#saw this while taking the bus to a new cafe and. i almost fell out of my seat

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

jumpscare for shoelace-loving gay people aged 22 or above in the city of liverpool

#saw this while taking the bus to a new cafe and. i almost fell out of my seat #like the BEYONCE?! meme but ENJOLRAS?!! #no words. i have no idea what it’s doing there. it’s in amongst all thw other random street art #like i said. jumpscare for people who were on tumblr in 2012 #kskdkskdk #les mis #random thoughts with grace

[myfavoritesstuff]

We can have Andrew and Ashley (separately) dating reader who is a singer/guitarist in a Punk rock band, who has a somewhat cynical, indifferent personality but is quite kind when you get to know her.

But there is a problem, she is possessed by a demon and needs to kill or drink human blood to survive (just like that movie Jennifer Body feat. Megan Fox)

Possession from Within

Pairing(s): Andrew Graves x Reader, Ashley Graves x Reader

Note: I didn’t exactly know where to go with this, but I hope this is what you wanted. I also didn’t go into as much detail or story with Ashley’s part, and I decided to take a different route with her. Sorry if this isn't what you meant. NOT PROOFREAD

Andrew

If the saying one person fell first but the other fell harder is true, then that would definitely apply to Andrew Graves.

He first saw you when he escaped the apartment with his sister Ashley. You were playing down the street with the rest of your band.

As you seemingly looked through the crowd on stage, your eyes met his. You could call it love at first sight, for him at least.

While Ashley was dozing off on the bus, he snuck his way out to see you again. You were backstage, along with the rest of the band, just finished with your performance when you saw him.

He introduced himself and complimented your performance. He then asked if you would like to go out to a cafe together before you headed home. You looked at him up and down, almost in a judging way, but nonetheless you agreed.

That was about a month ago, now you and Andrew were a couple. At first you came off as a very cynical person, but as days passed he got to see you under a new light. He fell first, you fell harder.

You guys spent countless days and nights together, for you invited him along with his sister to come and live with you. While Andrew was excited, Ashley wasn’t too thrilled.

She didn’t like you. Not just because you were taking all her brother's attention and time away, but it was something more. There was something off about you.

And she was right. From a young age, you had been possessed by a demon. It’s the reason why you're living on your own, away from your parents. The demon hasn’t fully taken over, at least not yet. But it certainly had its moments where it did.

Ever since that day, it changed your life. You were no longer able to eat regular food without throwing up. That’s why in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, you snuck out only to kill and drink the blood of other humans.

That all changed when you met Andrew, sort of. While he didn’t know of the possession, he did always calm down the demonic side. However, you could tell that the demon wasn’t going to give up so easily. In fact it seemed to thrive more when you were around Andrew. Almost like it could tell what he has done in the past, not that you knew any of it. And he intended to keep it that way. You both intended to keep your pasts a secret.

Thai was not so easy. As the days turned to weeks Ashley became all the more suspicious. And since her brother was too blinded by love to see that something was wrong, she decided to take measures into her own hands. One night she pretended to be asleep, and after you left, she woke up her brother.

“Andy! Come on, there’s something you got to witness.”

While Andrew wasn’t too thrilled to be awake at such an ungodly hour, if it was about you, then he didn’t mind.

Shortly after he and Ashley found you in an alleyway. You were hunched over a dead body, and the second they took a step closer, you noticed their presence.

He took a moment to look at you, your pupils were dilated into slits and were really small, almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving your eyes white.

It was then he realized that you were possessed. Without thinking he rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug, ignoring the way you thrashed around in his hold. He spoke, his voice gentle as he looked over at his sister.

Ashley, seemingly knowing what to do, pulled out the trinket that she got back in the apartment.

“Mr. Demon! I am offering you something. This time take this demon away from my brother’s girlfriend!”

It was then that the whole area was black and red. The demon appeared just as quickly as it disappeared.

It worked.

When you awoke, Andrew simply pulled you into a tight embrace you started to tear up.

“Everything is alright,” he spoke and you knew that it would be.

Ashley

When she met you it had also been recently after they escaped from the apartment. When she saw you she thought you were beautiful, even with the punk looking appearance.

She demanded to her brother that they go and see you.

After having gotten the chance to speak with you, she was surprised by the attitude you gave her. But nonetheless she kept trying to speak to you.

After some time, she was finally able to break down the facade that you put up.

Underneath that tough exterior lied a kind and thoughtful person. Maybe that’s why she asked you to be a couple.

While she thought she had figured you out, you threw in a twist.

You see, you had been possessed by the very demon that she had been offering souls too.

It was no wonder why whenever she called out to the demon, she would only be met with silence.

But this demon possession took its toll on you. It forced you to go out “hunting” every night, killing and eating human flesh and drinking human blood.

You didn’t know what to do. So, you went to your girlfriend Ashley.

By the look on her face, you could tell that she was surprised and seemed extremely pissed off that you were targeted by the demon that she originally summoned. Luckily she had the grimoire still tucked away with her. She found exactly the ritual she was looking for, and with the help of her brother, she set it up.

However, right as she started the ritual, the demon started to take over. You were thrashing around, with your head banging against the floorboards. While worried for your sake, she could only continue the ritual, eyes however tearing up at the sight of your pain.

When the ritual was over, you became silent.

She rushed over to you, and started rambling about how she was so worried for you and how she was sorry that you had to go through all that.

You put your finger to her lips, successfully silencing her.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay now.” you softly spoke, “I’m okay.”

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #andy and leyley #andrew x reader #andrew graves x reader #andrew and ashley #andrew graves #leyley graves #ashley graves #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

[kingdom-mcnd]

Tnx reaction first date

So I am pretty new to this. And English is also not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. And I am also a baby thx so I don't know allot yet.

Teahun ->

Movie date at home. I feel like he would invite you to the dorm. But first would kick his members out. After kicks them out he would get some blankets and pillows for you to lay on. And would get the snacks ready. When it was almost time he would be super nervous. But when you were finally arrived he would be a smiling ball of fluff. When you finally sat down he would pretend to yawn and put his arm around you. You two would talk more then actually watch the movie. It would overall be a pretty good date.

KyungJun ->

Picknick date at the park. He would make all the food himself and would before that ask you what you like to eat and drink. When you would arrive you two would walk there. He would getter the courage to hold your hand. You to would sit down. While you where eating together he would talk allot out of nervousness. And when you're done eating you decided to stay a bit longer to just sit and talk. He would blush so hard when you put your had on his shoulder. It would be a good date.

HyunSoo ->

Coffee date. (I heard he really likes coffee but I am not sure.) You two would meet up at an cafe. Would get really nervous when he saw you. He would get the idea that you two would order for eachother. He would get you a coffee with a heart drawn in it and you would get his favourite. You two would also share a piece of cake and you two would take a lot of pictures together. After you would make a small walk in the park. He would be super sweet during the date and when he could he would try to hold your hand.

JunHyeok ->

Arcade date. Would pick you up at your house and would walk with you to the arcade. Would let you choose the games. Would of course let you win but not always. When you asked him to teach you how to shoot he would gladly do it. He will hold your hands and aim with you. He would blush like crazy. He would insist to win a plushie for you. After slot of trying he got one and give it to you. He would shyly ask you to take selfie. But the date would go really well and you would talk a lot.

Hwi ->

Studio date. He would let you in his studio he even brought a chair for this. First he asked you which snacks you wanted. Then you settled down in his studio. He would talk with you and listen to music. If you asked slot and act cute he would maybe let you hear some songs he made himself. And if your comfortable enough he would let you record one of his songs. After that date he would also listen to it all the time. It was really cute and sweet he would take a picture and frame it and put it there in his studio.

SungJun ->

Getting ice cream and going to the animal park. First he would go to the ice cream shop with you and. After that he would take you to the park while you you walk he would hold your hand. Then he would take you to the park and you two would feed the animals let them and talk and laugh together. Would secretly take pictures of you petting animals. When you would go back you would go with the bus. So you could spend a little more time with him waiting. In the but you would share airpods. He would smile allot when you fell asleep in his shoulder.

#tnx #tnx reactions #tnx imagines #hyunsoo #kyungjun #junhyeok #tnx hwi #sungjun #taehun

[arrowflier]

Fic prompt: How do people who tangentially know Ian react when Gay Jesus goes viral? Do they reach out to Ian/the Gallaghers? Lip's college friends, Milkovich cousins, ROTC classmates, Kash and Linda ... Is Gus Pfender telling someone Gay Jesus was his brother-in-law for 4 seconds? :D

I Heard it Through the Grapevine

“This is a pretty new one,” Gus Pfender said into the mic, sitting onstage at a little bar on the outskirts of New York City. “About a girl I knew a while back. A girl that was totally crazy, you all know the type.” He paused and waited for the knowing laughter to die down.

“No, but really though, she was!” he continued, idly tapping on the neck of his guitar as he talked. “She got me to marry her and everything, then slept with her ex, then tried to marry some other guy before we were even separated! Can you believe that?”

The laughter was more awkward that time, but he didn’t notice.

“Anyway, turns out she came by crazy honestly, runs in the family or something.” Even his band mates were starting to get a little antsy behind him, but he wasn’t quite done throwing his ex under the metaphorical bus.

“Yeah, get this—her little brother started a cult, called himself Gay Jesus or somethin’. Just saw him on the news—he blew up a van!” Gus laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool, but the audience was quiet.

The drummer cleared his throat behind him, and Gus finally got with the program, righting himself and coughing into the mic before saying, “Anyway, here it is; sing along loud if you know it, maybe she’ll hear us all the way back in Chicago.”

And he launched into the opening chords of “Fuck You Fiona”.

In the audience, Mandy Milkovich straightened up at the first round of Fiona’s name echoing around the dimly lit room. Her date—well, her client—touched her arm, and she jerked away before she could remember herself. Remember that she was supposed to like being touched, now.

“Sorry,” she simpered at the short older man, putting her hand on his when he let it fall to the table between them. “You just surprised me, hun.”

She smiled at him sweetly, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth until it hurt. “Be right back,” she promised him quickly, before standing and grabbing her purse from the back of her chair. “Just need to go freshen up for you.”

She cringed as she said it, but it had the desired effect, the man just waving her away as he turned his attention back to the stage just in time for the rousing chorus of “fuck you”.

As soon as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her, Mandy was leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. Chicago. Fiona. Crazy family. Little brother.

Ian.

She fumbled in her purse for her phone, a sleek black thing that one of her more dedicated clients had bought for her. She swiped past the homescreen that he had set to a picture of the two of them, and opened up her browser.

Ian Gallagher she typed in, holding her breath as the results of the search loaded.

It came out in a single whoosh when she saw it, leaving her limp against the dirty porcelain.

Chicago’s Ian ‘Gay Jesus’ Gallagher Charged with Arson and Destruction of Property read the very top headline. Mandy skimmed the rest through the tears that filled her eyes, not daring to let them fall.

Ian Gallagher, middle child of six, pled guilty by reason of insanity at his trial last week, claiming his unmedicated bipolar disorder was the reason for his irrational behavior.

Oh god, Ian.

Last time she saw him, Ian had his shit together. He had a job, and a boyfriend, and he was taking his meds, and he kept her calm and helped her deal with a fucking body and gave her a place to stay for the night. What had happened since then? How had things gone so wrong for him again?

She didn’t know. She needed to know. She needed to know that he was okay.

Mandy bit her lip, mind racing as she considered her options. None of them were good. Mickey was gone. She didn’t speak to the rest of her family. She could call Iggy, or Colin she supposed, but she wasn’t even sure they weren’t in jail themselves. Besides, if they weren’t, she didn’t want Terry overhearing.

With shaking hands, she dialed a number she had been pretending she didn’t know, instead. A number that she had been trying her best to forget.

Phillip Gallagher picked up on the very first ring.

“Yeah, alright. No, I know, Mandy. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.”

Lip sighed as he pressed the end call button, rubbing a hand over his face. Joaquin, sitting next to him, blew a stream of smoke in Lip’s face until he straightened again, coughing.

“The hell was that for, asshole?” he asked, waving the smoke away. “You know how much shit I’m gonna get if Tami smells that on me?”

Joaquin snorted. “Still can’t believe you shacked up with your baby-mamma, man,” he teased. “You have a kid now, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, well,” Lip muttered, reaching over to steal the joint right out of his hand despite his warnings about the smell. “A lot of things have changed since the last time I saw you.”

No shit. The last time Joaquin had seen Lip Gallagher, he’d been helping him steal money from the high-end startup Lip was working for. Then he’d just disappeared, only to wander into the little cafe where Joaquin liked to take lunch just a few days ago. They’d been catching up a little bit each day since, but Joaquin’s head was still spinning trying to equate this short-haired, run-down family man with the brilliant guy he knew back in the day.

“So, who was that?” Joaquin pried. “Who’s Mandy? You two-timing your girl already, Gallagher?”

“Fuck no,” Lip exclaimed, nearly spitting out the joint. Joaquin snatched it back immediately—the Gallagher he knew never would have risked the good stuff like that.

“No,” Lip repeated more calmly. “I uh, used to date her,” he revealed. “Before I knew you. But that was a long time ago.”

Joaquin nodded. “So what’s she callin’ you for then?”

Lip rubbed at his lip—Joaquin giggled in his head at that thought—and went quiet for a long moment. Joaquin just sat by him and smoked, content to wait it out.

“She was asking about my brother,” Lip answered finally. “They were friends.”

“Which brother?” Joaquin questioned. “The janitor, or the crazy one?”

Lip eyed him oddly. “The janitor is the crazy one,” he said, but Joaquin shook his head.

“No, no,” he rambled, “the little guy, the one you thought was dealin’.”

“Carl?” Lip clarified, and laughed, fingers picking idly at the knee of his jeans. “Nah, Carl’s actually doin’ alright now, I think. It’s Ian. The one you met.”

“What’s goin’ on with him?”

Lip hesitated, and then, “You heard about Gay Jesus?” he asked, and Joaquin felt his eyes go wide. He almost dropped the joint himself this time.

“No way,” he breathed out. “That was him?” He gestured wildly. “With the kids, and the cult, and the van?”

“That was him,” Lip confirmed grimly. “Off his meds, we think. That’s what he says, at least.”

Joaquin whistled, and handed the joint back. “Think you need this more than me right now,” he said.

Lip didn’t disagree when he took it.

Linda looked up when a stranger entered her store, then promptly rolled her eyes and went back to her magazine. The kids were with the sitter and the store was practically empty, so there was no reason not to take some time for herself for once. A single stoner wandering around the aisles wasn’t that much of a concern.

Still, she kept an eye on him as he poked through what they had to offer. He wasn’t bad looking, despite his floppy hair and red-rimmed eyes—reminded her a little bit of a young Kash, even.

She promptly hated herself for thinking of her absent, no-good husband, and hated the stranger in the store for making her do it.

So when he finally came to the counter, holding two bags of chips and a Red Bull, she might have been just a tad ruder than normal.

“Put it on the counter,” she ordered gruffly when he just stood there, staring into space.

“Whoa, yeah, sorry, sorry,” he rambled, doing as he was bid. “Just came from visiting a buddy, guess I left my mind behind a bit, huh?” He giggled. A grown man just giggled in her store.

“Maybe you know them, the Gallaghers?” He continued while she rang him up. Her hands barely paused when she heard the name. That was a long time ago, and they didn’t come here anymore.

The stoner was still talking, though. “Man they’ve had some bad luck, you know?” He shook his head. “First with Lip’s stuff, now his brother again?”

Linda stilled, bag of chips still in hand.

“Which brother?” she asked despite herself. She shouldn’t care, but somehow she still did. That little shit had stolen her husband, got his boyfriend shot in her store, and bailed on her with no warning, but when he had been there, he had been good to her. Helped her run the store, even helped her with the kids if she begged. She’d been sad to hear it when he went off the rails, but the rumor around town was that he was doing better, now.

“The crazy red-haired one,” the stoner answered, and she guessed a rumor was all it had been. “They call him Gay Jesus now, he blew up a van and everything.”

“Ten seventy-five,” she told him, not commenting any more on the topic. It wasn’t her business.

But as the stranger walked out the door, leaving her to her magazine again, she considered sending some sort of basket to the Gallagher house. For old time’s sake.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the bell over the door ring a second time as someone else hurried out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Iggy Milkovich muttered to himself as he rushed off down the street away from the Kash’N’Grab, forgetting to even steal anything in his hurry.

Ian fucking Gallagher. Gay fucking Jesus. How had nobody around him seen that coming?

Iggy remembered when Ian was living with them, before he went crazy the first time. Or while he went crazy the first time? Who fucking knew, that kid was always off the rails if he thought taking up with Iggy’s kid brother right under Terry’s nose was a good fucking idea.

But there was that one time, when things were mostly still going good, when he remembered hearing Mickey talk to his boy about crashing some funeral. A funeral for a fairy soldier that Ian knew when he was going by his brother’s name out at bootcamp. They’d come home from that thing with Ian practically vibrating, bouncing off the walls with fury at the protest they had wandered into, and he had seen the way it made Mickey freak out.

Mickey was in Mexico now. Iggy knew that. Everybody fucking knew that, even if they pretended they didn’t. And it was a bad fucking idea for him to find out about this, for so many reasons.

But Iggy couldn’t do that to his brother. He couldn’t hide something like this. And if Mickey found out some other way, from someone else…well. There was no saying what stupid shit that fucker might do.

So when he got home, he hit the bong to calm his racing heart. Then he picked up the phone, and dialed a number he wasn’t supposed to know.

“Yeah, thanks Ig,” Mickey said into his burner phone. “I already knew.”

His partner for the day, some new cartel wannabe that got paired up with the Gringo to see how he managed the streets, gave him a weird look as he shoved the phone into the pocket of his jeans.

“Who was that?” the burly man asked, voice rough, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

“Your girlfriend,” he answered dryly. “Wanted to know if I had dropped your ass in the grave yet so we can go fuck in peace.”

The idiot looked like he actually believed it, and Mickey snorted.

“A fuckin’ contact, okay?” he revealed. “And none of your fuckin’ business ‘til you manage to climb the ladder past ‘basic bitch errand boy’, so get the shit and let’s get movin’.”

At least the moron followed instructions.

Mickey wiped a hand over his face while the other man’s back was turned, gathering himself. It was confirmed, then. First by those weird-ass rainbow shirts, and now by Iggy, who wouldn’t lie to him about something like that. Ian Gallagher had gotten himself in trouble, and Mickey wasn’t there to save him this time.

He sighed as his partner came back with the rest of the goods, and they set off to a new position on the next corner.

One way or another, it looked like Mickey Milkovich was going back to Chicago.

#this one was really fun #thanks for the cool idea! #forgot the ROTC kids though #daily speedwrite #gay jesus #ian gallagher #gus pfender #mandy milkovich #lip gallagher #joaquin #linda karib #iggy milkovich #mickey milkovich #lots of mentions of the exploding van #not sure how to warn for that but I know somebody asked for warnings for car crashes and car accidents and this might count

[ijwrff]

Yandere! Wilford Warfstache

Hello! This is a commission from my good friend @nerdqueenkat​. I haven’t written anything for egos in a while so I hope this turned out okay! 

It...wasn’t very hard to notice Wilford Warfstache. That is...unless he didn’t want you to know he was there. Somehow the world around him seemed to bend to his will. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was some magical being who could make all your wishes come true. 

That was how it started. You were going about your day as usual, when you took notice of the man with the pink suspenders sitting on the bench you would normally wait on for the evening bus back home. 

“Is this seat taken?” You politely asked, before he gave a shake of his head and scooted over to accommodate for you. Before, he was slouched across it, not leaving any room for a second person. 

“Of course not...you can see me?” It was straightforward, and you turned to him in shock. 

“See you...of course, you’re right here.” He looked as real as anyone else...actually. There didn’t seem to be anyone at the stop. It wasn’t usually a popular spot, but a good two or three people were common. You’d even come to know a couple by name in your time taking the same bus every day. But none of them seemed to be here today. 

“Well now what day is it…” The man looked perplexed, as if he had no bearings on what was real in the world around him. This man surely must be mad. 

Even so, you indulged, hoping that he wasn’t the dangerous kind of mad. “It’s September. The 21st?” The bus would surely be here soon. Maybe he wasn’t intent on riding the bus, and was simply using the bench as a place to stay. 

There were too many things that didn’t add up. 

“No, no, the month or day doesn’t matter, silly! What year?” He didn’t seem to be harmful at least...if anything maybe a bit confused. There was an odd drawl to his speech, maybe he was simply recovering from a late night out. A hangover could certainly explain the confusion. 

