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jiminrings · 3 years

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hi hi, for the requests,,,,how about doctor!hoseok who "just doesn't have time for a fickle thing like love" and nurse y/n who hoseok was not impressed by because of some bad first impression but y/n still smiles and greets him and has mad respect for him but is a bit intimidated by him cause, "w-why does the doctor never smile?" and maybe one day nurse y/n gets a paper cut while skimming through reports and updating hoseok and doctor hoseok has,,,,cute 'mang' bandaids in his drawers????

no time for love

drabble week: day one

drabble week masterlist

pairing: doctor!hoseok x nurse!y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "if something happens to you, you come to me — not to the receptionist you like chatting with on your lunch breaks."

notes: my first entry for drabble week :D all the requests i got for this week are god-tier and i made big effort to make all of this good and ready to go in the soonest!!! i may also be writing this in the middle of the busiest weeks of my last semester, but oh well hee-hee :D

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

"question."

namjoon audibly groans, feeling his soul lift away from his body because there you are again

today's a pretty slow day,, considering that you work in the emergency room!!

you've only had two patients come in so far —

first was the guy who ate too much homemade cookie dough wITHOUT baking the flour and now has an E. coli infection :D

the second was a girl who fractured her arm from falling off the hammock she installed on her ceiling (very valid!!!!)

slow days could be good for the emergency room

namjoon seems to think otherwise <3

"no."

you pout because your senior of like lol five months is already answering you and you haven't even asked yet!! you've always known that joon is a little snippy around the edges but this is just tough love

"but-"

he sighs, trying to occupy himself with even the visitor sheets so that he could pass the time faster, "no, y/n. the prewrap is not for you, and i'm not helping you make it as your headband.

BOOO

it was just one hundred time(s)!! your friend who's still in uni is a soccer captain and she does it all the time!! doesn't even budge in the slightest bit

"that wasn't it, joonie," you whine and the nickname's slowly starting to grow on him, just only irritated a notch lower

you actually lower your voice and lean closer, and your whole demeanor's changed too and namjoon doesn't know WHY he also leaned in, but his curiosity outpowers his eyesore for your cheerful nature

"but is uh, is dr. jung single?"

oh my god

namjoon feels compelled to wrap you with a white sheet <3

"our parents are the ones who's friends, not us us!!"

ok fair point

they're not even childhood friends like people thought they were

he doesn't even know how people knew they were related to a degree somehow!!!!

sometime just five years ago, their parents kept bumping to each other at a vacation cruise and they just hIT it off when their team won in charades

he may not acknowledge it now, but namjoon does have the tendency to consider his friends not his friends and his best friends as strangers

see!!! that's why namjoon treats you like he treats the pickles in his burger!!!

he doesn't <3

"you probably know something but you just don't realize it," you counter and that's what makes him deadpan, putting away his clipboard before settling to look you in the eye

"wanna know what i know?"

"are you kidding? i went to nursing school for-"

"hoseok probably hates you. he looks like he’s still holding a grudge after meeting you for the first time."

???

what is namjoon talk-

NO???!?!?

goosebumps rise on your skin automatically and your neck just tWITCHES upon thinking about it

today's an extra chirpy day :D

you bought new laundry detergent right after your shift the night before, and safe to say that you had the time of your life staying up to do ur laundry

the unlikely mix of lavender, vanilla, tHEN sunflowers make up for a god-tier scent on your scrubs

you'd be lying if you didn't think of diluting it with water then putting it in a spray bottle to serve as perfume

eau de laundry <3

oh oh you ALSO ate a legitimate breakfast and not just munching on finger foods because you're in a rush to leave

the elevator ride from the carpark is also nice since you're alone this time a-

lol maybe not

you hold out the door, eyes looking out in instinct

wow

alright

this is a little... breathtaking

you obviously dON'T know the guy but he's also wearing the hospital scrubs!! you've worked both day and graveyard shifts but you've never really seen him before

he's immensely pretty and your throat just tightens and you swallow immediately

he gives a timid smile when you do, backpack slung from his shoulder and a plethora of things all balanced on his right hand

you SHOULD know him, right??

omg wait a second

"hey cutie!!! are you the intern that's starting today?"

the guy wasn't doing anything in the first place, but the way he just freezes is beyond noticeable

what did you just do :((

"hey, it's okay!! don't be nervous. i had my first day here about, two years ago?? i was so nervous that my supervisor offered me an adult diaper."

what the fUCK did he just walk into

you don't notice the way the guy's face twists from offense to irritation, mouth slightly parted and his brows knitting together at the center

"i hope you're gonna be the one who's shadowing me. i can't wait! good luck :D"

the elevator stops at the right moment, looking back to wave at him goodbye but you sCREECH in your tracks when there's a whole group of people outside the elevator

uhhh why are all the doctors gathered here

what's namjoon even doing there???

the guy from behind you sighs and steps outside, immediately having his hair ruffled as a white coat gets wrapped around his shoulders hastily

dr. jung hoseok

hoseok definitely didn't expect for the whole floor to come welcome him but alright he'll take it ://

the light in your face and soul probably left the same time that DR. JUNG (!!!!) did

namjoon narrows his eyes at you because what are yOU doing there???? and why do you look as stiff as an actor from a netflix original

"hey man," joon goes for a side hug with hoseok, the doctors surrounding them probably looking stunned that all the formalities are ditched

"what's her name?" hoseok spares you a careless glance and namjoon does a double-take to why he'd even ask (and what he should interrogate you not-so-casually for)

"that'd be y/n."

hoseok clicks his tongue, sparing one last look at you before he shakes his head once then leaves

joon's not a man of gossip culture but he whistles as soon as the doctors are all out of earshot, patting your shoulders because you look like your circulation's been cut-off

"now what did you do to piss off one of the most patient people that i know?"

remembering any detail from that interaction makes you want to cry so bad

not to mention dELETE yourself!!!

"b-but that was six months ago!! it's just that he looked so young a-and-"

"you've been trying to remedy that blunder for six months too, but he's not budging. yes, y/n, i've memorized it already."

:((

it feels unfixable at this point

hoseok told namjoon before that he doesn't have time for a fickle thing like love and it's been stamped on your mind ever since

good thing you don't love him!!!

hehe

ok wait

it might just be a little crush even if you decimated yourself in front of him

every morning when you come to work, you deliver coffee to the breakroom and it must be when hoseok's also there bc that's the whole point lol

you don't just buy one for him because that's TOO obvious

"morning, doc!!" is your go-to and you can't tell if it's also his

you get a :-] in exchange

you're always smiling and the other nurses are just in love with you

you always try to compliment dr. jung on something and you've honestly never really ran out of material

but at THIS rate???? where you've made approximately zero to none progress?? passing out is what you'll do

"he hates me, tae."

when namjoon doesn't listen (he always does but he just rarely reciprocates your energy), that's when your work husband comes in!!

he would hate it when you tell him he isn't your work husband though

taehyung's the receptionist you'd probably work through unvaccinated kids for

he matches your energy and he finds you the perfect work wife too because he's RESTLESS with just sitting behind a desk!! he needs someone to ramble to!!

"you're probably overthinking it. must be all that overcompensation," he's snacking on chips, hugging his cardigan but not before trying to wipe off the crumbs on your scrubs

"watch this," you tap his thigh hurriedly, clearing your throat before turning to hoseok who happens to be walking down the hall

"hey doc! new stethoscope? i love-"

he walks past you, ignoring you entirely

"yeah he does hate you!!"

taehyung sounds amused, letting out a hearty laugh considering how perfectly-aligned that went

he rubs circles on your back, still standing because you're too frustrated to even sit down

"just give it time."

"i gave it half a year!"

yikes

hmmm that does sound tragic

"maybe he just doesn't want to be your friend? if he's not affected by ignoring you, then you shouldn't be either."

wow

taehyung tends to be rEALLY honest

but he's like an endearing kind of honest

he spoke the thoughts from the back of your head, and hearing it from someone else just makes the gears in your head turn

is it really that ridiculous

"oh so like i stop smiling at him so he'd miss me?? like that???"

you... are hopeless

"no.... i wasn't proposing a plan,,, i was proposing a solution to make you not look like a fool."

you deflate at that, the entire plan being 2d making it boring for you

"oh,, i hate it then."

you physically shrug off your thoughts, nudging taehyung so he could scoot over and you'd have one buttcheek each on his chair

maybe you're just gonna try to ignore hoseok today

it's probably for the better

"anything new today?"

you check up on taehyung as usual, knowing that you'd get atleast one decent conversation today

"about twenty people asked me where the restroom is today, even if we just got huge boards hung to say where it is."

taehyung juts his bottom lip, turning his head to look at you when you're doing the exact same thing

"how 'bout you?"

oh wow you're sitting so close

taehyung's really pretty

that's your work husband right there!! :D

there's a harsh drop of a clipboard on the front desk, making the both of you jolt and knock your foreheads together

"y/l/n. rounds. no one else is available."

DR. JUNG??????

HOSEOK????

is he okay

he looks agitated

kinda looks like someone just stepped on his work sneakers intentionally over and over again

you're more perplexed with his expression rather than the fact that dr. jung IS talking to you

"doc...? i think namjoon's-"

hoseok only deadpans, tilting his head because it's yOU who's hesitating now

"am i asking for him or you?"

right

very right

you say goodbye to taehyung even if your break technically isn't over yet, picking up the clipboard wordlessly before following

it just goes like this

you narrating things to hoseok, him asking you, and nO conversation at all

you really didn't expect anything else

BUT THE THING IS

you weren't trying either!!!

you don't try to point out his new shoes or compliment his new stethoscope

what you didn't know is that hoseok's been sneaking glances at you the wHOLE entire time

he doesn't know what possessed him but seeing you sO close to taehyung when there's a whole other chair you could sit on!!!! wow!!!! he didn't know his blood pressure was capable of doing that

the last round's long been done but hoseok just can't stop looking at your clipboard, can he?

does he uh want you to give it back to him

you're looking quite intimidated

you can't stand it anymore so you just slightly bend your head over and look rIGHT up dr. jung, clearly taken in surprise when you did that

"your finger. it's bleeding."

it is??

oh right it is

you must've gotten it when you were flipping through pages in a hurry because of him, giving you questions you weren't entirely sure of

"oh!"

you forget that dr. jung is still there as you walk on autopilot to go to reception, knowing that tae has a whole canister of cute band-aids when-

"no. i'll take care of it."

dr. jung's wordlessly tugging at your forearm, not letting go even to the way towards one of the many empty beds, drawing the curtains closed

he makes you sit wordlessly, and the lacking buzz of a busy emergency room makes it even more intimate to say the least in such uh,, a confined space

you make hoseok confused

one moment he doesn't want to see you, but one moment he's ripping off horse band-aids to wrap around your finger

you're confusing him even if you hAVEN'T done anything confusing to him at all!!

"if something happens to you, you come to me — not to the receptionist you like chatting with on your lunch breaks."

huh

interesting

you resist the urge to smile, having to bite your tongue just so that you'd prevent yourself from getting into conclusions

"it's a paper cut, doc."

"a paper cut that could be infected."

uh no not entirely

this was supposed to be a nice wholesome moment!!! not tHIS!!

"it closes after like one lick and-"

right you shouldn't have said that

one look is all it takes to shut you up <3

the two of you are still in silence, internally scoffing when dr. jung busts out a glove for a goddamn paper cut to humor you

"you didn't give me my coffee today."

is that what this is about??

he says gloomily, looking genuinely upset that it makes you falter

"s-sorry. the café was closed."

"no it wasn't. it's open. i checked."

of course he did!!! he may have went downstairs to peek if you were just held up in line so that's why his customary coffee was taking long,, but you weren't even there in the first place

you're speechless honestly

for perhaps the first non-professional time that dr. jung talks to you, it straight-up has to be alluding your crush to him

hoseok takes your silence to heart though

"why aren't you talking now?"

rEALLY???

"because you hate me!!"

he thinks of what could be a reason to hate you for, something clicking in his head when he realizes what you've been holding on for the longest time

"i don't hate you for what you did half a year ago," he says casually, shaking his head over an honest mistake that you made, "i hate you because you never followed through with it."

"what's that supposed to mean??"

"sure — you get me coffee! but then what? did you ever ask me out?? did you ever call me baby again-"

now HE'S being ridiculous >:(

"i called you cutie-"

"IT'S THE SAME THING!!!"

okay

fine then

dr. jung's endearing, even more-so when you don't get to admire him from afar

you wordlessly stand from your seat on the bed, nudging the curtains to the side before exiting

o-oh my god

was that a low blow???

IS HE THE ASSHOLE HERE

yes most likely

dr. jung continues to surprise you when he sprints after you, hand on your forearm as he looks at you worriedly

"h-hey are you mad at me?"

????

cute

"huh? no, i was just gonna go and gloat to namjoon about this."

oh right makes sense

hoseok looks relieved, mouth parting to sheepishly smile and lets go of your arm

you leave this time, a smile you've been trying to suppress finally breaking out

"y/l/n!"

there's more than a few glances when he hollers your surname, an anticipating smile on his face

"coffee?"

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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eideticmemory · 4 years

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FINE LINE II | SPENCER REID

Two kids and two decades of history later, you and your ex-husband learn to navigate the world of co-parenting. PART 2! Read Part One.

Word Count: 3,643.

Warning: Daddy Issues, mommy issues, angst, drama, romance. Love to see it.

Spencer’s a deep sleeper; both E and Em get it from him. But the one thing that all three of them are trained to wake up to, is your voice.

“Hey!” You snapped at Spencer, landing a harsh blow beside his sleeping frame.

He jolted awake in familiar frenzy, reaching out to grab you, make sure you were safe.

“Hey, hey, it’s me,” you spoke. “Look, I need a favor.”

“A favor?” he muttered.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You wanna be here for a few days? I need some help. Take the kids to school today.”

“Wha—“

“Or let E drive your car, it doesn’t matter, she’s a good driver,” you shrugged. “They need to be there at 8:15 sharp or else the administration has a stick up their ass. They’ll wake themselves up, dress themselves — stylishly — and feed themselves. And, uh, if you make them late, they’ll lose their minds so try to be out of here by 8, okay? Okay. Thank you.”

“Wait, wait, wait, [y/n],” Spencer called, holding your hand in his palm. “Where are you going?” He weakly pat around the mattress, searching for his phone, and when he grabbed the device in his hand, he checked the time. “It’s six in the morning.”

“So?”

“So,” he sighed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You subtly averted your eyes to avoid seeing him shirtless, the duvet cover falling to his lap. “You didn’t get home until two in the morning.”

“You spying on me?” You asked.

“No, I just . . . can’t sleep knowing you’re out late at night—“

“Working,” you interjected.

“Working . . . and now you’re up four hours later?” He questioned.

“We could sit here and argue about who has a more messed up work schedule, or you can take the kids to school, just this once, and I’ll pick them up.”

“No, I’ll pick them up, don’t worry about it,” Spencer shrugged. “You go to work, I’ve got it.”

You sighed, “Are you actually staying until Sunday?”

“[y/n]—“

“No, Mr. Unit Chief, how did you get the week off from the BAU? Hm? It — it just doesn’t make sense.”

“So that’s what you wanted to ask me last night . . . why not just say it, [y/n]?”

“Don’t profile me, it’s valid question.”

“Listen,” he squeezed your hand lightly, just enough that the pressure silenced you. “I am off of work until Monday morning. You need me to drop off and pick up the kids? I can do that. Need me to feed them? I can do that, too. I can do it every day this week if you want. If you need to be at work, then go.”

You inhaled deeply, and released it in a sharp breath. “Thanks,” you shrugged. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

The drive to your office was silent. Full of nothing but your thoughts and rambles and quiet scoffs. You missed the kids. Missed being with them in early hours like this, eating breakfast on the go, singing along to the radio. But your mind needed time to rest, to regroup away from Spencer and his sudden appearance.

When you arrived at work, you stumbled in to find an earlier bird than you. “Raven . . .” you mumbled. “I told you to go home, babe.”

“And I told you that this is getting in at 7:30 sharp . . .” she cleared her throat and glanced at you apologetically. “Boss. . .”

You sighed and shrugged, “Do you need help?”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “I’m right on schedule.”

You chuckled, full of pride, “Good.” You wandered over to your private office and secluded yourself behind the glass doors. Taking a seat at your desk, you plopped down with a tired huff. You rested your head on your folded arms, and just as you began to snore, your phone rang in your ear. You jumped up in a daze, groaning out at the device in frustration. When you picked it up, however, and saw who was calling, you gasped, whined, fell back childishly in your chair.

You sighed, answering the facetime, “Hi, Penelope.”

“Don’t ‘hi, Penelope” me,” she replied, her phone showing her dressed and sipping on a cup of tea. “I had to find out from Emily that Spencer is staying the week with you and the kids? How is this possible?”

“Pen—“

“Hold on.”

Suddenly, your screen revealed another person being added to the call. “Pen, why did you add Em— . . . Emily, hi.”

“What the hell is going on? [y/n]? Did you call me?” Emily hollered into her car speaker, focusing on the road ahead of her as she speaks.

“I did not call, Penelope called, I was ambushed,” you explained.

“No, no, you do not have Spencer spending the entire week at your house — for the first time, I might add — and not tell me,” Penelope interjected. “How are you? How are the kids? How did this happen? Are you two talking? Are you—“

“I told Penelope that Spencer requested the week off,” Emily said. “I thought you had already told her.”

“Yeah, Section Chief, how about some warning there? How did Spencer even get so much time off?” You rambled.

“Woah, woah,” Emily crowed. “Don’t shoot the messenger, he had more than enough vacation time saved up. He could’ve taken the entire month off and not lost a dime. There was nothing I could do. Plus, I thought, maybe . . .”

“Maybe. . .what?” You questioned.

“Maybe you and him had talked things out and . . .”

“Oh, my goodness,” Penelope exclaimed. “Are you guys back together?”

“No!” You shout. You sighed, “No . . . Spencer and I are not back together. He just . . . showed up. I called him to talk about E’s birthday party and he . . . well he says he’s staying until Sunday. Which is, perfect. Perfect in theory, if he actually stays. But he’s getting the kids’ hopes up and I hate that.”

“Yeah . . .” Emily snickered. “He’s getting the kids’ hopes up?”

“Emily Prentiss, do not profile me. Not you. I swear . . .”

Emily busted out laughing. “I mean, honey,” Penelope whispered. “I’m profiling you right now.”

