((although over half of the asks are hi!asks))

I’ll Show You

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 4,609 (I’M SORRY)

warnings: strong language, kissing, teasing, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, fingering 

authors note: i know this took me so long and i’m so sorry, but it’s finally here! thank you for requesting @ephemeral-stilinski :) 

summary: reader breaks up with her girlfriend and goes to lydia’s party to take her mind off things. reader and stiles finally catch up and he persuades her to let him teach her new things. 

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Summary: With homecoming being right around the corner, Peter takes up the courage to ask you out.

Word Count: 1,759.

A/N: Surprise! This fic was super cute to write, and I loved the way it came out. Also, I’m highly sure Midtown High’s mascot isn’t a Wildcat, but for this sake, just go with it lol. Hope you enjoy :D

@buckyywiththegoodhair - you’re amazing, and thank you so much for helping me edit this out.

Originally posted by tomshollandss

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Little Bo Peep

Originally posted by lost-shoe

Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Soulless!Sam x Omega!Reader
Word count: 6,251
Warnings: Fear kink, breeding kink, belly bulge kink, bloodplay, breathplay, dun-con connotations, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, swearing, oral, nsfw gifs
Request: @sofreddie What about demon!Dean when he gets loose in the bunker and he goes after reader and does all of that BECAUSE she comes across like she’s so tough and he’s determined to knock her down a peg?
A/N: This is my first ever attempt at A/B/O! I hope ya’ll enjoy this. I’m really proud<3

Part 1 of Between Two Alphas

You hadn’t understood what was so special about the Winchester brothers. They were hunters, just like you, just like many others. And yet, their names were well known. As far as you knew- it wasn’t even because they were better at the job. In fact, rumor had it that one started the damn apocalypse. Yeah, real winners.

Yet, there you sat. Having a drink with them. Sipping your beer, you never let your guard down. The only reason you accepted their offer to join them was because you’d just finished the hunt they came to town for. You were headed to the bar anyways. Why not go with them? Besides, it couldn’t hurt having two alphas with you. It did keep you a bit safer.

Laughing, you clutched your ribs. Sam was telling you some embarrassing stories about Dean, and it was hysterical. “No!” You managed.

Sam had a big grin on his face. “Oh yes.” He nodded, licking his lips and downing the last of his beer. “I have never, in my life, heard him scream like that.” He watched you, loving how you were when you let go. He got to really see you, and he thought it was a beautiful thing.

Right on cue, Dean walked in, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “I’m sure I don’t want to ask.” He muttered, plopping down on the couch you were sitting on, his feet going up on the coffee table.

“Probably not, Deann.” You cracked up at his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t break a nail on our next hunt. Wouldn’t want you freaking out.” Sam had grabbed another beer from the cooler that was on the floor between you and just taken a sip. “I’m not holding your hand if a cat comes around. They won’t hurt you. Remember that.” You teased, patting his leg as Sam spit out his beer, seeing how angry Dean was getting. You heard a low growl come from Dean and shook your head.

As you listened to Dean give Charlie pointers how to to flirt with the security guard, you bit your lip, trying not to lose it. When he seemed to have a moment, you gave in, your head thrown back in amusement. He stared at you, wide-eyed, wondering what the hell you found so funny.

Finally, you looked up to see his expression and tried to calm your laughter. Only because your ribs were hurting worse the more you laughed. “Care to share with the class, sweetheart?” He snapped.

You chuckled, shrugging. “That all depends…” You mused.


“You feel like sharing with the class why you’re so. Damn. Good. At flirting with men?” You grinned, teasing him. “Or why you look way to into it?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I’m picturing Scarlett Johansson, not some fat guard up there.”

“Oh, so you’ve put some thought into it…”

Dean growled lightly at you, choosing not to encourage this thought process with you.

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Q & A // Seventeen - Wonwoo

Originally posted by halungkat

GENRE: college!au \ fluff


PROMPT: School sucks, but your boyfriend doesn’t.

A/N: Just a small piece to help me sample my writing ability.

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Negan Imagines - The Blame part 11

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

AN: Sorry, it’s a day late! I fell asleep whilst editing it, thank god it saved! I hope you enjoy this cute little chapter. 

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Rick opens up to Michonne about his runaway daughter and you are homesick.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,193

Warnings: None really

Rick ran his hand over his face. He was tired but he could cope, he always did. 

Michonne was behind him, lying asleep in the van. 

Rick had the door open and was keeping a look out for any trouble that might stumble upon them in the night. He offered to as he couldn’t sleep anyway. 

He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small crinkled photograph, it was a photograph of him, Carl and Judith, with (Y/n) holding her. It was a photo taken back at Alexandria that Aaron took when the Grimes family wasn’t looking. 

The whole family seemed happy; seemed together. 

He felt his chest tighten as he stared down at it. He missed you. He was angry at you and livid at Negan but he missed you. After all you were his little girl, no matter how old you got or how much you grew.

As he focused on the old memory, Rick hadn’t noticed Michonne had stirred behind him. 

“Can we talk about it?” Michonne rested her hand on Rick’s shoulders. 

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Play That Song - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by stillthinkingmayn

A/N - I apologise for any initial errors, it’s 2 in the afternoon and I’ve drank a lot of Cider, anywho this is based off that Train song - Play That Song. It’s been in my head all day long.

Bucky x Reader - Bucky requests the same song everytime you guys go out which makes you think of him and how much you miss him when he’s not around.

Warnings: None, just much needed fluff.

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Kissing a Stranger

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff, drabble

Summary: As someone who works at a popular kissing booth, you’ve locked lips with hundreds of different customers. So why can’t you forget about the one client that didn’t kiss you?

A/N: happy birthday namjoon😆😚💖💖 !!

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Kaiidth. Or Whatever.

For JayTim week- Valentines edition: Stargazing 

rating: T

length: 7.6K

summary: Then Jason’s face closes off completely. He turns blank, emotionless. And while this would be normal for any other Vulcan in the universe, it isn’t normal for Jason, and this is what pushes Tim from concerned to terrified. Like Jason was, just a second ago.

“Excuse me,” Jason says, and his flat tone creeps Tim the fuck out. He turns and walks away, leaving Tim sitting there, alone, shocked, with their unfinished breakfast.


