’m going to marry you.”

You nodded in response. “Okay Robbie.”

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[atlfics]

Darkness- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex’s fear of the dark proves to be a problem at his first sleepover with Jack. Middle School AU. Word Count: 1899

TW: anxiety

More notes at the end.

“I’m really glad that you could sleepover tonight, Alex!” Jack exclaimed; his eyes fixated on the TV screen as the game he was playing with Alex progressed.

“Me too! I haven’t had a lot of sleepovers, but I hope that this is something we can do often,” Alex replied, equally as engaged with what was happening in the game.

“Maybe we can get my mom to drop us off at the mall tomorrow, if you don’t have to rush home or anything,” Jack suggested.

“That would be great! I don’t think my parents need me home until about four,” Alex replied.

“Cool! I’ll ask mom in the morning, we’re more likely to get a yes from her then,” Jack stated.

“Sounds good. By the way, I’m totally going to win at this game!” Alex exclaimed as he inched closer to the virtual finish line.

“You wish!” Jack said back, passing Alex’s character, then crossing the finish line and winning the race.

“Damn it! I was so close to winning! Alex said, throwing his controller on the couch in frustration.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, I can’t help that I’m awesome at this game!” Jack exclaimed, a big smirk forming on his face.

“No, I know that I’m better! I challenge you to a rematch!” Alex stated.

“That’s going to have to wait until tomorrow, boys. It’s getting late, and you two need to head to bed. You can chat up in Jack’s room for a bit, but I expect quiet and lights out by eleven,” Jack’s mom said as she walked into the living room and turned off the game console.

“Mom, I didn’t even get a chance to save my win in the system!” Jack said, sounding frustrated.

“Well, you’ll just have to do it again tomorrow, sweetie. Go up to your room,” Jack’s mom stated.

“I guess winning again will be my only option. We’ll go now,” Jack said, putting the controllers where they belonged, then walking across the living room with Alex.

“I’ll be in at eleven to make sure you boys are going to sleep!” Jack’s mom said as Jack led Alex up the stairs.

“Sorry she’s such a killjoy,” Jack quietly said, rolling his eyes some.

“Don’t apologize, my mom would’ve sent us to bed half an hour ago,” Alex replied with a laugh.

“Parents are so annoying,” Jack said, opening up the door to his room.

“Nah, they’re just doing what’s best. I’m getting a bit tired, anyway,” Alex replied, grabbing his toothbrush out of his duffel bag.

“I guess. Hey, go ahead and get yourself ready for bed, the bathroom is through that door,” Jack instructed, pointing to a door by his closet. Alex walked into the bathroom, and quickly changed into his PJs, then brushed his teeth.

He was glad that his parents and Jack’s parents had agreed to let them have a sleepover, they’d met in school a few months before, and quickly were becoming close friends, which Alex was grateful for. Alex had transferred to their school at the beginning of the school year, and initially had some trouble making friends, but that was only until he met Jack.

Once Alex was ready for bed, he walked back into Jack’s bedroom, and grabbed his sleeping bag.

“I’ll be back, I hope the floor is decently comfortable for you. I wish that we could sleep on the couches downstairs, but mom thinks we’ll just watch TV all night,” Jack said, making both of them laugh.

“It’s fine, this sleeping bag is actually really comfortable, so I’m all good,” Alex said, setting up his space on the floor. With that, Jack went into his bathroom, and Alex put the finishing touches on his space. He scrolled through his phone while he waited for Jack to come back out.

“Want to just sit and talk until mom makes us go to sleep? We still have a few minutes,” Jack suggested.

“Sure, and I know I just what to talk about! Could you believe that awful math test we had to take?” Alex asked as Jack got comfortable in his bed.

“Dude, we didn’t even learn half of the stuff that was on that test! I can almost guarantee that I failed it!” Jack replied.

“I really hate that class. Like, it’s just math, it’s not like we’re going to use it in real life after we graduate high school,” Alex continued.

“Exactly, that’s why I don’t do my homework for that class, it’s all just pointless,” Jack stated.

“Well, maybe don’t do that, man. we have to pass that class to get promoted to high school, so you can’t fail it!” Alex exclaimed.

“I’m going to pass, dude. It’s just homework,” Jack assured, laughing some.

“Oh really? Based on what you just said, I don’t think that you should rely on your test scores to get you through that class,” Alex stated, now laughing, as well. They continued to talk about school until Jack’s mom knocked on the door and walked into the room.

“Okay boys, it’s eleven, it’s time for lights out and for you to get some sleep,” Jack’s mom instructed. Both boys got comfortable in their places, then Jack’s mom turned off the ceiling light, then shut the door and left.

“Wow, it’s really dark in here,” Alex stated, his eyes starting to widen some.

“Yeah, isn’t it great? I like for it to be pitch black when I sleep,” Jack replied, pulling his covers up higher.

“Um, yeah, it’s great. Definitely super dark!” Alex awkwardly said back.

“Are you okay, man? You sound kind of weird,” Jack pointed out.

“Oh, I’m fine, no worries here. Let’s just go to sleep,” Alex decided, turning away from Jack in his sleeping bag.

“If you say so. Sleep well, Alex,” Jack finally said back.

Something that Alex was embarrassed about, was that he was still afraid of the dark, even though he was thirteen years old. He’d never tried to get over his fear, he either slept with a night light on, or put on a light in the hallway.

While he knew that this wasn’t likely, he’d hoped that Jack would still prefer sleeping with a light on, too, so that he wouldn’t have to confess his fear to his friend. He didn’t want to seem weird or lame, and he was afraid that Jack would make fun of him, and never want to have him sleepover again.

Alex knew that there was no way he’d get to sleep as long as it was pitch black in the room, so he decide that he’d wait until Jack fell asleep, then he’d turn on the bathroom light, and crack the door open just enough for him to sleep comfortably. Alex continued to feel anxious as he laid with his eyes open, too afraid to close them.

After a few minutes, Alex heard light snores coming from Jack, so he decided that now was his time to strike. Alex got up as quietly as he could and walked to the bathroom door. When he went to open it, it squeaked loudly, so Alex frantically turned on the light and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

He stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, to allow time for Jack to fall back to sleep if the noses had woken him up. When Alex decided that he’d be fine, he slowly opened the door so he could get out, then cracked it so just enough light would get into the room, making the door squeak again.

Alex quickly made his way back to his sleeping bag and was getting back into it as Jack turned to face Alex, rubbing his eyes.

“Are you good, man?” Jack asked, sounding sleepy.

“Oh yeah, I’m all good, sorry about the door squeaking, I had to use the bathroom,” Alex lied, not looking at Jack.

“No worries, but you forgot to turn the bathroom light out. Would you mind turning it off?” Jack requested.

“Oh, that light? It’s always been on,” Alex tried.

“Alex, I can promise you that it hasn’t been, will you please turn it off?” Jack asked again.

“Are you sure you want it off? It puts some cool shadows in the room!” Alex exclaimed, trying to sound excited.

“Alex, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Jack continued, sitting up in his bed.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” Alex asked, laughing nervously.

“Well, you’ve been acting kind of weird ever since my mom turned out the light for the night. Wait, are you afraid of the dark, man?” Jack asked, finally realizing what was going on.

“What? Afraid of the dark, that’s ridiculous! We’re thirteen, way too old to be afraid of something as stupid as that!” Alex exclaimed, still laughing.

“Okay, if you’re not afraid, then go turn out the light in the bathroom,” Jack challenged.

“Fine, I’m afraid of the dark, are you happy?” Alex finally replied, sounding embarrassed.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier, man?” Jack asked, turning on the lamp by his bed, and looking at his friend.

“because it’s stupid and embarrassing,” Alex said in a small voice.

“Come sit up here,” Jack said, pointing to his bed.

“No, I’ll just-“ Alex started.

“Come up here for just a minute,” Jack tried, scooting over to make more room for his friend.

“Fine,” Alex mumbled, sitting next to Jack.

“Now, why didn’t you just tell me about this? We could’ve put on a light or something. You didn’t have to sneak around and stuff,” Jack explained.

“Well, it’s just embarrassing for me. Like, I’m thirteen, I shouldn’t still be freaked out by something as stupid as this. Also, you said that you liked it dark in here when you sleep, so I didn’t want to bother you. Also, I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” Alex confessed, looking down at his lap.

“I wouldn’t have made fun of you, Alex. You’re my friend, and if this is something that freaks you out, I want to help you deal with it,” Jack stated, putting an arm around Alex’s shoulders.

“Well, you’re always cracking jokes, I just didn’t want this to be a joke to you, or for you to joke about it with other people,” Alex explained.

“Well, I’m sorry you felt that way, but I won’t make jokes or tell people, I promise. Now, I think I have something that’ll fix this problem,” Jack said, starting to dig through the drawer of his nightstand.

After a couple of minutes, Jack pulled out a nightlight, and got up to plug it in, and to turn out the light in the bathroom. Alex set himself back up in his sleeping bag as Jack did the same in his bed, before turning out the lamp.

“Is this okay, Alex?” Jack asked.

“This is perfect, thank you for doing that, Jack,” Alex sincerely replied.

“No problem, I’m glad you’re feeling better now,” Jack replied, making both of them smile.

“You’re the best, Jack. Sleep well,” Alex said, turning on his side.

“I try to be! You sleep well, too,” Jack replied, closing his eyes. As Alex fell asleep, a smile appeared on his face, he was glad that Jack had been so kind and helpful about his fear, and he was grateful for their friendship.

A/N: Hey guys, this is a request for someone on here! Like I said yesterday, I want to try posting daily for you guys, at least for now, so hopefully that'll continue this week!! I still have some requests to work on, but please always feel free to send in more, I'm always open to them! I hope that you guys liked this story, and I should have another one up for you guys tomorrow!! Lots of love, Liv.

#Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #Rian Dawson #Zack Merrick #ATL #all time low

[aria-writes]

Good Morning Westchester

So here’s the first oneshot I ever wrote that I’ was actually proud of.

prompt used: my best friend dragged me to a party some of the senior football players are throwing and it’s really boring and the only interesting thing is the boy playing beer pong on the patio

Words: 1631

Sometimes I wonder why I'm here, as in life and death and existence and all that. Maybe there's meaning somewhere out there, or maybe there's not. Maybe the people out there doing yoga at mountainside resorts seeking enlightenment are just fooling themselves and others, wasting their time and money chasing something unattainable.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm here, as in THIS FLIPPING PARTY FULL OF HUMANS. HUMANS, I TELL YE.

"Hi, I'm Bill Hearst, and this is my colleague, Tyler Josef."

I pasted a well-practiced smile on my face and tuned the oh-so familiar voice out.

Presenting, the reason why. That's my best friend, we've known each other since diapers. Comes from money, but is actually pretty down-to-earth. Though the line starts to blur between eccentric and just plain nuts.

A goth chick looked me up and down. My pastel dress and matching earrings... and nails... and shoes... and purse... probably don't exactly scream 'Tyler'.

"Uh. Nice to meet you both."

I did my best to smile, but I really don't want to be here. I'd rather be reading. Maybe I can hide in the bathroom?

I banished the thought. Who knows what kind of germs are in there.

By the time I fully returned to the real world, the goth girl had left.

I poked Bill on the arm and frowned.

"Why do you always do this?"

"Because it's fun." Bill grinned at me. "I'm still waiting for the first person to question if that's your real name. Besides, gender blender names are all the rage with white suburban soccer moms now. Blake, Spencer, Ryan, Jackson, Connor, Alexander..."

I crossed my arms and waited for him to finish, but he kept going. "Why do you KNOW this?"

Bill shrugged. "Because I google random stuff instead of studying. Noah, Mason, Kyle, Levi, Maxwell, Evan, Oliver, Sebastian..."

I put my hand up to stop him. "Okay, well, Sebastian is a horrible name to give your child, no matter what gender they are."

Bill swung around me and leaned against the wall.

"First of all, Michael, that's offensive to Sebastians everywhere. Secondly, who doesn't want to share a name with a crab?" He cocked his head to the side. "Or was it a lobster?"

Some drunk girl came out of nowhere, running into the wall right next to me.

"Ariiiiana Graaande? Isss that yooouu?" She slurred, reaching out at me a little too enthusiastically for my liking.

I could hear Bill snickering on my other side.

I took a step back, eyes wide. "Very much no."

"Oh." She looked disappointed, then wandered off in a haze.

I shook my head and looked around at the few people milling about.

"This place is so dead. Aren't teen parties supposed to be all, all night rages and burning down houses?"

Bill adjusted his vest and gave me a funny look.

"Don't believe everything you hear. Maybe we should get you somewhere less flammable."

I sighed and leaned against the wall, rolling my shoulders back.

"Is it too much to ask—"

Bill shook his head slightly, cutting me off.

"I am an extrovert, Phineas Taylor, and this may be hard for you to understand, but if I don't get human interaction, I can and will die." He stared at me with complete seriousness.

I furrowed my brows. "...Uh huh."

Bill sighed and tugged at the cuff of his sleeve. "They have a patio? But you have to promise you won't throw yourself into the pool or something crazy like that."

I leaned forward and shook his hand with a little too much enthusiasm. "Deal. Besides, you're more likely to do that than I am."

We weaved around two people arguing about something that had to do with the budget of the student government. I don't understand how people get so invested in this stuff, but okay.

I closed my eyes and leaned out over the balcony as we stepped into the fresh air. "Ah, peace and qu—"

"THIS IS NOT LIKE WII POOL AT ALL!" A high-pitched, but still decidedly male voice yelled.

I raised my head and stared out over the balcony like I was looking into a camera on The Office.

Bill laughed at my disgruntled expression. "You're the only who was complaining about it being boring a few minutes ago!"

"Well, I didn't mean... this!" I whisper-shouted and gestured over to a table surrounded by loud teenage boys. Are there any other kind?

Bill elbowed me. "That would be beer pong, my young sheltered friend."

I rolled my eyes.

"Never mind, that's it. Sorry, but I'm jumping in the—" I was about to head down the stairs of the balcony when something caught my eye. Blonde curly hair, greenish eyes (as far as I can tell from here), and a dazzling smile.

Oh no, he's hot.

I was probably staring for ten minutes straight.

"If you're really bored, we can head out." Bill's voice startled me and jolted me out of my thoughts.

"I, uh, wuh?" I stuttered, pulling my eyes away and trying to appear unfazed. "I mean, nah, I can stay."

Bill saw right through that.

"Finally found something that piqued your interest, eh? Or someone?"

He followed my gaze over to where Blondie was receiving instructions from a slightly confused redhead. "Aha." He pushed off the balcony and started walking over to them.

I eyed him suspiciously. "Where are you going, Liam?"

"WOO! AND THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE, SON!" Blondie pumped his fists into his air and danced around in a small circle, whacking his hip against the table in the process. "Ow!"

Bill waved me off. "Don't you trust me?"

Red rolled his eyes. "I'm a year older than—"

Blondie grabbed his shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. "Shut up and eat in the moment."

I blinked a few times. "...no? Not really? Willy-Billy, you get back here or I'm going to call you even more embarrassing nicknames for the rest of your life—" I looked to my left and my right, then inched closer.

Red reached up and slowly pushed Blondie's hands off his arms. "It's 'drink in the moment', Race."

Blondie shrugged, seemingly undeterred. "I've heard it both ways."

Red pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No you haven't."

Bill finally reached the table, grabbing Blondie and Red's attention. I'm too far away to hear what's being said over the general noise. What the heck does he think he's—

Blondie looked over at me and we made eye contact. I felt my face flush as he grinned at me.

Wait just a clock tick, is he moving towards me?

Wait, no, what do I do? What do I say? 'Hi, I want your babies'? Absolutely not. Not that. It's probably too late to run and pretend like I didn't see him, but I'm just standing here frozen. At least I know I won't pass out because you have to have a drop in your blood pressure to faint, and mine has definitely risen. That's not helpful, me! I don't need your useless paramedical facts!

Blondie shoved his hands in his pockets as he approached me.

"So, Halo, right?" Even his voice is drop dead gorgeous, if that makes any sense.

"Guh?" I blinked dumbly.

The only good thing about me currently being rooted to the spot is, I don't think I'm going to fall over at least?

"Your friend said that was your name, Halo, like the angel..." He gestured above his head with a small smile.

...Bill, I am going to murder you.

I scoffed in disbelief and shook my head.

"Yeah, not exactly. He never calls me by my real name, though. I should be glad it wasn't anything embarrassing like 'Princess'." I unconsciously picked at the skin at the edges of my fingernails.

Blondie smiled and leaned forward.

"Eh, I get that. I don't go by my real name, either. Everyone calls me Race. Pleasure to meet you."

You know what? He looks like a male version of Rapunzel. Be still, my heart.

I reminded myself to keep breathing. I tried to lean against the balcony and, I dunno, look cool I guess, but I missed and almost fell over.

I felt my heart leap into my throat as I frantically regained my balance.

"Bwuh— I mean, you too. I mean, me too. I mean, the pleasure is all mine and... Is that short for Eraser?"

Race glanced down and snorted, smirking. "That's a new one. No, it's Racetrack. Racetrack Higgins." He took my hand, lips brushing against my knuckles.

Wow. I'm an idiot. Also, I can feel my whole face going red. Error 404 gateway timeout—

"Oh. Sorry." I clenched and unclenched my free hand in an effort to release tension any way I could.

"You can call me anything you want, doll. Oh, speaking of which," He pressed a slip of paper into my palm and winked. "Call me sometime, hm?"

Have you ever seen someone so beautiful you just started crying? I know it sounds weird, but this one time—

I bit my lip and shifted my weight from one side to the other. "Yeah, um, I will."

"Cool." Blondie– I mean Race– did finger guns at me. "See you around." He headed back in Red's direction.

I smiled, awestruck, then turned and walked away in a bit of a daze. What just happened?

I walked right into Bill.

"Yo, Eminem. What can I say except you're welcome?" He did ridiculous jazz hands, which made me laugh despite everything else.

"Shut up, Billiam. But thanks, I guess." I glanced down at my hand, still smiling. Maybe this whole 'socializing with other human beings' thing wasn't completely awful and pointless after all.

#Aria writes #first person POV #unnamed protag #because second person weirds me out for some reason #but if thats what yall want ill totally do it for ya #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #race x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #newsies fanfiction #bill hearst #bill newsies #livesies #newsies fic #amazing race #how sweet the sight #that taught mine eyes #toooo seeeeeee #got a little carried away there #sorry not sorry

[jwminssi]

chasing starlight {jikook | T | part one}

It's the middle of the night when an explosion on his backyard turns Jungkook's life upside down. Through a mess of fallen stars, witches and the secrets his parents are keeping from him, Jungkook will have to make sure he's selfless enough to make the right choice and ignore the way his heart beats faster for the boy that fell from the sky.

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a philosopher once asked,

“are we human

because we gaze at the stars,

or do we gaze at the stars

because we are human?”

pointless, really…

“do the stars gaze back?”

now that’s a question.

Jungkook has no idea if he’s officially going insane or if he’s just sleep deprived but he refuses to believe the explosion of light that seems to engulf his house is real. Still, he pauses his music and takes his headphones off, sitting still in his room that’s now back to being immersed in darkness, listening intently for whatever may come his way.

He’s really starting to regret ever doubting Lalisa and her end of the world theories.

But there’s nothing. The only sounds are from the barely nonexistent middle of the night traffic, and the only light is coming from the street lamp right outside his window. Everything seems normal and his parents are definitely still asleep since they haven’t barged in his room to tell him the apocalypse just started.

