I just screamed No repeatedly at the screen while watching this

❝ I want her with me. ❞

Plot: You and Yoongi are both idols and you’re dating. During a Music Award Show he confesses you’re his girlfriend. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“PDnim wants to talk to me, can you stay here with Hobi waiting for me?”  

Yoongi’s request, you just nodded with lightness, giving him a little peck onto his cheek.  

You were accustomed to his continual disappearances, so the fact that he left you alone at that time with Hoseok didn’t bother you that much. In fact, you appreciate spending time with the rest of the Bangtan, because they were as much important as of your own family.  

He smiled at you and your heart made a little flip, not yet accustomed to that sweetness that brightened his eyes every time he looked at you. Nine months and you still felt like a little girl struggling with the first crush.  

“Y/N, come and dance with me!” Hoseok screamed and dragged you to the center of the big Rehearsal room, shaking his head repeatedly; “I don’t accept a no, Y/N. I know you know how to dance!”  

“Hobi I can’t compete with you, you’re a dance freak!”  

“In fact, you have to dance with me, don’t compete!”  

You could not argue with that statement because he was theoretically right, so giggling you started to follow the rhythm of music and move along with him, without being able to keep the laughter. With Jung Hoseok it was practically impossible not to laugh.  

“You say we can change Jin Hyung with you? You dance much better than him! ”  

“Brat I heard you! You should be thankful I don’t spit into your food when I cook! ”  

Seokjin’s voice took you by surprise and you immediately hopped towards him, worried that Hoseok’s “harsh” sentence had been able to offend him in some way. You did puppy’s eyes and he smiled at you, making you sigh with relief. You were still not accustomed to the way they sometimes joked with each other, you cared like a mom nobody was offended or they fight due to trivial things..  

Dating Yoongi had, automatically, involved acquiring six brothers to care for.  

“Yoongi?? He must come and try the outfit for the show tomorrow night. ” Seokjin murmured, made a mess with your hair gently, laying his gaze on Hoseok that just shrugged his shoulders.  

“PDnim wanted to talk to him.. and about the show, I have to go… I also have to try my dress. Can you tell Yoongi that I had to run away?” You asked, hopping to the table to retrieve your purse. Seokjin and Hoseok watched you, amused and cheered by your presence.  

They still wondered how it was possible that you and Yoongi were a couple because you two were completely opposed. But maybe that was your secret, even because they didn’t know the most private side of you.  

Hoseok hugged you from behind, greeting and pretending desperation that you had to go away, so you gave him a pinch on his arm and he pretended to fall to the ground in pain.  

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll tell him.. And don’ mind Hoseok ” Seokjin reassured you with a caring and sweet tone while you threw him a flying kiss, which he pretended to take by making a small leap.  

Coming out of the rehearsal room you ran towards one of the side exits of the building, starting to wear the mask and one of Yoongi’s hat. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you because your relationship was still secret, for both your managers’ and companies will.  

It wasn’t a problem for you the secrecy, even in those months you enjoyed the opportunity to know Yoongi away from the public, only you two. And it turned out to be such a pure and fragile soul that falling in love with him had been easy.  

Distracted by your thoughts you came out of the building, after repeatedly checking that there were no fans or even worse paparazzi, walking towards your car.  

Yes, you had to go get ready for the next day show, but the urge to do it was very low since you should have spent hours making your makeup, scolded by your stylistic and hairstylist Unnie.  

Sometimes you just didn’t like your idol life at all.  

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Riverdale Imagine: Panic (Jughead x Reader)

Request by Anonymous: can you please do a jughead x reader where y/n has really bad anxiety & panic attacks (jug & everyone already knows this) & one day y/n has a panic attack out of the blue when she’s with jug, archie, betty, kevin, & veronica while they r all watching a movie together jug gets everyone to leave the room & tries & calms her & is actually the sweetest person in the universe & gives her kisses & its just UGHH so much fluff….

Summary: ^^

A/N: I don’t have anxiety and I have never had a panic attack. I have done some research for the purpose of this fic but if I have gotten something drastically wrong please message me, I only want to be my best for you guys!

Approx. 1730 words

Even before waking up that morning, you knew that you were having one of your bad days. Your sleep had been plagued with nightmares and, although you couldn’t remember any of them in the morning, they had left you visibly shaken. As you sat in front of your mirror, wrapped in a towel with your long wet hair dripping over your shoulders, you couldn’t help but pick fault with your appearance. You hated the bags under your eyes, the ghostly-pale completion that made you look permanently ill, and the way your stomach curved out too much. Today you just hated everything about yourself, you felt like throwing up at the thought of having to go to school, the thought of people looking at you. Why are you so fucking ugly? You screamed at yourself silently. You let out a deep breath as you reached for your medication, tipping a single shiny-white pill into your hand.

 After three attempts at doing your make-up with shaking hands, changing your outfit numerous times, and repeatedly checking your school-bag to make sure you had everything, there was a knock at the door. As you opened the front door, pulling your bag over your shoulder and grabbing the cereal bar that your mum had left on the side for you, you were greeted by the smiling-face of your best-friend and long-time crush Jughead Jones. You took another deep breath before smiling brightly back at him, attempting to hide how you really just wanted to slam the door and curl up in your bedroom alone.