A/N: This is a collab with the amazing @tanekore. Go check out the artwork she did with Vulcan Jason- I cry every time I see it <3

(If you aren’t super familiar with Star Trek, there are a few terms you’ll need the definitions of:
Kaiidth- “what is, is”
T'hy'la- can mean “friend,” “brother,” or “lover.”
Also, you need to know that Vulcans are touch-telepaths, so they don’t usually let people touch them.)

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Perfect ( Lin x Reader )


Summary: For your whole life you’ve been seeing in black and white. Your soulmate ends up being on of your customers and you end up seeing colour for the first time in your life.

Warning: Curse words and verbal abuse.

Word count: 1,300( ish )

a/n: Aaaaah! It’s day 1 of @hamwriters Write-A-Thon!! And I’m so excited to read everybody else’s fics!! Enjoy this soulmate au with, of course, our Lord and saviour, Lin.


The morning sun shone through your bedroom curtains. Leaving you blinded. You looked over to your right, your boyfriend Nathan was already gone. Thank God. Your mom had always pestered you your whole life about being with your soulmate and not some other random person. You ignored her and started to date Nathan. God you wished you didn’t ignore her. Nathan was. He was horrible. He never hit you. But he would always say horrible things to you. Shout at you whenever you did something wrong. Verbal abuse you could call it.

If you listened to your mom, maybe you would have found your soulmate, and live in a world where there’s colour and not just black, white, and shades of grey.

You got up from your bed and went to ready for work. You hated your job, at that stupid café. They only payed you $11 an hour, it was much less than Nathan’s job. He was a business man in the city. You wondered why he even settled down for a person like you.


Another normal, bleak day washes all over you. Doing the exact same thing everyday bored you so much. Making coffee. Pouring coffee. Dealing with annoying customers. Doing your co-worker’s night shift because she just can’t be bothered to come in and work for this rubbish place.

It was 11pm and all you wanted to do was go home and lie in your bed for the rest of your days. At this time there was never anybody here, there was really no point of the café being a 24 hour café.

To your surprise a man walked through the door. Long hair tied in a messy bun. Large eyes with visible bags, revealing his lack of sleep. He walked over to the cashier, eyes down at his notebook as his hands wrote faster than the speed of light. Finally he was in front of you. You thought he was quite handsome. But you knew you couldn’t end up with him.

You cleared your throat as he was still not paying attention. With that his eyes shot up to yours. You wish you knew what colour those eyes were. Although you didn’t really know the names of colour as you’ve never seen it before.

You took a deep breath before asking “What would you like to order?” In a half cheery tone.

“Just a regular coffee thanks.” He replied.

“That will be $2.49 and it’ll be right over.” He handed you the money and went to sit down at a table.

You quickly poured his coffee and went over to his table. He was still writing. This time, more furiously, more rapid. You placed the coffee on his table and asked.

“What do you write about?” Realising how nosy you were, you covered your face with your hands. “I’m sorry that was very nosy.”

He chuckled slightly. “I’m working on a song.” He noticed your hands were still in the same position so he tapped your arms ever so gently.

You put your hands down slowly and widened your eyes. You were dumbfounded, you stared at the man. Colour. You could finally see it. He suddenly stood up and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Words couldn’t explain how excited how shocked you were.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled apart slightly. He cupped your cheeks with his warm, soft hands and placed a small kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, your lips moulding into his. It felt so right, so heavenly so perfect.

He pulled back, panting. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

A bright shade of colour appeared on both of your cheeks.

“What’s your name?” You whispered.

“Lin, Lin-Manuel Miranda”

“Nice to meet you Lin, my name is (Y/N)”

His hands found its way to your waist and pulled you in again.

“Perfect name. For the perfect girl.”

You giggled slightly.

“Can I record your giggle so that I can listen to it for eternity (Y/N)?”

You laughed at him. “Why? I’ll be with you for eternity, you can hear it anytime!”


“Sorry I have to check that.”

You grabbed your phone from your back jean pocket. It was from Nathan.

From Nathan:
Where. Are. You.

Your eyes widened, your hands were shaking and you started breathing shakily.

“W-What’s wrong?” Lin gripped onto your hand. Squeezing it tightly.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your head bent down. Tears formed in your eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you love him?” He questioned.

You shook your head. Of course you didn’t love him. He would shout horrible things into your ears all the time.

“H-He’s horrible to me!” You said, on the verge of crying.

“Then leave him (Y/N).”

“It’s. It’s not that simple! I’m scared. I’m scared that he’ll. He’ll hurt me Lin.” Your breathing was very rapid now.

“He-he hurts you?” Tears were now in his eyes. He didn’t like seeing you like this.

“What? No-no-no! He’s always shouting at me. But. I’m afraid one day he’ll snap and hit me.” You broke down. In front of your soulmate. Tears streaming down you face as he engulfed you in a massive hug.

“Why don’t we go to your place. Pack your stuff and you can stay at mine.”

“He’ll be home.” You whispered.

“I’ll protect you.” He stroked your back. “I’ll protect you.”


You entered the apartment with Lin’s hand in your hand. Squeezing it tightly as you were so nervous.

“For fucks sake (Y/N) There you are!” His eyes glared at the fact that you were holding another mans hand. “Who the fuck is that?” He raised his voice.

“I’m Lin.” He took a deep breath. “Your girlfriends. Soulmate.”

Nathan walked over to you guys. You were afraid. He laughed in Lin’s face. “As if.”

You ran into your bedroom quickly, locking the door behind you as you took a bright duffel bag out of the closet. You quickly packed your belongings as you heard Lin and Nathan argue outside. You took off the necklace that Nathan gave you and placed it on the nightstand. Taking a deep breath, you unlocked the door and walked into the living room.

“Where. Do you. Think. You’re going. You bitch!” Nathan grabbed the duffel bag. Attempting to pull it off your arm. You pulled back with much stronger force and ran through the front door with Lin.

You ran one or two blocks away from his apartment before stoping to take deep breaths. “I’m not the type of girl to do this type of stuff. Th-Thank you for helping me. And making me feel. Alive.” You said, panting. “Anything for you.” Lin replied. “My apartment is this way. Lets. Lets walk now.” He grabbed you hand and squeezed it tightly before walking, swinging your arms.