Jungkook slowly gets up from his bed, still listening, and opens the door. He looks both ways in the hallway before fully stepping out, frowning when he doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary; not that he really wants to, but at the same time it would be nice knowing he hasn’t lost his mind yet.

He takes the stairs to the living room, moving by muscle memory in the pitch black, and hesitates for only a brief moment before turning the handle on the door that leads to the backyard. Everything still seems fairly normal but for some reason his heart starts picking up.

And then it stops just as his eyes land upon his mother’s destroyed garden. Except that’s not really what he’s worried about right now – she’s going to be upset, sure, but there are other matters at hand; at the present moment, Jungkook is more concerned about the trail leading to a small crater just beside their fence.

He can’t really see what’s inside from this distance and the depth it is, but something tells him it’s not just some space debris.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and swallows down the fear bubbling up inside of him; he’s always been a bit of a reckless kid, even now at eighteen years of age, but this feels like just a bit too out of his comfort zone. Still, he’s always been pretty stubborn, too, so he marches over to the crater to get this over with.

And, okay… Jungkook has no idea what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t to find a boy – a man? He certainly looks young – lying there unconscious. He looks back at his house, all the lights are still off, and then at the other houses on his street, where none of his neighbors seems to have noticed a thing and are probably still off to dreamland.

“I wish I was dreaming.” He mutters to himself and, against better judgement, jumps right inside the crater.

Jungkook is halfway to the passed out stranger when he wakes up with a start, body surging forward into a sitting position and wild eyes darting everywhere until they land on him.

“What’s going on?” He asks, voice sweet despite the tension masking it.

“You tell me!” Jungkook answers, not daring to go any closer. “There was this big ass explosion and then I found you here.” He tries to explain since he’s just as lost. “Who are you, I mean, are you even human?”

Jungkook has never been that great at reading people but he’s sure the man sitting in front of him seems slightly offended.

“Do I look human to you?”

“Well, yeah…”

He looks down at his hands, then, without getting up from the floor, and looks absolutely mortified to see they’re real. Jungkook just stands there, wondering why he couldn’t have just stayed in his room and saved himself the trouble of dealing with whoever this guy is at three in the morning.

“Oh, no.” He whispers, frantically touching the rest of his body. “No, no, no…” Jungkook watches as he looks around, seriously considering going back inside and leaving him to solve his own problems – even though he knows he would just eventually end up coming back out to help.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, slightly hesitant because clearly the answer is a solid no, but what else is he supposed to say?

“What does it look like?” Sure enough, it comes out in an extremely frustrated scream directed right at him. “I was just there dancing, minding my own business, and something hit me and sent me flying all the way down so now I’m stuck here on the ground with a human that’s the equivalent of a fireplace on a hot day!”

“Now you’re just being mean.” Jungkook crosses his arms and gets an eye roll for his trouble. “Where did you come from?”

The man looks up and Jungkook follows his gaze. “What do you call those pretty lights in the sky?”

“Uh, stars?”

“Well, I call them siblings.” He answers simply, making Jungkook wonder if being cryptic is his thing or if he’s only doing that to mess with him.

And then it clicks.

“Wait…” Jungkook starts, still not sure of what he’s being told, but there’s a look of minor hope in the man’s eyes that make him believe he might be right; crazy, too, but right nonetheless. “You’re a star?”

“It has a brain…” The man, star?, mutters and Jungkook has never been closer to giving up on someone as he is now.

“Well, I’m sorry if I never even considered the possibility of talking to a fucking star that fell on my backyard in the middle of the night!” He explodes and only then does the man on the ground seem to feel guilty.

“No, I’m sorry…” He sighs and rubs at his eyes. “I didn’t want to be rude, I just… I want to go home.” That last part comes out as a whimper and Jungkook internally curses; he can’t just leave him there to figure things out on his own.

“I’ll help you.” Jungkook says decidedly, the star’s eyes shining with just a little bit of hope as he looks up at him.

“How?”

“I don’t know, but I will, okay? I’m Jungkook.”

“Jimin.”

“How about we go inside? It’s pretty damn cold out here.”

Jimin nods and gets up but he’s back on the ground with a yelp in a second. Jungkook hurries to his side and crouches next to him to find out if he’s alright.

“Is walking supposed to be painful like this?” Jimin asks, rubbing at his eyes, and Jungkook notices they’re shining with unshed tears.

“No, you probably hurt something when you fell.” He sighs and reaches for Jimin’s hand slowly. “Come on, I’ll carry you and we can see if we find out what happened to you.”

“Wait!” Jimin exclaims before Jungkook can put him on his back. “What’s that?” He points at a shiny object to their right and limps to it so he can grab it, lifting it up to reveal it’s a necklace with a big golden pendant.

“Is this yours?” Jungkook asks as he motions for Jimin to jump so he can bring him inside.

“No, I… I think this is the thing that hit me!”

“And made you fall?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook doesn’t answer, more worried about not dropping Jimin as he walks through the mess that his fall caused. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” He muses, but Jungkook can’t look at it, too focused on carrying him to safety and thinking about just what the hell he’s supposed to do now.

W hen they reach the back porch, Jungkook looks back and grimaces at the state of the garden after Jimin’s fall. Most of his mother’s plants were intact but some of them weren’t so lucky and ended up in Jimin’s path, and he can see the trail of leaves, flowers and broken ceramic leading down into the crater.

“Something wrong?” Jimin asks and Jungkook is startled at how close to his ear he sounds, but chooses to ignore the shivers that run down his spine.

“Ah, no, I mean…” He hesitates, not knowing how to say what the problem is without sounding rude. “You just sort of ruined my mom’s garden.”

“Oh.” Jimin says and somehow Jungkook can tell he’s pouting. “I’m sorry.” He sounds genuinely upset.

“It’s okay, we can fix it tomorrow.” Jungkook tries to sound reassuring but he doesn’t know if he succeeds because Jimin only sighs against his neck. “Let’s get some ice for your foot.”

“Ice?” Jimin asks, not sounding too on board with the idea.

“Yeah, I think you have a twisted ankle from the fall.” He explains, locking the backdoor and heading for the kitchen, where he puts Jimin on the counter and goes to the freezer. “The ice is going to help, I promise.” Jungkook says as he fills an ice bag and Jimin only hums while he examines the necklace, putting it around his neck afterwards. “It really is pretty, huh?”

“Do you think it suits me?” Jimin asks, shyly, as he looks up at Jungkook through his eyelashes.

“Well, you’re prettier.” Jungkook answers without thinking and immediately turns around for Jimin to get on his back again when he realizes what he said.

Jimin only giggles and whispers a soft thank you in Jungkook’s ear as they climb up the stairs. Once inside his room, Jungkook carefully sits Jimin down on his bed, a pillow under his leg and the bag of ice directly over his ankle after checking to make sure that’s where the damage really was.

“Comfortable?” He asks once he steps away.

“Too cold.” Jimin makes a face that ends up turning into a pout and Jungkook smiles at him.

“Hang in there, it’ll make it better.” Jimin only sighs and accepts it. “You can sleep on the bed, I’ll just get more blankets.” Jungkook says as he scratches the back of his neck and looks around the mess that is his room, feeling awkward to have someone he doesn’t know there.

“It’s okay, I can just sit there and you can have your bed.” Jimin points at Jungkook’s chair on his desk, seemingly not thinking anything is wrong, unlike the other boy.

“But you must be exhausted, I mean, you just fell all the way from the sky.” Jungkook tries to argue as he rushes around the room, picking up stuff and finding places to put them that doesn’t make the place look as messy.

“I’m really not tired.” The star dismisses it as he watches Jungkook with an amused expression on his face.

“But it’s the middle of the night…” Jungkook frowns and Jimin has to admit he looks like a cute lost puppy in the middle of his room with his head tilted to the side.

“Exactly…” Jimin agrees with a smile. He’s definitely starting to find this human interesting to be around. “I’m supposed to be up there, you know... Shining.”

“Oh…” Jungkook mutters when his brain accepts that piece of information. “Right.” He claps his hands once to gather his thoughts, and looks back at Jimin. “Well, I’ll stay up with you, then.”

*

When Jungkook wakes up, the sun is already high in the sky. He rolls over until he’s lying on his back and frowns at the light coming from his window, rubbing his eyes and trying to ignore the voice on the back of his head that tells him something is off.

He’s mid-stretch when it hits him.

Jimin.

Jungkook freezes and looks around his room, hoping to find the star sitting at his desk or something like that. He gets up, nearly falling back down when he sees fireworks behind his eyelids for standing too quickly, and goes to his bathroom, opening the door without even thinking that Jimin could get offended if he really is in there – but he isn’t, so Jungkook doesn’t have to worry about that.

“Did I dream you?” He mutters to himself as he checks his clothes and his room one more time; everything was as he remembers from the previous night but there’s nothing to tell him whether what happened was real or not.

It feels too vivid to be a dream, Jungkook decides. Jimin felt too real to be made up by his brain like that; his voice, his laugh, the way he told him about the universe, his home up in the sky, and everything Jungkook had no idea ever existed. No, Jungkook is sure the way his heart beat faster inside his chest every time Jimin smiled as he warmed up to him throughout the night couldn’t have been a dream.

So he marches out of his room and downstairs towards the kitchen, sure that if he can’t find Jimin on the way at least he can find his mother and ask if she’s seen him. The house is quiet except for his own footsteps against the hardwood floor and he figures his father has left for work already and his mom is outside taking care of her garden.

Jungkook’s heart stops. “ Shit , the garden.” For the second time in less than twelve hours he hesitates with his hand on the backdoor handle; he’s about to find out if everything really happened or if he should be worried about his brain creating such detailed dreams like that.

He lets out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding when he spots Jimin sitting down next to his mother with their backs to him as they giggle together about whatever talk they’re having.