 “Hey Y/N, you alright?” he asked casually. You felt a spark of panic, you didn’t want Jughead to know how you were feeling today, and you began to think how he had realised you weren’t okay until you remembered that he asked you that question every morning before you walked to school.

 “Hey Juggie, I’m good thank you.”

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 Getting through the school day had felt like physical torture. You felt as though everyone had been watching you and you didn’t feel as though you could do anything right. You had almost burst into tears when you couldn’t answer one of the math questions in class. Thankfully, it was the end of the day and it was a Friday so you could spend the weekend in your room and not have to put on a show for anyone. You were just closing your locker, when you noticed Jughead leaning against the wall next to you, you smiled at him weakly.

 “What are you doing tonight?” he questioned. Your heart sank, it turned out that the show wasn’t over after all.

 “Um…” you couldn’t think of a convincing excuse and silently cursed yourself, “nothing I guess.”

 “Great! We’re having a movie night at Archie’s. Shall I come and pick you up at about 7pm?”

 “Jug, I live next-door!” you rolled your eyes.

 “I know! But I know you and I know that you will probably get lost on the way over” he said mischievously, winking at you.

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A few hours later, there was a knock at the door for a second time that day. Grabbing your jacket, you opened the door and smiled at Jughead, the butterflies in your stomach returning after a feeling of numbness all day. Over the last few hours, you had succeeded in quelling your anxiety slightly by going for a run and having a long shower, determined to have a good night with your friends. They were all aware of your anxiety, but that didn’t mean their evening had to be ruined just because you couldn’t get a grip on yourself, you wondered for a moment if you should stay at home.

 “I brought some onion rings especially for you” Jughead said smugly as he held out a take-out bag from Pop’s, he knew onion rings were your favourite. You smiled at him as you took the bag and held out a paper bag of your own.

 “I made cookies for you” you said proudly. You knew that Jughead loved eating cookies while he was watching a movie.

 “Coconut?” he asked excitedly and you nodded. “And that is why you are my best friend, because Archie cannot bake like a goddess!” he exclaimed, throwing his arm around your shoulders and guiding you down your drive-way in the direction of Archie’s house. You were thankful that it was already dark outside; so that Jughead couldn’t see you blush. He always showed physical affection to you – by hugging you, or putting his arm around you, sometimes he even held your hand – but you knew that it meant something more to you than it did to him, how could someone like Jughead like you anyway? You were broken.

 Everyone was sprawled in the living room when you arrived, the opening credits of the movie already showing upon the screen. Veronica was snuggling next to Archie on one of the sofas – they weren’t official yet but everyone knew that they were falling for each other – and Betty and Kevin were sitting on beanbags on the floor in front, leaving the other sofa empty for you and Jughead. Archie tried to grab the bag of cookies from Jughead as he passed, and Jughead quickly snatched them away laughing, pulling you onto the other sofa with him. You were surprised when he kept his arm around your shoulders, causing you to curl up next to him on the sofa, he usually lay down with his feet on you but you didn’t mind, it felt good to be close to him.

 It was about half way through the movie when your heart started racing and you began to feel very hot. You hastily pulled away from Jughead, bringing your now-shaking hands to your face and squeezed your eyes shut as a wave of dizziness washed over you, but it wasn’t a gentle wave, you felt like you had been hit by a tsunami. You sensed the feeling of dread drop in your stomach like a stone, it was as if you were falling.

 “Y/N? What’s wrong?” Jughead asked, the pitch of his voice rising with concern.

 He got the answer he was looking for from the sound of your fast and shallow breathing; he could practically hear the panic rising.

 “Guys, go to the kitchen and give us some space” he demanded, “I think she is having another panic attack.”

 You could hear the sound of people moving, but it seemed miles away. You cried out as the sensation of a sharp pain spread through your chest and you began to dig your nails into your temples. You could feel someone pulling you, but the dizziness made you feel disorientated and you couldn’t remember where you were. Suddenly, the pain in your chest receded and instead you could feel something warm on your back, rubbing your skin gently. You looked up and found yourself in Jughead’s lap, protected by his strong arms that encircled your quivering body. He was breathing deeply next to your ear, encouraging you to match your breathing with his own, calming you. You looked up at him through your tears and he carefully wiped them away with his soft fingers, but he didn’t remove his hand from your face. Instead he leant towards you and, after a moment of hesitation where you could feel his breath on your face, he kissed you softly on the mouth. After he pulled away, you just stared at him in shock, had the boy you had been in love with for years just kissed you? Jughead took your surprise the wrong way.

 “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean –”he began. You cut him off by pressing your lips to his again, this time more forcefully, and shifting in his lap so you were straddling him, pushing your body into his chest. He moaned and pulled away from you chuckling. “I think we have company.”

 You peered around and blushed as you noticed Veronica standing in the doorway, looking extremely smug. She was holding a glass of water and a blanket and – as you arranged yourself into a more acceptable position on Jughead’s lap – she walked over and handed them to you. As Jughead draped the blanket over you and you snuggled into him, a feeling of exhaustion took hold of you and you yawned.