You were in Lin’s bed. He let you sleep there so you could sleep peacefully. You were terrified that somehow, Nathan would find you. So in no way could you have slept peacefully. You woke up in the middle of the night screaming at a nightmare you had about Nathan. You sat up as beads of sweat were rushing from your forehead and tears dashing from your eyes.

Lin rushed into the bedroom, his arms wrapped around you in an instant.

“It’s okay. Everything is okay. He’s gone. I’m here. You’re my perfect girl.”

“Stay with me?”

With that, you and Lin slept arm in arm that night in his bed. It felt perfect.


anonymous asked:

Hc's for how kakyoin, jotaro, rohan and josuke would react if their crush asked them out through a note

I hope these are okay!


  • He’s horrifically used to confession notes and love letters; at this point he’s given up on arguing with the girls, and instead just throws them out without looking at them. The only reason he opened this one is because it had been slipped directly into his pocket, and he’s vaguely curious at who could’ve gotten that close to him without his knowing.
  • He only scans it at first, because in the end, they’re all the same- but then the signature at the bottom catches his eye. He grits his teeth at that; the one person he’s been planning to approach for how long? And they asked him out first. He’s almost disappointed.
  • He waits for them outside their class the next day, shoving the note back at them and averting his eyes. He huffs when they just smile and start to walk away; “What, you’re not gonna read it? Fine then, guess you don’t actually want to go to lunch.” He turns and starts walking, but it’s slow and deliberate, so they have a chance to catch up with him after reading his scrawled response.
  • “Fine. But next time, I get to make the first move.”

☆ Kakyoin ☆

  • Although they’re not quite as plentiful as Jotaro’s, he’s gotten plenty of letters too; he at least reads them before throwing them out, and depending on how in love the girl seemed, he might buy her some flowers to turn her down gently.
  • As he’s flipping through this latest collection, he’s half convinced he recognizes that handwriting; he’s borderline floored when he recognizes the name at the bottom, too. Although he’s definitely more interested in them than other people, he’d convinced himself they wouldn’t be interested, and that’s the entire reason he hadn’t asked them out himself.

  • He does keep the note, probably taping it to his mirror to read over and over again, but he pretends he never got it at all, instead just asking his crush out himself now that he knows for sure how they feel.

☆ Josuke ☆

  • He’s not the most observant, so he has no idea when somebody managed to slip the note into his textbook. He only glances over it at first; it’s cute, with fancy stationary and colored ink. He’ll have to read it fully after class. He does plan to turn them down anyways, because he’s got his eyes on somebody else, but reading it can’t hurt.
  • He’s glad he decided to read it alone later, because he starts absolutely melting. He’s used to attention, but nobody’s ever complimented him like this before- It’s unsigned, and he doesn’t know the writing, so the only way to learn who it’s from is to take the invitation for lunch.
  • He shows up at the right place at the right time, ready to nicely say no thanks, but his heart almost stops when the person he likes sits down across from him. Okay, maybe he won’t be saying no after all-

☆ Rohan ☆

  • Although he’d never admit it, he keeps every fan letter and love note he’s ever gotten. He tells himself it’s mainly to study varying writing styles and speech patterns, but in all honesty he just enjoys reading them over again. Usually they come through the mail, so he’s surprised to find one stuck to his front door one day; he’s somewhat cautious, because that means somebody’s found where he lives again, but he takes it and reads it anyways.
  • Having put all that time into “studying” handwriting, he immediately recognizes his crushes writing, and almost drops the paper. He’s- he’s not shocked that they like him, because of course they would- he’s just shocked they had the gall to ask him out. Th-that’s the truth, he’s not lying-
  • He doesn’t have a lot of experience with relationships, and he doesn’t want to let this chance slip away, so he’s not going to try and set up anything fancy or romantic. The next time he sees his crush, he simply tells them straight-up that they’re going to dinner tomorrow night.

anonymous asked:

idk if this is a good prompt but itd be awrsome if you could write a briam roommates au

ur…. an Icon. thank u my anonymous friend.  read this on ao3!!

send me prompts pls, any kind of prompts

“Nervous pacing isn’t going to help you, Liam.”

Liam spins to face Mason, who’s sitting on the bed, and glares. “You don’t get to talk, traitor,” he says. He’s half-kidding. Only half.

Predictably, Mason rolls his eyes. “Me moving in with my boyfriend is not betraying you. It’s me, moving in with my boyfriend to move further in a relationship. We have been over this, right? I wasn’t dreaming or something?”

They have been over it. A lot. But Liam is whiny. He flops down on the bed and sticks his head onto Mason’s lap. “But why do you need romance when you have friendship?” he asks innocently. Mason just stares at him. “Okay, fine. But what if my roommate is evil?”

“Your roommate will not be evil,” Mason says surely. “Corey’s foster brother knows his adopted mom.”

For a moment, Liam just blinks. Then he says, “Those were too many connections.”

Mason rolls his eyes again and shoves his head off of his thigh. Liam laughs. “Shut up. Look, I’ll tell you what. If you want, I can be here when he shows up to move in.”

Liam thinks about it. All of his life, he and Mason have been together - they grew up together, they went to school together, they went to college together. And now everything is moving in different ways. Mason is moving in with his boyfriend, they’re majoring in different things. Maybe it’s time he started growing up too.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. Even if he’s not.

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New At This// Yoon Sanha

Originally posted by moonbinny

Pairing: Sanha x Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary:nonymous said:
Hi! I don’t know if this is how you’re supposed to request, but I’m on mobile and everything is weird. my request is sanha/reader where she is the same age as him and they are both in their first relationship together and the members tease them pls ❤

Author’s Note: YAH this is such a cute concept, i really hope i did a good gob! Enjoy!

xoxo Sara

“Sanha, isn’t your girlfriend coming over?” You heard Jinjin ask as you waiting outside of the door.

You and Sanha had asked you to be his girlfriend little over a month ago, and although things shouldn’t be nerve wracking at this point, they really were. Both of you were in your first real relationship with each other and neither of you knew what to do in a relationship. You would hug and whatnot, but when you two were alone, half the time you two would end up sitting next to each other awkwardly, smiling at each other without saying much. But today you were determined to break that cycle and actually do something.