“Oh, thank God you’re here.” Jungkook sighs in relief and he didn’t realize he said it so loudly but Jimin turns to him when he hears it and gets up.

“Were you worried?” He asks as he squints under the sun and Jungkook makes his way to them.

“Uh, yeah, I…” He scratches the back of his neck as he thinks of a good way to answer. “I was scared something might have happened to you or… that you weren’t real at all.”

Jimin studies him for a moment and his eyes are the softest Jungkook has ever seen them. He’s staring to get uncomfortable when Jimin turns to him mother and smiles as he says,

“I see it now.”

She smiles, too, and Jungkook is left to look between them completely lost as to what they’re talking about.

“What?” He asks, because he hates being the main topic of conversation.

“Nothing.” Jimin replies happily before sitting back down and Jungkook belatedly notices he has gardening gloves on and the two of them are taking care of the destroyed garden – and doing a great job at it, too; it almost looks as if nothing happened. “Just something Sooyoung was telling me about you.”

“I’m not so sure I want to know...” Jungkook scratches the back of his head and Jimin giggles as he finishes taking care of yet another pot from the garden. Only then does Jungkook realize something. “Wait, how are you walking just fine?”

“Oh, I made him some tea before we came to the garden.” Sooyoung answers simply with a smile as she tends for her plants. Jungkook squints at the words.

“Yeah, I almost fell down the stairs…” Jimin continues as if nothing’s wrong, flashing Jungkook a grin. “She heard me and helped me with my foot.”

“Tea.” Jungkook says slowly, to which his mother only hums in agreement. “For a twisted ankle.” He repeats just to make sure he didn’t get it wrong.

“Yes, honey, why not?” She looks up at him smiling.

“You know what, nevermind.” Jungkook gives up on it, something in his mother’s eyes telling him to drop it. “Need help with the garden?”

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t ask.” Sooyoung gives him a pair of gloves and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he takes it, sitting next to Jimin who offers him a smile as warm as the sun glowing above them.

About an hour later, when the garden is resembling its initial state and all three are satisfied with the work they did, Sooyoung ushers them inside to start on lunch. She scolds Jungkook for not taking care of the guests properly and tells him to show Jimin where the bathroom is so he can shower.

So Jungkook goes, gets Jimin a clean towel and a change of his own clothes, and leads him to the downstairs bathroom, teaching him how to change the water temperature – he doesn’t know how cold or hot stars get, after all – before leaving for the upstairs bathroom to take a shower himself.

He’s just sitting back down with his mother in the kitchen when Jimin shows up again, hair still wet and wearing Jungkook’s clothes – he chooses to ignore the way his heart does a little flip at that, but he can’t help but stare. Jimin notices it, of course, and blushes an adorable shade of pink as he looks down at the long sleeves covering his hands.

“Looks a bit big, right?” He giggles, playing with his sweater paws.

“Uh, no, that...” Jungkook starts, completely hypnotized by the way Jimin shines when he smiles, his beauty making everything else look dull. “That actually looks...” He struggles with his words as Jimin watches him expectantly, but his mother doesn’t let him embarrass himself even more, bless her.

“Jungkook, can you set the table for us, please?” Sooyoung says, exchanging an amused look with Jimin that her son doesn’t see.

“Yeah, sit down, Minie.” The nickname escapes his lips easily and he only notices it when it’s out but no one comments anything so he pretends he didn’t say it either. Jimin’s eyes follow him wherever he goes, though, and it takes all his focus not to trip over his own feet.

They eat in a comfortable atmosphere, Jungkook right beside Jimin as he tries human food for the first time – no, Jungkook, we don’t have noodles up in the sky – and shares his opinions on it with them. It’s usually just Jungkook and Sooyoung during lunch, since his father is off to work at this time of day, so it’s nice to have some more company. Jimin does most of the talking, answering Sooyoung’s questions about him and his life, as curious as any human would be to meet a real fallen star.

It’s definitely not a situation they have been in before, but Jungkook can’t say he’s mad about it. Jimin is the definition of bright, both with his personality and the way his skin seems to glisten the more joyful they make him, and Jungkook can’t look away no matter how hard he tries.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks when Jimin sways in his seat for the third time. Sooyoung is in the middle of getting up but she stops to study the star worriedly.

“Yeah, I just…” Jimin blinks slowly and Jungkook notices his eyes look like they’re about to close on their own. “Never stayed up this late.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot…” Jungkook chastises himself for his carelessness; he had been so entranced by the star that he didn’t think Jimin’s needs weren’t the same as his. “Do you want to go upstairs to take a nap?”

Jimin only nods as he gets up, a yawn stopping him from saying anything else. “Are you… coming with me?” He asks, shyly.

“I’ll help mom out down here for a bit, but you go ahead and make yourself comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.” Jimin answers quietly and smiles at them both before making his way up to Jungkook’s room.

It’s silent in the kitchen for a moment, only the sound of Sooyoung cleaning the table is heard as Jungkook’s eyes are still on the stairs where Jimin just disappeared. A frown adorns his face as he thinks about the turn his life just took overnight, the craziness that he’s sure is about to ensue once he actively begins to help Jimin get back home. In all honesty, he has no idea where to start; this world, Jimin’s world, is not something Jungkook even knew existed before and now he’s supposed to find a way to send a star back to the sky.

Not only that, but he grew attached to Jimin in the few hours they spent together, more than anyone would have imagined. Jimin is enchanting in every way there is, effortlessly too, and Jungkook can’t name what he’s feeling but he knows he has to tone it down or it’s going to be a real hassle when he has to let Jimin go.

“So what exactly happened last night?” Sooyoung asks, breaking the silence and pulling Jungkook back from his thoughts.

“I honestly have no idea.” He answers with a sigh, hand going up to mess up his still wet hair. “I was just listening to music and then there was this big flash outside...”

“And like the adventurous soul that you are you had to go see what it was, huh?” She smiles at him and tosses him a cloth to dry the dishes that she’s washing.

“Obviously.” Jungkook says, grinning widely because that’s indeed very predictable of him.

“You’ve always been too curious for your own good.” Sooyoung nods. “But I’m glad you did…” She starts but stays quiet for a while, thinking her words over. “Who knows what would have happened to Jimin if you hadn’t showed up.”

Jungkook stops halfway through drying a plate. “What do you mean?”

She sighs. “It can be dangerous around here for him.” It’s what Sooyoung chooses to say.

“What?” He frowns. “How do you know?”

“I just do, baby.” Sooyoung tries to give it a tone of finality but Jungkook is not having any of it.

“Mom.” He tries to get her to look at him but she doesn’t look away from the sink. “Can you help him get back home?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Mom, tell me the truth.” Jungkook pulls at her arm until she finally looks at him. “You clearly can!”

Sooyoung closes the faucet off and just stares at the ceiling while her son waits for an answer. She’s not supposed to talk about this, it’s not the right time yet. “I know how to but I can’t get involved in anything like this, Jungkook.”

“What’s this?” He nearly explodes in frustration, only minding his voice because he knows Jimin is asleep upstairs.

“I can’t tell you. And I can’t help him. I’m sorry.” Her words and the way they are spoken tell Jungkook it’s the last thing she’ll comment on the subject but he can’t give up just yet.

“Is there really nothing you can do?”

Sooyoung sighs and pinches her nose before she looks at him again. “There’s a small shop about twenty minutes away from here, you’ll probably find the help you need there. I’ll write the address down for you later.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook says sincerely and they exchange a look of complicity that makes it explicit she really wasn’t supposed to be doing this but chose to because of her son.

It’s a little past five in the afternoon when Jungkook softly touches Jimin’s arm, shaking him slightly until he’s blinking back to consciousness. Truth be told, he didn’t want to disturb the way Jimin was sleeping so peacefully but he figured it would be best to ease him into their own sleeping routine if he was going to spend some time down here with them.

“Hey, time to wake up.” He says with a low voice as if to not startle him.

Jimin groans. “Do I have to?”

“Yup.” Jungkook answers with a smile. “I want to see if you can sleep tonight so you have to get up now.”

“This is awful.” Jimin complains, but sits up on the bed anyways, still yawning and rubbing at his sleepy eyes.

“Are you always like this when you wake up? I mean, do stars even sleep?” Jungkook asks as he makes himself comfortable right beside Jimin on the bed.

“It’s more like a dormant state than actual sleeping.” Jimin explains. “In a human body, I feel like I need it more, though.”

“How did you end up in this body, anyways? Like, did you pick it or something?”

“Oh, I...” Jimin purses his lips and frowns. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Whatever happened, it was definitely the perfect one for you.” The words escape Jungkook’s mouth without his permission and he only truly realizes what he said when Jimin smiles and looks down at his lap.

Neither can say anything, though, because Jungkook’s father enters the room right then; Jungkook isn’t sure he wants to know for how long he’s been there.

“Son.”

“Dad, hi.” He clears his throat and looks to his side. “This is...”

“Jimin.” The star nods at hearing his name. “I know. Your mother told me.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon.” Jimin says politely and even risks a smile. Jungkook knows his father can look intimidating, but he had never seen him like this before.

“Likewise.” He seems to think for a moment before asking, “So for how long are you staying?”

“Dad!” Jungkook protests, knowing how rude that is.

“Not long, you don’t have to worry about that.” Jimin still answers, and Jungkook realizes that there’s something he doesn’t know. “I’ll be on my way as soon as possible.”

“Good.” Jungkook’s father nods. “Sooyoung and I would never kick you out, Jungkook wouldn’t let us either way,” Jimin smiles at that “but you understand, right?”

“I do. Don’t worry.” Jimin gives him a reassuring nod and they exchange a meaningful look.

“Good. You can call me Dowoon, by the way.” He finally smiles and Jungkook can breathe as the tense atmosphere dissipates and his dad leaves the room.

“What was that about?” Jungkook hurries to ask Jimin, who seems to be caught in an internal dilemma.

“I-” He starts, clearly hesitating, but is interrupted.

