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etoileholland · 4 years

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Seeing Double

Anonymous asked: Hello, my dear, got a fun ask! Tom meets up with reader except it’s actually reader’s twin cousin, maybe aunt (some people get the good genes) and they react defensively when he tries to be affectionate which confuses him at first thinking he did something wrong and tries to win her back over but it gets cleared up in the end

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m so sorry this request is a while overdue, but it’s better late than never I suppose. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist :)

“I cannot believe this.” You muttered to yourself as you hung up the phone with your aunt, Manon. She had just called to say that her and her daughter, Chloé, have come up from France to visit via train. It wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact that they had once again shown up unannounced.

You walked into the living room of yours and Tom’s shared home to see Tom sitting on the couch, laptop on his lap. He was typing away vigorously at the keyboard, and you knew that when he’s this focused, you shouldn’t bother him.

“Babe,” you said, hoping to try to get Tom’s attention for a second.

“Hmm?” He hummed, not looking up from the laptop.

“I just got off the phone with my aunt. She called to say that she’s at St. Pancras and they’ve dropped by for an unexpected visit.”

“Oh.” Tom replied.

“Yeah, oh indeed.” You answered. “I don’t want them taking an Uber so I’m gonna pick them up, but I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay love, drive carefully.” He didn’t bother looking up from the laptop, eyes fixed to the screen.

Walking over to the front door and letting yourself out, you went outside to your car in the driveway. After starting it, you drove to the station to greet your family.

You loved when your aunt and cousin visited, but you wished that they had called you before so that you would’ve had time to prepare. You desperately needed groceries and the guest room could’ve been spruced up a bit, but luckily they weren’t too pretentious. Still though, a call before they left France would’ve been nice.

You hadn’t seen them in a long time, and you wondered if you and your cousin Chloé still looked nearly identical to each other. The resemblance was uncanny, so much in fact that your own parents had a hard time telling each other apart. Everything was nearly identical, even down to fashion choices and mannerisms. It was all fun and games until you were almost always the one about to go back to France, and not your cousin.

When you were both children, it was easier to tell you both apart because of the accents. She definitely had a French accent while you didn’t. Well at least, until you taught the other how to speak each other’s language without an accent; her English being spoken without a French accent and your French being spoken like a native.

You two were the same age, same height, your body shapes were similar, and you both even had the exact same birthmark on your arm. So really, you two were more like twins than you were cousins.

Upon arriving at the train station, you easily spotted your cousin and aunt, luggage in tow. Even after not seeing each other for a few years, and not knowing what the other was wearing, you and your cousin still managed to even dress the same-both of you wearing a pink hoodie and black leggings, with white sneakers. How odd.

“Mon ange, t’es très belle.” Your aunt cooed, running to you to give you a hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

“Merci.” You replied, hugging her tightly. She was more of like a mother figure to you than she was to your cousin Chloé, since Chloé tended to be a bit less affectionate. That was another way that your parents could tell you apart, which was by how affectionate you were, and how unaffectionate Chloé was. She was stereotypically French in many ways, except she wasn’t affectionate. If you tried to hug her, she would stand there stiffly, while you loved being hugged.

With that in mind, all you did was wave to Chloé, which was her favourite way of greeting people.

“I still can’t believe you actually live here.” She remarked.

“What, as in England? You know I love it here.”

“But everything is weird here. The food, the accents, the culture…” she trailed off, while you laughed lightly.

“I don’t think so, personally I love it.” You said as you grabbed her luggage and began to walk to the car.

“My love,” your aunt interjected, “don’t be rude. We’ve talked about this, yeah?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chloé replied as she got into the car.

“Ignore her.” Manon whispered to you, “she’s just French” which got a laugh out of the both of you.

—

About an hour or so later, you had arrived back to your home with Manon and Chloé, luggage in hand. Tom wasn’t where you had last seen him before you left for the station, but maybe he had gone to clean the guest room. Or at least, you hoped he did.

“Chloé, since I’m pretty sure the guest room needs to be tidied, you can just put your luggage in my bedroom instead.” You pointed at the door that was slightly ajar.

“Merci.” She grabbed their luggage and walked towards the door of your bedroom, opening it to see your boyfriend sat on the bed.

“Hey baby.” He looked up from the laptop screen and gave a smile, all while Chloé looked at him funny. She completely ignored what he had said and walked to the closet to set the bags down.

“I said, hello baby.” He pouted, but Chloé stared at him, silent as she walked out of the room.

“Well, that was odd.” Tom remarked under his breath, but didn’t think twice about it as he went back to typing.

—

After settling in a bit, you and your aunt Manon had tidied up the guest room, all while Chloé had a snack in the kitchen.

After rummaging through the nearly bare cabinets, and scoffing at the English snacks in the cabinets, Chloé settled on a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee to help combat the jet lag.

Just then, you and Manon entered the room, jackets and purses in hand.

“Hey, we’re gonna go get some groceries for the household, do you wanna come with?” You asked Chloé, but she shook her head no.

“You know I hate grocery shopping.” She remarked, scrunching her nose at the thought of going to the shops.

“Right, just wanted to ask.” You hesitated, taking a step back. “If there’s anything you want though from the store, just text me. And can you let Tom know that I’m heading out? He’s busy working so I haven’t seen him since we arrived, but I presume he’s in our bedroom.”

“Alright.” She replied flatly.

“Great. See you in about an hour or so.” And with that, you and your aunt had left the house, leaving Chloé alone.

The house felt eerily empty, and she was beginning to regret not tagging along with you and her mom. She disregarded the thought as she went to take a sip of her coffee, nearly letting out a scream when she burnt her tongue on the hot liquid. She quickly spit out the drink, but the drops got on her shirt.

“Putain,” Chloé muttered under her breath, “fuck.” She walked over to the kitchen sink, hoping to get the stain out of the shirt. It somewhat worked, but now the shirt was soaked, and she hated the sensation of wearing wet clothing.

“Now I’ve gotta change.” She said to herself, walking out of the kitchen and back into your bedroom.

Remembering that she had last seen Tom in your bedroom, she knocked first before waiting a second to make sure the room was empty. She heard nothing, so she cracked the door open to take a peek inside. Tom must’ve moved to another part of the house, so she walked in there to change. She stopped in her tracks as she noticed your closet door open, all while one shirt caught her eye. She grabbed it off the rack and walked over to the mirror to see if it looked good on her.

It was Tom’s white Saint Laurent shirt with the name of the brand embroidered in cursive on the front. Chloé held it up to her, noticing that it would fit her perfectly.

That shirt happened to be one of your favourites to borrow from Tom, and you wore it so much that he gave it to you. He always said that shirt looked better on you anyway.

She pulled the shirt over her head, admiring in the mirror how good the shirt looked on her. The shirt was a little long, but it was extremely comfortable. She heard a little knock on the door and looked back to see Tom standing in the doorway.

“Darling, you know I love that shirt on you.” He walked towards Chloé, and she took a step back. Tom looked at her puzzled, while she gave him the same confused look back.

“Listen, I know you’re stressed that your family showed up unannounced, but there’s no reason to be mad at me.” He said as he tried to put his arms around her waist. Chloé then shimmied out of his grasp and held his arms away from her.

“I am not Y/N.” She stated, and Tom laughed.

“Sure you’re not, like I’m not Tom.” He smirked and she shook her head.

“I promise I’m not Y/N.” She said again, but he looked at her like she said that the sun didn’t exist.

“God you are acting weird today.” He tried to pull her into an embrace but she shoved lightly at his chest.

“Get off of me, you idiot. I am not your lover!” She exclaimed, while Tom just was silent.

He backed up, walked out of the room and stood in the hallway. There was no way that wasn’t Y/N, he knows his girlfriend and that clearly is her.

I know she’s just stressed, so I’ll order her some fish and chips from the shop down the way, he thought to himself.

—

While at Tesco, you and your aunt shopped for an hour, easily losing track of the time while you wandered the aisles.

“Mon ange, you know I love spending time with you.” Manon stated as she browsed the aisles of pasta.

“And I love spending time with you.” You added, lightly touching her arm. “I wonder how Chloé is handling it at home.” You remarked as you shared a glance, shrugging your shoulders while continuing to shop.

—

“What the hell is this?” Chloé picked at the food on her plate, scrunching her nose as she picked at the food.

“Okay you’ve gotta quit this, you know you love it when I order fish and chips for you.”

“This looks like shit, and I have no idea why you Brits think this is...how do I say, edible.” She seethed, not wincing when she saw Tom’s face contort into a frown.

“Okay, that does it! I thought you would like it.”

“Why would you think I would like this? I can think of many other things I would rather eat, even dog food would be more appetizing than this.” She pushed the plate away, and stood up from the table.

Tom sat there, in shock of what to do. You were never this rude to him, and you loved when he ordered from the fish and chips shop from down the way. But yet, he didn’t think of the fact that maybe, just maybe, that she wasn’t you. Then again why would he? He still hadn’t met your family since he’s been busy all day, so of course the thought never crossed his mind.

“Listen, why are you making this so difficult? I’m trying to do something nice for you since I know you’re stressed out, and what do I get? A defensive girlfriend who keeps insisting that we’re not together and god that hurts.” He sat down, defeated. He placed his face in his hands and let out a sigh.

Tom was so upset that he didn’t even hear you and your aunt walk in through the front door. Upon walking in, you both were silent as you were trying to figure out what was upsetting Tom. So, you two stood in the hallway near the kitchen so you could hear the conversation without being seen.

“Is this some kind of sick joke? Or do you genuinely not love me anymore?” He whispered, not looking up at her face.

Chloé looked at him, remorse written all over her face. She didn’t say anything, but just sat across from him at the kitchen table.

“Y/N, please answer me.” He pleaded. She looked at him confused, now finally making the connection that he really did think she was Y/N. She figured he was joking before, but upon seeing his reaction now, she knew she had taken it too far.

You stood by the entrance way shocked, as you wondered why he thought Chloé was you, but then you realised that Tom hadn’t seen the both of you together in the same room. He’d been busy all day, and you’ve been gone for most of the day as well. And if your own parents couldn’t tell you apart, what made you think your boyfriend could? Once you realised that he mixed the two of you up, you and Manon looked at each other, signaling that you both should walk into the kitchen. He was hunched over the table, head in his hands as a tear rolled down his face.

“Baby?” You walked over to him, hugging him as he pressed his head to your stomach. His eyes were closed and you could feel the tears staining your shirt. You looked over at Chloé, while she looked at you sympathetically.

“Why are you being so sweet all of the sudden?” He asked and you looked at him bewildered.

“Darling, what are you talking about?” You tried to step back, but he held you closer to him.

“You’ve been mean to me all day, ignoring me,” sniffle “and not appreciating when I did something nice for you.” He sobbed. You didn’t know that Chloé was being rude to him, but it’s something you should’ve expected.

“Baby, I’ve been busy all day cleaning up the guest room, and I went to the store with my aunt.” You said and he shot his head up.

“What?” He asked as he looked at the both of you, nearly jumping out of his seat when he realised that you both looked identical.

“Chloé, I told you to tell him that I went grocery shopping, why didn’t you do that?”

She just shrugged her shoulders and said, “Je sais pas, j’ai oublié.”

“I know you didn’t forget.” You retorted, translating what she said so Tom would understand.

“Okay, maybe I didn’t, but you gotta admit it was pretty hilarious to have him think I was you all this time.” She smirked.

“You’re terrible.” You laughed, although it was a little bit funny.

“I know.”

“Also, why are you wearing his, well, my shirt?” You asked, and Chloé looked down while she tugged at the bottom hem.

“Oh, I spilled coffee on my shirt and needed something to change into. And I saw this shirt and I liked it, so now I’m wearing it.” She replied matter of factly.

“Now I can see why there’s been some confusion, I always wear that shirt.”

“Which is why I thought it was you when I saw you wearing it, but now I feel stupid.” Tom replied, face still buried at your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him relax against your touch.

“You’re not stupid darling, I can see why you got us both mixed up. Even our own parents could hardly tell us apart.” You said while Chloé agreed with you.

“It’s true, you don’t know how many times we’ve both almost ended up in the wrong country.” She replied.

“But now it makes a lot of sense why she kept saying I wasn’t her lover.” Tom muttered while your eyes widened.

“So wait, even after she denied it, you still thought she was me?” You questioned.

“Yes,” Chloé chimed in, “I told him I wasn’t his lover but he didn’t believe me.”

“You can’t really blame me though, you failed to mention that you and your cousin are nearly identical. How was I supposed to know?” Tom asked, eyes flickering back and forth to look at you and Chloé.

“It’s okay darling, now you know.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head while he held onto your waist.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He laughed and pulled you closer to him, all while Chloé and Manon laughed.

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jungnoir · 4 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐛𝐭𝐬;

bts but as witches in a coven. discuss

𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧: the supreme

ok not quite but he’s the most experienced in magic out of all the boys

his mother was a witch and she taught him everything he needed to know from birth to adulthood

his whole family is blessed with magic save for a few who didn’t get the gene but every family reunion they all dote on jin and talk about how powerful he’s become and how proud they are of him

the coven house where all of the boys stay is actually jin’s ancestor’s home from a long time ago

the place has brought up witches of all generations and jin was very eager to inherit it

while there’s definitely a lack of witches he’s been able to recruit, he loves his family of six so it doesn’t really bother him

he acts like he’s all serious but in reality he’s always casting spells on the youngins as tests (read: for fun)

jimin: why tf did you give me green skin

jin: if you had been paying attention during lessons you would know how to fix it :)

has definitely said this out of context more than once: ”any witch worth a broom handle knows how to get rid of poisonous snakes! you know back in my day…”

wears the flashiest outfits, but little do people know that they’re all homemade. he has a serious creative eye and seeks to make what simple human designers wish they could (taehyung is very eager to learn this talent from him)

goes all out on halloween with this talent too, creating uber realistic costumes

no he didn’t make a costume out of real human bones that year he went as a scarily realistic skeleton what are you talking about

no graves were robbed in the making of this outfit

if you couldn’t tell, his specialty is in glamours

honestly the guy should just tattoo “i’m a witch” across his forehead, he makes it so damn obvious

he openly practices magic too like it gives yoongi stress pains bc!! there’s still ppl who would very much like to burn witches still to this day!!! where is the self-preservation!!

jin doesn’t care. he’ll burn them right back. checkmate bitch

honestly charms anyone that comes in contact with him which is one of the things he never has to try at

the guys think he uses magic to do it but he’s honestly just, as jin would say, “born with it”

𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢: the right hand man

*namjoon voice* and who do we got here right now??? ˢᵘᵍᵃ!!!

when it comes to magic, yoongi is pretty neutral

an awfully interesting feeling to have given that seokjin has appointed him the heir of the coven in case anything happens to him

he’s not obsessed with magic like tae, hobi or kook

he doesn’t spend his time learning everything about it like namjoon

and he’s not playful with it like jimin and jin

yoongi just… acknowledges it. its like it exists as something he can do and he’s proud but he doesn’t really care if that makes sense

most of his friends outside of the coven are human too and he has no reservations about telling them what he is bc if they cause trouble he is more than prepared to take care of it

they’re usually like “wow so cool! i wish i was a witch” but yoongi really doesn’t care lmao

with or without magic, yoongi is the same: he loves music, he loves making music, and he loves being a musician

yoongi, however, is guilty of having used magic to make his music just right before

sometimes a note just doesn’t sit with him right and it’s driving him insane

or maybe the bass doesn’t hit hard enough

he charms his music in a way that when one listens to it, they feel exactly what yoongi wants them to feel

people are always telling him he has a real gift in music and while he most certainly does, he feels he has to give credit to his magic for helping him along sometimes

but then seokjin will be like “isn’t magic your talent too? aren’t you just exercising it when you charm your music? it’s not like you can only make music well. you should give yourself props for your magic too”

it’s just. weird to him because he’s seen how much magic can corrupt people in much higher positions than himself and it’s Terrifying

he wants to know that no matter what he makes, it’s his and his alone, not attributed to any otherworldly advantage

this just kind of contributes to his need to be as detached from magic as possible

he’s too cheap to buy one of those coffee makers that automatically start brewing at a certain time in the morning and just uses magic to do it instead