 “I know how tired these attacks make you, go to sleep princess, I’m not going anywhere.” Jughead whispered in your ear before he kissed your temple sweetly. You smiled and laced your hand in his as your eyes drooped and sleep took you.

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As Y/N was sleeping, everyone else had crept back into the living room and were now lying across various pieces of furniture with mugs of hot chocolate.

 “I hate seeing her like that” Veronica sighed, “I feel so helpless; I can never calm her down.” She ran her hands through her hair in frustration, Veronica prided herself on being a problem-solver but as much as she loved her friend Y/N, she could never figure out how to help her and that broke Veronica’s heart.

 “Nobody can calm her except Jughead; they have some kind of connection.” Betty said, smiling. She had always thought that Jughead and Y/N would make an amazing couple and she was delighted that they had finally discovered their feelings for one another. Everyone else had known for years of course, both of them could be read like a book.

 “Now they are finally endgame!” Kevin squealed excitedly, Jughead tore his gaze away from you for a moment to roll his eyes. “I shotgun being the vicar at their wedding!”

 “You’re not the only one who feels helpless Ronnie” Jughead said quietly, “I know I have dealt with her panic attacks before but that doesn’t make them any less scary. I hate myself for not realising that today was a bad day for her, if I had known then I never would have asked her here tonight.”

 “It’s not your fault Jug, she’s good at hiding it” Veronica reassured him. “At least she knows that you love her now, that will make tomorrow easier.”

 “Maybe I should have told her when I first realised, it might have helped.” Jughead sighed.

 “When did you realise?” Kevin asked eagerly.

 “In the seventh grade, it was the first time I tasted her coconut cookies” he laughed.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Originally posted by minjiminieee

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.


Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

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Of Old Memories And Future Moments

Surprise! A wild phanfic has appeared! I was watching PINOF8 when suddenly I had a moment of inspiration so I wrote this oneshot. Hope you like it!

summary: “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer‘‘ it said. Oh no. What would have happened if Dan had found something more interesting than a lip-balm inside Phil’s bedside drawer?

word count: 2.6k

no trigger warnings


They had been filming Phil Is Not On Fire 8 for some time when…

’‘Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Dan said, pulling Phil aside so he could read the screen better “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer, okay!” he exclaimed, rapidly moving towards it while Phil repeatedly saying “no” and trying to stop his friend.

Dan opened it and found a lip-balm which he picked up and exageratedly spoke to Phil, “How pale are you?”

Phil didn’t even have time to respond before Dan threw the lip-balm inside the drawer again and searched for something more he could show to the camera.

The black haired boy was still, not even daring to move a muscle. He wanted to stop Dan before he found something he didn’t really want him to see but it was too late.

“Phil, why…?” Dan looked at him, two pieces of a ripped photo on his hands, which he slowly put together to properly see the picture.

It was a photo of them back in 2012, before everything went down. It was a selfie of both of them, happily smiling at the camera while Dan’s hand squeezed both of their faces together. He remembers it well.

They had been a surprisingly warm Autumn day and they had been sightseeing London for hours when they stopped in Hyde Park for a rest, the sun was setting and not many people where there, only a few birds tweets could be heard. They sat under a tree, their thights touching while their backs were resting against the tree trunk, a pile of orange and red leaves around them.

“Let’s take a selfie to remember this day…” Dan said, taking the pocket size digital camera they had been carrying around all day.

Phil leaned a bit closer so he could fit into the frame, not really wanting to invade Dan’s personal space. Even though they had been together for a few years, he knew Dan didn’t like getting his personal space invaded, and he respected it.

“Phil, don’t be silly, get closer!” Dan laughed at him, one of his hands reaching his cheek to squish their faces together, not a centimetre left between them. Phil felt relieved and he finally allowed himself to smile properly before a flashing light blinded him.

He didn’t even have time to change his pose when he saw another flash of light, this time Dan’s lips on his cheek, giving him a peck.

“I really want to print these two, I really like them… what do you think Phil?” Dan’s voice brough him back to earth, shaking his head a bit and looking at the camera screen. They really were good photos.

“Yeah, I like them too. We look so happy, you make me so happy…” Phil whispered, giving Dan a peck on the cheek as the brown haired had done a few moments ago.

“You make me happy too…” Dan told him before kissing him hard against the tree trunk. Their kiss only ended when the last sun rays soaking their faces faded away, letting them know that the day was over even if they didn’t want it to end.

“Dan…” Phil’s timid voice brought him back to the moment they were now. Dan looked at him and then back at the picture which he still had in his hands, sad and hurtful memories clouding his mind now. His eyes were starting to water, not really wanting to recall the horrible argument that lead them to their break-up back in 2012, and how Dan had ripped that picture…

It was to much. The pressure was to much. After the “Valentine’s Video” had leaked a few days ago Dan couldn’t handle the comments he was receiving. He couldn’t imagine this was happening. And yes, in his mind it was all Phil’s fault, even though deep down he knew it wasn’t but he didn’t have anyone else to blame that’s why he was screaming at him right now. 

“Why did you even film that stupid video?” his voice sounded around the living room while he paced around.

Phil didn’t even respond, to scared to confront Dan, so he just shrugged his shoulders, making him smaller in the sofa seat.