“2020.” A short answer, maybe he would get the message and not try pushing any buttons until your bus got here. 

Your answer only seemed to confuse him more as he began muttering to himself. “No that’s not right...I don’t meet you for another…”

Now he was starting to worry you. He sounded like he seriously lost his marbles, you just wanted to get back home and curl up on the couch with your favorite show on. Maybe a nice cup of hot chocolate. 

You turned away from the man and saw the headlights of a bus in the distance, gradually getting closer. “Well it was nice meeting you but I…” When you turned back he was no longer there. Where could he have been able to go so quietly? 

Shaking off the strange encounter, you got off the bus and made your way back home. That would have been it, a strange encounter. But that wasn’t the last time you saw him. 

Months later, into the chilly weather of February, you were sitting in a local cafe, browsing through the internet with the help of their free wifi. It was quiet, and nobody paid you much mind, until one familiar person came around and changed your life. 

“It’s good to see you gumdrop, I’ve missed you!” Before you could react, you were being pulled into a side hug. You aimed to push the stranger away, but you recognized him. He wasn’t easy to forget. His strong grip made it near possible to escape, but as quickly as it happened it was over. 

The man spun around to the other side of the table and kicked his feet up onto the table. You looked around quickly to see if anyone else was seeing what you were, but they didn’t turn. They didn’t seem to notice you at all. 

“How has the new job been going? Got time for a few questions?” He seemed more...peppy than he had been. In fact, he seemed to be almost formal. He had a notepad out and a pen he pulled from behind his ear as he seemingly read through a list of potential questions. 

You were still stumped on the first one. “New...new job? I’m sorry I think you’re confusing me with someone else.” Getting up to leave and give this man some space, you shuffled your things into your bag. He didn’t let you get away. 

“Wait! Just a minute, no worries my darling it probably hasn’t happened yet.” Flipping quickly through a few pages he cleared his throat. “Ah yes, here we are.” He seemed to find his place, quickly throwing out another question before you could process the insanity that was leaving his lips. “What would you say your favorite animal is? If you could have one as a pet what would it be?” 

“I’m sorry...animal? I don’t even know your name.” You wanted to give this man a chance, clearly he thought he knew you. “Um...if I’d have to pick I’d say rabbit. They seem easy to take care of in my current apartment.” 

With a nod he wrote down your answer, not that you had given him permission to. But honestly? Anything to get this odd situation out of the way, you had to search for a job soon or you’d lose your apartment…

“My name?” The man let out a loud laugh, leaving you to once again check to see if you had caused a disturbance, only ro yet again be met with obliviousness. Not a single person was turning to look at you. It made you feel...uneasy. This man seemed to have an air that said he can and will get whatever he wants...so what does he want with you?

“My name is Wilford Warfstache, my dear y/n.” The man you now know as Wilford leaned forward, leaving you to wonder how he knew your name. “And you...are my spouse. Maybe not now...but surely later. It’s only a matter of time. No matter how relevant such a thing may be.” He leaned forward, and you found yourself leaning forward as well. What was so enticing about this man?

You couldn’t help it...when you leaned forward it was almost as if there was a pink hue to his eyes, swirling...captivating. What...were you just worried about? 

Your lips never hit his though. But a sweet taste filled your mouth. You were alone at the table, your favorite flavor of sucker hanging from your mouth. 

It was months later when you found him for the third time. Since then, random gifts have arrived at your door. You knew it was him, but how he knew your address was beyond you. You resorted to staying at home for fear of running into Wilford again. He wouldn’t be able to make it into your home...right?

You had tried moving multiple times. It only took three times for you to give up. He always knew. How did he always know?

Something was off...something was wrong about him. You knew telling the police would do nothing. He couldn’t be human. He was in your dreams...telling you of a future that you’ll have together. It got to the point where walking around your empty apartment day to day seemed more like a dream. 

The dreams became more...enticing over time. Everything you ever wanted was a reality. All of your problems were just...washed away. The dreams would all always end the same. Wilford would say the same line at the end of every dream. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

At this point...it was unclear even to you if it was a promise or a threat. 

One day, or one gift rather, shined through more than any other. When you opened your door to the sound of the mail arriving, you were greeting with yet another gift basket. This one...was completely full of things you recall telling Wilford about in your dreams. 

A book from your childhood, a postcard from the place you most wanted to visit, and an array of your favorite candies, all mixed in with something you thought you’d never see again. The vase that you broke in childhood, that you were told held great history in your family. Your parents gave you hell for breaking it, and there wasn’t a family gathering you went to where someone didn’t bring it up. How did he know the exact one?

 The dreams had to be real, or he would never know. Or maybe...this was a dream as well. It seemed as if every time he asked you a question, the answer directly correlated with what gifts you would receive next. 

Sometimes they were out of order, but they all arrived at some point. You intended to ask him about it in your dreams tonight. 

The stage was set. You had soothing music playing to help you fall asleep, and were dressed in your most comfortable pajamas. You knew he would be in your dreams again tonight. It was near every day now that it happened. You almost...looked forward to it. 

The dreams range in length and content, and each night was different than the last. A different location, a different theme, but each romantic in it’s own way. 

As you fell asleep, a familiar comforting feeling crept through your body, and you opened your eyes to see Wilford throwing carnival game balls at a set of milk bottles. It seemed the theme  for  tonight was a carnival. 

“Win any games yet Wilford?” By now, you had grown used to seeing him. The conversation always seemed to flow freely. 

Throwing a smirk your way, he replied “Of course, I always win the best of prizes for you.” As if on cue, you noticed the array of stuffed animals sitting on the counter next to the balls. Any and all kinds and sizes were sitting on display just waiting to be grabbed. 

“Wilford...this time I have a question for you, if that’s alright.” For once, you were almost at a loss of what to say, despite knowing you had spent the day preparing what to say to him tonight. Would he react negatively? Would he stop sending gifts? What if you said the wrong thing and he realized that he didn’t need you. At this point...you needed him. 

Wilford didn’t seem to notice the anxiety, and gave a smile over his shoulder as he knocked down another bottle. “Changing things up on me, sugarplum? I think you’d make the most amazing interviewer.” Throwing the last ball he turned, putting his arm over your shoulder. It was also something you had grown used to, the physical contact. 

It was always either a hand around the small of your back, one draped over your shoulder, or him holding your much smaller hand in his own. If a stranger were to touch you in such a way, you’d probably throw a few punches their way if they didn’t take the hint. But contact with Wilford had an almost calming effect on you. As if his very existence made you feel more comfortable. Being with him made all your problems dissolve away. 

Shaking your head clear of your thoughts you spoke aloud the question you prepared to ask. “Why do you send me gifts every day?” Straightforward and to the point. Tonight wouldn’t be about enjoying time with Wilford, like every other night, tonight was about answers. 

He gave you a confused look in return, “Haven’t I told you? We get married eventually. And I see no problem in spoiling my spouse.” He spun around, talking openly with his hands, “Our time together starts soon, you just have to be patient.” 

His words soothed you, almost made you feel like being with him was meant to happen. You saw the pink gleam in his eyes again, and lost your words. All you could think about was him. As your mind begins to go blank, every stress in the world melts away. Looking into his eyes was all you needed to do right now.  

Somehow...it felt right. He declared he would always give you gifts, and you would get to meet him in the real world soon. For now...you were happy to have him in your dreams. 

As time passed...more gifts arrived. You started to grow grateful. Wilford has spent so much time and effort getting you things you enjoy. Someone who seemed so...sweet couldn’t possibly be bad. 

It had now been months since you last saw Wilford in person, and only days since the dreams stopped. You knew he was coming. It was finally time. You were ready for him. 

When he finally returned to your door, he was wearing a pink suit with a bouquet of matching pink roses. 

“I’ve missed you, my special little gumdrop.” He extended his arm to give you the flowers, which you quickly grabbed, moving them out of the way to give Wilford a hug. 

“I’ve missed you too.” Never had you spoken words so true. Something had always been missing in your life. You knew you were destined for more. He was everything you need. He would give you the perfect life you’ve always wanted. 

“Have you made your choice my dear?” He would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to. At least that’s what his eyes were telling you. 

One look into the beautiful pink swirls in his eyes, and you knew. 

He had been preparing you. In your dreams of lavish lifestyles, and endless fun to be had, you knew you only had one choice. One dream in particular you knew would be your future. 

Living your life as his most prized possession. You would spend the rest of your days not having to worry about trivial things that life has tasked you with. You didn’t need freedom. You didn’t need friends. You would only have Wilford and Wilford alone. He was yours forever, just as much as you were his. 

“Together...forever.”

#wilford warfstache #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #x reader #markiplier egos #commission #yandere #yandere wilford warfstache #yandere!wilford x reader

[plutoismydaddy]

I can read you like a book 1

Jimin x reader Gangster au

In the midst of a gang war Jimin finds himself in his own war, a war between himself and the feelings he was developing for the girl with the fuzzy pink scarf. 

CH1 CH2 CH3  CH4 CH5

------------------------------------------------------------

“Have a nice night” you smiled as the old lady walked through the doors of the café, your smile being replaced with a tired sigh once she was out of the building. Just one more hour and you’ll be able to go home and finally rest, get a break from this tiresome life. 

Leaning onto the counter you peered through the empty cafe, basking in the peace. You felt your eyelids start to flutter, slowly inching down. You were alone in her and if someone walked in you'd hear it, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to rest your eyes for a second. Letting your eyes finally close you felt your hair fall onto your face as it tilted forward, slowly falling asleep your half-awake head was filled with nothing but the ticks of the clock behind you. Slow consistent ticks, tick tock, tick tock, tick to- bang. The sudden loud sound ripped you out of sleep, head snapping up you instinctively crouched down and eyes darting around the room, but it was just as empty and still as before. Your eyes peered out the windows, the streets were just as empty as the small shop you stood in. Yes empty, apart from the hunched over, stumbling figure, two new bangs rang through the air and the man's body jerked as the bullets hit his body before he fell to the ground. Eyes still fixated on the figure you saw something out of the corner of your eyes. Frozen you watched as the old lady you had just served walked toward the body, you watched as bullets hit her body and you watched her fall to the ground, the coffee cup smashing against the ground. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that” the police officer smiled pitifully at you but you only shook your head back at her with a sad smile “I'm not the one that's lying dead on the street.” you looked up at her before continuing “I guess you’re used to seeing this” she put her pen and paper down “Yeah, it's really sad, almost scary.” you watched as the corner of her mouth pulled up, forming a tiny smirk that betrayed the sad face she was trying to hold. “It’s tragic that she had to lay beside that...man”. You swallowed, this was wrong you knew that and you had promised yourself not to do this again, but you needed answers. “Was he in some sort of gang?” starting the act you looked up at her, shrinking back in your seat eyebrows wrinkled and eyes wide in worry. the officer seeing your reaction straightened up and smiled at you “most likely”. She was obviously proud of her job, you let out a sigh “Ah things like these are not common huh?” the office let out a laugh “The past week has been like the wild west with gangsters being shot left and right”. Letting out a fake gasp you raised your hand to your mouth, the officer continued her hand resting on her cheek seemingly deep in thought “it seems like a new gang has arrived, they’re going around robbing small businesses and shooting gang members even if there is no conflict between them. It’s probably some kids that want to be the new big bad gang” she let out a chuckle. You opened your mouth but she spoke before you standing up “I shouldn’t even share this information” she fiddled with a white watch around her wrist “, but like I said it’s kind of crazy out there right now to be careful” you stood up smiling at her “I will”. Picking up her things she walked past you towards the exit of the café "Thank you for your statement, have a nice day.” you gave her a bow “You too, officer”. She climbed into the police car parked in front and drove away. You at the now closed door, a new gang huh.

You watched the bus get smaller and smaller as it drove away taking your good decisions with it. With a sigh you looked around as you made your way through the streets, each door, wall, and store brought up an old memory from the depth of your brain. Your eyes fell on a group of guys that returned the gesture eyeing you up and down, they weren’t all great memories, now that you thought about it. You looked away and pulled your scarf higher, if you didn’t get shot you'd probably die from cold.

You soon reached your destination, the dark wood door looked just as rough as the last time you opened it. Your cold hand immersed from your sleeve and knocked on the door producing a dull, echoing sound on the other side. Standing there you waited, a few seconds later the door flew open making you step back in shock. You barely had time to process the shocked woman in front of you before she pulled you into her warm arms, pain clutched your heart as you breathed in her scent. She pulled back cupping your cheeks “Soomin?!” you saw her eyes well up with tears “Don't cry Munhee, ‘cus I’ll start crying too,” you laughed trying to blink back tears. You sure had missed everyone, but you didn’t realize to what extent until now. “I just missed you so much” you mirrored her smile, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes narrowed, she pinched your cheeks “God I missed you”.

 Munhee had been shocked when you said you had come here to speak to Hyunshik as she walked you to his office. The halls and rooms were the same yet different somehow, even Munhee seemed a bit off but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Hyunshik looked up as the door closed behind you, his eyebrows flying to his hairline, he rounded his table and scooped you up in his arms in a tight hug. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as all the memories and emotions crashed down on you “Oh baby bunny!” a laugh fell from your lips at the old nickname “look at you, all grown up!” you shook your head at the man's antics, it was hard to believe he was the boss of Seoul’s biggest gangs at times. Your smile fell as you looked at Hyunshik properly, bags hung under his eyes and his usual clean shaved face was prickly with stub. “Have a seat.” he pointed to the chairs in front of his desk. You sat down and he joined you in a chair in front of you instead of his usual palace behind the desk. “So why are you here? I thought you swore to never come back here when you left?” the both of you let out a chuckle at the memory. You basked in the happiness because something told you it would end soon. 

“Did you see the news?” guilt pooled in your stomach as you saw how the smile fell from Hyunshik’s face. He looked so tired, “I...I came here because” your eyes fell to your hands, why did you come here? This had nothing to do with you, but somehow you felt a duty to do so. “I don't know, the recent shootings are weird.” the old man looked at you with concern but you gave I'm a reassuring smile “I only saw one, and a police officer told me a bit about others”. “I see you're still the same, tricking people into telling you info.'' your cheeks heated up, you furrowed your eyebrows ``What's going on Hyunshik? These are not normal shootings, they shoot the man in the back and shoot an innocent civilian. I've been gone for a bit but isn't that against basic manners?”. Hyunshik leaned back in the chair, his hands rubbing against his tired face “The officer said something about a new gang.” He only nodded his head “Then why are you letting them do this. They sure aren't experienced based on how many times they had to shoot to kill”, “It’s not that easy” Hyunshik let out a tired chuckle. “Ever since you left things here haven’t been the same'' you had totally forgotten about Munhee, “what? I was just an information gatherer”, “yeah but because so many gangs used your help, they started firing the other guys.”. Munhee closed her eyes as she remembered “It was easier to just use you. Especially ‘cause you decided not to make any connections with an individual gang and didn’t reveal information on rivas”. You blinked at her “I still don’t understand, aren’t there any other moles that did that?” “Nope” it was Hyunshik time to speak “Those bastards would do anything for money even if that meant ratting out their own gang… or killing rival moles''. 

You looked between Munhee and Hyunshik “OK and what does this have to do with this new gang", “As Munhee said, the moles had a harder time finding work after the bigger gangs started only using you.”. His hands came back to rub his temples “They formed their own gang when you left and killed all the other moles that followed your way of work, and they are threatening to reveal everything if even one of them gets as much as punched.”. This was bad, you thought. “Are they a big gang?” Munhee shook her head “Then why won't all the gangs just come together and just take all the members down at the same time” you perked up at your idea but Munhee only shook her head and crossed her arms. “We’ve already tried this, but every time we try to come up with a plan everyone starts pointing fingers and blaming at each other” you blinked back at her “you're joking?” the two only shook their heads.

Silence filled the air but your mind was racing. You didn’t want to get back into this business, even if it was only for a while. You barely made it out and you'd put the new life you worked so hard on the line, yet you couldn’t walk away. Hyunshik had taken care of you like a father, hell all the gang had become your family. Lips pouting in thought you spoke, “We’ll why don't I go talk to them?” “No” Hyunshik's voice was firm as he stood up “you're not getting involved in this mess... I still haven’t forgiven myself for letting you into this world before. I'm not doing the same mistake again” he buried his face in his hands “Hyunshik I choose-” he interrupted you standing up “You were a kid, we even called you baby bunny like some sick ironic joke.” You watched him sit behind his desk pulling out some papers “Well, I’m grown up now” he looked up at you, but you didn’t allow him to speak “I don't want you or anyone else I love to die. Those bastards are tainting my past work and I feel in some way guilty.” Hyunshik let what had to be the hundredth sigh, burrowing his head in his hands for a moment before speaking again “God you're just as stubborn as before” he leaned forward eyes piercing into yours “But promise me only to speak, nothing more” you turned and walked towards the door with a laugh “I don't know I’ve been breaking a lot of my promises lately” you stopped by the door, smiling at the man “Don’t worry”. 

You looked up at the sky, it was getting dark but you had only one gang left and had purposely left it to last. Convincing the other leaders was easy, you didn't know if it was because of your past with them or because they were desperate for a solution, but you would soon find out as you walked towards your next target. BTS.

Your ears had become used to the dull and faint sound of knocking at this point, the door opened slowly revealing the face of a guy and his confused face. “I'm here to talk to Namjoon.” a scoff fell from his lips “He's busy right now sweety.” he started closing the door with a smirk. Keeping your polite smile you spoke again “It’s about the black doves.” you watched the door stop, then slowly opened again but this time he eyed you with a septic look, he looked almost disgusted to hear that name.

“I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, I’m sure you know how much the leader of the Tigers likes to speak” you chuckled as you gave him a small greeting bow. He returned the bow from where he was sitting and gestured to one of the chairs “Why don't you sit down?”. You sat down folding your scarf on your lap “Would you like something to drink?” you shook your head “No, I won't take much of your time” he nodded with a smile, and the doors closed behind you. “I don't think we have met before, I’m Lee soomin.”, “Baby bunny, right? I’m Namjoon.” you chuckled “I see you’ve heard about me, but maybe not in the best way.” Namjoon leaned forward interlocking his fingers “Well some like to blame you for a couple of things that have been going around recently.”. You returned the smile “would you believe me if I said I didn’t intend for that?” a chuckle left his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “If you don't hate me too much could I maybe offer a solution?” “A solution?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow “Well you have probably heard it before, but by the things I’ve heard the conservation doesn't go far.” a smile stretched over Namjoons face “All the gangs getting together and killing those fuckers?” you snapped your finger “Bingo”. 

Namoon’s hand came to rest on his cheek as he furrowed his eyebrows, he was thinking, good. He leaned back towards you still smiling and with squinted eyes “And what does baby bunny get out of this, hmm?” his voice was low testing to see if you'd back down. Eyes turning slightly into crescent moons you smiled back “This might be our first meeting but I’ve known some of these people for years and as funny as it would be to see them get taken down by some wannabe gangsters, I would prefer that not happening.”. A laugh fell from Namjoon’s lips before he eyes you up and down, you did your best to not squirm under his gaze. “Fair enough” he eyed you a last time “You can count us in.” you clapped your hands together the sound muffled by the sleeves that covered your freezing fingers. “Great! Please give me some time to come up with a plan of action and I’ll relay it back to you as soon as possible” Namjoon nodded “We'll be waiting”. You stood up wrapping the scarf around your neck again “I’ll take my leave now then, I’ve taken enough of your time”, “Not at all. RJ please drive our guest back.”. You turned back to Namjoon waving your hands “Oh please that is not needed”.

The slow ticks of the turn signal was the only thing sounding in the quiet car, listening to the repeating sound you couldn’t help but remember the shooting in front of the café. Whoever fired the gun didn’t seem experienced seeing how they had to fire multiple shots. Maybe it was on purpose? To inflict as much pain before they died, but why did they do the same to the old lady? Was it just- “if you keep frowning like that your pretty face will get wrinkled.” RJ's voice shook you out of your thought “Hmm?” he only shook his head with a laugh. The car slowed to a stop at a red light “What’s your address?” it was your turn to laugh as you turned to him “Don't act like you don't know almost everything about me and my life for the past 2 years” he returned the laugh.

Silence filled the car again but this time your mind stayed blank the exhaustion of today catching up “you can call me Seokjin in by the way.” you furrowed your eyebrows, noticing your confusion he continued “I know now more than anytime we should be careful with our information, but you seem trusted by a lot of people” a sigh fell from Seokin’s lips. “I can't imagine the stress everyone has been going through” you eyed Seokjin from the corner of your eye, his shoulders slumped and back arched forward. You looked back forward “the guy that was shot in front of that café, who was he?” you eye him once again but his posture didn't change “I don't know, he was a new member of one of the Tigers” you nodded. “Do you know how many have been  killed by them?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “At least two in the past two weeks” you watched as Seokjin turned his shoulder that was closest to you slightly forward and away from you. He didn’t want to talk about it. It was probably a BTS member or someone he knew. You decided that was fine and just basked in the silence. 

