*huge sigh* now back to work

Acting - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Alessia Cara - Wild Things

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,191

Warning: Exhibitionism(sort of), Oral (M>F), NSFW

NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS!

Keep reading

He’s a good boy.

They don’t make a big deal out of bringing Chase home. It doesn’t sit too well with Kent, as one of the sports world’s biggest animal lovers. But he knows how the general public reacts to something like this, and he needs some time to get adjusted before having to answer questions about his new service dog.

Keep reading

Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW visuals, sexual content, rough, spanking, daddy kink, age difference

Summary: AJ has a kink for his girlfriend dressing up like a schoolgirl. And one day he buys her the outfit and orders her to dress up. Smut ensues. That’s it. 

**WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW, AND VERY DIRTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE**

Keep reading

Bully Beware

Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous

dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence

A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing. 


Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer. 

“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office. 

“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?” 

“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-” 

“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..” 

Keep reading

When He’s Here - Dylan O’Brien

Paring: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, fluff, fluff and the sexiness of Dylan O'Brien shirtless

Word Count: 2083

Release Date: April 13, 2017

MASTERLIST

*The inspiration of just reading shit makes me get ideas….* - Admin

Y/N’s POV

“You know what, I quit!” you screamed at your boss, your body having this urge to throw something at your boss’ face.

Keep reading

Not Experienced - Choi Seunghyun

Originally posted by porimu



Pairing: Choi Seunghyun X Reader

Word Count: 3,197

hope you guys are gonna enjoy this cause i obviously did

______________________________________________________________

Y/N was standing off to the side while she watched everyone set everything up for the scene she’d be shooting tomorrow. She was shaking with anxiety seeing as it was something she’d never done before in her short list of projects she’d participated in. A sex scene.

And if it weren’t bad enough that she was filming a scene, having to pretend to know what she’s doing when really she doesn’t even know what she is doing since she’s never experienced a real orgams her life, which she had to now fake, she was doing it alongside the one person on this set that she had the biggest crush on. Choi Seunghyun.

When she first found out she’d be acting alongside Seunghyun she cried. She cried for nearly an hour, her emotions ranging from disbelief to excitement to pure terror. She hadn’t even met him at that point. And when she did she nearly cried again right in his arms as he hugged her.

That was three weeks ago and she had finally gotten over the initial shock of facing and working with her celebrity crush and actual crush. But now she was terrified all over again because she was going to be filming this scene with him, going into it completely blind. God knows how many times she’s going to fuck it up and have to restart, effectively annoying everyone including Seunghyun.

“This is your first sex scene, huh?” His voice echoed from less than a foot behind her and she whipped around to see him standing there, watching the setup for the mock-bedroom they’d be in. He averted his gaze to her and gave her one of his luxurious smirky smiles.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, turning her attention back forward as Seunghyun stepped up, standing right beside her, his arm brushing against hers.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his feet awkwardly. “It’s not that bad, really. You get used to it after the first few takes.”

That statement did no good for calming Y/N. Knowing that she’d have to do multiple takes for this scene made everything seem ten times worse. “That’s great.” She mumbled sarcastically, earning her a chuckle from Seunghyun.

“You’ll do fine. Just…think about the real thing, ya know?” He shrugged. She sighed, mentally slapping her palm over her face as she let her head droop down. She’s only ever had sex twice and neither times were good at all. She was positive she hadn’t even orgasmed. She didn’t know what it was even suppose to feel like.

Her experience with sex came from a year long relationship with a boyfriend she had nearly two years ago. They only slept together twice. The first time was absolutely horrible. Y/N even cried if she remembered correctly because it was nothing like she expected it to be. She thought it’d be romantic and pleasurable but really it was nothing more than a rush of limbs and lips in the backseat of her ex-boyfriend’s car. Not to mention it was painful as fuck. The second time was almost no better, the only benefit begin it took place in an actual bed. But again, it wasn’t pleasurable and she nearly cried for a second time.

“That’ll be a little difficult for me.” She murmured ashamedly, her hands sinking into her pockets, her stature now mimicking the boy standing beside her.

Seunghyun’s head swiveled to the side as he looked down at her with a raised brow. “You’ve never had sex?” He asked her as if it was a real concern. She felt the heat rush to her face as she groaned.

“No—I mean, yes. Yes, I’ve … had sex. I just—“

“It wasn’t good? Don’t really have anything useful to pull from the experience?” Seunghyun beat her to the punchline.

She nodded timidly, rolling her lips between her teeth as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “It was horrible.” She laughed dryly, reminiscing on the two worst nights of her life. “It was rushed. Pretty sure I wasn’t actually sexually attracted to the guy in the first place. Which is a real punch in the face, seeing as I wasted a year dating him.” Seunghyun stood and listened as Y/N ranted on about her experience, or lack of. “There wasn’t even any foreplay, not that I’ve ever had the chance to really know what that is or experience it. I’m assuming it’s stuff like oral and whatnot.” She felt silly talking about this with him. Especially because it was Seunghyun. The last person she’d ever thought to have this conversation with. But she had to admit that speaking about it was lifting a huge weight off of her shoulders.

“So you’ve never … ?” Seunghyun asked awkwardly, gesturing a hand in the air haphazardly before shoving it back into his pocket.

“Orgasmed? No. And yes, I know I probably need to do a little research about how to at least fake one before tomorrow. As much as I hate the idea, I’ll probably spend my night watching porn—“

“Nuh-uh.” Seunghyun shook his head, cutting her off in an instant. She snapped her head to the side, her brows furrowing. She was about to open her mouth to ask why but he continued. “Porn is fake. Dramatic. Half of the shit you’ll watch is nowhere near what a real orgasm will look or even sound like.” She nearly smiled and laughed at the fact that he knew this fact. It didn’t click that it was because he’d seen a girl, or girls, actually orgasm before but she thought more about how he maybe had done research. And for some reason, the idea made her want to giggle.

“So what should I do then? It’s not like I have someone to just go sleep with before tomorrow. And even if I did, I doubt it’s be magical enough seeing as it’s been nearly two years since the last time I even did anything like that.” She could feel the drip of frustration just beginning to trickle through her body at the whole ordeal. “I mean, what would you advise me to do?”

“Masturbate.”

The word rolled off of his tongue so casually, so smoothly as he continued looking forward, not even looking down at her—like he was answering the simplest math problem ever before moving on. But Y/N, on the other hand, stood there with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape. “I—I’ve never—“

“I know you haven’t. Or you wouldn’t have this reaction.” Seunghyun finally looked down at her and waved a finger in her face. “But maybe you should try it. It’s not a big deal. It’s normal.” He shrugged. She’d always thought masturbation was a sexual thing you weren’t suppose to talk about with others but here she was with her co-worker, having what he probably believed was the most natural conversation ever. “Just go to bed tonight and try it out. Something may happen, something may not. I don’t know. Not exactly sure how well it’ll actually go. For a guy it’s pretty easy. But I assume if I can make a girl cum with just my fingers than you can do it to yourself.”

She nearly choked at his words, holding up her hands to him to stop him from sharing any more details of his sexual experiences. “Thanks for that.” She seethed with sarcasm. “But I don’t think I’ll do myself any good.”

“Do you want to do this scene correctly tomorrow or not? Go into it completely blind and I guarantee we’ll be here all night until you finally get it right.” Seunghyun brushed off, shrugging. “Think about it,” is the last thing he said to her before spinning on his heel and strolling away, leaving Y/N there to think about everything he’d just said.

She knew he was right. If she didn’t do something tomorrow would just be a huge disaster. Maybe if she did at least try to get a little feel for it she could channel it and make the whole thing not as bad.

She sighed, walking off to the parking lot to drive back to her hotel for the night.

***

Y/N walked onto set the next day, having already gone through wardrobe and makeup. Now she was just waiting for them to set marks and then she’d get to finally shoot the scene she’d been most dreading. Last night was a total bust for her. She tried her best to do as Seunghyun advised her but it just didn’t work out and now she felt completely screwed.

“So, how’d it go? Did you do what I said?” His voice came up behind her just as his body did until he was standing beside her like the previous day, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Yeah.” She said flatly, gnawing on her bottom lip.

“Anything?”

“Nope.” As soon as the word left her mouth she heard Seunghyun sigh which only made her more annoyed than she already was. “What the hell are you getting all huffy about? You’re not the one about to make a fool of yourself in front of twenty plus people!” She snapped, instantly retracting back into her shell, an apologetic look on her face.

She expected Seunghyun to retaliate but instead a small grin creeped onto his lips, his interest piqued at her outburst. “I’m not. But maybe you should calm yourself a little bit.” He said softly, his hands coming out of his pockets and reaching at her sides to grabs her clenched fists she hadn’t even realized she made.

She let him carefully pry her fingers open as he looked at her with a reassuring glint in his eye, making her calm down immensely. “I’m sorry. I just know I’m going to fuck up a bunch of times and I don’t want everyone to be annoyed with me.”

“It’s alright. They’ll get over it. And if worse comes to worst I’ll do something about it. Alright?” Seunghyun spoke calmly, his tone making every last bit of nervous tension in her body wash away. She hated how easily he could manipulate her.

She nodded just as the director called places, the calmness she felt not last very long.

She lied in the bed, they were about six takes in and Seunghyun could tell she was becoming frustrated. He hovered above her, shirtless and shimmering slightly from the sweat he had built up from repeating the intense scene over and over again. They’d always got a decent amount into the scene but when it came time for Seunghyun to disappear under the blankets and for her to start moaning, it all crashed and burned. She was immensely embarrassed by now and she honestly just wished she’d drop dead.

Seunghyun looked down at her as they waited for the cameras to be set back into place. “Look at me.” He murmured softly, his hand stroking softly over her hair. She rolled her eyes in frustration and looked up at him, her face and glare hard. “Just let go, alright? You’re doing so good you just keep psyching yourself out at the last minute. Just relax.” His hand never stopped soothing over her hair, the feeling making waves of tingles rush through her body.

Y/N nodded, sighing and closing her eyes for a moment to breathe. It the moment that her eyes were closed Seunghyun pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, making her smile and huff out a laugh. “Thanks.” She said softly, looking to the side to see the director getting ready to start up again.

“Y/N, just relax!” He shouted out from behind the cameras. She nodded, holding up the hand she had rested on Seunghyun’s back to give the director a thumbs up. Her hand returned to it’s place as she looked back at him. She gave her a comforting smile and a small nod.

“Ready?” He asked, searching her face for any sign of doubt.

“I think so.” And with that the director called places and then action.

Seunghyun’s lips instantly connected with hers as they began kissing heatedly. This was the easiest part for her. She’d kissed Seunghyun multiple times in the past three weeks while filming stuff so that was a walk in the park. But as soon as it got more heated than that she began to fall apart.

Seunghyun’s hand reached for hers, their fingers tangling together as he kissed her with as much passion as he could fake. She hated that this was so easy for him. That he couldn’t make any mistakes so she was always to blame from their slip-ups. She just wanted to do it right.

Y/N let out a soft sigh as Seunghyun kissed from her lips down to the spot just below her ear, sucking softly. “Relax.” She heard Seunghyun whisper quietly, so quietly that not even the boom mic could pick it up. She swallowed, allowing her hand to come up and run through his hair as he nipped softly at her earlobe, nearly breaking her concentration. That wasn’t scripted.

The small gesture caused a rush of tingles to move through her body and up her spine. She swallowed the pressure in her throat as a sudden rush of heat at the entire situation made it’s way to her core. That hadn’t happened for any of the last six takes. At least not this strongly.

Nevertheless they both continued, Seunghyun kissing back up to her lips before mumbling just loud enough for the mic to pick up. “You’re so beautiful.” It was breathy and she’d heard it six times before but this time it had an actual effect on her, making her wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, something she wasn’t meant to do, as she pulled him harshly against her, kissing him roughly.

She felt the twitch of a smirk that his lips pulled into before he moved down her chin and throat, kissing over her pulse point, a moan falling from her lips that she just couldn’t contain. He nipped her skin as if to praise her for the sound before kissing down the valley of her breasts, over the middle strap of her bra and further.

Her heart began to race as he pressed kisses all across her stomach and hips. This is where she always messed up. Finally, Seunghyun disappeared under the covers completely but she managed to compose herself and continue. She reached out and fisted the sheets as the script said, just about to let out her first sigh of fake pleasure when all of a sudden she felt Seunghyun’s lips on the inside of her thigh.

She nearly choked at the feeling but continued, surprised she hadn’t fucked up yet. What the fuck was he doing?

Her hands began shaking as he kissed farther down her thigh. This wasn’t suppose to happen. He was suppose to be faking it all—not really touching her.

She let out a moaning gasp as the feeling of his lips connecting with her covered core, his tongue swiping over the fabric of her increasingly soaking underwear until the tip of his tongue was flicking against her clit. She choked back the loud moans she wanted to let out and opted for softer ones instead. She really fucking hoped the director wouldn’t call cut right now. She was enjoying this rebellious turn of events too much.

No one could see what Seunghyun was doing to her under the covers but the thought of someone catching them sent a shiver through her body and she visibly shook. She sucked in a shaky breath when Seunghyun pushed her underwear to the side, a loud moan slipping her lips when he kitten licked up her slit before pressing his tongue flat against her, collecting as much of her wetness as he possibly could. She couldn’t help the sounds tumbling from her lips as he continued, effectively driving her insane.

“Oh god,” fell from her lips. It wasn’t scripted and it was loud enough for everyone to hear but no one stopped them.

“You’re doing beautifully, Y/N.” The director commented as they continued, the sound of his voice snapping her out of the daze for a quick moment. Seunghyun must have noticed or knew because he instantly slipped his tongue inside of her, easily making her lose her train of thought again.

Her back arched as she felt a burning heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. Something she’d never felt before. Seunghyun licked back up to her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly before nibbling on it. She was a moaning mess now and one of her hands even slipped under the blanket to run through Seunghyun’s hair. Once again: unscripted. But the director must have really loved all of these ‘improvised’ moves and sounds because no one off camera said a word.

Seunghyun sucked more harshly, his tongue licking over her quickly and before she could react the heat inside of her exploded, her body shaking as she pulled at the sheets and at his hair. His tongue continued to move over her slowly as he brought her down from her high, her chest heaving and her fingers lazily massaging his scalp.

“Cut!” The booming voice of the director snapped her, almost violently, out of her trance as her eyes snapped open and she jumped. “That was perfect!” The director cheered, a few people around set clapping, probably happy that the day was finally over. Seunghyun popped out from under the covered and she craned her head up to see him with a huge grin on his face. She huffed out an exhausted laugh as her head dropped back down onto the pillow while Seunghyun crawled back up to level his face above hers.

“Nice acting.” He taunted, kissing her on the nose. She rolled her eyes and mimicked his grin, her hands slowly trailing up his back, her fingers dancing across his spine.

“You’re going to hell.” She joked back, running her fingers through the short hairs at the base of his neck. Seunghyun laughed, a hand coming up to card through her disheveled hair.

“So, how was your first orgasm?” He asked, pride seeping through his voice as he made no effort to hide it.