“yoongi do you want me to buy you a new coffee maker for your birthday? they have ones that do all the work for you now-” “no”

he has to be extra, okay namjoon

jimin teases him sometimes but yoongi knows it’s all out of love

jimin understands yoongi in a way, and while the others are always like “yoongi you should have more fun with your magic!” jimin is always like “no no no, let him be”

besides yoongi could probably smoke all of them in a battle of magic if it came down to it lol

𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: the perfectionist

HERE HE IS!!! ITS HE

hoseok is probably one of the most talented witches in the coven

hoseok is a perfectionist to a t so if he feels insecure about how he’s doing a certain spell he will do it over and over and over until he’s got it right which makes him a pretty formidable opponent

like even the boys wouldn’t go up against him bc they know they’re just gonna get their ass handed to them

he’s a sweetie tho and very light-hearted and he never lets his power get to his head

he mainly uses it to bother the others tbh

also uses magic to give himself and the boys cool ass hair colors

currently he’s obsessed with this orange he’s got going on

calls it “pumpkin spice” bc it angers yoongi

“it really brings out the burnt sunset hues of a pumpkin ya know? or like a mix of changing fall colors, like golden crisp and warm crimson” “it’s fucking orange” yoongi can be heard chiming in from somewhere else in the house

but don’t get me wrong, hoseok loves himself some yoongi and vice versa

yoongi taught hoseok directly bc yoongi was the one that found hoseok

he was just an average college student and wasn’t really finding a will to live outside of paying off his student debts

he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life and was pretty dead inside, working at a cafe and serving coffee to other dead inside college students when yoongi came in and sensed his strong magical aura

yoongi kinda forced hoseok’s magic out of him by tossing a cup of steaming hot coffee to the floor, causing hoseok to freeze the entire cafe in time, save for the two of them. yoongi told him what he was and the rest was history

now that it’s been so long hoseok still gets upset that yoongi was willing to break one of the cafe’s mugs to prove a point

because of course, when time unfroze, the mug fuckin shattered all over the place what a fuckin jerk guess who’s going to have to clean that up does he really have no respect for retail workers seriou

seokjin also was opposed to yoongi’s method but since it resulted in hobi joining their coven, he can’t be too mad

it was hoseok’s natural ability that yoongi was able to help hone, and when hoseok found a love for it, he took it upon himself to be the absolute best witch he could be

hoseok’s power of stopping time is uniquely his own and he’s worked hard to perfect it

sometimes he just stops time to stop it

hob: *freezes a movie theater right before something dramatic happens on screen* hold on yall I gotta piss real quick

freezing time is also super helpful during *cough* stressful exams* cough*

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧: the scholar

he knows…. everything

not only did he do the reading, he did an 8 page analysis on it and corrected a few mistakes too

namjoon was aware of his witchy nature even from the moment he was a little kid, and his parents were both human and a bit scared for him since they didn’t know how to handle it, but they gave him the option of pursuing magic or not. they made sure to do all their own research into where witches could go to hone their craft just in case

in the end, namjoon grew curious and started reading books about magic and magical things

tho he didn’t actually start using his power until his mid teens

by then he was a bit shaky with it, but he knew a lot and was very determined so he got the hang of it very quickly

rarely uses his magic outside of it being necessary tho bc he’s gone so long without having to use it that he doesn’t rely on it for anything

he also likes to be independent from his magic in a way

while magic is very much a part of him and his being, he doesn’t want it to be like a crutch, you know? his biggest fear is losing his magic, bc he’s heard it can happen

he’s also aware that some witches lose important life skills and miss out on opportunities to build their character bc they’re so used to being able to just magic their way out of a situation

went from student to teacher real quick

teaches the other boys how to properly say incantations

“its levios-ah not levios-ar”

actually?? a pretty scary dude when it comes to using his magic for real

don’t put him in a situation where someone is getting hurt because he will not go easy on the aggressor. the other boys can attest to this too, having been saved by him far too many times than is acceptable in namjoon’s eyes

basically dont fuck with namjoon’s boys or u gon die

does cute things for the boys on their birthdays with magic

one time taehyung was sad that it wasn’t snowing on his birthday so namjoon made it snow for hours

may have fucked up the climate a lil bit

yoongi almost lost a toe

namjoon frequents a library and whenever a lil kid is struggling to reach a book he uses his magic to drift the book down to the little kid and when the kid looks at him in awe he just presses his finger to his lips and winks at them

flirts using his extreme wicca knowledge, of which is either a major turn off or a major turn on. you decide

𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧: the reluctant

jimin loves magic, but it wasn’t always like that

jimin kinda struggled with accepting his magical abilities at a young age bc he was really confused

like why wasn’t he just like everyone else? why did he have to be a witch? why did he have to have magic when he could’ve just been normal?

he often rejected it, never bothering to learn anything even to impress the family at reunions

but as he grew older, his parents grew worried he’d hate his magic and never use it again, putting him in a vulnerable position if his magic were ever to just come out when jimin isn’t in a place to control it, so they let him meet a slightly older witch that could help mentor him

his parents would’ve done it but jimin hardly ever listened to his parents about magic and they wanted to show him there were witches his age that were amazing people and embraced it, that it didn’t take away from jimin’s life but in fact added to it

in comes yoongi

yoongi, at first, really pities jimin

he understands the struggle between wanting to be normal and dealing with a part of his identity that won’t ever go away

where yoongi is concerned, that struggle for him was that he wanted to be himself regardless of being talented in magic. jimin... just hates it

but then jimin starts bashing magic and witches and he’s about to get angry at his parents for trying to force him into being a witch when yoongi just,,, slaps him upside the head

jimin’s shocked and yoongi is just like “respect your parents kid, they’re looking out for you. just because you don’t use your magic doesn’t mean people won’t know you’re a witch. its dangerous for a witch to go around with magic and not know how to use it”

jimin is shocked. he never thought of it that way

jimin feels embarrassed all of a sudden and apologizes and then yoongi cracks a smile and he’s like “no biggie kid, i’m just here to teach you the basics of magic and then i’ll be out of your hair”

jimin finds that learning magic with yoongi is really fun and soon he’s asking to be apart of the coven and embracing being a witch

he becomes carefree with it, like it’s another part of him, and he’s still kinda inexperienced, but he’s learning a lot from yoongi and namjoon

loves playing with temperature

the boys make him freeze their drinks for him, or ask him to heat up some popcorn while they’re all sprawled out on the couch on movie night bc no one feels like waiting two minutes for it to cook in the microwave

makes the water in the shower cold whenever one of the boys is taking way too fucking long in there which is Everyday

also jimin: *hitting on someone at the bar* *makes the room slightly warmer* “is it hot in here or is it just you?”

relates everything he learns back to naruto in some way, much to everyone’s complete and utter confusion

he just really kins the guy i guess

100% owns every single witch pun shirt known to man

“witch please” “witches do it better” “this is my resting witch face”

jungkook: by all means jimin why don’t you just burn us all at the stake yourself

it’s ok tho bc it’s his own little way of owning his identity, and if you want to avoid having your fingers frozen off, you’ll be sure not to step to him any kind of way

𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠: the transcendent

my favorite witch!!! i wrote this whole thing for him

tae is like jin in that his whole family is magical and he grew up surrounded by magic his whole life

in fact, he’s so familiar with magic that he’s kind of sick of it (no he isn’t (most of the time))

taehyung is unique with his magic bc he’s actually able to transcend realms oooh~

the information on how many realms and parallel universes and such are limited as hell so taehyung actively helps broaden that knowledge as he travels, a very Dangerous and Scary job to anybody else

but to him he’s like!! fuck yeah astral projection!

basically, he’s able to put himself into a deep sleep where he moves through different realms, some more or less magical than the others

he’s so good at it that he can project himself into someone else’s dreams too

he’s basically capable of seeing more than most magical beings, and he can perceive spirits easily, as well as being able to actually see a magical aura around someone

so for instance, if a witch who didn’t know they were a witch walked into a bar, he’d know what they were instantly. besides the general intuitive feeling that most witches get, he can see the auras physically, like swarming tendrils of smoke unique to every person

each aura feels and looks different than others which makes it easy for him to point out shape shifters and vampires and werewolves and all the other guys pretty easily

bc of this ability, taehyung also likes to mess with the boys like everyone else lol

“tae, i just saw the most beautiful-” “they’re actually an ogre in disguise” “WHAT”

“man my english teacher is a witch” “she actually is”

in case you couldn’t tell tae’s favorite victim is jungkook

casually tells people he’s a witch just for the #reactions

if you’re wondering, no. nobody in this coven cares about keeping this shit a secret

since he’s more sensitive to dreaming, a lot of his dreams leave him incredibly emotional because sometimes he really is there

he once had a dream where all magical beings were universally accepted in the world and were loved and happy and woke up sobbing into jimin’s lap

also nightmares take a HUGE toll on him so his sleep pattern is fucked for real

usually ends up eating cake with jin in the dining room at four am and talking about life together to get the nightmares off tae’s mind

tae uses his magic on humans in a different way. like he doesn’t prank them that much, but rather manipulates their moods. he tries to charm anyone he comes in contact with to make them happy or to make them giggly

he wants to use his magic for good, because it often leaves a very painful burden on him in turn

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: the prodigy

honestly i feel like if jungkook was a witch he’d probably be an underdeveloped one, you feel?

he finds out his power late bc either his family didn’t know (they’re all human) or they just didn’t tell him in hopes of him never becoming one

but jungkook is being bullied by some guys in his grade and they corner him after school one day and jungkook gets so frustrated that he just,,, makes them all start uncontrollably burping

as dumb as it is, those kids never bother jungkook again

when he does get a hang of it, jungkook probably uses his magic for fun more often than not

jungkook is recruited by jin for this very reason. he catches jungkook messing with old people at the park on his afternoon runs and he’s like this kid is such a brat. i want him

jungkook is SUCH a fast learner holy shit

he goes to namjoon for every little question, to the point where namjoon is positive he’s become a better witch simply because jungkook has prepared him for any fuckin scenario known to man

he also makes himself float upside down in the kitchen at night so when hoseok comes down for a glass of water he almost pisses himself

“haha did i scare you”

cue hoseok making jungkook fall down as he mumbles “little shit” under his breath

halloween is his favorite time of year and he likes to pull harmless pranks on the kiddies while scaring the mean teenagers ruining all of the children’s fun

like he sees this guy in a deformed mask holding a plastic knife about to scare a little boy so Jungkook just gives the dude a wedgie with his magic

all the kids are laughing at him and jungkook just smirks

honestly he doesn’t like reading about magic as much as he likes just doing it from intuition/namjoon’s instruction. he’s a lot like hoseok in that he has a lot of natural talent but not a lot of proper training when he first starts honing his ability

since jin yoongi and namjoon are in charge of teaching magic they all hound on him like “did u do the reading”

jungkook maybe glosses over everything and then just over-performs as compensation

they get on him abt it but there’s no lying about it, jungkook is a strong witch on his own

he hasn’t gotten a special manifestation of his magic Just Yet but he only gets stronger as he goes. the more he applies himself, the stronger he grows

#majwrites #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts headcanons #bts au #witch!bts #witch au #bts #been in the drafts for far too long

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cals-sunflower · 5 years

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Mine (N.M)

A/n: This was written for Chan’s 700 challenge which is hosted by @temperaryheart ! My first time ever entering a writing challenge and I’m super excited!! It is like 1 am, so please forgive any mistakes. But I’m tired hope you guys enjoy :)

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You and Nick have been roommates ever since you were looking for a roommate to go half with on an apartment which was about 3 years. Being that the apartments in La were not cheap. At first, you thought that you weren’t going to find a roommate until you crossed paths with Nick. He had overheard you talking about needing a roommate.

“I’m sorry to eavesdrop but I couldn’t help overhearing you need a roommate. Honestly I’m trying to move out of my old apartment, I’d love to be your roommate,” the stranger gave you a small smile.

“Are you serious? Thank goodness! I’m Y/n nice to meet you,” you stuck your hand out waiting for him to introduce himself and shake your hand. He shook your hand and gave you a bigger smile.

“Hi, I’m Nick. It’s nice to meet you too,” and within a month he became your roommate.

“Y/n, come here for a second,” Nick yelled out to you. To which you replied with a quick “coming”. You walked downstairs to the living room finding Nick on the couch with his phone set up. You sat next to him and saw he was on live.

“The people wanna see you ma’am,” you have a wave to the camera and seen that the views went up.

“Nick, they like me more than you loser,” you let out a giggle and crossed your feet on the couch.

“I did not bring you down here just for you to bully me. It doesn’t work like that,” Nick crosses his arms with a pout making you kiss his cheek.

“Whatever you say shark boy,” you began to look at comments which was blowing up at the moment.

“Can they honestly just date already?”

“I’m so glad Nick met you Y/n”

“Aww best friend goals”

You guys stayed on live for an hour before Nick shut off his phone and gave you his full attention. You didn’t want to admit it but you harbored a crush for the boy. He had caught your heart the minute he gave you that signature smile. But you didn’t want to mess up a good friendship and didn’t want to lose him as a roommate either over a dumb crush.

“Ay ma, my family is inviting us to come out for Thanksgiving. You down to come?” Nick had hopeful eyes wanting you to say yes so bad. Truth was he had a crush on you too. The feelings were definitely mutual but neither one knew about the others feelings.

“Yes, I totally am down. I miss your family”, you hugged him and smiled. “Tell your mom I said thank you for inviting me”.

-Few weeks later-

Before you knew it both you and Nick were getting ready to go to the airport. Edwin and Brandon agreed to drop you guys off since it was the least they could do to take the stress off you guys. Knowing that an Uber could take 30 minutes or more to get to you guys and possibly make you both late.

“Is that everything?” Edwin questioned you as you placed your bag in the back. You tiredly nodded your head, being that you got no sleep whatsoever. For some reason you were nervous and didn’t know why.

“Are you okay mamas?” Nick wraps you into a loving embrace. Being in his arms felt so right and you never wanted to let go.

“I’m fine. Just really tired, I didn’t really get sleep last night,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Alright, let’s go lovers you don’t wanna miss your flight”, Brandon went into the driver's seat of the car. Quickly getting in the car, you guys were on your way to the airport. But of course, you fell asleep with your head in Nick’s lap.

“Hey, ma we’re at the airport. Wake up baby,” Nick gently rubbed your arm until you got up. Everyone got out the car and started getting out the bags. Nick held your mini Nike backpack for you and you wheeled your suitcase. Nick also had a suitcase and a small backpack but he wanted to help your tired self as much as he could. You gave Edwin and Brandon hugs before walking over to the checking in machine.

“Yo, please tell her you like her during this trip,” Brandon quietly told Nick. Nick slightly blushed and shook his head.

“Maybe but aye thanks for driving us. We appreciate it,” Nick hugged the two boys and walked over to you who was already at the suitcase check in with two tickets in hand.

“Come on Nick, hurry so we can get snacks before heading on the plane,” you gave him a smile.

Finally, you guys get on the plane and get seated. Luckily it was one of the seats where there’s only two seats and you got the window seat. Nick took out his phone and began a video for his insta story.

“We’re on the plane and mamas here is tired. Say what’s up Y/n,” you gave a small smile and wave. “Imagine looking this cute while being tired,” Nick ended the video right there and decided to take a nap along with you.

-After getting situated into the house-

You were so jet lagged and immediately after saying hi to his family with hugs, you went into the living room with Nick and laid on him.

“Hey guys, me and Y/n are finally in Jersey,” Nick waved to the viewers.

“Hi guys I’m tired. Like jet lag is a bitch,” you cuddled into Nick’s side more and he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Nick we see that hand sir👀”

“Okay but they’re definitely dating”

“She does look really tired lmao”

“Y’all notice ever since Nick met Y/n, he’s been giving us hella content? Just me? Okay”

“Tell Y/n she looks adorable”

“Y/n, they want you to know that you adorable babygirl,” Nick chuckles because when he leaned down to look at you, he found you were dead asleep.

“Y’all she’s out like a light,” your hair was in your face and your hand gripped his shirt slightly. Nick couldn’t help but to swoon over how you look so good in his arms.

You don’t remember what time you fell asleep but you wake up to the smell of food. You lifted your head to see you were fully on Nick’s lap.

“Hey you’re up, I moved you from my side because it looked uncomfortable,” Nick held his hands at your waist.

“Thank you loser, but I smell food. I love you dearly and imma head out,” you get out of his lap and leave him to go to the kitchen. Chris pulled Nick aside to have a quick conversation.