“Thank you again” you smiled as you climbed out of the car and onto the cold street “No problem at all, good night”, “Good night”. You watched as the black car drove away before walking towards your apartment. The snow cracking under your shoes. If someone had told you that you’d spend your only day like this you'd laugh at them, yet here you were running between gangs since 7 in the morning.

----------------------------------

Hello, long time no see! I’ve haven’t been feeling that well recently but that's not important, what is important though is this story. I’m thinking of doing a series with individual stories for each member that has some criminal genre. If you have any ideas or improvements please let me know! Also in this story I used some body language. I don't have an education in it, but I have read a bit and I’m interested in it! Baii, be safe bb!

#bts #btsjimin #jimin #jimin x reader #gangster au #gang au #bts gang au #jimin gang au

[moccahobi]

Prank Calls [Seokjin x Reader]

summary: A prank call that leads to more.

genre: fluff

rating: E for everyone

warnings: none!

a/n: This is my submission for my “Prank Calls” Prompt from @btsholidaybingo​!!

word count: 3.5k

Inside a sparse and dimply lit apartment, you resided, pacing the floor of your livingroom as you listened to yet another stupid caller. A frustrated sigh left you when you were finally able to hang up on the mysterious caller for the ninth time this week, you almost always listened to their whole speel before hanging up either out of pity or from desperately craving some social interaction with someone who isn’t in your inner circle A squeaky laugh ringing in your ears as you mulled over the latest call and tried to focus on anything other than it (ideally, you’d be focusing on your homework). There were so many questions about whoever this prank caller was though. You felt so stumped and didn’t know where to look or what to do. Carefully, you set your phone down on the coffee table before sitting back at your couch where you were supposed to be working on homework. 

How had they gotten your phone number?

 It wasn't public information. There shouldn't be a way for random strangers just to get your phone number. Someone asking if your fridge was running is not a spam call. 

Why did someone have so much fun with pranking you that they have done it nine times?

Who the hell was it?

Why haven't you blocked them yet? 

Well... that last one you have an answer for... You just can't bring yourself to. Despite the annoying prank calls and horrible jokes, they were some of the few stranger interactions you'd had in a while... Plus the person had such an attractive voice. 

Squeaky laugh and all. 

Maybe... if you had the nerves to do more than an instinctual eye roll and hang up you’d have the answers to all of your questions. You could try to strike up a conversation and learn about this random caller… maybe even make a new friend. 

You were shy though. Even if you wanted to do more, you didn’t have it in you normally to do that. It’d have to be a rare event to make you be able to actually strike up a conversation with a stranger. 

With a deep sigh, you turn back to the tv and pressed play on the random episode of some random show that you were watching as you slowly did some work. You'd be spending the night with Minji and Sunha tomorrow and although you loved them, they took a ton of energy from you… and you had so much homework that absolutely had to be done at some point. You tiredly picked at the secondhand couch before you readjusted the volume to be louder. One of your next door neighbors was causing a ruckus and although you didn’t mind when occasionally interrupted your show, you didn’t want to hear what they were saying… it would be too much of a distractant from the bits of homework you were doing. If you had the energy to interact with people this evening, then maybe you’d have asked them to be quieter or even saw if it was some sort of hall event that you could join in. You didn’t have the energy though and you surely didn’t have any energy to try to insulate your apartment more. For the most part your neighbors were decent at being respectful. It was a perk of living off campus. 

Somehow, you managed to do a whole hour more of light homework before another prank call interuppted you (this time with a dumb joke before they hung up) and you figured that even though it was still early (a whopping 2:30 at night!), it would be best to call it an early night. 

The next day, you woke up groggily, did some homework, and attended your classes as normal. Well.. it was mostly normal. You went to campus a little earlier than you tend to because you wanted to try one of its cafe’s latest drink that Sunha was gushing about last week. Apparently it was the next best thing since PSL and that even if you weren’t a PSL fan, you had to try it… it wasn’t that good in your opinion but you were also very picky about your coffee and didn’t care for dessert drinks much. 

At the end of your school day, you also walked across campus to Minju and Sunha’s shared dorm instead of taking the bus home and enjoying a relaxing night full of doing some more homework  and watching a random show. The dorm building and surrounding space was crowded with people having fun and relaxing all around you. At one point, you even had to quickly jump out of the way of a volleyball that someone hit wrong and sent flying. It was an odd sight for you since you didn’t venture to this side of campus often and it showed. You inexpertly maneuvered around people, occasionally staring at the odd sight for a little too long as you struggled to make it to your friend’s dorm. Somehow, you managed to make it to the dorm without bumping into anyone. Cold air blasted you as you entered the lobby space and checked in, no one batting an eye at the visitor. The lobby was grand (for a college), a fancy kitchen that was often shown off for tours (and was chronically dirty) and a large, unlit fireplace greeted you as you looked around. Large group seating areas with worn-in and stained chairs littered the floor, people pulling them every which direction to fit their needs. The best part of the lobby was the two large flat screen tvs that hung over the fireplaces. Some people were sitting and talking in the chairs but most had pulled them around the tvs to watch some movie or show. 

Despite your curiosity about what was playing, you simply moved to one of the stools in the kitchen area and sat down. Sunha was coming down to let you up and you wouldn’t  figure the show out by the time she arrived anyways. 

Sure enough, Sunha came down and before the show’s next scene,  you two were walking up three flights of stairs to get to their dorm. A night of movies, food, and gossiping awaiting you. It was a comfortable and fun time and occasionally one of Minju’s other friends would join but tonight you were guaranteed that it was only you three, something you were grateful for.. 

“You have missed sooo much drama, Y/n-ah. I literally. It is crazy. You know that Kim Seokjin moved out after him and Pak Sooji broke up… well you wouldn’t believe it but since then, she’s had like five different guys over! I am starting to think that the rumors of her cheating are ture.” Sunha started as soon as the door to their dorm was closed, a bag of popcorn and a glass of wine finding its way into your hands as they kept talking, filling you in on everything that you missed.

You weren’t really one for drama but, especially when meeting with Sunha and Minju (after not being able to for a whole month), you humor it some. 

“Oh I doubt that! I think they just grew apart.” 

“Minju! Growing apart doesn’t include loud fighting as well! My friend, Jisoo, lives next to Pak Sooji. She said there was tons of screaming and yelling the night that Kim Seokjin moved out. She almost called the police apparently.”

“She’s over dramatic. They didn’t have that bad of a fight. I was in the dorm. The walls are thin. There is no way others wouldn’t have known what the fight was about if that was the case.” 

You simply nodded along as Minju and Sunha bickered over what possibly happened, content to watch and listen and learn about everything that you apparently missed. You lived off campus and didn’t keep up with the social interactions of everyone on campus anymore. Just those who you enjoyed spending time with. Sunha and Minju quickly went off topic, instead talking about how one of their professors is having a kid and his students were planning a surprise party for him. It was cute and by the end of the night, the three of you had planned the whole party out to a T (even though you hadn’t had a class with that professor in a long while, they were a campus favorite). 

It was almost midnight when the first of multiple calls from your prank caller started.

“Hello. We have your pregnancy test results.” They started, a laugh distantly heard in the background.

You rolled your eyes and put the phone on speaker, signaling for Minju and Sunha to listen (they’d heard a little about your prank caller but hadn’t heard any of what they’ve said before), “Yeah? Am I pregnant?” 

The prank caller coughed and you heard more laughing, “Yeah. With… with a foodbaby.” 

“Oh? Makes sense.” You said lamely, your drunk mind too slow to think of anything but not wanting to hang up.

You heard laughing from Minju and Sunha as well as some on the prank callers end.

“Why do you keep calling me?”

“What? I-I… This is the first time I’ve called, ma’am. I work at the pregnancy clinic… in the… the place where doctors work… the…”

“Doctors office?” Someone near him supplied and Minju laughed again as someone in the background of the call started coughing.

“Yeah! I work at the doctors office.”

“Sure.” You sighed and hung up before rolling over and looking up at your friends. 

They broke out laughing immediately, Minju bending over as she laughed so hard, her bed squeaking as she heaved. Laugher struck you as well, your eyes closing with tears as you kept laughing. It was contagious and you soon felt like you couldn’t stop. It was almost too much. You did stop though. 

When the number called again.

“Hello. I am Pippinpaddlelopsin.” The prank caller said in an obnoxious accent, “I would like to order a taco.” 

“Yeah. We don’t have tacos here sadly.” You started, fuzzy mind trying to think of something to say as you smacked your lips together and looked around the room, “Just… just bolts.”

The person on the other end snorted, “Yeah? How many can I buy then?” 

“Uhhh… Just one. Actually… someone just bought it.” You smacked your lips together as you kept talking, eyeing Minju as she barely held her laughter in.

“Shame. Can I get your number instead then?” 

“What?”

“Your number… can I get it.”

“No.”

Their laughter this time was more like screeches when you hung up and Minju almost fell off her bed as she cackled. This time though, you weren’t laughing. You were simply staring at your phone before adding the prank caller to your contacts as “Pippinpaddlelopsin”.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

If what Minju and Sunha told you was true, you talked to the prank caller and their friends two more times that night. You just so happen to have a very hazy memory of all of it and only know that at one point you asked them for a taco which they didn’t have. There was also a moment after you chugged a glass of water where you called them, said nothing, and promptly hung up. 

Sober you wasn’t laughing though. Instead you were grimacing as a number labeled “Pippinpaddlelopsin” texts you the Monday after the large amount of mutual prank calling that happened the night before. 

What you didn’t expect was to actually enjoy the texts he sent you. At first, they were more random things, like asking if you wanted a taco at 2am (you said no), but about a month into the random texts, they started to get more personal with “How was your day”s (and actual conversations).

Pippin had apparently learned your name during your mutual prank calling (courtesy of Minju yelling it) yet he still hadn’t given you his name. You did know for a fact now that he was one of your neighbors because he admitted to getting your phone number from the communal bulletin board during one late night conversation. Every once in a while, you’d try to guess who he was and even scared your sweet neighbor down the hall when you momentarily thought that Pippin was him, but he still hadn’t told you who he was. Of course, as he kept telling you that your guesses were wrong, you kept getting closer to finding out who he actually was and you were determined to find out who he was. Minju was adamant that Pippin was your new neighbor Kim Seokjin. Sunha was putting her money on the teen who lived in 304 (who she claims has a large crush on you). You honestly didn’t know who Pippin could possibly be and found thoughts of who he could possibly be taking up your time almost as much as actual conversations with him.. 

“I am just saying. Call him and invite him over! We can have a girls and Pippin night!” Sunha said for the umpteenth time that night.

They had come over earlier after they’d finished classes and wanted to relax in a larger space than their tiny dorm (which you felt like would feel much later if they just cleaned it up some). It was all fine and dandy until they both started theorizing about who Pippin was and if you and him would ever end up dating (which while you kind of had developed a tiny tiny crush on the anonymous texter, you firmly stated that it would never happen). It was getting annoying. You loved your friends very dearly, but their constant theories didn’t help you and your desire to know who Pippin was. 

“No! Pippin is a neighbor! He is probably busy. Besides, our night is for us. Not some boy to crash and sweep Y/n off her feet.”

“I am right here, you know!” You chimed in, rolling your eyes before going back to playing online games on your phone.

“Wait… what are you doing on your phone?” 

“Playing games. What else would I be doing?”

“I don’t know! Texting the love of your life maybe?” 

“Ok that is extreme.” You laughed anxiously, “Pippin isn’t the love of my life. I barely have a crush on him.”

“So you admit that you have a crush on him!” 

“Oh fuck this! Give me your goddamn phone.” Minju sighed anxiously before snatching your phone from your hands and doing something on it. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Omo!” Sunha exclaimed as she read over Minju’s shoulder, “Omo!”

“What? What are they doing? Sunha!” 

Your pleas fell to def ears as the two of them did something to your phone (the longer they had it, the more you started to suspect that they were texting Pippin) and it wasn’t until five minutes later when you finally yelled at them that they gave it back, all the while they were looking like sad puppies. 

Even as you scolded them for using your phone without permission, you felt no remorse. They should know better than that and now you had a long apology to send to Pippin as well. Sunha and Minju left shortly after that. You were too upset at them to let them stay and they understood that you needed space. Eventually, you would meet up and talk it over and move on, but for now, you wanted to be angry and you wanted them to think about how rude and invasive what they just did was. 

You didn’t check your phone the rest of that night, even the dings of your phone mounted as Pippin messaged you. It was all too much. After almost three hours of trying to calm down, you found yourself in the kitchen, nursing a cup of calming camomile tea and trying to think over the worst case scenarios. Pippin could stop messaging you entirely because of the major breach of privacy that just… 

You sighed.

He knew some of your secrets. He could blab about them to whoever listened… but did you really think that Pippin was that kind of person? 

A knock at the door stopped you in the middle of more calming breaths. Slowly, you walked over and looked through the peephole, confused as to who would be at your door late at night. It was Kim Seokjin. Your new neighbor who you rarely saw. 

Why would he be at your door?

Slowly you opened your door, a confused look on your face and the more you opened the door, the more the confusion grew. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat on his face, and a small potted plant in his arms.

“H-Hello?” You started unsure as to why he was here, “How can I help you?” 

“God, Y/n. You confess through text and then don’t respond when I say who I am and that I like you back and when I come to see you all you have to say is that? You’re so fucking adorable.” Seokjin said, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you into a hug.

What?

You confessed through text?

He likes you?

You’d never talked to him though… unless…

He was Pippin?

And did Minju and Sunha confess to Pippin for you?

“Y-your Pippin?” 

“Yes, and I want to ask… Will you go on a date with me, Y/n-ssi?” 

What?

You took a step back, your mind running at 100 steps a minute before you quickly turned around and ran to your phone. There were probably a hundred unread messages from Pippin… from Seokjin. 

How.

You’d been talking to Seokjin this entire time? 

What.

In shock you looked back at your door but Seokjin had followed you inside and was looking at you with a concerned expression. You looked between Seokjin and your phone repeatedly, your brain seeming to process the situation slower than molasses. The slowly changing look on Seokjin’s face wasn’t helping either.

“Y-You’re Pippin?” 

“I am. I said that in text an hour ago… are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” 

Do you tell him that your friends confessed for you? 

Shit.

After the breakup he went through recently?

“I… I was so scared after I sent that… the confession that… I… I haven’t checked my phone since. I… I was so sure that you’d shut me down and I… I wanted to prepare myself for that.” You lied, hoping it was believable.

For a second, Seokjin looked more confused than you felt before he nodded, “Well, I’m not turning your confession down. I think I like you romantically too. I want to try.” 

You nodded slowly as blush sprung across your face, “That would be nice.”

“Yeah. It would be.”

“So…” Seokjin started before he extended the potted plant for you to grab, his ears a bright red, “Would you want to go on a date with me now? I know it’s late but I’d love to… if you want that is.”

Blush rose on your cheeks more as you accepted his plant, “I-I would love to… Just give me a minute to get ready? You caught me off guard.”

“Of course. Take all the time you need.” Seokjin opened and closed his mouth before he continued, “Is it ok if I wait here or would you rather I wait in my apartment and we can meet when you’re ready?” 

“You can wait here. I will be finished soon.” You said before running off to put the plant somewhere and grab a bag to hold your wallet. 

In less than five minutes, you were ready and with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you left with Seokjin on your first date. It was amazing. The next day, you messaged Sunha and Minju and had a conversation about what they did wrong, what they could do better in the future (just not steal someone’s phone and all), and how amazing your date was.

On your third date, you confessed about what actually happened that led to him confessing. He blushed and the two of you had a good laugh (he also seemed glad that you gave your friends a stern talking to after). By the fifth date, you were fairly positive you were madly in love with Seokjin and by the time you two had your sixth date, you found yourself regularly hanging out with him outside of dates. From studying together to getting together with his friends and yours and doing stuff as a large group, you found yourself falling more and more. During your graduation party, Seokjin and you managed to sneak off to your bedroom for some quiet and in each other's arms, you shared “I love you”s. By the time Seokjin graduated undergrad as well and you were well in your grad school, you’d managed to find a nice spacious apartment to share. 

Everything was falling into place.

#btsholidaybingo #castlebangtan #thebtswritersclub #btscreatorscorner #btsguild #magicshopnet #kpop #bts fanfic #bts oneshot #bts one-shot #bts fluff #bts angst #bts #seokjin #kim seokjin #jin #bts jin #bts jin fluff #bts jin oneshot #bts jin fanfic #bts jin one-shot #seokjin fluff #seokjin oneshot #seokjin one-shot #college au #bts college au #seokjin college au

[yonymii]

reminiscence

Pairing: Semi Eita x gn!reader

A/n: uhh i know he’s a civil servant as well as a musician but i’m in love with the idea of music school so here u go <3 also yes i love music fics lmao,, the next fic i write will probably be something different sorry (kinda) 💖✌️

Description: meeting Semi Eita was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: none

“Y/n? Where the hell are you?”

Your friend’s voice was loud on the other side of the phone and you pulled it away from your ear, wincing at the volume. When you brought it back to your ear, she was silent, but you could hear her panicked breathing.

“I’m really sorry, Cho,,” you whispered into the microphone, looking at your patent mary jane shoes that were tapping together at the heels; you were ashamed to say the least. It surprised you how late you could possibly be on the morning of one of your important recitals. You could hear your professor shouting at Cho on the other end of your line. 

When your friend spoke again, she sounded as if she were on the verge of tears. It hurt, knowing that this was your fault. “Y/n, the professor says that we can’t start without you, so get here quickly, okay?” she said the words gently, as if she were comforting herself, which may have been the case anyway. At this point, you really doubted that any of the other members of the orchestra cared about your feelings anyway; they were being shouted at (you could still hear your teacher and conductor’s loud voice in the background) because of you.

“My bus will arrive in five minutes, Cho. I’m sorry,” and with those words, you hung up and opened your sheet music, studying the notes written in between the bars carefully. You really shouldn’t have stayed up all night practising again.

-

When the recitals finally came to a close after three hours of run-throughs, Cho still wouldn’t talk to you. Her eyelashes had become weighted with tears and were no longer curled; you, however, much to her distaste, had barely batted an eyelid at your teacher’s scolding. There wasn’t one bit of emotion in your eyes when he was screaming at you for being late, not even a frown. Your expression had been the same all the way through the recital.

Both of your footsteps echoed throughout the fairly empty hallways, yours a little louder because of the weight of your shoes. Arriving outside the library, you waved half-hearedly at your friend who carried on walking, acknowledging you with a faint smile. You closed the door behind you and wandered towards the music section, scanning the shelves for a book of Chopin pieces you’d hopefully be able to use to get rid of any stress.

While you had felt the presence of someone behind you, you didn’t quite anticipate how small the aisles of the library were; your rear end bumped into theirs, a little yelp escaping your lips. The person turned, mouth open, ready to apologise, but they stopped when they saw you.

Your cheeks were damp, the tears shining under the harsh lights overhead; your skin was flushed pink and your eyes still glossed over with moisture, your lips trembling and breathing erratic. He furrowed his brows, stuttering before he managed to choke out a coherent sentence.

“Hey are you okay?”

Of course, like anyone else would have, you nodded quickly, wiping your cheeks with a choked sob, the sleeves of your sweater dampening from the heavy liquid. He shook his head and pulled your shoulder so you were facing him; his expression was blank but there was something in his eyes, though you couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly.

“I, uhh… I’m Semi Eita. What’s your name?”

You sniffled, trying to hide your puffy red eyes with your sleeve. “Y/n L/n. I’m studying classical piano.” he nodded, patting your shoulder, “Why’re you crying? Did something happen?”

Again, you nodded. He cocked his head, urging you to continue, and so there you found yourself standing in the middle of a library aisle, clutching a few books of Chopin music and spilling your every thought and emotion to an almost-complete stranger.

-

“Semi?” you whispered, testing to see if your friend was awake. It was four in the morning; your phone was blowing up with notifications for new assignments and texts from your classmates about old ones, and you were laying on your bed, gazing down at your new friend, Semi Eita, who was asleep on a blow-up mattress placed to the left of your bed.