“You knew I wasn’t ready to come out, and yet you outed us with that video! What made you think you had the right to do that, eh?” Dan’s face was red, he was angrier that he had ever been.

This time Phil tried to defend himself, “Because you are my boyfriend and I wanted to thank you and show how much I love you, that’s why I made the video and it leaked because of a YouTube glitch, it wasn’t my fault!”

Dan wasn’t listening as he was too angry to think clearly, he was still conviced Phil had made this all happen.

“Well, it’s a strange way to show how much you love me, making a video of pure bullshit so everyone can know what a happy couple we are when we aren’t!” Dan said, grabbing the photo of them squeezing their faces together that was resting in the bookshelf and shoving it into Phil’s face before ripping it in half and throwing the pieces onto the floor.

Phil’s face fell as soon as he saw Dan ripping the picture. He looked at the pieces that were now lying on the floor before speaking up “Are you not happy with me?”

“What?” Phil’s question took him surprisedly, he didn’t expect to hear that from the blue eyed.  

“Are you not happy with me? I don’t want to be the one who makes unhappy, you don’t deserve that…” Phil spoke, his timid voice was loud enough so Dan could hear it.

“Damnit Phil! No, I’m not happy! I told you I was but no, I’m not and I don’t think I have ever been” Dan lied, still angered about the video thing, wanting to hurt Phil as much as he had hurt him, even though it was not the same.

Phil let a tear slide down his cheek and quickly cleaned it with his hand, hoping Dan didn’t notice. And he was right, because Dan keept screaming at him.

“I tried to be happy but you just keep doing things that made me wonder why do I like you! This was the last straw Phil… We should break up.” Dan’s last words were almost quiet, he didn’t meant to voice those word. They were a lie. But his brain  and his anger weren’t cooperating.

Phil lifted his head and looked at his brown eyes, “let me fix this, you are my best friend too, I cannot lose you Dan…” he pleaded him, taking a few steps forward and trying to grab his hands, but thinking it twice about it Phil retracted them to he side.

Dan considered what Phil was asking him. He didn’t really want to lose his best friend either. So he took a deep breath and responded “let me think about it, and yes, you are gonna fix this because if you don’t we are done.”

And with that Dan left the room, letting Phil sat back down on the sofa with his head buried in his hands before picking up the ripped picture and saving it in his bedside drawer, where he knew Dan would never find it.

Dan remembers now how Phil had stayed days and nights trying to take down every single video and hurtful comment that he could find, trying to fix it. To fix them. He also recalls Phil’s voice, asking for forgiveness and trying to get back together, but Dan couldn’t handle it. Not anymore. He was still angry at Phil, angry at himself, for being insecure, for not trusting him enough  .So, not really wanting to lose Phil he agreed to stay as friends until today.

“Dan…” the blue eyed’s voice brought him back to reality, fixing his gaze in the clear blue orbs that were watering. Oh no.

“Why did you save it? After I hurt you so much why did you?” Dan questioned him. Phil didn’t know that he had lied all those years ago and he decided he was going to tell him, but he needed to hear Phil’s statement first.

“Yeah, you are right, you hurt me with your words but I hurt you too. You said I made you unhappy, but I kept staring at that picture and I knew our smiles were real. We were happy. I didn’t know what I did to make you so miserable so I’m sorry for whatever I did…” Phil took a breath before continuing, “I saved the picture because deep down I knew I had made you happy at some point in our relationship, the laughs and smiles of that day couldn’t be fake, I know they weren’t. So that’s why it was in my bedside drawer, because everytime I feel down, even though it hurts, I look at and compare it to many of the photos I see of you on Tumblr to see if you have the same smile as you did. And you have it. You have the same smile and I realized that even though we are not together you are happy and that’s what matters.”

Dan was crying, he didn’t expect those words from Phil. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and he still was beating himself up because Dan had lied all those years ago. He just wanted Dan to be happy, and Dan hadn’t done anything to thank him.

“Phil no,” Dan said, leaving the picture on the bed and hugging his friend, who circled his arms around his waist, bringing him in a much needed hug. “Phil, I’m sorry and you are gonna hate me for this but I lied to you all those years ago.”

“What?” Phil whispered, trying to untangle from the hug but Dan didn’t let him.

“I lied to you. I was happy with you. You made me happy. I lied because I was hurt. After the video leaked and I read all those comments I was angry and I wanted to hurt you too. I knew it wasn’t your fault but I was still a kid and I didn’t know how to react… I was in such a bad place with uni and then this, it had been all too much to handle and I eneded up balming you and hurting you. I’m sorry Phil, I’m so sorry.” Dan was fully sobbing now, his face buried on Phil’s neck, whiskers smugged.

Phil was silently crying too, not really making any noise so Dan wouldn’t have to worry about him either. Dan was right. He had been a kid when all of that happened, and even though their relationship had been strong the pressure of fame and the comments had hurt, leading Dan to break their relationship so he didn’t had to deal with all of it. He had been in a bad place then, but Phil understood everything now.

“Dan, shhh Dan… I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” Phil tried to calm him down, but it didn’t seem to be doing much. “I understand now why you did what you did. I understand. I’m sorry too.”