“And with that, we must say goodbye,” you hummed happily as you pressed the button to hang up.

It was Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. So, five days with the man, at most. Then he goes back to DC, and those beautiful ninety miles are between you two again. Unless you do therapy, which you won’t, because it’s an awful idea and — you don’t want to think about Spencer Reid this much. You can’t. But you check the clock and it’s 7:45 and he needs to get the kids out the door soon. Should you call? You should call. Okay, call. No, text E.

Y: hey girlie!! 🥰 had to leave early this morning, is dad taking you to school?

E: hey mom 🥺 yeah dad’s taking us!! we’re getting breakfast right now from chick-fil-a and he’s letting me drive his car!!

Y: oh wow! don’t hit any cows out there!

E: ha ha ha so funny ur hilarious

Y: love you 💕 💗 ❤️

E: love you ✨✨

Okay. They’re up. They’re happy. That’s good. They’re smiles are going to get you through the week. They always do.

When you get home that afternoon, Spencer and the kids were laughing, playing cards against each other in the kitchen.

“I hope you guys aren’t gambling in here, because that’s more of a living room activity,” you laughed to announce your presence.

“Hey, [y/n],” Spencer greeted you. “Come play!”

“I’m good,” you nodded.

“See? I told you guys she won’t play against me. She never has and never will,” he told the kids. They giggled.

“Oh, please, you say that like I’m scared to play against you,” you snickered.

“Well? Are you?” He asked, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

“Absolutely not,” you set your things down on the counter and joined them at the table. “Continue your game, though, because I would be scared to play against the kids.”

Spencer gave you this look out of the corner of his eye, his iris looking at you under his eyelashes and a light smile on his face.

Maybe these next four days won’t be so bad.

They were more than not so bad. They weren’t bad at all. They were blissful and full of smiles and laughter and fun family dinners every night, and you’d never felt so productive. You cleared two major social work cases at the job, thanks to Spencer’s help with the kids. Friday night, you came home to the backyard fully decorated for tomorrow’s party. Spencer had recieved the chair delivery and set everything up behind the house, surrounded each table with a handful of chairs and the proper decorations sat in the center. You absorbed it all in complete and utter shock. You were prepared to spend all of tonight and tomorrow morning doing this. And Spencer took care of it all.

“What do you think?” Spencer grinned, him and E standing in the center of the backyard proudly. “Took us hours but it’s all set. Now we just need the food and the people.”

E chuckled, “What do ya’ think, mom?”

“I. . .” you whispered. “I think it looks gorgeous. You guys did amazing.”

“Thank you,” she pipped, grinning happily. “I think so, too. Oh, c’mon, dad, let me show you my party dress!”

As they rushed into the house, Spencer pinched onto your shoulder lightly, smirking as he passed you by. Your stomach filled with an unshakable and startling feeling. It had you rocking on your heels trying to process it and breathe through it.

Saturday morning, you woke up at 9 o’clock as planned. E would be up in another hour, so you had plenty of time to sort out the last few details of her party. The guest list was just above 80 people, and you had to make sure you had ordered enough food to feed them all. You had to check in with the caterer, the baker, Spencer.

You knocked on the door heavily, before wandering in, expecting him to be dead asleep. When you walked in and saw the bed empty and well made, you stopped in your tracks.

“What the hell?” You muttered, stomping over to the bed, and snatching up the note on the pillow.

My dearest [y/n]

Gone out to run some birthday errands. Kiss the birthday girl for me.

Spencer

Errands? What errands? Is he serious? You sighed, and pulled your phone from your back pocket. You dialed Spencer’s number and held the phone to your ear, only to be greeted with an immediate voicemail. You furrowed your eyebrows and huffed angrily.

You drafted and sent a text to him, desperately wishing you were more surprised by this:

Be back by 4 please.

No answer.

You carried on the day with one mission: keep things under control and keep E’s mind off of Spencer. You let her stay cornered in her room, bringing her breakfast and an iced coffee, and kissing her on the top of her head.

“I can’t believe 16 years ago today, I was laid up in a hospital bed, screaming my head off, cursing at the nurses, when this tiny, slimy thing just . . . popped out of me.”

“Most people just say happy birthday,” Eden cringed.

“Happy birthday, babe,” you giggled. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me just by existing.”

“That’s more like it,” she nodded happily. “Thank you. Is dad here?”

“Uh, no,” you said quickly, prepared for the question. “He went to take care of some stuff for the party, he’ll be back before the party starts, though. Will Francesca be coming over today?”

“Oh. Okay. Uh, yeah. She’s coming to do my makeup.”

“Awesome,” you smiled, standing up. “Well, birthday girl, you get glitzy and glammy, and get ready for the party of a lifetime.”

“Mom . . . is everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Stop that, don’t worry about anything today, okay? Things are fine.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She trusted you. For 16 years, since the minute she was born, she’s trusted you. “Okay.”

Eden’s godmother was the first to show up. Penelope Garcia live and in the flesh. She barged into the house the moment you opened the door to greet her, and she rushed up the stairs.

“Pen, she is getting ready—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I understand the importance of a teenage girls appearance, but I haven’t seen either of the kids in so long.”

“It’s been a month, Pen.”

“Way too long . . . Penelope!” She called out for Eden.

E perked her head up in her room, stopping her best friend, Francesca, from doing her eye makeup. “Auntie P?” She murmured and turned to the door.

Penelope opened the bedroom door joyfully, smiling ear to ear when she saw E. “Little Penelope!” She shouted, excitedly clapping her hands.

E hopped up from her seat and ran over to Penelope, practically jumping into her arms.

“Oh, happy birthday, babygirl!” Penelope cooed. “I can’t believe how big you are!”

“Thank you,” E smiled, her face tucked into Penelope’s shoulder.

You watched them, close to tears yourself to see them together. There were 5 people in the room when Eden Penelope Reid was born 16 years old ago. The doctor, 2 nurses, you — of course — and Penelope Garcia. It was the scariest thing you’d ever been through. And at your side, for 10 hours of labor, was Penelope. She held your hand, spoke softly to distract you from the pain, and encouraged you as you went through delivery. When Eden came into the world, it was no question what her middle name would be.

Penelope helped E prepare as you kept the business rolling in. Food, lights, cutlery, plates. You were rushing and running for hours. You barely just had time to shower and get yourself ready, let alone make sure Em put on the outfit you picked out for him. Luckily, Penelope got him dressed and sat with a good book so you could get yourself together.

The clock struck 4 in the afternoon, signaled by an alarm on your phone, and you had just stepped out of the bathroom. You slipped on a floral dress, befitting of a mother on a special day. Hair in place, dress without wrinkles, shoes to match, guests rolling in, and . . . oh yeah, still no Spencer. Countless calls and texts to him went unanswered, and you were running out of excuses to tell the kids.

When your last and final call to him went straight to voicemail, you left a message.

“Spencer, I don’t know where you are, and I want you to know that, right now, I don’t care. It’s a quarter after 4, and people are showing up, and the show must go on, so . . . show up, don’t show up. Keep us on our toes, it doesn’t matter. I hope you’re okay. Bye.”

Dropping you phone on your bed, you gave it one more glance as you left the room.

Music rang throughout the backyard, packed with people by the time it was 5:30. Eden brought the whole BAU together — visited by Penelope, Emily, Matt, Tara, Derek, Hotch, and Luke who brought his and Penny’s baby boy along.

E was in heaven, reunited with some of her closest cousins. It was turning into a good day, without Spencer. But there was a hole caused by his absence that no one could fill. And you know this because you’ve been trying to fill it all of Eden’s life.

While your little girl is quite the social butterfly, sometimes that social battery of hers can wear low. Particularly when she’s overwhelmed by attention, or stress, or her own genius thoughts.

Luckily, she gets that from you, and you two have a tendency to find similar places to hide. She found you sitting on the back patio, hidden in the corner. “Hey, pretty girl!” you smiled. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “You?”

“Eh, it’s an alright party,” you joked.

“So . . . do you know where dad is?”

You released a long exhale and hesitated for a good, long few seconds. “No.”

She nodded, “Cool. That’s cool.”

“E—“

“Penelope, come here!” Penelope suddenly screamed from the front door.

“Coming!” E called back. “I have to attend to my guests, excuse me.” She giggled, and you smiled at her as she walked away.

You relaxed back against the wall of the house, watching your friends and family rejoice in the backyard. Over the music, you heard the curling sound of a scream. Eden’s scream. And you ran like you’ve never ran in your life.

“Oh, my God,” she cried. “Oh, my God!”

You were confused and a bit scared and very eager to see what had her so overwhelmed. And when you rounded the corner, coming face to face with the front door, you gasped, stopping on your tippy toes like you were knocked in the face by an invisible force.

“Ah! Piccolo genio! Happy birthday!” Rossi said to your daughter as he held her in a tight hug. He pulled away to hold her face in his hands lovingly. “It is incredible to see the person you have become. Goodness! You know who you look just like?” He questioned.

Rossi spun on his heels, facing himself in your direction with open arms. “Her,” he said. “You look just like her.” He stepped towards you slowly, “My goodness, someone would think it was your sweet sixteen we’re celebrating.”

You laughed and shook your head, blinking away the tears of joy in your eyes. “Flattery is not gonna make me forget that a certain someone doesn’t know how to visit more often.”

“Italy to Virginia is a long flight, my dear,” he pulled you into a tight hug. A secure hug. Full of safety and love and memories. “But I will have to make it more.”

You burrowed yourself into his chest, smiling to yourself at the sound of his voice.

“[y/n],” he whispered. “How are you?”

You did nothing but let out a long, long, long sigh.

“We’ll talk,” he nodded.

“Now,” he pulled away from the hug to hold you against his side. “Since I am here, the party may now . . . begin.”

As everyone followed Eden and Rossi through the house, you were left in the entrance with Spencer, who was eyeing you shyly with his hands in his pockets.

“Got caught up at the airport,” he explained.

You gave him the teeniest, tiniest half smile, and let out a faint laugh, “C’mon, Spencer.”

Later that night, when it was just you, Spencer, and the rest of the BAU veterans, he offered to help you clean up. You stood in front of the sink, scrubbing at a dirty pan as music played softly in the background.

“[y/n]?” Spencer whispered to you as he placed leftovers in the fridge. “What’s on your mind?”

You shook your head, and turned briefly to give him a solemn smile, “I never had a sixteenth birthday party,” you told him, returning your attention to the dishes. “Did you?”

He chuckled to himself, “No,” he said. “I had a psychology exam the day of my sixteenth birthday. I took it and then read for the rest of the night.”

“I had a trigonometry exam on my sixteenth birthday,” you shrugged.

“Oh, yeah? How’d you do?” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I did alright . . . then I went back to my charity dorm on MIT’s campus, and had some microwaved pasta.”

Spencer let out a soft sigh, and stepped over to you, “Life of a child prodigy, right?”

“But not for E. Not for Em. All I ever wanted was for them to be extraordinary, and live an ordinary life. High IQ, be damned, it’s what they deserve.” You rambled. After a few minutes of silence, you glanced at Spencer, who was eyeing you sympathetically. “Don’t profile me, Spencer Reid, we’ve talked about this.”

“I’m not profiling you!” He laughed.

“You are,” you said.

“I am not. If anything, you’re profiling me right now.”

“Profiling you profiling me?”

“Exactly—what? No!” he said through constant laughter.

You smirked at him, hiding a smile behind the expression. “I don’t need to profile you, Spencer. I know you.”

“I—“

“I know you.” You enunciated. “I know you.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You do.”

You knew you had to tear yourself away from those big brown eyes as soon as possible, or risk major emotional turmoil. So, you focused on the dishes as you spoke, “I’ve been thinking . . . maybe therapy . . . wouldn’t be so bad.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide, “Really?”

“Really, it’s about twenty years too late, but . . .” You nodded. “I guess a part of that whole ordinary lives thing for the kids is having parents that actually get along, so . . . I’ll try it.”

“Thank you, [y/n], thank you so much,” he said. “I already made us an appointment here in Charlottesville for next Friday.”

You scoffed. You should’ve been mad, annoyed. But all you could think was: yeah, I definitely married a scorpio.

“Fi—“ you mumbled, in the midst of rolling your eyes when a gust of movement caught your attention. Outside of the kitchen window, to the side of the house, was E. E and some boy. A handsome boy. You couldn’t tell if he looked familiar. Well. Yeah, he kinda did.

“[y/n]?” Spencer called to you, when he suddenly noticed Eden. “Do . . . do you know him? [y/n]?”

You watched as the kid handed E a birthday gift and placed a kiss to her cheek. She blushed softly and looked down. No. No, you didn’t know him. She hadn’t told you about him.

Another part of the whole ordinary life thing. A part that you had completely forgotten about.

Boys.

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pegs my beloved could i please request a list of top canadian cinema in ur opinion (no rush ofc, just when u get the chance !! ) thank u 💘 & if that's too vague, just horror would also be dope :-)

YES ... YES I WOULD LOVE TO 🤩💘💘💘

disclaimer that i'm not all-knowing and i probably left a bunch of good shit off of here (& i Know you've already seen a bunch of these), but here we go:

HORROR

The Mask (1961) - evil mask commands the wearer to kill people ...... this movie FUCKS. super psychedelic. do not watch it while high, u will have a bad fucking time

Black Christmas (1974) - possibly THE best slasher film ... basically the prototype for "killer hunts group of sorority girls!" trope, but super witty & unnerving & not even that sexist

The Brood (1979) - demon children yeahhhh!

The Changeling (1980) - man loses wife & child, moves to new home, gets haunted

Scanners (1981) - uhhh ... telekinesis! the last 10 mins make the entire thing worth watching

Videodrome (1983) - mind-infecting torture porn, debbie harry is there for some reason

Cube (1997) - 6 strangers wake up in a room, then have to get thru puzzle rooms & death traps. sorta Saw-ish, but more sci-fi

Subconscious Cruelty (2000) - indie film comp of several "vignettes" ... real weird & gross tbh :-)

Ginger Snaps trilogy - teenage sisters & werewolves, duh. the quality drops significantly after the first film, but 2 & 3 are filmed in my city so they're fun for me to watch >:-)

Les sept jours du talion (2010) - a dad tortures the guy who killed his daughter, that's the plot

American Mary (2010) - body horror & r*pe revenge that's not just ... actively misogynist at every single turn

He Never Died (2015) - henry rollins is a cannibal, among other things. the last half is kinda hilarious

Les affamés (2017) - québécois zombie movie, kinda got panned by critics but it's beautiful !!

What Keeps You Alive (2018) - lesbian couple on vacation, one tries to murder the other

Possessor (2020) - cronenberg jr.'s second full-length film endeavour! corporate assassins use brain implant shit to control & kill other people, the gore is fuckin unreal ... also themes of motherhood, family etc

NOT HORROR

C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005) - québécois movie abt a gay kid growing up in a french catholic household with his brothers, trying to like girls & failing

Eastern Promises (2007) - all actual russians hate this movie, but it's visually stunning

Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage (2010) - as a canadian i'm legally obligated to promote Rush at every turn :-) also i've seen this doc over a dozen times & it's just .... brilliant, RIP neil

Goon (2011) and Goon: Last of the Enforcers (2017) - hockey bro comedies, main character is THE ultimate himbo <3 (yes these are comfort movies for me)

The Twentieth Century (2019) - i still don't even know what this is. it's a fictional user biography of one of our former prime ministers except there's. a cactus & some foot fetish shit & a seal clubbing contest ....?? it's just fucked lol

hope this is an ok list !!! i've rlly been making a conscious effort to watch more cancon & québécois film this past year or so, but it can be hard sometimes cuz uh. Yknow . americanization .... :'-) & if anyone else has any other fav canadian films, by all means drop them in the replies !!

#sorted by year cuz i can't rank anything !#i almost included Hard Core Logo (1996) but i took it off cuz it's not that good . i just enjoy it #asks #metallicasbian #long post -#sorry this took so fucking long to compile skfnskndjdjs for some reason it was insanely difficult to narrow down :'-)

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Humans Are Space Orcs, “The Press.”

I have been wanting to do this for a while. Commander Vir deals with fame, and the good and bad parts of it. I hope you like, sorry I am so late today :)

“Why exactly am I back on earth? My tour doesn’t end for another six months, and we were just getting ready for our first exploratory mission since before the burg war.”

“Look, commander, I understand this isn’t what you thought you were signing up for, but since the movie dropped recruitment has Gone up 45% and another 20% after merchandising, we need to get on this quick,”

He sighed

“Besides, you will only be touring one or two weeks. That’s one or two weeks paid vacation while you talk to celebrities, pose for pictures, and maybe do a press conference or two. Bring along a couple of friends to keep you company and it won’t be that bad.”

“Alright, alright, I get it, but I’m not a dancing monkey. I didn’t sign up for this, and it’s not going to becoming a thin.”

“Yes commander, now The UNSC is taking you first. You are their poster child after all, and they want your face on the recruiting posters .”

“Very well, ma’am.”

***

Wednesday, June 3

“This is good work commander, but we are going to bring in an expert to make it just right.”

Commander Vir stood in an empty hanger bay surrounded by reflective panels, directional lights and a multitude of camera equipment. Sunny and Krill were playing a guessing game he had taught them earlier in the day to keep them occupied, and Waffles -- his dog -- was curled up by one of the set technicians taking a nap.

“An expert?”

“Yes, we’re bringing in one of the guys who used to be a guard in Arlington. The uniform looks good, but is it perfect?”

The answer to that question was answered simply few minutes later

He was a slob, a big fat slob who didn’t know how to properly wear his socks. The guy even whipped out a tape measure to determine the exact distance that a pin should be placed from the crease in his collar.

Commander Vir didn’t see the difference on the small scale, but in aggregate, he found that the difference was actually quite startling. He blinked, “Wow.”

“Excellent, now, we’re going to have you stand over here while we adjust the lights, and then when we give you the cue we want you to follow the order to a T. We will have parade rest attention, present at attention and then contemplatively looking off into the distance. We will have someone with a marker to tell you where to look.”

“Stare contemplatively off into the distance. I don’t remember learning that one.”

“Ahh we got a smartass.”

He stepped into place doing as the cameraman ordered, trying to look serious and imposing as directed, though Sunny and Krill had decided to make faces in the background. He actually did loose it at some point as Sunny started doing some weird improvised dancing in the background while krill stood there like it offended his sensibilities.

Eventually they got what he wanted, and they showed him some of the prototypes.

There were a few that he liked but only because they looked like vintage movie posters from some badass naval war movie.