He groaned, turning over to face you, but was still asleep. You sighed, the air escaping your lips ruffling a few strands of your hair. It was late, but you couldn’t sleep again. Semi had come over to drop of some food but ended up just staying with you so you could eat it together. You two managed to stay up all night watching movies only to realise what time it was, so you both went to bed, but like usual, sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

You tried forcing out a yawn to trick your body into believing you were tired, but it just wasn’t happening. You heard Eita shuffle below you and you looked down only to see those brown eyes staring straight back up at you. You jumped a bit but they softened when they saw you wide awake yet again.

“You should sleep, y/n. It’s almost dawn.” Semi said, his voice quiet and husky from sleep. 

"I know," you murmured, voice muffled by the thick duvet draped over your cold body. The heater was buzzing gently in the background and you could see the red light of your heating controls flashing slowly on your bedroom wall.

The ash blonde sat up, his matress bouncing from the pressure. He crawled towards you and pressed his hand into your hip to push himself up and onto your single bed. Semi sat on the edge, patting your upper thigh gently through the covers. The action, however small it was, sent shivers throughout your entire body, the coldness evaporating almost instantly when he kneeled up to crawl beside you, moving your hand and putting it over your stomach.

His warmth was intoxicating; like a breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater all your life. You'd never felt so safe, his body cradling yours gently, his breaths deep and heartbeat steady in his ribcage. The rhythm lulled you to sleep, your lungs filling with air slowly as your stomach rose and fell with every breath. Semi smiled down at you, your hands wrapped around his abdomen as you slept, albeit lightly.

-

Practicing piano for more than three hours was difficult for you.

Your attention span wasn't the best; that coupled with a difficult piece and a recital tomorrow wasn't your ideal option for a day. The hours went by slowly, cold fingers dancing around on the keys and glazed over eyes skimming the sheets in front of you, the black notes dotted around the page lifelessly. You didn't hear Eita come in to your practice room, nor did you see him sit down on the plush black stool in the corner of the room.

"Y/n, you should take a break. You're supposed to enjoy the music, not lament it." he spoke, voice quiet but you still heard him, gazing up to meet his eyes.

"Mhmm," you hummed, picking up your pencil and writing down notes in the margins of your sheet music. Semi sighed, standing to pull you up from where you were situated on the other stool by your hands. He could feel that they were stiff and their temperature shocked him a little.

"Your hands are cold, y/n. Come and warm up. Eat something," the boy said, pulling you out of the door and down the corridor, your feet dragging on the floor. He waited for you to catch up to him, draping his arm over your shoulder. “You okay, y/n?” he said in a hushed tone as you walked through the doors of a small minimalist cafe on the highstreet you both frequented. 

You nodded, grinding your teeth together in frustration. Your fingers were numb and when you picked up your cup after Semi placed it in front of you, it slipped and landed back on the table, the drink spilling over the edge slightly. He sighed, frustrated, before sitting opposite you and taking your hands in his, rubbing them to relieve tension. “You can’t play like this, ok? You’ll be fine in your recital, you’re the best musician in there, okay?” 

That made you smile, your lips curving into a wide grin, “Really?” you said teasingly, “You think so?”. Eita just chuckled, glad you were coming back to your senses after practicing all morning. He saw the sides of your thumbs were red and one was blistered. Your nails were cut too short; it must have hurt to play such a dramatic piece with little injuries like this. 

“Thank you, Semi.” you whispered, looking over your cup at the ash blond, who was smiling ever so slightly at you. The sight made your heart flutter, the feeling strange to you. Your cheeks were noticeably warmer than earlier and you found yourself breaking eye contact with him a lot more often. It was strange, the way you were paying attention to his every detail, his breathing patterns and the unique marks on his face that only you could see because he only let you get that close; his smile was something you were exclusively shown every once in a while, and sometimes he laughed with you when you two were sat in each others company, telling jokes and eating popcorn while watching trash movies on Netflix. 

Sometimes, it was nice to just be with him, giggling and sipping your drinks while the heavens had opened outside the window. 

Your hands had warmed up already.

-

As with every time you’d realised you were in love, you hoped that when you did tell them, there’d be a cliche shoujo anime confession and that they were secretly writing poetry about you in the darkest hours of the night. I mean, who wouldn’t want love sonnets written about them? 

You sighed contentedly at the thought, fully aware that Semi Eita was not writing romantic poetry about you. Of course, that wouldn’t stop you from wishing. There was always a possibility he was writing songs about you, though. Before you’d met, your friends had dragged you along to his band’s gigs a couple of times, insisting that the members were cute and the music was good. While you agreed with both of those points, you’d rather be sat in the company of one of the school’s grand pianos, the sounds ringing out from underneath the glossy black lid and echoeing off of the plain practice room’s walls.

You had to admit though, their songs were good. Most people wouldn’t analyse them as deeply as you, but that didn’t stop you. Every lyric was perfect for the song, guitars and basses melting together to create the melody, drums tapping lightly at some points and violently at others. After you got closer to Eita, you learned that he wrote a lot of the band’s songs and lyrics. It came as a shock to you; you’d assumed he was just there to play guitar but he was the genius behind these songs?

Semi never shared any romantic experiences with you, though. Despite constantly hinting at your curiosity and often just asking him about it, he either ignored you or changed the subject. His lyrics were all about love, most of them at least, which made you assume he had been in a relationship before. It didn’t cross your mind at any point that Semi had never had a partner and once you knew, you never brought the topic up again.

He’d obviously been in love, though. To be able to convey that amount of emotion through just words was extraordinary to you; you’d never felt so many overflowing feelings while listening to a song before. 

“Y/n?” Eita’s calm voice snapped you out of your thoughts, patting your head to gain your attention. You turned your head to face his, eyes locked onto your tranquil expression. There was a strange softness to them, one you hadn’t noticed before. It was unfamiliar, alien, even. Hopefully you were the cause of the boy’s much-awaited change in demeanour.

-

“Ugh, this sucks SO BAD CHO! Do you not get it?” you shouted, kicking off of the ground with your feet. You and your classmate were sat on the swings of the park; the crescent moon was high in the sky, almost directly above the field, and there were stars spread across the sky, like Nyx had scattered glitter over the darkness and the light was raining down on the both of you.

“You’re in love. What about it?” she said nonchalantly, bringing the file up to her nails and starting to shape them carefully. You huffed at her, frowning. “What, have you never been in love, Cho?”

She nodded, looking up from her dainty hands to your moonlit face. Smiling, Cho tucked the nail file into the pocket of her coat and breathed out, a cloud of cold air forming around her mouth. “Not properly. I’ve had crushes, but i don’t think i’ve ever been in love with someone.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. I mean, before Semi, you hadn’t either, but you couldn’t imagine living without the constant feeling of butterflies in your stomach or the way you would smile uncontrollably when you thought of him. He was your lifeline, the only thing tethering you to the shore so you wouldn’t slip and start to drown again like that day in the library when you first met each other properly.

“You’ll understand me when you finally have real feelings,” you said, grinning slyly at the girl sat on the swing next to yours. She just rolled her eyes, shoving her phone into her pocket and standing up. 

“I have to leave, my roommate’s drunk. See you tomorrow, y/n.”

-

“Eita?” it was a whisper, spoken in the back of the cafe on a soft couch while Semi drank a black coffee, his guitar resting against the wall in its case. He jumped, thankfully not spilling his drink, turning round to be met with your face, eyes staring down at him kindly. “What did you need? Is everything okay?”

The ash blond nodded and patted the space beside him, letting a breathy laugh escape his lips as you struggled to fit between the coffee table and the couch without bruising your shins. Once you were situated he looked away from you, pulling on the collar of his turtleneck nervously; a sign that something was, in fact, wrong.

“I just haven’t seen you in a while,” he muttered, picking up his coffee and blowing on it gently. Your smile lit up his eyes and he couldn’t help but return the gesture, even if it was considerably smaller than yours. His stomach dropped at the sound of your laugh, cheeks flushing a little. “You look nice today, y/n.” he mumbled, lips still attached to the rim of his cup. 

Your cheeks warmed along with your ears but you managed to pay it cool, thanking him and waving your hands in the air as you told him he looked good too, maybe even better than you. 

“No, you always look nicer than me.” was all Eita said after placing his cup on the table beside his bulging notebook and pencil case. You chuckled lightly, fumbling around for his hand and intertwining your fingers, heat spreading through your entire body. He was always so warm, like a fire on a cold winter’s night.

Semi’s hand tightened around yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand affectionately. When he turned to you, there was an expression on his face you’d never seen before; a pink blush dusting his cheeks and ears, nervously smiling and his free hand tapping his thigh. His voice was monotone and smooth, but comforting to listen to. His words didn’t compute until a few moments after he said them.

“I love you.”

You just kept smiling as his hand gripped yours as if you were about to leave. Maybe he thought you would.

“Huh?”

-

“Mmm tired,, let me sleep, Eita,” you groaned, turning over and your already tangled sheets. The warmth his body provided was gone in seconds as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking to your bathroom. “Y/n! You have a concert in a week! You said you’d spend today practicing! Don’t be too late!” 

He raised his voice over the noise of the shower, closing the door. You could hear him singing softly; one of his band’s newest songs, you remembered. There were chip packets all over your bedroom floor and a few cans scattered by the side of the sofa, a pizza box open but empty on the table. You felt awful, but Semi wouldn’t make you get up till you were ready. 

Last night was the same as every Friday evening; Semi would come to your place, you’d eat junk food together and watch a movie, then go to bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Your bed wasn’t quite the same without his presence, and on days when he wasn’t with you, you slept much worse. In all the two years you had been together, Eita had always been there to help you sleep, only living a minute or two away. He was always awake too; sometimes you could hear him playing guitar at night if you stood in the kitchen, or as you often did, sit on the counter and drink something full of caffeine so you could stay awake longer and listen to him play.

This was all you wanted, in all honesty; a partner who cared more about you than they did themselves, and vice versa. Someone who only trusted you to take care of them, to be with him at ridiculous hours of the night and help write songs. Sure, maybe your friends didn’t understand why you two were so awe-struck with each other, but they didn’t have so many memories, such a close bond or such similar interests. It was something you craved, and no-one but Eita had ever given it to you; a reason to stay exactly how you were.

#semi x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu semi #semi eita x you #semi eita x y/n #shiratorizawa #anime fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #hq!! #haikyuu!! #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #musician au #pianist reader #reader insert #shiratorizawa x reader #selene's work #selene's writing #fanfiction #anime #haikyuu fic #semisemi #eita semi x reader #eita x reader

[wonderstvrs]

Keep You Safe | Damian Wayne x Female!Reader

Damian hires a bodyguard for Reader without letting her know. Unfortunately, it does the complete opposite of what he intended it to do.

WORD COUNT: 3,274

WARNINGS: Strong language, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of alcohol, Violence

This was requested by my baby @sidewalk-sidekick​. Thanks for being my first request babe uwu. I think I’m kind of worried that Damian is OOC, but you know what, that’s why I’m practicing. Damian is older than he is in the comics, around 19 or 20. I also really love New Alexandria (the bookstore/cafe mentioned here) so be prepared to be seeing that pretty often.

There is a man watching you.

You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his eyes on you. You were on your way to the monthly open-mic being hosted at New Alexandria, the bookshop/café that you worked at. As one of their baristas, you were required to work the event, which attracted a pretty big crowd that composed mostly of pretentious poets or sad writers having existential crises. As your boyfriend, Damian, would describe them.

Usually, he would take you to New Alexandria himself, driving one of the fancy cars you specifically remember his father told him to never touch. But tonight, he had some mandatory family thing at the Manor. You always tell him that you could get to shop yourself, that he didn’t come all the way into the city to pick you up. He always shut down your protests, claiming that it wasn’t safe for you to be out alone at night, especially in a city like Gotham. Eventually, you stopped arguing, silently grateful that you could avoid all the creeps that lurked on the streets.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths as you try to stave off the panic threatening to overwhelm you. You tell yourself to relax. You were two stops away from the shop. Maybe if you don’t look at him, he won’t do anything. Right?

Not being able to help yourself, you take a look at the man with the corner of your eye. He was sitting a few seats behind you on your left. He had a plain black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a green beanie on his head. If you didn’t know any better, he looked like any other person heading to open-mic.

What if he is just going to the open-mic and you’re being an overdramatic wimp? You take another look at him and wait. You recognized him. He was standing a few blocks from your apartment when you left earlier tonight. He was by the newsstand looking through this morning’s paper before he got into the bus with you.

Oh god. Are you going to die tonight? Shit. This man is going to kidnap you for ransom because he probably knows that you’re Damian Wayne’s girlfriend and then he’s probably going torture you while you wait and oh my god what if Damian won’t come for you what if—

Your thoughts are interrupted by your phone going off. You turn it over to see Damian’s name. Your finger hovers above the “Answer” button, debating on whether or not to answer it. You didn’t want to have to ruin his night if you told him about the guy. Maybe if you didn’t answer he’d think that you were at work already.

The need to hear his voice overwhelms that other part of you and you cave. You bring the phone to your ear and take a deep breath to collect yourself, focusing your attention on your boyfriend.

“Please save me from my family,” he says the moment the call connects. There were muffled screams from the background and what you think is Mario Kart music. The sound of the chaos makes you forget that, for a second, you could possibly be dead in the next few minutes.

“Is that Mario Kart?” You ask him, an amused laugh coming out of your mouth. He huffs on the other side. “And are you hiding out in the bathroom?”

“You would too if you had to suffer through Grayson’s high-pitched screeching,” he replies. You can practically see the expression of disgust on his face. You laughed again. There’s a pause from him before he says softly into receiver, “I wish I was with you instead.”

Your heart warms at the sincerity in his voice. Dick tells you that back then Damian wasn’t the type to freely profess his feelings. He had come a long way from the angry ten-year-old boy that Dick said he was. You knew firsthand how deeply Damian loved and the effort he makes in communicating his emotions.

“Me too,” you tell him, taking another peek at the man. The man had looked away from you and was staring out the window, seemingly admiring the view. You let out a breath of relief. Maybe he wasn’t following you. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

“Are you all right?” Damian asks. Worry tinged his voice and you didn’t need to see him to know that he’s frowning.

“Yeah, Dames. I’m fine.” The bus is slowing down and you look out to see the stop near New Alexandria. “The bus just got here. I’ll see you later?”

“Of course.” He pauses, then says, “Be safe.”

Over the last few months, you’ve learned that Damian says simple things, but with hidden meanings. It’s the most you’ve read in between the lines since your high school literature classes, but it paid off. You’re confident that you’re now fluent in Damian-speak.

What he says, “Be safe”. What he means, “I love you.”

You smile, heart so full of fondness for this grumpy man that you fell in love with. You tell him, “I love you too.”

“Tt. I didn’t say that,” he says.

You laugh, “It was implied.”

He scoffs again, but you know he’s smiling. The bus stops and you get up.

“Go, before you’re late again,” he orders. You tell him one final goodbye before you make your way out of the bus. Before you leave, you catch one last sight of the man, still seated with his eyes trained on the window beside him. Huh, maybe you were just overacting. With your heart still easy from the conversation with Damian, you get off the bus and make your way into New Alexandria.

-

“Is it just me, or was open-mic longer this time?” One of your co-workers, Rosalie, complains. You snort as you lifted a chair and put the seat on the table that you finished wiping. There were actually some really good poets tonight, some with thought-inducing work that would probably give you an existential crisis tonight. You place the last of the chairs on the table at the same time Rosalie rolls up the last of the microphone wires.

“I’m just glad to go home,” you tell her honestly. After the stalker scare, there was nothing that you wanted more than to curl up in your bed, sleep the night away, and wake up in Damian’s arms. You don’t know where he goes off to in the early morning, but you’ve learned not to question it. You trusted that he would tell you on his own time.

“Amen, sister.” Rosalie gives you a high-five as she passes by. You follow her into the backroom, where you hang both of your aprons, and get your things ready to go. Rosalie salutes you before she leaves, “Tell Boss that I’m heading out. I’ll lock the front.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.” You grab your bag and head to the office room where your boss/friend was putting her things away. “Hey, Rose is closing the front.”

“Ugh, bless her. I really don’t feel like walking all the way to the front.” She zips up her bag and looks at you expectantly. “Ready to go?”

The two of you lived a block away from each other. You suspect Damian had something to do with it, probably because she was dating Jason, his brother. You were just happy that you didn’t have to walk home alone, especially tonight.

You nod and the two of you make your way to the back door after shutting off the rest of the lights. After securing the back, the two of you walked out of the alleyway and onto the streets of Gotham. You make your way to the deli stand a few blocks away from New Alexandria and get yourself some sandwiches.

“Hey, how’s that internship with that company going?” She asks you. You take a bite of your sandwich before answering.

“It’s pretty good. My supervisor is kind of a dick, but at least he’s actually teaching me things.”

“Hm. Let me know if you want me to kick his ass,” she tells you. You laugh at that, shaking your head. Taking another bite, you glance around taking in the city, only to choke. On the other street, there was that same man from the bus. He was wearing the same clothing and he was walking in the same direction they were, looking at you every once in a while. Oh god. So, you were being followed. Shit.

You didn’t realize that you had stopped in the middle of the street until your companion stopped beside you, patting your back gently.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concerned. You almost tell her that everything is fine, but you could see the man on the other side of the street. He had stopped and was leaning against the wall of a building, purposefully looking away from you. She follows your gaze and frowns. “What are you looking at?”

“Do you see that guy over there? The one with the green beanie?” You whisper to her. She takes a quick glance and nods, her face serious. You steel yourself as you say, “I think he’s been following me.”

Her face hardens as she takes in your words, “Are you sure?”

“I saw him near my building earlier tonight and he was on the same bus as me. He didn’t follow me into New A so I thought it was just a coincidence but now he’s here and he’s definitely following us. Oh my god. What are we going do? We’re going to die. We are going to d—”

“Hey, calm down.” She puts her hands on your shoulders. She was tense, looking at the man as discreetly as she could. She turns to you, face resolute and a little angry. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to go my house and see if he follows us.”

“What?” You exclaim. “But then he’ll know where you’ll live!”

You’re confused. Why would she even suggest that? You look at her, her face steely with determination and her grip tight on your shoulder. You’re about to refuse, but something in your gut tells you that she was going to do it anyway.

“I don’t like this plan.”

She smirks a little, something you have definitely seen on Jason’s face. It was the same look that he had when he was about to do something really stupid and reckless—like pouring his drink on some drunk asshole who was flirting with her during open-mic and starting a fight.

“Trust me. It’ll be fine,” she says. She puts her arm around your shoulders and begins walking again.

Soon enough, you pass by your apartment building. You cross the street and walk a little further, until you recognize her apartment building a few feet from you. Before you could make your way to the steps, she pulls you into the nearby alleyway.

“What are you doing?” You ask her, confused and just a little bit afraid. She puts her finger to her lips and motions for her to back up against the wall. You follow, watching her as she peeks her head out to the street, a look of concentration on her face. Oh my god. Was she going to confront the stalker? Holy shit. She was fucking crazy. “Please don’t tell me that you’re going to do something stupid.”

She only smiles at you, “Relax. I’ll handle it.”

She turns back to towards the street. The next thing you know, she’s reaching out, grabbing the man’s arm and pulling him into the alleyway.

“Holy shit!” You yell as she pushes him to the other side of the wall. The man tries to swing at her, but she simply ducks and kicks at his private parts. You move a little further away as the man doubles in pain, his hands going down to cup them. “What the fuck?!”

She ignores you in favor of grabbing one of his arms, twisting it, and holding it against his back as she pushed him into the wall.

“Who are you working for?” She demands from him. The man doesn’t answer, only groaning in pain. She presses against the arm more, “I said, who are you working for?!”

“Wayne! Wayne! He hired me to look after her,” the man answers. What? You exchange confused looks with her. Why would Bruce Wayne hire a bodyguard for her? He’s never done that before, not even when you went on that vacation to Japan a few months back. As far as you know, Damian’s father…wait.

You stand a little closer to the two, “Bruce Wayne?”

“His brat,” the man answers. “He hired me to follow you and keep you safe. Said something about not trusting someone’s concubine to look after you.”

You hear a snort from the woman beside you. You look to see her rolling her eyes as she backs away and lets him go.

“Sounds like Damian,” she shrugs. She looks apologetically at the man, who was rubbing his arm while glaring at her, “Sorry about that. You freaked her out pretty bad.”

“Whatever,” he says. He looks at you with contempt in his eyes, “Can you just make your way home so I can get the hell out here?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just say goodbye.”

He rolls eyes his eyes, but goes to stand out at the street. You turn to look at your friend with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell was that?”