“Nick, you need to man up and tell her your feelings before it becomes too late,” he said to his younger brother.

“Alright, I’ll do it now,” Nick walked into the kitchen where you were laughing with his mom and Mia. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” You nodded and excused yourself. He leads you up to his old room and closes the door after you.

“I’ve known you for 3 years almost 4 now. You always amaze me with how smart and talented you are. You support me and the boys everyday and I love you for that. Yes, you’re my best friend but I have major feelings for you. And I know-“, you cut Nick off from his rant.

“Nick, I feel the same,” you smiled at him. He immediately picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Soo will you officially be my girlfriend mamas?” He bit his lip to contain the smile that was about to grace his face.

“Yes, Nick Mara I will be your girlfriend officially,” you leaned your head down and kissed him.

“Finally, I get to actually kiss you instead of just looking at your lips 24/7,” you let out a laugh at his silliness.

“Wait, what about your fans? They aren’t going to take that Nick Mara is officially not single anymore,” you actually began to wonder what the reaction was going to be.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Everyone swears we’re together, I mean, look at the comments,” Nick pointed out.

“Okay, that definitely makes sense. You right,” you both looked at each other before laughing.

“Wait, we gotta be extra and take a picture in the mirror,” Nick put you down and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He then grabs your hand and walks to the bathroom. You turn on the light and stand in front of him. He wraps one arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. Your hands on top of his arm and you smile. But you smile even bigger when he turns his head to the side to kiss your cheek.

Once he took the different pictures with different poses, he opens Instagram and selects the pictures he wants. Some of which were you guys making funny faces and posted it. The caption being “She said yes to being my baby officially. Y’all I really love this girl to death❤️”.

“Okay babe, let’s finish eating. I’m very hungry,” he didn’t even get a chance to answer before you pulled him down the stairs back to the kitchen. Nick couldn’t help but smile because you really caught his heart 3 years ago and now he gets to call you his officially.

#Chan’s 700 challenge #prettymuch imagines #nick mara #nick mara imagines

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unloveable-unreachable · 5 years

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You’re the One My Heart Wants- Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,095

Warnings: Swearing

Author: Me

Alex’s POV (The Night Before)

“I’ve never really talked to her outside the pitch. She normally keeps to herself, or she’s always attached to Ali or Ash’s hip every time I see her,” I tell Kelley as I drive us to Y/N’s house. “I know she can be hard to get to know, believe me. She’s a very closed off person to a lot of people, it took me forever to get her to open up to me. When she did she became a different person. She’s a very sweet, caring person who puts others needs above her own and honestly I admire her for that because you don’t meet many people like that anymore. She’s probably funnier than me if I’m being honest, but don’t ever tell her I said that to you,” Kelley says as I look at her in disbelief. Kelley rolls her eyes before saying “Come on, Al. You should just give her a chance. She’s a great person once you get to know her, I promise.” She then changes the song for the tenth time since we got in the car.

I really didn’t know what to think of Y/N. I know she’s still kind of young considering she’s already played with the National Team in two different tournaments and a ton of friendly matches. I know she’s been on the National Team with us since 2015, she scored in two of the matched during the last World Cup, but she just keeps to herself. She’s always working out more than everyone else, putting in as much extra time as she can. She normally works out alone, unless Ali and Ash are around. They act like she’s their kid and that doesn’t seem to bother her too much. She’s a fantastic player like it’s really interesting watching her play. Especially when she gets an opening, that’s when her trickster footwork comes into play, and you don’t want to be on the other team whenever that happens. We play really well together whenever we’re on the pitch together, which if I’m being honest is what our club needs. So why haven’t I made the effort to be friends with her?

I’m pulled from my thoughts when we finally pull up to Y/N’s place. Kelley barely waits for the car to stop before jumping out and running to the front door. I have to almost run to keep up with her. Jesus, she’s a child. She knocks, but then just walks right in like she’s been here a hundred times already. I slip in the door and look around the rather comfortable looking house. You would never guess that she just moved in a little over a month ago. Ali and Ash really outdid themselves finding this place for her, like damn, it’s really fucking nice. I finally find Kelley in the kitchen, loving up on an adorable Corgi and talking to Y/N. All I do is smile at Kelley, watching her play with the dog on the floor.

“I can’t believe you haven’t brought Luna to see me more. She loves her Aunt Kelley, and obviously missed me,” Kelley says to Y/N as she cradles the dog like a baby. I roll my eyes at her statement and give her a soft smile knowing she wishes she could have a dog of her own one day. Y/N just laughs at Kelley and shakes her head before explaining how she finally got them all moved in and should have time soon to make a trip to see Kelley. I watch Y/N as she talks to Kelley, focusing all of my attention on her. I watch how she holds herself, and my eyes wander to her tattoo-covered arms. Holy fuck she has so many, and they’re all so good. I only have one and I know I’m keeping it to that number, but I still wish I had her confidence to get them where people can see. I’m studying the one that looks like someone’s handwriting that goes down her left shoulder trying to read it, but part of it was hidden under her shirt. Shit. She caught me staring. I try to hide my embarrassment but my blushing gave me away, no doubt. That’s when we finally say hi, but I can’t help but get lost in her eyes. I thought they were light blue because that’s what I’d always seen on the pitch, but this time they’re more of a green-blue. And I’m caught in a trance for a moment while she smiles at me then at Kelley.

“So...drinks?” Kelley asks after she set Luna back on the ground. I’m relieved that someone finally brought up the drinks because that’s what the whole night was about. Not staring at Y/N and getting lost in her fucking beautiful eyes. “Yes, please. I gotta buy you a round after your win,” Y/N says back. Kelley shoots her a cheesy grin and gives her two thumbs up. I roll my eyes at Kelley because she’s the biggest goof I’ve ever known, and she knows it (pretty proud of it, too). “I called the Uber earlier, they should be here by now,” I state as me and Kelley head out the door while Y/N locks up. I beat Kelley to the passenger seat because I’m not going to let her bug our driver, and because I’m the only one who knows where the best bars are. Y/N shoots me a smirk as she walks past the passenger side, and I swear my breath gets caught in my throat. It was small and subtle, but it had an effect on me I couldn’t quite explain. I give the driver directions to a bar that I’d been to once before and we’re on our way.

After a stress-filled ride to the street the bar was on, we finally get out of the car. I can hear Kelley laughing at something Y/N must have said while in the backseat. I’m not the jealous type when it comes to Kelley because I know she has many, many friends. I know I don’t have to fight to be her best friend since we’ve always been there for each other since we first met back in 2009. I also know she doesn’t get to see Y/N that much since she plays in Utah and has a place in Atlanta and also when she goes on trips with me so much during the year. So I try to give them time to catch up and space by walking a little ahead of them, still able to hear them if they want to tell me something. While trying to figure out where the bar was, my mom calls me. I figure it must be important if she’s calling me this late. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you guys. My mom’s calling me,” I tell them as I head towards a bench. I watch them walk into the bar as I answer the phone.

“Hey, mom,” I say when I finally answer. “Hey, honey. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” she responds. “No, no you didn’t interrupt anything. I’m out with Kelley and a new player on my team, but I can answer your phone calls anytime. What’s up?” I ask a little confused. “I was just calling to let you know that your LA house finally sold. Everything has been dealt with so there’s nothing you have to deal with. Servando is going to send you the rest of your stuff this week,” my mom says with a careful tone. I let out a sigh of relief I didn’t know I was holding back. Finally. I wasn’t tied to him anymore. I can finally move on with whoever I want, without his judgment and hatefulness hanging over my head anymore. “Thank you for telling me, mom. It’s one less thing I have to worry about.” We talk a few more minutes before I tell her I have to go. “Alright, honey. Tell Kelley I said hi and that I love her.” I roll my eyes, knowing how much my mom loved each and every one of my friends, and let out a laugh. “Okay mom, I will.” We say our goodbyes and I make my way into the bar to find Kelley and Y/N.

By the time I find them, Kelley is already about four beers in and several shots deep. She’s talking about the game and what Y/N could’ve done better. Y/N, who is about as deep in as Kelley, is definitely holding her alcohol way better than Kelley. Like seriously, she could pass as sober. I’m not kidding. I order my drink and slide next to Kelley, waiting for the argument to get more heated because I know Kelley, she doesn’t go down without a fight. Y/N is a surprising challenger to watch against Kelley. She isn’t arguing back, she’s holding her ground by telling Kelley what she did wrong. I nearly spit up my drink from laughing so hard at what Y/N said and Kelley’s defensive reaction that she could never pull off drunk. We all finish our drinks not long after that, and Y/N offers to buy the next round. Kelley takes that as her opportunity to jump up and show off her dance moves to whatever song is playing in the bar.

As Kelley and I lead Y/N into another bar, I notice she seems more relaxed than she was when we left her house. And probably more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her if I’m being completely honest. Kelley drags me up on a bar and we just dance as Y/N watches us, laughing harder than she probably ever has. We take three rounds of shots before Y/N pulls us off the bar and outside. She has her hands full with me and Kelley as she forces us in the backseat of the Uber. Kelley and I can’t stop laughing for no apparent reason. Y/N tried to get us to stop but fails multiple times. When the poor man driving us asks where we’re going Kelley blurts out, “Y/N house!” Y/N groans and rolls her eyes at the smiling Kelley as she gives the man the address.

When we finally pull into Y/N’s driveway, it feels like we’ve been in the car for forever but that probably was the alcohol. She has to drag me and Kelley to her back patio. Kelley calls for Luna, and we both beg Y/N for more drinks. She rolls her eyes before going over to her bar. She produces a whole case of beer for Kelley, probably always keeping her bar stocked with beer just in case Kelley decides to surprise her at any point of the year, and a bottle of wine. She hands Kelley, who is cheering for beer at this point, her drink and then sits by me handing me the bottle of wine we’re going to share throughout the rest of the night.

Kelley’s being her same party animal self, and let’s be honest when is she not? You can’t help but love her for always being on top of her game. I’m just sitting on the couch, trying to feel as relaxed as this bottle of wine will allow me to be. We’re singing along to Kelley’s playlist that’s playing throughout the patio. We belt out a song from the 90s that kids today would never know, but then again I can’t seem to remember the name of the song but we kill the chorus every time. Kelley starts telling a story from her years at Stanford that I’m sure I’ve heard a billion times by now. But I still listen to her anyway because she has pure joy all over her face telling it. I take a good gulp of wine before leaning back on Y/N to hand her the bottle. Next thing I know the song changes to an old Taylor Swift song that I snuck onto Kelley’s playlist as a joke. Feeling the music, and quite bold in all honesty, I stand up and turn to Y/N after setting the wine bottle down on the table. “Do you wanna dance?” I manage to ask in my drunken state while holding my hand out to her. Y/N laughs out loud as she takes my hand, pulling me close as we start to sway side to side still singing the song.

I know I said this before, but Y/N’s eyes are a thing of beauty. They were that entrancing green-blue earlier in the night, but now they’re a cool gray. Almost like a light smoke. Her smile and laugh could cure all the sadness in the world, no joke. She’s gorgeous, and she doesn’t even know it. She likes to be out of the spotlight, out of everyone’s view. But let me tell you this, that’s not the case tonight. She’s all I’ve spent my attention on since we left the house earlier. While I’m taking a closer look at the tattoos on her collar bones, I catch Kelley in the corner of my eye. When I look at her, I start laughing as she’s swaying side to side with Luna, wrapped in her arms, to the music. Y/N realizes what I’m focused on and laughs as she gets on to Kelley. We’re still standing close together, arms around each other but we aren’t moving anymore. Y/N pulls away first, as smooth as a drunk person can. But as she lets go I can’t help but notice my body aches for her touch.

Kelley comes back after what seems like forever, in different clothes that definitely don’t fit her. So that would make them Y/N’s clothes, given that we’re at her house and she’s taller than both of us. Y/N just laughs as Kelley does a small turn showing off her outfit before going back to drinking her beer. The night goes on the same, more of party animal Kel, me finding relaxation I’ve never known or allowed myself to have before, and Y/N finally looks content with us being around her. She might as well get used to it, after tonight I’ll be here drinking with her often for sure. Honestly, Kelley was right, Y/N is great. It’s ridiculous that we weren’t friends before tonight, especially since she’s been with the National Team since the 2015 World Cup.

After a few more drinks, Y/N finally says we should go to bed considering Kelley had a flight tomorrow and Ali would kill us if we kept Y/N up all night. Kel and I let out a laugh at the mention of Ali and Ash because we all know they’re Y/N’s moms. She has to drag us back inside like she’s had to do all night. She drops us both down on her couch leaving us to grab something from the kitchen. “Isn’t she the greatest?” Kelley slurs as I start giggling at her. “Yeah, she really is. You were right, for once,” I say back. “See, both of my best friends can be friends! I’m so happy right now, Al,” Kelley says with the biggest grin on her face. We can’t stop giggling at my last statement because we both know I’m not wrong. The giggles fill the house as Y/N walks back in the room.

She tells us our sleeping options before saying goodnight and heading upstairs to her room. Kel and I stay up watching an episode of The Handmaid’s Tale and playing with Luna. Kelley keeps posting pictures of Luna on her Instagram story, and I laugh at the voice she uses while talking to the dog. She finally passes out after saying ‘she doesn’t need sleep’. I make sure her alarm is set because I know Christen would be pissed off at me if Kelley was late. After that, I realize I don’t have any clothes to sleep in. I start walking up the stairs, more like stumbling, praying that Y/N is still awake. I knock on her door and she opens it almost immediately, her hair still wet from the shower she obviously just took.

“Coould I borrow some clothess?” I manage to get out through all of my giggles and smiling. I was giggling at her confused expression because, to be honest, it was hot as fuck. She laughed before nodding her head. Evidently, I wasn’t walking too good, because she had to help me to her bed. She gave me a small smirk before she started looking through her clothes. I swear that smirk added 30 years to my life. “Here you go. You can change in the bathroom,” Y/N said as she handed me the clothes and helped me to the bathroom. After she closed the door, I couldn’t stop smiling and I didn’t know why. Had I missed something about Y/N this whole time? Am I that clueless?

I get changed quickly and walk out of the bathroom. She’s sitting on her bed looking at her phone. I guess she realized I was standing there staring at her, yet again. Because she glanced up at me, and my heart just drops at the sight of her, now, blue eyes. Like who’s eyes change color that much? Like she’s gone through every shade of blue and green tonight alone and I swear I’m gonna need a warning before they change color again or I’m not going to make it through the day. I thank her and tell her goodnight again before heading back downstairs, trying to keep from embarrassing myself any more than I already have. When I get downstairs, Kelley is taking up the whole air mattress with Luna cuddling her legs. I sigh and set my things down with my purse and shoes. I stood there weighing my options.

When I finally make my choice, all I do is hope it was the right decision. I make my way back upstairs quietly, hoping not to wake up Kelley. I stand staring at her door for what feels like years before deciding to knock. Before I can the door opens, and all I can do is smile at the beautiful human being in front of me. She gives me a soft smile, and that only builds my confidence more to ask my question.

“Can I sleep with you?”

To Be Continued

#alex morgan #alex morgan imagines #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #kelley o’hara #uswnt #uswnt imagines #nwsl #woso #woso imagine #You’re the One My Heart Wants

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 98) "Ring Around The Ruby"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @crystalbaby12 @mgkobsessed @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @lovemythsworld ...still trying Bra 🖤

Are we sure we have everything??" Luna asks as she plays with her padlock, she finds herself doing that whenever she's nervous.

After breakfast with Casie. A morning ShowerFuck, lines and a burn session with Colson in the bathroom. Luna's dressed in a simple, white, silk dress. Black chucks and light makeup. Shockingly, she throws on no jewelery except her ring, which never comes off. Her long hair flowing around her. Looking around their hotel suite, Luna has a hard enough time keeping track of herself, let alone two other people's stuff.

"You double checked that you've got your necklace, Diablo shirt and sunglasses?" She asks Casie.

"Yup." She nods proudly at Luna.

"What Diablo shirt?" Colson whips around.

"Your purple one....." Luna answers.

"Why didn't you give her yours? It's smaller." He challenges her.

"Because I've already altered mine... To fit me." She answers with her eyebrows raised.

Fully aware of what she's hinting at, Colson's dick twitches. The memory of their first performance and Luna's homemade Diablo shirt floating around in his brain.