She bit her lip as she felt the heat rushing to her face. “Amazing.” She mumbled, her other hand coming up to cup his cheek as her thumb soothed over his cheekbone.

“Well, there’s a lot more where that came from if you’re up for it.” The words made her chest tighten with excitement. “But first we should probably get up before people start to pick up on something.”

She smiled and nodded, letting him climb off of her before she sat up. She couldn’t believe he’d just fucking did that, but she sure as hell didn’t regret it. And if he was true to his word, she was extremely excited to see what else he had to offer, after this experience, she wanted more.

*******************

Sooooooo guys this is my first smut and i hope you enjoy it cause like a had to get some ideas from my friends which kinda failed :3  but anyway i hope you enjoy it see ya guys ;)

F*ck with me

Prompt: Hope Ann Gregory brings in an old friend to help her train Maggie for the Olympics as well as to repel Lance Tucker from stealing Maggie from Hope.

Warnings: angst, LOTS of inappropriate language


Part 2       Part 3      Part 4       Part 5 


Hope took on the task of training Maggie after her former gymnastics coach, Coach P, passed away. Originally Hope had taken the gig in order to receive a mass inheritance from Coach P’s will, but upon further evaluation of her life, and an unpleasant encounter with men’s gymnastics gold medalist, Lance Tucker, she quickly enlisted the help of her former teammate, (Y/N). 

Y/N) was one of the most disciplined gymnasts Hope had ever encountered and took Coach P’s instructions to heart–not even Hope followed their coach’s instructions so diligently. The only thing about (Y/N) was that, although she was disciplined and hardworking, she was never quite as talented as the other gymnasts, however, because of how overly analytical she was of her own routine, Coach P decided to keep training her as long as she agreed to be the teams’ technique analyst.

When she was approached by Hope to get back into the gym to help an up and coming gymnast, (Y/N) was hesitant. As much as she loved the sport and perfecting other’s routines, Hope had gone off the deep end after she won bronze. It wasn’t until Hope explained the full duties of the job that (Y/N) decided to accept: fuck up Lance Tucker.

Lance had had his way with plenty of the female gymnasts during their time in the Olympic Village, Hope included, but he would never give (Y/N) the time of day. She couldn’t figure out why it bothered her so much–she didn’t have any attraction to him and wouldn’t have done anything with him even if she was pursued–but there was something that aggravated her about the fact that he seemed to be sexually attracted to any female of average looks. (Y/N) was invisible to him and for a while, she was fine with that–she wasn’t being sexually harassed by him on the daily like the other girls were–but then things got nasty.
Lance had started to deliberately screw with her. He would trip her when she was walking down the hall, encouraged a group of guys to criticize her anytime she performed a portion of one of her teammates’ routines to show them a better tactic or technique, and even started to run over her in public places–slamming her notes to the ground, stealing her clipboard, and even broke her videocamera. He figured that the best way to sabotage the girls was to go after their techie routine coordinator, and so that was exactly what he did. (Y/N) hated Lance and vowed to never work with him again; she even turned down a job offer from the male gymnastics coach because it would have meant working closely with that annoying prick.

(Y/N), Hope, and Maggie were at the gym going through Maggie’s warmup exercises when Ben came running toward the three women.
“I’m so sorry, Hope,” he panted as soon as he reached the two coaches. “I tried to keep him out.”

“Twitchy, watch Maggie; Techie, come with me,” she stated and the two girls turned their back to their athlete to approach the man walking toward him. He wore a red, USA training jacket with the collar popped, blue sweatpants, and an annoying smirk that grew the moment he recognized the woman standing beside Hope. Hope took a large step forward and folded her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing here, Tucker?” she snapped.

“I’m coming to pick up my new athlete. Maggie is going to be training with the rest of the women’s team under my coaching,” he stated while pointing over Hope’s shoulder to the girl who was now stretching her arms out by hanging on one of the uneven bars.

“Maggie trains with us. You can get lost,” Hope stated again, her regularly shrill voice even more piercing than usual.

“Cute,” Lance smirked while gazing past the two women and at the athlete who had just started one of her routine’s under Ben’s supervision. “The washed up bronze medalist and the team manager think they can stop me–a gold medalist with more competitions under his belt than–”

“Testosterone in his balls?” Hope finished with a sly smirk, causing Lance’s face to fluster.

“Listen to me, Hope,” he said while taking a step closer and wagging his finger at the small blonde. “You don’t want to fuck with me.” The smirk on Hope’s face refused to falter as all 4 feet and eleven inches of her stood fiercely in opposition of Lance.

“Hmm, as fun as that may be, you’re right, I don’t want to fuck with you.” A sly smile crept onto Lance’s face as he started to take a step toward the athlete in training only to have Hope speak again. “That’s Techie’s job,” she finished, spun on her heel, and patted (Y/N) on the back as she made her way back to Maggie.

“Let’s go, Tucker,” she said while walking toward the office of the gym making sure not to walk too close to him incase his immaturity returned and he felt the need to trip or shoulder check her. The smirk on Lance’s face faltered as he watched Hope successfully correct Maggie’s dismount. Reluctantly, he followed (Y/N) up the stairs, unable to pull his eyes away from her hips as they swayed with each step or her ass as it popped with each lunge up the stairs. His reluctance with being forced into time out with Hope’s assistant quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse the two would become trapped in for months.

(Y/N) was already sitting on the other side of the desk, signaling a position of authority over him. To counteract this move, he kicked his feet up onto a stack of papers and reclined in the uncomfortable chair.

“Get your feet off Ben’s desk, Tucker,” she said monotonously as her eyes scanned the footage of Maggie’s routine yesterday.

“Ben’s desk?” he asked while sitting up and leaning forward, propping his elbows against his knees. “You mean you don’t even have a desk here?” he snickered trying to get under her skin.

“Seeing as I’m not an employee here, no I would not have an office, computer, or desk, but please, continue to point out the obvious. Look, I think there’s a pencil sharpener over there. Do tell me what color it is,” she grumbled and moved the cursor on her screen back to re-examine the last ten seconds of the frame.

“Damn, tech, you used to be such a good girl, but now you’re just a huge bitch,” Lance muttered in hopes of further antagonizing her.

“Well, shit,” she sighed sardonically, “that’s where you’re wrong. I’ve always been a huge bitch.” He bit at his lower lip aggressively when he realized being an asshole wasn’t going to work on her and quickly did a one eighty.

“What does Hope plan to accomplish with this girl, anyway?” Lance asked while sitting up in his chair and trying to respectfully make eye contact with the woman across from him.

“Coach P asked for her to get Maggie to the Olympics,” she replied in a distant tone.

“And there’s nothing I can do for you to make you convince Hope that I should train Maggie?” Lanced asked, his smooth voice laying his kiss-ass tone on thick.

“Nope. Nothing,” she said without taking her eyes off the computer screen and jotting down quick notes about Maggie’s knees being too far apart on uneven bar her dismount and her floor routine becoming sloppier toward the end.

“Do you even like working for Hope?” Lance posted.

“What is this, twenty questions?” she retorted, finally redirecting her attention toward Lance. A smile quickly rose to his lips as soon as her eyes landed on him. Finally, he had her in reach.

“You do know that the guys had a running joke about you back in Athens,” he said, trying to hook her onto his line and reel her into his trap.

“I’m sure there were plenty of jokes about the routine analyst tech dork,” she replied with a smirk, making it obvious that she didn’t care about whatever he had to say to her.

“We all wondered why you weren’t a part of the team so we kind of placed bets on reasons we thought kept you from competing,” he began. She turned back to her work but his voice drained on. “Some of the guys heard a rumor you were knocked up,” he said and leaned back in the chair again. “I told them they were fucking insane because it was beyond obvious you were a virgin.” He tried to see if any muscles in her face would betray her rigid, uncaring appearance, and continued with his story when he realized he’d have to dig deeper to get under her skin. “Others thought you weren’t competing because of an injury, but that just didn’t make sense because you started performing part of your teammates routines after I broke your camera.” Again he got nothing from her. “A lot of us thought it was because of your thick ass and just fanfuckingtastic breasts–actually, funny story, some of the guys would sneak pictures of you in compromising positions and others would ‘fantasize’ about you all night long” Lance continued. Her bottom jaw jutted out and her eyes narrowed in on the screen in front of her. “Do you want to know why I thought you weren’t a competitor?” he teased, dangling his words in front of her like a carrot to a horse.

“Well you’ve pretty much admitted to jacking off to pictures of me so what other embarrassing story do you want to get off your chest?” She turned back to face him and saw she had struck a nerve with her comment. Who knew Lance was so easily embarrassed?

“I thought you were too stuck up to be a competitor. Sure you had the ability to do exactly what the others did, but you saw yourself as being above the rest of us, didn’t you?”

“Whatever you say, Tucker,” she muttered and then swiveled back to the videos she was going over as Ben recorded more footage for her today.

“You were a pain in the ass in Athens and you’re being a pain in my ass right now!”

“I did nothing to you in Athens,” she snapped and turned to face him. “You were the one who constantly screwed with me.”

Bullshit!” he huffed while rising from his chair and putting his hands on his hips. (Y/N) let out a deep sigh and turned back around, tired of holding onto decade old drama. “You almost cost me my medal.” Lance turned back toward the desk and bit his lip again when he saw that she wasn’t paying any attention to him. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking,” he said through gritted teeth as he spun the chair around and gripped the armrests preventing her from controlling it’s direction.

“What the hell is your problem?” she demanded. Lance was starting to make her feel uneasy but there was something in his eyes that she latched onto, something that was different from the rage he was emitting.

“I hated having you hang around the gym; sitting there with your notepad and camera, critiquing every damn thing you found wrong–and I sure as hell hated it when my coach asked you to go over my routine. You were already a fucking distraction as it was and then you had to shove a damn camera in my face.”

“If it’s any consolation, I could not have cared any less about your performance. Coach P made me do that to be fair to both US gymnastics teams.”

“I didn’t need you to sit there and judge me–I had a coach for that–and I sure as shit didn’t want you there either! I couldn’t do my damn routine without fucking up when you were there and then it became a problem.” He pushed himself off the chair and (Y/N) refused to look back to the computer, figuring Lance would leave eventually.

“Look, Lance, I’m sorry you thought I was trying to sabotage you, but that was ten years ago!” she said as she tried not to make herself look small or helpless. She didn’t need to look defenseless when someone so skilled in making people feel like shit was out to get her. So far she had kept her cool, but her natural instinct was to shrink, not to stand tall.

“That’s the whole fucking thing, (Y/N)! I knew you weren’t trying to do anything! You were just there and I fucked up every damn time when I realized you were watching.”

“It’s hard to perform under pressure, especially when you know you’re being critiqued,” she tried to explain. “It happens to the best athletes.”

“I’ve been in so many competitions that the presence of judges no longer phase me,” he said while holding up a hand to her, sounding boastful before turning around and huffing in aggravation again. “So I started fucking around and being an asshole to you, but you were such an easy target and, shit, you’re so damn cute when you get frustrated and flustered and it only fucked me up more!”

“Wait, what?” she interrupted but he continued talking over her, not hearing her confused objection.

“So I started acting like an even bigger asshole and then came the final practice before competition. Of course you were there, standing alongside the coach, when I got on the Pommel horse. Not even two minutes into the routine, my dick rams into the fucking handle bar, and there you were taking it all in.”

“I don’t see how your coach asking me to critique your routine directly caused you to hurt yourself.”

“Of course you don’t,” he grumbled before taking a deep breath and explaining himself to her slowly. “It wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t there, because then I wouldn’t have had a hard on and my cock wouldn’t have gotten in the way. You’re not still a virgin, are you?” he sneered.

“Shut the fuck up, Tucker. Get over your dick injury and maybe next time try to manage your erections,” she snapped and turned back to the computer. He paced back toward her as she stared at the computer screen and bent down, pressing his lips to her right ear and whispering heavily.

“It’s a little late for that.” Lance turned and left her alone in the office as chills traveled down her spine. She knew that if she and Hope were able to get Maggie to the Olympics, it would be a long, rough few weeks of torture in Brazil.

A World I Wouldn't Want To Live In // A Stiles Stilinski Story

Prompt: Soulmate Au where instead of your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin, it’s their last words you ever hear them say so you don’t know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Pain, Fighting, Swearing, Angst, and Death.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 5,511

A/N: I wrote this quite a while back, but wasn’t exactly ready to post it. However, I guess I am now. I really hope you guys like it and maybe even cry a bit hehehe.

Your name: submit What is this?

 

I grabbed the last file left on the table and shoved it inside the missing persons’ drawer. With a sigh, I put on my jacket and walked towards the Sheriff’s office.

Another person has gone missing, amongst the hundreds Beacon Hills has had in the past few years. It’s so incredibly frustrating knowing that you have everything it takes to help, but no way of getting there.

I extended my hand, opening the station door. I couldn’t help but take another millionth glimpse at the statement written on my arm.

And that is a world I would never want to live in.

You see, all humans are born with what their soulmates would say to them, permanently engraved in our skin. Everyday I look at it, even though I have it completely memorized.

“I’m heading home, Sheriff. And you should probably, too. It’s really late and everyone has already left.” I stated when I entered my boss’ office.

“No.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I have to stay and do everything I can.”

“Sir, with all due respect, you can’t save people if you’re not in the right mental and physical state.”

“I know.” He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bottle of pills. Grabbing his mug, he took one with ease. “But, I can try.”

“Well, what do you plan on doing?”

“Look through everything over again, make sure I didn’t miss anything, wait for any important phone calls, try and find patterns…” He listed, putting his mug back down on the desk.

“Alright then.” I removed my jacket and threw it on a bench. “Where do we start?”

“Deputy, go get some rest.”

“Not when you’re here, working alone. Besides, we can have some fun while doing this! Crank up some music, order some pizza, enjoy ourselves and help people at the same time.” I smiled proudly, folding my arms across my chest.

“No, you’re just a kid. You need to go home.”

“Sher-”

“Dad! Scott and I-” A voice called, yanking the door open and storming into the Sheriff’s office. “Oh, hi!”

The voice belonged to a very handsome guy with messy brown hair, adorably cute moles and incredibly gorgeous amber colored eyes.

“Stiles, this is (Y/N). Beacon Hill’s newest Deputy.” My boss introduced, pointing his finger at me.

“Hey.” Stiles smiled, extending his hand. I couldn’t help, but look at the quote engraved in his own skin.

Stiles, please, I need you.

“Hi.” I smiled back as his eyes connected with mine.

And, suddenly, everything around me ceased to exist. All that mattered was his eyes piercing into mine. It was like he was looking into my soul and I was looking into his. His was pure and good. I could feel myself getting lost in him.

“(Y/N), this is my son, Stiles.” The Sheriff stated, pulling me out of my trance.

“N-nice to meet you.” I stuttered, feeling nervous.

“Likewise.” Stiles cleared his throat.

“So, what did you and Scott do?”

“What? Oh!” His eyes stopped gazing into mine and looked over at his father. “We found the missing girl.”

“Oh my God!” The Sheriff’s jaw dropped and then he grabbed his keys, heading towards the door. “Come on, let’s go see her.”