“Jungkook.” Dowoon calls, back in his bedroom, but he’s looking at Jimin as he speaks. “I think your mom needs you to run to the store before dinner, can you come downstairs?”

“Uh, yeah...” Jungkook frowns as he glances between the two of them. The way his father seems to be giving Jimin a warning look doesn’t make him any less confused. “Sure.”

Dowoon doesn’t leave them alone again, and only leaves when he knows his son will be following him.

Jungkook realizes, then, there’s something he doesn’t want Jimin to tell him. And, if he’s being honest, he’s not so sure he wants to find out either.

They send him to the grocery store and make Jimin stay home in what’s most likely another cautionary measure to keep whatever secret they have hidden. Jungkook doesn’t mind, there’s been way too much information in the span of just a few hours and it’s not like he’s dying to be bombarded with anything else soon. Still, it bothers him because he knows he’s also part of whatever it is they’re hiding.

When he gets back home, thirty minutes later thanks to his will to return as fast as possible, Jimin is sitting on the couch while his father tells him about baseball. He has an adorable pout on his face and he’s frowning, too focused on what Dowoon is saying and what the television is showing to even realize Jungkook is watching him.

Jungkook just stops there for a moment and leans against the wall, grocery bags still heavy in his hands, as he observes Jimin trying to make sense of the rules and plays that are happening probably way too fast for his untrained eyes.

“He’s a wonder, isn’t he?” Sooyoung says suddenly making Jungkook jump and nearly drop everything he’s holding. “I had never met a star before.”

“Um, yeah, he’s…” Jungkook sighs, not even realizing that his lips stretched into a fond smile when he looked over at Jimin again. “He’s something else.”

“Be careful, honey.” She warns, her eyes more worried than Jungkook has ever seen.

“With what?” He asks, attention back on Jimin who is now giggling along with Dowoon as he cheers for his team. There’s a heavy feeling in his chest, and Jungkook can’t figure out if it’s a good one or not.

“Everything involving Jimin.” Sooyoung answers, also watching the two on the couch. It had been hard convincing Dowoon not to freak out too much when he found out about the star in their house, the danger for them was enormous after all, but she managed to at least convince him not to kick him out. Now, seeing them interact, it made her troubled heart a little bit more at ease. Jimin really is a charmer. “Don’t get too close. It’s going to be painful in the end.”

“I know.” Jungkook sighs, finally moving from his spot and taking the groceries to the kitchen. “But I can’t help it, mom. There’s something about him.”

“Just… be careful, okay?” Sooyoung says instead of all the other things she actually meant to. “Especially when you start to look for help to send him back.”

“Okay.” That’s the only thing Jungkook answers, head already too full with everything that’s been happening.

“Why don’t you go spend some time with him?” She asks a beat later as he’s starting to get ready to chop vegetables for dinner.

“But you just said not to get too close.”

“Just for tonight.” Sooyoung nods at him encouragingly, and he’s thankful for it. “Ask your father to come help me.”

It doesn’t take much convincing for Jungkook’s dad to get up from the couch and leave the two alone, though Jungkook suspects it has something to do with the way his mom was looking at him from the kitchen.

He leads Jimin outside through the backdoor to the porch and they sit down together, bodies just a bit closer than they should be; whatever, Jungkook would just blame the soft breeze blowing against their skin if his parents asked.

“Your father is nice.” Jimin breaks the silence and Jungkook snorts.

“Yeah, after he stopped threatening to kick you out.”

Jimin smiles, kicking the dirt under his shoes. “He has his reasons.”

“Let me guess, you can’t tell me.”

“Sorry, Jungkookie.” His smile softens and Jungkook can feel himself falling. He knows he’s staring too much but Jimin doesn’t seem to care, he only stares back. Sooyoung laughs inside the house and they both look through the glass doors to see what’s going on. “What’s it like?” Jimin asks after a beat.

“What?” Jungkook is already looking back at him.

“Being in love.” He’s still watching the couple and Jungkook can see all the emotions that cross his eyes; there’s curiosity, confusion and even a little bit of hope.

“Do stars not have feelings?” Jungkook inquires, not sure how he’s supposed to answer that. He’s only been in love once in his short life and it’s not like he’s an expert.

“We’re tied together by our strings of light…” Jimin starts, eyes now focused on the dark sky above them where his siblings can already be seen.“Caring for each other is a responsibility, not a choice. Watching humans is the closest I ever got to love, or any other emotion like that.” He pauses, hoping he was able to explain it well. “We feel in a way, we just can’t connect like humans do.”

“But can you learn?” Jungkook looks at his hands as he asks the question. He doesn’t know why his heart sinks at the thought of Jimin not being able to fall in love; no, scratch that, he does know, he’s just trying to ignore it.

“I think so…” Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at Jimin’s answer and he scolds himself for it. “If I spend enough time down here I think I can do that. One of my brothers, he…” Jimin stops, seemingly regretting what he was going to say. “Well, that doesn’t matter now.” He smiles sadly and looks at Jungkook. “Answer my question.”

“Love is… complicated.” Jungkook sighs when he can’t offer more than a cliché answer. “It doesn’t always make you happy and a lot of the time it hurts like hell.”

Jimin frowns. “Then why do you praise it so much?”

“Because it’s worth it.” Jungkook says simply with a shrug. He was never able to understand love before he felt it and he just knows he won’t be capable of explaining it to Jimin with words.

Jimin seems to get that it’s not something that can just be made simple like that because he accepts the answer and looks back inside the house. “They seem happy.”

“They are.” Jungkook nods, following his gaze to where they can both see Dowoon making Sooyoung laugh as he helps her cook. “But love isn’t perfect, Jimin… It’s not always like that.”

“I know pain.” Jimin starts, eyes back up to the sky. “Disappointment. Betrayal. Anger.” That’s an awful list, Jungkook wants to say, but he stays quiet. “But I don’t know love.” He sighs. “I wish I did.”

They spend a moment in silence, Jimin watching the sky while Jungkook watches him. There’s longing in his eyes now, Jungkook guesses he’s missing home, and he just prays he’ll be selfless enough to let him go when the time comes.

“Jimin, what happened to your brother?” He asks suddenly. If Jimin feels offended by the question he doesn’t show it.

“He fell.” He answers simply.

“Like you.” Jungkook assumes, though he knows there’s more to the story.

Jimin smiles, but it’s sad. Jungkook wants to change it. “No, not like me. He did it on purpose. But he didn’t just fall from the sky to the ground… He also fell in love. ”

“And then?” Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s pushing his luck asking this, but he needs to know.

“Um, it… didn’t work out.” Jimin makes a face as he says those words and something tells Jungkook it’s an understatement. “Stars are not supposed to be close to humans and when our people found out it turned into a mess, basically. My younger brother, he didn’t take it too well and made some drastic decisions. As the head of the army, he was allowed to and no one stopped him, but… my older brother, the one that fell…” Jimin focuses on the ground under his feet again. “I haven’t seen him since.”

“How long ago was that?” Jungkook asks, wanting to comfort Jimin but not really knowing how.

“A couple of centuries ago.”

Jungkook’s jaw drops. “Are you serious?”

“Stars can shine for billions of years, Jungkookie.” Jimin reminds him with a fond smile.

“Right…” Jungkook nods as he processes the information. “Yeah, I don’t know, I forget you’re not human sometimes.”

“Really?” For some reason that little piece of information seems to make Jimin’s night. “Why?”

“I don’t know… You’re getting the hang of being around us pretty quickly.” He says and Jimin smiles, making the entire porch brighter. “There’s just one thing that gives you away.”

“What?” Jimin asks, alarmed. His big eyes and pout make Jungkook’s stomach do weird flips.

“When you’re happy, you start glowing... it’s pretty hard to miss.” Jungkook tells him. Jimin doesn’t seem to like that so he’s quick to reassure him. “It’s beautiful, though… not just that, all of you.”

As if to prove his point, Jimin’s skin shines at the compliment as he looks down at his lap, a smile on his face. Jungkook reaches out to cup his cheek and lift his face so that their eyes meet again. He studies Jimin’s face for what feels like an eternity, trying to absorb every little detail he can and wondering just how on Earth can someone like him exist.

“So fucking beautiful...” He whispers, too lost in Jimin’s beauty to try filtering his thoughs.

His gaze ends up on Jimin’s lips, half open and so inviting; Jungkook licks his own lips, he wants to kiss him so badly but he hesitates, not knowing if Jimin would be comfortable with it.

Before he can make up his mind, though, the door opens and his father comes out of the house, bringing the smell of freshly cooked food with him. Jungkook pulls away from Jimin as if he’s just been electrocuted.

“Boys.” Dowoon says, stern as ever. “Dinner’s ready.”

Jimin shoots Jungkook an unsure look before getting up and going inside where he’s greeted by a cheerful Sooyoung telling him to sit down.

“Son.” Jungkook’s father stops him with a hand on his shoulder before he can go in.

“I know, dad.” Jungkook doesn’t give him time to say anything, suddenly feeling frustrated as reality hits him. “Don’t get too close, he’ll be gone soon. I got it, alright?” He doesn’t even try masking his harsh tone before he pulls himself out of Dowoon’s hold to go sit in front of Jimin at the dinner table.

Jungkook avoids Jimin’s gaze all throughout dinner and afterwards, too, when they sit in the living room to watch television before going to bed. He stays quiet because he doesn’t want to let everyone know how his chest is tight at the thought of Jimin leaving; he knows it’s too soon, it has barely been a day that they met but somehow Jimin already got a hold of his heart that’s too strong to let go.

He yells at himself inside his own head, aware that he can’t be selfish when it comes to this. Jimin clearly misses his home, his siblings, and wants to go back to the sky; he can’t refuse to help him because his heart decided it would be a good idea to fall in love with an ethereal being.

Jungkook arranges the pillows on the bed for Jimin when they go up to his room and he can feel the star hovering around him, wanting to say something.