Thursday, June 4

The three of them walked into the studio watching as bodies flowed past them hurrying off in all directions. Obviously their presence caused quite a stir, and Adam thought he recognized a few faces peering from the crowd, other movies stars and celebrities, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing. And then there were the women, and men who hurried about, tall, statuesque like greek gods given life, with jaws so sharp they could cut paper, and pouty lips under wide dark eyes.

Looking at them and then at himself, well, he felt like a dump truck next to a sports car.

Sunny on the other hand didn’t seem impressed, “I could snap them in half…. Like twigs.”

“Fighting isn’t the point Sunny, they’re just supposed to be hot.”

Krill eyed them, “Their single job is to profess the perfect mating standard?”

“Ur yeah, I guess.”

Krill snorted, Sunny shook her head ,’ What is the point of being hot if you’re also useless besides you don’t look all that different.”

He rolled his eyes. Leave it to an alien not to be able to tell what super hot humans looked like.

“I’m serious,” Sunny insisted, “You’re as tall as most of them, and more muscular than some of them, and you have a cool eye patch, so that means you win.”

He couldn’t help but smile shaking his head, “Alright, Alright, I’ll shut up.”

At that moment a woman appeared from nowhere and held out a hand, “Commander! So glad you could come, so glad.” She looked him up and down with a frown.”

“That bad huh?”

“Nothing a little wardrobe and makeup can’t fix.” She announced clapping her hands together and motioning others over as he frowned.

He frowned.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing “

“Do I tell you how to do your job commander, no, now over to wardrobe .”

He blinked in surprise, “Ok, yes ma’am.”

He found himself sidling over to where racks and racks of clothing was hanging suddenly surrounded by the tall, statuesque people with their big eyes and pouty lips. While they were busy looking hot, he got nervous and nearly knocked over an entire rack of clothing, blushed till he was beat red, and then decided after this was all over he was going to bury himself under a rock and die.

He was mostly ignored for like twenty minutes until someone walked over, “Commander,” He was a portly little man with hair dyed frost white though his roots were growing in black. The man grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the room, “Alright, alright, what do we have.”

He looked him over prodding t his shoulders and arms, making him turn in a circle, “Not bad, not bad at all. I can work with this. Tell me commander formal, or casual.”

“Uh casual?”

“Exactly what I was thinking! The provincial small town man feel. I like it.”

“Well I mean ok…” the little man grabbed him aggressively by the arm and pulled him around to a rack of clothing. In the end he had a pair of jeans black boots a black T-shirt and a brown leather jacket.

He frowned, “I hate to point this out, but this is literally what I am wearing.”

“No it isn’t. Yours is frumpy and sloppy and ours will make you look acceptably rugged.”

He frowned not sure if he was supposed to be offended or not, “And where am I supposed to change.”

“Right here.”

“Right here!’

“Commander, these are models, they show their bodies off for a living, none of them need a changing room, so take a leaf out of their book and stop worrying.”

This was worse than a high school locker room. Humans had never reached light speed, but he was pretty sure he at least broke the sound barrier while pulling on the new pants.

When he walked back over pulling on his jacket sunny and Krill had made themselves comfortable in a couple of the stage crew chairs, “What are you so nervous about, you looked fine.” Sonny said looking down at her implants to change music.

“You were watching me>”

“Was I not supposed to do that.”

He felt himself turn a nice shade of cherry red, “No!.”

She shrugged, “Whatever.”

Krill just shook his head, “You forget that neither of us wear clothes, so we do not understand your issues.”

He sighed, “Nudists.” He muttered walking towards the set, though he was immediately diverted by another person who led him over to a set of chairs and mirrors. He was pushed down into a seat and spun around and an aggressive group of stylists moved in on him. This is honestly not what he had expected when he joined the army.

He was even less impressed when they started to stick brushes in his face causing him to blink and his eyes to itch. Someone wetted down his hair and put product in it that smelled like strawberries, which, honestly he wasn’t entirely annoyed about.

From there he was finally let go and walked onto another photo set, though this one had way more lightning, way more cameras and way more props.

And of course like the awesome badass commander that he was, he stood there like a complete idiot as stiff as a board, caught like a deer in the headlights. The photographer seemed more than a little annoyed at his inability to look like anything other than sasquatch caught on a hunting camera.

“Relax.”

“This is kind of out of my element.”

“Being capture by aliens and going on space walks where you might suffocate, and you cant relax enough to take a picture.”

“To be fair, no one sees me when I am doing badass stuff, so I don’t have the social pressure of preforming well.”

They tried some more.

They told him he was smiling awkwardly, or like he was being threatened at gunpoint.

It wasn’t until Sunny started doing stupid dances behind the camera-man, again that the photographer finally started to like what he was seeing. Every time he turned to look at what Vir was smiling at, Sunny would stop dancing trying to look all innocent.

That just made him laugh.

At some point one of the people had a great idea to involve waffles, and -- like the good girl that she was -- she promptly stole the spotlight, which he was totally cool with.

Photoshoots were definitely not his thing.

He was about 100 percent sure when the photos came out they would look like his last middle school yearbook picture.

Even thinking about it made him grimace.

Friday, June 5

“And please help me to welcome our next special guest, Commander Adam Vir of the UNSC.”

His legs felt like jelly, and it took sunny nudging him to finally get him moving onto the stage. He wondered if people could tell just how bad his legs were shaking.

And there was a twitching going on in his right cheek that he just couldn't stop.

He wanted to go back to the hotel and watch dumb TV With Sunny while krill complained about the medical inaccuracies.

But here he was listening to clapping and cheering from an assembled studio crowd. He was sure he was going to do something massively stupid, like trip off the stage, or rip his pants or forget his own name, or something.

The host stood up, he was blanking on their name right now though he knew they were ridiculously famous.

He shook hands with them.

“So glad you could come commander.”

“A pleasure to be here.” He responded robotically hoping that his smile was at least somewhat convincing.”

He took a seat on the couch, resting a hand against his shaking right leg.

He was going to puke.

“So, i Heard you have been on tour for the past two days, how are you enjoying the celebrity circuit.”

He rubbed his hands against his legs, “Do you want the real answer or the fake one?”

“Lets hear the real one.”

“Er, well it turns out I am really bad at…. Pretty much everything that’s not captaining a ship. Yesterday I did a photoshooot where I am ninety percent sure I looked like an awkward cryptid most of the time. People are going to be looking at those photos and wondering in what swamp they found me.”

There was laughter from the crowd.

He wasn’t entirely sure if that was funny or not.

“I am sure they aren’t as bad as all that.”

He shook his head, “Pretty sure my face was like this…” He raised his hands making a wide-eyed shocked expression that had the crowd laughing again.”

The host smiled, “Commander, Forgive me for asking, but how old are you.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Um, lets just say too young and leave it at that.”

“I was sort of under the impression that commanders and admirals were….”

“Old wrinkly dudes?”

“Yeah.”

He rubbed the back of his head, “That’s mostly true, the reason I got this position has to do with my experience with extra terrestrials.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you have aliens on board your ship. Is that true.”

“Those shouldn’t be rumors, that is entirely true. We have a twenty….three person Drev clan, a Vrul medical officer, a starborn, and some miscellaneous others.”

A muttering from the crowd, “But you were part of the Drev war, and Operation Steel eye. How did an entire Drev clan end up on your ship?”

He shrugged, “The story is complicated, but the long and short of it is, I made friends with some Drev after the war, and they adopted me into the clan.”

“Can we…. See, the prosthetic I mean” He held up his hands, “Not to be disrespectful.”

He shrugged, “sure.” Reaching down and tugging up his pant leg so the bright blue carapace glittered in the bright studio lights.

The man leaned closer, “Wow…. What…. What is that?”

“Drev carapace.” He dropped the pant leg.

“Why?”

“That is actually the reason I am adopted. A drev has to give you a gift that contains a piece of their own armor, so my best friend made this for me some time ago.”

They talked about that for a little while. They talked about the war, they talked about his first moment on an alien planet.

“I was actually on the original mission to land on Proxima b. I was the shuttle pilot behind Captain Kelly, though I don’t know how many people knew that.

There was a murmuring around the room.

“I know it was broadcasted live, but luckily the cameras were pointed away because when I was getting out of the shuttle, my foot slipped on the stairs.” The crowd gasped and giggled, “And I face planted right onto the surface.”

More laughing.

“That is my legacy, the first man to take a nose dive on an alien planet.”

“I would say that your legacy contains a lot of strange instances. There are reports that you recently escaped from kidnapping by a prodigum by… Singing? How did that work?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Well that is… that is.” he laughed nervously, “Yes that is a thing that happened. I and my friend Sunny were captured by a criminal overlord for entertainment in his little criminal syndicate. They had cages lined all along the ceiling and inside them were other humans. Turns out the Prodigum react to human singing like a drug, so I was asked to sing, luckily for me one of the woman in the other cage was a voice coach, so a few days of starving and being miserable, she taught me how to sing properly, or a little more properly, and then I sang a super sad song, distracted everyone long enough for y friend to escape and call for help.”

Gasping and more laughter around the room.

“Wow…. Your life….”

“Reads like a strange cartoon doesn’t it.”

From the crowd, “Sing for us!.”

The call was taken up a few more times.

He shook his head, “No no no, no I am not going to sing on international television. I have embarrassed myself enough this week.”

“You now commander, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the public.”

He could feel the heat rising into his face as the rest of the crowd took up the chant.

He tried to protest, but that didn’t seem to be working.

Eventually he held up his hands “Ok, ok, but if my voice cracks…. Just don’t laugh.”

“And you were without accompaniment.”

He sighed, “Yeah it was a Capella. They didn’t exactly give me a soundtrack.” he stood taking a few deep breaths and humming to himself. His legs were shaking even worse than before.

He rubbed his hands nervously together.

The studio went very quiet.

He felt sweat trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.

He took a deep breath and….

His voice came out loud and clear, though it quivered slightly. He tried to shore it up as he continued, taking deeper breaths trying to get more control. He tried to find that place where he had been back in the cage. The sort of hopeless anguish he had tried to convey. His voice did quake a few times, but he was ok with that.

At least he didn’t do something super stupid like fall off the stage.

He cut it off hallway because his legs were shaking so bad, he thought that any worse might cause him to fall over.

The crowd began to clap as he collapsed back into his seat taking a deep breath.

“Wow, that is pretty impressive for someone who says they don’t sing. Bet the person who wrote that didn’t think it would be used to escape alien kidnappers.”

“Whatever it was, it worked. But” he lifted his hand, “I’m shaking so bad right now.”

The man shook his head, “That form someone who doesn’t shake when he flies jets at thousands of miles per hour.”

He smiled, “The jet isn’t going to judge me if my voice cracks. I think you will find aliens and airplanes are a lot less scary than humans. Don’t get me wrong humans are great , you guys just scare me half to death.”

Saturday, June 6

A flight demonstration over the beach, which was pretty good

Sunday, June 7

Dinner with a few important famous people

Monday, June 8

Dinner with some politicians.

Tuesday, June 9

He visited some UNSC bases up and down the western coastline talking to servicemen and visiting some other people

Wednesday June, 10

The magazines came out, and they actually managed to make him look pretty good to his surprise, though he was pretty sure the picture had been taking while Sunny was doing something with her hips that Drev hips had not been designed for, which eventually made him laugh so hard he had choked.

Thursday, June 11

This was his last day, and he had one more press conference to attend, than he could go home. He was wearing his formal uniform, captain’s cap, cords, gloves and everything else. There were at least ten microphones on the lectern in front of him, and a crowd of reporters below. Lights blinded his eyes.

Behind his back, the UNSC flag outlined him in bright blue.

He was getting ready for more questions about the Burg war or wearing the steel eye armor.

He nodded to one of the reporters in the front.

“Commander, do you want to explain to us why, on UNSC time you were reported as supporting an LFIL protest when you were supposed to be acting as neutral crowd control.”

He felt the blood drain right out of his face.

He was not ready for this.

Inside his brain went blank. He stammered for a second, suddenly feeling like a little kid giving a class presentation while all eyes stared at him. More cameras flashed, “I…. I was doing what I thought…. Needed to be done to keep the protest civil.”

“That was not your job!”

More yelling until the crowd was shushed, “Look, the GA wasn’t seeing any of their representative. I simply explained their side of the story to the GA, and they decided to lift the ban on their own.”

“Directly going against the policies of the UNSC was a gross breach of your contract commander, and we are all having a hard time understanding why you have not been disciplined for it.”

“You have no idea what is on y contract. My job is to foster peace throughout the galaxy, and THAT is what I did.”

“Some people see it as a direct attack on our way of life. You are helping spread disease poor moral values throughout the galaxy.”

He felt his face burning, “What makes you think their relationships have anything to do with you NONE of them live on earth or on Mars. They do not interact with you, they do not bother you, they do not THINK about you. And no they are not spreading disease because every person who leaves earth receives a full disease panel. You are more likely to have communicable diseases than they are.”

Uproar.

He shouldn't have said that.

“You are spreading extrial propaganda, and now that you are the face of the UNSC you are having an impact on our children, so t is your duty to uphold the values of the Human public.”

His hands were gripping white onto the lectern, “It is my job to uphold MY values and if the UNSC doesn’t like what I am doing they will fire me, so that is none of your concern.”

“Commander Vir, are you an extrail.”

The room went very silent suddenly. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“You are out of line. My personal life whatever it may entail has no bearing on my work, so you will either ask me professional questions or we are done here.”

“But you haven't denied it!” Someone else shouted.

“That question doesn't deserve an answer either way. If i tell you, that means I am justifying myself to you, which I have no desire to do, and if I were to confirm the other way, I would be bringing a personal issue into a political light, which would also be inappropriate. Either way I will not answer you. Unless there are any more questions that involve my work and not my personal life…”

He wouldn’t budge forcing them to change the subject.

His hands were shaking again, but this time it was out of anger. He had to breathe very slowly to keep himself calm enough.

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Headlines

Commander Vir Extrail or Normal

SCANDAL: UNSC’s Golden boy involved with aliens?

Press conference turns to barbed comments.

LFIL Propaganda

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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The Arrangement, Part V/// Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco apologizes for being a dick.

WORD COUNT: 1,753

WARNING(S): nothing honestly, a lil angsty ig

A/N: where have i been?? your guess is as good as mine but ANYWAYS here we are we’re back on track, let’s get into it!! also if ur reading this pls fuck with the playlist because i worked really hard on it and i promise it’s good. listen to it while you read this part if you want.

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After last night, you began to think that maybe Narcissa should’ve reevaluated her options. She could’ve done any number of things before getting you involved. If she would’ve asked Pansy (and Pansy would’ve easily complied) this probably would’ve in a completely different direction. But she chose you.

She said it was because your connection with Draco was different than his connection with any other person and for awhile you believed her. You saw the way he looked at you and you knew that there was something special there. But now, you weren’t quite sure.

When you woke up that morning, you had dozens of missed calls from Draco and even more texts. You didn’t even bother to look at them, choosing instead to completely ignore your phone for the entire morning. As you went on with your day, your phone buzzed a few more times and you only hesitated briefly before continuing to ignore it. You didn’t want to speak to Draco right now and you were determined not to waver.

You wondered just how long you could get away with it. Eventually, he would find some way to get in touch with you and even if you did manage to evade him, Narcissa wouldn’t let this go on for very long. It was only a matter of time.

There was a knock on your door and you realized that you’d already run out of time.

For a moment, you considered ignoring it. But then another knock came and you knew that wasn’t an option. If it were Narcissa, she might give you one more knock before simply apparating in there and if it were Draco, he might be desperate enough to stay out there all day. Persistence ran in the family.

With a third knock, you crossed the apartment and threw open the door. Draco was standing on the other side with a bouquet of roses in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and an apologetic smile. You crossed your arms, trying to keep your face entirely neutral.

“I gave you my address to write, not to visit.” You turned away from him and walked back into the apartment, sitting down on a couch across from the door. He stepped into your apartment, shuttin the door behind him. He stared around the room, taking everything in. You realized that this was the first time he’d ever been in your apartment and instantly, you began to feel slightly self-conscious.

“Well,” he said absentmindedly, still surveying the room. “I figured, if you weren’t returning my texts or calls, you wouldn’t return a letter.” Finally, his eyes snapped back to you.

“I wasn’t returning your texts or calls because I didn’t want to talk to you.” His eyes softened slightly and for a moment, he looked almost like a hurt puppy. He stuck his bottom lip out slightly without even thinking about it, which only added to the effect. It took everything in you not to retract that statement.

“So, you’re mad.” It wasn’t a question because he already knew you were

“Oh really? How could you tell?” He let out a breath, shaking his head slightly.

“I didn’t think flowers would be enough, which is why I brought the wine. I thought maybe we could talk about it over a glass of wine. Do you have any glasses?” He looked at you expectantly.

“I think it would be best to have this conversation when you’re sober. I don’t usually like the things you say when you’re drunk or hungover.” He nodded quickly, sitting the wine and flowers down on the coffee table.

“Right. Well, make sure to drink it eventually, it’s one of my favorites, I think you’ll like it.” He stood there awkwardly, staring at you. You stared back with an unchanging expression. “So uh...what happened last night?”

“You were there, shouldn’t you know what happened?” His brows furrowed slightly in frustration.

“I thought we were having a good time and then all of a sudden you started freaking out.” You shot him a look and instantly he backtracked. “I don’t mean it like that, you weren’t freaking out. I just mean all of a sudden you were upset,” he said carefully, ”and I don’t understand why.”

You turned away from him, shaking your head. He would never get it. He didn’t care enough to even try. This was all in vain.

“(Y/N),” he groaned. He walked around the coffee table and knelt in front of you. He plaaced a hand on your knee and said, ”I know I’m not good at this but I really am trying here. But you have to talk to me, love.” You hated the way you loved hearing him call you that.

You looked down at him. He had this serious look in his eyes, almost like he actually meant what he said. You tried not to let the hardness in your eyes fade.

“Did you go home with Pansy last night?”

His face instantly contorted in confusion. “I-what? No. I left right after you left. I couldn’t have fun knowing you were upset. You would’ve known that if you had answered any of my calls. Why would I go home with Pansy?”

“She said some things last night that insinuated...that there may have been something going on between you two and maybe it isn’t over yet.” You crossed your arms and tried to sink further into the couch.

Draco took a deep breath, leaning away slightly. “I...I’m so sorry. I mean there was something between us, if you can call it that. It was really just sex but I cut it off the last time I left the country, that was over five or maybe even six months ago.” He reached for your hand and was glad that you let him take it. “I would never do that to you.”