“But Phil you have nothing to be sor…” Dan tried to explain himself but the blue eyed didn’t let him.

“No, Dan, don’t try to excuse me” Phil grabbed Dan’s head and made him look into his eyes, “you have grown so much since that happened, we both have. I made mistakes too, I hurt you too, and we have learnt from them…”

“I’m glad our friendship was strong enough so I wouldn’t lose you.” Dan whispered to Phil, hanging his head down and picking the discarded photo again, putting the pieces together to look at the picture again. He wasn’t crying anymore, but some of the tears left fell onto the picture.

“You will never lose me. I promise you that,” Phil said, picking up one of the photo’s pieces and lookng at it, “Even if neither of us would want to admit it we needed each other, even as friends, even if we eneded up not speaking for weeks I was reassured that you were still in the flat.” the blue eyed said, knowing Dan felt the same.

Even if they hadn’t spoken for weeks he was glad Dan was in the other room, it was a sign that neither of them was ready to let the other go, that they still needed each other, even if it was a few feet away.

“Wait here…” Phil stood up, leaving Dan confusedly sitting on the bed, but before he could say anything Phil came back with a roll of sticky tape.

Without a word, Phil took the two ripped pieces of the photo and tapped them together, making it whole again. He lifted it and gave it to Dan, “here, for you.”

Dan was deeply touched by Phil’s gesture, but he couldn’t accept it, he had damaged that photo and with that their relationship and Phil had fixed it again for him. He wanted to bitterly laugh at the metaphor, to be honest.

“Phil, I can’t… I ripped it in the first place, I don’t deserve to have it back.” Dan told him, handing it back to him but Phil put his hands behind his back making it impossible to give it to him.

“No, no, it is a ’'no return” gift, now you will have to keep it forever!“ Phil said, a smile on his face.

The blue eyed’s silly antics made Dan laugh and even though he could leave the picture just there, he couldn’t bare himself  to do that.

’'Thank you” Dan sincerely said, looking onto Phil’s eyes and triying to communicate with his gaze what he couldn’t with his words, hoping Phil would understand. Not just for the picture, but for understanding, for forgiving him, for being such a good friend… even if Dan still loved him like he had done years back. He never stopped to be honest.

“No need to thank me, there is nothing sticky tape and a truthful conversation cannot fix.” And with that Phil winked at him, grabbing the sharpie from the nightstand and drawing the whiskers back again in Dan’s face, who smiled widely at him at the gesture.

“Now c'mon, we still have a few questions to answer.” Phil said trying to grab the phone that was on the other side but before he could do it Dan tackled him onto the bed, landing on top of him, grabbing the sharpie from his hand and lifting it to Phil’s face, “yours are smudged too, you spork!”

They both laughed and Dan started his work. Phil didn’t even realize he had his eyes closed when instead of a sharpie he felt a pair of chapped lips on his, making slowly move them, enjoying and remembering the sweet sensation of Dan’s lips he had missed so much.

Once the kiss ended, Dan looked at him, scared of his reaction.

“You know? You laugh at me for having lip-balm on the bedside drawer, but if you plan on kissing me again I suggest you start using some!” Phil told him jokingly, making Dan release a breath he had been holding before hitting him on the chest before burying his head on the crook of Phil’s neck.

“I hate you.” Dan whispered into his ear.

“I hate you too.” Phil responded, before hugging Dan a bit closer, just the sound of their breaths in the room.

Phil Is Not On Fire 8 could wait.

Made from Scratch

Made from Scratch by evansrogerskitten

John Winchester x Reader

Reader falls in love with John before she realizes it. But is she ready to accept the two children that come along with the deal? A story of love, loss, and pie.

This is for @impalaimagining’s 1K Challenge- Congrats lady! My prompts are the song ‘Close’ by Nick Jonas and the gif below. 

Warnings: Death of a parent, language, smut, angst, fluff, FEELS- this has it all. Word Count: 5136 | on AO3 Happy Smut Day! 


Hunter’s Creek was one of those stereotypical small towns where everyone knew each other, and you never had to worry about leaving your doors unlocked. Family owned businesses lined Main Street, and planters full of bright flowers bloomed every springtime. I’d been born and raised in Hunter’s Creek, so staying there as an adult and opening my own business was the next step in my ordinary life.

I was baking bread at my shop when I got the call. My breath caught in my throat as the sheriff said that something had happened to my father, and I needed to come home.

I hung up and shoved my phone into my apron pocket, grabbing my jacket as I flew out the door.

“I need you to close up!” I yelled behind me, the lone bakery employee stunned to see her boss run out so fast.

I gunned my truck down the road and raced to our little yellow house, panic rising up in my chest as I saw an ambulance and two sheriff cars parked in front. Shoving the truck into park I abandoned the keys and left the door ajar as I ran towards the small front yard. I searched the faces, looking for my father.

The sheriff came over and looked me in the eyes, lightly resting a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Your father is gone.”

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Mr. Grady

Pairing: Owen x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2043

Author’s Note: I’ve been so far up Chris Pratt’s ass that I’ve decided to start writing some fics for him because hey! he’s pretty gorgeous as well ;) This is my first one so it might be a little rough but I hope you guys like it!! Thanks to the amazing @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this!