“Are you okay?” Jimin finally asks when Jungkook is about to leave the room, holding him by the wrist so he stops.

“Fine.” He answers. Jimin only raises his eyebrows at him and Jungkook sighs. “I don’t want to let you go, Jimin.” He admits.

“Oh.” The grip on Jungkook’s wrist loosens. “You have to.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook scoffs. “I know.” He pulls his arm free and looks around the room. “You have everything you need here, make yourself comfortable, yeah?”

Jimin stops him again just as he turns around. “Where are you going?”

“Downstairs.” He answers as if it’s obvious. “To the couch.”

“Can’t you sleep here? With me?” This time Jimin holds him tighter. “I don’t sleep at night, it’ll be easier if you stay.”

Jungkook thinks hard about what he’s asking. Deep down, he knows Jimin only wants to keep him close and that he can most likely sleep well without him being there. Jungkook is also well aware of the fact that sharing a bed with Jimin will only make things worse for him in the end, the way his chest already hurts is enough indication of that.

Still, he sighs. “Alright.”

Jimin smiles so brightly at him Jungkook chooses to forget he’ll regret this soon when he misses Jimin’s warmth next to him. They get in bed together, facing each other, and Jimin still has a small smile on his face that Jungkook can’t stop staring at.

“Mom gave me the address of someone that can help you get back home.” Jungkook mutters, concealing the way he really feels about Jimin going away. “We’ll go to them tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Jimin nods, voice small. He seems to be thinking hard about something, but Jungkook doesn’t dare to ask. “Thank you for doing this, Jungkookie.” He says and moves quickly to deposit a shy kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook swallows. “Good night, Jimin.” He turns his back on the star and closes his eyes, hoping sleep will take him soon.

#jikook #jikook fic #kookmin #kookmin fic #jungkook #jimin #nat writes

[auspiciouspeach]

Words of the Past

part one.

word count: 2,557

pairing: hoseok (not famous) x reader

summary: he had tucked a note into a book hoping that you would find it. you didn’t have the chance to until years later when you picked up the forgotten book. but it was an event of long ago and it had no relevance to your current life. but of course, things have a weird way of working out. the same book ends up in his hands and he is once again in your life. seems like he is no longer a memory of the past.

Specks of dust take over the air in the room, their silent floating spotlighted by the sun, and their presence more apparent in the sneezes coming from the floor. Your hands frantically wave back and forth in front of your face, the action is useless. The dust does not move away and you sneeze again. A huff leaves your lips, you reach for a tissue and blow into it harshly, setting it down on the pile of used tissues. You had avoided moving because of this exact reason. Of course, waiting any longer would be pointless, you had to face the dust at some point, it would never disappear. You pushed the pile of tissues away and continued packing up what was left of your apartment. The idea of doing this quickly almost hurt, you had spent so much time in this apartment, it had been the first you bought, and that only made it harder to leave it. All that was left to put away are the books and soon the task would be done. You would eat, sleep and wake up tomorrow to the moving truck. 

You pull another book from the stack in front of you, examining it you decide that it is best to donate it. You would never read it again, better enjoyed by someone who could find the love in it that you had lost. You continue to sort the books, some bringing back fond memories, others just dread. None of them catch your attention the way the last book in the stack does. You remember having lent it to a friend. You had been in an advanced literature class and your friend’s common class had begun to read it a month after your class finished it. You offered her your annotations and she had gladly taken them. Somewhere in that time, she had lost the book, you should not have cared but it still bothered you slightly. She promised to find it, you told her it was fine but you hoped that she would be able to give it back. You had spent so much time on the book and parting ways with it stung. You kept all your class books because you wanted to look back at your thoughts one day. Another month went by and the book never found its way back to your friend. You had let yourself forget about it, one book was nothing, you still had all the others. So you continued on, that book long gone from your head and the planet for all you knew. Then there came the day landed back in your hands. The bell had rung signaling the end of class and you rushed to get out of the classroom, as always. Your next class was in a hallway at the other end of the building and the only way you could make it on time was to rush. The classroom seemed so near when the one minute bell rang, you would make it. Or so you thought. You heard your name from a short distance and you stopped, you looked around and spotted someone coming your way. At that moment you were sure you would die. You had no idea why the boy you had been crushing on since the beginning of the year was walking towards you or even calling your name. You stood there dumbfounded as he took a second to catch his breath. “I found your book. Here.” he had a gentle smile, his eyes were soft and his whole demeanor was sure to make you swoon at any moment. You wanted to thank him, but you choked on your words, you choked on your heart and the bell rang. You could only let out a gargled “late!” Before quickly turning away from him and sprinting to your class. 

You cringe at your past actions. After the incident, you had not talked to him again. You would watch for a quick sight of him in the halls but that was all. He did not show up the next year, he had moved the summer before senior year. You had thrown the book into your backpack, your locker, your bookshelf. You had never looked back at it, and the memory had been pushed to the back. Just another event and just another crush. Looking at the book, you flipped through the pages, examining the scribbled annotations. Towards the end, a neatly folded piece of paper fell from the pages. You set the book down and picked up the paper, the writing was polished, neat, a bit chunky but you could read it. 

“Y/N,

I found the book at my lunch table, I am assuming it was left behind on accident. As soon as I saw it I was going to return it. But when I was approaching you I saw that you had another book in your hands, and you were talking with a friend about it. I think it was an assignment? So I figured that you might not need it, you might not want it so I kept it with me. I chose to read it. My class had read a portion, I thought why not read the whole thing? So I did, I was not expecting to find so many notes on the pages. I think I had more fun reading your thoughts than the book. I never really got the chance to fully talk to you and maybe that was a missed chance, I figured you were uptight and only okay with talking to those that you knew. I did not realize until much later that you were actually pretty friendly and easy to approach. I should have approached you I guess. I have decided that since I have the chance to give you this book I can also write you a note, which I am. I am going to leave it in the book and hope you find it. I would like to be friends. So when you see me please say hello or wave to me so I know that you read this. I really do hope that this works and that we can get close. If you are not interested disregard this.”

There is a slight pang in your gut. You had missed a chance you were not even aware you had been given. But that was in the past, things happened for a reason. You set the note aside and continued to pack. The words playing in your head. You shook them off and hurried, the day was not forever and you needed rest for tomorrow. Once your packing was all done you allowed yourself the freedom of standing up and stretching. A small snap and crack came from every bone in your body, a triumphant smile appeared. You had finished. You picked up your tissues and shoved them into a mostly filled bag of trash. You picked up and threw away other small stuff before heading to clean yourself up. Once done you finally slept. The view of your new apartment accompanying you in your dreams. 

The next morning you are driving to your new place, the moving truck behind you. The building comes into view and you work your way into the parking space. Once the truck finds a place you help them find your place, and the moving of boxes begins. Trailing behind them you trek up the stairs with box after box. Taking the elevator was done with the heavier stuff, around noon you were finally done. You signed the papers and paid up the rest of what was due. Once you had sent the truck off you were able to get a good look at your apartment and all the boxes. You remembered when you had first moved, it had taken at least half a month for everything to be unpacked, and that was considering you had less than you do now. You could not help but groan. It would be a ton of work but it would be worth it in the end, just as was anything that required work. But first, you had to eat so you would head out, grab a bite and come back. Along the way, you would also pick up some dinner. It would give you a chance to get a good familiarity with the area. With that plan in mind, you grabbed your keys and purse and walked out into the bustling streets.

The sound of people around you and cars whizzing by, honking or idling reminded you that this was your life now, and you only slightly minded it. You were not very happy with the abundance of street noise but you would get used to it, there was a slight charm to it. You smiled to yourself as you spotted a nice place for lunch. The tiny bell notified the workers that you had arrived and one was quick to greet you and seat you. You took a couple minutes to look through the menu before ordering. The smell of the food heading your way made your stomach growl, you had not realized how hungry you were until now. You were quick to eat, you did not even mind burning your tongue when you took the first bite. Instead of venturing out to find another place for dinner you opted to order from the same place. Once your takeout order was in your hands you bid the servers a quick goodbye and left. Back out in the streets, without the previous gnawing hunger, you clearly saw the shops that lined the whole place. You had made a right choice in job and neighborhood. It was all here at your disposal. If only you could tell the past you that every bit of hard work and tear shed was worth it. You took one last look around and placed the image in the back of your head for later. With that being done you finally returned to your new home.

Once inside you set up a reminder to call your parents once you had the general necessities set up. You put your dinner in the fridge and began to mentally locate what you wanted to place first. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen. The living room, office, and extra room could be done later. You located the boxes labeled “main bedroom” and moved them one by one to your bedroom. You had the bed frame, vanity and wardrobe installed before moving in and you were glad you had done so. The relief of not having to do it now was pleasant. You open the box and get to work. 

A couple of hours later the room is settled and so is the bathroom. You are about to begin the kitchen but you are interrupted by your growling stomach. A loud groan leaves your lips as you are forced to stop to appease your body. Except you cannot fully stop yet, because you can not heat up your food without a microwave. Another groan is let out as you begrudgingly reach open the kitchen boxes and find the microwave. You lug it over into its spot and plug it in. “I’m gonna have to be quick because once I rest I will not want to work again.” You mutter to yourself as the food heats up. The beep of the microwave echoes around the empty area. You are quick to pull it out and set it down on the counter before you can feel it burn you. A small hiss blows from between your lips as you rub your fingers. Of course, you had still felt the heat. You turn to the bag you had dumped aside and pull out the disposable utensils and thin napkins. The second the food is cool enough to eat, you scarf it down. “Back to work then.” You push yourself away from the counter and toss the container in the trash bag. You pull things out of the kitchen boxes and set them in their locations. You find the dining table box and with muttered complaints, you work on setting it up in the small dining corner. Once you are done you step back and fully examine all your work. To say that you were tired was an understatement. You wanted to finish up some more but you knew it was best that you rest. You had work tomorrow after all. “Oh right!” Just as you were heading for the bathroom you remembered that you had to take out your pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow. Another reminder came into your head. You grabbed a sticky note and pen from your purse and wrote down some tasks for tomorrow: drop off old books, go grocery shopping after work, start setting up the office and possibly begin the living room. There was probably more, but it didn’t really matter right now. You just wanted to wash up and sleep. So you put the sticky note next to your clothes for tomorrow and left to do as you wanted.