“How do I know that? We haven’t even talked about what we’re doing, what even am I to you?” Draco looked down at your hand, twisting his fingers between yours.

“You’re so much to me. Much more than Pansy ever was. Pansy, she was just...fun. The best I could get when I was lonely but now you’re here and that’s all I need.” He continued to avoid eye contact. “And I would never do something like that if I ever thought I would have even the slightest chance with you. I don’t want to hurt you. I should have just left with you last night and I’m sorry I didn’t, if I knew what she was saying I would’ve. Actually, I would’ve told Pansy off then we could’ve left.”

He finally looked up at you, only to be met with a smile. “I’ve missed that smile.” He leaned forward and you did the same. When you met in the middle, his lips connected with yours. You reached upward and wrapped you fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. You pulled away and he leaned closer to you trying to chase the kiss.

“Pansy is an arse,” you mumbled, bringing your hand up slightly higher on the back of his head.

“I know love. You’ll never have to deal with that again. I prefer spending time with you alone anyways. I really just want to go away with you, far away from everyone else. Just you and me.” You laughed slightly.

“We can’t just run away from the world.” He looked up at you with a serious look in your eyes.

“And why not?”

“Unlike you, I have responsibilities.” He frowned.

“Hmm, well, if you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?”

“Draco...” You weren’t gonna let him drag you into this.

“Come on.” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him. But he pulled on your hand, bringing you closer. “Where?”

Finally, you sighed, giving in. “Fine, I don’t know, how about...Paris.” Draco quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Paris.” He sounded slightly unimpressed and you felt foolish for saying it.

“What? You asked?”

He shrugged. “Yeah but I don’t know. That’s a bit cliche isn’t it. Paris. I’ve been thousands of times. We used to vacation there when I was younger and I guess I just don’t see the appeal. It’s just Paris.”

“Well, I’ve never and it always looks beautiful. But like I said, I’m too busy to run away with you.”

“We’ll see.” Draco got to his feet and pulled you up with him. “I should go but we’ll talk later. I assume you’ll be answering my calls now.” You rolled your eyes again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly in a hug and when he pulled away he tried to suppress his smile but you just barely caught it. You knew he didn’t want you to see him smile like that because it almost immediately disappeared into a casual smirk. But for just a moment he looked happier than you’d ever seen him.

“Oh yeah, my mom’s holding this thing in next week. It’s one of her dinner things. I thought maybe you’d want to come with me.” You could feel anxiety creeping in at the mere thought of it. Having to go back to one of those damn parties just might be the death of you and if you went with Draco...who knew what people would say.

“You want me to go as your date?”

“Yeah, why not.” He seriously saw no problem with the prospect of this.

“Draco, I just don’t think I’m the type of girl people want to see you with.” His face immediately looked confused. “It’s gonna be a room full of your family and friends and I just-”

“Those people incessantly gossip about me and my habits. If anything, I think having you around would give them less to gossip about, they might be quite mad about that now that I think of it, having nothing to whisper about while they have lunch but then again who cares. We’re going show up, looking great and give them a show of how happy you make me. We can watch them try not to stare, it’ll be great.” Your bottom lip stuck out the slightest bit. Draco gave your hand a squeeze. “If you get uncomfortable, we’ll leave.” He leaned down to kiss you and you couldn’t help but to smile into him. If he were there maybe you could do it. Maybe.

You leaned away slightly, pressing your forehead against his. “Okay, I’ll go.” You had to try.

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dewprisms · 4 years

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After your binge-watching session, which would say is better: Kim Possible or Danny Phantom, and why?

Someone actually interested in my opinion for once?

Well it depends, both have their pros and cons in regards to episode plots/arcs, characters and chara development, character designs etc. So I’ll suppose I’ll break them down into different categories. Under a cut as to not make scrolling a hassle.

Also I apologize in advance for my page theme, I know it’s kinda shitty and hard to read sometimes but I’m too busy to change it right now.

Designs/Art: I know Stephen Silver was the main designer for both shows (and his designs for a lot of the teenage girls has a uh, Obvious Pattern.) Ignoring my bias towards Vlad and Drakken, I think a lot of the ghosts have fun designs, but KP gets points for actually letting characters (esp Kim and Ron) wear other clothes in S2 and beyond, and between Phantom, S1 Kim and S4 Kim I think S4 Kim has the best “action” outfit. BUT the art style for DP is pretty stiff at times and KP style has a lot more range for animation, body types and faces. Overall though, I say they’re pretty tied imo. Both have a lot of ups and downs that truly comes down to a personal pref, even though the Fartman’s style is the more iconic one. I think KP wins animation/art and DP wins for designs.

Characters: Again, the villains shine here more than the protags. KP as such a wide range of villains that I have have to give them the point for creativity and FUN in antagonists, (Duff Killigan is prob my favorite in absurdity followed by Monkey Fist, the Seniors and DNAmy all tied for second. I really like Motor Ed too, seriously.) but that’s not to say that DP doesn’t have them either. Vlad’s true motivations are really...unique compared to other DP villains and even KP ones, (seriously? How many bad guys you know who’s goal in life is “fuck the MC’s mom and also make MC your son”) who like KP are just “take over the world and/or cause tons of destruction” but with only half the fun. Sadly Dark Danny’s entire thing hinges on him being Danny But Evil who only wants...destruction??? Whereas Evil Ron actually does something interesting with the character, showing Ron’s true potential (see Evil Ron vs Electronique in “Stop Team Go” for example) and being in-character for him still. (Faux Take Over The World plot to cover his true goal of owning all the world’s Nacos? Of fucking course Ron would. Brilliant.) Evil Ron still has hints of Ron’s personality (”Boo-yahaHAHAHA!”) whereas Dark Danny is just... evil for evil’s sake, which can be good when actually done right, but in this case isn’t because the only thing that resembles Danny is his outfit. Shego’s backstory is great. DP’s new S3 enemies are very boring despite interesting powers. KP S4’s Camille Leon is great but Warmonga is just eh. Moving on to protags, KP’s protags are far, far more interesting than DP’s. Which brings us to the next point. (Also Mr. Barkin > Mr. Lancer, and Kim’s parents > Danny’s parents.) KP gets this one.

Chara Development: Gonna say it, DP almost has none, and straight up regresses in very end of S2 and most of S3. I swear the only real characters who have any are Vlad (for better or for worse, the latter imo), Jazz (when they remember her, and is good) and Valerie (whose is good too). Tucker gets 3 (three!!) fking episodes about him and they ALL carry the same theme of him not being able to responsibly handle having any kind of power, which is why him becoming the town mayor at the end is so BAD. There’s NO WAY Tucker of all people would make a good mayor. VALERIE got more episodes than him, JAZZ got more episodes than him, both with development that STUCK while he’s a MAIN CHARACTER. Sam never changes, def for worse. Sam is a Base-Breaking Character for a dang reason. She’s extremely pushy, acts like she’s lowkey better than everyone else, and never seems to consider how her actions affect other people, and the like 1 or 2 times she does it doesn’t fucking stick like she’s Hank Hill or something. Danny has no real development for his character. All that develops for him are his powers and nothing else. On the other hand, KP characters DO have development and it shows! Not just for the protags but for villains too! Kim is bossy and a lil controlling early on and stops during S2, whereas Ron was extremely cowardly and gets, not exactly braver but just less phased by it all, plus early he never quite liked going on missions but later on gets sad if he has to miss them, before he doesn’t like being distractions but later on very much takes pride in being one, and etc. Drakken and Shego get development too, esp their relationship with each other AND with Ron and Kim. Bonnie actually got an episode of development (but sadly regressed in time for the finale) whereas Pauline just...never changes whatsoever. Bonnie actually makes for a good rival and mean girl for Kim for the entire show whereas Paulina and her relationship with Danny and Sam are just....bland and doesn’t go anywhere. There’s nothing for Dash, though Ron doesn’t really have an equivalent. So, KP gets this one.

Episodes/Plots/Arcs: DP wins in the Lore department by far, KP wins in character arcs. A Sitch In Time answers the great questions of What Would Happen if the Villains Teamed Up AND Shego is a Better Villain than Drakken so Why isn’t She in Charge? ft Time Travel. The Ultimate Enemy answers What If Danny Went Evil and Is Vlad Completely Irredeemable? ft Time Travel. KP definitely does the “balancing Hero duties with School life” better than DP. You can definitely see her struggles with it whereas DP is just kinda there. I also very much like that Kim is girly but is never shamed for it both in-universe and out, whereas DP is known for the shitty “I’m not like other girls” fake feminist bullshit. A problem I have with DP is that time pretty much never changes, as if the show takes place within a year, and it seriously hampers the growth of the show could have. Time is also just out of whack, they take their big end-of-the-year test then it’s Christmas THEN it’s Summer Vacation but even in S3 they’re all still in the first year of high school like ??? What?? Whereas KP starts in Freshman year and ends with Senior Graduation. The arcs of Danny/Sam vs Kim/Ron are just...D/S was definitely teased a ton more but by S3 you just get tired of it, not to mention the hypocrisy regarding the character relationships. Personal opinion warning, but Danny/Valerie had a lot more development in such a short time and was super interesting. Kim/Ron didn’t have as many teasing esp in S1 and S2 (it’s there though) but it def picks up in S3 and I love how their new relationship was handled in S4. Back to episodes, my favorite episodes for both are Reign Storm and So The Drama, but while I might be biased toward Reign Storm I’m gonna have to ultimately give better episodes overall to KP. So The Drama has Drakken going back to his Actually Dangerous roots from early on and becoming the closest to anyone to actually winning on his own merit (Shego stole the Tempus Simia from Drakken/Duff/MF and relied on weird time shit of Kim being “lost in the time stream” ((actual canon explanation)) to travel to the future specifically to stop her, to actually win) and is SO good when Dr. D finally gets defeated, plus (personal bias here) Kim and Ron’s teased hook-up finally happens. I will say though, I’m not a fan of S4′s Hana Stoppable/The Han story. As both shows are action-oriented, they definitely have their fair share of good fights but I think KP also has better action and fight scenes. Humor is extremely subjective but I think KP made me laugh more. Finally, DP is infamous for S3 just being bad whereas KP just got better and better with each season, though I’d put S4 below S3 and above S2. So: Lore = DP. Arcs, Action and Eps = KP.

Fandom: Ignoring the super gross shipping aspects of some parts of the fandom (If ur a P*mpousP*p or K*go shipper pls go away from my stuff i’m fucking serious), I think DP wins for this one. Many great OCs, (I really haven’t seen any for KP aside from next gen?) the already interesting lore is def expanded so much by fans, I legitimately don’t care for “Wes Weston” but my god did the fandom do some serious work for this boy. I don’t know too much about KP since the fandom seems kinda dead aside from some shipping stuff and a very slight revival from the movie, whereas DP ended before KP and is still very very active. DP wins fandom.

(Bonus) Reboots/Redesigns: I’m gonna be honest, I’m not sure what could be done better for KP aside from the mess of Disney’s out-of-order airings, a more serious reboot wouldn’t work for the show at all, but DP could definitely use a reboot and fixes the disaster of S3. And reboots & character redesigns are def a hot topic for the DP fandom. So DP gets this one, though I’m not sure if this is a good thing.

Final: So over all, 4 for KP and 4 for DP, or if you add the little groups, 7 for KP and 4 for DP. Overall, I’ll say KP is the better show, but DP shines with the fandom. I also have a personal bias in favor of DP but it makes them even out for me. If you want interesting lore and good fandom content, go for DP. If you want fun and interesting characters, actual character development and more action and drama, KP is the way to go.

But instead of picking one, just watch both!

#danny phantom #kim possible #disney #nickelodeon #ship hate /#asks #rue postings #Anonymous

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luv3r5 · 5 years

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HYUNG VER ;)

kim namjoon ◌༉‧

your anniversary was today and since the day namjoon laid eyes on you till the morning when you woke up that day, you always had your natural hair, curly in its own way. but you never bothered to straighten, solely on the fact that you were TERRIFIED of heat damage, until one day you decided to change it up a bit. while your bf was at the studio, you had been glaming up, getting ready to take joonie’s breath away. you wore a red silky lace dress, one of joon’s favorites, that complemented your skin effortlessly. as it was approaching seven o’clock and you heard a familiar unlocking at the door.

‘ahh ,, ___ !’ , namjoon shouted. you replied with a ‘im getting ready baby’ and he smiled, awaiting to see how stunning you would look. he walked towards the kitchen, taking out some food, sitting at the island. ‘okay im ready babe’ , you stated as you walked out your bedroom.

he COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE WAS SEEING. he hung his mouth agape as his baby came out in his favorite with her new hairdo.

‘oh baby, all this for me ?’ he said getting slightly horny from the sight. you walked to him, planting a kiss on his lips and told him you wanted to try something new for the year you’ve been together. beautiful as you were, he couldn’t help but to smile and kiss you even more, almost forgetting about the reservation .

kim seokjin ◌༉‧

‘ jagiiiyaa !!’ jin yelled as he came home from work. it was about 3pm and to your surprise, jin had came home early. that day was pretty lame since all of ur friends were out on vacation while you were stuck doing school work. out of pure boredom, u decided to fuck around and straighten your hair with your edges laid .

jin came through your door since you didn’t respond, to caught up with your hair. then he turn around towards the sound of daniel caesar coming from the bathroom and lost.his.breath.

‘ OHH WOOW what’s all this for, baby ???’ ‘nothing, i just got bored and changed up my hair a bit’ ‘when i tell u ive never seen something more, u best believe me like this is coming FROM ME’

min yoongi ◌༉‧

you and yoongi were getting ready to go out to meet up with your parents who came to finally meet the man their daughter always talked about. this was a very special moment not only for you but for yoongi, who was dying to ask his girl’s father for her hand in marriage. you wanted to look extra special so, for the first time you decided to lay you hair down. as you stroked the flat iron across your hair, you could smell the scent of burnt hair, almost instantly regretting it,but you kept going. you walked out the bathroom in a luminous black dress, almost mesh like as your bf stared in disbelief at the woman that was right in front of him.

‘wow’ were the only words that came from his agape mouth as he slowly made his way towards you.

‘what do you think babe too much?’ you asked. ‘NO! no , you’re beyond stunning.’

if you could blush, you’d be red as a cherry. if yoongi didn’t have to ask your dad for permission, he would’ve got on his knees ,begging for you to be his forever.

jung hoseok ◌༉‧

you and your bf were messing around at the studio one day, dancing to some yg song. and you blurted the most random shit you could think of.

‘how you feel about me straightening my hair?’ ‘I don’t know, i mean i never really gave it much thought, you already look beautiful the way you are.’ he cooed.

you just giggled and said, “come on”. you hoped in your car to the only salon in korea that at least know how to take of your hair. it took about 4 hours but it was sure worth it from the expression on hobi’s face.

‘damn shawty’ he said in his cute lil american accent. ‘wait till we get home’ he smirked. ‘UH UH NOT TODAY MY HAIR CAME OUT WAY TOO NICE FOR U TO MESS IT UP’

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Morning Skinny

anonymous said: Hi💖 can you write about Joe and You buying clothes for yourself with some flirting and innuendo.

(a/n: here’s a tiny lil piece of flirty joe/boyf!joe!!! it’s not much, but there’s some dorky little one liners in it if ur into that type of stuff. we love little shit joe)

“Well, there’s never a better time to go clothes shopping than bright and early!” you chirped, holding up another sundress that was on clearance and raising an eyebrow at Joe, who nodded slowly.

He was still half-asleep, following you through this department store clearance section in search of summer clothing that you could use on your vacation with his family over the New Year’s holiday. You’d dragged your boyfriend out of bed at nine a.m. to get ready to go to the mall, and he hadn’t mentally left bed yet, despite the fact that he was here between overloaded racks of clothing with you.

“I like the color,” he mumbled, almost incoherently. Then, he narrowed his ochre eyes and looked above your head for a moment, processing something briefly. His eyes flitted back down to meet your questioning gaze. “I don’t follow?”

“Clothes shopping in the morning?” you clarified, Joe nodding and making a quiet noise of surprise when you suddenly started off towards the fitting rooms. He followed swiftly, watching the material of the sundress whip around your legs and wondering why he’d even crawled out of bed in the first place. You snickered at a prolonged yawn he let out, then glanced over your shoulder. “Morning skinny, you know?”

“I…” he trailed off, inhaling sharply and running his tongue over his lower lip. “What? I still don’t follow. Did you say morning skinny? That sounds like a latte.”

“You sound like a latte,” you retorted halfheartedly, earning a snort from Joe despite your lame attempt at a comeback while you were escorted to one of the many available fitting rooms. “Morning skinny, Joe, do you really not know what that means?”

“I must have lived under a rock until now, because I’m still imagining an overpriced latte. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”

He had to smile a bit at the contagious giggles you let out as you hung your clothes on the hook inside the little fitting area, the door swinging shut and separating you from him for the moment. Glancing around, he decided to just lean up against the wall next to the door, resting his head against it and groaning softly. Even closing his eyes for a moment threatened to lull him off into dreamland, but your voice drew him back out of the sleepy state he was in, so he tried to focus on your voice and your voice only as you changed into the dress.

“Morning skinny is when you wake up and you haven’t eaten in over 9 hours so you’re hella skinny until breakfast because there’s nothing to take up space in your stomach.” Squinting, Joe frowned a bit. “So shopping in the morning is nice because you aren’t bloated from all the food you’ve eaten during the day.”

“I never notice a difference about you in the morning. You’re always skinny. Skinny Minnie.”

“Joe,” you deadpanned. “Flattery will get you…. nowhere.”

“False,” he retorted, raising an eyebrow as you opened the door and emerged in the sundress, a quizzical expression on your face. “Flattery got me here. At 10 in the morning. With my cute, insufferably chipper girlfriend who looks like she’s about to drop me for not knowing the difference between an empty stomach and a shitty coffee drink.” When you just continued to stare, Joe offered a sheepish smile. “But she still looks cute, I said?”

“Help me, please,” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully as you headed over to the large mirrors to your left, holding up the ties that were to rest around your neck and brushing your hair to the side. “I don’t want my tits to be falling out around your family.”

“Oooh!” Joe grinned in amusement as he came to stand behind you, his lithe, long fingers coming up to gently retrieve the straps from your fingers. As he tied, he wiggled his eyebrows and made eyes at you in the mirror, making you laugh and shake your head. “Sorry, the image…. It was titillating.”