“Wait, dad.” Stiles extended his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “She’s not…”

“She’s not what, Stiles?”

“She’s not…” Stiles let out a sigh. “She’s not alive.”

The Sheriff’s eyes immedietly fell to the floor.

With my heart in my throat, I approached his desk and took the girl’s file into my hands. Grabbing the necessary tool, I stamped Deceased on the cover.

“Of what?” I heard the Sheriff ask in a hushed tone. “The usual or… is he officially back?”

“He’s back.” Stiles whispered, uneasy.

“Wait, who’s back?” I asked, turning around and interrupting their secret conversation.

“Uh…” Stiles and my boss stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Who’s back?” I pressed, folding my arms across my chest.

“Um, m-my, uh… brother.” Stiles stuttered, flailing his arms around.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Brother?”

“Yes. His name is, uh, Nog-Ni-Nigel. Yeah, Nigel Stilinski.”

I looked at Sheriff Stilinski and his eyes were glued to the floor, avoiding mine at all costs.

“I didn’t know you had one son, Sheriff Stilinski. Let alone, two.” I skepted, narrowing my eyes.

“Yup.” He answered, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

I walked up to Stiles, my face inches from his, and gazed into his eyes. Trying to catch any signs of lying.

“You two close?”

“Extremely.” Stiles gulped.

“Then, how come he left town?”

“He, uh- um. He…” Stiles looked around desperately and I just stared him down.

“Okay, fine.” He sighed, shifting on his feet. “I don’t have a brother.”

“So, you lied.” I deducted, resting my hands on my hips.

“Well, that depends on how you define lying.”

“I define it as keeping the truth from someone, how do you define it?”

“Psht, reclining your body in a h-horizontal position.”

The next thing I know, an unexpected laugh escaped my lips at Stiles’ witty comment. Stiles gazed at me in awe as if he couldn’t believe someone actually laughed at his own joke.

“You can tell me what’s really going on. My lips are sealed.” I pretended to zip my lips and throw away the key.

Stiles chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Okay.” He smiled. “But, you can’t freak out.”

“I would never.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky.” I stated, extending my pinky at him. Stiles wrapped his pinky around mine and I swear my heart just skipped a beat.

After that Stiles spent hours telling me everything he was holding back. Appearently, werewolves and other supernatural creatures really do exist! All my life I thought those myths were just stories made to entertain. But, no. They were stories telling us the truth, warning us.

“So, this Nogitsune, he ruined your life?” I asked Stiles as we sat across each other, each with a coffee in hand.

“Made it hell.”

“And now he’s back.”

Stiles just nodded, worry evident in his eyes.

Out of nowhere, we heard a loud noise coming from behind and both of us jumped up. Turning around, we realized what the sound was and where it came from.

The Sheriff was fast asleep in his desk chair, snoring. Stiles and I looked at each other and then we let out booming laughs.

“I should probably take him home.” He chuckled, putting his coffee down on the desk.

“Oh, okay.” I answered, a bit disappointed our conversation has come to an end.

“Dad.” Stiles called, shaking his father. But all he did was groan and complain, telling Stiles to leave him be.

“Grab his badge.” I suggested. “That always alerts him.”

Stiles raised his eyebrows as he did what I said. He reached for the Sheriff’s badge, trying to pull it off. And just as expected, Stilinski’s eyes shot open and stopped the thief’s hand.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed, letting go of his son.

“Yes, just me. Come on, you need sleep.” Stiles commanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m going.”

Sheriff Stilinski got up with a grunt and took hold of his son’s car keys.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He told me, smiling, and then left the room.

“Thanks for the tip.” Stiles said, approaching me. “I’m so using that again.”

“No problem.” I chuckled.

“Okay, well. I should, uh, go.” Stiles gestured towards the door.

I just nodded.

“You have a safe ride home?”

“Yeah, my car’s parked right at the door.”

“Allright.” He smiled, walking away.

I turned around and grabbed my jacket.

“Oh wait I forgot something.” I heard Stiles comment, returning.

“What?” I asked, turning towards him.

“This.” Stiles placed his hand on my cheek, leaned in, and kissed me.

I froze at first, not at all expecting that. But, then, instantly sunk into it.

His lips fit perfectly with mine as we moved in harmony. I threw my arms around his neck and his hands fit into the small of my back, pulling me in closer.

It was the most incredible kiss I have ever had in my life.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, completely out of breath.

“Without a doubt.” I panted, leaning my forehead on his.




“Hey, babe.” I heard my favorite person greet, entering the police station.

Stiles walked over to my desk and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Hey.” I responded, a huge smile on my face.

“You ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just put away these files.”

I stood up and grabbed all of the work on my desk, shoving them into the file cabinet beside me.

“Are all of those deceased people?” Stiles asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” I sighed, getting my jacket and putting it on.

“It’s been five months since he came back and still nothing.” Stiles hung his head low.

I approached him and lifted his face, carressing it.

“It’s also been five months since we’ve started dating.” I smiled, trying to cheer him up. “Now, come on. There’s a movie waiting for us on Netflix and a pizza place awaiting our call.”

~

“That was the worst movie ever.” I stated in awe, taking a sip of my soda.

“Yeah.” Stiles chuckled, grabbing his slice of pizza and lifting it up.

Just as he was about to take a bite, I swooped in and took one first.

“Hey!” He laughed. I just shrugged as I chewed.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenged, putting his plate aside on his nightstand.

Stiles immediately pinned me down to his bed and hovered over me, a giggle escaping my lips with excitement.

“Spit it out.” He smirked, his eyes playfull.

I just shook my head, a grin creeping on my lips.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow and I nodded.

“Okay, then you have a choice. Either you swallow or…” Stiles lifted his hands slowly. “You’ll be attacked by the tickle monster!”

Stiles reached down and began to tickle me. I couldn’t help, but squirm and laugh under his control.

After not being able to take his torture anymore, I swallowed the food and raised my hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay!” I managed to shout through my fits of laughter. “You win!”

“Damn straight.” Stiles smiled proudly. “I always win.”

“What? No you don’t!” I protested, leaning up on my elbows.

“Of course I do. I’m stronger.”

“Sure, you’re stronger.” I slowly reached up to him with a seductive smirk. “But, I’m smarter.”

This time, I pinned him down to the bed and hovered over his body.

“Now it’s your turn to choose.” I challenged. “You can either resist or…” I leaned down and planted wet kisses on his neck. “You can give in and call me the winner of all winners.”

“Never.” He breathed.

“Allrighty then.” I smirked.

Stiles layed his hands down beside him, avoiding any contact.

I trailed my tongue down his neck, kissing him as I did. I reached up and seductively removed my shirt.

Stiles’ eyes stared wide as I slowly unhooked my bra. I took it off, Stiles watching my every movement.

We’ve been together for a while now, but this is the first time we’ve ever seen each other naked.

I leaned down and kissed him hungrily. I could sense his inner struggle on whether or not he should touch me.

“Come on, Stiles.” I lured. “Give up.”

“N-No.” He stuttered, swallowing hard.

I smiled to myself as I took off my skirt, left in only my panties.

Stiles nervously looked down at me and then quickly shifted his eyes up at the ceiling.

“Stiles.” I whispered into his ear and he let out a whimper as I spoke. “I want you to know that I’m completely giving myself to you, right here, right now.”

“Just imagine it, Stiles. You can kiss me however you want.” I kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip. “You can do whatever you want.” I guided his hands to my breasts and held them there.“You can have me writhing under your touch and begging for more, screaming your name…”

I stared into his eyes and Stiles gazed back. The sexual tension in the room beginning to feel palpable.

“Aw, fuck it.” He confessed, pushing me down onto the bed and crashing his mouth on mine. I smiled against his lips as he quickly removed his clothes.

Stiles reached down and completely ripped apart my underwear, a gasp escaping from me. The way he’s acting right now is seriously turning me on.

Stiles took one of my nipples into his mouth as he slid a finger up and down my core.

“Damn, you’re already so wet.” He moaned, circling his finger around my clitoris.

My breath hitched as he went a little faster. One of his fingers entered my core and my head spun in response. Geez, this boy sure knows what he’s doing.

Stiles went even faster and bit down on my nipple, causing my back to arch and my hands to grip onto the bedsheets.

I moaned loudly when he replaced his hand with his tongue, sending me completely over the edge.

I closed my eyes shut, feeling myself release. The wave of ecstasy crashing down on me with pleasure.

After coming back down from my high, Stiles hovered over me.

“Was that good?” He smiled, licking his lips clean of my juices.

All I could do was nod, my breathing entirely unstable.

Stiles leaned in and kissed me passionately, I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands roamed down to my legs and began spreading them.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“Oh yeah.” He held out a finger. “One sec.”

Stiles sprinted off the bed and out of his room. Returning shortly after with a condom in hand.

“Okay, okay.” He excitedly jumped back on the bed.

Stiles ripped open the packet way too fast, causing the condom to slip out and fall on the floor.

“Oops.” He nervously laughed, picking it back up.

He spread out the condom and already started to slip it on.

“No, Stiles.” I chuckled. “You have to create a little air. To catch your sperm, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Of course.” He took off the condom and brought it up to his mouth, blowing into it.

A booming laugh escaped my lips and Stiles stopped what he was doing.

“That’s not how you do it, silly!” I giggled, an actual tear rolling down my cheek.

“Psht, I know that.” He waved me off.

Stiles stared at the condom, a distant look on his face. He seemed lost and confused.

“Wait, Stiles.” I sat up. “Have you never…?”

Stiles looked up at me in fear and then sighed.

“No.” He confessed, his head falling in shame.

“Oh, babe!” I smiled, grabbing his face and lifting it up to look into my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You’re not rushing me into anything. I want to do this. So badly.” Stiles crashed his lips against mine and I instantly kissed him back.

The kiss wasn’t sweet and innocent. It was full of passion amd desire. His hands tangling in my hair and I moaned into his mouth when he accidently pulled it.

When we broke the kiss to breathe, Stiles’ lips were completely swollen. His pupils weren’t there normal golden brown color, they were now black with lust.

“Let me guide you.” I suggested, taking the condom and preparing it.

Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I slowly slipped it down his length.

I layed back down on the bed and spread my legs apart.

“I’m all yours.” I confirmed and he moaned as he took the sight in.

Stiles smiled widely as he positioned himself. One of his hands gripped onto my thigh and the other caressed my cheek.

His tip slid against my entrance and my core ached with need.

“Oh, God.” Stiles moaned once he slowly entered me, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand.

I moaned along with him. I’ve been with other guys before, but none of them felt right. It’s almost as if Stiles fits perfectly in me. As if our bodies were two puzzle pieces made for one another.

My hands gripped onto his back as he filled me deeply and began to thrust slowly.

Stiles’ fit his head into my neck, his breathing increasing as he picked up the pace. The hot feel of his breath against my neck had my skin tingling.

“Harder.” I begged and Stiles obliged, moaning.

He spread my thighs even wider by hitching my legs around his waist and pounded into me, forcing a scream to escape my lips.

Stiles’ was going in me deeper than before and his speed went even faster. I could feel the familiar knot grow in my stomach ane I immediately accepted it. His heavy breathing and moaning on my neck, our sweating bodies, and the overall feeling was making me go through a frenzy.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Please do not stop!” I begged, my back arching and nails digging into his skin.

I could feel my walls tighten around him and Stiles moaned loudly. His thrusts became needy and I knew he was getting close too.

Stiles brought his hand to my clitoris and rubbed intensely, causing me to be completely sent over the edge and feeling the knot explode all throughout my body.

When I had reached my much needed orgasm, it had triggered Stiles’ and we were both cumming in seconds. We screamed each other’s names as we released in rythm.

Stiles didn’t stop thrusting until we both came down from our incredible orgasms.

“Wow.” He commented, breathing heavily.

“Wow, indeed.” I smiled widely at him as I panted on his bed.

Stiles pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and throwing it away in his little trash can under his nightstand.

He and I snuggled under the covers and I melted into his arms.

“(Y/N)?” Stiles called, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Yes?” I asked, lightly sliding my thumb over his bottom lip.

“I love you.” He confessed, his eyes sparkling like never before.

That was the first time either one of us had said those three incredible words and it felt amazing.

“I love you, too.” I smiled, leaning in and squeezing myself closer to him.

I thought about how amazing and incredible Stiles is as I felt sleep drift over. I’m so lucky to have him. The way he makes me feel, like I’m constantly swimming in the stars, is something I never want to go away.

~

“Call me, okay?” I asked as we walked down his stairs, hand in hand.

“Absolutely.” He confirmed.

Stiles opened the front door and I started walking out.

“Hold on a second.” He pulled me back in, turning me around to face him. “You can’t just leave without a goodbye kiss.”

“You’re absolutely right, Stiles.” I giggled. “How dare I just start to walk away like that. Please forgive me.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He taunted, his hands resting on my cheeks.

“Oh, please, Stiles. I’ll do anything, anything I tell you!” I joked.

Stiles smiled widely as he leaned in and kissed me. I threw my arms around his neck, deepening it.

Stiles’ tongue slid across my bottom lip and I instinctively opened my mouth for him.

“(Y/N)?” He called, breaking the kiss. Stiles leaned his forehead against mine as we gasped for air.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Stiles.” I giggled.

Stiles kissed me one more time and I started to walk outside. A pair of our hands were still laced together as I continued to move.

As the distance between us increased, the harder it became to hold onto his hand. His fingers gently grazed my hand before there was too much space and we seperated, our arms falling down to our sides.

~

I groaned loudly as I reached for my ringing phone on the nightstand.

Grabbing it, I looked at the time with sleepy eyes.

3:37 am.

Who the hell is calling me at this hour?

“Hello?” I asked, my voice groggy from sleep.

“(Y/N)?” A hoarse voice called and I recognized it immediately.

“Stiles?” I instantly sat up and turned on the lamp beside me.

“I’m scared.” Stiles cried, his voice weak.

“What?” My heart jumped up into my throat.

“I don’t know how I got here, but I’m at the school. It’s dark and cold and I’m all alone. I can’t find my jeep and I-.”

“Stay right there, I’m coming.”

I hung up the phone, put on a jacket, and grabbed my car keys. After I ran down the stairs of my house, I put on the first pair of shoes I could find and bolted out the door.

“Come on!” I complained as I failed to start the car. Once I heard its purr, it was like music to my ears.

In all my life, I’ve never driven as fast as I am right now. It feels like the car’s going to glide off the road and start flying any minute now.

I halted to a stop when I arrived at the school, causing me to spring forward and hit my head on the steering wheel.

I quickly checked to see if any wounds were caused and, thank God, there weren’t any.

I quickly jumped out of the car and bursted into the school.

“Stiles?!” My voice echoed in the empty halls. My head would snap in every direction, looking for any sign of my boyfriend.

“Over here.” His voice called, coming from the first classroom in the school.

I entered it and saw Stiles sitting on the teacher’s desk chair.

“There you are.” I stated, finally letting myself breathe again. “You okay?” I approached him.

Stiles’ eyes were bloodshot and with bags under them. I can understand why they’re red due to his crying all night, but it wouldn’t make any sense for him to have bags. I mean I saw him just a few hours ago and they don’t develope that fast.