The morning greeted you with the blaring sound of your alarm. You shrugged off your blanket and reached for your phone. Blinking away the sudden brightness of the screen you turned off the alarm. The blankets were so warm and the mattress so lovely, but so was the money you would earn. So with a heavy heart, you hopped out of bed and got ready for your day. Once dressed and cleaned up you picked up the sticky note and grabbed the box of books for donation. You would pick up a quick breakfast on the way to work. You had a bit of time after all. You pulled on a coat, grabbed your purse and then the box of books. Stepping into your heels you let the door click behind you. 

You let the yawn pass as you grabbed your breakfast from the fridge. Another one overcame you as you were taking a bite from your meal. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to stay up slightly longer to finish setting up your closet. You would grab some coffee on the way to work. You looked at your watch and let out a screech at the time. If you didn’t leave now then there would be no coffee for you until your break in the afternoon. You grabbed your stuff and quickly left your apartment. Your small breakfast in hand you struggled to accommodate your feet into your heels. Once it was fine you continued with your speed walk to the elevator. As the doors opened you heard a voice from behind you. “Excuse me, wait.” You turned around and were greeted by the sight of man. “This was on the floor in front of your door.” He had a book in his hand. Not just any book, but the book. The same one that had been lost years prior. He handed it to you with a soft smile. Suddenly you were back in high school and the bell had rung once more. And the man in front of you was the same one as before. And just as before; the only thing you could utter was “late!” before you sprinted down the stairs with the book in your hands.

#hoseok #bts #hoseokxreader #neighbors #hoseokfluff

[whatamessz]

Fic “A Song about Breakfast”

I asked for prompts and @dreaming-powder was as lovely to send me one <3 So here are Murdoc and 2D creating music, a mysterious commercial occupying the only TV on Plastic Beach, discussions about jellyfishes and a relatively smooth sea.

Cleaned up and edited version on AO3.

1846 words | rating: general audience | 2D’s POV | Phase 3 | TW: mentions  of substance abuse | 2Doc only implied, could also be read as platonic

A Song about Breakfast

It’s around six A.M. and 2D sits in front of the huge TV in the living room.The same ancient looking and awfully frantic commercial flares over the flat screen for approximately the thirtieth time since he had opted on residing here this morning. It doesn’t matter. Zapping is pointless. There was only this specific ad on every channel every morning around this time over and over and over.

His brain is pretty much offline anyway and he has stopped questioning occurrences like this a long time ago. He just knows the thing with the endless commercial loop because watching it had happened to become one of his sleeplessness routines here on Plastic Beach and he doubted that Murdoc would care to fix the issue if he would ever tell him.

Sometimes 2D manages to nod off with the telly running, sometimes he just reaches some kind of meditative state which he always considers as the only fitting kind of meditation on a pink island entirely made out of trash.

He snaps out of whatever condition he had reached today when the commercial clock rings again and he is remembered that it’s still an advertisement for an instant breakfast.

His stomach gives a painful growl at that and he realizes just then that he’s hungry. 2D drags himself up and in the kitchen when the obnoxiously cheerful bespectacled TV man asks the off voice if it’s kidding when it promises a full breakfast in only three microwave minutes.

The decision on what to eat quickly becomes overwhelming when he opens the fridge, so he just tiredly reaches for the milk. He looks for the Cheerios and reinserts himself back on his old spot with a full bowl of cereals. Eventually it strikes the magic hour in which the usual program flickers back on and 2D just watches Cartoon Network while he tries very hard not think of long past Sunday mornings with little Noodle.

*** *** ***

It’s noon and he still hasn’t slept, that’s why he sits in the studio now, entirely unprompted, and toys with ideas his sleep deprived brain produces seemingly out of nowhere. The studio is also one of the few places with internet access on this island (though Murdoc had ensured child safety locks in every browser and all of 2D’s or the bands accounts on platforms he’s still allowed to use are thoroughly disabled or have new passwords, however that was possible).

Today’s morning obviously had left its impression. He couldn’t kill the pesky earworm of the jingle from the commercial and thanks to Murdoc’s precautions and the unstable internet connection, it takes him much longer than he would like to admit to sift through a string of 80’s TV spots on YouTube until he finally finds it. He cuts out an audio sample.

By this time, his head is a hellhole of commercial voices, intrusive melodies and his own unconnected thoughts racing.

He starts to work a song around it as a coping mechanism.

Next act. Murdoc himself emerges in the studio’s door. He looks awful.

Like he didn’t sleep in days, too, and that was probably the case, but when he takes in the image of 2D sitting barefoot and straddle-legged on the thick carpet, hunched over his synthesizer, MacBook and notepad scattered around in an apparent working mood, an uncanny huge grin slides across his face, exposing his shark like rotten teeth.

So far, 2D is unenthusiastic about this encounter. He keeps on tinkering with beats from the drum machine and the commercial sample.

“I’m honestly delighted to see you are willing to work even without my gentle requests from time to time,” Murdoc greets him and puts an unnerving emphasis on the word ‘delighted’. 2D only pulls a sardonic expression in answer. He also hasn’t decided yet if he finds Murdoc’s sensible lighter moods more bearable then the… other ones. They’re probably drug-induced anyway.

Not that he was one to talk, he mentally scolds himself. Well, at least he wasn’t like Murdoc, yet. That was his only solace.

2D decides he is too tired and too busy to pick a fight today. Murdoc obviously decides to challenge this resolution and snickers.

“Not quite the Chatty Cathy today hu, sunshine? Well, my night was great, GREAT I tell ya. Threw a party with Cyborg and the pirates. When I’m thinking about it this would be a great name for a band. No wait, scratch that, we already have a great name. And a great band. The GREATEST, if I may say so hun hun hun.” He stops to catch his breath. “Anyway, what are you working on? Doesn’t sound like one of the songs I gave you.”

2D has stopped listening at the very first sentence and scribbles something on his notepad. “’M sorry, what?”

Murdoc sighs, impatient. “The sooong. What are you doing right now? I’m curious.”

“It’s… a new thing. A song… about breakfast,” 2D hears himself saying despite of himself. The truth is, that he wasn’t entirely sure what this was supposed to become.

“About what,” Murdoc snaps incredulous.

“About breakfast,” 2D answers promptly and, to his own surprise, advances a defensive bottom lip. “It’s a song… like a commercial. Catchy, fast living, colorful, you know? Seemingly disposable and about something short lived. Just trying to sell… sss-something for breakfast. Something you can just swallow down when you’re in a hurry.”

Ok, his thoughts are really just running loose right now. He hopes he can remember that later because in this moment the stuff he just bullshat at the same time made miraculous and perfect sense in his poor, tortured head.

Murdoc’s interest suddenly seems piqued. He snatches the notepad from 2D’s thigh and skims over the lines and sentences that may or may not constitute a first attempt on lyrics, nodding appreciatively while he reads. 2D looks up, his face scrunched up insecurely.

Murdoc strides around him, still staring at the notepad and clearly thinking. “Hmmm you know what, this could really work as a concept,” he mutters and lowers himself to the floor with a groan, back to back with 2D.

2D stiffs up at that and considers leaning away.

“Any ideas on how to call it already?” The question hits him offhand and he blinks, unsure.

“Uhn… Little…Pink…stink…fish?” he comes up with, very response delayed.

Suddenly, Murdoc just cracks up and laughs harshly and genuinely until he chokes on his own spit and the laughter turns into a coughing fit.

2D can feel the vibration of it rocking his own body. As if it was contagious, 2D can’t help the smile that spreads over his face then, partly over his own stupid answer, partly because he hears and feels Murdoc laughing and he hadn’t had that in a very long time.

“You know, I also had a new idea for a song last night,” Murdoc pipes up excited when his coughing finally has subsided. “Just wait!”

With that, he takes the pencil lying next to 2D and scribbles something on the notepad. Curious, 2D leans to the side to try and spy what the bassist was doing, but just in that moment Murdoc so much as thrusts the pad back into his face, brandishing it so close in front of his nose that at first, he can’t make out anything. 2D cautiously takes the pad and stares at it, baffled.

“Murdoc, that’s just a shitty sketch of one of these sodding jellyfishes,” 2D states irritated. Murdoc had drawn the silly grinning thing just over his “lyrics”.

“RIGHT??? These are just bloody everywhere!”

“But... that’s not a song,” 2D answers again, but he sounds interested now. He thinks his overtired brain is just about to produce another idea.

“But we need a song about them on the album! They embody the experience of this place!!!” Murdoc sounds frantic now and 2D can feel him gesturing wildly.

“They even look more like candy wrappers than real animals,” he agrees and nods along, even if the likeliness of Murdoc’s drawing with the actual strange animals he remembers seeing sometimes in front of his underwater prison or in the Stylo (submarine mode) is only minimal.

“They are a plague, I swear! There was a bunch – “, Murdoc interrupts himself. “A gang? A posse? A pack? – nah whatever! There were a whole lot of them almost clogging the seawater suction pipes for the cooling system of the engine room last week! Had to get on my good ol’ wetsuit and get rid of ‘em myself…”, he mumbles and 2D giggles at the image. He himself hadn’t noticed any of that last week.

“I… can show you what I thought so far for the music,” he offers.

“Yeah yeah, go on”, Murdoc encourages him and snivels, so 2D shows him the gruesome commercial sample and that he intends on putting it at the beginning of the song.