Snorting, you swept your hair back into place when Joe finished, moving his hands to your hips instead, and you could see a mischievous smile on his face as he rested his chin on top of your head. Swaying back and forth gently, he took you with him as you both admired the sundress in the mirror, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” Joe cried out indignantly, not even looking the slightest bit embarrassed when you shushed him. But he lowered his volume anyways, gasping in shock at your declaration of just ‘not bad’ to your outfit. He was definitely more awake now. “Babe, you look hot. I wish I was cross-eyed so I could see how beautiful you are twice.” That got a giggle from you, and you leaned back into him when his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. “What? You like those corny lines?”

“They are… endearing, I guess,” you admitted, resting your hands on top of his and smiling when he started rubbing circles into your tummy with his thumb.

“And here I was thinking that a pretty girl actually fell for me because of my dashing good looks.” His voice was teasing, clearly not serious, but you still rolled your eyes at the sentiment and turned to face him, draping your arms over his shoulders and running a hand over the back of his hair. Humming in appreciation, he leaned into your touch, smiling fondly down at you and making your heart race the same way it had every day since you’d met him. He watched an amazed smile manifest on your lips, and he raised an eyebrow in question, swaying back and forth with you once more. “What’s wrong? Do I look sick?” When you shook your head quickly and grinned even wider, Joe grinned right back, moving his hands to your back and leaning in to kiss you gently. As he did, he dipped you backwards a bit and murmured against your lips, “My doctor did say I’m lacking some Vitamin U.”

“Oh my god, you ham,” you groaned playfully, ducking away from his kiss and instead receiving a peppering of kisses to your shoulder as one of his hands snuck to pinch your ass playfully. Giggling and relishing in the euphoria of your boyfriend’s attention, you almost didn’t notice the salesperson walk in, but the stink-eye you got from her when you looked over Joe’s shoulder was enough to send you into a flustered state, Joe whining as you slipped out of his arms and hurried back into the fitting room.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, turning around and meeting gazes with the salesperson, who gave him an identical look that made him let out a quiet ‘oooooh’ before turning back around. “Shit, my bad. Sorry!” Leaning back up against the wall next to the door, he pressed his cheek to the wallpaper, appreciating the coolness against his reddened cheeks as he spoke again. “You’re getting the sundress, right?”

“Uh, fucking duh,” came your quiet reply from the other side of the door, and Joe grinned as he closed his eyes again, waiting for you to change into the next outfit. When you finally emerged in a crop top and shorts, Joe let his sleepy hazel eyes flutter open and subsequently widen. His finger came to his mouth as he turned quickly to see if the salesperson had disappeared, which she had not. So, he bit down on his finger instead, cursing under his breath and making you laugh at his antics as you went out to the mirror again, purposely avoiding the gaze of the worker who wanted nothing more than to kick you both out right now. “What do you think?” you asked, turning and looking at the outfit from multiple angles before catching Joe’s eye through the mirror. He was torn between watching you and eyeing the salesperson warily, but he shuffled over to stand behind you anyways, resting his chin on your head while spreading out his hand and pressing it to your exposed stomach.

“Skinny latte,” he offered, making you laugh as you pulled his hand away and turned to face him, lacing your fingers together.

“Morning skinny, Joe. Morning. Skinny.”

“You should just give up now, I’m never going to remember what the hell morning skinny is,” he admitted, grinning and pulling your hand up to his height so he could press a couple soft kisses to your knuckles. Then, he spun you around in a circle, chuckling when you let out a soft giggle at the movement. “I love the outfit. You always look stunning in everything.”

“Then you are the worst person to bring shopping!” you teased, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go and heading back into the fitting room. He leaned against the door as it clicked shut, shoving his hands in his coat pocket as you continued. “I want to go shopping with someone who’s going to roast me if I put on an outfit that isn’t cute, you know! Not someone who’s going to lie and say I look cute in every single item of clothing I put on.”

“But you do look cute in every single item of clothing you put on!” he countered, pouting a bit when you groaned in response and continued pulling on the next outfit. “I’m serious! You’re a certified model, you can’t look bad in anything! The world envies you!”

There was a moment of silence as you finished pulling on the outfit, and Joe furrowed his eyebrows, quickly standing as the door flew open, revealing you in a gaudy red romper that looked cuter on the hanger than it did on you, or any person for that matter. There was probably a reason it was marked down, after all.

“Then what’s this?” you demanded, Joe biting his lip before a moment to stifle a laugh before reaching out to fix the sleeve a little bit. You saw the smothered smile that he was holding back, and you struggled to hide your own smile at his contagious amusement.

“A sexy fire hydrant?” he attempted, laughing when you rolled your eyes playfully and shut the door on him. “Come on, two out of three outfits is good! You did good!”

“I’m glad you at least didn’t try to hype this one up. I might have cried,” you admitted, biting back your laughter and changing back into your winter clothes again. “But you’re right. Two out of three is good. And I’m fucking starving.”

“Morning skinny not so much fun after all?” Joe snickered, joining you at your side when you finally emerged with the two outfits you’d chosen. When you shook your head, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you gently, chuckling at your feigned annoyance. “See, I remembered it then. Where do you want to eat, sweetcheeks?”

“Honestly, IHOP sounds so good right now,” you whined, leaning against his side a little as you headed back out to the registers, thoughts of strawberry crepes and hash browns swirling in your mind.

“Don’t need to go to IHOP to give you that breakfast sausage,” he intoned as he leaned over to press a nonchalant kiss to your head. The double meaning didn’t pass over your head for even a moment, and your jaw dropped as you looked up at him, your elbow digging into his side gently and making him laugh. “It was funny! Come on!”

“You’re filthy,” you muttered, giving him one more glance before you couldn’t help but smile a bit. Keeping your eyes trained forwards, you added, “But it was kind of funny.”

Joe cheered at your admission, lifting a fist and shaking it in victory before pressing another obnoxiously loud kiss to your head. “I’ve tainted you beyond repair! God, this vacation is going to be so much fun.”

“No breakfast sausage jokes on the vacation,” you groaned as you made your way back through the clearance racks, resting your head on his shoulder. “Or any jokes like that, god. If you want to… just say it.”

“Okay, well, that eliminates like…. 90% of my repertoire,” he mused, pouting his lips a little bit as he wracked his brain for new ideas. “Not even a little corn dog action? Only want my meat when I got bread?”

“Who invited you on this trip? Can I cancel my ticket?”

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smilemingyu · 5 years

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joli

member: kim seungmin (stray kids)

word count: 4.4k

genre: fluff!!!

a song to listen to: joli garçon by pink martini

warnings: so much fluff,, paris cliches,,,, haha

all i can think about at the moment is how fun a vacation to france would be with seungmin okay!!

okay so like ,,,

you’re seungmin’s best friend and he was like,, i want to go to france and take pictures and you’re like “ok, have fun!” and he’s like “no but…. i don’t want to go alone :(“

and you’re like uh oh,,, he’s pulling out his puppy dog eyes and you can’t say no to seungmin’s puppy dog eyes

and he also offers to pay for everything so like could really pass up a Free trip to france with your best friend???? absolutely not

so he plans it all out for you both and all you have to worry about is packing,,

you guys have a sleepover a little bit before and buy a notebook to write down some places to visit and some things to eat and you’re both just so excited to go

you buy a french translation book and you both study some common phrases and try to have conversations in french

which usually ends in both of you being confused and just laughing over how bad the others accent is

so your plane day comes and seungmin comes to your apartment at 4 am to make sure you’re prepared and he checks through a list of things before you guys go off to the airport

and you’re like,, so tired but can’t help but be fond of seungmin and his want to make sure everything goes well

on the airplane you both fall asleep and only wake up when you guys accidentally bump heads

and then you guys decide to watch a french movie without subtitles to see how much french you guys know

and throughout the whole movie you guys are like ???????? what is happening ,,, je ne comprends pas

so yeah your book didn’t help other than knowing Very Very basic phrases

but you don’t care because you both can speak english and they’ll probably have some english speakers in the touristy places

when you land, you’re both super tired so you go straight to the hotel seungmin had booked

and it’s a one bed room because it’s cheap and neither of you care about sleeping in the same bed because you already do when you have sleepovers anyways,

also it has a great view to all kinds of pretty lights because why would he get a bad view

you both knock out pretty quickly but you ordered some food first since you both had accidentally slept past the food being served on the plane

when you wake up the next day, it’s to seungmin shaking you awake and telling you you guys have to get breakfast

and you get dressed into a cute french inspired outfit because why wouldn’t you come on if you’re gonna be a tourist you might as well be a tourist

you and seungmin may have maybe went shopping beforehand to look for cute outfits together so you’re both dressed in similar outfits and you make sure to get a mirror selfie as seungmin blushes because,

you look like a couple AND you’re cute

and he definitely blushes harder when you say exactly that but he covers it up by rolling his eyes and grabbing his camera

you both head out to the latin quarter and go to a cafe seungmin had found online and you both order some food and coffee and sit at a table outside

seungmin takes some photos of the view you guys have from there, at the people walking by, and makes you pose for some photos with your coffee and shows the photos to you excitedly which is so endearing because he looks up everytime at you with sparkly eyes to see your reactions and it makes you melt inside because he’s the cutest

after he’s done taking photos he pulls out the notebook you guys planned together in and asks what you guys should do after he eating

since you’re already in the latin quarter and are near it, you pick to go to the panthéon and take some pictures there

you also decide to check out some of the stores around and then you set out to do what you planned

you buy a few things from a store, including something that seungmin likes and seungmin tries to pay for it but ur like , bro you’re paying for everything let me buy you something so he shuts up and gives you a smile when you hand it to him after buying it

you stop a few times, seungmin wanting to take a picture of you in front of some of the more aesthetically pleasing shops and wanting a picture of you on the road and you try to get him to give you the camera so you can take pictures of him also because he is cute TOO but he refuses

so you resort to sneaking pictures of him when you know he isn’t looking

and when you look at the photos you took later that night your favorite photo was one you had taken when he was taking a picture of a family (with their permission, of course, he’s not weird,,) and he just looks so focused and serious but cute all at the same time !

(side note: i love kim seungmin,,,,,,,,,,,, he’s the cutest he deserves the world okay ,,)

he lets you take a picture of him with his camera in front of the panthéon because like why would he pass that up,,

and you’re pleased when a lady passing by offers to take a picture of you both together so you both pose cutely and she comments on what a nice couple you are and both you and seungmin blush but you had already gotten a comment like that from the barista that you were just like aight,,,, guess in paris we’re a couple then

you guys giggle about that together and stop at another cafe to plan out your next move

you guys decide to plan a visit to the catacombs so you go back to your hotel to change into something a little more suitable that way you wouldn’t get your cute outfits dirty

you stay in the hotel room a little bit, looking at the photos seungmin took and texting your friends about how pretty paris is

hyunjin texts back with how he’s jealous and seungmin should have took him instead and you say better luck next time but the group chat had already started planning a group visit and you’re not complaining, because that would be fun

you guys head out soon and stop by a shop to buy a flashlight based on advice online that said to buy one

seungmin also secretly buys you a stuffed animal he noticed when you were looking at what drinks you could buy you both just in case you get thirsty and he hides it in his bag to give to you later

on the way to the catacombs, seungmin does the same as he did at the latin quarter and stopped to take some pictures, even asking some couples if he could take pictures of them in some broken french

he always compliments the couples which usually gets a compliment back to you and him which you thank them for because you might as well you know

you guys arrive to the catacombs and have to wait in line to actually go in so you both make conversation with a couple in front of you

they’re two girls your age who hang off each other and they tell you guys about what they’re gonna do afterwards (go and get some drinks at a cabaret) and offer you guys to join them and you’re like,,, sure sounds fun and seungmin also agrees

they make conversation about how they got together (they were best friends and just naturally slipped into a relationship) and they ask you how you and seungmin got together

and you and seungmin exchange looks and it’s obvious you’re both like ok what harm could it be to pretend we’re a couple in the pretty city of paris

so you make up a story about how seungmin confessed to you when you were stargazing one night and he wraps his arm around you naturally

so you enjoy the catacombs together with the couple, taking pictures inside and you take some photos of the couple and they take some photos of seungmin and you and you and seungmin start to hold hands sometime after leaving to keep the couple illusion going

you all decide to just walk around some shops and wait for it to get darker before you go to the cabaret and you try to ignore how good it feels to be holding hands with seungmin so naturally

you all go to the cabaret and order some drinks and you and seungmin don’t drink much because honestly you wanted to enjoy paris sober more than you’d want to drunk

you part ways with the girls later in the night to go back to your hotel (after exchanging numbers and saying you’ll definitely have to meet up for lunch the next day)

even after you had parted ways seungmin still held your hand but you tried not to think about it too much

when you get into the hotel room, he pulls the stuffed animal he had bought you earlier and hands it to you and you blush and are like “what’s this” and he blushes also and was like “it’s cute, reminded me of you so i wanted to buy it for you” so you give him a huge smile (which makes his heart beat a lot) and you give him a big hug

you fall asleep while you both watch a movie, cuddling the cute stuffed dog he had gotten you

the next morning you wake up a little later than the day before

seungmin was already awake and eating a bagel on the balcony and he has one prepared for you also when you come out to join him

you guys eat in silence looking out at the city until he breaks the silence

“our eiffel tower day is the last day, by the way..,, wanted it to be more exciting,”

you nod agreeing with his planning

you had two more days to go

when you’re done eating you guys pull out the notebook and makes plans for that day

you plan to go to the louvre and then meet up with the girls from the day before for lunch and then you’ll go to domaine national du palais-royal afterward,,,

and then you found out there’s a korean market near there so you both plan to stop by there to buy some stuff so you can make some dinner in the hotel room together

excited to have your day planned out you and seungmin dress into another couple outfit and you decide to mention that little uhhHh scheme (?) you guys had made the day before

“so ,, are we just gonna pretend to be a couple here,,?” you ask and seungmin looks surprised as if he didn’t think you’d mention and you see his ears turn red but don’t tease him for it.

“i mean,,, here is considered a pretty romantic place so,, i guessed we might as well,,” and you agree and grab his hand “then hello boyfriend” and blushes and laughs, before presses a kiss to your cheek “hello (girl/boy)friend”

it’s easy to fall into that kind of relationship with him, even if it’s just for show

it was like how the other couple had talked about,, very natural that you knew you were going to be sad once the paris trip was over because you already had a crush on him anyways but you decide it wouldn’t hurt too much to at least enjoy this charade for the time being

so you guys set off, holding hands and go to the louvre excited to see all the pretty art and take some great photos

he immediately unlocks his hand from yours to make you take photo in front of it first and has you do a bunch of different poses, laughing when you do a silly kind of pose and you smile back fondly and he snaps a photo again

he comments on how pretty you look before you take the camera from him and have him do the same as you

you ask a lady to take some photos of you both which she gladly does, giving you both a smile

seungmin gives your cheek a kiss when she takes a photo and you know you must be blushing in the next photo when he is looking down at you

when the lady hands the camera back to you both, she comments on how much you guys remind her of her and her husband and you smile and thank her

seungmin intertwines your hands again and you wait a little until you can go into the museum

you don’t notice when he takes some photos of you inside, before taking photos of the art because cliches are cliches for a reason and that’s because they’re fucking fantastic skfsj

you’re fascinated by all the art inside which seungmin finds really cute and he pays close attention to your words when expressing your love for each piece

my heart HURTS

he cutely smiles whenever you smile widely at him and can’t stop from taking more photos of you

when you guys leave, you’re a little sad but thankful you were able to see the nice works and you cheer up when seungmin wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk to meet up with the couple

while you all eat some lunch, you tell the couple about the louvre with all the passion you have for it, talking about how much of a life changing (i literally just wrote changbin five times before i could finally type that right imskfjsk) experience it was and one of the girls comment about how in seungmin looks with you which causes you to look up and make eye contact with him and you see how fond his eyes look and you’re done for-

you giggle when seungmin blushes and just buries his head into your shoulder, patting him on the head and earning coos from the girls about how cute you both are

after you guys eat you ask if the girls want to come to the domaine national du palais-royal (there has GOT to be a way to shorten that) and they agree to come with you (mentioning that they were leaving tomorrow morning and you’re a little sad but seungmin was secretly fine with it; not because he didn’t like them but because he had already made plans for the whole day tomorrow for the two of you) and you guys have some fun taking pictures there

the girls try to have you guys taking a picture kissing but seungmin just kisses your cheek and shyly says he doesn’t want to kiss for the camera to them which makes you feel a little insecure but you ignore the feeling

you all separate when you and seungmin go over to the korean market and you plan to make some bibimbap and rock, paper, scissors over who is going to pay

seungmin wins so he gets to pay but you secretly slip some cash into his bag when he isn’t looking

when you get to the hotel room, you both change into something comfortable before starting on the food and it ends up being just you making it with seungmin backhugging you and encouraging your hard work

you roll your eyes at him but keep yourself relaxed in his embrace

you both decide to eat on the balcony like you did that morning and you look out at the lights, admiring them

“everything about this place is so pretty,,” you mention and seungmin nods, “it really is” he brought his camera out to take some photos and he takes some photos of you too

you reply to your group chat and they ask you for pictures at the louvre so you have seungmin send you them (which he had already uploaded into his phone)

you send him the pictures that the lady had taken of you and seungmin and try not to blush when you see how fond you both look of each other and you send him so pictures of the art

seungmin sends the pictures he had taken of you without you knowing and texted “the real art!” making you blush even more and you’re surprised you didn’t even know he had taken them

so you send the photos you had snuck of him the day before without his knowledge when he was taking the photos of the family and text “the real camera focus!” and he looks surprised when you look at him

you both laugh when jeongin sends a “get a room” and you’re confused when hyunjin sends a “i thought you weren’t confessing until the eiffel tower??”

you look at seungmin but he looks as confused as you and texts “i have no clue what you’re talking about”

felix says something about hyunjin being dumb before hyunjin was like “lol wrong best friends,,, hyunjin and heejin are going to paris and heejin was planning on confessing,” and you’re like,,,,,, “haha what,,,,, we meet some girls named hyunjin and heejin” and hyunjin was like ,,, wait ,,,, send pics

and seungmin did and he was like “yo wtfff that’s them” and what a great coincidence that was

so you guys decide to do a group facetime with your group and you tell them about how cool paris is and you show them the view that you have and chan is like “woawww it seems so romantic” and seungmin is like “! it is !” and you’re like “haha yeah,,, everyone thinks that we’re a couple here” and minho is like “i’m pretty sure that’s not just a paris thing” which causes seungmin to glare at him and you to blush

jisung asks if you guys have learned any french while there and you answer, “oui, seungmin est un joli garçon” which seungmin looks confused at and you giggle and changbin is like “from my listening of french music,,, i know what that means” and you put your finger to your mouth in a shushing movement which he nods and laughs at