Colson sighs out a Fine with a smile at Casie. She can have anything she wants. Of his or The World's. Not even caring as long as His Peanut is happy. Unknown to him, Luna had already grabbed a replacement. The Three of Them taking care of each other in ways they don't even realize. --------------------------------------------------

Outside The Jacquard, Colson's Eleven are the same Assholes they always are. Each loudly squeezing Casie tight with huge kisses on the cheek. Slim spinning her in circles until they're both dizzy and laughing.

"Uncle Slim!!!" She giggles as she sees triples.

Finding her balance, Casie spots Sam. Through the week they had become great friends.

"It was really rad to meet you." Sam says as she squats down to do her secret handshake with Casie.

"Will you be at EstFEST for our wedding? She asks.

"I'll be at both. I wouldn't miss them for a thousand crabby patties." Her response making Casie laugh as she jumps into Sam, knocking her down.

Caught off guard, Sam laughs loudly with her as she falls back onto the pavement. Shockingly pleased by The Cool Ass Kid's grip.

Baze and Luna both watching them. Luna's soul flittering at this new side of Sammy. Baze almost sure he's in love with the Wild Drummer.

Hugging her bestfriend, Luna teases her lightly in her ear. "Fuck you." Sam laughs.

Gripping each other tight, they agree to see each other in Seattle. Behave... Luna smirks to another one of Sam's Fuck Yous.

As Luna and Ashleigh hug GoodBye, she Thanks Luna again. To her solid squeeze and Stop. Both knowing their friendship is genuine. Flowing beyond their relationships with Colson.

"Alright... Alright... She's only gonna be gonna for two days!" Colson laughs at the two of them.

"Two days too long!!" Ashleigh complains, loving another woman on The Bus with her.

Ashleigh and Sam get along very well but Luna helps Ashleigh run shit. With Luna by Colson's side, this has been Ashleigh's least stressful tour. In almost 10yrs.

With the uber arriving to carry The Three of Them to the airport, The Boys hug and kiss Luna and Casie a dozen more times. Laughing at Colson and giving him daps when he complains about Where's His Love.

"We'll see you tonight, Bitch." Rook laughs at him as he squeezes Luna. "Good luck, Bro.... Not that your badass needs it." He grins after pecking her cheek as they squeeze GoodBye.

Rook is Luna's favorite Drummer Boy. Luna is Rook's favorite Bitch. She rocks with all The Boys but those two are true Roll Dawgs. Both appreciating each other since their first conversation the night of Colson's Birthday Dinner at Tao.

"WE LOOOVE YOUSSSS!!!" Luna hollers out the car window as she heads off with Casie and Colson.

Preparing for the 13hr ride in front of them to Boise, The Remaining Eight fuck around a bit longer. Climbing on, The Bus feels a little off without Their Core. This does not stop the smoke, music and drinks from flowing though. It just makes it feel.... Different.

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Sat in first class between Luna and Colson, Casie is talking a mile a minute. Both Luna and Colson requesting a Bloody Mary immediately. Grinning at each other over her talking head.

It's a 3hr flight. Having them hit Cleveland before 4P. Pulling out her carry on, Luna shares her art supplies with Casie.

Colson sips his drink as His Girls draw. Casie excitedly talking about Their Weddings.

"You know what we've still gotta do?" Luna asks the rambling child.

"What?" She asks as she lifts her face from her artwork

"Get you fitted you for your dresses." Luna shines into her sketch book.

"Dresses!!! Like TWO!!" Casie yells with wide excited eyes.

"Yeah, Dill. Two weddings. Two dresses, SugarPop." Luna laughs at her, looking up from the drawing she's working on.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I fucking love her." Colson thinks as uncharacteristic tears well in his eyes.

"AHHHH!!!" Casie shouts in excitement to both of their grins.

Colson reaches over, turning Luna's chin to sink a grateful kiss onto her lips as Casie's mid squeeze. The girl not minding being crushed in between the love of the two of them.

Just as they're about to land, Luna hands Colson her sketch. It's a crude drawing of the two of them embracing.

"Fuck. I love it." His heart beats faster as he studies it. "Tuck it in your book until we get home?" He asks to her smiling nod.

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"Oooh!!!! My BAAAABY!!!" Emma exclaims as Casie runs into her open arms.

"I missed you so much, Mommy!!" Casie says as she falls into her tight grasp.

Colson and Luna watching the two. Their love for each other overflowing all over their front yard as they roll around in hugs and laughter.

"She's such a good mom." Luna whispers to Colson in admiration of Emma.

"She really is." Colson says proudly as he throws his arm around Luna.

Smooching her cheek, he grabs Casie's bags. Carrying them inside. There are many things that can be said about Colson Baker. Attentive to His, should truly be the first description.

Inside Casie erupts into the details of her week long adventure. Performing OnStage, swimming, jumping and diving last night, sitting with Patti during the taping of Ellen, The Planetarium and The Butterfly Exhibit. Forgetting about the Splash Park as she happily yells about how the butterflies flew all around them, kissing her and Luna's skin. All the while, simultaneously showing Emma her new treasures.

"We went EVERYWHERE, MOMMY!!!" We even bought a house in NY. MOM!! I LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY NOW!!!" She shouts while bouncing around the kitchen.

Those words cause Emma to shoot a quick Look between Colson and Luna. Wondering WHAT THE FUCK HER CHILD IS TALKING ABOUT.

"We're about to make settlement on a brownstone so we have a place in The City. Kinda like here and LA." Luna speaks up to reassure her.

Emma giving Luna an accepting and understanding nod. She turns back to the chattering little girl.

"So, you had fun?" She asks her daughter.

"SO MUCH FUN, MOM!!" Casie screams to Emma's laughter.

Colson and Emma touch base as Luna helps Casie with her luggage. Alone in the kitchen, Emma speaks freely.

"Don't fuck this up, Kells. She's good for you and Case already loves her. I know you're getting married next month, but, PLEASE. Don't fuck this up. For you or her." Emma pleads with the man she's known almost longer than half of her life.

"I don't want to, Em...." Colson replies with concerned eyes. "But, I'm so fucking afraid I will."

Emma reaches to hug him. "Keep that fear and you won't." She tells him honestly as they embrace tightly.

There's something to be said about co-parents who are friends that genuinely care for each other. It's a beautiful thing. Truly.

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Outside, before Luna and Colson catch their uber to his house, The Family embraces each other GoodBye individually. There's a comforting warmth that flows through them.

As Colson and Casie say their GoodByes, Luna and Emma hug each other tightly. Probably tighter than they've ever held each other before. Emma whispering a Thank You for Taking Care of My Baby Girl. Luna squeezing her a smidge tighter to Thank Emma for Trusting Her With Casie. Breaking apart, the women look each other in the eyes. Both happy to have each other in their lives.

"I loooooove YOOOOU!!!" Luna swings a laughing Casie around. "See you soon?"

"Yup." Casie grins.

"Find a new home for your necklace for bed and shower time?" Luna asks with a tinge of authority.

"YES." Casie asserts, grin wider.

"Good shit. Love you, Dill." Luna holds Her Girl close and tight.

Emma appreciating the way they interact with each other as she watches them. Knowing Casie is safe with Luna.

"Ready, Kitten?" Colson asks as he kisses the top of Luna's head.

Before leaving, he grabs Casie again loving on her like there's no tomorrow. Giggling as his kisses tickle her skin.

After setting Casie down and saying their final GoodByes, he grabs Luna's hand. Leading her to the waiting uber. While in Cleveland, Colson has a specific mission.

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On The Bus, somewhere between Colorado and Idaho, Sam has convinced Ashleigh to get fucked up with her and The Boys.

Cards are being thrown with jokes as music flows. Smoke billowing throughout The Bus.

Leaning into Baze, Sam seductively asks "How pissed you think they'd be if we stole their bed tonight?" Wicked grin spreading across her pretty face.

"Wanna find out?" He grins back to her tantalizing giggle.

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Inside The Cleveland House, Colson heads straight upstairs. Luna outside to smoke a cigarette. She doesn't like smoking around Casie so it's been HOURS.

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Opening the door to his safe, Colson pulls out a tiny box. Opening it, the huge ruby gleams at him. Solidifying that he knows he made the right decision.

Having been almost a month since he last gazed at it, he can't help but be proud of himself. And Rook. "It's perfect. Beautiful and unique. Just like her.... She's gonna love it." He thinks excitedly.

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Luna's chain smoking on the picnic table out back. Letting the warm summer sun kiss her colorful skin.

"Come're...." Colson tries to coax her.

"Whhhhyyyy.....?" Luna whines as she scrunches her face, wanting to light another cigarette.

"Just shut the fuck up and come here." Colson tells her.

"Fine." Luna pouts as she takes his hand.

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Walking into the kitchen, Colson hits play on a remote. Taking Luna in his arms as Clapton begins to float around them.

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He sings to her the same way he did the night they first met. Holding her close and changing whichever lyrics he chooses. Luna's so dumb she doesn't know what's happening. She just thinks Colson's sweet as she rests inside of him.

As the ending guitar chords float away, Colson drops to his knee. Having the song on repeat, he takes Luna's hand as it continues to drift around them.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She asks, slightly bewildered.

"Doing this shit right." He asserts.

Looking up at her, Colson sees his entire future in Luna's eyes. Taking a deep breath, he has nothing prepared as usual. Their whole relationship is based off of instinct.

"I know you love the ring I made for you but I bought you a real one way before it. If you don't like it, we'll fix it or...." He says as he holds her left hand, slipping the metal string off her finger and setting it on the kitchen island. "You can keep the one you have.... Just as long as you promise to still marry me." He says as he pops the lid.

It's a gorgeous 10 carat oval ruby. Surrounded by small diamonds. Taking Luna's breath away on sight.

"I know you don't do diamonds, so, it's your birthstone with mine wrapped around it to protect you.... Not that you need protec...."

Colson can't even finish his sentence before Luna's on her knees in front of him. Tears falling down her cheeks as her kisses shut him up.

Her bare hands run up the sides of his face as she sinks her deep kisses into his mouth. Pushing him off his knees to straddle him. Their kisses are passionate and heavy as Colson tangles his fingers in her hair. Pulling out of her kiss, he gently holds her face in his large hands.

"Is that a Yes?" He asks.

"That's a FUCK YES." She laughs as she pushes her mouth back onto his.

Unable to contain themselves, Luna unbuckles Colson's belt. Lifting up, he helps her pull them down. Only bothering to pull her panties to the side, Luna guides him inside of her. Both groaning in pleasure.

Kissing each other sloppily as Luna slides up and down on Colson's cock he needs her body. Pulling her dress over her head, he's beyond pleased to find her braless as he suckles her pierced breasts. Naked, she bucks against him. Wanting her more than ever before, he carefully flips her on her back.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Colson pushes deep inside of Luna. Making her moan in pleasure as he fucks her on the kitchen floor. Mouth kissing hers as if they'll both die without the other. Moving to her cheeks, he kisses anywhere he can reach. Both whispering Sweet Nothing's instead of their normal Dirty Words.

Feeling her thighs grip his waist and walls clench his cock, he nuzzles into her neck and ear. Claiming I FUCKING LOVE YOU as they cum for each other.

Satisfied, Colson rests on top of her. He's by no means fat but Luna's tiny and with her gunshot wound he feels like he has to be extra careful with her. Kissing her forehead, he rolls out of her. Reaching blindly on the ground around them, he finds the box.

Sliding his arm under her head, he presents the symbol of their commitment. Asking Yes? With love pouring out of her eyeballs and heart, she gives him a teasing smile.

"I mean I guess I could say Yes for the 110th time." She laughs as she rolls towards him, locking her lips onto his.

Their kisses say EVERYTHING. Things that even couples who've been married for 50yrs still can't say.

Holding her hand out, Colson slips his ring upon her finger. Holding her hand out in front of them, they clutch each other while they both try to hold back tears.

"It's fucking beautiful." She happily sighs.

"I told you not to doubt me." He lightly chuckles as he pulls her tighter.

Teasing her about how he knows what she likes. Laughing out a Fuck You, she climbs back on top of him.

Taking her time as she slowly rides him. Enjoying every inch of his dick along with every touch from his hands and mouth.

Luna and Colson don't make love. They fuck like animals but on the kitchen floor with his ring on her finger their touches are softer. Kinder. Gentle as they enjoy every inch of each other in the afternoon sunlight.

It's a long, hard cum. Both feeling like they may seize out from the pleasure. Completely entwined in each other, they take a light, naked, engaged, snooze on the kitchen floor. The excitement of a life together dancing in both of their heads.

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Colson stirs first. The hard floor waking him up against Luna's warm body. Brushing her hair from her face, he looks down. The huge ruby glistening on her finger catches his eye as her hand rests on his chest.

"Fuck.... How'd I get so fucking lucky?" He questions himself. "Em's right.... I can't fuck this up." His heart begins to panic.

Feeling his chest pounding under her hand, it's as if her sixth sense kicks in. Opening her eyes, she asks if He's Okay.

"As long as I'm with you." He answers, kissing her sweetly on her forehead.

"Mmmm..." She nuzzles into him contently. "What time is it?" She asks.

"I don't know, but we should move. We gotta be outta here by 9P...." He answers.

Luna pouts as she nuzzles into his chest. Asking if They Can Quit Their Jobs And Be Pirates. Please. Colson lightly laughs at her fantastic request. Asserting that Being Pirates Would Be Awesome Buuut He Doesn't Think It's That Easy. Leaving Luna to sigh in disappointment.

"Come on...." He begins to shift off the floor.

"Noooo.... I don't wanna...." She whines as he moves to pull her up to stand with him.

"I know... Me neither. 10 days though." He reminds her with a twinkle in his eyes.

This makes her move. Slapping his ass, she shouts Race You as she bounds up the stairs to the shower.

"Grab my real ring, please?" She hollers down the stairs.

Unable to stop the smile that is hurting his face he hits his IG before following her upstairs.

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"110xs I've asked her and she keeps saying Yes. I'm lucky AF and she's crazy insane. Imma 🔐 that sweet ass down quick. Bet. Saturday at #EstFest One of the most IMPORTANT days of my life. BE THERE. CUZ SHITS GONNA BE 🔥🔥🔥 #badthings WILL happen bc I LOVE A FUCKING LUNATIC 😈❤🐈 💯"

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Luna's upstairs waiting for him. Naked. Joint in mouth. Lines cut out. Drink in hand. Hot shower running for them.

Tossing her arms around him, he lifts her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she holds the joint as he hits it and carries her into the bathroom.

The way they easily move with each other makes their synchronicity enviable. Puffing on the joint, Luna drops it in an ashtray on the sink before he takes both of them into the shower.

Slowly and softly fucking each other. For a moment, before their hunger and animal instincts take over.

"Bend me over..." Luna huskily begs in Colson's ear.

Happily indulging her, he pulls her hair and fucks her the way they both like. Gripping her hips as he pushes himself deep inside of her. Leaving Luna to shake in pleasure as she feels his cum fill her insides.

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Out of the shower they blow the lines waiting for them. Lighting a joint as they get dressed. Kissing and playfully teasing each other as they burn along the way.

"Where's my other ring?" Luna asks.

"Right there..." Colson points to the dresser.

Luna grabs it, slipping it onto her right hand. Wiggling her fingers she admires both.

"You're gonna wear that one too?" He asks.

"Uhmmmm. Fuck yeeeaahhh." Luna looks at him weirdly. "It's my original."

Thinking she would toss it, Colson adores her logic. Along with her Love of Them

Throwing on black skinnies and a cutoff hoodie, Luna laughs as Colson pulls his black Chucks on too.

"Come're Kitty....." He swings her around on the bed to tie her shoe.

"I fucking LOVE yooou." She states as she watches him with adoration.

"Love-LOVE YOU." He grins, kissing her newly blinging finger as he pulls her up.

Colson orders an uber as Luna collects their things. Pulling off the black hoodie he had put on, Colson looks for the particular one he wants. They're both headed out. On separate flights. Him to Boise to meet up The Boys for another show. Her to Mexico City for a performance with Ashley.

Getting the alert that their ride is there, Luna grabs Colson. Gripping him tightly around his waist as she burrows into his naked chest. Inhaling his sweet smell. It's a mix of weed, his cologne Jean Paul and Luna.

"I love you." She states as she looks up into his brilliant blue eyes.