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Ti...ck..ling? (Jack x Anti Tickle Fic)

This was a really really cute prompt so I wanted to write it lol. Glad I had enough motivation. 

Idea from @catfishwierdo : Mark, Dark, Jack and Anti all live together, Dark and Mark take a vacation, and the two irishmen decide to watch movie. There’s a tickling scene, and Anti learns something new.

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Warning: tickling, teasing, tickle fight, profanity

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The Truth pt.2 (Male version)

Part 1

Request for this scenario:

Smut scenario where Jungkook steals you from Namjoon

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Male)

Genre: Smut

You swirled the straw around in your milkshake and watched as new ripples formed in the creamy liquid. The waitress sat down your burger and you heard Yoongi thank her.

Milkshakes and burgers, it was a comfort food between you and Yoongi. Honestly, the two of you had a lot of comfort foods: ramen, pizza, ice cream, chips, fries-

“Are you listening to me?” Yoongi asked, rapidly slapping the table to get your attention.

You looked up and sighed.

“You were talking?” you asked.

Yoongi called you an “ass” and watched as your attention went back to your milkshake. He knew there was something wrong but didn’t know whether he should bring it up or not. While his mind played over the pros and cons of asking, he slid his plate closer to him.

“Namjoon?” he asked, biting into his burger.

“No…kind of. I don’t know” you responded without looking up.

You did have a problem with Namjoon. You had a MAJOR problem with him actually. But your stress today was caused by your stupid decisions last night. Jungkook? Really? Out of all the guys in the world you had to choose him? All Namjoon had done was let his ex-girlfriend get a little too touchy. You, on the other hand, you made out with one of his friends. Not only that but you took it a step further and jacked him off. What was going on with you?

Cheating was never something that you found tempting before. In fact, you were pretty disgusted with cheaters.

“He’ll come to his senses…hopefully. I’ve never seen a dumber dumbass than Namjoon when it comes to relationships” Yoongi commented, stuffing his face with fries.

You looked up and frowned at the dab of sauce on his face. How long had he had that there? How could he not feel that on his chin?

“Are you going to clean that up?” you asked, gesturing to his face.

“Yes, mother” he said, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser. He wiped his face as you ate a few fries.

“You disappeared this morning. When did you wake up?” he asked, putting his napkin down.

Shrugging, you took a bite of your sandwich and sat back in your chair. As soon as you woke up, you made it your mission to get out of there. Thanks to needy, drunk Yoongi, you had to sleep over in his tiny bed. The last thing you wanted to do was run into Jungkook or Namjoon.

“I didn’t want to see Namjoon-” you started. You slid your glass closer and looked down.

“-or Jungkook” you mumbled, quickly sucking the straw into your mouth.

Yoongi paused with his mouth prepared to take another bite. He lowered the sandwich back to the plate and gave you a look.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What was what?-”

“Oh, don’t do that. What did you say? You didn’t want to run into Jungkook? Why wouldn’t you want to run into Jungkook?” he asked, repeatedly emphasizing his name. You shrugged and took another sip. You didn’t want to tell him anything about Jungkook but your conscience was one step ahead of you. It was hard to hide things from Yoongi. He’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember. 

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BTS WINGS IN NEWARK

SO, I’ll just get to it and tell you about my experience seeing BTS Wings in Newark. Luna and I went together so when I say “we” that’s who i’m referring to.
We got to the line at 9 am and it was already wrapped around to the other side of the building. The day started out cold but it got even colder to the point that the rain that started to fall became snow momentarily. There was also a St. Patrick’s Day Parade happening for some of the waiting. We all had to wait in line until about 1 pm for the Prudential Employees to hand out numbered wrist bands, that way we could leave the line and come back later and have the same spot. I was #819 in line. There was a really nice Japanese fansite girl who spoke Korean and a little English behind us. She said she flew from Japan. JAPAN! dedication man… anyways she gave our little line group a pack of really awesome Jungkook photocards she had taken. Her fansite is 하트트리‏ @HEARTTREE_JK on Twitter. Here the cute Photocards (Just the JK ones, Luna got me the Yoongi ones and I don’t know who made those)

  
After we got our wristbands we finally went to the bathroom and ate lunch and stood in line for that photo booth that has the video of your bias. After standing in line, you go up to a table with two girls and they check to see if you filled out the survey before they let you pick a ball blindly from a box. If you pick an orange ball you get a photocard and a personal photo with your bias. If you get a white ball, you just get the photocard. I happened to get an orange ball :D !
When you get the orange ball you wait in line again and they direct you to one of the photo booths where you enter and they close the curtain. You choose which member you want on a touch screen and then a countdown begins. So obviously I chose yoongi. He entered from the right speaking korean so I couldn’t fucking understand but I mean he was cute I think he was just telling me to do the poses he was doing or something, I hope someone took video of it and translated it anyways. He was too cute. I chose the V pose picture, you had the option of choosing which of the two photos you liked the most. I’ll show you his part of the photo because I look atrocious. 

Yeah, he cute.

One of the girls who went in after me absolutely freaked out and was screaming and laughing like crazy, I wonder who her bias was… I bet it was Jimin….
 All the staff for the photo booth were laughing with the rest of us. It was cute.
After that, we wanted to get some merch but the line was freaking HUGE and they were running out quick so instead we asked a couple girls at the front to buy what we wanted in exchange for some extra cash.