“I guess.” He sighed, opening his arms for me to hug him.

And I did just that. I sat down on his lap and buried my head inside his neck. I inhaled, expecting to take in the scent I’ve grown so familiar to.

But, instead it was completely different.

I looked up at Stiles and he was already staring at me. His eyes surprisingly… dark.

That’s when the lightbulb clicked and everything made sense. An eerie chill ran up my spin in fear.

“You’re not Stiles.”

“No.” The nogitsune smiled cynically. “Sorry to disappoint.”

I shot up and immedietly backed away from him. But, my back ended up hitting a wall.

The dark spirit slowly approached and stretched his arms on each side of me, closing me in.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time now.”

“What do you want?!” I shouted, absolutely terrified.

The nogitsune chuckled darkly and I shuttered.

“Revenge.” He stated, a sick smile on his face. “Your precious little boyfriend took everything from me.”

“All he did was save his friends!”

“Oh, no darling.” He tsked. “Not all of them.”

My mind flashed back to all of the stories Stiles told me about his world and that’s when I remembered.

“Allison.”

“She killed my Oni!” He yelled angrily and I winced. “All I did was return the favor.”

“Is that all you do?” I challenged, a sense of confidence coming over me. “Kill people?!”

“It’s all apart of the game.”

“Fuck you and your stupid games!” I shouted directly into his face.

“Oh, but, I’m not finished playing yet.”

Suddenly, a pair of strong lights shone through the classroom’s windows.

Our heads snapped towards the light when we heard the sounds of wheels halting to a stop.

Headlights! They were headlights!

“No. What are they doing here?” I pushed the nogitsune roughly to the side and ran out towards the arrivals.

They were all getting out of their cars and slamming the doors shut.

“You have to leave! Now!” I shouted to the people I’ve learned to love.

“(Y/N)!” I heard him yell, my eyes shut in disbelief as he sprinted towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “What’s going on?! Lydia said she felt something was going to happen.”

“Wait, what?!” My eyes shot open. “But, she’s a banshee!”

“I know.” Stiles eyes were filled with concern.

“We have to go right now! Come on!” I pushed him towards his jeep, Stiles allowing me to.

“Leaving already?” The voice I least wanted to hear hissed, coming from behind me. “Just when things were starting to get fun?”

Stiles immediately stopped in his tracks and turned around. He clenched his fists against his thighs.

“No, Stiles.” I protested.

“I should’ve known it was you.” He spat out, walking towards our enemy.

“Stiles.” I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

“(Y/N), let go of me.” He stated without taking his attention off the japanese spirit.

“No. Leave him be and let’s just go.”

Stiles sighed and eased his tension a bit, turning towards me. He placed his hand on my cheek as his eyes pierced into mine.

“We can’t do that.” Stiles said, his voice soft. “He’s been hurting and killing people, (Y/N). He has to be stopped.”

A chill ran up my spine as a sinister laugh escaped from the nogitsune’s lips.

“Stop me? Stop me?!” He questioned with a terrifying tone. “You may have changed me once, but that won’t happen again! I already told you, Stiles, this is MY GAME! I WILL NOT LOSE!

“I don’t have the Oni anymore, but I do have this.”

Suddenly, the nogitsune pulled out a gun from his pants and pointed it towards us.

Stiles immedietly pushed me behind him and held me there, his hands slipping into mine and squeezing them.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore.” He confirmed with confidence.

“Well, you should be.” The nogitsune extended his arm and placed the tip of the gun against Stiles’ forehead.

My throat closed, causing a lump and stopping my breathing. My heart beated so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it jumped out of my chest right now.

“Don’t!” Scott yelled from behind us.

I turned my head to look at him and saw his eyes wide, a terrified expression planted on. I’m sure I look so much worse.

Kira was next to him, worried as well. But her body language certainly didn’t show it. She was standing fiercely on the ground with her Katana in hand.

“Or what, Scott?” The nogitsune challenged.

“We won’t just change you this time. We’ll kill you.”

I can never imagine Scott killing anyone. I’ve known him for a short time, but I also know he’s too good for something of that nature.

A booming laugh came from the nogitsune, causing me to stare back at him.

“Good luck.”

That’s when a light bulb clicked and I had a plan.

“Why the gun?” I questioned, walking up beside Stiles.

“What?” The nogitsune stared at me, confused.

I quickly looked at Stiles. His eyes were wide and his expression was saying: What the hell are you doing?

I let go of one of Stiles’ hands and his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“From what these guys told me, before you had the Oni to kill for you, you had to depend on your own strength. Why don’t you do that again? Why are you depending on a mortal’s weapon?”

The nogitsune was getting more and more involved with what I was saying. His thoughts were so into it, that I could see his grip on the gun loosen.

“You’re a thousand year old Japanese spirit. Where’s the badassary?”

The nogitsune’s grip was entirely loose and the gun was almost slipping off of Stiles’ forehead.

With one quick movement, I extended my hand and punched the gun out of his hold.

“Come on!” I grabbed Stiles and ran towards his best friend. “Scott!”

“I’m on it!” He assured, his face deforming into his supernatural form.

Scott sprinted for the nogitsune and kicked him down before he could get a hold of the gun again.

The nogitsune was furious. His lip snarled as he stood back up.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” He screamed, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.

The nogitsune’s dark eyes sneered into mine. “THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY REVENGE. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.”

My blood went cold and my head started to spin as I realized the evil trickster was talking to me.

He began walking towards me, but Scott stopped in front of him.

“Stop.” He warned, with all the confidence in the world.

The nogitsune slowly ceased looking at me and turned his attention towards the werewolf.

“Scott.” He hissed. “Don’t waste your time.”

“Don’t waste yours.” Scott challenged.

The next moment was nothing but a blur.

It all happened so fast.

Before he could even react, the nogitsune punched Scott’s face so hard he fell on the ground and banged his head, getting knocked out cold.

The nogitsune immediately leaned down and grabbed his weapon.

Pointing it straight at me, he fired.

This is it. This is how I die.

Suddenly, I felt a soft hand push me back and the figure leap in front of me.

My heart jumped into my throat and my legs went weak as I realized who it was.

“NO!” I screamed as the bullet went straight through Stiles.

His body became weak with the bullet finding a new home. I reached my arms out and grabbed him before he could fall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kira charge at the nogitsune and Scott getting back up again.

I kneeled down with my boyfriend and layed him on my lap.

His eyes blinked rapidly and his breathing was out of control.

“Stiles!” I croaked, my eyes flooding with tears.

“(Y/N).” He said, his voice husky.

“Stiles, why did you do that?!” I panicked, pressing my hands down on his wound. Trying to prevent him from losing an alarming amount of blood.

“I had to.” He lifted his hand and gently caressed my face. “I lo-love you, (Y/N).”

His eyes started to blink slower and his breathing decreased.

“No, Stiles!” I cried, my whole body shaking. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

“(Y/N), I-I’m glad I did.” He reassured, his lips beginning to turn purple. “These past five months have been the best of my life. And the moment I realized what was going to happen, I had to stop it.”

“Why?” I sobbed, my tears pouring down on his cheeks.

“Because I imagined a world without (Y/N).” His eyes lit up as he looked at me, even though they were weak. “And that is a world I would never want to live in.”

My heart jumped out of my throat and everything inside of me just shattered as he said those familiar words.

“Stiles.” I balled, my voice coming out as a whisper. “Y-You’re my soulmate.”

He smiled, a tear rolling down his cheek.

His eyes flickered to a close and I felt the reality of it all hit me.

“Stiles! NO!” I shouted, panic taking over. “Don’t you dare close your eyes! Don’t you dare leave me!”

I held tighter onto him, my whole body trembling with fear.

“Come on, Stiles!” I cried. “I can’t lose you! I can’t…” I let out a sigh of pain. “Stiles, please, I need you.”

I stared at the most important person in my life as he took one last breath with a soft smile and let go.

He was gone.

I let out a loud wail as I rest my head on his chest, feeling my enitre life lose its meaning.

Just like that he was taken away from me.

I felt a warm and strong hand grip onto my shoulder as the person kneeled down beside me.

“It’s over.” Scott confirmed, his voice breaking as he stared at what was left of his best friend.

I couldn’t even answer him or thank him. All I could do was hold onto the limp body of the sarcastic man I fell in love with.

The man who made me laugh whenever I was too upset to.

The man who taught me to love.

The man who was and will always be my soulmate.

Just like that, this man was ripped away from my life.

No more late night pizza runs.

No more rides with him in his jeep.

No more witty remarks.

No more daily plaid shirts.

No more Stiles Stilinski.

Spider-Girl - Peter Parker x (f)Reader

Originally posted by teamunderoos

Words: 1064
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader
Warnings: uh lil but of capture
Requested by: @camila1818
hey could I have a Bucky or Spider-Man imagine where you are spider girl and one of them is totally in love with you and saves you during a mission? thanks!💖”
Authors Note: I don’t have much to say other than I love how this turned out and OMG I’m positing so much Peter Parker considering he’s on of the characters in my 1000 follower celebratory series lol

Masterlist.


You knew Peter Parker, but you didn’t really know him.

You saw him around the school sometimes. He always seemed to be doing his own thing, like the weird kid he was. You didn’t say hello to him but you didn’t hate him. Of course, you knew something was always up with him.

You had gotten these powers when you visited this little place called Sokovia for an advanced learning option with school.

You met a boy there. He was interesting, and eventually, he told you that he could teach you so much about Sokovia. He was Sokovian, after all.

Things went bad.

Something happened. Maybe it was because of that boy, maybe it was because you were new there. But someone had snuck into where you were staying, and took you away. Everyone in your class went crazy looking for you, but alas, you were no where to be found.

The people who took you said that they wanted a weapon of their own. Quite like one they had heard about in Queens, New York. Of course, you knew the person they talked about. Spider-Man stops a ton of crime around where you live.

You tried your hardest to get out before these people could hurt you, but it didn’t work.

Only after your ‘transformation’ was done, did the Sokovian boy save you and run your back to Queens. Let’s just say, everyone was excited you were back, as they thought you were dead. You weren’t exactly dead, just, different.

And now you could at least help the Spider-Man defeat the crimes. It would take some training, though.

Keep reading

Worth it

Ok so I rewatched all the avengers movies so ……. XD yeah it’s had to plus a just love to imagen Tony as a father figure :3

Hope you enjoyed.

Pairing : avengers x reader

Warning : none

Worth it.


You couldn’t belive this .

You were (Y/n) Stark.

Daughter of the infamous Tony Stark aka the Ironman .

So sure you had a couple people try to use you because of your father’s money. But you were very careful who you hand around. But this was just to much.

You had a crush on the cutest guy in school. Ryan Edwin . There was just something about his bright blue eyes that you love …. Well loved .

He asked you out almost 2 months ago and you of course said yes without thinking and you didn’t think at all why was he always making up excuses to borrow money.

It hit you like a ton of bricks.

And of course when you confronted him he didn’t even bother to lie so he said it all .

“Of course I used you . Who do you think I am ? Apart from the money your family has your worthless. ”

It hurt a lot , and it hurt even more when all the people around you started laughing.

That day you returned home broken. You were only 16 and you were really starting to hate your life . Money can’t buy you a friend, a happy relationship or even just a single person who wouldn’t care how many numbers you had on your bank account.

You walked to your room but not before your father saw that something wasn’t right.

He was a great father. Many didn’t believe that the playboy billionaire could rase a child all on his own .

But he did and he did a damn good job .

When you wanted his attention he would not hesitate to leave his lab to go and spend time with you when you were little. Of course he spoiled you too .

But some how you grew up to be a pretty decent person. And he was proud of you .

“Hey there baby girl. Is everything ok ? You look a little pale ” he said with concern, not taking his eyes of you .

You never lied to your father and were not intending to start today .

You looked at him with slightly red eyes .

“Daddy Ryan used me … Just like all of them ” you say , voice shaking.

At first you could see anger in his eyes but soon he just smiled and huged you .
“Hey … it’s ok . The douchebag didn’t deserve you anyway ” he said calmly. You sighed and huged him back.
“Can we stay in the lab all night? I can help you with your new suit … please? ” you asked. Surprisingly you calmed down while in the lad . Seeing you dad work on a new suit or helping him out.

“Of course (Y/n) but right now I need to take care of something ” he said and kissed you on the forhead before leaving.

Sure at first you were confused but as you thought more about it you understud more . You smiled to yourself and left to go to the living room where , no surprise, all the avengers were .

They were about to watch a movie when Nat saw you and seeing you eyes asked what happened. So you told them . You could see how the guys were pissed, even Loki looked really annoyed when you told them .

Sure enough Nat huged you and smiled her rare smiles at you . Thor shared some pop tarts with you . And Clint and Steve looked at you with reassuring smiles .

After watching the movie with the averagers minus your dad you went to the lab . Not a hour later your dad entered the lab .

“I see you hacked my code again ” he smirked at you .

“It was too easy ” you smiled “seriously though … my birthday ? You need to think of a better code ” you laughed.

And that’s how you spend the night. Sure you got like 20 texts from Ryan saying he was sorry but you knew your dad had something to do with that . So after reading the first text you put your phone on silent and continued to work with your dad .

Sure it was hard to find friends. But that doesn’t mean your not worth anything. You had the best family you could ask for .

You really were lucky.

You had your dad , Natasha, Thor , Loki , Steve, Clint and Bruce as you family.

What more could you ever ask for .

Imagine: Elliot cooking for you

Anonymous said to mr-musings:Can you do one where elliot cooks please 😊 x 

A/N: This ended up being longer than I anticipated but please enjoy!


Your fingers drummed on the desk as you checked the digitised numbers in the corner of your computer screen every few seconds, your eyes darting back and forth with impatience.

4:59pm

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes, focusing on the dull hum of the air conditioning in the background. It was Friday and you couldn’t wait to leave your stuffy office. Elliot would be finishing work about now and you were heading straight over to his apartment which was conveniently located one floor above yours.

We’re just neighbours hanging out. You assured yourself. You’d moved in two months ago after downgrading from your previous place following a huge fall out with your roommate. You’d met Elliot on day 1 after realising you’d moved in without a tin opener and desperately wanted to eat that tin of ravioli there and then. You’d blurted out your request as soon as his front swung open and the man behind it stared at you with wide eyes. Ever since then you’d met casually several times, you took him brownies when you accidentally made 50 and looked after his dog Flipper when he had to leave for a work emergency. Overall, he was a swell dude and gorgeous- nope I’m not going there.

The sound of your phone buzzing made your eyes snap open and you looked down at the text message that illuminated the screen.

‘Hey :-)’

Your face broke into a grin immediately. You’d given Elliot your number after locking yourself out for the first time (he was slender enough to squeeze in through your bathroom window) and had teased him ever since for his texting which was often barren of any emotion whatsoever. The fact he was making some effort made you smile.

‘Still on for tonight?’ You typed back, noticing that it had finally turned 5:00pm and began packing up. You’d mentioned to Elliot in passing that you had a load of your roommates weed that you had acquired when she stopped paying rent because fuck her. After several moments of silence and enough awkward mumbling to last you both a lifetime Elliot had asked if you wanted to come over to get high and watch a movie, specifically the Careful Massacre of the Bourgeoisie.