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burncold  asked:

If you're still taking prompts for your ficathon, here is my suggestion: AU, where Derek and Boyd/Erica/Isaac take the same bus as Stiles everyday. The bus is so crowded and noisy, Derek and co. decide to just speak in ASL, instead of shouting. Stiles sees Derek do this, assumes Derek is deaf, and begins to learn ASL so that one day Stiles can ask Derek out. Cue awkward meet cute when Derek tries to order as drink and the cute barista (Stiles) starts try and sign to him. Derek is charmed.

Well, it took me forever, but let’s see how it turned out! Also, Signing Savvy, an ASL video dictionary, was very helpful here.

(5/10 for my 1k followers ficathon thingy! Oh man, I need to get a move on. I’m already nearly 300 followers past and I’m still not done…)

Right, so. He’s probably being creepy. Like, really really creepy. Seriously, what sort of person stays up until two in the morning watching youtube videos on basic ASL in order to talk to the hot guy on the bus who probably doesn’t even know he exists?

Well, Stiles does, apparently.

Because he’s a creeper.

God, this is a horrible idea.


“Heeeey, Cora, light of my life,” Stiles says as he vaults over the counter at the coffee shop. Really, he’s kind of surprised he made it this time without injuring himself. The last time was a disaster – which probably means he should stop doing it, now that he thinks about it.

“What do you want?” Cora sighs, looking at him warily. “Also, if you don’t cut that out you’re going to get fired.”

“Deaton loves me too much,” Stiles scoffs, pinning his nametag to his uniform.

“I’m pretty sure he’s nearly fired you nine times,” Cora snorts, which, yeah, is probably true. “Now, what did you need from me?”

“Why are you assuming that I need something from you?” Stiles asks, his tone as innocent as he can possibly make it.

“You called me the ‘light of your life.’ You need something,” Cora answers, giving him an unimpressed look.

“Fine, fine,” Stiles sighs. “I need you to teach me ASL.”

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anonymous asked:

hello :) i absolutely adored your hinny fic with the gurdyroot essay (the others were great too) and i was wondering if you would maybe want to write another one that takes place at around the same time? some pre-relationship flirting maybe? anyway thank you so much for sharing all your lovely stories! &lt;3

Thank you so much! That is so kind of you to say, and I hope you enjoy this one, too :)

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Ginny was sat at the table opposite, writing a Herbology essay. Or maybe a Potions essay. She kept referring to One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, thumbing through her very battered old copy, so either way, it had something to do with plants. But there were fewer diagrams on her parchment than you’d expect for Herbology, so maybe it was Potions. He knew she was hoping to take both subjects for NEWT, so would have to do well in both of her upcoming OWL exams and—

She coughed and looked up slightly, and Harry jumped, burying his head in his…Charms homework? No, Transfiguration: that was it. Was he writing an essay, too? Something like that. He glanced at the title at the top of his parchment, hoping it might give him a clue about what he was supposed to be doing, but he’d just written Spells for and not elaborated, so that didn’t help much. That in itself might not have been too shameful, except that he’d written that half-title a little while ago, it had been…he glanced at his watch, then gulped.

For nearly a full hour, he had been trying to think of something to say to Ginny Weasley.

Perhaps he’d better have a word with Professor Dumbledore. Not because he thought he would know what to say to Ginny (he’d probably suggest offering her a Sherbet Lemon), but because the Professor—and indeed most of the wizarding world—were pinning their hopes on him as the person who would defeat Lord Voldemort. Someone who couldn’t even say hello to a very pretty girl could not hope to defeat the most evil dark wizard of all time.

Though, in fairness, he only hoped to defeat Voldemort. He wanted Ginny to actually speak to him. And like him. And kiss him. And marry him and bear him children and live with him and grow old with him. And maybe kiss him some more.

So not much.

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Another take on Gray’s answer at the end of this arc and also another way for me not to continue with what I should.

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bargaining conditions

Where Gray is too old for dolls and plushies; Juvia disagrees.

Gray is nervous. Sort of. He can admit that to himself.

He has not planned this, exactly—hasn’t planned anything beyond surviving the war, winning it— but the idea’s been there since a while now. Since quite a long while, actually. He can admit that, too. He has been doing that a lot, admitting things he wouldn’t have admitted in another time.

It takes a bit of time, a bit of bravado, a bit of alcohol, but he does.

And Gray is sure it has to count for something.

So he makes up his mind, chucks down a whole glass of whiskey and saunters through the after-party and the drunken mates towards Juvia.

He doesn’t stop.

(Except he does, for a second—then Juvia looks up and at him, because she always, always finds him, somehow, and he says fuck it.

He’s doing this.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I love you and your stories. I was wondering if you could write one where it's like Y/N is the baby mama instead of Brianna for Louis?

Hey! Thank you so much for your message. That’s so kind of you <3

I’m not sure if you meant like just a Louis + Y/N + baby story. Or one where Y/N is in Brianna’s position of being the baby mama but not Louis’s gf. I went with the latter because I think it’s an interesting dynamic.

This is just something I wrote off the top of my head as I was feeling quite inspired. I’ve no doubt I will be writing more Louis as a daddy stuff because Louis + fatherhood is like everything to me!

I hope you all enjoy!

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“So I was wondering if it’d be okay for me to have Freddie in my room tonight?” Louis asks you, a little tentatively.

You look down at the small baby that is sleeping in your arms. Despite the fact that you and Louis weren’t in a relationship you had been cooperating well with looking after Freddie, your son. During the day, each of you would share all of the responsibility but at only five days old Freddie had spent every night in your room by your side.

“Oh, erm… Sure. That’s a good idea.” You reply, looking up at Louis and smiling softly.

“Who’s my gorgeous little lad, ‘ey?” Louis coos as he comes and stands closer to you. “Can I?” He asks and you nod as you pass the baby into his arms. “Are you daddy’s perfect little lad?” He coos again as he looks down at Freddie in his arms, who now has his eyes open.

You watch Louis closely, lovingly. Since Freddie had been born you had spent a lot of your time watching Louis, lovingly. His interactions with Freddie were everything you could have ever hoped for for your son. Louis was desperate and destined to be a good and proper dad and he hadn’t waited a single second to prove that to you. It was hard not to watch them lovingly.

“I expressed some more milk earlier… It’s in the fridge.” You explain, blushing slightly as Louis looks up at you and nods.