"Forever?" He asks.

"Beyond." She answers as she pulls him down for a kiss before letting him go.

Finding the grey hoodie he wants, Colson grabs Luna's ass cheek. Also kissing her face cheek as he asks If She's Ready.

With her nod, he shouts "We Out!!!"

Her laughter tickles his soul as they head back on The Road. Holding hands along the way

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Luna flies out at 10P. Colson 11P. Walking her to her gate, they hold each other for as long as they can.

Calling for boarding, Colson grabs Luna. Lifting her high for her to wrap her entire being around him. The way they both like.

"Two days." They reassure each other with laughter at their jinx.

Pulling back, Luna tells him She Loves Him before kissing him solidly.

"I love you. Go kill Mexico City and come back to me." He tells her, causing a rise of small tears in her eyes. "Heeey... Two days, Bunny Love." He tries to reassure her again.

"I know...." She lightly whimpers. "I just hate to leave you...." She sighs as a solid tear drops.

It breaks Colson's heart as he wipes it off her cheek with his thumb. He hates when they're apart.

"Then... Seven days. Me and you. Married. With nothing else.." He grins as he reminds her of their short and long term goals.

Squeezing him tighter with her thighs and arms, Luna kisses him with everything inside of her. Pulling back, she looks him in the eyes before softly pecking his lips.

"Seven days." She asserts with a woeful sigh.

"Go." He tells her with a kiss on the lips and solid slap on the ass.

Luna can't help but break out into a grin over and for him. Kissing him quickly, she grabs her carry on before heading down the terminal.

"Seven DAYS!!!" She shouts as she looks over her shoulder. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!" Her voice lingers in his ear as she disappears.

Heart throbbing for Luna immediately, Colson halls ass through Cleveland's airport. Barely making his own 7hr flight. Missing it would've been worth it to him just to see her off.

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Settled, Luna touches her new ring. It's so big and different from her original. Looking at both, her eyes well up at Colson's words. Looking down at the new one, she sees him wrapped all around her. Missing him instantly.

"Seven days......" She sighs to herself. Already missing her puzzle piece. Popping two bars to sleep through her own 7hr flight.

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To be continued.....

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imagineaworlds · 6 years

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Who’s That? -- Bucky Barnes

Written By: @michaellangdonisababe

Request: ‘You know what would be really adorable. A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner. So the kids are like he looks familiar. So then they’re asking things like what’s ur job? Where do u see itself in 5 years? You have the best intentions for my mom? You know trying to protect their mom. And the reader is giggling. So then when Bucky leaves he kisses the reader and all hell breaks loose. But I think it’ll be funny cause he gets all dressed up and the kids just interrogated him’

Warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

If you were being honest with yourself, you had been dreading this day since you first began a relationship with Bucky.

The suspense was killing you as you drove home, Bucky seated next to you, and you were barely listening to what he said. You were too focused on the events that were about to occur.

Being a single mother to your two young sons, James and Michael, you didn’t really have that much of an opportunity to date someone. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, granted that it was hard at first after your partner died, but that the two of them seemed to loath any man that got your attention.

First was Mark.

James had been two at the time while Michael was only a few months old. The dinner had gone smoothly at first… that was until Mark tried to pick James up and out of his highchair. Your oldest son had gone crazy: screaming, kicking, crying, biting, the whole shebang. And, to make matter worse, Michael had thought that it would a good idea to join in the fun. So, while you tried to calm Michael, Mark had dropped James in your arms and yelled a quick goodbye as he raced out the door.

The moment he left, your kids had stopped crying and were acting as if nothing had happened as you stared at the two incredulously.

Did you ever see Mark again? No.

Then there had been Evan.

Things had been going sowell. That was until you introduced him to James and Michael. Evan walked you into the house with his hand around your waist and, bam, James was screaming and Michael was wailing.

Evan, bless his heart, tried his best to help you calm them down, but every time he got near them, they only screeched louder. You had to ask Evan to leave at this point and you felt horrible about it. A few dates later and you guys tried to make it work, but it was too stressful.

Your knuckles when white as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel, your experience with the three other dates you introduced to your kids to made you heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Babe,” You heard Bucky say and you turned to glance at his concerned face, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You hummed, but Bucky saw your tight grip on the wheel and carefully lifted your right hand off before grasping it in his own, giving yours a tight, reassuring squeeze. The two of you stayed like that until you pulled into the driveway to your home.

Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you went to rush out of the car when Bucky gently cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey,” He smiled, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Your face flushed as you felt the butterflies flutter around you your stomach and you gave him a warm smile, “Yeah.”

Opening the door, you stumbled slightly as two little bodies knocked into your legs and two high-pitched voices were telling you how much they missed you and what they did today. You slowly waddled into the kitchen, thanking and paying the sitter, with Bucky following behind you.

“Mommy,” James said, his voice mumbled from him pressing his face into your legs.

“Yes, love?” You hummed as you placed your purse and your keys on the island.

“What’s for dinner?”

“I have chicken, green beans, and potatoes in the oven right now.” You replied and you raised your eyebrow as you watched Bucky go to sit at the island, both of you wincing as the chair made a scraping sound. Instantly, James and Michael were standing protectively in front of you with a look of suspicion covering their faces.

“Mommy,” James said, pouting, “Who’s he?”

“He’s Mommy’s friend,” You said, trying to keep your cool as you sons looked at Bucky like a predator hunting their prey. You watched as a look of confusion crossed James’s face as he looked at Bucky, trying to figure out who he was, before he turned to Michael and began to whisper in his ear.

You shared a small smile with Bucky as your kids tried to figure out who was in front of them. Bucky wasn’t in his usual crime-fighting gear. Instead he was wearing a lovely baby blue shirt that seemed to emphasize his eyes—and made your heart flutter and face flush—with a nice pair of slacks. His hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail and, of course, his metal arm was covered.

“Why do you look so familiar?” James probed and you hurried James and Michael to the table, getting them in their highchair and booster seat. You left the three of them alone for a moment as you set the food on the table and cut up your kids’ meal, ignoring the tension between the three of them.

“So, Mister,” James began, speaking through a mouthful of chicken and causing you to give him a warning glare, “What’s your job?”

“Yeah,” Michael agreed with a nod.

“Well, I fight the bad guys.” Bucky lightly explained and James narrowed his eyes at him with Michael's sparkled with excitement.

“Bad guys?” His little voice chirped.

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled at your youngest son and James scowled at the fact that his brother was being amazed by the simple fact that this guy fought bad guys.

“He’s just a police officer, Mikey.” James stated, trying to crush the amazement in his brother’s eyes.

“Nah,” Bucky smiled, “I fight the bad guys. You know Captain America?”

The boys nodded.

“He’s my best friend.”

“You’re lying.” James shouted and you put down your fork.

“James Patrick,” You scolded, “We do not yell at our friends and we do not call someone a liar.”

“Sorry, Mommy.” James pouted and he looked down at his food before he looking back up a Bucky. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

You couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping your lips as Bucky looked at James, dumbfounded. Here was your five-year-old son asking your ninety-eight-year-old (remembering the fact that he was frozen) where he saw himself in five years. Gosh, it was like you bringing home your first boyfriend all over again.

“Um,” Bucky faltered and you laughed harder, ignoring his small glare, “Working?”

“Not with my Mommy?” James shot, and you swore that water came out of your nose at how sly your kid was being.

“What? No, no- I definitely want to be with your mom.” Bucky stammered and James looked at him blankly.

“What are your inventions-“

“Intentions,” You corrected, wiping a tear from your eye, and James firmly nodded at you in thanks.

“Intentions?” James questioned.

“Well,” Bucky began, setting down his fork and knife and looking at your son, “I would love to take her dancing, see some movies, make her dinner sometime. My intentions are to make your mom very happy.”

You didn’t need to see Bucky’s teasing glare to know that you looked like a tomato. But at the current moment, you were so touched by what Bucky said that you couldn’t help but look at him with so much love and adoration. Not one of your dates had ever said that they wanted to take you dancing before. In all actuality, none of them had ever said they wanted to make you happy.

“How much money do you make a year?” James continued and your attention immediately turned towards him, your laughter slowly stopping.

“Okay, I think those were enough questions for tonight.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with taking an Uber?” You asked as the two of you stood by the door. You had put your kids to bed, seeing as it was way past their bedtime, and you were saying goodbye to Bucky. A part of you was sad to see him go, but you knew that the dinner went the best it had gone in a while.

Michael adored Bucky from the moment he said he fought the bad guys. The little guy’s eyes practically lit up whenever Bucky talked to him. And James, well, James was warming up to him. He didn’t like Bucky as much as Michael did, but you knew deep down that he thought Bucky was really cool.

“Yes, doll.” Bucky laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks for coming,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you close, “I know they can be a bit much.”

“Egh, the money question was the most extreme,” Bucky shrugged and you laughed.

The ding on his phone alerted the two of you that his Uber was here and you tilted your chin as he leaned down, slowly pressing your lips to his.

“Mommy?” Your heart stopped, “Mommy!”

Pulling away, and ignoring Bucky’s chuckle, you looked to the balcony in horror as your son looked at you as if you had just committed the worst crime.

“Michael!” James shouted, “Michael! Mommy’s got cooties!! We gotta save her!”

“I’ll take this as my cue to leave,” Bucky smirked and you glared at him, “See you tomorrow, doll.”

You watched as he slipped through the door and sighed, preparing yourself as James hurled his body at you, screeching about how he had the cure and that he could save you. You shook your head lightly, oh the things you did for that man.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel smut #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine

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brattywriters-anonymous · 5 years

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A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

@chaneajoyyy

Warnings: Implied smut! Language, Angst.

X: Show & Prove

The morning of the show

Syd woke up from what she felt was a dream. It had been the most sleep she’s gotten all week, a solid six hours. She checked her phone, 7:10 AM. She remembered tapping out and closing her eyes around 1:30 AM. What seemed to slip her mind was Sin being next to her. She jolted up at his beautiful naked frame. He was still sleeping, his hair fell every which way. She smiled to herself remembering his kisses sporadically falling across her collarbone and chest as their bodies moved in unison. She glazed her fingertips where his lips once were and smiled even harder. Her phone going off snapped her out of the daydream.

“Hello?” “Syeda! What time are you gonna head out for the show? The venue is gonna be available for us at seven.” “I’ll be there then, Ayana.” Yasin must’ve been a light sleeper because her loud whisper woke him up. He rose with a deep loud groan while he yawned, in which Yani heard loud and clear. “Gi--Girl! You got sum?! You and plumber bae got it in last night!?” “Shut up Yani! Shhhh!” “Nuh uh! Syeda Mariposa! I heard his fine ass! I know we been stressed out and shit too! And I know you bitch! You gave it up!” Yani gave Syd a round of applause, “I was beginning to wonder wtf was wrong with you. It’s almost been a year since you got them walls beat!” Syd brushed past Yasin with a smile and closed the bathroom door behind her, “It’s only been nine months. If you must know, nosey. Yes, I did. and He’s not just plumber bae anymore. He’s my bae.”

“Yaaaassss Syd! I’m proud of you! Making strides in fashion and in love! I’m inspired, I may stop playing and give your mystery neighbor a call.” “Girl, he’s in Berlin. He said he’ll be back next week though, if you forreal.” Yani sighed, “Yeah, I’m forreal, mami. It’s about time I finally settle down too, and he’s nice.. I guess. I can try him out, see what he’s about. Plus, him not always being around is a plus because you know how I likes my space!” Syd giggled at her friend, “Yeah, don’t I!” “Yeah, yeah! Bitch, you don’t gotta be so inclined to agree.” “Bitch you not gon act like we didn’t try living together before I moved in here and you didn’t throw me out!” Yani’s tone changed to a matter of fact-like as she replies, “I didn’t throw you out! I simply gave you options for new places to live.” Syd sucked her teeth, “Bitch, you threw me out.” “Whatever! Let’s agree to disagree on the matter! Besides, you may wanna get some good morning dick because we got a long day ahead of us! Get some for me too while you at it! A bitch is in the office and I haven’t had none since before the holidays.” Syd cringed, “Ew. Girl Bye!”

Erik woke up to a warm feeling below him, as his eyes blinked open a few times he realized what was going on. “Oh shit! Good morning.” Gina decided to wake up her interest with some morning head. Her head was slowly bobbing up and against this pelvis until his member got hard and long enough that it activated her gag reflex. “Relax that throat baby.” She moans at his request and eased her way back down to his pelvis again, collecting more spit down his shaft. She placed one hand on him, maneuvering it up and down as she slurped him up like a melting cone on a July sunset as his head flew back on the arm of Zig’s couch. He gripped her by her hair and pulled her face up to his, their lips played against one another as she sank onto him.

“Good morning.” She finally replied to his previous greeting before kissing him again.

The evening soon approached as Syd hopped in the Uber XL with all of her clothing, accessories, and materials in tow. Yani was already at 583 Park Avenue, waiting for her to arrive. She’d been recieving texts and calls from all of the models, some invited guests, Myles, and Yasin even though he’d just left her sights hours before she departed from her house.

“Hey baby. I know your nerves are on ten! Just breathe! You got this. I’ll see you once it’s done.

-Sin”

Syd clutched at her heart in joy at her new boyfriend’s support. The uber driver stopped as close to the service entrance as he could, “Alright, we are here Miss Syd. You need any help?” “Uhhh...yes please? Thank you!” Allen, the driver, unloaded Syd’s belongings and escorted them into the venue. Yani came outside to help him as Syd’s attention fell immediately on set design. The contractors put down the black glitter floors already and Iyo was setting up his laptop to the projector. She slipped backstage to find her MUAs hooking everyone up as she saw the last model finally arriving to set.

Gina waltzed in the show as if she was the hottest thing since Takis, strutting like she’s on the runway backstage, and she was twenty minutes late. Not only that, but she showed up needing a visit to a hair stylist and makeup. “Syd, hey girl. Listen, I’m sorry I had a long day. Me and E..” “I’m sorry but, this has to do with the show..how, exactly?” Gina giggled, saying in a boastful tone, “Me and E lost track of time, that’s why I’m late.” Syd gave her a glance over and stopped as she looked back up at her, “Hm, so that’s why you let him tag you up on the night of my fashion show too?” The right side of Gina’s neck was riddled with dark hickeys. Syd was really disgusted at the display that stood in front of her.

Gina just smiled, “I’m sorry, I’m sure GiGi can cover it up.” Syd muttered, tight lipped, “She wouldn’t have to cover shit if you could’ve remembered you had a job to do tonight and it’s all about image.” Gina rolled her eyes, “So do you want me to see if she can do it or not? Ya know, you’ve been giving me shit since you met me.. You got a thing with Erik I don’t know about? That your man that showed up last night don’t know about?” Syd had it, she stepped up on Gina really slow, looked her square in her eye as she stated, “What you do with your personal time with Erik or anyone else is of no concern to me. However, when you come into the most important night of my life, and possibly yours if you pull this off, looking freshly fucked less than two hours before showtime..that is my concern. So what I need you to do is firstly, get up with Nina and Xierra, see if they can work a miracle with what’s on your head. I’LL have a talk with GiGi and see if she can cover your shit up. And trust me, after this show, you’ll be out of my hair.”

Gina scowled, “Okay. If you say so..boss.” and with that, she disappeared. Syd hasn’t been so mad in so long. Professionally speaking, she was mad at Gina. Personally speaking, she was conflicted. Her and Erik hadn’t spoken in weeks, so she knew she really technically couldn’t be mad at him for getting with Gina. Hell, she got with Yasin. Yes, it was unexpected, but damn. She just wasn’t expecting for Erik to get back like that. Syd shook off those personal feelings and thoughts, she immediately began to dress her models that were finished with makeup. Syd dressed her models one by one as they came out.

Von, Sam, Johan, Levi, Jade, Deanna, Phoe(nix), Sevin, Nina, Essence, Xierra, Leon, Warren, Cass, Omir, Cayson, Nadia, Zaniya, Jorge, King, Tammi, Quanna, Lyric, and Gina.

Well, as Gina finally got up from Gigi performing makeup surgery to cover up her night before, Syd actually needed to cool herself down so Myles ended up dressing her. Gina was sizing him up as he was cascading the clothes on her, “Girl, I’d be barking up the wrong damn tree. This is strictly professional! Get the damn clothes on!”