You headed out of your office, glad to see that he had confirmed your plans for tonight with a simple ‘yep.’

‘Want me to get Chinese on my way home? My treat.’ You secretly hoped you weren’t being too forward as you walked towards the subway station.

Elliot replied almost immediately.

‘Nah I’m cooking.’

You frowned at your phone. Elliot? Cook? You racked your brain trying to think of a time you’d seen him eat.

By the time you were on the subway you were feeling incredibly nervous. Should I bring something? Is this actually a proper date?

You arrived back at the apartment block and decided to change before heading over. Don’t overthink you chided yourself as you changed into a comfortable dark coloured dress. You remembered to pick up the weed well at least I’m bringing something and headed upstairs, rapping loudly on Elliot’s door before you could change your mind.

Elliot opened the door and immediately you noticed that he wasn’t wearing his black hoodie for a change. He must have changed out of his work clothes too because he was wearing a navy jumper. Damn he looks cute. You thought, your face going hot immediately. Elliot scratched the back of his neck nervously almost as though he’d read your mind.

‘Is that garlic I can smell?’ You blurted to dissipate the tension as you stepped into the apartment, Flipper running over to greet you immediately. You picked up the small dog, rubbing her ears affectionately. You didn’t have a dog of your own but you’d grown quite attached to Flipper.

‘Uh yeah it is.’ Elliot walked quickly over to his stove, mixing whatever was in the frying pan which was sizzling away loudly.

You set Flipper down gently and tiptoed over to get a glimpse at what he was making. There was stuff all over his counter – spices, herbs, a bag of pasta that had split open and gone everywhere. The whole apartment smelt amazing it was making your mouth water.

‘What are you making?’ You tried to see over his shoulder.

‘It’s just chicken alfredo.’ He murmured nervously, very aware of your presence behind him.

‘That’s like my favourite! Have I told you that?’ You asked him, furrowing your brow as you tried to think of a time you’d let that information slip.

‘Uh, I don’t think so, I like it too.’ Elliot rambled nervously as he continued staring the sauce. You felt a wave of admiration for him pass over you as you watched. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done this for you.

‘Want me to put the pasta on?’ You asked not wanting to stand around awkwardly in his apartment whilst he did all the work.

‘Sure.’

The two of you began cooking together in comfortable silence as you salted the water, adding the pasta and set it to boil. Elliot occasionally bumped your elbow with his as he stirred but never flinched away from you. You watched him pick up each herb, pausing for a moment to read the recipe next to him which had been stuck to the fridge using magnets. Your mind briefly wandered to what it would be like to do this all the time, to come home to him every day and-

‘Y/N I think the pasta is done…’ Elliot’s soft voice interrupted your thoughts. He was staring up at you, his cheeks flushed slightly from the heat of the stove which made you stare for a bit too long.

‘Yeah sorry you’re right.’ Your voice squeaked lightly as you hurriedly drained the pasta and added it to the sauce he’d been perfecting.

Eventually dinner was ready and the two of you plated up. ‘I don’t really have much of table, I usually use my desk…’ Elliot trailed off, looking embarrassed as he glanced around the apartment.

‘It’s cool we can put the movie on if you like?’ You gave him a smile, wanting to assure him he’d already gone well above and beyond what was necessary to impress you. Elliot nodded and went ahead of you, grabbing the pillows from his bed to make the sofa more comfortable for you. He set the movie up whilst you sat and waited, Flipper sat at your feet clearly beckoned by the smell of food.

Elliot finally took a seat next to you as the movie started and you had your first forkful. Dear god that’s glorious. It tasted wonderful – you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a proper home cooked meal by someone other than yourself.

‘Dude this is fucking amazing.’ You blurted out after swallowing your food. That could have been more ladylike but whatever.

‘Thanks.’ Elliot replied casually, not taking his eyes off the TV. You could see him quirking a small smile.

The two of you continued eating quietly as you half watched the movie, half watched the man next to you.

A small whining brought your gaze down to your feet where Flipper was perched on her hind legs, staring at the piece of chicken on your fork.

‘Flipper no.’ Elliot warned to the small dog, who ignored him completely. You were willing to bet anything that her and Elliot ate together when no one else was around.

You slid the chicken off your fork and fed the small dog who was wagging her tail happily.

‘Sorry I couldn’t resist the puppy eyes.’ You nudged Elliot who was pouting slightly. ‘It is really good I promise.’

After you’d finished your food you helped Elliot wash up and returned to the sofa feeling very full. You reclined, resting your hands on your tummy as Elliot sat next to you, a little closer this time which made you feel good because it meant he was getting used to your presence. The movie was kind of weird but the extremely fake gore made you laugh a lot which in turn made Elliot smile. You thought about rolling a joint with the weed you’d brought but you were way too comfortable already.

After a while you could feel your eyes starting to grow heavy. A combination of good food and little sleep from your work week had exhausted you. Before you knew it you were fast asleep, distantly aware of Elliot’s solid form next to you as you drifted off. You respected his space always, but he didn’t flinch away so you stayed as you were.

By the time you woke up the credits were rolling. You felt warm and quickly became aware of a pair of arms firmly around you. You look up from your spot on the sofa only to be faced with Elliot’s chest. You must have fallen asleep sat up and fallen sideways. Elliot had turned his body towards you and rested you on his chest, his legs loosely tangled with yours.

Shit I bet I’ve really overstepped it now.

You subtly tried to remove yourself worried he might freak out if he woke up with you basically on top of him. Elliot’s eyes fluttered open suddenly, going wide at the sight of your face only inches from his own.

‘I’m sorry I must’ve fallen asleep-‘

You were cut off by Elliot’s lips crashing against yours, they felt warm and soft and inexperienced as he kissed you. You stilled for a moment before returning his kiss, feeling your whole body turn red hot at the feeling of finally being able to kiss him.

After a moment he pulled away, his lips shiny from where you’d kissed him. ‘I should’ve asked you first…’ He mumbled, avoiding your eye. ‘I’m sorry I just get overwhelmed.’

‘Elliot?’ He looked up at you and you moved in to kiss him this time, being delicate enough to barely ghost his lips with your own.

‘I really like you I just didn’t know to tell you.’ Elliot breathed out against your lips between kisses.

You cupped his cheek, feeling the heat radiated through your palm. ‘It’s okay Elliot.’ You spoke softly hoping to calm his slightly anxious state. He took a few deep breaths and seemed to relax a little.

‘Is this why you cooked for me?’

Elliot paused for a moment, considering a reply. ‘I…did some research. About how to show someone you like them. How to show them that you care.’

His admission made you smile widely and plant small kisses on his cheeks, you could hear his breathing stutter as you did.

‘Well I should probably tell you that I like you too.’

The two of you lay sprawled on Elliot’s sofa for the rest of the evening, giddy with the fact you’d both finally told one another how you feel. Eventually it was time to go, you wanted to stay over with him eventually but deep down you knew neither of you were ready for such a thing yet.

Elliot insisted on walking you downstairs to your apartment which made you giggle, holding your hand the entire way.

‘Will you come back tomorrow?’ He asked, sounding nervous again now.

‘Of course. I can spend all day with you.’ You pecked his lips softly, watching him close his eyes as you did so.

You opened your apartment door and slid inside, Elliot started back towards the stairs with his hands in his pockets and turned at the last second.

‘Y/N?’

‘What?’

‘Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?’

You laughed at his boldness, he was so refreshingly unique compared to anyone else you’d ever met – or dated for that manner.

‘Yes I suppose so. Now go to bed.’ You teased, watching him break into a grin as you quietly closed your apartment door.

Phoenix Rising - Chapter 14 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (violence/swearing/smut :p)

Genre: General/Drama/Angst

Thanks everyone for the re-blogs and support!!! IT IS SO AWESOME!!!  

@emmysrandomthoughts @beautifulramblingbrains @iammarylastar @tigpooh67 @bookwarm85 @frecklefaceb @mom2reesie @elaacreditava @badassbaker @captstefanbrandt @jaihardy @treeleaf @pathybo @beltz2016 @lilu46 @equalstrashflavoredtrash

@girlwith100names @gaia25 @readsalot73 @bookgirlthings @slayer0507 @stone-met @lostinthebeans @lauraaan182 @queenara4 @letmagichappen @girlslovestorys @tonyt1995 @sterek-foreverandever @lacy-love @littlesouthernrebel @fuckthatfeeling @micolegg

************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

Chapter 14 my lovelies!

****************************************************************************************************

Eric soon fell asleep, lulled by the warmth of his sons against his chest. He’d already fallen hard for them, their baby scent, their snuffling, their tiny fingers and toes. A deep, violently possessive love filled him, he would die, would kill for his sons the same as he would for Fox. Waiting here to see if Fox would wake and return to them became bearable with his babies against him, warm on his skin. He drowsed, head fallen forward to rest between his sons and they instinctively nuzzled closer to his face.

Keep reading

Move together. A Yousana AU - Chapter 8

Summary, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7  

Read also on ao3


Listening to the phone ring, Sana knows exactly when her brother will pick up. At the fifth ring.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“Hey, sis!”, Elias answers the calls enthusiastically, making Sana laugh.

Sana sits down on her couch and smiles to herself. She really misses her brother, it’s been a while since she saw him in person but hearing his voice makes her feel a little better instantly.

“Hi, Elias.”, she answers in the same tone.  

“I was just about to call you. How are you? How’s life treating you? It’s been so long since we’ve talked”, Sana frowns at Elias’ words. It definitely hasn’t been long since they talked.

“Elias we talk every day. What are you talking about?”

“Well, excuse me if I miss my sister”, Elias says acting a little offended which only makes Sana roll her eyes.

“Okay, okay. You know I miss you too.”

“I know you do. So, how is that boyfriend of yours? Or should I say, fake boyfriend?” Sana can practically see her brother’s grin. He’s just joking but this question almost gives her a heart attack.

“Shh! You’re not at home, are you? Be careful, I don’t want mom and dad to hear you.”, Sana whisper-shouts as if she is the one close to her parents. She just panics. Lying to them is bad enough but getting caught like this would be the worst case scenario.

“Relax, I’m alone right now.”, Elias answers with a laugh. “Tell me, how are your lying skills? From what I’ve seen in the interviews you’re doing just fine.”

Sana rolls her eyes at that tone. Her older brother can act like a child sometimes, or most of the times.

“Since when do you watch my interviews?”

“I may have too much time on my hands…”, Elias reluctantly answers.

“Well, since you already know how my life is going.”, Sana says in a sarcastic tone, “Tell me about you, how are you? How’s the video going?” Since they talk every day Sana always knows about his most recent projects.

Elias hesitates for a moment, which makes Sana wonder. He usually just talks without thinking first.

“Uh…well…you see…there might be a little, tiny, insignificant problem with that…we don’t have actors for the video.” Elias’ response to that question was not what she expected.

“What? How did that happen?” Sana knows just a bit about the concept of the video Elias and the band thought of and that doesn’t work without actors.

Sana hears her older brother sigh at the other end of the line.

“They bailed when they realized that we couldn’t pay them much. I mean, the Balloon Boys are not that famous yet. I’m not even getting paid for making the video either, I’m helping them because they’re friends and I believe in them. So yeah, they left…”

Sana instantly feels bad for them. For the band and her brother. She knows that they were excited for this.

“Oh, Elias, I’m so sorry to hear that. What are you going to do now?”

“Well, actually…we have something in mind…that’s part of why I wanted to call you…” Elias sounds really unsure, which is very unusual.

“Elias, you’re scaring me. What do you want?”, Sana knows Elias’ ‘I need to ask you a favor’ tone way too well and if it’s taking him so long to ask, it can only mean that it’s something she may not like.

“How would you like to be the protagonist of a great Boyband’s music video?” Elias speaks so fast that Sana almost doesn’t understands what he say. But only almost.

“What? Me?”, she asks surprised at the question.

“Please, Sana! We’re desperate. We’re supposed to start filming in a week and we don’t have actors. We need a girl and a boy. If you say yes our two problems get reduced to one. Besides, who better than the great Sana Bakkoush to help us promote the Balloon Boys?”

Sana hears how desperate her brother sounds. Since he started getting more and more involved with trying to achieve his dream of becoming a film director he has been taking every one of his projects dead serious. Still, she is unsure.

“Elias, you know I’d love to help but I don’t know if I’m the most qualified person for that job. I’ve never done that before.”, Sana says, feeling bad about not being able to help like her brother needs her to.

“But all you have to do is act like you’re in love with a boy, just like you do for your movies. Maybe some dance too, but just some tiny moves…I totally get if you don’t want to, but you’d be helping us a lot if you did.”, Elias answers. Acting in a music video is not much different from acting in a movie and he knows his sister would be able to handle anything, really. She’s just that good.

“Okay, fine! I’ll do it.”, Sana caves in. The only reason why she didn’t immediately agree was that she thought she wouldn’t be the best choice. If her brother thinks that she fits into the concept of the music video, well then why wouldn’t she help?

“You will?!” Sana laughs at her brother’s excitement.

To be honest, helping with that music video probably would have more positive aspects for Sana than anyone. She hasn’t been back in Norway for a while now.

“Yes, I mean it’d be a good opportunity to go back home. I miss you all. And I’d be helping you and the boys.”

“Oh Sana, thank you, thank you so much! I owe you one!”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about that later.”, she says with a smile. Honestly, the thought of going back home and seeing her parents and brother again and the excuse for that being that she’ll be in the music video of a really good band makes Sana grin.

“One thing though Sana..”, Elias’ tone makes Sana worry again. He sounds embarrassed. “We…won’t be able to pay you what you’re used to…”

Sana furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head, even when she knows that he obviously can’t see that.

“Elias what are you talking about? I don’t care about that. I’m doing this for you. I don’t need to get paid at all.”

“No, Sana. We’ll pay you, just not much…” He sounds sure of this, at least. He won’t let his sister work for something with nothing in return.

“I’m telling you Elias, I’ll do it for free.”, Sana is also adamant. It runs in the family.

“Look, I’m not going to start an argument about that right now. We’ll talk about that later, okay?” Elias knows his sister well, and he knows himself well. They won’t get to a final decision now so why even bother.

“Okay…”, Sana gives in, very reluctantly. Even when she’s in her twenties now and even when they’re not even in the same room she doesn’t like to argue with her brother. Not when it’s not necessary.

“And thank you again so much Sana, you’re saving us!”

Sana and Elias hang up after a few more minutes and she leans back, resting her head on the backrest of the couch. She’s happy to go back to Norway, even if it’s just for a few days. Now that the official events for the movie is done, Sana has a bit of free time.

Thinking of work, Sana shoots up in her seat and shakes her head at herself. She just accepted a job without consulting her agent. Or without at least telling Agnes about it before accepting. Sana takes her phone and quickly finds Agnes’ number and presses call.

“Hello?” Agnes answers the call.

“Agnes, my favorite agent, hi!”

“Okay two things, Sana Bakkoush: one, I’m your only agent and two, what do you want?” Sana can’t help but feeling called out by her agent, but once again she’s right, Agnes is her only agent and Sana really wants something from her.