“Thanks.” He smiles widely before looking back down at Freddie, who you notice has already managed to get a tight grip on Louis’s little finger. Without meaning to, you suddenly yawn quite loudly.

“You seem tired, Y/N. Why don’t you get to bed? You should try and sleep through, let this little monkey keep me up instead.” He chuckles as he smiles brightly at the small boy in his arms.

“Are you sure?” You ask carefully and smile as Louis nods, struggling to drag his eyes away from Freddie. “Okay. I could really use a good night’s sleep.” You add, having not slept a whole night through since before Freddie was born. “But you’ll wake me if you need help? Or if something happens?” You ask, slightly concerned but Louis just nods reassuringly.

You move closer to Freddie and Louis again and lean down to gently peck the top of Freddie’s head. Louis has spent quite a lot of his time over the last few days wondering how his son could seem so fragile and delicate – they weren’t exactly words Louis would ever use to describe himself. But seeing how softly you show affection for the little boy, he feels he suddenly knows.

“Goodnight little one.” You whisper sweetly and before you have managed to straighten back up from where you are leaning over Freddie in Louis’s arms he has the overwhelming desire to treat you with the same affection you’re showing your son.

Louis sighs softly, smelling the sweet scent of your hair and the delicate newborn baby scent from Freddie. He leans down slightly to peck the top of your head as you have just done for Freddie.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispers softly. You feel your cheeks blush as you pull away and straighten up.

“Night Louis.” You say, smiling softly before leaving the room and heading to your bedroom.

As you lay in bed alone, your mind races with thoughts of Freddie and Louis. Throughout your pregnancy you saw Louis quite a bit and every time you did you felt you cared for him just a little bit more than the time before. It had been a gentle and slow progression like the waves of the sea slowly edging closer as the tide comes in. Once Freddie was born your feelings for Louis hit you like a tidal wave.

Although of course you kept considering the possibility that you didn’t have feelings for Louis at all. Perhaps you were just confusing your love for Freddie. But Louis had given you the best gift you thought anyone could ever receive. A gorgeous baby boy that was so innocent and cute. You loved him with every tiny fibre of your being. Sleep doesn’t come easily as your head spins with thoughts and feelings, but eventually you slip into a restful slumber.

“Shh, shh, boyo. It’s okay, daddy’s here.” Louis hushes quietly as he is awoken by Freddie seemingly trying to test the strength of his lungs. “Freddie, mummy is tired and daddy really wants her to get a whole night of sleep.” Louis tries to reason, in vain, with the small baby, although he is sure the small boy quietens his crying slightly. “Good boy. Lets go and get your milk.” Louis says, rocking his little son softly in his arms.

As he leaves his bedroom, Freddie decides to get louder again. Louis, who is desperately hoping not to wake you, quickly puts the tip of his little finger in the boys mouth, something that he has seen you do with Freddie. The infant sucks softly on the finger and instantly goes quiet. All Louis can hear are the gentle suckling sounds his son makes.

“Your mummy is clever.” Louis chuckles slightly as he heads into the kitchen. “Right, here’s the milk.” He says, taking it from the fridge and removing the cap before putting the bottle’s teat in Freddie’s mouth.

Freddie wriggles restlessly in Louis’s arms, not really drinking any of the milk and starts to wail slightly. Louis looks down at the little boy and tries to shift him in his arms worrying that maybe he’s holding him wrong.

“Are you not hungry?” Louis asks softly, confused as to why the little boy won’t rest and drink his milk. Just at that moment you shuffle into kitchen quietly, still half asleep.

“Everything okay?” You ask, sleepiness clear in your voice.

“No, no, no, no, no. Quick! Go back to bed.” Louis insists as he notices you and turns to look at you. “Every thing’s fine. I’ve got this covered.” He says trying to sound convincing although he looks a little unsure of himself. You walk over to Louis and feel the bottle he is holding in his hand.

“Ahh, he won’t drink it cold.” You say, smiling weakly. “You have to warm it slightly. Just a little.” You explain, starting to show Louis how to heat the bottle by running it under the warm tap. Louis sighs a little, feeling slightly useless.

“Sorry. I wanted you to not worry about him tonight.” He explains, looking at you with genuine concern in his eyes.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind waking up for my favourite boys.” You say, smiling softly at Freddie and although your wording goes unnoticed by you, Louis notices that you said “boys”.

“You should get back to sleep though, Y/N. I think I’ve got this now.” Louis explains, smiling softly at you, as he starts feeding the bottle to Freddie who instantly goes quiet again.

“Okay.” You smile sleepily. “Night boys.” You whisper before shuffling back out of the room sleepily.

“Night mummy.” Louis replies softly as he is watching Freddie whilst feeding him and you smile softly.

When you get back in bed you struggle to fall asleep again. Your mind wanders through scenarios in your head of you and Louis acting like proper parents together. Not that you weren’t able to be proper parents apart, but the idea of the two of you taking on parenting together was exciting to you. You imagined going to Freddie’s first parents evening together, or going to see him in a school play, watching from the sidelines as he played his first games of competitive football. Louis was lying in bed watching his son sleeping on the bed next to him and thinking about almost exactly the same thing.

After at least half an hour of failing to get back to sleep, Louis picks up Freddie’s small sleeping body and moves towards your bedroom. He opens the door quietly and edges in to your room carefully. You turn around and smile when you see him.

“Hey.” He breathes. “Did I wake you again?” Louis asks softly.

“No. I didn’t get back to sleep yet.” You say smiling at him.

“I can’t sleep either.” He says smiling weakly.

You pat the space next to you on your bed and he comes and sits there with Freddie in his arms. You watch the two of them for awhile and wish more than anything the three of you could be considered a proper family unit.

“You should take your t shirt off.” You say suddenly and you see Louis’s eyes widen slightly in the dark. You feel your cheeks blush as you know where Louis’s mind has wandered. “So that you’re holding him skin to skin, it helps you both bond.” You whisper in explanation.

Louis nods softly when he hears your explanation and he tries to pull his t shirt over his head. You help him to tug the material over his head and toss it aside as he continues to hold Freddie. You watch as he slowly lies back on your bed, laying Freddie on his chest so that they are skin to skin. Almost instantly Louis’s eyes flutter shut gently.