She laughs sheepishly, shrugging, “Jay taught me some self-defense moves for when I’m in trouble. They’re pretty basic, but I guess they worked, huh?”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“Better not keep your knight-in-shining-armor waiting,” she says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at her and give her a little shove as she walks away from you. Oh, you are definitely going to have a talk with Damian about this.

The bodyguard walks you home in an awkward and stony silence. With one final goodbye, you head up to your apartment. You could barely walk up the two flights of stairs that lead to your place, the exhaustion of today’s events finally catching up to you.

Closing your door behind you, you drop your keys into the little bowl by the door and kick off your shoes. You head to the kitchen, not even bothering to turn on your lights.

“Hello, beloved.”

You almost choke on your water. Geez, what the hell was up with you and choking today? You turn around to find Damian lounging on your couch, smiling at you.

“Dames, what the hell? I almost drowned.”

He smiles at you, “I’m sorry. It’s a habit.”

You flip the light switch and stare at your boyfriend, arms crossed. You must have looked unamused because he stopped smiling and stood up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He steps closer to you, frowning.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask the bodyguard that you apparently hired to watch me?”

At least he had the tendency to look a little sheepish.

“Yeah, oh.” You glare at him. “I thought I was going to get kidnapped, Damian. I almost had a panic attack on the damn bus.”

“I didn’t mean to cause you distress,” he says. He puts his hands on your arms, looking at you with sincerity. You can see the guilt in his eyes. He knew how anxious you tend to get in public spaces, especially when alone. He should have thought about what having someone watching you so intently would do to you. “I only meant to keep you safe.”

You sigh. Of course, you knew that. You had to admit that going out into the city at night, alone, was dangerous, especially in Gotham. There were so many crazy things going on in this city that he had a reason to worry about your safety. Still, you didn’t like that he felt the need to keep this from you. What if that person had turned out to be a real stalker? What if Jay didn’t teach his girlfriend self-defense and the both of you had been taken? That man had been an unknown variable, and you didn’t like not knowing who he might have been.

“I get it and I’m grateful that you thought of my safety. But, Dames,” you take his hands from your arms and hold it in yours. You look into his eyes so that he could see how serious you were about this, “You don’t have to feel the need to do it behind my back. I was so worried about what would’ve happened to me if he turned out to be a serial killer or a nutjob who was going to kidnap me. That bodyguard didn’t make me feel safe, if anything he scared me.”

You let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. He instinctively puts his hands on your waist, still looking at you. You could see the regret in his eyes and you hated to see him so downtrodden, but he needed to know this.

“I truly am sorry,” he tells you. You nod, letting him speak. “I was simply worried for your well-being. I hate sending you out there on your own without me beside you. I know Jason’s partner lives near you and she is fully capable of protecting the both of you, but I wanted you to be safe. I didn’t know how you’d react if I told you that I hired a bodyguard, so instead, I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” You tell him. He smiles at you and leans in. You let him, your eyes closing as you feel his lips press against yours. He pulls you in closer, pressing your body against his, and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. It lasts for a while, neither of you willing to break it off. You did, though. The excitement of today’s events left you dead tired and there was nothing that you wanted more now than to just cuddle with Damian in bed until you fell asleep.

“Cuddle with me? At least until I fall asleep?” You ask him. He seems to consider it. You think that he’s weighing how late he could be to wherever he goes to in the middle of the night. You hope that he stays because he was really comfortable right now and you needed a little TLC.

He nods, “Of course.”

“Yay.”

After a few minutes getting ready for bed, you’re lying on your soft bed, your head on Damian’s chest and your legs tangled together. You close your eyes, sighing in content as Damian plays with your hair. The two of you reveled in the silence. You hope that the bodyguard wasn’t too sore from whatever she did to him. That reminds you….

“I think you should pay that guy extra. I don’t know that Jason taught her, but what she did looked like it hurt,” you mumble to him, half asleep. You feel his chest move his amused snort.

“All right. Anything for you.”

“Hm. Love you, Dames.”

It was quiet and you almost think that he’s not going to respond. Which is fine. You already know that he loves you. As you drift off, you don’t see him smile down at your sleeping figure. You don’t feel the kiss he leaves on your head. You don’t hear the quiet “I love you” that he says before he leaves for patrol. But he has a feeling that you know.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x female reader #mine: damian wayne

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Trust | Doctor Who

Pairing: Doctor x Reader (readers choice as to which regeneration this is, I personally had a mix of ten and eleven in mind when writing)

Word Count: 4383

Warning: gets super angsty at points, very tiny mention of blood, possible death? and some very cheesy fluff

A/N: okay so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I’ve been reluctant to post it but then I thought what the hell I’m just gonna do it. I thought about splitting it into parts but decided to just stick it up as a oneshot. And as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

- - - - -

“Finally, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for hours, you really need a more comfortable sofa you know..” The Doctor says lounging on your sofa, staring you excitedly waiting for an answer. 

“What did I tell you about letting yourself into my apartment?” You say, dropping your bag to the floor.

“I know” he continues, ignoring your question “I could have just jumped in the TARDIS, travelled to the moment just before you got home and spared myself the agony but I didn’t know exactly how long you would be out and quite frankly that feels like more effort than I feel like taking part in today. But anyway enough about me..” he takes a deep breath ”how did it go?”

“How did what go?” You respond blankly

“Your date”

You take a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep your expression blank to hide any emotion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

“Oh come on y/n, this is me you’re talking to. You know you can’t keep secrets from me”

“I’m not keeping any... what makes you think I’ve been on a date?”

“It’s obvious. Your hairs down, you never wear your hair down unless its a special event or you’re trying to impress someone. Your clothes are far too fancy for work, too risqué for a family occasion. And your face, there’s a glow to your face like you’ve been blushing. Soooo, how was it? I want to hear everything” he leans forward, resting his chin in his hands staring up at you with hope.

He reminded you of an overexcited puppy. Ever since your last boyfriend had dumped you via text while you were off on a TARDIS adventure, the Doctor had been trying to set you up with every potential candidate he found. You, on the other hand, had just wanted to forget about boys all together and focus on having fun with the Doctor. That was until you met Jack. 

“look, I just... we don’t have time for this right now. Isn’t there some planet that needs saving or something?”

“Ah, they can save themselves” batting his hand away like he was trying to hit a fly ”this is more important. You had a date!”

“Just leave it, please”

“No I will not, until you tell me everything”

“There’s nothing to tell”

“Sure there is, why wont you talk to me?”

“BECAUSE HE STOOD ME UP, OKAY?” You suddenly explode and the Doctor just watches you silently. “He didn’t come. I waited in that cafe for two and a half hours and he didn’t come. No phone call, not even a text. Two and a half hours I sat on my own, watching the door, trying to ignore the pitiful looks from everyone else. ‘Oh look at that poor sad girl, cant even get a date.. pathetic...’” you start to break down before you can finish your sentence. The Doctor jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. “What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong?” You cry.

“Hey no, shhhhh, nothing is wrong with you” the Doctor reassures, stroking your hair “you are perfect”  

“Why didn’t he show? Am I that dull to talk to? Did he spot me in window, take one look and run the other way? Or maybe he had no intention of ever coming, he just set me up as a joke. And i fell for it like the fool that i am?”

“NO” the Doctor says firmly, taking your face in his hands and staring into your eyes “look at me. You are NOT a fool. Okay? You are one of the smartest, bravest, funniest, kindest, most interesting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of travelling with. Honestly. You amaze me every single day. Don’t you ever speak about yourself like that”

He kissed you on the forehead and you show him a weak smile. 

“I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t come. When we spoke on the ohine this morning he kept saying he was so excited to meet.”

“Ah” The doctor suddenly remembers,  taking a step back and looking to the ground like something was bothering him. 

“What is it?” 

“I think that maybe this might have slightly been my fault..”

You don’t say anything, you just look at him with confusion. 

“I may have accidentally on purpose bumped into Jack on his way to meeting you and accidentally scared him off... accidentally...”

Your mouth drops open as the realisation of what the Doctor has done sinks in. Your face switches through confusion, to disbelief, to anger. 

“You did WHAT?!”

“I just wanted to check him out, ask him about his intentions. You know how I feel about people called Jack! Look I just needed to make sure he wasn’t, you know, some sort of insane axe murderer type”

“YOU’RE the one who’s insane!” You shout back, now pacing around the room, hands up in your hair “I cant even look at you right now... you know not all men are like Captain Jack Hark- wait..” suddenly you stop pacing, turning to look at him “how do you know his name? Come to think of it, how did you even know I was going to meet anyone?”

“You, you left your phone on the TARDIS console the other day while you ‘popped to the loo’” he says, making air quotes with his fingers as he quoted you, trying to make a joke lighter but actually just pissing you off even more. “It kept doing the buzzy buzzy thing so i picked it up to shush it and saw all these messages from Jack talking about looking forward to meeting you and I thought-“

“What? You thought anyone who would want to go on a date with me must be insane?!”

“No, no no no of course not no I-“

“Then why? Doctor, why would you do this to me?”

“Because I love you” he blurts out. You fall silent, eyes fixed on his face. “I love you y/n, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt again” he pauses “and I think that maybe, deep down, I was terrified of the thought that you could fall in love with someone who isn’t me”

You just stand there, silently staring at his face. You’d never seen him this vulnerable, this honest about his feelings. 

“No..” you say and he looks at you confused “no, NO. You can’t do this to me. You can’t spend the last few months trying to set me up with other people, make me think that you don’t think of me at all in that way and then turn around and tell me you LOVE me?! What the HELL Doctor? You can’t just play with people emotions like that!”

“I never intended to hurt you, y/n, that’s the last thing I wanted and I hate myself for hurting you. But bad things seem to happy to the people I love, and I think I thought that if you were with someone else then, you’d be safe? I, I don’t know. Just, please y/n I need you to know that I am so sorry.” 

You just look at him. It’s hard to see the man who is usually so cool and calm actually starting to panic. 

“Please say something.” He pleads but you continue to look at him silently, your thoughts racing a million miles an hour in your head. 

“Y/N?” He says again, stepping forward and reaching out to you but you take a step back and look down at your feet. 

“I trusted you...” you voice comes out quiet and full of hurt “...with everything. I put my life in your hands.” You pause, look up at the doctor and take a deep breath “I don’t think I can do that anymore”

“You can-“ he steps towards you again but you turn away and close your eyes.

“I need to be on my own” 

The Doctor takes a step back and nods silently. 

“well, you know how to find me when you're ready” he sighs sadly. 

He turns and walks to your bedroom where the TARDIS is parked. As he reaches for the door he stops to take one last look at you, willing you to turn around and run into his arms. But you don’t. He leaves. 

You hear the sound of the TARDIS leaving and you drop to the floor, finally letting out all the emotion you had been trying to keep in. 

The Doctor watches you from the screen in his TARDIS as tears fall from his eyes.

- - - 6 months later - - - 

“RUN!” The Doctor shouts as he turns and starts sprinting. You immediately follow as you hear guns firing behind you and the Daleks shouting “EXTERMINATE!” 

Together you run down winding corridor until finally the TARDIS is in sight. The Doctor gets there before you, opening the TARDIS door and holding his hand out to you 

“almost there y/n, keep running” he encourages but suddenly a Dalek appears infront of you. Before you can do anything a laser shoots from the end of the Daleks gun and hits you. 

- - - - -

Your eyes shoot open as you sit upright in bed breathing heavily. Just another nightmare. 

You leave your house and head towards the bus stop as you do every morning to get to work since you went back to your mundane TARDIS free life. It’s been six months since the Doctor told you he loved you and you hadn’t seen or even spoken to him since. But you couldn’t help but think about him every day. Part of you wanted to pick up the phone and call him to come back, but the other part of you was still hurting and confused. 

After the Doctor had left Jack had messaged you apologising for not showing up to your date and told you about the man who had scared him. You made up a story about him being an overprotective family member of yours and that he wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Jack dated for a couple of months but when you discovered he was still seeing other girls you called it off. Maybe the Doctor was right to scare him away.

You reach the bus stop just as your bus is puling away. You tried running to catch up with it but you were too late. You slump down on the bench to wait for the next one and again your thoughts drift to the Doctor. Wondering where he is now, what planet he’s saving or what new aliens he’s meeting. You wonder if he’s found anyone else to travel with and your heart sinks at the thought. You take out your phone and scroll down the contact list till you reach ‘Doc’. Your finger hovers over the call button. What if he has moved on? What if he doesn’t care about you at all anymore? He told you he loved you and you turned him away. 

You pushed your anxiety aside and hit the call button but just as it stared to ring you heard screams coming from the park over the road. You hung up the phone and crossed the road toward the park. People were running towards you, presumably away from whatever was cause the screams but you ran towards it. Your time with the Doctor had definitely made you brave. 

You continued to run through the park until you heard a noise that stopped you dead in your tracks. A noise you hadn’t heard since your days of travelling. A noise you hoped you would never hear again. 

“EXTERMINATE!”

You felt your body freeze in panic. This is just another dream right? You pinch yourself but you don't wake up. Okay so this is real. But how could the Daleks be here on earth? The Doctor banished them last time-

“EXTERMINATE!”

The sound pulled your attention back to earth and you looked up just in time to see a Dalek shooting straight at you. You dived out the way and ran as fast as your legs could carry you towards a woodland area over one side of the park. You ran through the woods, mind racing as fast as your feet until you tripped on a root sticking out the ground and skidded across the floor cutting your knees pretty bad.  You get up, hobble over to lean against a tree and pull out your phone. You need the Doctor. 

But before you can press call you hear another familiar voice behind you that sent chills down your spine. Another one of the Doctor’s rivals you had unfortunately met on your travels, probably the most dangerous of them all. 

“Hello y/n” he says and you turn around slowly to see the Master standing behind you grinning maniacally. 

“Long time no see” he chuckles but then his face turns dead serious “give me the phone”

You stare at time, full of panic.

“GIVE ME THE PHONE!” He shouts which makes you jump. You immediately hand your phone over and he grabs your wrist tightly, pulling you in so your face is close enough to whisper  “see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Before smiling again and letting you go. You take a step back, holding your wrist in your hand. The Master starts walking slowly around you, making you feel like a dying animal being watched by a vulture.

“Where is the Doctor? Why are you alone, I thought you were his new pet?”

You look down at the ground. 

“Not anymore” you reply but your voice is barely audible

“Speak up little pet!” He says in your ear from behind you before continuing the circle around you

“Not anymore” you say slightly louder and the Master stops in front of you again.

“Oh? What happened? Lover’s tiff?” 

“It’s complicated” you shake your head dismissively.

“Complicated huh? Well let’s see what if we can clear things up shall we?” He takes your phone from his pocket and puts it on speaker you can hear the ringing tone and then the voice you’d missed so much...

“Y/N?” He sounds worried

“Guess again lover boy” the Master laughs changing the call to a video call so the Doctor can see him grinning. 

“What have you done?! If you’ve hurt her-“

“She’s safe” he interrupts, walking over and putting his arm around you to pull you into the Doctor’s view “for now.. You see, I’ve invited some old friends of yours to this planet you seem to care so much about and well, they’re making quite a mess.”

“Master!” The Doctor tries to speak.

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” He shouts and you flinch. “As I was saying. The Daleks are having a field day with your humans, they are extra trigger happy today I tell you.” He laughs as he let’s go of you and reaches into his pocket “but so I am”

He pulls a gun and his face changes again to be completely serious. 

“So it seems Doctor you have a choice to make. You can stop the Daleks...” he puts the gun to your head and moves the camera so the Doctor can see the fear in your eyes “or you can stop me.”

“Master please, please don’t do this-“ he begins pleading.

“Oh I love to hear you beg! So what will it be? The girl or the earth, its your choice Doctor” the Master hangs up the phone, dropping it to the floor and stamping on it. 

You close your eyes and try to steady your breath but you’re shaking so much that you can’t focus on anything else. You feel the gun move away from your head and you open your eyes cautiously. The Master sits on the floor, back leaning against a tree. He gestures for you to come sit by him, but you don’t move. 

“Oh come on, I’m not gonna shoot you yet. Relax”

You slowly move to sit near him, but not too close, and cross your legs. You stare at the ground, twiddling your thumbs nervously as you work up the courage to speak. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, tears in your eyes.

“Because I’m BORED-UH!” He replies, emphasising the ‘D’ at the end like an impatient child. 

“Because you’re bored?” You ask in disbelief, feeling rage build up inside you “you’re killing people, innocent good people who don’t deserve any of this because you’re bored? You’re insane!” You shake your head. 

“Thank you” he smiles and does a little bow from where he’s sat and you roll your eyes. 

“so tell me, what happened with you and the Doc huh? Why’d he leave you behind?” The Master asks and you pull your knees up in your chest, hugging your arms around your legs.

“its complicated” you say, really not wanting to get into this conversation with him. 

“so you keep saying, tell me anyway”

“why do you care?” You look at him getting fed up. 

“I don't really, just being nosey” he says dismissively putting his arms behind his head and leaning back against the tree.

Thinking the conversation is over you decide to also lean your head back against the tree so you can look up and the leaves and sky above you. 

“did he run over your cat?”

You look at him in confusion.

“what? No he-“

“did he kiss your mom?

“no-“

“did he break your phone?”

“you just did!” You point to your broken phone lying on the floor a few feet in front of you.

“ah yeah, oops” he shrugs “did he-“

“he told me he loved me!” you interrupt, fed up of all the questions. The Master looks disappointed, and then confused.

“I don't get it. Why’s that a bad thing? what, you don't love him back?”

“no I do.. I did.. I, its compli-“

“if you say it's complicated one more time I'm just gonna shoot you now” he glares at you and you bite your lip. For a moment you had forgotten you were talking to one of the most dangerously unpredictable beings in the universe. “if he loves you, and you love him then what’s complicated?” 

“yeah well, you're not capable of love so you just, you wouldn’t understand” you sigh

The Master brings his hand to his chest and fakes hurt at your comment

“no need to be so mean, I'm sure lover boy will be here soon” 

You shake your head “he might not. I was horrible to him. He told me he loved me and I told him to leave me alone. And that was 6 months ago. He owes me nothing”

“thats not true y/n” you hear and turn to see the Doctor standing there. Your heart feels like it skips a beat as you let out a small sigh of relief. You go to stand up but the Master beats you to it, suddenly holding the gun and pointing it at you again

“you stay! Down!” you kneel down, wincing at the pain from where you cut them earlier “thats a good little pet” he lowers the gun but still has that crazed look in his eyes which fills you with fear. 

“are you okay?” The Doctor asks and you give him a small nod.

“well isn’t this sweet, the lovers reunited once more” he put his hands to his heart “I could almost cry.. shame I'm not capable of love eh y/n?” He drops the act glaring at you and you gulp. 

“leave her out of this Master, this is between you and me. And call off the Daleks too, this planet doesn’t deserve this”

“this planet, Doctor, deserve everything thats coming to it” he’s getting angrier by the second “now I gave you a choice. The earth, or the girl?” 

The Master points the gun back in your direction and you feel the panic rising, your heart pounding. You look to the Doctor and he gives you a reassuring glance. 

“you chose wrong” the Master pulls the trigger and time seems to slow down.

Through the ringing in your ears you just about hear the Doctor shout NO and you feel pain right in the middle of your chest. You clutch your hands to your chest and look down to see them covered in deep red. As you fall onto your side you look back up at the Doctor who goes to run at the Master but is stopped when points the gun at him. The Master says something you don't hear then turns and calmly walks away. The Doctor stands for a second watching him, thinking about following but looks down at you and runs over to put pressure on your wound. 

“no… you have to… go after him” you say breathlessly 

The Doctor shakes his head “i’m not leaving you-”

“you have to.. the Daleks-“

“we’ll stop them together y/n, look at me” he puts one hand on your face, thumb rubbing on your cheek trying to keep you awake “stay with me”

“i’m sorry” you cry

“you have nothing to apologise for” you can see tears forming in the Doctors eyes and you know this is the end

“I love you” and one last breath leaves your body as everything goes dark. 

The Doctor remains crouched on the floor cradling your body as finally the tears stream down his face. He takes a deep breath and his face changes from sorrow to determination. 

- - - - -   

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up straight taking frantic breaths. The Doctor runs over, crouching down next to you. He takes your hand in one of his and uses the other to hold the back of you neck, trying to focus your attention on him. 

“y/n, its okay. y/n, you’re safe. Look at me, you’re safe. Just breathe with me okay. in, out, in, out..”

You take deep breaths with him and slowly feel yourself start to calm down a bit. Thats when you realise you’re on the floor of the TARDIS control room. The Doctor presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes still taking deep breathes. Once the Doctor is satisfied that you’re calm enough he moves his head away, takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders. You pull in tightly around you, finding it comforting. 