“Fine, I’ll go straight to the point. I’m going to Norway next week.” Sana decides that it’s better to be blunt. If she knows something about Agnes is that she doesn’t like when Sana is vague.

“Wait, what? I thought you weren’t taking a break until next month.”

“Yeah, this is not exactly a break. I’m going for work. I’m helping my brother with a video he’s making for a Norwegian boyband.”, Sana says, mentally preparing herself for Agnes’ outburst in a few seconds.

“You’re what? You took a job offer without telling me?”, Agnes says loudly, not shouting but not exactly in a normal volume either.

Sana needs to make Agnes understand that this is important to her.

“Don’t think about it as a job offer, think about it as a way to help a really great music group with their video. I just have to go there, film some scenes and I’ll be back before you know it.”, Sana explains, trying to soften Agnes up to the thought of Sana leaving the country for a few days.

Sana hears her agent sigh.

“Sana, I don’t know if that project is adequate for you…”

Well, that makes Sana even more sure that she’s going to go to Norway and be in that video. She knows having big roles in huge productions is amazing and something she can enjoy now, after all the work she did to reach this point. But that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything but blockbusters.

“What you’re saying is that you think it’s too small for me, isn’t it? Well, honestly Agnes, I’m not asking for your permission. I’ve already said yes and I’m going to keep my word.”

“And what about Yousef? You two are still dating. Wouldn’t it be weird if you just go and leave him here? You know you can’t break up yet ‘cause it’d be weird if you did just after the movie.”

Rolling her eyes, this time Sana sighs. As if people in real relationship never go anywhere without their partner but she understands Agnes. Leaving Yousef ‘alone’ in LA while she is gone, back at home, would come off as if they had a fight or something to the media. They’re from the same city, after all.

“Well, I’ll find a way to solve that.”


-x-


As soon as she steps out of the airport, Sana takes a moment. She looks around herself and takes a deep breath. All she saw so far, in this visit back home, was the airport but even that felt so good. Because she knows she’ll be able to go home, see her family and not only on a screen.

Even people around her speaking Norwegian makes her smile widely. The only other person she heard talk that language in the past months, except for her family and friends from Norway, was Yousef.

Now she’s standing here, trying to soak in some of the sunlight until her brother comes to pick her up. When someone had told her that she would get so excited to see Elias just a few years ago, she would have laughed. Not because she doesn’t love him, she does. But their ages being so close meant that they had small petty fights about anything when they were just a bit younger.

Her memories about old times with her brother are interrupted by someone laughing right next to her. Without even looking she knows who’s laughing, but still she faces him as she narrows her eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing…It’s just…You’re standing there looking at the horizon as if you are in some kind of trance”

Sana rolls her eyes at his words and sighs. Maybe she got too carried away by her memories, but she really missed Norway.

“Well, I’m sorry if you’ve already changed Oslo for Hollywood, Yousef, but I’ve really missed my hometown.”

Yousef raises his eyebrows at first but then switches to narrowing his eyes at Sana. Exchanging Oslo for Hollywood… Yousef would never do that. He looks at Sana with a look as if to say ‘Do you really think I would?’.

The many changes of Yousef’s facial expressions in the past minute alone make Sana laugh but she presses her lips together and waits if he is going to say something or if he’s just trying to convey whatever he’s thinking through charades.

Finally he throws up his hands and shakes his head disapprovingly. “Sana, you really think I would do that?”, then he tilts his head slightly and a small smirk appears on his lips. “Is this how you thank me for being the reason you’re here right now?”

Sana knows he’s joking but she acts like she doesn’t. “Oh please. Don’t get too cocky. I would have found another argument to convince Agnes. Or just come anyway, I’m an adult.”

Yousef leans closer to her and whispers: “An adult that has to take her fake-boyfriend with her to her hometown because her agent wouldn’t approve otherwise.” He steps back with a grin and looks at Sana all innocently.

“That fake-boyfriend can be a fake ex-boyfriend real quick.”, Sana whispers to him and turns away, but seeing a glimpse of the shocked look on Yousef’s face.


-x-

Meeting the band whose music Yousef was introduced to just a couple of weeks ago was more exciting to him than he could have imagined it to be.

Sana and Yousef went to the dance-studio together to meet the boys there. The band consisting of Mikael, Mutasim and Adam, three guys that instantly make Yousef like them just by the way they are. They seem like really nice, talented people.

The other guy Yousef met for the first time was Elias, Sana’s older brother. It is just a fake relationship, Yousef thinks to himself. Still, he worries that Sana’s brother might not like him. Pretending to be dating or not, Yousef would hate that.

When Sana had asked Yousef to come with her to Norway to star in a videoclip of that Boyband she had shown him a few months ago he had doubt at first. It was a big responsibility and he wasn’t sure he would be any good at it. But Sana really needed him there. It was the only way Agnes would be okay with her leaving. Plus, the boys were desperately looking for an actor. They already had Sana so what would be better than having Yousef too? One of the most commented couple of Hollywood starring in a videoclip together. That had all the ingredients to be a success. Yousef just hopes it goes as expected. These boys seem really nice and Sana is really excited about helping them. He wouldn’t want anything to ruin that.

All, or most of Yousef’s doubts vanish into thin air when he hears what the boys had planned for the video. Up until then he didn’t know what the concept was, except for the fact that Sana and him would be playing a couple. Now, when Mikael and one of his dance partners from his dance crew show Sana and Yousef what they would need to do, Yousef feels so much better.

The dance routine they are being shown is amazing. Yousef loves dancing and has always loved it. That’s something he can do and Mikael told Sana and Yousef that they could change small parts if they wanted to which makes Yousef even more excited.

It has been a while since Yousef had to dance for a project so this is very welcome for him.

Sana on the other hand, she looks petrified. Her brother did not tell her that she needed to dance, at least not like this. ‘A little bit of dancing’ is not this complex choreography. When she looks at Yousef searching for moral support she hopes to see him as scared as she is. Well, her hopes are crashed. Not only Yousef doesn’t look scared at all but he looks like little kid opening their birthday presents. He looks so excited, a big smile on his face, his eyes shining. He’s even moving his right foot to the rhythm of the music. Great, just great. If Sana was thinking that she would find a way to get rid of the dance now she knows that’s not going to happen. She has to admit though, that seeing Yousef so passionate about it makes her heart melt a little bit. She really likes seeing him like that.

Sana thought, or hoped, that the choreography would seem less impossible for her to do once they slowed down and thought them the moves one by one.

Well, she’s still overwhelmed, even while Mikael and Aima honestly try to make the moves as easy to replicate as possible. All Sana can think is that she is in no way a dancer. Not at all. Some of these steps will be totally butchered by her, she thinks.

Yousef, well he is ready to try all of them the second he sees them.

At least the beginning is easy. All they have to do is hug each other and sway to the rhythm of the music. It’s not like Sana is nervous about the proximity. It’s not like her hands shake as she rests them on Yousef’s back. It’s not like her breath becomes uneven when she feels his on her neck. Not at all.

She is really glad that Yousef seems to know what he is doing. With his hands on her waist he leads the next steps. It’s just rehearsal but they are trying to get this in one whole thing. Sana is very aware of his hands on her waist, resting there carefully, not moving anywhere else.

Then one of Sana’s favorite parts comes. Even though she feels a little disappointed at the loss of the warmth coming from his hands on her waist, Sana tries her hardest to not smile too much. Honestly, partly because she is a bit nervous that Yousef could really fall on her. He is supposed to let himself ‘fall’ towards her. He does, not even thinking about it twice and Sana puts her hands out, against his chest. ‘pushing’ him away. When their eyes meet while doing that, they both start smiling at each other.

The next move, Sana needs to focus really hard so she doesn’t laugh while doing it. Yousef has to look away. Then she puts her hand on his cheek and ‘forces’ him to look at her again. She really likes that move but somehow she feels weird doing that. Still, she just goes for it and surprisingly she does it right. What happens next, Sana is not able to foresee it.

The thing is that she knows that the jump is right in that moment. She’s seen Mikael and Aima doing it before. But she doesn’t think that Yousef would go for it in their first rehearsal. It seems like such a big deal, at least for her, so she thought that maybe it’d need a special rehearsal just to get it right. Well, apparently Yousef doesn’t need that. Because as soon as Sana ‘forces’ him to look at her, he places his hands on her waist and effortlessly lifts her. Sana is so surprised by it that she can’t help but gasp as she puts her hands on his shoulders so she doesn’t fall, not like Yousef seems like he could let her fall anyway. As he moves her from one side to another and leaves her back on the floor again she looks at him with wide eyes and her mouth slightly opened. She knows that Yousef is a good dancer, she knows that he’s definitely strong, but the way he simply lifted her like she doesn’t weigh anything at all took her completely by surprise.

When Yousef sets Sana down on her feet again, his hands still on her waist, he looks at her with a content smile. He’s happy that it went so well the first time they tried the lift but then he notices Sana looking at him with wide eyes and furrows his eyebrows. Did he hurt her in some way while lifting her? But then her facial expression softens and Sana smiles at him. Yousef answers with a smile of his own and without having to say anything they both continue with the dance.

Some of the moves from Mikael’s original choreography Sana and Yousef won’t do, because they’re too hard to learn in such a short amount of time. At least for Sana. Still, Sana and Yousef try to do some of the complicated lifting and spinning moves.

After one of those spinning moves where Sana has to be lifted by Yousef and spun while she only has her hands at his neck, Yousef sets her down right in front of him and they have to lean their foreheads against each other and look each other in the eyes.

The close proximity, the fact that Sana always looks a little surprised when she lands on her feet and just the intensity they are supposed to show, and maybe even feel, make Sana and Yousef laugh. Every time they get to that point, Sana leans up and Yousef down to rest their forehead against each other, they start grinning and end up laughing.

Up until now they’ve managed to get all the steps right, or at least, not completely messed up. Actually Sana feels very proud of herself. She thought she wouldn’t be able to do any of the moves Mikael and Aima had shown them, but she was wrong.

But then…then the big moment comes. Sana has been dreading this moment since she saw it for the first time. In this move, the responsibility, the initiative is completely on Sana.

As they sway to the rhythm of the music, Sana’s hands on Yousef’s neck, Yousef’s hands on Sana’s waist, she feels her heart pounding fast on her chest. The moment has arrived. With Yousef’s help she lets herself ‘fall’ backwards, Yousef’s hands on her back, in the most cliche kind of way. But then is when she freezes. She’s supposed to lift her legs only to then push herself off the ground so Yousef can let her back on her feet, right in front of him, after she jumps with the possibility of her falling on her face if she slips. The thing is that she can’t lift her legs. It’s like they’re glued to the floor. The music keeps playing, they’ve already missed the exact point when the move has to be made but no one seems to really care. All they care is about the fact that Sana is still on Yousef’s arm, a panicked look on her face.

“Come on, Sana. You can do this.” Yousef nods at  Sana, looking in her eyes.

“I can’t.” It’s all that Sana can say. It’s kind of awkward the fact that they’re still in that position, Sana leaned backwards on Yousef’s arms, but she’s completely frozen.

“Of course you can. You don’t have to be afraid, I’m right here.” Yousef reassures her. He completely understands her reaction. It’s the first time she dances and she’s been doing it perfectly. This lift though, he gets how scary it can look but there’s no way he’d let her fall.

Sana shakes her head and closes her eyes. She tightens her grip on Yousef’s neck. She feels so embarrassed right now. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her and the heat on her cheeks as she blushes.

“Sana, look at me.” Yousef asks her. When she doesn’t he repeats it in a lower voice. “Look at me Sana.”

She slowly opens her eyes after taking a deep breath. He’s looking at her in such a soft way that she can literally feel the tension leaving her body. How is it possible for one look to have that effect on her?

“Do you trust me?”

Does she trust him? In any other moment she would’ve laughed at the question, probably say some snarky comment to tease him. But right now all she can do is swallow and nod. Of course she trusts him. How wouldn’t she?

“Yes.”, she says. As unsure she is about this move, as sure she is of this answer.

“Then lift your legs. I won’t let you fall. Never.”


-x-


Sana looks away from Yousef when her brother starts talking. At first she doesn’t really listen, she can’t. She’s too happy about how this first rehearsal went. How Yousef made it so much easier for her. Now he is standing at the other end of the room, talking to the Balloon Boys.

“Sana, are you listening?”, she hears her older brother say.

Sana looks at Elias and nods quickly, not convincing her brother.

“So, you sure that you’re just pretending to be dating?”, he asks with a grin, leaning closer to her.

Sana’s eyes widen and she hits her brother lightly against the arm. He should know not to talk about that like this, in public, where people can hear him. And she really doesn’t want to have this conversation, seeing as his tone indicated something she won’t talk about now.

“What did you want to talk about?”, Sana asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Before you started saying stupid things.”

Elias rolls his eyes at his little sister, ever so stubborn to get her way of things. However, it’s fine by him. He needs to talk about this and the sooner the better.

“We need to talk about the money.” Elias says going straight to the point.

“Elias, you’re at it, again? I told you. I’m doing this for you and for the boys. I don’t need to be paid.”

“No, Sana. Neither the boys nor I are okay with you not getting paid. This is work. You’re working. Even if you’re my sister, you should get paid. Sure, we won’t be able to pay you and Yousef as much as you’re used to but you have to take it.”

Sana shakes her head and sighs. And she thought she was the stubborn of the family. Well, clearly her brother is fighting to earn that title. As she looks away from Elias her eyes land on Yousef who’s too busy talking to the boys to notice her look. She can’t help but smile as she remembers a certain conversation they had in her, their, secret place not long ago. That gives her an idea.

“Okay, let’s make a deal that we’ll both like.” Sana says looking back at her brother. “I’ll accept the money, but not for me, for Yousef. You pay both of our salaries to him.”

“What? Why?”, Elias asks with the most confused look on his face that Sana almost starts laughing.

Instead she just shrugs and lets her gaze wander to Yousef again, staying there while answering her brother.

“Like I said, I don’t need to be paid. And something tells me that he’ll make good use of that money.”

“Are you sure?”, Elias asks and that’s when Sana looks back at him again.

“Positive.”, she says while nodding and smiling. She’s sure.

“Okay then, you’re boyfriend will get the money. It’s better than anything.” Elias agrees, it’s not like he has any chance on winning an argument against his sister. That doesn’t mean that he can’t still try to tease her again. “So about you and Yousef…What was that straight from Titanic conversation you had over there? With the whole do you trust me, I trust you thing.”

“First of all, since when do you like Titanic? And second of all…bye Elias.”


-x-

“Ready to go?”

Yousef looks up from his bag to Sana and nods with a big smile. He puts his duffle bag on his shoulder and falls in step next to Sana. They’re comfortable enough with each other to not have to talk every minute they are together. Still, Yousef looks down at Sana and when he sees her smiling to herself, a happy smile finds its place on his face too.

“Is Elias not coming?”, Yousef asks, looking back right before they leave the studio.

“He’s just talking to the band about something really quick. He’s our ride so he should join us soon.”, Sana answers laughing lightly. She’s a little exhausted but she’s really happy about the rehearsal they had today.