Then we went back to the hotel to warm up and change and headed back to the line a little later. They started letting us in through security check around 5:30 I think. It took an hour for us to get to the security check. 

Here is where I want to point out the extraordinary amount of trash and debris that was strewn all over the ground, increasing as we got closer to the doors. No doubt left behind by the people that camped out overnight or early in the morning. There was blankets, trash, makeup, and food spilled everywhere and i was highly disappointed and embarrassed by our fandom. There were trashcans and trash bags everywhere that they could have used so there was ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THAT MESS. And even though some of us tried to clean up there was just TOO MUCH. And the line kept moving toward security check. I hope BTS didn’t see it :( . 

Once we passed security we flat out ran to the pit to try and get as close as possible. We got pretty darn close, maybe 15 rows of bodies?
There were two screens on either side of the stage playing BTS’S mvs in chronological order of their release. We all sang along and watched while we waited until 8 pm. The energy increased as we got closer to showtime.
I can’t exactly remember but I think the show started directly after BS&T MV ended. Immediately as the lights dimmed we were forcefully shoved and pushed closer as a video reel began playing. I will break that up in two or more videos and post on tumblr soon so you can watch.
The pushing and shoving was absolutely REDICULOUS. Not to sound like the old person in the room but OMG. There were people falling and fainting and I literally was holding the people in front of me so we both didn’t fall. Do not get pit tickets if you needs space or are clostrophobic. 

Your body is pressed against strangers harder than it’s ever been, I mean I got to third base with everybody around me.

Every time a member moved across the stage, the crowd would shove that way, I ASSUME so they could follow with their phones. Wtf, just turn your phone, NOT YOUR FUCKING BODY YOU ANIMALS. Anyways. It got bad enough that the security was repeatedly telling us to back up and a move so they could help people who had fainted and fallen and almost NO ONE was listening. EVEN BTS AND NAMJOON HAD TO STOP AFTER THEIR SONG AND TELL US TO STOP AND BACK UP AND CALM DOWN I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. I’m embarrassed for American ARMY.

So I’m not gonna go through the song order because I could never even begin to try and remember that. Especially since I couldn’t see half of it. 😡
But I will describe as much as I can.
Omg where do I start.
The most memorable thing for me was HOBI surprisingly because he’s not even on my bias list, he’s like that best friend that I would never be attracted to but OMG he was so flirty and sweet and cute and I could tell he was enjoying himself the most. All those smile and cheeky grins.
“I’m your hope…… you’re MY hope….. I’m Jhope!!!”
Omg I love him so much. He did something to me that night. I wanna squeeze him and hug him till he pops.

FUCKING JIMIN WAS RUDE AS ALWAYS. he bent down and interacted with the front rows the most, with that stupid sexy grin and face and aaaaaaahhhh!!!! He killed.
Kookie was the one who bent down and interacted the most after Jimin with that cute smile and bright doe eyes I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him.
Tae was being cheeky and cute the whole time as expected. He did that tongue bite and smile and I can’t believe I fucking saw that 15 feet away from my face I’M DEAD. he also had that rude, intense glare a lot too, but let’s not talk about that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ha.
I didn’t see much of Nams or Yoongi unfortunately but every time I saw Nams he was amazing. His dimples. Ugh. During cypher he did that dorky but adorable jumping he does, you know what I’m talking about. At some point I was in the middle and so was he and he was turned to the side and I’m just gonna say that I had a clear and up close view of that crotch AHHHH FUCKKKKKKK. he also smiled and laughed a couple times like a cutie.
I barely saw Jin. I’m sorry for you Jin stans reading this but he killed his solo song. He did beautifully and we all sang with him. UGH, MY HEART.

 SO. Kookie’s solo. That fancy footwork, I mean damn. He killed it. And not to mention he was wearing a white satin shirt that was immediately soaked in sweat and sticking to his chest YAS! Literally during the second or third song, he did a turn in the choreography, I don’t remember what song it was sorry but as he turned I could literally see the sweat fly off the ends of his hair. Sadly, it did not hit me in the face. I saw his beautiful hands and his mouth moving as he sang, ugh. I will never not appreciate every moment.

 Namjoons solo was chill and deep as fuck. He told us to
“feel the flow and rhythem”
and let his hand just dance in the air as he rapped/sang with closed eyes and it was so beautiful and I did. I felt the music. When it came to his “I wish I could love myself” we all shouted “WE LOVE YOU” after each time. I hope he really knows how much we meant it. 😢

 Yoongi’s solo was also chill and heavy. His song always makes me too emotional to the point that I barely listen to it. I cant, it’s just too much. As expected he rapped so passionately and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. There were live instrumental and I was so excited for that. It was beautiful BUT they didn’t play the end of his song the same, so that drawn out violin/cello wasn’t there, I was kind of disappointed because that’s my favorite part. But it was still amazing.

 Jimin’s solo. I mean. Yes. So. Fucking. Good. I. Cant. Even. Begin. To. Explain. The lighting was on point. He was on point. The dancing was flawless, the blindfold part was so fucking good, he is amazing. It was sexy and powerful and just right. Jimin stans, how are you still
Alive?