“Thanks, Y/N… For everything.” Louis whispers. “You’ve given me the greatest gift. He’s perfect.” He adds, keeping his eyes shut as he moves his hand across the bed and takes a hold of yours. You feel your breath hitch slightly as you feel Louis’s thumb start to rub gentle circles on the back of your hand.

“You’re sleepy… Night, Louis" You whisper quietly and he nods softly.

“Night mummy, we love you.” He breathes back in the dark.

Eyes Shut

A Hoseok Mini Scenario

Genre: SMUT!

Word count: 1514 

Request: Drabble based on Pillowtalk by Zayn Malik? I’ll let you choose the member. //by @park-thatasshere

I am so sorry it ended up longer then a genuine drabble but I still hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by ohparkjimin

“What is this room for you?” he asks, lightly caressing your cheek as his lost eyes focused on you. The abyss of unknown things you have thought about vanished slowly before trying to unravel Hoseok’s strange question.

“What do you mean?” you ask back, placing your right hand in between your cheek and pillow as you turn your entire body to face him.

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Request: Flight of Fancy

Request: Hi there! Love your stuff so much. Could you please do a story where Sam breaks up with the reader to date Jess, and then years later catches her and Dean in the act after he picked her up from a bar and things get smutty?? Xxxxx

Word Count: 1,697

I think this is set S4-ish? I’m pretty sure that’s right. Thank you so much, I hope you like it! Have an amazing day!<33

You’d met Sam a while ago – by a while, you mean nearly fifteen years. Your parents had hunted together, just for a little while, and in that time – as a pair of seven year olds – you’d become good friends. It hadn’t been for long, however, as in the ill-fated career of hunting, your parents and his father had split apart.

The fact that you’d met again in the same college, on the same course, had made you think about fate. You’d left your parents and he his dad and brother, only to run right back into each other. You’d quickly rekindled your friendship and within a matter of weeks, it had become something more.

You’d loved every facet of your relationship – from the sitting together in classes, passing notes to one another, and writing papers while playing footsie under the library table. It seemed to give you a sense of normality within your otherwise turbulent life.

Alas, it was not to last. The life you’d chosen together quickly dissolved after someone else caught Sam’s eye. You didn’t know her particularly well – apart from seeing her around campus. You knew her name was Jess and she was entirely normal. Totally, utterly, normal. No crazy life, no hunting, no monsters, nothing out of the ordinary.

You remember the conversation as clear as day. He’d gone out with a random friend and you’d been doing homework in your dorm. You’d gotten a text asking to meet you by the fountain – which you did.

“Oh, hey, Y/N.” He was late. You remember that. His hair was messy and a small part of you just knew.

“Sam.” You’d quickly realised something was wrong, “What’s up?”

“We need to talk.”

“Sure.” Ever the optimist, 22-year-old Y/N had desperately tried to stay positive.

“We…” He swallowed, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Us. Together. It’s not working, Y/N. I’m sorry. I am.”

“Sam, don’t-”

“Stop. Don’t make this worse, please.” He’d whispered, “But I need normal. And as much as I… as much as I love you, you can’t do that. You just know, if we’re together, it’ll be a miracle if we even make it through college before we start hunting again.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is, Y/N. It is and I need you to see that. I need to get as far away from hunting as possible if I want to be happy.” And then, the sneaky, manipulative, conniving bastard had the audacity to pull the, “You do want me to be happy, right?” Card. And you caved instantly, because you were a weak 22-year-old who didn’t have the guts to say otherwise.

“Of course I do, Sam.” You’d said softly, “You go do what it takes to make you happy.”

You’d quickly turned away from him before you did something stupid like cry, and walked away. It hadn’t taken long for you to run away from college, either, and straight back into the clutches of the hunting life. Your parents had welcomed you back with open arms and it had been like nothing had ever happened.

You don’t know why those memories chose to resurface tonight, over an obviously watered-down whiskey in a questionable bar where the music is too loud and the patrons too obnoxious. The crowded, cigar-smelling room has an aura of discomfort – no-one really wants to complain, but no-one’s having fun.

Which is why, in particular, you’re surprised when someone slides into the seat beside you.

“What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” He asks with a smile. You turn to him slowly, drinking in his features – a sharp jawline, matched by a strong nose. Plump lips, and the most beautiful green eyes that only seem to be amplified by the dirty yellow lights of the bar.

“Trying to get drunk.” You smile slightly, meeting his eyes. He chuckles.

“Aren’t we all?” He holds up his own glass, half-empty with the same diluted whiskey you were presented with. You laugh quietly, shrugging.

“So, what brings you here?” You counter his question, and he smiles brightly. You’re not going to deny that he’s good looking, but you’re never going to let him know that. Although, by his attitude, you’re pretty sure he already knows it.

“To the bar, or over to this seat?”


“Easy. A desire for companionship.” He winks, and you roll your eyes.

“You think I can help you with that?” You ask, amused. The guy shrugs.

“A guy can hope, right?” He asks, before holding out his hand, “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N.” You go in for a handshake, but he swipes your hand into his and kisses the knuckles delicately. You narrow your eyes at him.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“Then what is?” He asks, and you chuckle.

“Well, I usually go for dinner first.” You tease, “And I like introducing a guy to my parents before it gets too serious, you know?”

At the look on his face, you toss your head back and laugh, “Joking, joking.”

Dean breathes a sigh of relief, “I’m glad. Thought you’d got me trapped there.”

“Nah.” You laugh, “Good to know what I’m looking at, that’s all.”

“So, then. How can I lure you into-” He begins, but you interrupt him with a roll of your eyes.

“This drink isn’t even worth finishing. My place or yours?”


“Oh my god, stop.” You laugh, pulling away from him just long enough to protest, “That tickles.”

“Good.” Dean smirks, going straight back for your ribs. His hands explore the soft skin there, covered over by your shirt. You giggle as he presses his lips to yours, slowly walking you backwards. When the back of your legs hits the bed, he lifts you gently; effortlessly, placing you on your back. With the air of a predator, he crawls up beside you and hovers over your body, a cocky grin on your face. His hands don’t leave your skin, but explore further, his roughened hands embarking upon new adventures every second. You laugh as he tickles you, but the giggle is quickly stolen by a pair of soft lips on yours.