Syd stepped out front where she caught a glance of Erik on the phone. She just leaned against the wall of the building, knowing it was facing East, she bowed her head and started her second prayer of the day. Her and Yasin did the first of the day together when they finally got out of bed. She hoped for a perfect, smooth show; for sound and production to go off without a hitch, and for her show to receive rave reviews. Her head rose and met Erik’s. “Wassup princess, you good?” The second thing Syd instantly took notice of was Erik’s matching hickeys on the left side of his neck. She hung her head back down, “Yeah. I’m good. Nervous that’s all.”

“You got this Syeda. Just breathe, relax. I think someone wants to congratulate you though..” She lifted her head and saw Ziggy with a huge bouquet of Sunflowers, Syeda’s favorite flower, and the hugest grin, “I heard my fly ass neighbor was gon kill her fashion show tonight!” Syd’s face lit up as she held on to Zig for dear life, “Greg! Ahhhhhhh! Thank you for coming! But how? I thought you were working?” He sighed, “Well, Tony wrapped early so I hopped on the first flight out. I couldn’t miss your big day if I didn’t have to!” Syd accepted her flowers, “My favorite!” “Only for you Miss Syd!” “Thank you so much Zig, I feel so much better! You can go ahead and grab a seat.

“Well, well! Looks like Someone beat me to the punch!” Syeda’s ears perked up at her man’s voice, she turned her attention to Yasin. He had on a black velvet two piece suit with a white button down, his hair in a high bun. Looking like he belonged on her runway tonight. Syd’s smile became impossibly wider, “Hey, you.” Yasin wrapped his arms around her and gave her multiple pecks on her lips. She momentarily forgot about the two men behind her. Erik loudly cleared his throat, stoically stalking them with a look of dislike, “Oh, my bad. I don’t think you two ever met, Yasin, this is Zigg, my neighbor. Zigg, this is my man Yasin.” “Ya man?” Erik questioned Syd in joking tone, Yasin replied, “Yeah, Erik, was it?” Erik stood opposite of Yasin, sizing him up, “Yup. That’s me.”

Yani was right on time, “Syd, I--” She quickly pieced together the scene she walked out to, “I need you inside. You need to get dressed and into makeup.” Syd grabbed Yasin’s hand as she instructed everyone to just grab a seat and the show would be starting in thirty minutes.

Syeda decided on her look for the night, her blazer dress was accompanied with her black turtle neck underneath and her boots. GiGi gave her a fire gold glitter eye shadow, snatched her face with a mean contour and golden highlighter, and set the look with the bold ombre burgundy to red lip. Syd decided to wear her hear in a slick curly ponytail with her signature two sideburn pieces, and of course, keeping true to where she came from, she bought a new set of heart shaped gold bamboo earrings with her entire name spelled out, matched with her necklace her father gave her. She stepped out of the green room to all of her models, Yani, and Myles. Everybody wooped for Syeda’s look for the night.

“Daaaaammmn Mami! You looking hot tonight! Muy Muy caliente!” “Gracias, Jorge!” She bowed to her homie and continued, “Ok everyone, this is it! It’s crunch time. Just to give you a little run down for the confirmed guest list; reps from Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Pink Pyramid, Hermes, plenty of my partners from undergrad have their own fashion lines, photographers looking for models, Ford Models, L.A. Models, and even more. Ya’ll dreams are right past that curtain. I need ya’ll personalities and confidence. Shine like the stars you are, Alright?” Everyone yelled, “Alright!” she continued, “Alright! To UPTXWN!”

The show was every single thing Syd prayed for. The models ATE. The crowd looked satisfied with the show. Byron snapped pictures of everyone walking up and down the runway, Syeda was a nervous wreck the entire show. Biting down on her nails holding on to her best friend’s hands for dear life when she wasn’t changing out her models with her. They finished all of the models final looks she stood behind Gina, as she was the last model to walk out before her. Gina sized her up and rolled her eyes, Syeda gave her a smug look as Yani caught it, she stated, “That bitch is dead to you after this, and if anyone in here asks about her to me, her ass is grass.” Syd just nodded. Every model walked onto the platform and a mic was handed to Yani as she announced her best friend, “And now, the creative behind the UPTXWN styling brand, Syeda Diaz!”

The entire crowd rose in applause as each side of the platform was filled with all twenty-four models, twenty-three of which were following suit in applause. Gina just painted on a fake smile for the spectators. Syeda did her walkthrough and waved each way down the runway. She caught glimpses of all of the faces she’s seen while making a name for herself in the high fashion world as well as the faces of old classmates and her boyfriend. Her face went blank when she saw a face she’d never thought she’d see ever again, her ex boyfriend. Marcellus.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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Panic! At the Movie Theater

Inspired by the @sonofnjobu fic 'Disorderly'.. This one is based on an actual experience I had, but I'm going to age myself up, bring it into the present, and turn the actual male hero into our beloved Erik 😜 This about to be really short.

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It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when you hopped in the car for a cruise with your college buddy, Pablo. He had to make a quick trip to Maryland to take care of personal business that he wouldn't tell you about, no matter how many ways you asked, and since you were from Maryland, you tagged along for the ride.

'You can't come with me to where I'm going, okay, but I'll drop you off somewhere and come back for you then we'll do dinner,' is what he'd told you. Cool with me. You automatically called your best friend from back home to come hang out with you for the evening. Luckily, she was available and thrilled to do so. It'd been a while since you'd seen each other. Afterall, you did choose go to school in a different state.

"What time is your ride coming back?" Nyesha asked as Pablo pulled off. He'd dropped you off at Creektown, a small shopping center in a black community with eateries and an old movie theater. Nyesha was already standing there waiting to attack you with a violent snuggle.

"He's coming back in about four hours. We can catch a movie in the meantime. On me!"

"Sounds good to me, I wanted to watch Incredibles 2 anyway. I been waiting on this movie for years, bitch!"

"Who you tellin? I'm about to punt these anklebiters out of the way right now. Tuh!"

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You look around at all the little kids and the both of you giggle feeling like 8-year-olds yourselves. The movie is a huge win and it has the both of you in heated discussion for the next twenty minutes. Between Jack-Jack's powers, Violet's love life, and Edna Mode there's a lot of ground to cover.

Catching up occurs over a long walk down the strip of outdoor stores. The two of you go in and and of each one, just looking around and touching things. It makes you realize how much you've missed Nyesha's company. The two of you stop into an eatery to grab food and she tells you all about her sister's new relationship and how it won't last.. her brother almost getting arrested.. the guys you used to know, where they are now.. and then her time at the community college. Turns out a lot of people you know chose to go there. You tell her about your college, how it's stressful but you're glad you chose an HBCU.. the job you just applied for at a bookstore.. and your birthday plans. She promises to come see you next and to bring the other two members of your friend group.

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Five hours and two unanswered texts later, Pablo is an hour late. It's past 7 and Best Buy is your final stop. The two of you walk up and down the aisles filling the last bits of time with goofiness. Your phone's battery is getting low so you call Pablo. He doesn't answer and you wait ten minutes to call again.

And then it's 8 p.m.

"Hey girl, I gotta go. You wanna come with? It's getting late." Nyesha had already told you thirty minutes ago she had to go pick up her sister, but decided to wait with you since your ride was supposedly coming any minute. Like she said though, it was getting late.. and Briana had been waiting long enough. The two of you say your goodbyes and she drives off.

9:15 p.m... The Best Buy is closed along with the old movie theater and most of the stores in the strip and then you watch another one close. You'd take an uber somewhere but you don't want to miss Pablo. He should've been here by now. Awkwardly, you stand outside the theater.. alone.. the shops around you, empty and darkened. It was dark outside, period.. and your phone was about to die. You try calling and leaving another text, but he seems hell-bent on ignoring you. You pray he's alright and that he's not dead in a ditch or in a hospital or in danger. A loud laugh comes from the right and you look to see a rowdy group of hood black guys about your age. At this time when everything is closed they seem to be up to no good and you move backward, closer to the theater in an effort to stay concealed. Unfortunately, your movement draws the attention of one and your phone dies.

9:45 p.m.... This is ridiculous and you have no idea where Pablo is or how to find him. Something must be very, very wrong. This is so unlike him! The gaggle of voices increases in volume and you feel the group of guys getting closer. Your adrenaline starts to pump, but you exhale to calm yourself. You refuse to appear afraid. You hold your phone up and pretend to text with an unbothered expression.. your pose is lax, but your feet are positioned to kick or run. If need be, you'll beat someone with the phone. Your eyes flit to a trashcan and there's a green praying mantis sitting there as if it's praying for you. You join in and say a silent prayer pleading with God to keep you safe.

The voices grow closer and then they emerge from the corner. There are four of them and they all look at you in a way that confirms in your mind that they are indeed up to no good. You glance casually, but continue to fake text. They continue laughing amongst themselves while watching you and the vibe makes your skin crawl. One separates from the group and bucks at you suddenly. You don't flinch one bit. Instead your eyes stare bravely through his, cold and unamused.

"Did I scare you," he asks with an expression of dark humor. He's obviously a creep, but he doesn't scare you.

"No," you speak simply and clearly projecting yourself to be more dangerous than you are. You've already anticipated that they'd try something and you were mentally preparing yourself to fight back. Another one circles you like a vulture and you follow him with your eyes, keeping your head still and your ears on all of their movements in case they move abruptly or reach for you. The image you portray is of fearlessness.

"BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE GIRL," a deep voice from behind you booms and the guys all look in its direction causing you to turn to look too. It's a guy in a movie theater uniform and he is BUFF. "Shit," one the guys looks spooked and they all quickly move on to your extreme relief.

"You. Come here," the guy points with a finger motion and you almost run to him as he opens the door to the theater.

"Thank you so much," you say, wide-eyed and breathless. Your tough exterior melts away and he asks you if you're okay.

"Did they touch you? Why are you out here this late on your own?" He was genuinely concerned. A pretty black girl with a uniform appears and zips up her pants. She looks at your young buff angel and then back to you, narrowing her eyes before wrapping her arms around his thick arm possessively.

"Erik, come back. We can finish... what we were doing," she says eyeing you.

"Chill. Now ain't the time," he says pushing her off of him. She scoffs and rolls her eyes at you, obviously pissed. His eyes stay on yours, searching for answers and you tell him your story.

"Okay, well, stay inside. I'll wait with you and if he doesn't show up I'll take you wherever you need to go myself to make sure you get there safely." He looks at the girl to let her know she can leave and she looks like he just stabbed her, but she doesn't leave.

"You don't have to go through all that, really, I'll make it back to VA--"

"Nah. After what I just saw, you need an escort. I wouldn't feel right just letting you go."

Just then a set of headlights approaches and you glance through the door... it's Pablo's car and Pablo looks perfectly fine. When you turn back to Erik, he nods releasing you and you smile. Before you go, you spin to give him a tight hug, catching him off guard.

"Thank you for being my guardian angel!"

He smiles at you showcasing his dimples and pats you on the head giving you a brief kiss on the forehead.

"Be safe, babygirl."

With that, he sends you off and you wave goodbye as you duck into the car. When Pablo pulls off, your attention snaps to his extreme tardiness.

"Where were you? Pablo, I called you like ten times and texted you. You said four fuckin hours!"

"My bad, my phone died and I lost track of the time." Pablo looked fully unconcerned and it Pissed. You. Off.

"So that's it.... you just.. lost track of time..," the frustration painted your tone and Pablo started to show some concern. Fuckin finally. You don't even tell him what happened to you resolving never to hang with him again. If there was anything you learned from the experience it was that there are people out there who have your back. Unfortunately, Pablo is not one of them. Thank God for the Eriks of the world.

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Notes: *Pablo was actually my dad *I was like 15 not in college *guys were older and so was the theater worker, probably like 18-20 *theater worker did not flirt but he did scare the guys off and unlock the door for me until my dad came *dad was actually pretty clueless lol

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mybias-and-i · 7 years

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THE UNDERGROUND RAPPER

A Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon Fanfiction (College AU) (Reader X JiYong)

Summary: Kwon JiYong has a secret: he lives a double life. At College, he’s a normal student like many others; but like in SuperHero movies, at night he turns: - not into Spiderman, not into Batman, but into G-Dragon - an underground rapper. One of the main reasons why he keeps his rapper life a secret is because his parents highly disapprove such thing. ‘’Kwon JiYong? My son is the best student in his class; we expect him to become either a lawyer or a doctor.’’ Hidden tattos under layers of cotton sweaters and fiercy eyes hidden behind a pair of nerdy glasses is his daily disguise. But will his secret last? What’ll happen when he gets assigned to tutor you and inevitably falls for you? Will he show you to his secret life? Or will you be kept in the shadows as well?

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CHAPTER 5

Myungwoo University Hospital was huge! And you rarely come to the part of the actual hospital, having lessons on the opposite building. So, much to your worry, you were late, and undoubtedly lost.

You cursed at yourself for taking so long on the changing room that you ended up being left behind. Since you’re all becomig interns next semester and will be able to perform and participate in actual minor surgeries, you were expected to start watching some ongoing surgeries from now on.

The problem is, you don’t know where to go, and the surgery starts in 15 minutes. You crouched down on the sofa, staring aimlessly at the rushing and busy doctors running from side to side. You were in for a long scolding later.

Meanwhile, bouncing on the black, plastic seat was Kwon JiYong - sharp eyes glaring to the small stage as two of tonight oppponents, a JooHeon dude and a Min Yoongi, known underground as Suga, performed against each other.

JiYong mentally scoffed at the male’s choice of artistic name - was it supposed to make him look sweet? A softy? Though he hated to admit, the kid was farely good for a newby, and he was - hands off - spitting fire. JiYong almost felt bad for the other rapper…almost.

He glanced down at his wrist watch for the 100th time that night. He had to be at the University at 11pm to avoid any scolding from Mr.Kim, though he doubts that’d be the case, since all teachers rather kiss his butt then as much as raise their voice at their precious student.

He sighed, fixing his black face mask and his turtle neck shirt. The amount of people tonight was insane, and the building, being old, lacked of air conditioner. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and groaned. If he didn’t perform now, he wouldn’t get to the surgery on time.

“Is the almighty G-Dragon showing signs of nervousness?” Daniel Lee joked, sitting by JiYong and handing him a bottle of water. His stage name was Tablo, and he was one of the oldest rappers in the building.

JiYong knew he was insulted by many rappers for his nasal voice when rapping, though he couldn’t care less and knew his different voice made him stand out, different. Unique.

He snorted, bowing in silent appreciation to his Hyung, and accepting the water bottle. He chug half of it in one sip, earning a lopsided grin from Tablo.

“Thirsty?”

JiYong didn’t answer, eyes going back to his watch. Tablo clicked his tongue and nodded his head. “I see, you have somewhere you need to be.”

“This week’s going to the dogs.” the younger rapper mumbled.

“That bad?”

“You have no idea.” JiYong’s mind racked over the whole week, starting from the nights he couldn’t sleep thanks to the drunk roommate he had to share the dorm with (who loved to sing in his sleep), back to the stress lessons was causing him, his mother’s call, losing his lyric book, and more recently, the girl from his class who had approached him in the library. “Ah,” he sighed “I just want this damned week to be over with.”

“You’re up next,” he informed “just go up there and vent all those emotions to the crowd. Make ‘em go wild. And then leave to wharever you gotta do.”

JiYong nodded his head, drinking the rest of the bottle’s contents and raising from his seat. He bowed to his Hyung and headed backstage, throwing the now empty plastic container on the trash and grabbing a mic. He waited for Suga and JooHeon to finish and prepared for his solo rap. He had been working on a track lately, it was his most recent one. He’d be doing it tonight.

The blonde kid, Suga, left the stage victorious, sending him a slight nod, which JiYong reciprocated. The crowd went wild upon the drop of his beat. He had worked on it whenever he had time, and even though he still had some things he wanted to fix about this track, he knew he still had great chances of winning tonight. JiYong adjusted the black cap on his head, taking in a deep breath and started doing what he does best.