“And speaking of Elias…”, Sana continues, looking up at Yousef, who is already looking at her.

When Sana doesn’t finish her sentence right then Yousef starts to wonder what she could be wanting to tell him regarding her older brother. Her older brother that thinks Yousef is his little sister’s boyfriend. Yousef gets irrationally nervous but tries to hide it with a small smile. “He’s feeling kind of bad…and so am I”

“Bad? Why? What happened?” If he was nervous before now he can’t even try to hide it. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes of course. Don’t worry, everything is fine. It’s just…we kind of feel bad because you’re not going to get paid as much as you’re used to. And we really appreciate what you’re doing for them, for us. We wish we could pay you more but the boys are not that famous yet and…”

“Sana, Sana, stop. What are you talking about?” Yousef is honestly confused. Sana apologizing because he’s not getting paid as much as ‘he’s used to’ is the last thing he expected her to say. “I wasn’t even counting on getting paid. I’m doing this for you…for the boys. I mean for you and the boys, for all of you, as a whole.”

Sana raises her eyebrows at his words. She doesn’t know what surprises her the most, the fact that he wasn’t counting on getting paid or the fact that he got so nervous trying to explain what he meant with ‘you’. Well, at this point, Yousef rambling shouldn’t be a surprise.  Still, she finds it really endearing.

“What I want to say is…” Yousef says after he collects himself. “I’m not going to accept your or Elias’ money. I’m doing this because I believe in this project. Besides, I’m enjoying this a lot. I should be thanking you for letting me be part of this.”

“Well, it’s not like I had any choice…you know Agnes didn’t let me come without you.”, Sana says, shrugging. But when she looks up at Yousef again she can’t stop herself from smiling. He’s looking at her with his eyes playfully narrowed at her.

With a small smirk Yousef answers to that, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head slightly.

“Oh come one, we both know you would’ve come anyway. If I’ve learned something about you in the past months is that you don’t do anything if you don’t think it’s the right thing to do. So if I’m here is because you want me here…even just a little bit?”

Sana presses her lips together, wondering how she should answer to that.

“Maybe…But that’s not the point. The point is that you’re getting paid.”, she waves the first topic off and gets back to the main issue.

“No, I’m not. Are you getting paid?”, Yousef rolls his eyes at Sana, shaking his head. He talks in a tone that suggests that it’s the most obvious thing.

“No, because this is my brother’s project.” Now it’s Sana who is crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, this is my brother-in-law’s project. So I’m not getting paid either. You can give Elias his money.”, Yousef says, very sure of this, and turns away from Sana dramatically to make a point.

Shaking her head laughingly Sana starts talking which makes Yousef turn back to face her.  

“I think…I think I may have a better idea.” Sana says as something comes to her mind. She looks at Yousef and smiles. “What was the name of that charity association of yours?”

————————————————————

The dance Sana and Yousef rehearse 

Next chapter will be up tomorrow since it’s the second part of this one

How to Fix A Bad Day... // Jeon Jungkook

Summary: In which you’ve had a terrible day, and boyfriend bunny kook tries his very best to cheer you up :)

Genre: flufffffffff

Word Count: 1,800+

A/N: Well, this is super strange for me because it is my FIRST post, so I hope you enjoy and come back for more… PLEASE REQUEST!! :D Also, please give me some constructive criticism???? Too much context? Not enough action ;) ?? Let me know, and I’ll make improvements!! :D 
P.S. It’s like really long???? for a first story kinda maybe-ish idk why tho i think i have a problem with these kinds of things??? request AUs and stuff I wanna try to do those cute bullet pointed scenarios tooooooo!! :DDDDDDD

Originally posted by just-sad-fandom-trash

Monday, 9:23 PM
Mondays. 
You thought, as you jammed the key in the front door. Stepping inside, you let out a heavy sigh, not even bothering to take off your shoes before sinking into the cushions of your couch. 

Sure, Mondays were always the worst day of the week, but nothing could have prepared you for the nerve-racking, heart stopping, painstaking shit show that ensued that day. 

––––––––––––––––––––
Monday, 6:38 AM
You groggily walked over to your desk, barely able to keep your eyes open. Mondays were already terrible, but this particular Monday, you had to get up early. Without any explanation at all, you were required to be present at a meeting with one of the Chairmen of the board… who happened to be halfway across the world at the moment. See, now that meant him dictating the exact time of the meeting that would be most convenient to him, and not taking into consideration that you had to get up at 5:15 AM in order to get ready and arrive to work on time. 

Placing your bag on the desk, you proceeded to shed off your huge coat before hanging it on the back of your chair. You powered up your computer and let out a deep sigh before logging into your email. You liked checking your email first thing in the morning, because there was often information within emails from colleagues and bosses that related to the events of the day. Surely enough, an email from her boss sat at the top of the list, curiously titled: “Proper Attire.”

Clicking on it, it opened to reveal:
Dear Y/N,
I apologize for having to send this email so late, but it is very important that you wear the proper attire for this meeting. This means that your attire should be of the utmost professionalism, and should not be sexual, revealing, or suggestive in any way. This meeting will be very important to both your career and mine.
Please come to Meeting Room 14 at 7:15.
Thank you. 

You couldn’t help but be somewhat offended by your boss’s choice of words. Sexual? Revealing? Suggestive? What kind of person did he think you were? 
Determined to carry on with the day, you decided to not linger on it. After checking a few more emails, you looked at the clock: 7:08. You decided that it was time to make your way to Meeting Room 14. 
When you arrived, you were met with 4 other people, all of which were large, middle age men, who you’ve never seen before. You stood a little further away from them, assuming they were there to meet with someone else, and checked your phone as you waited for your boss. You had received a message from your boyfriend, Jungkook:

Kookie: Hey love, sorry I couldn’t hang out yesterday… :(
You: Hey, don’t worry about it, another time :)
Kookie: Are you free tonight?? :DDDD I can come over and we can have pizza and watch Netflix?? heh Netflix and chill ;))
You: perv. But yes come!!!!! I’ll probs be home around 7?
Kookie: Sounds great! See ya laterrrr

You allowed a small smile to form on your face before putting your phone in your pocket. You could see your boss walk down the hallway, and went to go greet him. Before you could, the men from earlier cut in front of you, giving their own introductions. You gave your boss a questioning look, but he just shrugged and suggested that everyone go inside. 
He directed you to sit next to him, and allowed the others to sit wherever they wanted, but there seemed to be a distinct pattern already. You suddenly realized what you were standing in the middle of. You were brought here as a representative of the team progress, in as a result, your boss’s progress. 

Soon, the Chairman was online and video ‘meeting’ with you all. You guys started to do reports on what achievements that each of the teams have made, with you ending the circle. As soon as you began speaking, there were noises and words of disparagement. People did not want a woman to be in a position of power, and they were very clearly expressing it. When the chairman asked everyone to pitch ideas for an event that the company was having later, you pitched an awesome idea… which was ridiculed and brought down… until one of the men in the meeting brought it up again. Except they did not even acknowledge that it was your idea. Luckily, the Chairman took noticed, even commenting on it. That made you feel a bit better, but not enough.

When the meeting was over, your boss congratulated your efforts, and said that there would be more opportunities for you in the future to express your ideas. This piece of good news was completely ruined when the other men laughed at him, quickly making their own snarky comments towards your direction.
“A woman will never get the job.”
“They’re just keeping her around because of the pretty face.”
There they stood, mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to walk over there and wipe those nasty smirks off their faces. But your boss, sensing your anger, grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the elevator. 

As soon as the two of you stepped in, you let out a loud sigh. Your boss, understanding your frustration, told you to take the rest of the day off. 
“You did good work Y/N.”

––––––––––––––––––––
Monday, 4:57 PM

After your boss had graciously allowed you to take the day off, you still found yourself working for a few more hours before finally allowing yourself to leave the office. As much as you wanted to ignore the words of those men from the meeting, you couldn’t help yourself from having the urge to prove that you deserved to have your position. It didn’t end there though. On your way home, a stranger had spilt their ice coffee on you, so you were a sticky mess with a very ruined blouse. Needless to say, you were in a pretty sour mood and wanted nothing more than to just go home, eat ice cream, take a shower, and sleep.
You just got into your apartment when your phone buzzed:

Kookie: What kind of pizza do you want?

It took a while before you realized what he was talking about.

You: Actually Kookie, I’m really tired. Work was kinda terrible… can we hang out tomorrow?
Kookie: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I MISS YOUU :(((((((((((
You: Sorry… love you!!

You sighed, feeling terrible that Jungkook missed you, but you really didn’t think your attitude would have really been much fun for him. You didn’t want to ruin the night with the repercussions of your bad day. You took out your ice cream and ate a couple of spoonfuls before dragging yourself into the shower. You rinsed off the ice coffee that coated your upper half, and decided to not wash your hair tonight, since you didn’t have to energy to go through the whole process of blowdrying it. It was early, but you happily crawled into bed after your shower, desperate to replenish your sleep. 

Just as you were finally drifting off to sleep, your doorbell rang, causing you to groan in displeasure. WhO CoULD PoSsIbLY BE AT YOUr DOoR RIghT NOWWWWW!?!?!? You stomped to your door, prepared to yell when….

Jeon Jungkook. 
Dressed in a
full
bunny costume.

All your anger dissipated the second you laid eyes on him. Wearing a bright smile, he held a pizza pie in his left hand, and a bouquet of fresh red roses in his right. 

“Ta-dahhhhhhh~~”
“Jeon Jungkook… you dork.”
“Excuse me, I’m a cute dork.”
“Yes, you cute dork.”
“Thank you.. so are you going to let me in or..?”

You laughed before moving to the side to let him in. Watching him struggle to shove himself through your doorway was probably one of the funniest things you have ever witnessed, and when he finally made it through, he was sweating and heaving like a mad man. 

He was incredibly uncomfortable, but if his discomfort brought a smile to your face, he would stay this way forever. Jungkook absolutely adored you, and could not stand it when you were upset. He tried so hard to think of a way to cheer you up, and luckily all his hard work paid off. He was honestly half expecting you to be annoyed and slam the door on him, but what Jungkook didn’t know was that he was the light of your life. 

He was the best thing that ever happened to you, as cheesy as it sounds. Just seeing his face would have cheered you up, but you hated seeing him worried about you. You preferred it when he was smiling, because then you knew he was happy. You knew it was selfish, but a sad Jungkook would break your heart, and if it were you who made him sad, you would feel absolutely horrible. You stood there, wondering what in the world you would do without him when his voice broke your train of thought.

“So do you feel better now?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly.
“Much better,” you replied with a smile, “Now get that thing off will you?”
“What, is the bunny costume turning you off?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows and doing a little dance for good measure. 
“Well actually, I was gonna give you a kiss, but if you’d rather just wear the bunny costume, that’s fine with me.”

You took the pizza and flowers and smirked, quickly turning around and running to the kitchen before he had time to object. He gaped at your retreating back before letting a wide grin spread across his face. He took off the bunny costume, glad to be able to let his body breathe again and ran after you. 

You had put the pizza on the table, put the flowers in a vase, and were leaning against the counter waiting for Jungkook to come in. When he did, he walked up to you, placing his hands beside you and successfully trapping you between him and the counter. He looked down at you, a gentle look of adoration in his eyes, and brought his face dangerously close. He glanced down at your lips and whispered, “You owe me a kiss.” 

Unable to take it anymore, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair, bringing his soft lips to meet yours. The kiss was long and sweet, filled with love. One of his hands made its way to your waist while the other caressed your face, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. His teeth playfully grazed against your bottom lip before he finally pulled away. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, “for being such a great boyfriend tonight.”
“Tonight? I’m always a great boyfriend,” he smiled cheekily. 
You chuckled and gently smacked his arm. 
“Shush. Now, let’s eat?” 

You started walking towards the dining table when Jungkook latched onto your arm. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow curiously. He smile warmly before placing a gently kiss on the back of your hand. 

“I love you Y/N.”

“Love you too, Kookie.”

Hats, Portals, and Love - Jefferson (OUAT)

Requested by anonymous 

“So you’ve been here for how long?” Henry asked you. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

“Like I told you, I jumped into this dimension a week ago, and now my hat won’t work,” you said, motioning to the top hat in Henry’s lap. 

“How does it usually work?” 

“Why don’t I just show you. That will make it work right? Have some kid help me?” you said sarcastically, with anger hidden beneath it. You really hated this world. 

“Please,” Henry asked. 

“Fine,” you said, grabbing the hat out of his hands. You stepped back enough so that if the hole did open, which you knew it wouldn’t, it would have enough space. You skipped the hat across the street, sending it into a spiral. The hat spun for a moment and then came to a stop. 

“So its suppose to open while it’s spinning?” 

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” Henry said, as he stared at the hat. “I think I know someone who can help,” Henry said as he grabbed your hand and began running. 

“Henry, kid, please stop,” you panted as he arrived in front of the school. 

“Wait here. But I’ll need your hat,” he said.

“What?” you asked disbelieving.

“Give me your hat. You can trust me.”

“Fine,” you groaned handing him your hat. “I will hurt you if that hat doesn’t come back to me,” you threatened. Henry put up his hands and took off. You sat down on a bench and waited about ten minutes before Henry came back, this time with a handsome stranger.

“This is the girl I was telling you about,” Henry said to the man. He looked at you and nodded in acknowledgment. 

“So this is your hat?” he asked, now holding your hat. 

“Yes,” you said as you reached for it. But the man was quicker and pulled it away before you could grab it. He grinned and began walking a little bit away.

“I’ll talk to you later, Henry,” he called after him, leaving the boy out of the further conversation. You ran to catch up with the very well dressed man. 

“Excuse me, that’s my hat,” you said when you caught up to him. 

“I know. Well at least you think it’s your hat,” he said with a crooked grin. 

“I think it’s my hat?” you asked with raised eyebrows. 

“Well you may own it, but I made it,” he said blatantly. 

“You made this?” you asked admiringly. 

“You sound surprised.”

“I figured the maker was some 2,00 year old mad man,” you stated. 

“Mad man, yes. 2,000 years old, no.” You snorted at his remark, and he looked over at you. 

“Can you fix it?” you asked.

“No.”

“Henry thought you could,” you said disappointed. Henry had dragged you all over town for nothing.  

“But you might be able to,” he said, opening a car door and motioning for you to get inside. You looked at him like he was insane, which you were starting to think he was. “What?” he asked.

“I don’t even know your name! I’m not gonna get into a car with you because you claim you can help me fix my hat,” you said. 

“My name is Jefferson. Now get in the car,” he asked, or more commanded.

“Seriously?” You asked putting your hands up. “Fine,” you grumbled as you crawled into the passenger seat. When he sat down next to you, he handed you your hat back and took off his hat and scarf. It was then that you noticed the scar on his next. You gasped noticeably.

“Don’t ask,” he stated as he began to drive.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to talk about it,” he said with a bit of anger.

“Why not?” you asked, egging him on. 

“Because I don’t, uh, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to, Y/N,” he said. 

“Fine,” you said, looking out the window. You couldn’t see the town anymore, and it felt like he was driving you further into the woods. “Is this how you rape and kill me?”