You’re so lost in each other that you don’t even hear when the door opens, and you’re not even aware that you’re not alone until someone cries out in a mixture of disgust and anger.

“Dean! Dude, what did I say?!” The other guy groans, and Dean reluctantly sits up, shooting you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Sammy.” He says, but he doesn’t sound in the least bit sorry. ‘Sammy’ sighs, running a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair.

“I’ll just get another room. Whatever. But next time…”

“I got it.” Dean nods, rolling his eyes at his brother. But the brother doesn’t move away. In fact, he’s staring straight at you.

“Y/N?” He breathes, and it hits you like a ton of bricks. Sam. Dean. Motel rooms.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, your eyes widening as you stare at him. Dean frowns, looking between the pair of you.

“Y/N. As in, the Y/N?” Dean asks, his own eyes widening. Sam nods silently, his eyes still fixed on you.

You quickly climb off the bed with the intention of leaving. Straightening your shirt and running a hand through your mussed hair, you mumble apologies and excuses, trying to get to the door. Sam, however, places a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t go.” He begs, “Not yet.”

And you know you should, you know you should go away so you don’t bring back all of those memories that bother you so much, but you do anyway. You nod your consent, and Dean sighs, running a hand through his own hair.

“You know, I think I left something in the car. You two… don’t do anything stupid.” He says, before pulling his shirt back on and disappearing out the door. You call an apology after him, but he doesn’t reply.

“Y/N, I-” Sam begins, but cuts himself off, shaking his head. Those words aren’t good enough for you. You stay silent, though, waiting for him to say something. So, instead, he settles for, “Dean? Really?”

That makes you laugh, and you shake your head slowly, “It’s been a lonely couple months.”

“Tell me about it.” He smiles, “It’s good to see you.”

“You, too.” It’s not a lie. You’ve seen everything they’ve been up to and in honesty, you’ve been worried, “How have you been?”

“It’s been rough,” He shrugs, “I lost Jess a few years ago, and we lost our dad. Then Dean ended up in Hell and…” He sighs, “It’s been an adventure.”

“So I’ve heard,” You say quietly, “I’m sorry. I lost my mom and dad about a year ago, so… yeah.”

“I’m sorry too.”

There’s a short silence, but it isn’t awkward. More… comforting. Gently reassuring.

“I’ve missed you.” He says hurriedly, “I know it’s the last thing you want to hear but I need you to know… Y/N, I’ve always needed you. I tried to kid myself that I could be normal and in doing that, I hurt you. That’s inexcusable and…” He shakes his head, breathing out slowly, “I’m sorry. If you can forgive me…”

“You’d like to try again?” You offer, and he nods.

You’re torn. This doesn’t seem right – it almost seems too good to be true. And yet there’s something alluring about the prospect of reuniting with your first love and you can’t resist the classic romance of it – the romance so lacking in your life so far. So, you find yourself nodding.

“I’d like that.” You concede, and Sam grins widely, sweeping you into a tight hug.

“It’s good to have you back.” He says – not just romantically, you realise, but as the family you once were. And you’re home again, there in his arms.

Miss Right pt. 2

Originally posted by bangtanupdate

Miss Right PART 1 |

Summary: You aren’t exactly a fan of the popular band known as BTS, but your younger sister is! Therefore, you are responsible to chaperone her and her friends at one of their concerts. Your mindset is basically that the concert would be a waste of time and money. However, the last thing you expected was to see a boy from a local café, the night before the concert, to be up on stage and performing.

Genre: Jimin Fluff ♡

Word count: 1,919

Thank you all for waiting so patiently for Part 2! :D I really hope you guys enjoy this conclusion <3

The dreaded day had finally came. Mina had dragged you to the venue, four hours before it even opened. “You think I’m crazy? People camped out here overnight, Y/N. Trust me, we aren’t the crazy ones here.” She said, and you hated how she was right.

As early as you thought you were, hundreds of fans had already arrived and made themselves comfortable. Sure enough, there were rows of tents lining the building with people resting inside of them. Ridiculous, you thought. However, you were closer to the front of the line than most, which was smart on Mina’s part.

Before arriving, you had to pick up two of Mina’s friends at their houses since no person, except you, was going to be supervising. You decided that it would be best to carry a backpack since, as much as you weren’t going to pay attention, you didn’t want to be lugging around four water bottles, cell phones, and snacks. You had an infamous tendency to misplace things.

“I can’t wait to see Taehyung!” One of Mina’s friends squealed. Mina nodded and bounced in place. “I can’t wait to touch Jungkook’s hand. I’ll bet that he’s even more attractive in person!”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard your wallet sob. In order to surprise your sister and make her even more happy, you secretly paid more for a VIP ticket where she was guaranteed a Hi-Touch experience, album, and receive a signed poster.

You still couldn’t understand how much it costed to simply high five a few people, but it was all worth it in the end. When you had told Mina for the first time this morning, she screamed and hugged your waist before bursting into tears. “You’re the best sister ever.”

So now, after a four hours of waiting and being near the front as VIP members, you were finally let inside of the building. The venue looked big on the outside, but the stage was enormous. Tons of fans had already pooled into the arena and searched for their assigned seats. Your seats were on the floor level, where you searched online were the best, near the stage.

It took another few minutes until everyone was finally situated. You were looking down and scrolling through your phone when you heard Mina. “Oh my god!” She pointed to the stage where a large flat platform lowered. You looked up and saw the outline of seven bodies walking across the stage once the platform reached the bottom level.

Music poured from the speakers and shortly after, Mina and her friends were cheering and  jumping to the beat. You attempted to blend into the crowd, but it become difficult because the majority of their songs sounded completely new. However, you had to admit that the entire concept looked pretty cool. You had no time to think when your sister grabbed your arm and screamed, “Park Jimin!”

You rolled your eyes and spotted a boy on the stage, standing not more than a few feet away from you. He looked oddly familiar, with his pale orange hair and perfected smirk. You raised an eyebrow, but you soon shook your head. Of course he looked familiar, you had seen him in all of those photos and music videos. However, the second he fully faced your section, you would’ve spit out your water if you were drinking any. You had seen this boy somewhere else. 

The café.