“I’m googling that,” seungmin says and you just shrug

you guys go to bed later in the night after facetiming with everyone for almost five hours and you’re so sleepy when you cuddle with your stuffed dog (you decided to name rimbaud) and seungmin is a little jealous of it even though he bought it for you

(have you guys ever facetimed your friends for five hours because if you haven’t i do recommend, it’s so refreshing,,,)

you wake up later than seungmin again and he’s not on the balcony or in the room when you look for him and you almost panic because didn’t kim kardashian get robbed in paris what if the same people took seungmin but then you find a note underneath a snack pack of fruit that reads “went to grab us some food! i’ll be back soon, joli (fille/garçon) <3” and you blush upon him calling you pretty (girl/boy)

you eat the fruit gummies and watch some TV until seungmin comes back

he’s holding a picnic basket when he comes in and he smiles at you

“i already planned today’s day specially, if you’re okay with that” and you smile brightly, “of course i’m fine with it”

and he tells you that you’re going to check out another museum, first off, as he puts the picnic basket into the fridge and you get dressed to match his outfit that day

you both take a selfie and text to your group chat that you’re off and you go out

he takes pictures as he did the other days and you’re happy that you stop by a cafe to get some coffee, smiling when the barista compliments your outfits

you both find the museum fascinating and this time you’re sure to take some photos of seungmin also

he smiles at it and then pulls you to switch your camera to your front camera and you both take some photos with the art and you decide to kiss his cheek at one piece of art and it was his turn blush over it

afterward, you head back to hotel and when you get there he grabs the picnic basket he had that morning out of the fridge

“now,” he says, “we’re going to have a picnic! i know you always want to have a nice picnic so i thought this would be the best place to do it… a lot of people recommended jardin du luxembourg for it, so we’re going there” you get really excited over it,,, you love picnics

“where are we going afterwards?” he blushes, but smiles, “a surprise” it makes you very curious

you arrive to the place for the picnic and put down a pretty blanket, and seungmin brings out some sandwiches and a bottle of wine “i felt like we needed a proper french picnic” you laugh as he brings out wine glasses also

(side note: i wrote this part while listening to quatre épines by josh savage ft. angéline so i recommend it!)

you both say a cheers, before drinking and listening to some music on a bluetooth speaker and eating

you end up laying down and looking at the sky, your head in seungmin’s lap and him playing with your hair

you feel so comfortable that way and almost start nodding off until seungmin mutters something

you open your eyes, curious, and he’s looking down at you smiling “huh?”

he chuckles, “nothing… you’re just… really pretty, you know?” you smile satisified, and your eyes begin to flutter as he starts playing with your hair again,,, you didn’t even know he had stopped, “you’re not too bad yourself” you mutter, before you feel yourself sleep into a comfortable sleep

while you sleep, a couple actually comes over and compliments how cute you guys are and seungmin thanks them before asking if they could take a photo of you both

they do, and seungmin is very happy with the photo he gets out of it, before taking some photos of you

he wakes you up a little later, shaking you from your sleep and having you stand up with him

he says he wants you both to stop at the hotel room to drop off the picnic basket and you walk with him, and he lets you lean onto him as you try to wake yourself up more

you stop by a cafe when you leave for the next stop to grab some coffee and you head up to the next attraction and you notice seungmin getting a little nervous when heading there so you grab his hand and try to soothe him, though you’re confused as to why he’s nervous

you guys get to a place called the wall of love, and you’re fascinated by it, immediately taking pictures of it

seungmin watches you silently before telling you he wants a picture with both of you in front of it and he asks someone to take a picture of you both and he says something you can’t understand in french to them

he turns you towards him when you’re getting ready to pose and decides to say something

“i was going to be cliche and do this at the eiffel tower but i decided this was undoubtedly a better place to do it,” before you can question him about his words, he holds your chin before leaning in and kissing you and you don’t even hear the shutter of the camera because you’re too busy kissing him back and trying to calm your heart

“i love you,” he says when he pulls back, and he points at the wall of love “i love you in more than 250 ways, but i felt like this would be fitting to show how much i love you”

your heart melts and you almost feel tears prick at your eyes, before you pull him down to kiss him again and that time you hear that camera shutter but ignore it “i love you too, so much. wow, do i love you.” he smiles brightly at you and your heart feels like it’s flying

he thinks the guy who took the photos for him and offers him money, but the guy shakes his head and smiles, “anything for a couple in love!” and you smile back over it

you take some more photos at the wall, smiling at how many times seungmin kisses you and seungmin asks some other people if he could take photos of them

that night, you both kiss on the eiffel tower, looking out at the city and you take some pictures there too, sending them to the group chat later on and gaining so much response from everyone that you laugh at and tell them you’ll talk about it when you both arrive back the next day

when you both fall asleep that night, it’s cuddling together and exchanging little kisses before actually nodding off, and seungmin almost feels bad that the stuffed dog he had gotten you was kind of forgot in that moment,

but he’s glad it’s him you’re cuddling instead.

notes: this makes me want to go to paris now i did this to myself,,, also my skz bias is changbin but i’m on such a seungmin kick lately,,, thank u seungmin. i’m lowkey proud that the french i wrote in this are from my own knowledge because of the one time i took french my junior year (even though i live in florida and everyone else took spanish,,,,, i’m kind of dumb bitch) okay i’ll shut up now,,,, also i recommend looking up the wall of love! it’s cute!!!! also i named the stuffed dog after french poet arthur rimbaud! he has amazing poetry and a pretty interesting life when he was alive, there’s a movie about him that leonardo dicaprio stars in! hope you guys enjoyed this, haha, it took a lot of research ksskj and 8 pages in google docs <3

#kim seungmin #seungmin #kim seungmin fluff #seungmin fluff #seungmin headcanon #seungmin scenario #stray kids scenario #stray kids fluff #stray kids #kim seungmin fic #!!!!! <3 #i'm proud of this okay skshd

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imagine-exo · 6 years

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A Taste of Home

Admin VIA here! Guess who finally finished her oneshot, a day before she’s supposed to move into her dorm? Apologies for not keeping up with the regular imagines, but I really wanted to crank this out before move-in.

I chose anon’s prompt “Friends to lovers with Baekhyun, or literally anything a little angsty and fluffy with baek” and went incredibly overboard. My goal? 1K words. End result? 3.4K where the hell did all this come from??

I had more to say, but it’s currently 1:42am and I can’t remember it. I’m just glad I finally got this done! (Without checking it over, so please let me know if there are any typos!)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, best friend!AU

Word Count: 3.4k (ish)

By: Admin VIA

Rated T for language. I really did try to keep this PG, but I couldn’t help but swear a couple times.

There are quite a few words that people associate with Byun Baekhyun. Singer is one. Puppy is another. But for you? Best friend is what he is to you.

But you desperately, passionately, selfishly, wish that that wasn’t the case. That you could be something more.

Falling for Baekhyun was pretty much involuntary, and most definitely hopeless. But, you tell yourself firmly, at least you’re lucky enough to be friends with him at all.

Your phone lights up and a text from needs to stfu flashes across the screen.

hey do u wanna buy me a matcha latte tomorrow?? pls have mercy on this poor boy

Not particularly, tbh

rude :((( not even for your best friend?? what can i do to melt your heart, elsa

Pay for your own coffee

ur so mean to me ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡ but FINE, i’ll buy my own AND treat you to your vanilla rose like a REAL FRIEND

Aww, love you~ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(◔_◔)

If only he knew how true that statement was, you think wryly. You drop your phone on the nightstand and wrap yourself up in your blankets, dreaming of a bright smile and of a universe where it was a familiar boxy-smiled boy keeping you warm instead of your thin, tattered blanket.

The bell chimes merrily as you push open the door to the small, bustling cafe. The barista on duty looks up at the sound of the bell, flashing an endearing gummy smile at you in welcome. Baekhyun’s not here yet, so you take a seat by the window, where a small vase is filled with bright yellow sunflowers. You prop your head up on your palm, losing yourself in the hustle that passes by the cafe.

“Here!” A cup of vanilla rose tea latte is thrust in front of you, along with Baekhyun’s mischievous smirk. He slides his own green tea latte across the table, slipping into the seat in front of the window.

“Move, you’re blocking the view,” you jibe.

“Bitch, I am the view,” Baekhyun retorts, lifting his chin in faux arrogance. You giggle, conceding in your mind. Especially now, with the sunlight falling on his hair and making turning the strands golden, Baekhyun looks absolutely radiant.

Suddenly, Baekhyun gasps dramatically. “Puppy!” he all but shrieks. You turn around just as the dog’s owner (and pretty much everyone else in the cafe) turns to look at him.

By the time you glance back around at him in bewilderment, Baekhyun is already out of his seat and making a beeline towards the panting pomeranian.

“Can I pet him? Or her?” he asks the girl hopefully, eyes alight. You can see her melt as he projects the full force of his puppy eyes at her, and she nods, smiling shyly. Baekhyun gets right to work, plopping onto the ground to stroke the dog’s ears and scratching lightly around the flank.

“Him,” the girl replies. “His name is Pickles.” She bends down, stroking Pickles’s fur, flushing when she makes eye contact with Baekhyun, whose smile has turned coy.

“And what’s your name?” He asks.

“I’m Suzanne,” she introduces herself, holding her hand out for him to shake. He grasps it, smiling warmly.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” Baekhyun compliments. “I’m Baekhyun.”

Still sitting in your booth by the window, you snort. What a flirt. Though you tease him about his greasiness, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter, wishing it was meant for you. And not for the first time, you can tell that yet another unsuspecting soul has fallen for Baekhyun’s charms. In fact, you can see the exact moment her heart melts — her eyes soften, her cheeks lift up in the tiniest hint of a smile, and a gentle blush spreads over her face and neck. You’re not surprised in the slightest. Baekhyun has always been able to effortlessly charm everyone he meets, though not merely through his endless flirting — and you are no exception. His kind eyes and contagious laughter haunts you even in your dreams while leaving himself clueless to the extent of his significance. You are also used to Baekhyun’s obliviousness— in all the years that you’ve been friends, never once has he reciprocated his admirers’ feelings, until the poor girl finally moved on. You are the odd one out in this scenario. As hard as you try, you are unable — or perhaps unwilling — to let go of your love for him.

Suzanne laughs gently, thanking him.

Something is different about this encounter, however. You watch, mystified, as Baekhyun’s smile turns bashful. He nibbles at his bottom lip and fidgets with his fingers, avoiding her gaze to look down at the puppy still underneath his hands.

“Sorry, was that too cheesy?” Baekhyun asks, still staring at Pickles.

“Yes,” you say, walking up to them.

Suzanne startles, and Baekhyun tries to glare at you, but he can’t do so without grinning. You can’t help but feel your mood lift when he sends you a brilliant smile, while Susanne’s face starts to fall, looking disappointed. She’s a nice girl, you can tell.

You empathize with her.

“I’m Y/N,” you say, shooting her a friendly smile. “I have the misfortune to be this idiot’s best friend.”

“Nice to meet you!” she replies, mirroring your smile. You bite your lips, unsure of what to say next.

“Err, I have an appointment soon, so I should really grab my coffee and go,” Suzanne says reluctantly, her eyes sliding over to Baekhyun.

He pouts. “Can we meet up again? Er...I mean, I would really love to play with Pickles some more,” Baekhyun grins.

Suzanne smiles happily, genuinely, and her face is alight with a warm, comfortable glow. You can see why Baekhyun is so taken by her, but you can’t help but feel slightly inferior. Baekhyun waves to Suzanne as she heads out, pocketing his phone and her newly saved number carefully, almost reverently. Sliding back into his seat across from you, he sighs blissfully.

“She’s so pretty,” he says, eyes glowing and a dopey smile on his face. You hum noncommittally, letting him gush to his heart’s content as you try to force your own feelings aside, for the sake of his happiness.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into a month since Baekhyun met Suzanne in that cafe. Since then, Baekhyun and Suzanne have gone on countless dates, both with and without Pickles.

Since then, you have frequented that lively cafe, that window booth that allows you to lose yourself in the heavy flow of traffic. In fact, you’ve spent so much time there that the gummy-smiled barista knows your name, order, and and practically everything else about you.

“Vanilla rose tea latte, just the way you like it,” Minseok’s voice sounds next to your ear. You look up, smiling gratefully at him, and hand him the exact change, which he tucks into his apron pocket. Seeing as the cafe isn’t too busy, Minseok slides into the seat across from you as he always does whenever he sees you sitting there alone.

“So, no lover boy today?”

You snort. “Minseok, you know we’re not dating, he’s dating Suzanne.”

“Yeah, I was there when they met,” he grins at you. “But I noticed that you didn’t deny anything—you’re totally in love with him.” Minseok speaks matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t just casually reveal the secret you’d guard with your life.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you splutter, caught off guard.

Minseok merely quirks an eyebrow at you, lips curling into a smug, lopsided grin. The glint in his eyes are all too knowing, and you know he didn’t fall for your flimsy denial.

“Why the fuck are you so perceptive?” You grumble.

The barista laughs. “Is there anyone who can’t tell that you’re in love?”

“You’re in love with someone?” A familiar voice says, incredulous. You look up to see Baekhyun, shocked. “Who?” He asks, pouting.

Minseok smoothly slides out of the seat. “Good afternoon, Baekhyun. Let me go make your coffee. Er, remind me of your order again?”

“Matcha latte,” you respond instead.

“Er, I’m actually feeling an Americano today,” Baekhyun plops into the seat that Minseok had just vacated, staring intently at you.

You blink at him. “I thought you said those were too bitter for you.”

“Who?” The boy in front of you demands again, ignoring your unspoken question. Minseok turns around, sending you a wink.

“Uh, nobody you know,” you respond, cursing inwardly at the retreating barista. You can tell Baekhyun doesn’t quite believe you, but he drops the subject. You’re a little suspicious—he must have something else on his mind. Usually, he continues acting bratty until you give him what he wants—it’s like your presence brings out the toddler in Baekhyun.

“What do you think about Suzanne?” Baekhyun asks.

You startle, not expecting the question. “Well, she seems nice? And she seems to make you happy, so that’s good. I think she’s good for you,” you say. And you are being genuine—Suzanne’s quiet, steady presence is a good balance against Baekhyun’s spontaneous nature without holding him back.

“I think I really like her,” Baekhyun confides quietly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You smile weakly back, trying to ignore the sharp dagger of jealousy piercing your heart. You know she’s good for him. “That’s great,” you tell him as sincerely as you can. “I’m glad you’ve finally found a girlfriend.” You try to shake off your bitterness by reviving your usual banter. You’d think a month would be enough time to get over yourself, you think sourly. After all, Baekhyun is your best friend, first and foremost. You refuse to let unrequited emotions cloud your desire for your best friend’s happiness.

“Do you think…it’s too soon to ask her to move in?” Baekhyun asks shyly, hope in his eyes and a sheepish grin on his lips.

You gape at him. “Yes!” You splutter, telling yourself that your fervent opposition is for his own sake, and not because of your fear that his relationship will grow even stronger and leave you behind. “You’ve been dating for a month!”

“I thought you liked her!” Baekhyun protests. He clearly wasn’t expecting your answer, and is growing defensive.

“I do!” You blow air out through your nose, frustrated. “But I’ve met her like three times! So yes, I do like her, from what I know about her, but I don’t know her!”

“But I do!” Baekhyun flares. “I’m going to do it anyway.”

You sigh. This is the spontaneous side of Baekhyun presenting itself as impulsivity, and you’ve known Baekhyun for long enough to know that whatever you say will not be able to change his mind. “Why did you ask me in the first place, then? If you just ignore everything I say.” Your words are biting.

“I thought you would be supportive! I guess I should’ve known better.” Baekhyun sends you one last betrayed glance, before striding towards the door, brushing past a bewildered Minseok holding cup of dark coffee, absent of the beautiful foam art you’re used to.

You exhale slowly. How did things come to this?

Days pass, and you find yourself in the same seat, by the same window. The same drink is set in front of you every time, yet somehow, you never seem to tire of it.

“Why don’t you try a different drink?” Minseok asks, as he sets the vanilla rose tea latte down for the third time that week. “I know it’s your favorite drink, but damn, even I’m getting sick of it, and I’m not even the one drinking it.”

You hum a little, taking a sip and letting the gentle sweetness fill your senses. “I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s not that I don’t want to try something new,” you muse. “I do want to try the barista picks and stuff. But this is familiar to me? It’s in my comfort zone, and I can’t bear to give it up.”

Minseok tousles your hair playfully. “Well, if you ever decide that you want a change, I’ve got just the thing for you.”

Before you can reply, the bell above the door jingles. Minseok turns around, greeting on his lips.

Baekhyun drags his feet in, clearly upset, eyes clouded over and far away.

“Baekhyun?” Minseok calls his name gently.

Baekhyun smiles weakly. “One Americano, please.” He speaks quietly, a far cry from his usual boisterousness.

“You were right,” he mumbles.

You grimace. Baekhyun’s pain is your pain, and it hurts to see him so lifeless. “I usually am,” you attempt to joke, “but what about this time?”

“Suzanne said it was too soon.” Baekhyun looks straight into your eyes. “We...we’re on a temporary break.” He sounds as if the words are hard to force out.

“Do you love her?” You ask quietly.

Baekhyun plays with the rings on his finger. The hopelessness in his eyes and in his actions tell you all that you need to know. Yes, he is in love.

You sigh. As much as you want him for yourself, you resolve to cast aside your own feelings so that you can help him find his own happiness. You put your hand on his, stopping his fidgeting with his rings, and draw courage from the warmth of his hand.

“I think you scared her,” you tell him softly. “Give her some space and call her again tomorrow. I think you should be patient.”

Just then, Minseok comes by with Baekhyun’s Americano. He makes a move to clear your empty cup, when you stop him.

“I think I’m ready to try something new,” you tell the barista earnestly. “What do you recommend?”

Baekhyun gapes at you, lips parted in surprise.

Minseok’s eyes light up. “Give me a minute!” he says cheerfully. As he walks off, Baekhyun looks at you questioningly.