“how are you feeling?” The Doctor asks cautiously, watching you closely. 

You think for a moment before responding. The Doctor moves over to look at one of the screens on the central console. 

“confused. Ive been having really weird dreams lately, I don't know what’s real anymore.” You look up at the Doctor hoping for answers.

“What do you dream about?” He asks, still studying the screen. 

“You” you respond shyly, embarrassed of your answer. The Doctor looks surprised as he looks at you “travelling with you” you clarify. 

“And what happens in the dreams?”

“Well, we’re running. Always running” you laugh and he smiles “usually away from something terrifying. Then every time we’re almost safe, whatever it is that’s chasing us finally catches me. And then I wake up in my own bed-” you stop suddenly, realising something. The Doctor watches you. 

“Doctor, how did I get back here? Back in the TARDIS? I don’t remember...” you trail off. The Doctor crouches back down in front of you.

“y/n tell me about your last dream” you sit, staring at the floor shaking your head. Why can’t you remember coming back to the TARDIS

“Y/N look at me” he places a hand on your shoulder “tell me what you just dreamed”

“Um, I was, I was in the park and the Daleks were there. Shooting at people, killing.. and uh, I ran just like I always do. And then the Master was there, and he caught me. And he, uh...” you place your hand on your chest “he shot me”

You look up at the Doctor who just looks back at you, studying your every move and facial expression. “And then I woke up. You must think I’m mad” 

The Doctor moves his hand to hold the hand which is still covering your chest. You look down at his hand and watch as he gently squeezes it affectionally. 

“You’re not mad y/n. All of that... it really happened.” You look up at him. “The Master shot you” he pauses, finding the next part hard to say “and you died. I was there, I held you.” He takes a deep breath “I brought you back.”

“How?”

“I did something I’m really not allowed to do.” You look at him confused “I transferred some regeneration energy into you. I wasn’t even sure it would work but it did. You started breathing again, but you've been unconscious for 3 days.”

“3 days?!” 

“That’s why your memories a bit... fuzzy. But I can fix that, if you want me to. And I can stop those nightmare too.”

“Thank you!” You throw your arms around the Doctor and squeeze him tight. He smiles, he’d missed this. 

“Oh..” he pulls away but keeps hold of your arms “sorry, about you know, leaving you on the floor. I needed you close to the console so I could monitor your heart rate.”

“Look, you brought me back to life. You could have left me asleep in a bin and I still couldn’t be angry with you” You laugh and he looks relieved. “Wait, what about the Daleks?”

“Oh they’re gone, don’t worry about them. Now, how about I sort out those memories for you?” He asks and you nod. He goes to put his fingers on your temples, but you move your head back slightly stopping him. 

“BUT, there’s something I really need to do first?” You say, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You pull away and smile shyly. 

“I should have done that 6 months ago” you say, he smiles. “Right, now I’m ready”

He puts his hand up to your face. 

“Remember, you can close any doors to me if there’s things to don’t want me to see” he says.

You look him in the eyes. 

“I trust you”

#doctor who #doctor who oneshot #doctor who fanfic #matt smith #David tennant #ten #eleven #tenth doctor x reader #eleven x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #ten x reader #doctor x reader #angst #master x reader #the master #nicolasfam

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Also since i imagine it would go very differently, MC inviting Runa to meet her parents (and whatever anxious angst that idea conjures in Runa) including the meeting?

Written by @shootingstarwithagrudge

Runa’s hair shone brilliantly in the sunlight as I watched her through the window at the front of the Cafe. This was always my favorite way to see her, when she thought no one was looking and could really let all her walls down. Her face was calm and serene even as she picked at her nails, obviously nervous. When I had first brought up the prospect of meeting my parents, Runa had paled at the thought. But after explaining to her that once we were married, they would be her family too, she began to warm up to the idea. I think deep down inside, the thought of having a normal family that didn’t try to manipulate her at any cost, was extremely important to her. I make my way through the cafe door, and Runa quickly turns her attention to me.

“What were you even doing in there? Physically sewing a new outfit to wear?” Even with her eyes narrowed I can tell she’s only slightly annoyed. More from nerves than anything. I’ve come to know Runa’s defense mechanisms pretty well by now. Even though she had come so far from the angry waitress I first met, she still depended on her walls when she was feeling nervous.

“Sorry - I saw this beautiful creature through the Cafe window, and I just had to stop for a moment and admire her” I give her my most disarming smile, which only gets me an eye roll.

“Yeah, OK. Dork.” Her words are a little sharp, but she has the slightest shade of pink to her cheeks as she says them.

“You think I’m a dork? Just wait until you meet my parents” I laugh. My parents were the epitome of average. Their most prized possession being a complete set of encyclopedias from the eighties. And the idea of them finally meeting this wild and fiery woman I was in love with, brought me so much joy.

“Yeah…” Runa replies with a far away tone. She’s been stressing pretty hard over this night, so I remain quiet until she’s finished. “I just hope I don’t say anything dumb. I’m assuming since you’re such a nerd, they’re probably pretty smart for a couple of humans.”

“Runa, they’re going to love you. Just be the amazingly charming woman I fell in love with.” I give her a cheeky grin and she scoffs.

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, babe… charming not being one of them.” She quickly falls in step with me as we make our way through the bushes separating our two worlds.

After a few minutes of walking in silence we reach the only bus stop walking distance from the Cafe. Luckily I don’t have to explain too much of how public transit works since Runa was more familiar with the human world than most magicians. And other than the two exceptionally ripe travellers that decided to sit a seat over from us, our ride is supremely uneventful. As we finally approach the stop in front of my parents house, I’m overcome with giddiness. It’s like two complete polar sides of my life were finally merging. Not being able to contain my joy, I audibly squeal as we exit the bus.

“Oh my god. How did I fall in love with such a nerd?” I turn to face Runa prepared to give her back a little lip, but the look on her face was one of pure affection. I feel myself immediately blush as I take her hand in mine. She smiles at me before taking a deep grounding breath.

“Well, it’s now or never.” She let’s out with an exhale as we make our way towards the front door. A part of me was a bit surprised at just how much their house hadn’t changed. I guess since so much in my life had changed, I inexplicably expected theirs to have as well. I can hear the tv as we reach the front step and I laugh. Nat Geo was on. Too perfect. I give Runa one last reassuring smile and swing the door open.

“Mom! Dad!”

Just as expected, Mom was in the kitchen preparing a veritable feast. I could tell she’d been cooking all day by her slightly frazzled appearance, but she still looked amazing. She makes a beeline for us before I can say another word.

“Willem! You’re offspring is here!” She yells towards the direction of the study before bringing me in for a bone breaking hug. “Oh, honey.. We have missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mom.” I left out with a laugh.

“Hey there, Cupcake!”

Dad walks in with a newspaper in one hand and an old mystery novel in the other. One I’ve personally seen him read at least 20 times. When I turn to give him a hug, I catch Runa’s eyes and she looks like she’s about to burst with laughter as she mouths the word “Cupcake?” to me. I narrow my eyes and she chuckles. I look up from Dad’s hug and motion to Runa awkwardly.

“Mom, Dad this… is Runa.” With the smile that reaches my face, it’s pretty transparent how much I love her. Dad and Mom both excitedly make their way over. Shaking her hands, and topped with the ever so awkward hug. My heart swells with the image of them three together. My two worlds colliding.

“Runa, dear. It’s so nice to meet you!” Mom gushes. Runa gives a nervous laugh before Dad claps her on the back in total Dad manner.

“So, Runa! That’s such an interesting name! Runa. Where does it come from?” Runa’s eyes go wide as my Dad waits for an answer. She looks to me before trying her best to answer coherently.

“Uh.. W-well M-mr.. ah-. M-Mr. Wellem.. Uh, sir.”

She pauses and tries to center herself. Taking a long, deep breath, she opens her eyes looking slightly more centred. I look down to find her doing her finger exercises.

“Uh.. So.. Runa was my Great Grandmother’s name, actually. She was the only other one in the family born with pink hair.” My parents eyes go wide at that and Runa immediately realizes her slip up. She pales slightly, swallowing hard as I subconsciously try to figure out how I’m going to explain this. But before I can even respond, both of my parents start laughing.

“Oh, she’s a funny one, Cupcake. You better hold onto her.” Dad waggles his finger at me as he shakes his head.

Runa finally releases the breath she’s been holding, and I let out a nervous laugh.

“Haha - Yeah, Runa here is a regular card.” I playfully clap Runa on the shoulder, pulling her closer.

“Y-yep. Th-that’s me. Ol’ hilarious Runa.”

My parents are still laughing as they lead us towards the dining room. I give Runa a smirk and she rolls her eyes, taking my hand. She stops abruptly though when we reach the armour with all my childhood photographs. My breath catches while I wait to see which photo has caught her eye.

“Oh my gods, babe.. Is this you!?” She holds up a particularly embarrassing picture of me from my 4th grade Science Fair. I groan loudly. “I mean. Of course it’s you! Look at my cute little dork being all nerdy and cute.”

I laugh at her unique choice of affections, and take the picture in my hands. I can’t believe my parents still had this thing framed. My completely out of control hair, white lab coat and over sized goggles made for one of the nerdiest sights to ever exist.

“Uh. Yep. Let’s just put that back where it came from.”

Runa laughs as I quickly put the photo back. I look up to meet her eyes, and her smile has turned so fond that I immediately blush. She leans in for a kiss, which I gladly return. My heart so overwhelmed with joy, I was almost certain it would burst all over my Mom’s hard cooked meal.

“Come on, let’s go before your human food gets too cold to tolerate.”

Runa takes me by the hand and leads me the rest of the way down the hallway and into the dining room. Mom had done such a beautiful job at setting the table that it almost felt as magical as something we would set up at the Cafe. I quickly take a seat across from my parents with Runa seated next to me. I point out all the tasty foods she should try and realize this probably looked a little weird to my parents, but they make no indication as such, so I continue.

“So Runa.. what part of Europe are you from? I’ve been trying to pinpoint your accent, but it’s so unique.” Dad’s question catches us both off guard. Runa’s eyes growing wide as she looks to me. Shit. I had totally forgotten I’d told my parents in my first letter that I was in Europe. This was something neither of us had a prepared answer for.

“Uh, Runa is actually from a town not too far from here, Dad. She just happened to be spending a bit of time in uh.. Belgium.. while I was there.” I spit out the response so quickly, without giving it much thought, hoping it would suffice my Father’s curiosities. He hums in thought before speaking again.

“And how did you like your time in Belgium Runa? How was it there?” I can tell Dad is just trying to be friendly by getting to know her, but I can see the fork shaking in Runa’s hand while she tries to think of an answer.

“Um.. it was nice? Very uh .. Belgium-y? And they had really good… waffles?”

Her answers come out more like a questions as she tries to remember any facts about Belgium. Lucky for us though, Dad doesn’t pry any further and goes back to his roast duck. I can hear Runa release a sharp exhale with a chuckle. Obviously glad to have dogged that bullet. I meet her eyes and mouth the words ’I’m sorry’ which she immediately waves off.

As the dinner goes on, I can’t help but just sit back and watch. When I had first realized my feelings for Runa, I never in my wildest dreams thought she’d be sitting here, in my childhood home, at the dining room table where I used to color, eating a human dinner, with my extraordinarily human parents. The ring Runa gave me sparkling in the dim light. The pink glow bringing me out of my thoughts as it catches my eye. It looked brighter somehow. Warmer. And as I catch Runa’s face, it comes to my attention that the ring was feeding directly off of Runa’s emotions. She was happy. Exceedingly so. She had a family now. And that was all I could ever ask for. I run my finger across the small jewel before trying my best to jump back into the conversation, which had taken an odd turn into laundromats. I laugh, knowing deep down inside that this was everything I could have ever wanted. I was more content than I had ever been, and I had no one but Runa to thank for that.

#Anonymous #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #runa amberthorne #runa x mc #sweet enchantments runa #se runa #sweet enchantments #fluff

[write-like-you-mean-it]

You’re my Sunshine: Haikyuu Coffee Shop AU

This is a Choose Your Own Character. This is part 2 to Hinata’s story. Go to part 1 to read the beginning of the story.

When I’d agreed to a lovely date with the tiny, orange-haired player, I didn’t imagine that he would text me so quickly after our first encounter. Within the bus ride, we spent the majority of the time texting back and forth with basic questions. Soon, we added each other on snapchat because Hinata wanted to show me a picture of Atsumu. That was quickly followed by a video of him practicing with the same guy. After he hit the ball to the floor, Hinata turned to look at the camera and shouted “Bokuto, did you see that?” There was a scream of “good job Shoyuo” from behind the phone which resounded in the quiet bus.

That snapchat was followed by a few more with Hinata introducing each member of the team. First was a tall black and white spiked hair player who posed as if it was a photo except it was a video. It was followed by a guy whose face was half covered with a mask. He didn’t introduce himself but said “Shoyuo, do you know how many germs phones carry?”

Hinata seemed to get more excited with each video he sent showing off his team and himself. After he introduced every single person he could including managers, his best friends, and a few cats on his walk home, Hinata asked if you could show him your friends. 

At this point, it was closer to one am than it was to when you last saw each other. Most of my friends have jobs that require an early rise in the morning. I snapchatted back “I will but it is a little late. I’m going to go to sleep. Good night, Hinata.”

I received a text almost instantly with the same sentiment. The chaotic pure energy left a smile on my face and a racing in my heart that didn’t cease until I finally fell asleep an hour later. When I awoke, there was a new message wishing me a good morning and another one asking “when I might be off today?”

My text was simple. I said “I’ll be off at 3:00. Will I see you then?” followed by a few choice emojis. I must’ve been caught up in his excitement of both the impending date and countless messages from the short player. 

“I’ll pick you up at 3!” was the final message he sent. Throughout the rest of the work day, Hinata must’ve been busy. There was not a single text sent by either of us back and forth. Not a snapchat in sight. His lack of texting left me with a constant buzz in the back of my mind of what he could be planning for the latter half of the day. 

Once three pm hit the clock, my nerves started back up again. I found myself watching the door in anticipation of Hinata's arrival. While taking an order for a customer, Carrie placed her hand on my back and whispered in my ear “you’ll stare a hole in my door if you’re not careful. WHo are you watching for?”

I wanted to respond with ‘no one’ except karmic justice isn’t pretty, and Hinata walks through the door. “I see,” she responded to her own question. Hinata took this opportunity to wave in my direction. “I’ll pick up from here. Your shift has been done for ten minutes now. You won’t want to keep your date waiting.”

My response was to roll my eyes as I finished with the customer in front of me. “Thank you for coming in today. Your drink will be at the end counter.” The moment he stepped away from the register, my apron was off my head and hung haphazardly on the hook. 

“You don’t have to leave for me,” said the player as I walked up to him. “If you still have to work, I can wait until you’re done. “

“No, no,” I said. “My boss said I was working too many hours and to enjoy my time off.” Hinata grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the cafe. His sudden movements caught me off balance as I stumbled into his smaller frame. “That’s good. Then we have to get going.” He didn't react to my apparent inability to stay on my feet. 

Hinata walked, no, dragged me to a shop near my own workplace. It was a newly opened ice cream shop. “We’re here,” he says. His own hand has yet to let go of mine. 

“Ice cream?” I ask confused before the tug on my arm gets stronger as we walk into the brisk shop. “Why ice cream?”

“Atsumu, Bokuto, and I go here after we win a game in this tournament,” said Hinata. “It has my favorite flavor of matcha ice cream.” 

We both get in the line to look at the multitude of ice cream flavors displayed behind plexiglass. “I can’t believe that you’re taking me to such a special place for you,” I joke. The player turns to look at me. “Of course I’d take you here. You’re my good luck charm.” 

In that moment, you could feel the sunshine off his smile. He became the beam that could cast away any shadow. My heart beat raced in my ears as it drowned out any other thoughts in my mind. His hand squeezed my palm and let go. The pressure brought me back down from orbit. 

“Hinata-,” my lips whispered. 

“Oh, you can call me Shoyuo. It’s what my team calls me.”

“Okay, Shoyuo, what makes you so cheerful?” Again, the words roll off my tongue as if they were a foreign language. His spirit was rarely found within anyone I had met. It was an intoxicating trait that magnetized anyone in his life. 

Hinata was about to answer but the clerk called for the next person. His interruption was a needed break. The wing spiker found himself busy in choosing multiple ice cream flavors and the size that would suit his needs. I found myself ordering my regular choice even though it was a basic flavor. He paid for both our cups and we found a booth near the entrance to the shop. 

The player sat next to me and left an empty booth seat. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said. 

“Of course not,” I replied, trying not to think about how I could feel heat radiating off his body. “I have enough space if you do.”

Hinata takes a bite of ice cream from his spoon and nods. “It’s fine by me,” he mumbles with the plastic still trapping his words. “Have you always worked in the coffee shop?”

“Ever since high school,” I say while taking a bite of my own. The cool taste made my tongue tense up with each bite. “I started out as an intern to get extra points on college scholarships. I ended up staying here because I loved the people and I enjoyed the free drinks.” 

Shoyuo seemed to eat up every word. His eyes would be locked on my own or onto his ice cream. “And you didn’t go to college?”

“No,” I sighed. “It was a far off dream. I didn’t have enough money and spent too much time working. I make a decent living now but I had no way to pay for school when I should have applied.” We both took bites of our sugary dessert in silence. It was as if we were stalling for words that refused to come. “What made you choose volleyball?”

His eyes lit up with the same excitement I saw before. “I saw the tiny giant play on T.V. He looked so cool and was as short as I was. I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I played through high school and even went to Brazil for a while. I wanted to become better than anyone else.”

“Have you done that?”

“I’m not better than Kageyama. He’s still winning the last time we counted.”

“Whose Kageyama?” I ask while scraping the last bit of ice cream out of the bottom of the container. 

“It’s a long story,” said the volleyball player before putting another large glob of ice cream in his mouth. “He was a rival in middle school. The only team I faced then. We found ourselves at the same high school only a year later. We became friends throughout our time. He went on to play right out of high school; I had to still train. He’s the only setter that has caught up to me.”

“He must be pretty special in your life.”

“He is,” Hinata says while finishing his own ice cream. He looks at both our empty cardboard and turns to face me. “Maybe this wasn’t the best place because we both are done. I don’t want this date to be over yet.”

The orange haired player’s smile fades at the thought of ending our time early. It was my turn to squeeze his hand in mine and beam his own smile. “We don’t have to be done. Come on. I know a great stop for part two of this date.”

“Part two?” Shoyuo asks. “How many parts will there be?” 

“As many as we can take,” I reply back while lightly pushing him out of the seat. He refuses to move; however, he scraps some of his extra ice cream in his bowl. I looked at him confused before he placed the dripping liquid in front of my mouth. 

“I forgot to have you taste the matcha. Sorry this is all I have left. It’s a little liquid-y.” I chuckle at his words before taking the spoon into my mouth. As he pulls away, I notice some slipping from my lips. I go to lick it away but Hinata leans in and kisses away the extra. 

My face burned as I was caught off guard from his actions. He was the first to pull away while whispering “you taste sweet” which only caused my face to burn brighter. 

“Shoyou,” I mutter.

“Was I not supposed to do that?” he asks. 

“It’s alright,” I said before leaning in for my own quick kiss. “Now come on. We have places to be.”

(This series is a choose your own adventure. Pick your favorite man or all of them. I will try to make as many of them as possible with continuations. So far, there is Oikawa, Sugawara, Tuskishima, Hinata, Kageyama, and Akaashi. If you have a suggestion or comment, please message me!!)

Haikyuu Masterlist

Wanna be tagged?

#hinata #hinata shoyuo #no doze cafe #date #coffee shop au #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu hinata

[boggirlsummer]

Wet Hot American Summer

August 18 Zoey and I thought we fixed the leak in my tent but we were wrong. I spent the early morning inching away from a puddle that finally pushed me out around 8 am - time to get up anyway. Too rainy to cook or make coffee and I left camp aimlessly. I could barely see anything through the smoke and clouds which threw a wrench in my non-plan to drive around and take photos out the car window. Grand Tetons and Montana and Wyoming were up there on my teenage bucket list (lmao, dream big!), mostly for the landscapes and western vibes and maybe a few cathartic renditions of Wide Open Spaces. I just hiked all summer so I feel like I earned a few days of all-american automobile tourism.

Cozy

Decision fatigue is a ball buster on solo trips (and in life) and sometimes I refuse to change course even when it’s clear that a plan isn’t going to work out. I drove around Tetons alternately listening to the directions and making random navigational decisions, so Google kept yelling at me to make a u-turn. Eventually I got annoyed with both of us and stopped for snacks at the general store. I’ve been making my way through all the kettle chip flavors and so far honey dijon is the best and korean bbq is the worst.