I’m just wild and young I’m just wild and young Do it just for fun

(Hello) My name is me and choice (Hello) Yes sir, I’m one of a kind I’m a bear that can do a lot of tricks — no, more like a fox (Hello, hello, hello) Yes sir, I’m one of a kind I’m an annoying snob Cause I’m quite expensive

I’m there at just one phone call, number 1988-0818 Someone try to hold me back, I’m ranked number one Because I’m different, because that’s me! because no matter what I do, chaos ensues because i make trend, because i change everything This talent will never leave me

Get back, are you kidding with me? Young and rich — that describes me So I’m fast so what is okay Are you kidding me? I’m not kidding you

The bass shook the walls, shook the ground, shook all of his system. He felt alive, though his whole body ached. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, not opening bodies and listen to people complain about their health.

JiYong moved accordingly to the rythm, mouth spitting word after word as he danced across the stage.

This little boy comes out and owns the stage

Can’t seem to like him, keep seeing him

Just follow me, follow me, just follow me, follow me, Follow me follow me follow follow me follow follow me

(Hello) Yes sir, I’m one of a kind I’m a bear that can do a lot of tricks — no, more like a fox (Hello, hello, hello) Yes sir, I’m one of a kind I’m an annoying snob Cause I’m quite expensive (Get out)

He finished with a shout, boucing his mic in the air and staring as people clapped and cheered for his performance. Indeed, he felt alive.

He started walking backstage, glacing to the next rapper - Woo JiHo, Zico - and nodding his head slightly. Though Zico ignored him and climbed onto the stage. JiYong smirked amused at the younger’s attitude, deciding to not dwell on it and grabbing a small towel to wipe his sweat.

“The kid’s got a bad temper, but he’s damn good,” Tablo smirked. “Had fun?”

“The most I’ve had in a while.” JiYong wished he could do this everynight, having the adrenaline still pumping through his veins keeping his mind off of any trouble. “When’s the next?”

“No one knows, right?” Tablo chuckled, sitting on a stool and checking his phone. “That’s the beauty of it.”

JiYong caught a glance of the time in Tablo’s phone - 11:05pm - and nearly fell down the last step. “Shit, I’m late.”

“Need a ride?” Tablo questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No, no need for that, I’ll get a Uber. Bye man.” He grabbed his black bag from the floor in a rush.

“Dude, you’re not staying to hear the results?” Tablo stood from the stool, eyes wide and scanning the jumpy boy. It was the first time he saw him act like this.

“Let me know later, yeah? Gotta go.”

You groaned loudly, catching the attention of several patients on the waiting area. 5 minutes ago, you had decided to venture through the confusing hallways of the hospital, trying to get some directions - but were mostly ignored. Apparently, there had been a huge accident on the highway and hundreds of people have been transported to this hospital (since it was the closest and the top hospital in the country). Therefore, everyone was busier.

You had found the waiting area by yourself, plopping down on the blue couch next to a couple, and an elder woman. Soon enough though, four people turned into ten, then twenty, and now - you weren’t even sure. The space was suffocating you, and you couldn’t ignore the looks they were giving you since you were wearing a doctor’s gown. Did they think you were a doctor here? Were they wondering why you weren’t helping them? And why you were here, with them?

You glanced back to the clock on the wall. 11:20pm, it read. The surgery had started 20 minutes ago and you were sure the professor has already noticed you’re missing. You couldn’t check your phone or call Yuna or any other person, since your phones had to stay at the lockers - sajangnim orders.

“Aish,” you sighed, hands massaging your temple “What do I do?”

As if an angel had fallen down from the sky, your eyes watched in slow motion as a boy rushed outside the glass doors, arms swinging as he put on his white medical gown and quikly reaching inside the front pocket - retrieving black framed glasses. You recognized the word intern written at the pocket and nearly fell down your chair - you weren’t the only one late.

Your hand fell from your face in content disbelief as you saw the boy - who had his bak turned to you - look around the signs helplessly.

Nor the only one lost! A small giggle escaped you and you rose from the seat - much too quickly, which again earned you unnecessary attention - and rushed to the glass door, in the best of your ability, apologizing as you managed your way among the sick crowd of people.

Your eyes widened in concern when you noticed the boy started walking away, probably having figure out where to go, and you jumped, waving your hand in the air as to dumbly try to get the attention of someone who couldn’t even see you. “Wait, wait. Don’t go.”

Your frustation grew to dangerous levels and you could feel the tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. You were so close to the door, but everyone was crowding it. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached it and were able to get outside. A big sigh of relief left your lungs and you ran toward the direction you saw the boy leave.

You kept glancing at every corner as you ran, reaching a flight of stairs. “Ah, where did he go?” you mumbled, munching on your bottom lip when some movement upstairs caught your attention. “Oh,” you yelped, seeing the boy from earlier walk away. “Yah! W-wait,” you called, running up the stairs. You kept telling the boy to stop, picking up your pace, though carefull not to fall. You noticed his steps slowing down and finally coming to a stop, causing you to crash against his back when you extended your arm to try and pull on his gown. A huff left your lips and you nearly fell back, if it weren’t for the pair of arms holding onto your waist. Your eyes, previously closed as you waited for the impact that never came, slowly opened, and you found yourself staring at a pair of intense black orbs, shining mysteriously behind his glasses.

A/N: I made this chapter longer to compensate my lack of updates and the smaller chapters before. Hope you enjoy!! Please send me your feedback, to know what you think of it so far. WHO do you think is the boy?:D kkk! And what are your predictions for the next chapter? Thanks for reading…XX

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sebassstian-stan · 7 years

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20-ish Hours in LA [Self Para]

[Takes place between Saturday afternoon and late Sunday morning.]

“What’s this meeting for again, babe?” Minka asked as she and Sebastian watched the large digital board change the status of his flight, the gate finally being displayed. Picking up his hand luggage – he knew he wouldn’t be there long enough to justify a checked back – he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Minka’s lips in response.

Sebastian had planted the seed weeks ago that he might have out to LA to meet with some studio executives for his next Marvel jaunt, the details of which he couldn’t discuss. While he hadn’t meant ‘executives’ in the terms the two of them were used to in their line of work – Sebastian felt it was close enough to the truth to assuage his conscience from misdirecting her away from why he was really going: to meet with her father, Rick.

With a wink, he assured her brightly, “gotta see a guy about a metal arm tomorrow morning, then a quick pop in to meet with my agent out there; then I’ll be back late tomorrow afternoon. Not even twenty-four hours, you won’t even know I’ve been gone,” he smiled, besotted, and cupped her cheek to kiss her again. Knowing time was counting down, Sebastian shouldered his bag and wove their fingers together, nodding his head as he lead them towards the blessedly short security line. Knowing Minka couldn’t go any further without her own ticket, Sebastian spent a few more minutes kissing his girlfriend; running his hands through her hair, and finally pulled back to bend down and press their foreheads together, despite their height difference.

Looking into her eyes, his heart beat out an even tempo: you’re it. You’re it. You’re it. Feeling deep in his bones that this was the right move, that this woman was the person he wanted to spend his life with. Grinning widely, he pressed his lips against her forehead, he murmured against her skin, “Minka Kelly, I love you all day,” quietly to keep the precious words between them in the bustling terminal, “and I cannot wait to see you tomorrow.”

With a final kiss, and a wink at her telling him to not stress out too much on his flight – already a lost cause, since the moment they parted Sebastian felt his palms begin to sweat – he made his way towards the gate, every step closer causing the small velvet box in his pocket to press happily against his thigh.

Settling into his seat, Sebastian ran a nervous hand through his hair before digging his phone out of his pocket. He considered the device for a moment, glancing around to see if any of the still incoming passengers were paying attention to him. Noting more of them were focused on finding their way to their seats, he thumbed open the camera function, and turned the camera onto selfie mode, feeling slightly ridiculous but the need to document this moment winning out.

To say that Rick hasn’t been the easiest person for Sebastian to get to know was an understatement. Between the not to veiled comparisons between Sebastian, his superhero alter-ego, and the not unimpressive men Minka had dated before him, it had taken Rick’s particular brand of ‘good-natured initiation’ five, long days to get under Sebastian’s skin far enough that he had exploded at Minka during one of their rare arguments. Since then – much to the credit of the woman herself, who had told her father to dial it down – Rick had begun to give Sebastian more of than a snowball’s chance in hell for the two men to form a relationship of their own.

Though it had taken some time, they had eventually found commonalities between them that extended beyond their shared love for Minka. Now, he was used to receiving trash-talking updates about NBA teams, and had a growing stack of “educational” classic rock mix CD’s, ones Rick still used actual CD’s for and hand wrote liner notes (also trash talking those artists Rick knew personally) – all of which delighted Sebastian to no end.

Smiling to himself at the irony, Sebastian pulled up one of the many, too-long-titled CD’s from Rick that Sebastian had uploaded into his iTunes and leaned back into the stiffly upholstered seat of his Uber, slowly making its way through typically horrendous Saturday night LA traffic. Checking his phone, he shot off a quick text to the woman this whole trip was about letting her know he was on his way to his hotel, safe and sound.

Tony, who’d accompanied Sebastian on multiple afternoons of sneaking to jewelry stores under strict confidence, even from his mother, had originally been the only person he’d divulged his real intentions of visiting the West coast. The following week, in a fit of nervousness and uncertainty, he’d confided in Zach what he’d been planning, relieved and bolstered once again that he’d been making the right choice by his friend’s excitement and encouragement.

However, that didn’t make the thirteen hours Sebastian had ahead of him, ones separating him from meeting with Rick the following morning, any less nerve wracking. Pulling his lips into a considering frown, he momentarily wished that he’d alerted one of his friends in LA that he was going to be in town - his previous paranoia that Minka would somehow get wind of what he was planning preventing him from reach out to someone. He checked his watch and realized he wouldn’t want to wake Zach’s kids to call him - and calling Tony at this hour would absolutely alert his mother that something was up. The person he really wanted to call and talk to, the one who always assuaged his concerns and grounded him when he was spiraling, ironically, was the one person he couldn’t talk to this about. Unplugging his phone from where it was half-charged, he called up the camera application once again, sitting himself at the edge of his all-too-empty bed, and considered what to say.

Sebastian then attempted to channel his emotional energy into rehearsing the words that had started off as an anxiety-fueled ramble, but which had eventually taken shape into a nearly eloquent testament of love and devotion. One Sebastian hoped would be enough to convey to Rick exactly what his daughter meant to him, how seriously Sebastian had thought about what he was asking for Rick’s blessing over, and how desperately he need him to say yes.

Sometime around three o’clock in the morning, Sebastian had dozed off, fully clothed, on top of the hotel bed. Startling awake without the assistance of an alarm, he swam up through the last vestiges of sleep, jolting into complete consciousness as he realized he had just enough time to shower, make himself presentable, and make his way over to the cafe where Rick had suggested they meet for an early lunch. Biting down on a groan when his Uber, once again, encountered a traffic jam destined to make him a few minutes late, he shot off a quick text to let Rick know, feeling relieved when the man responded that he had no other plans that day.

Laughing at the ridiculousness of his Sebastian’s careful timing going to shit because he hadn’t factored in the street congestion the city was infamous for, he took advantage of the delay to slide his trusty iPhone out of his back pocket and began to film.

“Fifteen minutes late but no entourage? What kind of movie star are you?” Rick asked with a wry smile, standing to shake Sebastian’s hand. The younger man was grateful when, in a subconscious movement fueled by nerves from being late, the hug he went in for with Minka’s father wasn’t rejected or treated unusually. While they hadn’t hit it off to nearly the extent with which Sebastian’s own parents embraced Minka, upon their return home from their New Year’s trip to Hawaii, Sebastian had received a surprisingly candid and thoughtful email from Rick, apologizing for his rough demeanor – and that her father was trying meant a lot to Sebastian. Despite their growing bond, Sebastian knew this was cashing in all the good favor he’d earned from the man, and tried to keep himself from immediately chugging the glass of water waiting for him at the table.

Keeping the conversation light between them, Sebastian found that he actually enjoyed Rick’s company these days. The man was an endless fountain of knowledge about music and navigating the, sometimes tumultuous, entertainment industry, and was generous with his stories about some of the wilder nights of his extensive career. Filling the other man in on the projects he’d been working on recently – including Rick’s insistence Sebastian listen to his daughter and retire his long-gone mustache for good – he waited until they had finished their meals and waiter had been served their after-lunch coffees to the table before he sat forward in his seat and took a deep breath.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something else,” he fixed Rick with a smile he hoped didn’t betray the way his heart started thumping into overdrive. “Do you remember a while ago, after the last time we were in LA, you sent me an email and told me that my relationship with Minka was going to end up one of two ways?”

“I remember,” Rick said, the edges of his mouth curling as he settled back in his chair.

“Good,” Sebastian said with a smile before shifting his weight to one side to pull a small box from his pocket. Opening it, he glanced down at the sparkling ring nestled in the black velvet before placing the box on the table facing the other man. “Rick, I want nothing more than to ask your daughter to marry me,” Sebastian watched as Rick slipped on one of the, undoubtedly, seven pairs of glasses on his person and picked up the box, inspecting the ring closely, “but I’d like your blessing as her father first.” Feeling a prickling cap of sweat break out over his scalp at the older man’s continued silence, Sebastian forced himself not to fidget in his seat.”

“Why?” Rick drawled eventually, placing the ring box back on the table and waving away a hovering waiter.

The question threw Sebastian, all of his carefully planned words flying out of his head at the unexpected turn of the conversation. “Why do I want to marry her?” When Rick nodded, Sebastian felt a small crease form between his brows as he shook his head once, and stared down at the table, fearing this wasn’t going to be as simple as he’d been anticipating.

“Because she’s the most important person in my life - and the best person I know. Her happiness makes me happy, and when she’s not, I want to set the world on fire to find out why. I want to champion her victories and comfort her after her losses. And I know with every part of me, that no one on earth will ever love or care for your daughter more than me.” Sebastian cut himself off before he started rambling further, licking his lips nervously and glancing up to see his lunch date smirking back at him, clearly amused.

“She ever tell you you’re a little dramatic sometimes?” Rick laughed, shaking his head back, but not unkindly.

Sebastian huffed good naturedly, realizing now that the question had been a teasing one, “all the time,” he grinned. “That or she’s telling me how stubborn I am.”

“Sounds like her,” Rick agreed fondly, before clasping his hands together on the tabletop. “I’m not going to sit here and give you a shovel talk, Sebastian,” Rick said with near uncharacteristic seriousness, changing the tone of their conversation again and catching Sebastian off guard. “I think you and I both know that I won’t stand for anyone hurting my daughter; she’s been jerked around enough.” Sebastian nodded, pursing his lips as flashes of stories about the woman in question’s cheating, lying, and uncommitted exes floated through his head.

“I agree,” Sebastian said with an edge of defensiveness creeping into his tone, both at the thought Rick could ever lump him in with them, but more so that Rick thought he would think Minka deserved anything less than everything.

“I know you make her happier than she’s ever been; which is all I want for my little girl.” He tapped the table in front of the ring box “and I have no doubt this is going to make her even happier.” Motioning to the still-hovering waiter with an irritated glance they’d like their check, Rick waited until they were alone again to continue, “and yes, of course you have my blessing – she’d murder me if I said otherwise - and I don’t doubt your love for her. From what I’ve seen of the two of you together, and the way she goes on about you on the phone,” he complained good-naturedly, “she’s just as gone on you as you are on her.” He met Sebastian’s eyes seriously before smirking, “s’a very nice ring, Hollywood.”

“Well, you have a very nice daughter, sir,” Sebastian retorted smartly, mouth curling proudly when Rick laughed loudly in the quiet restaurant. Quickly settling the bill, after Sebastian insisting on paying the check much to Rick’s dismay, the pair exited the restaurant into the pleasant Californian sunshine. Ambling over to the valet stand, Sebastian had to check the grin on his face more than once, hands nearly shaking, giddy with relief and excitement, as a single thought danced through his head: this was happening.

“Here’s me,” Rick said as a tiny, classic convertible slowed to a stop in front of the valet check, to Sebastian’s complete lack of surprise. “Where’s your meeting? Let me drop you,” Rick offered kindly.

“I – uh,” Sebastian stammered, shouldering his backpack more securely. “That’s okay, I can just,” hitching a thumb over his shoulder, “call an Uber.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not on a schedule – where you headed?”

“I’m… uh, the airport, actually?” Sebastian’s voice climbed in pitch as he realized he hadn’t through this part of the plan all the way through.

“The airport?”

“Yeah, I – I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“Seb?” Rick interrupted, the diminutive sounding unfamiliar on his tongue, “did you come all the way out here just to have lunch with me?” Rick said, tone and expression unreadable.