Your eyes widened and your jaw clattered to the floor. There, dressed in a white muscle tank and black ripped jeans was the same boy you had chatted with the night before. You turned to your sister and pointed to him, words jumbling in your mouth. “H-He’s him!” You stuttered, but Mina ignored you, or she simply couldn’t hear you. You huffed and jerked your attention back to the stage when you swore he and you had made brief eye contact.

Nevertheless, Jimin walked away and returned to center stage as the lights dimmed. BTS performed three more songs; Tomorrow, I Need U, and No More Dream. Honestly, the experience was much more impressive than you ever expected. The entire audience knew every single line to every single song, and you felt as if you were the only one not chanting and singing out. You felt so out of place, yet you didn’t regret this moment at all.

The dances were no joke. The entire group was so committed to their performances, but they seemed to be having the time of their lives on stage! You were jealous; jealous that they were getting paid to do something they were great at and absolutely loved.

The members took their time in between dances to interact with fans close to the stage. A few handshakes and waves were exchanged, and you must’ve seen at least ten tear-stained faces in the audience when their idols acknowledged them. During their last song, No More Dream, you were going nearly deaf.

All the people around you screamed their heads off when Jimin lifted up his shirt, revealing a very toned stomach. You averted your eyes, but only for a second. He gave off this confident yet sensual vibe, and you couldn’t look away.

A few minutes later, the concert had ended. Your sister, her friends, and you followed the stand-up signs that pointed to the Hi-Touch booth. All of the members were already there, standing in a line and smiling at the long column of fans. You stood off to the side, waiting for your sister to be finished with her high-fiving.

You waited for five boring minutes. Every now and then, you would glance down at your phone to check the time, but you saw no sign of your sister. You lifted onto your tiptoes to scan the heads in the crowd, but it was no use. You began to grow panicked.

You pushed past people, earning yourself a few scowls and glares, but you could care less at the moment. You wandered into an empty hallway, far away from the loud and bustling crowd, before dialing Mina’s phone number. You dialed half of her number when you realized that her and her friend’s phones were in the backpack strapped to your back.

“Oh my god.” You pressed your palm over your forehead and took a few deep breaths, although it didn’t help to calm you one bit.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. You spun around, startled to see the ‘café boy’, or was it ‘secret-idol boy’ now? He was dressed in the same attire from the concert, but his hair was slightly disheveled in a way you could only describe as alluring.

“Not really.” You answered bluntly. “What’s wrong?” He asked, taking a step towards you. You instinctively took a step back, hugging your phone to your chest. “I’m fine, actually.”

Jimin tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. “Why are you acting as if we never met before, Y/N? I thought I surprised you on stage.”

“And you did succeed in surprising me, but you could have at least revealed your secret identity to me instead of leaving unnamed.” You said.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been a surprise then.” He laughed, his eyes softening into that same charming eye smile. You wrinkled your nose. “Well, I don’t really like surprises then, Park Jimin.”

His eyes widened. “Oh that’s right! My name is Park Jimin, responsible for Bangtan’s charms, but that’s not so much of a surprise, is it?” He smirked, and now it was your turn to laugh.

For a second, you felt comfortable and carefree with no trace of your past worry, but then you remembered why you were even worried in the first place. “My sister! She’s gone- I can’t find her. I have her phone with me so I can’t reach her, so now I don’t know what to do-”

“Hey hey, slow down. What was it? Your sister?” Jimin asked. You nodded. You could hear your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. Jimin tapped his chin before gesturing to your phone. “Here, I’ll call the security guard. He monitors the building and he can call for her name over the loudspeakers, okay? She’ll be able to hear it and meet you somewhere, don’t worry.”

You blinked, staring at the boy who, less than twenty minutes ago, was standing on a stage surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. It seemed too unreal that he would take the time to help you, a random girl who was challenged by tests and liked her glazed doughnuts at 6:00 p.m.

Nevertheless, you handed him your phone, unlocked, and he dialed in a number. It took a while for him to actually call the person, which you silently questioned. Jimin turned around, your phone still pressed to his ear. “Okay, what’s your sister’s name?”

“Mina Y/L/N.”

He repeated your sister’s name into the phone, and you were relieved to see his reassuring smile. In moments, you heard the overhead speakers call for Mina to report to the front of the venue, near the parking lot. You wanted to squeeze the life out of Jimin and thank him a hundred times, but you stopped yourself when you remembered who he was.

“I really appreciate your help, Jimin. Thank you.” You bowed, but that only made him chuckle. “I’ll walk you there.”

You straightened and raised an eyebrow. “You really don’t have to. You’ve already helped me enough-”

He brought his fingers to his lips in a ‘hush’ motion, and waved you towards the front of the venue. Many people were still lingering around the venue, and you would’ve gotten to Mina at least five minutes sooner if the groups of screaming fans hadn’t surrounded Jimin, demanding for pictures.

“Mina!” You cried, sprinting towards your sister who stood on the sidewalk next to her two friends. “Y/N! I’m so sorry! The security guards were shoving us forward and they led us the wrong way, but look! I got my poster and album! Aren’t they cool?”

She held up the poster and album like a first place medal and golden plaque. You sighed, nodding in agreement, but if Jimin hadn’t spoken, you would’ve forgotten he was even next to you. “Hello, I’m Jimin. You must be Y/N’s younger sister, Mina?”

Mina’s attention shifted to the boy beside your and her jaw dropped in slow motion. She looked back to her friends, then to you, at Jimin, and then back to you. “Yes, that’s me. N-Nice to meet you!” She bent over in a full ninety-degree bow. Her friends, just as awestruck as Mina, introduced themselves with shaky voices and tumbling words.

You took a photo of the three and Jimin with your phone, and thanked him again for helping you. “It’s no problem. It was nice meeting you girls, but I have to go now. Goodbye!” Jimin waved and jogged away. You called out ‘bye,’ but failed to hide the hint of disappointment.

“He is so handsome. I can’t believe we actually met him!” One of Mina’s friends gushed. You nodded, gesturing the three towards your car. You didn’t want to think too much about him. He had hundreds- literally millions of people who were in ‘love’ with him. He’s already met those millions of people, too. Why were you any different?

As you slid down into the driver’s seat, you fingers gripping the steering wheel, a buzz vibrated in your jean pocket. You dug inside of your pocket and checked your phone. A new notification popped up from an unknown number.

“If you ever lose your sister again, I’ll always be at service :) -Jimin.”