Drove straight through to Yellowstone hoping the storm would let up, but by the time I got there it was 50 degrees with rain expected all afternoon. I thought it would be SUMMER once I left the Bay Area, so all my sweaters and warm jackets are in vacuum sealed bags that I don’t have the space in my car to open. I wasn’t loving the idea of being wet and cold in Yellowstone all night so I talked the campground lady into refunding my site reservation and headed for Big Sky, Montana.

I felt bad leaving without seeing any of the Yellowstone sights so I stopped at Old Faithful on my way out. I knew laughably little about what I was looking at and when a bunch of people started gathering I thought to myself, is this thing gonna explode or something?? And ya turns out that’s the entire point, it shoots a bunch of water and steam into the air every few minutes. I bought a cup of coffee and watched halfheartedly. The only other attraction I know about is the rainbow glory hole and there was so much traffic to park in the lot I said screw it and went on to Montana.

No LTE between Yellowstone and Big Sky and I was without a place to sleep - luckily my sister was available to do some emergency concierge work for me. I eventually found a nice campground near town but the obscene number of bear country warning signs freaked me out. I backtracked to Big Sky to buy a $50 can of bear spray, what a rip. Feeling beat today so I made it up to myself with a bowl of chicken curry ramen and a Sapporo. It was no nugget curry, but it did the job ☺️

Reading the bear spray instructions before bed - you’re supposed to use it once a charging bear is two to three seconds from reaching you. Wtf. I can’t do anything in two seconds. Finished Year of the Monkey at last. Almost fell asleep with a candy wrapper in my pocket, instant death. Also I got my period and I’m worried this is going to attract the bears.

August 19 I broke my own rule. I drove to Bozeman this morning and had a chicken fried steak at the Western Cafe, “The Last Best Cafe.” I had a nice chat with two old guys at the bar, initiated by ME! We talked about my trip so far and books (I was reading Walden Two and one of the guys had Woman in the Window with him, and we agreed that both authors are pretty nuts). Good time all around and then one of them secretly bought my breakfast 🥰 I’ve only ever had creepy men buy me drinks at bars so free CFS with no strings attached was a revelation. My smile lit up the cold dark streets of Bozeman.

Too early for hostel check-in so I killed some time hanging out in a coffee shop and wandering around Main Street. When I’m alone in a new city I usually get on the apps, it’s fun to hang out with a real LOCAL and have an AUTHENTIC experience. I did this on my first night in Sydney last year and my date won $7,000 at a bar raffle he’d been going to every week for three years and then bought us a night’s worth of top shelf shots, bad coke, and dumplings. Obviously I was his good luck charm so I should’ve gotten a cut of that $$$ but whatever… Eventually we went back to his depressing loft outside of the city. It was barely furnished and full of his shitty art and luckily he didn’t have any condoms so I was able to decline sex without feeling guilty (I had condoms of course but didn’t disclose). He tried to fuck me again around 4 am and I was so confused I thought he must have found a condom while I was briefly sleeping. He had not. I snuck out at 6 am and caught the bus back to the city. Not the most restful night but nice to get away from the hostel for a little while. But ya I updated my Hinge location to Bozeman and got hella conservative men swiping on me 🥴 My profile isn’t anything crazy but I don’t think I’m giving off Megyn Kelly vibes. Are they playing some sort of sexual bingo? Are they out to stealth me? Seems sus.

If you are a man on Hinge with a naked photo on your profile I WILL screenshot it and I WILL make a collage of my collection once I have enough material and I WILL sell it as a NFT and I WILL make $0 cuz y’all are freaks. This is the tamest one I’ve got, text me if you want a photo of a naked man covering his junk with a pineapple.

Ooooieee hostel is grungy and subterranean and not the kinda place you want to spend many conscious hours in. I took myself to the movies to escape - another thing I really missed last year. I saw The Night House, which I would describe as an architectural horror? I’ve been thinking about architecture a lot lately, this cool site Zoey sent me has some interesting interviews and stuff. In the movies I ate an entire bag of sour gummy worms and a box of junior mints.

Had a freaky bookstore experience earlier today, not the first time this summer. I originally wrote a longgg paragraph about synchronicity here but I got self conscious and started wondering if hearing other people’s stories about synchronicity is like listening to them talk about their dreams. I personally love talking about dreams (call me and tell me about your crazy dreams!!) but things definitely get lost in translation and sometimes they’re straight boring (like when my old coworkers and I used to dream in Excel, fucckkk). So I get why people find it annoying and here at Bog Girl Summer we can’t afford to alienate any of our readers. All I will say is that I walked into a bookstore today with synchronicity very much on my mind, went to the psychology section to buy a baby Jung text, and there saw a literal sign that said “Staff Pick, Introductory Jung: Synchronicity.” So yes, I bought it. Don’t forget y’all - I have a psychology degree so please don’t come after me about confirmation bias and all that lol. It’s very possible that in this summer of upheaval I’m desperate for some kinda sign that I’m on the right path. Let me have this one 😘

I also bought this postcard which spoke to me because most days I feel like I’m trying to drink out of a firehose

#Spotify

[irwinkitten]

coffee shops and seasons | a.i

notes: so a couple of months ago @5-secondsofcolor​ had put forward an idea in the gay!sos gc and with Alma’s permission I took the idea and fuckin ran with it. Like I sprinted, then forgot about it and then carried on sprinting again. It’s a soft writer!ash concept and I’m very uwu over it. warnings: none word count: 2.1k!

also, i’ve got myself a ko-fi. i erred over this for a while before deciding to go with ko-fi as i fell this gives more freedom to the writer and those that donate, so feel free to donate.

-

Ashton enjoyed having routine. 

Routine was something that his chaotic life could not take away from him, no matter how close his deadlines were for the publishers.

If anyone studied him, he always went to the small coffee shop that was tucked away in the suburbs of the city. 

It held a small garden that he never sat in, preferring the sounds of the coffee shop to become his soundtrack of his writing. However, he often stepped out under the canopy of vines, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the moment, in any kind of weather. 

It happened a year ago when the smallest change occurred in his routine. 

You showed up, wrapped up in a jacket and scarf, the almost childlike glee in your face as you reached the barista, exclaiming softly how this was your first snowfall. 

Your eyes met his, and the two of you shared gentle smiles as you sat on the table in the corner of the window, eyes watching the world pass by as your attention eventually slid to a book in your lap. 

At first he only saw you twice that week, both of you sharing smiles with each other when you entered into the coffee shop. And for a few months that was all he saw of you. 

Then the next change came when you walked in, your eyes red and face slightly swollen and a part of him wanted to ask you how you were. But he didn know how to ask you that question. 

So instead of asking you, he listened to your order, and when he left, he quietly paid for another drink for you before heading out. 

Had he waited, you would’ve gone to him to say thank you, but when you’d looked up as the barista explained that he’d paid for your drink, he’d already gone. 

That week he’d had to give up his routine for the publishers and he had never felt so gutted to have missed something so pivotal as seeing you in the shop.

When he got back to routine, there was a coffee waiting for him at his usual table, but you weren’t in the shop. Glancing to the barista, they smiled slightly. 

“She paid for it in advance and said to make sure you got it. I’ve wasted seven coffees on you.” Ashton laughed. 

“I can pay for those.” And the barista shook their head. 

“I’m kidding with you Ashton. I know that your deadline came up. I realised that every time you hit a deadline, you vanish for a week.” Ashton couldn’t stop the blush rising in his cheeks. 

“It gives me a break. I get to write for me until they decide on book tours that I’ll refuse. It’s the same routine.” The barista chuckled before returning to work and Ashton found himself crafting a new world of characters. 

There was a break in the routine four days later.

You hadn’t been in the coffee shop that week, and he found himself missing that small thing, and his mind started to craft up elaborate daydreams and ideas as to why you hadn’t come, but he left them as that, daydreams and ideas of a person he couldn’t quite have.

When you showed up, he glanced up and watched as your face lit up when you realised he was sat in his usual spot. 

He heard you make your order and he expected you to be nestled in your little spot, people watching like you did every time, but it took a moment for him to realise that he hadn’t heard the scrape of the chair against the floor. 

Lifting his head, he found you stood there, uncertainty shifting across your features before you finally spoke.

“Would you mind if I joined?” And it took him a second before a smile bloomed across his face and your shoulders relaxed. 

“Please, take a seat.” He motioned to the chair sat opposite him, tilting the laptop screen down so that he could focus his attention on you.

“I figured that we’ve been dancing around like this for a while now. And you bought me a drink...” Your words trailed off and he could feel the warmth rushing to his cheeks as you acknowledged his small gesture of kindness.

“It was nothing, really. You looked so sad the day you came in, and I wanted to ask if you were okay but we’re two strangers who don’t know one another and I knew that it could’ve come off as strange if I just asked that.” He hesitated before a soft smile graced his lips. “I hope you’re better now, though.” 

The chuckle that left your lips was void of any humour, it was dry and almost sarcastic in nature. And Ashton found himself being drawn into you, wanting to learn more.

“I wish I could say I am, but I’m not. I will be though.” You hadn’t elaborated and he didn’t push. 

You were simply two strangers.

“I just realised that I hadn’t even introduced myself.” It was almost like the same thought had hit you both, but you’d vocalised it in such a way that had him grinning as you introduced yourself with a dramatic flourish, earning a small laugh from him.

“It’s not often that people willingly laugh at the dumb shit I do.” You muttered, earning a grin in return.

“Since you’re the dramatic one, I’ll be the calm one. I’m-” 

“I know who you are.” He paused as you cut him off, your eyes refusing to lift off the table. He could feel the palpable of emotion rolling off your shoulders, the near embarrassment surrounding you as your eyes refused to meet his.

“I’m always curious about what other people think of me. Who am I?” 

The silence that filled the space between you a your eyes finally lifted up from the table, meeting kind eyes and a gentle smile. He watched as you seemed to be gathering steam, your teeth sinking into the skin of your lips before you finally spoke.

“You’re Ashton Irwin. You’ve written some really good stuff, but that’s not really important to me.” You paused and he raised an eyebrow, a silent question at your statement.

Somehow his silence seemed to make your words that much louder.

“Y-you’re the man in the coffee shop who was kind to me on one of the worst days of my life. You’re the writer that sits and taps his feet to the beat of the song playing in the shop. You’re the man who types something, laughs just once and then carries on as if you hadn’t done a single thing.” You kept your words calm  despite the slight stumble.

Yet the smile on his face continued to grow and it set something in your heart on fire at the joy in his features, his eyes lighting up.

“You’re observant, but then I guess you’d have to be for someone who people watches.” At this, you grinned at the playful accusation.

“To come in and shut away from the world, it’s a small relief in a life of stress.” He understood your words, knowing how important it was to shut away from time to time and just allow yourself to be. He did it often enough.

“Not many people understand that need. It’s why I like finding places like this coffee shop is a dream because people don’t come out of their way for something like this. It’s hidden enough that the only people who find it are the ones who need it.” 

A smile blossomed across your face as the two of you continued to talk until you had to go. 

For the rest of the day, Ashton had the biggest smile on his face.

The following day, he decided to sit in your seat, to try and understand your fascination with people watching. The people who did walk by, seemed to distract his mind, but it opened new avenues to explore.

And when you arrived, sitting in your customary seat, he spoke up.

“So many lives walk past and you never know what’s going on in them. The little old lady across the street, I’ve decided has been waiting for a bus that changed the route and she never found out.” 

He hadn’t expected the bubble of laughter to escape your lips as you realised the small game he’d fallen into. 

“The biker that’s sat on his bike is waiting to hear from a job interview. He’s a baker that only bakes cakes for birthday parties. This interview was for a bakery that only specialises in weddings.” 

More laughter.

You kept up a quiet commentary for him whilst he continued to write, pausing and chipping in his own two cents which you thoroughly enjoyed.

And slowly this became normal for the two of you. He found more enjoyment writing with you sat beside him, crafting up little stories about the people that walked by the coffee shop, oblivious to the pair of fast made friends creating absurd stories to pass the time.

He stopped dreading his deadlines and began to enjoy the moments of peace and joy you gifted him with those small stories. 

Some days you were quiet, and he never pushed you to open up to him. Instead he told you elaborate tales of the characters he’d created, some of them over the top and others just entirely out of character from the character’s you knew. It always got a giggle.

That was when he told you about how he started writing when he was younger because he always told his siblings stories. Even as a child, his imagination was one which made elaborate stories about a prince who ran to save his life, teaming up with bandits to save his kingdom or ones of a princess running from her home and boarding a pirate ship to escape from her life. 

And so you told him the tales of how you used to sit in cafes after school, waiting for your mom to finish her shifts. You’d make up stories of the groups of people as a child and it was something you continued to do as an adult. It was a moment of comfort and he understood that entirely.

Suddenly his routine had been changed in the best ways. He enjoyed the moments with you, and he realised that if he kept it up, he knew that he was heading down the route that he so often wrote it was like an old friend, that familiar feeling of comfort.

The two of you had become so comfortable in your friendship and part of him wanted to push it to the next step. You’d been apart of his life for so long. The first few months was simply ships passing in the night, seeing each other but never really meeting. And then you collided and he enjoyed every second of the following year.

Seasons came and went, as did the staff. But you two were constantly sat together, talking. He still took his week off after a deadline and you still took days away. Both of you went on holidays and lived lives separately, but found a way to tell each other about those things you both got to enjoy.

Ashton knew he was falling in love, in one of the more cliche ways that he’d written often enough. Yet for all the words that he could write, the words that flowed from his fingertips to paper-or at least fingertips to keyboard-he could not find the words to tell you, or to even invite a discussion for him to admit that he had feelings for you.

After weeks of agonising over how to ask you out on a date, you took the problem from his hands and gifted him with a solution that had him laughing.

“So with all of those days that we’ve been meeting up for these drinks, do they count as dates or are we beyond that?” And it caught him so off guard that he laughed. 

“Would you turn down my question for a dinner date with you?” He braved the question now that he had an idea of where your thoughts about the two of you lay. 

He watched as the shyness that he first witnessed when you stood at his table, waiting for his attention before asking to sit down, reared up. 

“I’d never turn down that kind of date with you Ash. All you have to do is ask.” You finally murmured, a hand reaching over to take his. And his heart sped up, a blush building on his cheeks. 

“Please may I take you to dinner tonight, say 7?” 

“I’d love that.” His heart exploded with excitement mixed with relief as he shifted the hold of your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips gently.

“Then I do believe it's a date.” The blinding smile you gave him told the butterflies in his heart and stomach that you were definitely worth it.

-

if you want to be added to the taglist, just fill in this form!! 

@sexgodashton​​​​, @dammitbands​​​​, @calumsmermaid​​​​, @empathycth​​​​, @gorgeouslygrace​​​​, @calpops​​​​, @rosecolouredash​​​​, @cal-puddies​​​​, @clockwork124​​​​, @valentinelrh​​​​, @stellar5sosrecs​​​​, @ashtoniwir​​​​, @cthla​​​​, @liketheydidwithyou​​​​, @scxttishpotath0e​​​​, @bluehairedtracii​​​​, @drummerboy794​​​​, @feliznavidaddycal​​​, @i-calumhood​​​​, @wokeupinjapanisabop​​​​, @converse-luke​​​​, @madbomb​​​​, @ccnicole02​​​​, @youngblood199456​​​​, @aulxna, @megz1985​​​​, @lukesidentitycrisis​​​​, @snapback-irwie​​​​, @neonweeknds​​​​, @666yourwitchyfriend666​​​​, @clffrd​​​​, @cashtonasfuck​​​​, @ashtaway​​​​, @conquerwhatliesahead92​​​​, @itjustkindahappenedreally​​​​, @twoamhood​​​​, @kchillout​​​​, @damselindistressanu​​​​, @colormekaykay​​​​, @findingliam-o​​​​, @sublimehood​​​​, @sugarcoated-pain​​​​, @singt0mecalum​​​​, @singledadharrington​​​​, @sweetbbypeachy​​​​, @calumspeachy​​​​, @colourfulcalum​​​​, @lostincalum​​​​, @burncrashbromance​​​​, @asht0ns-world​​​​, @a-mnd, @flusteredcliffo​​​​, @loti18​​​​, @ixcantxdecidexwhosxmyxfave​​​​, @clumclum-hood​​​​, @fangirl-everythang​​​​, @lashtondaddies​​​​, @calumssunshine​​​​, @ambskiwi​​​​, @abundant-stars​​​​, @caltattoohood, @seedless-vascular, @myescapefromthislife​​​​, @lmao5sosimagines​​​​, @beyoncesdragon​​​​, @jae-writes-fanfiction​​​​, @cxddlyash​​​​, @tresfandom​​​​, @utterly-u-n-p-e-r-f-e-c-t​​​​, @niallisworld​​​​, @lietomevalntyn​​​​, @babylon-corgis​​​​, @monochrome44​​​​, @behind-my-hazeleyes27​​​​, @ghost0fy0u​​​​, @lyllibug​​​​, @bloodmoonashton​​​​, @rhiannonmichelle​​​​, @balsamic-cal, @calumsbaldhead​​​​​, @washedout-ky, @calumssunshinee​​​​​, @ghostofmashton​​​​​, @summerellaz​​​​​, @a-little-less-sixteen​​​​​, @cashworthy​​​​​, @colourfulcalum​​​​, @smokeinherlungs​​​​, @longlastingdaydream​​​​, @h0tsos​​​​, @sweetcherrymike​​​, @5sosnsfw​​​, @sugar-nico​, @sunnysideblog, @angel-cal​, @samros95​, 

#ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin blurbs #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin imagine #writer!ashton #5sos!au #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurb #5sos blurbs #ashton irwin fic #ashton irwin fics #5sos fic #5sos fics #5 seconds of summer blurb #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer fics #my writing

[quicksilverlightning]

The All Might Fan Forum Discussion Board, Part Two

ALL MIGHT FAN FORUM General Discussion All Might Battles Meeting All Might      Rescued by All Might      All Might Encounters      >Small Might Encounters (New!) Fanart and Fanfiction

Gone4-a-Jog

Small Might Sensei

I like to go jogging. I started recently and I’m not very good at it – I can’t run very fast or very long. But I like taking different routes and discovering new places when I stop to catch my breath. It was during one of my longer runs that I bumped into All Might.

I’d heard someone behind me a few minutes before I stopped to put my hands on my knees and try to gulp down as much air as possible, but didn’t hear that he stopped when I did so I jumped and nearly fell on my ass when I got upright, then nearly fell again when I saw who it was and this long sentence doesn’t begin to cover the comedy of errors that was my life in these few moments.

He stopped cause I was running wrong. Sidenote: there’s a such thing as running wrong. Apparently, you want to land in the middle of your foot and try not to land on your heel at all cause that can cause problems. He also taught me a few breathing rhythms for different intensities of runs.

He ran with me for about twenty minutes, correcting my bad posture and seriously I know every post on this forum says it, but All Might is super, super nice. Like, you’d think he’d have at least a little ego or something, but he doesn’t. He just wants to help everyone. He said hello to everyone we passed and doubled back to throw away a bottle someone dropped. He’d so nice you guys.

I’ve been using what he taught me for a few days now, and haven’t gotten a stitch in my side once. It’s so much easier to run now. Thanks Sensei!

Pepper-oni

Seatmates!

Small Might sat next to me on the bus. Pretty sure he could have had any seat he wanted no matter how crowded it was, but he was really polite and kinda awkward about asking if he could sit with me. Meanwhile, I’m internally screaming while trying to keep it cool on the outside.

He was texting someone on his phone – I tried not to stare, but it’s All Might, you know? I didn’t catch much, just that he was proud of someone, which, hello, is so frickking cute. He looked happy.

m0toroildrmz

A brief conversation with my mother:

“Mom, do you know who that was?”

“No?”

“That was All Might! All Might, mom!”

I leave my mom alone for five seconds to use the bathroom, and I come back to ALL MIGHT helping her with her English crossword puzzles. She didn’t even get an autograph for me.

oba-san581

the beach

I don’t know why it took so very long for it to click – after his last battle, I couldn't shake the feeling that I’d seen that tall, skinny man somewhere before. And he is such a distinctive gentleman; I was sure I knew him, somehow. It wasn’t until I met him on the beach that it finally fell into place.