“Is Minseok the one you’re in love with?” Baekhyun asks, hesitant.

You blink in shock. “What? No! Where did you get that from?”

“You’ve always refused to try anything else whenever I asked!” Baekhyun pouts at you, eyes narrowing. Though he seems offended, you can see your best friend’s usual playful temperament coming back.

Minseok sets your new caffeine down with a flourish. “Lavender earl gray latte!”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrug casually, addressing your words to both Minseok and Baekhyun. Minseok beams with pride before walking off to tend to his other customers. “Feelings don’t last forever, and neither do tastes,” you muse, almost to yourself.

“So you are in love with someone.”

Baekhyun’s voice is flat, borderline angry. You look up in shock. Perhaps he wasn’t pretending to be offended after all; you can see the fire brewing behind his eyes.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” You’re bewildered at the sudden change in mood.

Baekhyun is growing angry now, a rare sight in itself. “I have never kept something from you in all these years that I’ve considered you my best friend. So why did you think it’s okay to hide something so important from me?”

“You’re not entitled to my life,” you snap back, matching his tone in intensity. You need to change the subject before he finds out even more. Words are spilling out of your mouth without filter now, in your panic to hide your deepest secret.

“Well, yeah,” Baekhyun says, bewildered and indignant and clearly offended, “but I thought you trusted me.” He bites his lip, looking so much like a kicked puppy that you can’t help but sigh heavily, feeling all your cloud of anger start to dissipate around the edges.

“Look, Baek, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” you start to explain, taking care to keep your voice level. Before you can finish, however, Baekhyun mutters underneath his breath.

“Sounds like an excuse to me.”

“Excuse me?” Your temper flares right back, burning as bright as it was before. Baekhyun snaps his head up, looking at you sharply in the eye.

“I said, sounds like an excuse for your cowardice to me.” You never knew that his voice could be so cold, as his eyes burn so hot. His gaze is scalding — still the embodiment of the sun, but instead of the warm sun rays that you normally bask in, you’ve forgotten to wear sunscreen and now the rays are scalding your skin, blistering and peeling away your layers of self-control, one by one.

“I am scared!” You shout at him suddenly, voice breaking. Baekhyun finally shuts up, staring at you with wide eyes. “I am absolutely terrified. I am so fucking in love with you that it petrifies me!” There it is. Your best kept secret, hanging in the open air, completely out of your reach. The only thing you can hope for is that Baekhyun will catch it, rather than watching it fall and shatter on the ground along with the glass shards of your heart. You grip the handle of your mug tightly, watching the coffee swish around the brim, nearly spilling over.

Silence greets your statement. For once, the ever talkative Baekhyun is speechless, mouth open in an attempt to find that words that do not exist.

“So forgive me,” you lower your voice now, muttering sarcastically, “if I wanted to preserve this friendship that you seem to treasure so much.” You stand up and turn away, hiding your face before Baekhyun can see the hot tears roll down your cheeks and under your chin. It’s fallen, you think. Fallen and shattered and irreparable, just as you feared. You begin to take slow, heavy steps in no particular direction but away, unshed tears blurring your vision.

“Wait.” Thin fingers wrap themselves around your waist, pleading. “I didn’t know,” Baekhyun admits meekly, innocence and confusion coloring his voice. After your deafening confession, his response sounds like a mere breath.

“I know.”

Your voice cracks, defeated and pathetic.

“So please, just let me get over you.”

This time, it is you who leaves Baekhyun behind, your new coffee order sitting on the table, untouched.

A week passes with no word from Baekhyun. You’re trying your hardest to move on, but it’s difficult when all you do is stare at your phone and hope to see needs to stfu flash across the screen.

You’re afraid of going back to Minseok’s cafe and being reminded of the emotions that escalated there, but in your misery, all you really want is a vanilla rose tea latte. Just as you drag yourself onto your feet to make the trek to the cafe, the doorbell rings.

When you crack open the door, you’re greeted by Baekhyun’s familiar boxy smile and two matching coffee cups.

“Vanilla rose tea latte, just for you!” He hands you the cup, grinning at you, and it’s as if the events of the the past week — no, the past month — had never happened. He takes a sip of his own cup, and you can smell the matcha from where you stand.

You take a long drink from your cup, and the familiar sweetness of the latte brings you instant comfort — it tastes like home.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun begins, seriously, earnestly.

You look up, fearing the worst. Was the coffee an attempt to butter you up?

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You swallow your mouthful of coffee too quickly, and it burns going down. “What?” You hack out, choking. “What about Suzanne?”

“I didn’t call her,” Baekhyun tells you. “Not immediately. I thought about what you and I thought about me, and realized that what I felt for Suzanne wasn’t love. I was happy, yes,” he smiles slightly, “but I was so focused on myself that I didn’t think of her feelings.”

Baekhyun then grins cheekily at you. “But you’ve always been thinking of me, haven’t you? About how I felt, and you were willing to give up so much for me.”

“I’m glad you understand,” you finally say, “how hard it is to put up with you.”

Baekhyun beams. “But you love me!” he exclaims happily, throwing his arm around you. “And you can’t deny it this time!”

You crack a smile. “Yes,” you agree quietly, “I do.”

And when his lips meet yours in a chaste first kiss, you think the flavor of matcha has never tasted better.

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the-trth-untold · 5 years

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now its ur turn. do all of the sweetheart asks.

god jsjsjhdjk im just letting u kno these answers r gonna be BORING but hhhh THANK U

1. Talk about your first love.

i’ve never been in love, never been in a relationship before. BUT i can vaguely remember my first crush back in 2nd grade. all i can remember was that his name was kyle and he was the only boy who ever spoke to me and my brain just went !!!

2. What’s the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard in your opinion?

Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS or What Was Our Love All About - Adrian Milanio and Marylou Villegas

these are just two that i can think of there are A LOT of beautiful songs

3. How’s your heart feeling right now?

fine??

4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do?

i dont really do any self care things??

5. What’s your skincare routine?

i dont do any skincare routines either... ik im a monster

6. How did you get to be so beautiful?

u must be blind if u think that

7. Do you have any stuffed animals?

i used to have over 50 stuffed animals, i would always place them all over my bed neatly but i got rid of them now :(

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

Myrtle Beach, SC because it was my first vacation spot and i was so happy seeing two dolphins close to the shore

9. Favorite thing about your room?

the color of my walls and blankets lol mint green and peach colors

i dont have anything cool in my room

10. Opinion on love?

i mean, it’d be nice to experience it some day and i hope i do but right now im content being by myself

11. Are you affectionate?

if i know you very well i can be, if not im very awkward and will barely make any eye contact with you

12. Who do you look up to?

i look up to people who have struggled a lot in their life, people who can be optimistic in any situation

13. Favorite poet?

i dont read much poetry, but i loved reading some things Emily Dickinson has published

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

honestly any disney song makes me happy! im a huge disney nerd and listening to any of those songs makes me feel nostalgic.

when im in a bad place, any slow, ballad sounding song can calm me down

15. Do you play an instrument?

i played the flute in middle school but dropped it after less than a week LOL

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

i like doing digital art but im not good at it and i dont have adobe illustrator anymore so i haven’t done anything recently

17. Do you dance? What style of dance?

i cannot dance and no one will make me

IM TOO EMBARRASSED EVEN IF IM ALONE HAHAHA

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?

im a libra

i somewhat believe in astrology, i know there’s more to it than just your sun sign and there are different placements that make you different from the stereotypical traits people use for each sign

a lot of the “things about each sign” can be used for anyone because the responses can be very vague and many people can relate to

19. Favorite old film?

too many

the shining, the breakfast club, carrie, pretty in pink, etcetcetc

20. What’s your hairstyle?

idk its a mess

curly/wavy and i have hardcut bangs

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

fall weather, where its like 50 F (or 10 C for all u weirdos out there), cold enough to put on a flannel and boots

22. What upsets you most about the world?

i only have two hands but there are so many cats and dogs. i cannot pet all of them. (IM SORRY THIS WAS UR ANSWER DASHA BUT IM KEEPING IT ITS SO CUTE AND FUNNY AND I RELATE)

23. Are you in love right now?

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

i dont have a crush lol

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!

yes!!! i have two gorgeous puppies!!! if u wanna check them out u can follow my instagram i post them all the time @ the.moon.atomic

they’re such dorks but they fit my household idk how to describe it they just belong in my house hahha

26. Do you have a lucky number?

i dont really believe in lucky numbers

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?

no, and i never heard about wishing on a fallen eyelash haha

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work?

no???????? i dont even know what that is

29. Do you believe in magic in general?

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

when people finally stop hiding their true selves, show their real smiles, and laugh so hard they snort

idk i just love people, well, most anyway sjsjhzjdsk

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?

love them

theyre such pure colors and they just remind me of newborn babies hahaha

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite?

piano definitely

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain?

yes! yes to both! i love rain more though, sorry wind

34. Who makes you happy?

my friends, family, and my mutuals

35. What makes you happy?

listening to music

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?

ohh well i’d be living on germany for starters hahaha

id like to have my own house, maybe living with a best friend

definitely like 5784538902 cats and dogs, i love them

at some point id like to have a relationship LOL

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

only on rare days ill put on makeup, i only use eyeshadow, liner, and mascara and ive never gone to a store thats just for make up, i just go to a pharmacy lol

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?

only if i absolutely have to, the dress i wore for my senior pictures is my favorite

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?

noo, ive never been in a relationship

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?

i kinda really dont have one, not irl anyway

@neo-bangtan @mini-pretzel are my closest friends online, i love everything about u guys

41. Introvert or extrovert?

introvert

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI?

im isfj

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, or an angel?

uh idk?? i wouldnt want to be immortal so

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you?

acid jazz singer - the fratellis

45. Parlez-vous français?

no my french sucks

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to?

honestly i cant think of any place pennsylvania sucks ahhaha

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home?

home...... my bed...... LOL

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous!

only if im not looking at myself lol

49. Favorite shoe you own?

slip ons or my new balance

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them?

N O i am so accident prone i can barely walk barefoot without tripping

51. Do you feel loved?

kinda? sometimes?

52. How do you express love to those you care about?

just giving them a hug lol or saying i love you

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment?

no ones ever called me any but i like baby, im a simple girl

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?

nothing?

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been?

meeting new people who share the same interests

56. Are you happy right now?

im pretty neutral atm

57. What makes you smile?

really awful jokes that ARENT EVEN FUNNY AND TALKING DASHA AND KARINA

58. Do you laugh a lot?

i guess??

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic?

soft vibes i guess haha

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)?

i dont see myself marrying but if i would it would definitely be for love

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married?

i dont really want to get married, most of the time it ends in divorce and theres just a lot of paper work and its a hassle i dont see a point in it

62. Favorite flower?

hydrangeas

63. Favorite artist?

edgar degas

64. Favorite music artist?

bts lol

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you?

i try to be kind to everyone, i dont know if others perceive me that way but i think kindness is very important to me

66. Ever made a playlist for someone?

once and i loved it, pls ask me to make a playlist for u

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath?

music and a soft blanket

68. Early bird or night owl?

early bird

69. Morning routine?

wake up, look in the mirror, look away from the mirror, go back to bed. (AGAIN THIS IS UR ANSWER DASHA BUT IM KEEPING IT HHAHAHAHA)

70. Night routine?

shower and watch netflix until i fall asleep

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion?

being humble

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after?

yes yes and yes

im such a cry baby i will cry at everything if u yell at me or if disappoint u im so sensitive

73. Do you like hugs?

yes but i dont receive many hugs

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

never

75. Are you small or tall?

small, 5′4 or 164cm

76. Do you like wholesome memes?

who doesnt

77. Favorite thing about the past?

anything that makes me feel nostalgic

78. Do you ever wonder about the future?

yes

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in?

nooo

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports?

ive never been on a plane

81. Sunrises or sunsets?

sunsets

82. The beach or a forest?

beach

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood?

when im sleeping lol

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t?

i try to

85. Favorite kind of tree?

what kind of question is this i dont know anything about trees

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth?

i want to but i dont do anything for it

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything?

fieldtrips in school

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?

i try to read more, my favorite book is more happy than not

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment?

disney, i just put my christmas tree down and the ornaments are disney characters

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have?

honesty i guess?

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance.

my eyes

92. When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about?

after i bathe

93. Do you worry a lot?

yes all the time

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

dazzling lights of the city

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason?

96. Favorite pastry?

??????????? i dont know??????????

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness?

YEAH

98. How’s your day/night going?

fine so far, i dont have to work today so im just chillaxing

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cyb-by-lang · 6 years

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Shell Game (10/?)

Kei’s week ends on a couple of high notes.

Saturday’s four class periods were entirely mundane after the ridiculous first week, because Kei didn’t get pulled out and wasn’t being shouted at by anyone but Isobu, who knew multiplication better than she did. He was also picking up Modern Literature coursework faster, which Kei figured said more about her than him. Even a week into the term, she was not the best student. Senioritus set in early and didn’t let go.

Honestly, if not for the utter havoc of the first three days, Kei probably would have said it was a nice way to end the week. As things stood now, though, she was a little antsy and rather eager to get out of UA. Everything going wrong seemed tied to the school. Lying to Midoriya and saying she’d had a run-in with a mugger didn’t make it less true.

It seemed like it was going well until she was about to walk out the front door of UA, at which point a voice more accustomed to booming tried to whisper, “Young Gekkō, if I could have a word?”

Kei turned on her heel and stared down the…emaciated dude in an oversized yellow pinstripe suit. Kei blinked twice, surprised. While she’d seen the guy around, in the same vague way as she knew the school had other class years and people who weren’t involved in almost dying a lot, she couldn’t put a name to the face. If she had to make a comparison, especially with the way his baritone didn’t seem to suit his body, she’d call him Skinny Steve.

“Fine,” Kei said, and followed back into the thrice-damned school building. “I’m assuming you’re a teacher here?”

“You’d be right,” he said. “Heroics only, however.”

Huh. “Makes sense. I don’t recognize you.”

This could be a trap.

At this point in the week, I’m about ready to push somebody out a window for that kind of crap. Let me have this.

Once again, Kei made her way to the all-too-familiar staff room. Ambling along after the unidentified teacher, she spotted Mummy-Aizawa snoozing under a desk. Or maybe his yellow sleeping bag had just developed sapience and its owner’s personality. It was hard to tell.

Nonetheless, the pair of them settled on the couch (skinny dude) and the opposite chair (Kei). There was tea already there, but it’d long gone cold.

“Did you need to speak to me about something…?” Kei trailed off, unsure what to call him. She didn’t have the civilian names of most of the teachers memorized anyway, and it was at least plausible that this guy had been a hero in the past.

“I wanted to apologize,” the guy said, drawing a blank look from Kei.

“Okay…?” Kei paused. This was already awkward enough. “Look, what do I call you?”

There was a pause on his end, too. Then, much akin to Tsunade’s youthful facade stitching together after she used her regeneration a little too much, the bony guy filled out right in front of Kei’s eyes. It went fast enough that the air actually popped, and the guy’s hair shot upright like gel was some universal law unto All Might.

…Is All Might secretly a muscly balloon animal? Kei mentally whacked Isobu’s shell. Did you see that?!

I am using your eyes to see. I certainly saw that.

“Uh,” said Kei, once Isobu whacked her in retaliation. “That’s a…neat trick?”

The conservation of mass is a lie.

It may just be on vacation.

As though Kei hadn’t said anything or made a deer-in-headlights face at him, All Might bowed about as far as he could while sitting. “Young Gekkō, I most humbly apologize for the strike I dealt you during the USJ incident! Had I taken thorough stock of the situation, I would not have made such a heinous miscalculation! My apologies!”

The sapient sleeping bag grumbled a general affirmative. Sounded like Aizawa-sensei had probably said more when he had more energy. That was about as close to approval Kei had ever gotten from him.

“I mean,” Kei said after a second, “if I hadn’t known I wasn’t going to hurt anyone besides the villains, I would’ve probably punched me too.”

“You should never make excuses for the poor actions of pro heroes, Young Gekkō!” All Might insisted, while Kei tried to subtly reel back from the volume he was using. “As a symbol of my trust, I have revealed my true form. It is a poor apology for my actions at the USJ, but I hope it is one step toward forgiveness, Young Gekkō!”

“Well, then I can do this?” Kei waved a hand in front of her face just as All Might looked up. Between her hand cutting off his view and no longer doing so, she’d let Isobu’s chakra leak into her coils. Her eyes itched a little, as they always did when they took on Isobu’s traits. “The, uh, the thing I do? This is the most basic stage. Can’t do the other one indoors without breaking things.”

The two of them regarded each other—a man with pitch-black where white ought to be in his eyes, and a girl with utterly inhuman eyes from another being entirely.

“Just accept the apology already,” Aizawa-sensei griped from the corner. “I’m trying to sleep.”

But he had a point. “I accept your apology, All Might-sensei. Please don’t do it again.”

Just as Kei dropped the usage of Isobu’s chakra, All Might poofed back into his skinny shape. Once the smoke cleared, he scratched at the back of his now-limp head of hair. “You’re pretty easygoing…”

“Did you expect something different?” Kei asked, gently challenging.

“I did, but now I see I was wrong.” All Might settled back onto the couch, but he did bow one last time. Just a bit. “Go on, Young Gekkō. Enjoy your weekend.”

“Thanks, All Might-sensei.”

“When I look like this, please call me Yagi-sensei.”

Kei waited just long enough to make sure she wasn’t going to be scolded for using the title even for his incognito form, but nothing was forthcoming after Kei bowed to show her agreement. On her way out of the room, she leapt neatly over Aizawa-sensei and ducked out into the hall.

It was time to leave the freaking campus behind for the week.

She checked her phone once she was on the train, ignoring news updates for the moment.

GreenThumb: u get hayate for sat-sun

GreenThumb: hes been buggin me for 2 days

GreenThumb: and u need more marble things

TMNT-TNT: Hand the phone to him

GreenThumb: r u on ur way back?

TMNT-TNT: Yeah but he doesn’t have a phone

TMNT-TNT: Have him call me

Not four seconds later, Kei’s phone started ringing. “Yeah?”

“I get to stay over the weekend!” Hayate’s grin was audible. “And you have to let me see the city this time. I got the Hokage to sign off for a ‘cultural project.’”

Kei didn’t want to know how much wheedling it would’ve taken Sensei to cave to Hayate’s demands, because there was a chance it’d be used against her. “Okay, but the first thing we need to do is get you clothes to blend in better.”