“What?” Jefferson asked, blindsided by the question. 

“Are you just driving me into the woods so you can rape and kill me, and no one will find my body?”

“You’re pretty morbid, Y/N.”

“Well?”

“No, I actually happen to live up here,” he said motioning to the huge mansion coming into sight. 

“Damn,” you said, eyeing the house. He pulled the car into the garage, next to four other cars. You followed him wide eyed into the house, and took in the fancy home. “Fancy digs,” you said as you touched a teapot.

“It’d stay that way if you didn’t touch everything,” he said as he grabbed your hand and took it off the teapot. 

“Sorry,” you said as you looked around. 

“Come on,” he said. You followed him up two staircases and were brought into a white room full of hats that looked exactly like yours. 

“Woah.” Jefferson looked over at you and nodded. 

“I know. You said you’ve been trapped in this dimension for a week? I’ve been here for 28 years. For years, I was forced to watch my daughter live with a family she thought was hers, and have no clue who I was. I was helpless. No one else remembered where we were truly from. Now that Emma has broken the curse, I can be reunited with my daughter. It’s amazing, but I miss our life. I don’t want to live in this huge dungeon, I want to go back to my old life. Magic was re-awoken when Emma got here, so let’s make the hats work.”

“Okay, sounds good and all, but how? You’ve clearly been trying for a while, and nothing so far.”

“Yes, but now we have two,” he said. 

“Okay,” you sighed. “What can I do?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“What?!”

“The savior, Emma, was the product of true love. The purest magic. Have you ever been in love?”

“Have you?”

“Once. With Grace’s mother,” he said sadly. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” you said.

“No, no, it’s fine. It was a long time ago,” he said. You nodded.

“But, no. I’ve never been in love.” 

“Did Henry ever show you his book?”

“Book?” you asked confused. Jefferson sat down and motioned for you to do the same. 

“He has this storybook, full of everyone from our world, and their stories. Things that have and haven’t yet happened. I was just wondering if you were in it.”

“Not that I know of. Are you in it?”

“Yes. That’s how Henry knew about me and my hats. He was the one that reunited Grace and I.”

“What does your story hold?” you asked, trying to look into his eyes. Jefferson sighed.

“Love.”

“Love? Sounds kind of sappy,” you joked. Jefferson chuckled and nodded. 

“I know, I doubt it’s gonna happen.”

“Hey, don’t say that. I mean, I’m sure you’ll find someone crazy enough to love you. Everyone deserves love.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Alright, now how about we try the hat?” You both reached for your hat at the same time. 

“I’ll spin it,” you said.

“It’s my hat,” Jefferson said.

“No, you made it, but it’s my hat,” you said grabbing it from him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around.

“Together,” he said taking hold of the hat.

“Okay.” You stepped back a little bit and you both awkwardly threw the hat across the room where it started to spin, faster and faster, until a big purple vortex began to fill the space where the hat was. 

“How?” you asked disbelievingly. Jefferson looked at you with a smile. “What?”

“True love is the most powerful magic of all,” he said.

“No, there’s no way. You? No.”

“Magic doesn’t lie, Y/N,” he said grabbing your hand. 

“It can’t be.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said, spinning you around a placing his lips on yours. He pulled away quickly, making sure you were comfortable. You looked at him speechlessly, and grabbed his face, pulling him in for another. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you said once you pulled away and backed up a step.

“Of course not,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“It doesn’t.”

“I believe you,” he said, his smile growing bigger.

“Let’s go, jerk,” you said as you grabbed his hand and jumped into the portal. 

omg-mz-fanfic  asked:

Hello again! I'd like to request a scenario where Kise, Aomine, Murasakibara, Kagami, Takao, and Nebuya's s/o comes home from work to find that the cake she left in the refrigerator has vanished! Lots of fluffly wuffy please!!!

FLUFF!! I hope you like it! (This is just too cute!)


Aomine: You were furious.. Honestly, all you wanted was to come home and eat that cake you’d been craving all day.. But it turns out you came home to an empty fridge… and no Aomine in sight.. Which made you suspect he’d taken the cake.. Sighing, you collapsed on the couch, eyes closed and you wanted to just.. sleep…

That was until you heard footsteps, and you felt a warm body beside you. He lightly kissed your forehead, and just.. A part of you was relieved.. but you still wanted that cake..

Before you knew it, you felt a fork in your mouth, accompanied by a smirking Aomine.. wait.. he DIDN’T eat the cake?

“I was really tempted to eat it on you.. But i knew you’d be angry and subject me to Satsuki’s cooking.. So instead.. I decided I wanted to share..”

You swallowed the piece, before jumping on him, pulling him into a deep kiss, smearing his mouth with chocolate in the process.

Kagami: You wanted to smack Kagami for stealing your piece of cake. But it seems he wasn’t the culprit of eating the cake.. More like, you’d caught him wearing it. You then traced your steps back from the room to the kitchen, where you’d seen a huge stain from the cake on the ground, further irritating you.

There was a heavy sigh, before you looked at him.

“Kagami… If you wanted to eat it, I wouldn’t have cared..” much.. “But.. I’m pissed my clean floor is wearing it!” you grabbed the mop, throwing it in his hand, “You have to clean it… NOW. And THEN, you have to make another cake.. No buts!”

With a blush, he nodded, and started to work, feeling more guilty he couldn’t have a taste of the dessert.

Kise: When you saw the cake was missing, you’d expected your boyfriend to have it finished by now. But when you stalked to your room, fully prepared to tear him a new one, you stopped, eyes wide.

There Kise was, laying on his side, taking a damn selfie with the god damn cake!

What the hell was he doing?! Was he trying to purposely get himself into trouble?! You growled, watching him look at you, and he grinned happily.

“____-cchi!! You’re just in time!!!”

Huh? You yelped as he pulled you into his arms, feeding you and took a picture when you didn’t expect it.. Then.. he had the nerve to intentionally miss your mouth, licking it off before proceeding to tackle you with kisses.

Pretty soon, you’d completely forgotten why you were mad at him in the first place.. and instead chose to spend some quiet time with him.

Murasakibara: You knew leaving that cake in the fridge with your boyfriend alone was a mistake. Murasakibara was a HUGE fan of sweets, especially strawberry cake.. So although you were a bit mad it was gone, you weren’t really that surprised.. 

It didn’t surprise you either to walk in and see him with the icing all over his lips, some of it was even on his nose! It was like he inhaled it before you got back to catch him.

All you could do is laugh, shake your head and give him that knowing smirk. One that knew he was in trouble.. But before you let him talk, you pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the bath and started to wash his face, not before sneaking a quick kiss from his cheek.

“A small tip Murasakibara-kun.. If you’re going to try and hide food from me, try to keep yourself clean.”

You could only laugh when he pouts more, but sat there like a little boy being scolded by his mother.

Nebuya:  You knew Nebuya had a big stomach, and although you wanted to sit down and enjoy that piece of cake, seeing it gone wasn’t all that much of a surprise.. What was a shocker was seeing him in an apron, a chef’s hat on his head as he walked back in the kitchen, blue hues stunned to see you home..

“__-___-chan!! I… I can..”

You shook your head, inhaling the scent from the stove.. OH! You bent down to look inside, seeing a nice roast sitting in the oven, and you looked at him, hues bright.

“It doesn’t matter..” you start, running to him and hugging him tightly, “You’re making up for it by cooking.. But it just means I get a bigger piece of dessert tonight!”

He chuckled, rubbing your back as he nods, kissing your forehead. 

“Sounds fine by me.”

Takao: He had no choice but to take the cake.. It was Midorima’s lucky item and he wouldn’t leave him alone unless he brought it with him to practice. Takao had meant to replace it before you got home, but it seemed practice had ran later than anticipated.. And you’d beaten him home..

Now he was standing in the kitchen, nervous and guilty as you stared at him, not saying a word.. He knew when you were upset, you’d give him the silent treatment.. But there was something different about this situation that gave him some hope..

You smiled..

He was stunned when you walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips, accompanied by a ‘welcome home’. Okay.. Was he really not in trouble for taking your cake? It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door, which happened to be Midorima dressed in a dog costume, that made him realize why..

He gulped, looking back at you, to see a cat costume in hand.. 

“Takao…!!! You should’ve told me it was ____’s cake!”

He could only laugh, sighing softly as the two of them gave you a foot massage, along with feeding you the brand new cake they had to buy.. Well.. their pockets definitely took a hit with it, but when Takao got to cuddle with you later that night, along with a picture of the two of them in costume, he didn’t find the punishment to be too terrible.

Got Your Hands On Me On Repeat

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4


Red, puckered skin swelled on the side of my finger as I swore. I’d been attempting to curl my hair for the last forty-five minutes and all I had to show for it was this burn mark. A hiss escaped my lips as I drowned my finger under the tap, attempting to cool the burn. Bottles and hairpins tumbled out the cabinet as I yanked it open, looking for some cream and a plaster to sooth my aching digit. I made do with a half opened polka dot patterned plaster and a dot of toothpaste.

I don’t know what I expected the toothpaste to do, but it felt better than nothing.

Once my finger was sorted, I turned back to the situation at hand—ha—my hair. Evidently the volumizing shampoo I’d used worked a little too well as my hair was now some sort of ginger force field around my head. No matter how much I brushed or twirled my iron around the strands, it stayed huge. Sighing, I brushed my hair back into a high ponytail and teased my fringe before pinning it back. The sheer volume of my hair was forming a beehive at the crown of my head and made me look like I belonged on The Only Way Is Essex, which, while good for trash telly, isn’t exactly the impression I wanted to give the new contacts I was about to make at Harry’s launch party. The only way to combat looking like a total trashfest was to keep my makeup simple, so I did a bit of eyeliner, cheek tint, and pale pink lipstick. I re-tucked my baby blue sleeveless top into my crisp white trousers and took a step back to look at myself in the mirror.

Save for the bouffant protruding from my skull, I looked good. Professional. Exactly what I was going for. I stuffed my feet into some too-high white pumps, but I needed the height so the hem of my trousers just barely grazed the floor. I’d easily grown two feet between the shoes and the hill on my head.

My clutch was almost bursting with the amount of business cards I’d shoved into it, but I forced it to hold my phone and keys after locking my door and heading to the street to hail a taxi. As the driver pulled away from the curb, I’d realized I’d forgotten my jacket, but I wasn’t about to make him turn around. I was supposed to be at the club at six-thirty and it was already twelve minutes past. I wiggled my phone out of my clutch, trying not to let my business cards spill out, and sent Harry a text.

I’m on my way to the club.

When I’d finally picked myself off the floor of the fishbowl yesterday after realizing the fuckery Tom and Leslie were going to put me through, I walked Harry to reception. “So is the car going to pick me or you up first?” he’d asked. It had literally never occurred to me that he would expect—maybe even want—to ride together to the party. In the ten minutes since I learnt I was going, I had been planning on doing what I always do—take public transport. The thought of being with Harry in the back of a town car electrified my body in all the wrong ways.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Oh my god yes heck me up yo I love your writing I'm so glad I found you. Any thoughts on continuing Medic!reader x Blackwatch!McCree cause BOYYYY HOWdyy I'm in need of a confession followed up with some needy kisses for these nerds.

And I’m glad to meet you!! Thank you, I’m glad you also enjoy.♡

You know, it never actually crossed my mind to continue it. But oh man, needy kisses, desperate kisses are nice (I flush just thinking of it).

But also consider this: medic!reader has no idea they like McCree and McCree is in denial. He’s got it bad, but doesn’t realize it until Ana and Fareeha make some off-hand comment about him going around the base looking love-struck (he doesn’t think there was anything wrong with him, he thought he looked normal. What the hell is a love-struck look anyway?)

He starts running like crazy through the halls, like, McCree, you can’t run away from your feels. (“You can’t catch me, romantic thoughts!!”). Gabriel catches him and makes some smug comment about McCree finally realizing it. He’s yelling at Gabe about how he’s wrong (Gabe’s always right when it concerns his ‘kids’.)

Gabriel just laughs him off, says something about letting know before someone else gets to you.

Then McCree’s trying to find you, desperate to either kill these feelings or do something with them–they’re fighting to get out his chest, and he’s just running, leaving Gabe behind who is just laughing his ass off and calling Angela (“Hey, doc. McLovin’ is coming over, make sure the surveillance cameras are trained on him. I’m gonna bring popcorn. Salty or sweet?” “Mc…what?”).

Everyone is watching this shit go down. (“Gabriel! Ana! What’s going on? Why do you have pop–” “Can it, Golden boy! Display all footage from cameras L0 to V3! Make room, we got some good shit to watch!” “Jack, sit down. We’re watching history in the making.) They’re watching McCree running around the med bay where you were supposed to work. He even runs into a couple of operating rooms. (Angela was groaning and face palming. Her staff were going embarrassingly nuts, running out of his way, knocking things over.)

He finally runs into the med bay’s cafeteria (regular cafeteria is too far and doctors are kind of on-call). You’re there, eating a fucking bagel. Why bagels? What do you like about bagels that you didn’t like about him? Did you even like him? He stops. Wait. Oh fuck, he’s gotta backpedal. What was he doing? Was he really about to…

"McJesse? Did you need treatment?”

You’re waving a hand in front of his face. He was just standing still in front of you. He snaps out of it and can’t say anything. He’s just speechless because the feels are causing a traffic jam in his brain. Fuck, you’re looking at him and you’re expecting him to say something and he’s freaking out internally.

“I–I…” Come on, silver tongue. “I’m Jesse McCree.” He internally smacks himself. So does everyone else watching this. That was dumb. He knows you know his name, you’re just teasing. Oh god, he’s dumb and you’re looking at him like he hit his head.

“Yes…” you said slowly, standing up just as slow. “Are you sure you’re okay? No concussion, no fever?” You place a hand on his forehead. You’re so close, he can smell you (sterile solutions but something pleasant and distinctly you), your hand is warm (it seeps into his heart), you. are. touching. him. It’s so innocent, but holy shit–he’s shaking from way too much feels and energy.

He pulls your face in for a kiss. You drop your bagel and everyone in the monitoring room is screaming and Jack is just so confused. What the fuck, guys? They’re using high tech surveillance systems for this? Oh well, it is kind of cute.

Jesse finds out that he missed entirely in his haste–he kissed your upper lip only. Ha, loser. But you’re just blink at him, and then he feels such deep regret. What the fuck was he doing, jeopardizing the relationship between you and Blackwatch? The one medic who defended them and risked life and limb to protect them? Oh shit. He fucked up.

They can all see he’s freaking out once he pulls away. There is much popcorn.giffing. (“He’s choking up!” “Damn it, kid! The goal is right there!”)

You’re like ??? but in a really calm manner. It was cute, but you’re not too sure you really like him in that way yet. You pull him back to reality and ask him to take it easy. Why not go for a coffee first?

Coffee?? Oh, Gabe makes great coffee. Maybe he can figure it out. So, he’s like, “It’s a date.”

Everyone breathes this huge sigh of relief.

Man, this guy is super distracted now, but has weird blazing passion for coffee. Good job, you rendered this guy a love-struck idiot. Be proud.