I’m retired these days, so I have a lot of time on my hands. Every day, I take a walk from my home to the library and back. Sometimes I stay a few minutes, sometimes the entire day gets away from me. For months, almost every day without fail, there was a man and a boy cleaning the shoreline near my home. They would be there when I left for the day, and were still there when I came back. The boy was a scrappy, freckled little thing, cute as a button. The man was slender, but undeniably strong – he would step in to help with some of the bigger appliances, but mostly directed the boy and cheered him on.

I stopped to speak to them a few times; the boy was such a polite young man, and All Might was genial and humble. I never would have known. I could never have guessed had I not met him again, returning from the library with a book to enjoy near the waves.

It’s strange; heroes are so flashy these days, hustle and bustle and fight and move. And we appreciate them, need them. But there’s something so very special about the little things. All Might personally spent almost a year helping clean up a beach. Would anyone else in the top ten have done that?

He was every bit as kind as I remembered. He doesn’t accept praise very well, insisted the beach was all the boy’s doing. Which is fair enough I suppose – he did most of the heavy lifting. Even so, that man was out there almost every single day, with lunch and water and cheer and kind words. It warmed my heart, watching the two of them progress across the sand. I’m so glad All Might is a teacher now; those kids are in good hands.

spite-and-aesthetic

again with the cats

small might plucked my cat out of a tree AGAIN – same cat same tree he even fucking remembered me is this guy for real?

MKPlusUltra

All Might does not skip Leg Day

So I’m minding my own business, checking messages on my phone, waiting on my drink order, when there’s some commotion across the street – lotta loud noise, people screaming and running, standard-issue villain-tries-to-rob-the-till-at-the-combini sort of afternoon. It’s a tall guy with, like, I guess it’s a stretch Quirk off some kind? He looks like he walked out of some old-timey cartoon, all wiggly limbs bouncing everywhere, running from what looks like some rookie Pro – I don’t even think they were a rookie yet; maybe an intern? Anyway, Noodle Arms is booking it, Intern is after him as fast as his short legs can manage. Leggy clears the street in one jump and starts twisting his head around like he can’t decide where to go next.

It’s at that moment when All Might himself exits the building next to mine, one hand leaving his pocket to check his watch and Noodle makes a decision.

Now look, I’m gonna break this down into slo-mo for ya, cause seriously, it was a thing of beauty. It was one, smooth, impossibly cool-looking move, and every piece of it needs to be appreciated. This DUMBASS, who clearly had no plan whatsoever beyond “grab a hostage,” honestly thinks he can take on ALL MIGHT, I guess cause he’s skinny now or something. He wraps his stupid noodle limbs around him and All Might doesn’t even twitch when Dumbass constricts his arms and waves a gun around. Dumbass is yelling something, I don’t know what, who tf cares. All Might kinda tilts his head, wriggles his shoulders a bit, then lifts his arms up and slides out of the jacket so fast the fabric doesn’t even lose its shape. I’m not even kidding, it looked like it was on an invisible mannequin, this move came straight from the Acme school of How To Defy Physics. Dumbass has just enough time to look shocked before he’s eating a size 13 leather shoe – All Might dropped to his haunches, made a quarter-turn, and kicked his leg up and back, straight into the jaw of Dumbass. He kicks him so hard his feet actually lift off the ground and he flies backwards into a streetlamp.

All Might doesn’t even look angry; he just looks Annoyed, like someone forgot to put sugar in his coffee. He picks up his jacket and slings it over a shoulder and waits around a few minutes for the police to catch up and haul Noodle McDumbass into custody while Short Intern babbles away with stars in his eyes. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

AM_FAN0112

HE’S BACK

HE HASN’T BEEN TO THE SHOP IN THREE MONTHS TOSHINORI YOU USELESS SUNFLOWER I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU. I LEFT SO MANY TEARS ON HIS JACKET

YOU FUCKING SWEETHEART. YOU ABSOLUTE RAY OF LITERAL SUNSHINE. I WILL SAVE EVERY COPY OF SUGAR SUGAR CAT CAFE FOR YOU I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE DUMBASS ROMANCE MANGA I CAN FIND I WILL WORK IN THIS TINY BOOKSHOP FOR THE REST OF MY STUPID LIFE JUST NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU AWKWARD JACKRABBIT DON’T EVER LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT AGAIN

I’M SORRY FOR SCREAMING I JUST MISSED HIM SO MUCH HE’S MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER EVEN BEFORE I KNEW HE WAS ALL MIGHT. HE’S AN ADORABLE OLD MAN

RedRibbon

A good man

Perhaps it’s a little unfair for me to comment since I work in the Tower. Still, there are some things I wanted to share with the world and this is a good place to do it.

I’ve been at the agency for three years now, mainly doing secretarial work. My direct superior is a man named Yagi-san. Yagi-san acted as All Might’s personal assistant, right hand man, concierge, whatever you want to call it. Telling something to Yagi-san was as good as telling it to All Might directly. I, along with everyone else in the Tower, learned why that night in Kamino.

I’ve read many, many posts on these discussion boards and if I were to identify a unifying theme that everyone seems to mention, it’s that All Might is a nice guy. That he really, honestly cares. That he worries about the little things just as much as the big things. I’ve worked with Yagi-san for three years and can confirm that none of it is a show for the adoring public – it’s all 100% true.

Let me tell you something, I worked with Miruko’s agency before All Might’s, and Wash before that, but unless the two of them also have secret identities, neither one of them was on the ground floor pushing pencils with the rest of us like All Might was. I’ve seen Yagi-san escorting new hires around the building when they get lost. I’ve seen him roll up his sleeves and change a busted printer cartridge, ink all over his shirt. He knows everyone’s birthday. He’ll do coffee runs, answer the phones, make deliveries, grab lunch, whatever you need. I’ve seen him as All Might, shutting the press down when they start getting pushy with the employees, or dropping by the daycare and making the kids light up.

I’ve never seen him complain. I’ve never seen him brush anyone off. I’ve never seen him be rude, or arrogant, or insulting, or aloof. I’ve never seen him treat anyone as lesser, as if they weren’t worth his time. Yagi-san lifted morale just by being in the building, the way All Might cut crime rates just by existing. Everyone in the agency loved Yagi-san just as much as they loved the hero; everyone had a story about All Might, and another one about Yagi-san. I’ve seen a few of those stories on this very board.

But this one is mine:

Ever since high school, I’ve used a ribbon to keep the hair out of my face. I love my curls, but they can be a nuisance waving around at the edge of my vision, so I keep them pulled back. I like using ribbons because scrunchies often get caught in my un-tameable mess of hair.

My ribbon snapped one day at work. It wasn’t a big deal – just a minor annoyance to have to keep pushing my hair back. But Yagi-san noticed. He noticed without anyone saying anything, and came back from lunch thirty minutes later with a beautiful red ribbon that he tied into my hair.

It really is the little things that matter the most. This tiny little gesture made me feel seen, acknowledged, valued. Not just as an employee, but as a person. All Might cares about those kinds of things – his employees aren’t subordinates, they’re people. He doesn’t rescue victims, he recuses people. He doesn’t pull you up to his level; he gets on yours and puts you on his shoulders.

I’ve worn that ribbon nearly every day for two years. It’s gotten thin in places, kinda frayed at the edges, but still doing its job faithfully. A bit little like the man who gave it to me.

#yagi toshinori #All Might #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #small might #social media fic #pov outsider #I love writing fics like this #number one in our hearts #loosely connected to An Unofficial Statement from Might Tower #AM_FAN0112 is me

[dlwritings]

Love You and Like You | Peter Parker

masterlist found here

pairing - Peter x Avenger!reader word count - 2,872 warnings - stab wound (not graphic at all) A/N - this wasn’t as angsty as I wanted it to be/it’s not really angsty at all but it’s fine

summary - Hiding your powers wasn’t easy, especially when they were often driven by emotions. If you weren’t in love with Peter, maybe, things wouldn’t be so bad. Unfortunately, you were. Therefore, you found yourself in a shitty situation.

Being friends with the person you had a crush on and the person he had a crush on who was also the person who had a crush on him, was really, really difficult.

In case that’s confusing, why don’t we break it down?

You had a crush on Peter Parker. You had for a while. He was one of your best friends, and you were the idiot who fell in love with him.

Peter had a crush on MJ. You knew he had for a while. She was also one of your friends.

MJ had a crush on Peter. You knew she had for a while.

So there you were, caught in the middle of this weird love triangle. While you knew of Peter’s feelings for MJ and of hers for him, it seemed like neither of them had any clue. How could they both be such idiots?

What were you supposed to do? On one hand, you wanted to be a good friend and push your friends together. On the other hand, you were selfish and wanted to hold on to the hope that Peter would fall for you eventually if you just kept him and MJ apart for a little bit longer.

The only leverage you had over MJ was that you got to spend a little bit more time with Peter than she did. You were, after all, an Avenger. Not that Peter knew that. He did know, however, that you were Tony’s adopted daughter. The details were just a little lost on him.

You joined the team the same time Wanda did. You were part of the experimenting that worked on the twins, and you stuck by her side as she abandoned Ultron and fought for good. You were only a couple years younger than her and, as soon as you joined the team and moved to New York, Tony was able to get you enrolled in Midtown. He adopted you as his daughter (Your parents had passed, and you needed a legal guardian in order to move to the states.) and wanted you to have the best education he could get you. He knew Midtown was a good high school, so he pulled all the strings to get you in. You met Peter, Ned, and MJ almost right away. MJ was assigned to be your lab partner in chemistry, and you met Peter and Ned through her.

You knew Peter was Spider-Man before Tony did. You didn’t find out accidentally like Ned, and you didn’t force it out of him. A part of you was happy (and a bit honored) that he told you, but you wouldn’t have minded if the situation in which you found out was a little less scary and life-threatening.

You were in your room at the compound, and there was a knock at your bedroom window. You were worried for only a moment, then you walked over to your window and pulled open the curtains. You lived on the first floor, so Peter was just crouching beside your window. You furrowed your eyebrows but opened it. He climbed in, clutching his abdomen. “Peter?” you whispered, taking in his wounded body. “What’s going on?”

“Do you have a first aid kit?” he asked, his voice cracking. Of course you had a first aid kit. You lived in the Avengers compound. You had a full blown medicine wing on the second floor.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sit down.” He did so, plopping down on your bed with a grunt. You quietly rushed off to the medicine wing and grabbed the first aid kit. You were glad that they kept a simple one in the midst of all the high-tech medical equipment. You burst back into your room and found that Peter had his shirt off, still clutching his side. “What the hell is going on?” you asked. Peter moved his hand and revealed a stab wound. “Oh my god,” you said, covering your mouth with your hand. Tears came to your eyes as you stared at the wound. “Why aren’t you at the hospital?” you asked.

“I can’t,” he said. “Please. Just help me.”

“Can I get Tony?” you asked.

“No,” Peter cried. Tears streamed down his own cheeks as he clutched his side in pain again. “No. You can’t get him. You can’t get anyone. Please just help me, (Y/N).” You swallowed thickly and nodded, opening up the first aid kit.

“Did you get mugged or something?” you asked.

“No,” Peter breathed out. You expected him to explain it, but he didn’t. You grabbed some rubbing alcohol and moved to disinfect the wound. He winced, and you gave his arm a squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. As soon as it was clean, you found a needle and some surgical suture. “Pete, please let me get Tony,” you begged. “I can’t do this.”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

You froze and looked at him. He was already looking at you with tears in his eyes. “You’re what?” you said.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. “You seen those videos?”

“Of course I’ve seen those videos,” you said. “I’ve also seen you stop a bus with your bare hands in real life. I don’t believe you.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know what to tell you,” he said. “All I know is I need you to sew me up.”

“I can’t,” you said. “I’ve never done this before.”

“(Y/N), please,” Peter said, a choked sob coming out. “Just do this for me.”

Obviously, you couldn’t say no to him.

That day made your already existent feelings for him even stronger. There was something about seeing someone so vulnerable that made your heart swell. Maybe it was your unhealthy desire to fix people. Or maybe it was partly because he was shirtless. You weren’t sure. Either way, you were in love.

This made your life a little difficult. Because you also cared so much about MJ. The last thing you wanted was to break the forming relationship she was establishing with Peter. Who were you to step on her toes and push your way into a relationship with Peter. He didn’t like you, and you needed to accept that.

So, you focused your time and attention on the Avengers. You trained constantly with Natasha and worked on uniform design with Tony. Your powers -the ability to control earth and send shockwaves out of your hands- required a special kind of uniform. You needed a type of brace on your arms in order to stop the shockwaves from breaking your bones. You were only to use your powers when you were wearing them, or they could cause severe damage. This wasn’t exactly a problem because no one outside of the team knew you had powers. In hindsight, you probably should’ve told Peter when he told you. Still, you had made a deal with Tony a long time ago that you wouldn’t tell anyone of your powers. You were one of the few members of the team who wore a mask, and it was for one of the same reasons that Peter did. You were just a kid, and you needed to protect your identity. To help you, Tony made sure you never had a mission with Peter. He knew you were friends and didn’t want to put you in a tough position.

The only time your powers became a problem was when you were emotional. Sometimes if you got angry or nervous or sad or any heavy feeling, you would clench your fists and feel the shockwaves coursing through your arms. Again, this was dangerous because, if you didn’t let the shockwaves out, they would stay inside your body and shatter your bones. You were getting progressively better at controlling it all, but you still struggled from time to time. You used to meet up with Bruce one on one so he could give you tips on how to control your emotions, but you felt like they weren’t helping. Despite his protests and attempts to get you to stick with it, you gave up. The braces were supposed to help with that anyway. If you knew you had a stressful day coming up, you would wear your braces under your clothes, so if you got overly emotional, they would protect your arms.

Still, your work with the team helped you for a few hours out of your day. But, when you were at school, you obviously couldn’t just ignore Peter or your feelings for him no matter how much you tried.

It was Saturday, and you had plans to meet Peter at his apartment. The two of you were going to go to a cafe and work on some homework you had both been putting off. You couldn’t do homework with other people in the room, with the exception of Peter. He was the same way. The two of you just worked well together. At least that’s what you thought. He thought he worked well with MJ. And you supposed they probably did. That was why they liked each other as much as they did.

Anyway, so it was Saturday.

You left the compound and headed off to meet up with Peter. You were excited the whole subway journey. You loved hanging out with Peter, even if you were doing homework the entire time. You walked up to Peter’s floor and knocked on the door. You knew May wasn’t home, so you were waiting for Peter to come answer. Instead, you were met with MJ.

“Oh,” you said, your face falling. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said. “I was just heading out.” You felt your fists clench as you tried to force a smile on your face.

“No worries,” you said. “I’ll see you later.” She nodded and sent you a wave as she walked down the hall. When you walked into Peter’s apartment, you could feel anger coursing through your body.

Of course he was with MJ. Of course he wasn’t excited to hang out with you like you were to hang out with him. Of course he didn’t need to work on homework when he was with MJ. Of course he was only spending time with you to work on homework. Of course, of course, of course.

You were angry. You were embarrassed. You were sad. You were upset. You were furious.

And just like that, you felt the shockwaves move from your shoulders to your fingertips. You couldn’t let it out, because then Peter would see.

Peter. Stupid Peter. The boy you loved. The boy who did not love you. Stupid.

“(Y/N)?”

Peter walked into the room, and as soon as you saw him, the shockwaves increased, and you felt immense pain in your arms. You let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, gripping your arms tightly. If you just let go, you’d be okay. Maybe you’d cause a mild disaster in Peter’s apartment, but it’d be okay in the end. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t do that.

“Peter,” you cried, unable to catch your breath. You were only able to take short breaths, and you felt tears springing to your eyes. “Help.”

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” he asked, crouching beside you. You shook your head, tossing your head back as the pain racked up and down your arms.

Shit. Shit. Just breathe. Take a breath. Control.

“(Y/N), can you talk to me?” Peter pressed. You were only faintly aware of the fact that Peter was holding your hand. You shook your head again, so Peter just nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna put your hand on my chest, okay?” he said. You nodded, so he did. “You feel my heart? Focus on that. Try and breathe with my heart. Does that make sense?” You nodded and focused on his heartbeat. You were trying desperately not to let your powers out as you relaxed, but you felt a few ripples hit his chest. “Whoa,” you heard Peter mutter. You tried to pull back, but Peter held your hand to his chest still. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” You nodded and continued taking deep breaths.

After what felt like hours, you had finally caught your breath. Your arms were ridiculously sore, and you were sure you had broken some bones. “(Y/N),” Peter said. “What’s going on? What just happened?”

“I need to go,” you told him. You started to stand up from the floor, but Peter stopped you.

“No,” he said sternly. “I need you to tell me what the hell just happened.”

“Pete-”

“Don’t,” he said. “Please, please talk to me.” You sighed and hit your head on the cabinet behind you.

“I’m Tremors,” you mumbled. That was your superhero name. Peter’s eyes grew wide.

“You are?” he asked. You nodded. “Wait, so what just happened?”

“I held my powers in,” you said. “So my arms might be a little broken.”

“Are you being serious?” he said. You nodded, and he jumped up from the ground, then carefully helped you up as well. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital.”

“Can’t,” you said. “Take me to the compound. Bruce can help.” Peter didn’t argue, just helped you off the ground and to his bedroom. “Where’re we going?” you asked him.

“We don’t have time to walk there or find a ride,” he said. “We’re gonna swing, okay?”

“Fuck, I hate swinging,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

When you got to the compound, Peter helped you to the medical wing right away. “Dr. Banner!” he called. “Mr. Stark!” As soon as he laid you onto a bed, Bruce and Tony walked in.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked. “Is she okay?”

“She held her powers in,” Peter said. “So she thinks her arms are broken.”

“You know about her powers?” Tony asked.

“I couldn’t exactly hide it when it was happening right in front of him,” you mumbled.

“What the hell happened?” Tony asked as Bruce started to inspect your arms.

“Nothing,” you said.

“Nothing?” Tony repeated, folding his arms across his chest.

“Tony, please, I don’t want to talk about this,” you said. Tony noticed the plea in your eyes and backed off.

“We’re going to give you splints in both arms,” Bruce said, cutting the tension. “And we’re probably going to start making you wear those braces 24/7, just to prevent this from happening again.”

“Mkay,” you hummed. “And you’ll give me painkillers, right?”

Bruce laughed, “Yeah, but it’ll just be some Advil.”

“No morphine?” you joked. He just laughed and left you alone. Tony sent you another look, but then left you and Peter in the medical wing. Peter put a gentle hand on your arm, brushing his thumb across your skin.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You just nodded and closed your eyes, wishing the ground could just swallow you whole. “(Y/N), don’t you know you can talk to me?”

“I can’t right now, Pete,” you said. “You don’t understand.”

“I understand that you’re not talking to me, and I hate when you don’t talk to me,” he said. “Please, please, just-”

“I got upset when I saw you with MJ and I lost control of my powers because I’m in love with you.”

You and Peter were both quiet, but you were breathing heavily. You held in tears. There were too many emotions going through you. You were embarrassed and sad and emotional and in so much pain. You moved to cover your face with your hands, but there was too much pain in your arms. “Where the fuck is Bruce?” you mumbled. “My arms hurt, and I want those spl-”

“You’re in love with me?” Peter whispered. You forced yourself to look at him, and he had a small smile on his face.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” you whined. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Peter said quickly. “I’m not. I promise. I just can’t believe it. I love you, too.” Your frown turned to a soft smile, but before you could say anything, Bruce walked back in. You and Peter both zipped your lips as Bruce went to work on putting the splints on your arms.

“I’m thinking maybe you and I should restart our sessions, too,” Bruce said as he finished up. “Maybe it’ll help you get a handle on everything.” You nodded, thanked Bruce, and he left the two of you alone again. You looked at Peter and bit your lip, hiding a smile.

“You love me?” you whispered. Peter grinned and nodded.

“Yeah,” he said.

“But MJ-”

“Was at my apartment trying to convince me to tell you how I felt,” he said. “We lost track of time. You weren’t supposed to see her there.”

“Oh,” you said with a blush. You felt stupid as soon as he explained it, but Peter didn’t care. He put a hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb across your skin.

“It’s you I like,” he said. “Not MJ. You. And I like you so much. I love you, and I like you.”

You smiled. “I love you, and I like you, too.”

A couple broken arms, you supposed, were worth it if it meant mending your broken heart.

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

TAGLIST

@bangtan-serendipity | @planetdemon | @the-singing-clown406 | @tomshufflepuff | @bluelalal | @grandloser | @jackiehollanderr | @mindset-jupiter | @bisexual-sk8r | @feel-like-gold | @runaway-apple | @miraclesoflove

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spider-man #spider-man imagine #marvel #avengers #I didn't like the end #ugh I'm sorry this sucks #request