“Seriously?” But before Kei could argue her point, Hayate gave in. “Fine, fine. I’ve been looking out the window and nobody dresses like Obito.”

There was a muffled “Hey!” in the background.

“These phone things are pretty cool,” Hayate managed to say, while apparently fighting Obito off one-handed. There was a thud and the sound of struggling stopped.

“They are,” Kei agreed.

“Come back soon, okay?” Hayate paused, thinking over what he’d just said and finding it a bit too heartfelt, then added in a brighter tone, “Or else we’ll both starve to death.”

Teenagers. “Got it.”

Well, it was like All Might said. Kei fully expected to enjoy her first weekend of the school year.

By the time she got back to the apartment, Obito looked like he was perfectly ready to leave for a week. Instead, though, he jokingly saluted Kei and only said he had one more delivery to go, at which point he disappeared into thin air with a message scroll.

Kei, who could recognize Sensei’s calligraphy on the outside wrapping at a glance, let him get on with it. She had a kid brother to look after instead.

“Please don’t make me wear one of those,” Hayate said, indicating Kei’s school uniform. To Hayate’s shinobi-trained sensibilities, it probably looked pretty ridiculous. Kei didn’t disagree.

“I won’t,” Kei promised, and once she had a chance to change, they were off.

Kei, who had quite the discretionary budget and little to spend it on besides food and train fare, found that her little brother’s presence had a way of punching a hole in her established bottom line. It wasn’t because he was hard to provide for, but rather that he had a list and was checking it twice. Hayate wouldn’t have minded going to tourist hotspots or trying junk food that didn’t exist in Konoha, but people back home had tacked on things like university-level medical textbooks (Rin), ludicrously specific novelty kitchen gadgets (Kushina), and omamori from every shrine they could find (Genma). As such, Kei spent most of Saturday afternoon running errands with her kid brother in tow.

Shinobi weren’t above making a conveniently traveling friend buy souvenirs.

Hayate, for his part, had plenty of fun flitting from place to place like a kid at a theme park once Kei got him a replacement for his haori-style coat. There was no way to fully hide his starstruck behavior, but Kei found that his constant rubbernecking and the barrage of questions actually revealed how much she’d been learning about Tokyo. And, underneath her constant griping, her appreciation for the city and all it offered. Even with the occasional superpowered fight.

“This kind of stuff is so unnecessary,” Hayate muttered while they waited for a train. The second ride of the day, in fact.

“Mass transportation?” Kei asked, still half-listening to the station announcements. Between the various circuits they’d made and Kei’s lingering unfamiliarity with the system, it’d be easy to get lost. Again.

“Yeah. I mean, can’t we just…run?” Hayate kept his voice down, at least. “I mean, so many of us can go so fast…”

“Turning to technology means that more people can benefit, though,” Kei explained distractedly. “I mean, it’s not just about people with powers, you know?”

Though the shinobi world sure pretended it was. Half the roads even in Konoha weren’t paved. Kei probably ought to tell Sensei to rethink that policy, but it was difficult to explain without vehicles to reference.

Hayate frowned. “I guess?”

And though Kei hadn’t been a student at UA for long, or managed to be particularly good at it, she could say, “There’s also the fact that even heroes with really wild powers tend to use support items. Endeavor can’t exactly go around wearing normal clothes with his face on fire.”

Though she did kind of question why All Might couldn’t find clothes that fit both of his forms.

“So…” Hayate leaned back a little, hands loaded down by shopping bags. “Is it like fūinjutsu?”

“A bit,” Kei agreed. “But instead of spending years mastering the art alone—”

“You can have a lot of people benefit because anybody can use it,” Hayate concluded, which was a bit of a forty-five degree turn. But it was okay. Not a great analogy, but not the worst ever made.

Kei shrugged. “Sure.”

They made it through a few more stops before Hayate really started to flag. It had little to do with actual endurance, and a lot more to do with mental fatigue. Any person could only process so much in a day, and shoving Hayate into an urban environment even with a tour guide was a bit over the top.

“I’ve never seen so many buildings or people in my entire life,” Hayate said, once they were on the last train of the day. His shopping bags had ballooned a bit, making it difficult for others to find places to sit. “How can you stand it?”

“I got used to it,” Kei replied, rearranging the bags to give other people a few more spaces to sit. This was absolutely silly. “You holding up okay?”

“Mostly?” Hayate managed to keep a straight face for a while, then couldn’t hide a jaw-cracking yawn though he ducked his head. “Sorry, it’s a lot.” He scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his free hand, like he’d been trying not to do all day. The city air didn’t agree with him. They’d already had to pick up cough medicine just in case.

“Good thing we’re headed back, then,” Kei was feeling the day drag on, too. “I’ll cook. You take a nap and we’ll have a slower day tomorrow.”

Hayate, after managing a tired, “Sounds good,” ended up dozing on a still-wrapped All Might hoodie. He wasn’t much more awake on the walk back.

While Hayate napped on the spare futon and Kei reheated stewed pumpkin, Isobu decided to check in.

What are the chances your Hokage only sent an itemized expense report for damages? Isobu didn’t sound like he cared about the answer.

It’s more likely that Sensei just bit Nezu’s head off in writing. Kei leaned against the counter and sighed. I was really more focused on how All Might, of all people, has an actual secret identity. Everyone else has their names listed and works with an agency.

Does the mutual unmasking have to mean anything? I am content to stew in resentment.

Then I won’t stop you. But the mission on our end doesn’t change much. Kei scratched the lowest corner of her scar. Today’s been all right. I don’t want to ruin it now.

Fine, Isobu huffed.

It was just a quiet night in, but it meant a lot even in this strange place.

#Shell Game #Keisuke Gekko #Hayate Gekko #Isobu #All Might #aizawa shouta #Obito Uchiha

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twentyonepilotsficlibrary · 6 years

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Josh Dun x Reader Masterlist

Something Just Like This by EncOREO (23/? | 64,333 | Mature)

Josh falls. Josh falls fast and Josh falls hard. But what happens when he loves something he can't keep?

Just a super fluffy love story in which, Josh meets and quickly falls completely in love with you. You are pregnant (surrogate) and he gets attached to the pregnancy.

Three's Company by Ohfrickfanfic (3,486 | Explicit)

Out Of This World by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 4,100 | Explicit)

“Josh come on! The meet and greet starts in ten minutes and you’re still in the shower.” Tyler — who’s already dried and dressed — calls into the venue locker room.What are you doing in there?”

Josh doesn’t answer, afraid of the sounds that might leave his lips, his cock twitching in his hand on the brink of release. And maybe just maybe, you — the pretty girl in the galaxy print dress from the front row of the show tonight — come to mind when he reaches it seconds later, spilling over his knuckles.

Interruption by SoullesSenpai (1/1 | 505 | Not Rated)

It's Josh's birthday.

"Is That All You?" by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 698 | Explicit)

“Is that all you?” he asks, biting his lip; noticing the large, obvious wet spot soaking through your panties.

“Why don’t you come find out,” you taunt, spreading your legs further, producing a throaty groan from Josh as he approaches you with lust filled eyes.

You Could Tell Me Secrets That I'll Probably Repeat by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,008 | Explicit)

When you confide in Jenna that you think Josh is cheating on you because the two of you have never had sex she accidentally reveals something she thought you already knew; Josh is a VIRGIN!

Photograph by anvthxma (1/1 | 369 | General)

You're a photographer touring with Twenty One Pilots that had previously met Brad at one of your showings where he decided to hire you since he needed some extra help. It was an irresistible offer that soon comes with a few extra surprises

I'll Try Anything At Least Once by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,327 | Explicit)

“Hey, after dinner, I was thinking we could go get you some new lingerie and I, uh… I kinda wanna try something new tonight.” He smiles as he refills your water glass from the small, glass pitcher on the table.

“Ooooh, like what?” you smirk. “You know I’ll try anything at least once.”

“You’ll see,” he teases. “Now drink up.”

Whisper by Okenite (36/36 | 34,838 | Mature)

You and Josh are a lovely couple. But there's something about the way Tyler whispers...

Daddy Issues by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,732 | Explicit)

After a fight with your estranged father and locking your keys and phone in your new apartment, you resort to knocking on the neighbor's door to ask to use their phone. The colorful- haired man who answers the door helps you forget all about your daddy issues.

Taco Bell by CasMaru (1/1 | 6,277 | Mature)

Taco Bell wasn't a glamorous job but it payed bills while your other job as an artist, barely even got you enough money to eat.

Being a huge Twenty One Pilots fan, you can barely hold in your screams when Tyler, Josh, and Jenna show up at he counter.

But Josh seems to be a lot more nervous in real life than you thought.

I Need You by CasMaru (1/1 | 1,119 | Teen)

Josh Dun, your best friend and drummer of Twenty One Pilots, notices you've been down lately.

Chess - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 2,315 | General)

Working late has always been the worst - but tonight things might change. A Josh Dun imagine.

A Rainy Night - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 1,936 | Teen)

When the thunderstorm hits your city and you find yourself alone in your flat, a knock on your door is the least you expect. But maybe this will turn out as a nice surprise? A Josh Dun imagine.

Blind - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 1,299 | Teen)

Lately something seems off between you and your best friend Josh - but finding out what gets rather difficult.

A Josh Dun imagine.

Kiss Me, I'm Drunk. by CasMaru (1/1 | 2,951 | Mature)

A loving older sister decides to finally have a good night out with her best friend, Tyler Joseph, after sending her 5-year-old brother to be watched by her trusted neighbors.

Tyler brings an unannounced friend and the night begins to heat up.

Dangerously Sweet by cerealslutsmut (1/1 | 1,442 | Explicit)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH OR SENSITIVE IN REGARDS TO BLOOD, KNIVES, ETC Fic in which Josh is into some seriously kinky stuff and you're down with it. Inspired by AHS Hotel, Mr. March

"Josh was... Well, he was dangerous. He was a killer with a heart warming smile and a panty ruining smirk. Not only did he know how to break your heart, he knew exactly how to break every bone and destroy every vein. "

//violence //blood

Touch Starved by EncOREO (1/1 | 5,450 | Mature)

Touch Starved: A deep longing and aching desire/need for physical contact with another person.

Josh is touch starved, and you are there to help when he needs it most.

Cancer (Josh Dun x Reader) by blurryfacejishwa (1/1 | 677 | General)

YALL we don't need a summary!!!!! Trigger warnings???: death, depression, cancer (obviously) sad josh :((( sad Tyler :(((( sad Jenna :(( (I'm sorry)

//character death //depression

Doubt (Josh Dun/Reader Fic) by hello_darkness (1/1 | 5,181 | Not Rated)

After a close call at a party 6 months ago, Josh catches you watching him onstage. Oops.

Soul Speaker by EncOREO (8/8 | 21,922 | Mature)

Starting at his shoulder, you very lightly trace your fingertips down his bicep, to the inside if his elbow, down the underside of his forearm and down to his wrist. Your fingertips feel that tingling sensation the whole way. “Is that what you mean?” you ask, looking up to his face. He is staring wide-eyed at his arm in disbelief. “Yes! What is that? That buzzing, tingling feeling? It’s like, uh, it’s like what tv static would feel like, I guess. And warm.”

This is it. This is the moment he decides you’re a complete nut job and sends you away.

“Ok, so my grandma used to tell us all the time when we were little that there are certain people whose souls know each other. She used to say that those people can be soulmates, or have soulbonds, which are just people that you somehow knew in a past life like siblings, spouses, lovers, even friends or best friends from before. She said that when two souls recognize each other, they reach out, desperately trying to communicate to each other.”

Doubt by cyberfroot (3/3 | 2,725 | Teen)

You wake up in a hospital confused, everything's different than you remember. What happened?

daddy dun by strikrjoseph (1/1 | 1,520 | Explicit)

this is literally porn just porn female reader daddy kink lmao daddy dun kill me first smut

Drabble: Joining Him on Tour (Josh Dun) by FutureJetBlackHearts (MyLovelyHopefulLifetoLive) (1/1 | 190 | General)

In which you and your boyfriend Josh share a beloved moment during a sold-out arena concert.

Everything Will Be Okay by ThnksFrThMmrs121 (1/1 | 896 | Teen)

Reader is roommates with Tyler and Josh and finds out that they have depression. They tell the boys an they are just too kind. No romance, just best friends.

//mentions of depression

Good morning, Joshua by Buried_alive87 (1/1 | 1,085 | Mature)

Sweet Baby Boy by joshdunistherealest (1/1 | 409 | Mature)

Baby Dun Number 2 [Daddy Josh] by FutureJetBlackHearts (MyLovelyHopefulLifetoLive) (1/1 | 1,920 | General)

Having received quite some unexpected news, you try to hide it from your husband Josh. Yet, he knows you better than you think, leaving you no choice but to admit the truth to him.

Nothing Like Camping in the Rain (Josh Dun) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 377 | Teen)

requested by anonymous:It would be so awesome if you could do a josh dun x reader where they’re calming and it’s either rlly fluffy or really smutty I don’t mind but they like build the tent together and stuff x

word count: 377

warnings: none

Love Through Time, Time Through Love (Josh Dun) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 455 | Teen)

requested by anonymous:omg number 19 for the soulmate au with Josh Dun please that would be so good also ur beautiful and I love your writing and it makes me so happy ur great and perfect never change

omg bless you so much -e

word count: 455

warnings: none

It Doesn’t Matter If You Have an A Average or a D Average by zoeleigh (1/1 | 1,005 | Not Rated)

Reader-insert gets a bad grade on an assignment and Josh is there to help afterschool.

Not Your Fault (JOSH DUN) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 606 | Teen)

requested by @/josh-dun-imagines: This isn’t a smut imagine if that helps <3 just a Josh dun imagine with lots of cuddling and kissing, where yn and Josh haven’t seen each other in a long time and he just got back from tour

word count: 606

warnings: mentions of death, friend death, car accidents, anger, tears

i’m having a shit time dealing with a situation very close to the one written here and today is actually the viewing for my friend who died so i’m actually a ball of anger (10/6/16)

Relaxation. (Josh Dun smut) by UnicornCooky (1/1 | 1,009 | Explicit)

Amour (JOSH DUN) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 419 | Teen)

requested by @/wolfsxkind : Could you do a Josh Dun imagine where the reader and Josh are on vacation in Paris and it turns out that Josh has amazing French skills and the reader didn’t even know and they have an amazing time in Paris with lots of romance and love?

word count: 419

warnings: none, google translate French

Pretty in Pink (JOSH DUN) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 370 | Teen)

requested by anonymous: Can I request a Josh Dun imagine where he dyes a streak of your hair pink and he makes a mess, but it’s on a livestream and it ends up all fluffy and cute and happy? Sorry, I’m having a rough day. I really love your work xx

word count: 370

warnings: none

Baby Came Home by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,292 | Explicit)

Your boyfriend, Josh Dun of twenty one pilots has just returned home from tour. Because you’ve missed him so much, you decide to give him a little welcome home treat. (originally posted on tumblr by arabellamuerte <3)

Thank God for Josh Dun by fuckmydun (1/1 | 1,375 | Not Rated)

You and Josh have been dating for a year now, and for your anniversary, Josh decided to go big and treat you to an expensive dinner with red wine and a certain someone in a black suit and tie. It goes horribly, but you make-up with a kiss and a small “You owe me”.

You wake up in the very early morning, unable to sleep and Josh treats you to something even better without even trying. Lots of kisses, prominent cuddling, gaming and Red Bull sipping (probably).

‘Don’t be Afraid’ by fuckmydun (1/1 | 3,027 | Not Rated)

'Reader’ (You/your/yours[?]) has a panic attack at a Twenty | One | Pilots concert in the back of the pit and Tyler Joseph helps regulate your breathing (after he takes you backstage) and something about that seems sweet to you, that he would hold off an entire concert for YOU and your “irrelevant” problems, as you tell yourself. You have no idea why, but he makes you feel less insignificant, less lonely, less distant… and little do you know, Tyler smiles because of you after weeks of frowning, constant indifference/unresponsiveness on the outside and crippling depression on the inside.

//panic attack

All Our Friends Want Us To Fall In Love by bloodfest (1/1 | 2,855 | Mature)

You’ve known Josh for around 7 years, which is definitely longer than Tyler has. You were Josh’s first boyfriend way back when, but for some reason he changed when he met Tyler. A few years later, Tyler and Josh dated and kept it a secret from Jenna. They lasted maybe a year or two, but eventually fell apart. They’ve been a little awkward around each other, but they’re mostly okay friends now. You find yourself falling into Josh’s eyes again, and one night he send you a text saying he’s lonely and wants some company. But that’s not the only thing he wants…

Refuge (Josh Dun x Reader) by ThePieIsALie (1/1 | 447 | General)

Inspired by that one interview where Josh said all he wanted out of a partner was to go to the woods and shout Twenty One Pilots lyrics.

Adrenaline Rush by ZombieliciousXIII (1/1 | 1,288 | Explicit)

Tumblr request: “Anonymous: hiii <3 could you do a Josh Dun smut please? like maybe after a show and he’s still all pumped, and super dominate? <3333”

im best friends with my doubt by dancing_mannequins (1/1 | 2,430 | Teen)

ever since you made friends with josh, you were afraid of losing him. he’s too perfect for you, he’s too kind to you. but maybe all of the anxiety clouding your vision is preventing you from seeing the truth - maybe he does like you.

Ride by ZombieliciousXIII (1/1 | 1,039 | Explicit)

Tumblr request: “Anonymous: Hi i was wondering if you could make a sub josh dun smut where you ride his thigh and then ride him or something like that? Thanks!”

Rebound by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,035 | Explicit)

She’s on the hunt for a rebound, someone to break the love spell she’s under, and he’s her friend. Her friend that’s in love with her.

//underage

Dominant Dun by FairlyDemons (1/1 | 761 | Mature)

Josh is on tour and very lonely without his girlfriend. So, one day he facetimes you.

New Beginnings by wentzchester (7/7 | 6,960 | Not Rated)

High School AU where the reader moves from England to Columbus, Ohio.

A Lack of Temperature by VinylPilots (1/1 | 476 | General)

Josh/Reader request from Rachel.

More Monopoly? by thejadevictoria (1/1 | 801 | Not Rated)

Brain rambles .4. by BandsforBreakfast (1/1 | 329 | Teen)

i just really like joshs hands okay

#twenty one pilots #joshxreader #josh dun x reader masterlist

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