“Disturbing. I like it,” Murdoc states with a palpable shiver down his spine.

“Did you know this commercial is the only thing that runs on every channel for at least an hour every morning around six,” 2D suddenly admits and Murdoc half turns around.

“No… what in the seven hells? Why?”

“I thought you might know.” He shrugs and goes on with his demonstration.

Murdoc taps his foot to the beat of the drum machine and chimes in with comments here and there on what he might like or would change. He only stands up one time to pick up his bass, strumming along some very simple base lines in time with the drums and piano snippets the singer had patched together so far. Somewhere along, 2D had reached his dead point where he no longer felt drop dead tired and Murdoc had seemed to come down from whatever height he was in when he first entered. Surprisingly, the companionable workflow lasts.

That really was a rarity, since many other songs before had been a true fight.

At some point, he can feel Murdoc’s little finger creep over to rest on his own. 2D, who was lazily pushing some keys on his synth with one hand, bites his lip. He takes a deep breath.

“Muds?”

“Yeah?”

“We are having a good time right now for once, right,” he starts flat out. Murdoc pauses.

“I… think so.”

“Then don’t ruin it,” 2D says coolly and can feel how Murdoc’s retreats his hand instantly.

“2D I-“

“We can maybe work the jellyfish in you know,” he cuts Murdoc off and tries changing the subject.

“The jellyfish could be the theme together with the breakfast. The jellyfish could be the brand. Don’t you wish to stab those stupid smiles sometimes”, he goes on, even when animal cruelty really is the last thing he would like to promote and the jellyfishes for sure weren’t the ones that did anything to him. Sometimes he’s just so angry.

Murdoc huffs and chuckles lowly. “Actually…. That’s crazy but brilliant. I’m a genius for coming up with these  things.”

2D sighs in dramatized exasperation. “Yes, Murdoc, you really are.”

#gorillaz #2doc #niccalpot #studoc #plastic beach #2doc only implied #fan fiction #gorillaz fan fiction #my fic

[dashinberlin]

The First Day of the Rest of My Life in Berlin

Welcome to my diary. I have been meaning to keep one of these for the whole of my twenties but I never got around to it. I’m currently 26 years old and today was the day that I moved to Berlin. It was a   decision i made one year and ten days ago on the 13th of November. IT came about because my dreams and career have been stagnating for a while [4 years] In London and I really wasn’t happy anymore, especially after moving back in with my dad because my previous residence was too full of dogshit and used needles. I got up at about 8 I think. Dean, my ex boyfriend and best friend came over about 9, and we spent the morning sorting out a bunch of my last belongings. It was all very frantic and rushed, but I left the house in a state my dad was relatively pleased with. 

We went to the post office first to mail some rubber to my crush in America. It was rubber from my passed away Sir. We were such a scene trying to fix the broken granny trolley full of stuff for dean with parcel tape in front of a busy post office.  We got on the tube. It was a nightmare trying to navigate with three things on wheeels and about 5 or 6 back packs or bags. It was really strange and busy the whole things. Given that I had given myself a year to plan all of this, the fantasy-land version of myself had dreamed that everything would have been packed up and put to bed months ago, however the real version of me new I would be a qausi ,but never ever complete disaster as usual. In my head I think of myself as being one on a team of rag tag misfit kits who save the day wearing inventive but destroyed outfits, and brandish effective yet fucking weird and unconventional looking weapons.  

So yeah we got to the airport and checked in, nearly burst into tears telling the lady on the desk i’d been planning this day for a year. my mate Bill works at heathrow and he came and joined us at the whetherspoons to see me off. When we’d drank and the time came for us to leave I decided now was the perfect time to record a video with Dean where we read off and performed our list of completely fucking weird and abstract foiles-es-deux language memes from the stickynotes app on my laptop. “blabble fish” “octoboyfriend” “Hatch distress call” and “pacman around the shop” were all memes that we re-enacted for this video. it was LOLZ. 

And then the time was upon us. We walked to the gate, and we said goodbye. I pretty much instantly burst into tears telling dean good bye and how much i loved him, whilst holding him.  We’ve been joined at the hip seeing each other at least two times a week for four years so it was a bit tough. We said we loved each other and were thankful for the times we had. I gave bill a “come here Bill!” and pulled him close. 

Got through security and put my head-phones on. Next song up on my list was Foals- Spanish Sahara. This track is a work of art. It progresses so slowly I had to skip the first minute to be able to skip to the part where you could actually say it was a beginning verse. I walked to my gate (A26) as the song progresses. ....  This whole time, the last year I knew was going to be year of closing doors behind me, some shut easy, some shut with the sound of broken hearts bittersweet wishes. When I decided to leave London it was like suddenly my 3d interaction with the city and all the people in it had become a massive one way track labyrinthine palace and at every step where i knew it was the last time i’d be in one place, or talk to one person, I neatly and quietly closed the door of this memory behind me. At first you’re zig zagging all over town shutting doors, but when it gets closer to things like, your leaving party, and your last ten tube rides, and then last time you see people you see every day, and then suddenly you’re listening to Spanish Sahara (a song about abandoning a foresaken place) and you’re looking through airport glass at the plane your about to board and you let out a great big silent scream because the fucking plane door now not only represents final closure of the palace of your life in London, all the hopes, failures dreams, tears, memories, laughs, blood, semen, and ambitions of this place. It staggeringly also carries the weight of being a portal to another dimension. At this point the plane ceases to be a plane, but instead is now a vessel that carries you from your neatly shut-down city of failed dreams, through time and space, to your future in a world that you really don’t know that much about, apart from that there was a big wall that cut it in half, and that it is currently the  stunning playground of Gay Angels, Neo Nazi Demons, and all those in between... oh and by the way, they’re all dancing to techno and fucking on the dancefloor. 

So I board the plane. I go to my seat I booked, its by a window at the very back. I’m sitting there with tears in my eyes and a woman turns around from the seat in front of me and asks in german if the lighter she has just found on the floor is mine. I tell her no its not, an eventually in german “Dass is nicht mein feuerzoig” and we strike up conversation. I tell her very quickly this is my moving flight to berlin that i’ve been planning on for one , and she’s instantly overwhelmed with compassionate amazement. Her name is Ingrid. She was super sweet to me, and told me numerous times that she had huge respect for me making this gigantic leap, and the guts it took to make it, and how much fun berlin would be, and how so many people never listen to their gut instinct. Over the cours of the flight she tells me over her story, how she lived in Berlin for 10 years, in Schoneberg no less, and how she thought she’d be happier becoming a sister in a convent, and how her dream led her astray, and how it had hurt to leave everything to start again and it not worked out. She explained how she worked in finance for a bit, and then a hospice which was a her true calling in life, and now how she was doing finance work again....and was very unfulfilled.  I told her more of my year,  how the dogshit needle house and years of london stagnation had made me so anxious sometimes at work I just wanted to sit there and cry and scream at the blank wall in front of my desk. And how something drastic needed to be done. I told her how I lost Michael in Berlin and how is death affected me, nd how I believe in magic and the amazing energy of the universe that will help and guide you if you are good, and you believe, and if you ask nicely and you yearn, and you work hard it will heLP YOU THE FUCK OUT. Ingrid supported all my additions with points of her own, and I think in that moment she new that like me, her life had become derailed from it’s path towards destiny and that it was time to get off of this path of pointlessness and back on one which makes her happy.  That vessel. The wormhole to another life. Was a magical place to be. The plane flew over a beautiful wash of white clouds the whole way to Germany, and their textures changed from bright sunshine to darkness very quickly as sunset speed was enhanced by the plane’s cruising speed of threehundredandX MPH. With the ground obscured by smokewaves and light switch of the earth being flicked off so quickly, it was the transition from one path to another was practically audible. It was like the closing palace was actually my universe collapsing into a singular hyper dense singularity, and this new state, one even smaller than an atom was where I was in the vessel in that moment. The changing of the sky and the earth around me was actually the visual signs that my new future was being rotated and recalibrated around me, so that when the door of that fucking plane opened, a new palace and a new universe and a new future would burst out in front of me, sprawling infinitely. The name of that future is Berlin. 

The plane lands. I get my bags with Ingrid. We take a selfie, proclaim the importance and sacred of our meeting and we move on.  In the cab ride back to my place the driver welcomes me to Berlin and we instantly start talking about the insane nightlife. By the end of the cab ride he has revealed to me that he has always wanted to go to berghain and i give him some ideas of he could look cool and get in. and he is very thankful. He also told me how when he’s having sex he loves speaking in english because he finds it super fucking hot...like seriously, he spoke so emphatically that from what i can tell, english sex is to him what bondage fisting is to me. 

I hang about for ten minutes waiting for Alis excited as fuck. When she arrives and opens the foor and screams “welcome to your new chapter!!” she looks slightly concerned at me for  second because a few seconds has passed now and I’m so fulll of amazement and awe at those words my mouth was a big jar with a small lid, and  filled with big word pickles and none of the eighty word pickeles could come out. . . So I just sort of jumped in the air and screamed a abit. We climbed about 7 flights of  stairs up to the flat with my HEAVY Fuckng bags where she let me in and showed me my new room. Which. just. oh. my god. It’s. just. so fucking big. I can’t even believe it. I have the best room in the house! It’s long and tall, you could get about two and a half of my old bedroom in brixton into it easily.  Suddenly I was here, The sparks of my new life palace constructing itself in front of me. All I could think was that it seemed so easy in a way.  Like I had asked, and yes i did work, and save, and put in love and money and effort, and it just appeared in front me and now I can just go walk over, and pick it up and hold it and it’s mine. MY DREAM IS MINE AND ITS COMING TRUE EVERY SECOND THAT PASSES. 

#bLOG #BERLIN LIFE #I MOVED TO BERLIN #MOVING TO BERLIN #ROAD TO BERLIN #I LOVE BERLIN #BERLIN BLOG #LONDON #NEW LIFE #DIARY