Feeling the tell-tale heat in his cheeks, Sebastian held Rick’s gaze for a few moments before insisting, “no.”

Seeing it for the blatant lie that it was, the older man barked out another loud laugh, throwing an arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and jostling him twice as the engine of the tiny, red car rumbled loudly, awaiting them.

Later, Sebastian wouldn’t remember the details of what they’d talked about for those forty minutes, or really any salient detail about their trip to the airport. The only thing that stuck with Sebastian was as he once again thanked the older man - the man who would hopefully someday become his father-in-law - for his approval, and the ride, was the bone crushing bear hug that he was pulled into. One that Rick had initiated. His brain skittered offline, quickly rebooting as Rick shook him gently by the shoulders one last time, studying Sebastian over the wire frames of his glasses.

“You’re a good fucking kid,” Rick said gruffly, “you know that? I’m glad you’re sticking around.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” Sebastian smiled, overwhelmed and painfully grateful for the affirmation as Rick gently shoved him towards the automatic doors of LAX, waving a final goodbye in response to the quick beep beep of the car’s parting honk. Patting the box which was once again snuggled comfortably against his leg, Sebastian made his way through the check in line, a renewed excitement to get back to Bayview.

Settling down in the airport lounge with a few moments to spare, Sebastian studied his reflection in the darkened screen of his phone before sliding open the lock, and starting to record his final installment of this journey, laughing delightedly “So, final installment of this ‘road journal’ - that I still don’t know if you’ll ever see - and you’re never going to believe this, babe, but I swear to God your father just hugged me…”

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junker-town · 6 years

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Aaron Maybin’s fight for Baltimore schools won’t end with turning the heat back on

A day with Aaron Maybin in the wake of his viral moment that helped give Baltimore school kids heat in the middle of winter.

A woman Aaron Maybin calls his sister, Catalina, walks into her beauty of a row home in West Baltimore. The house is adorned with nods to civil unrest. Posters of Martin Luther King Jr. with the phrase “Aids Is A Civil Rights Issue” line a shelf in the room next to the kitchen. The walls have pictures of black trumpeters and black amazons with jutting Afros. Angie Thomas and Maya Angelou novels scatter the floor along with Maybin’s own books and flyers for art shows.

A baby is running around the kitchen in blue pajamas, nibbling a green apple. Maybin is on a stool trying to unwind, but his eyes are on his phone, watching an interview that Democratic gubernatorial candidate Ben Jealous is giving about Baltimore’s frigid public schools.

“I’m so tired of these promises, man,” he says, before putting his phone down and walking to another room to do what he says is his 10th interview of the day. He finishes and walks back to the kitchen, relieved to be done. It may be the first time I’ve seen him happy all day.

The night before, Maybin got drunk after dealing with the barrage of his viral moment. It was all too much. The notifications, the messages, political banter, everything.

“How would you feel if your kids sat in a refrigerator for eight hours?”

“Most of the time in Baltimore, we gotta self medicate,” he says. “You’re giving your energy to everybody. You gotta sometimes take care of you.”

Maybin, a former NFL first-rounder turned Baltimore school teacher, often spends his mornings readings to kids at Matthew A. Henson Elementary in Sandtown. Last Wednesday, however, he couldn’t ignore that kids were shivering. The temperature in the room dipped below 40 degrees. Many didn’t have coats. “We can’t be in this space and have a normal day,” he tells me.

Maybin started taping a conversation with his kids on his phone.

“What’s the day been like for you guys today?” he asked them.

“Coldddddd!” his kids responded.

“Very, very, very, very, very, very cold,” a girl said.

“Super, super cold,” another boy said.

“Yesterday I had frost bite!” one last kid said.

Maybin tweeted the video of the exchange and was met with an overwhelming response. Publications swooped to his inbox, and thousands interacted with his Twitter account. He wasn’t expecting the reaction. He thought he was just venting. Maybin was disgusted with Baltimore’s unenthused response to freezing kids. He was fed up with his city.

“How would you feel if your kids sat in a refrigerator for eight hours?” he says. “Like, how do you think my kids are doing? They aren’t doing well.”

The city of Baltimore hasn’t been able to properly heat its classrooms, filled with mostly black children, for years. Baltimore’s heart has always had to fight for a better city — from the 1968 riots, to a fight for school integration in the ’90s, to the Baltimore Uprising after Freddie Gray’s tragic death. It is a city whose history is shaped by activism. People here have seen many calls for change before Maybin’s.

So, it’s not hard to imagine folks asking: “What’s different this time?” when they’ve seen it all before. Maybin is asking for Baltimore’s trust, to believe he can be one of the city’s good stewards.

“Any time we have black men, as teachers, especially in Baltimore, it’s a very powerful thing,” says Kwame Rose, a friend of Maybin’s and prominent activist in the city. “If more black, male athletes came home and did that, it gives kids real-life role models. If one of these athletes comes home and is now their teacher, that’s powerful. That gives kids hope. My hero ain’t on TV. My hero is right in front of me.”

Maybin doesn’t mind being a symbol, but he’s worried about being seen as only that. That’s the crux of his frustration in the days since his viral moment. He got the world’s attention, but attention is fleeting. Maybin wants results.

“We aren’t marching. We don’t have signs. It’s sitting and talking and planning and spreadsheets for the greater good of helping these kids,” Maybin says during the day while typing on his phone. “This is what leads to policy change, to me. This ain’t the sexy side of activism.”

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Kindergarten students at the East Baltimore Community School.

The sun is trying to trick Baltimore into believing it’s warm out. It feels subzero as I wait for Maybin at the bank. He’s coming to deposit money he has collected that will buy hats, coats, and space heaters for children until the school’s heating units are fixed.

“Damn, man,” I say. “It’s cold out here.”

Maybin is slender for a 6’4 former linebacker. His dreads are layered in fourths, an intricate fishtail design, accompanied with a full beard partially covering the scar on the left side of his face.

He grins.

“Ay, man. That’s Baltimore.”

Maybin walks into the bank with two women, Samierra Jones and Valerie Arum.

“We might be at $50,000 right now,” Maybin says. “I think someone about to make a sizable donation. My friend who’s a stylist for Chris Brown said so.”

Truthfully, Maybin has no blueprint for how to do this. Maybin was called well after the GoFundMe was started and became the face of the fundraising effort. Jones, a senior at Coppin State who grew up in the Baltimore school system, began the campaign. “I don’t think people understand,” she says shuffling with her phone at the bank. “We’ve been working at [this] non-stop.”

Jones called Arum, the stepdaughter of a Baltimore school teacher and organizer who helped lead a successful lawsuit that got additional funding for Maryland’s HBCUs, for help. By the time they were posting on social networks, Maybin was going viral. The trio knew each other before the campaign, and Jones and Arum reached out to Maybin. Black women, like many times across America’s organizing history, led this action.

“A lot of people were skeptical that it was two young, black women who started it but that doesn’t matter,” Maybin says. “At the end of the day we know where [the money] is going.”

No one wanted to begin the project without all of them being present for financial transactions. Arum stressed that the important thing is the children.

“There’s a lot of neglect when it comes to city schools, especially in the poorer neighborhoods. Poor neighborhoods don’t benefit the government and the growth of the city,” Arum says. “They are just a liability (to them).”

Since 2009, Baltimore city schools have lost around $66 million in state funding for repairs, according to The Baltimore Sun. Approved projects were more expensive than assumed. Repairs took too long. And any money allocated for new heating systems vanished overnight.

The Maryland Public School Construction Program listed Baltimore City as only having 17 percent of its schools in “good” condition. A 2012 Jacobs Report revealed that only 3 percent of the district’s 18.5 million square footage was built within the last 25 years, 74 percent of which was built between 1946 and 1985.

The result is hundreds of black children being condemned to a bad educational environment, making it harder for them to reach their potentials. And cold kids are only one of Maybin’s fights. Baltimore schoolchildren still can barely drink from water fountains because of a decade of lead contamination in their schools.

“For a long time we’re saying, How is it that you don’t get it?” says Monique Crowley, a 7th grade teacher at nearby Montebello. “For someone to stand up and say, unapologetically, This is what’s happening in the school system and what can we do to fix it. Someone like (Maybin) might be the someone who opens their eyes. He doesn’t have anything to gain or lose.”

The deposit at the bank must wait for another day. Some wires have gotten crossed and the transaction is taking too long. There’s another appointment to get to if he’s to deliver supplies to the city. Three coat drop offs that the trio organized via email just ended. If Baltimore schools are going to warm up any time soon, plenty needs to be done. Maybin buttons up and heads out into the cold.

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Aaron Maybin teaching a group of kids on a field trip to his exhibition at the Frederick Douglass Museum in Baltimore.

Maybin’s life since the viral moment has been frenetic. He’s constantly checking his phone, scrolling through Twitter and texts from unassigned numbers, as we swerve through Baltimore in the back of an Uber.

“Damn I haven’t been able to put this phone down in days,” he says. “If I showed you all the shit I missed, you wouldn’t believe it.”

In addition to a life of fatherhood, painting, and teaching, Maybin has added the balancing act of being a public face at a crucial time. Yes, the money is the reason we’re here. The children are the forefront of this charge. But if he stops checking Twitter, will the kids lose funds? Will J.R. Smith, whose camp is calling him right now, send the food these kids really need? Would Chris Brown, who Maybin met at Art Basel a few times, post about this online?

That’s unknown, but what he’s doing has seemingly yielded results. Bart Scott, the 11-year veteran, sent money. Adam Jones of the Orioles, Torrey Smith of the Eagles, and, yes, Brown, all donated, some calling Maybin personally.

There is no obligation for black athletes to give to troubled communities, but many do. Some donate money. Some donate time. Some donate platforms and voices. There are no perfect protesters; there’s just a need to have consistent ones, especially when no one is watching.

“Guys are always in their communities like this but no one cares,” Maybin says. “They don’t care until it’s a big enough stage and they wanna celebrate it. People love to fetishize poverty. And we’ve accepted that as the societal norm for how we see black people. When you do that, it marginalizes the position of the oppressed person. You trivialize the reality of that person.

“You can see the video of students freezing and cast blame. But who cares whose fault it is? What are we doing about it?”

That’s the crux of Maybin’s fight. He’s often impatient. He dislikes waiting for anything that doesn’t serve whatever he believes is a greater purpose. He enjoys seeing major networks discussing Baltimore. He smiles watching ESPN bring Baltimore’s education crisis to the national public. Ultimately, he cares about the kids, his family, and Baltimore — yet, he knows that publicity is necessary.

Driving along W. Franklin street Maybin stops checking his phone to point toward a barren field. “I grew up that way.”

Maybin grew up in West Baltimore off Edmondson Avenue. His grandfather was a sharecropper who migrated from the South to work in the shipyard of Bethlehem Steel. All of his uncles followed suit. His grandfather had 14 kids and fed the family off his salary, keeping fresh produce at their home from his farm.

Maybin’s father, Michael, wanted him to leave Baltimore and play football in Howard County. The idea was that there might be better somewhere else, if there wasn’t better here. Even if, as his father said, those counties were never made for black people. Though the decision reaped athletic gold, it made Maybin uncomfortable. He’s never felt stable anywhere but Baltimore.

“I don’t wanna be a part of the political machine,” Maybin says. “I feel like it’s hard to trust these people.”

The county life led to State College, an All-American career at Penn State, a first-round pick, and pro stints in Buffalo and New York. Maybin retired his parents with his rookie contract and got them homes in Hilton Head, S.C. He told them to design their dream house. And, ever the artist, he etched and “built that shit.”

This is his first full year as a teacher. He’s not yet full time. He wouldn’t have much time to be at school five days a week, anyway, because of art exhibitions, book signings, and speaking engagements. When he started his Project Mayhem foundation in 2009, he centered it on schools that lost art programs to budget cuts.

Maybin left football because he said he was unfulfilled. After being released from Cincinnati, teams still wanted to meet. He was packing his bags to visit Indianapolis when everything in him told him no.

“I didn’t wanna convince a whole locker room of dudes I didn’t bang with that I was gonna help get a Super Bowl,” he says. “My heart wasn’t in it.”

He was more passionate about artwork and grassroots organizing. He had made enough money to survive. His parents had a new house. What he was doing off the field felt more important.

“It’s always been a game to me. It was a kids game I happened to be good at,” he says. “What I’m doing now is fighting for kids to fight for the same opportunities I was blessed to do. This is now where my heart is at.”

Detractors have attacked him and the GoFundMe — some with legitimate concerns, he admits.

Some have said that buying and placing “dangerous” space heaters in classrooms isn’t a viable solution. Power outlets can short circuit, though Maybin says he has scheduled fire crews to do walk-throughs of certain schools to see what is possible.

Some have said that his effort isn’t doing anything, that this is too short-sighted. Some schools have more issues than just temperature. The kids need books, too, and less lead in their drinking water. Many items donated cannot be approved without the agreement of the city.

Given that, it’s easy for cynics to say that his efforts are useless. That thinking implies, to Maybin, that black lives are secondary, and he has no patience for it.

“There’s a lot of work here. I’ll drive myself crazy making sure we have to do what we said we can do,” Maybin says. “When I put my name on something, if I’m asking for folks to donate, I’m in it for the long haul.”

His first step is raising money. The next step is meeting with the lawmakers of the city. Maybe they can match his donations. Maybe they’d be willing to hear a new voice. He’s desperate for anything, really.

“We can’t have this be a singular solution.”

Maybin grapples with worry. He has it himself. Change might not be coming to Baltimore, but Maybin cannot afford to believe that.

“What should I do? Would you rather me teach these kids, look them in the eye, and let them shiver?” he says. “No. My students will never be cold again.”

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Aaron Maybin and his daughter, Tacori.

We pull up to Celestial Cafe, a beauty salon turned cramped political fundraising camp, on Belair Road. Marques Dent, a man running for delegate in Baltimore, invited Maybin to speak to donors.

It’s a room full of black people discussing Baltimore’s school district. These are voters, fundraisers, and suits of the city willing, at least during election season, to care about the issues Maybin has organized around.

Wale plays as folks eat salmon cakes. Maybin is thanked by people he has never seen. He feels an obligation to meet donors, but this isn’t really his scene. People pull him in every direction for hugs and handshakes. The colorful ascots and velvet jackets clash with his pea-colored bomber. This is often the job of the advocate, to schmooze and booze with the best in the city in hopes that they’ll care about the fight of the day.

Maybin is offered food and sheepishly pushes it away. “You sure?” Dent asks. “Yeah. I ate before I came.” Maybin says. He backs out of pictures he doesn’t think are mandatory. He shakes hands only when necessary. As he tries to move out of the way of the crowd, he awkwardly leans on several light switches, inadvertently turning off about half the lights at the small fundraiser.

For now, Maybin has an audience, and that’s all that matters. If a politician can glad-hand his way through a crowd and reassure Maybin that something will be done about freezing kids in Baltimore, then this effort could be worthwhile. That is, if something is done. It may be easier to care about black people in the warmth of a gala than it is in the middle of a cold street.

“I don’t wanna be a part of the political machine,” Maybin says. “I feel like it’s hard to trust these people.”

As he says that, more constituents ask about his latest book, but the conversation shifts.

“Aaron, before you go, she wants you to draw something for her,” one woman says.

“Oh. Uh, I really don’t do that,” Maybin says.

“No, I just want you to sketch this for a tattoo,” the woman says.

“Why, the tattoo artist can’t do that?” Maybin says, giving a strained smile.

The lights begin to shut off and Maybin shakes the last few hands in the place while turning toward the door.

“I need to find the exact stipulations out before I leave the house,” he says. “I wasn’t really cool with this. It strayed from what I’m doing. I don’t need people to pat me on the back. I wanna know how we will fix this as a collective. But I don’t wanna come off as an angry black man.”

It’s nearly 10 p.m. The day has dragged. He starts talking to a man known as “O.”

“We raised $55,000 today.”

“$60,000,” I say, having just checked. (As of publication, the campaign had raised nearly $79,000.)

“Wow.” He leans his head back, then exhales. “Sixty fucking thousand in two days!”

“You the man!” someone yells.

He thinks for a second. “This is incredible. But even with 60 grand we might be able to really help one or two [schools],” Maybin says.

“Even with all this,” he sighs. “This is a Band Aid on a shotgun wound.”

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