 Taehyung’s solo was so great, he hit that high note from what I could hear, which some people said he didn’t do in the previous concert. I’m not sure if that’s true though. At some point he was wearing a silver choker and… omg. Like, hah, like, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry but Taehyung is so gorgeous, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I can’t understand it yet. His voice was smooth and soulful and So Fucking Good.

 Jhopes solo was amazing, the dancing was on point as always and during the middle there was a breakdown way different from just the original song, I wish I had taken more videos. I’m sure you can find it. Watch it. We all sang with him especially the end chorus of “hey mama!”, you know. He just did do amazing, he was so memorable, omg and gorgeous. I’ll say that Hoseok looks the best in person compared to photos or videos. Some people just look better in person and he’s one of those people. His hair for this concert was perfect for him, the color, the parted and flippy style. Mm, so good.

As I said, Jin did so amazing on his solo, he hit all the notes and he wasn’t shaky or messed up from what I could hear and remember. He was just chilled up on stage and singing out his heart with us. I managed to get a little bit of video with him at center stage and he was dancing with an ARMY bomb as always lmao I love him ahhh.

I only noticed one mistake the whole concert. At one point, kookie went to move from his position and he needed to cross to the other side of the stage as Namjoon was coming up the middle, they bumped into each other slightly but it was so small and they carried on so smoothly it was barely anything but it made me smile for some reason. Also, Jimin was just slightly off key at like ONE point but I mean, they’re singing and dancing live. I expect that. The others might have had a moment or two but I just can’t recall if they did.

I want to talk about their backup dancers for a second. Not only did they do amazing, they were so fucking adorable! Some of them were really interacting with the fans and it made me laugh so much. They would look at us, laugh, smile, and I could tell they were just really loving it. I assume they all want to either be dancers or performers/musicians like BTS and I could see the joy in their face at being on the stage and seeing the crowds reactions and energy. They really enjoyed themselves and I hope they can one day get a stage for themselves if that’s what they desire. Ah, they were so cute. 😁

 Towards the end, Namjoon kept saying “this is the last song” and we were all like lol nah, we know you’re coming back out lol. And they did haha. We had the rainbow ocean and Namjoon said “it doesnt matter what color you are, pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, we love you” or something very similar. He was so amazing THEY WERE ALL AMAZING. I wish I had taken videos and pics but tbh, I wanted to just try and really enjoy the concert in person and focus on them with my eyes. Also there were so many people recording, there was no real point for me to do so as well. And the crowd was so pushy I was afraid of dropping my phone and it being destroyed. Knowing me, I would’ve dropped it.

 At the end, they were walking around and waving and sending hearts and such. People were throwing gifts on the stage, I noticed Kookie took a tiny iron man plushie and I thought it was so cute.
I can’t remember what they said at each brake but I really tried to get Yoongi’s attention. He was really focused on the whole crowd though. There was ONE point where he might have seen my, what do u call it, like his face on a stick thing, and he has this smirk like he was trying to not smile or laugh. I’ll show it below. 

The experience was amazing and next time I got to their concert I will be sure to camp out the night before because if I’m gonna buy pit tickets, I WILL be at the damn front next time! I won’t be satisfied until I am. I only buy BTS concert tickets for this reason, so I can save and get the expensive front rows. Also, P2 area standing is better than P1 because they interact more with us and we face them, so don’t bother with P1, I know a lot of people wanted those for like sound check or something. I forgot to say that at one pint I could see the back of Hobis, tan, sweaty, thick neck and all I could think was “Das a nice neck…" because it is, it really is a beautiful neck, I must say. 

And then we left the venue and my body was failing because I stood literally from 9 am to like 11 pm. It was worth every moment, even when it got bone cuttingly cold and started to snow and rain. WORTH IT. BTS is worth everything I have to give and I can’t wait to attend another amazing concert. Next time I’m taking a selfie stick or something and filming it all on my phone. 

SOOO, I want to also include that the next day, Luna and I went to Korea Town in New York and it was awesome. UGh, they had a Tony Moly and The Face Shop and so many restaurants. We at at Mukeunji and it was delicious. 
We popped into Nature Republic to buy some things, and the lady asked Luna if she liked EXO. She answered that she liked BTS and the lady SAID THEY WERE JUST THERE ON FRIDAY EATING LUNCH!!!!
BOI!!!! I swear to god, we both felt like dying, but i mean, we were waiting in line for their freaking concert so what are ya gonna do??! (JUST DIE, thats what im gonna do) those sneaky, clever boys….

(lmao i make myself laugh way to much)

So yeah, that was the concert and I probably didn’t properly describe it. I’m sorry for not having any videos or pics of the concert but I know you can find so many from other people. 

Here’s some other things I bought. Spoiler, its all basically Yoongi.

OMG hes so cute, they’re all so cute. My bedroom looks like a shrine….

22 activities for march 22nd

as an Official My Chemical Romance Fan™, your march 22nd activities are now restricted to the following:

1. wake up and remember it’s march 22nd
2. remember the meaning of march 22nd
3. cry
4. put on your mourning costume (preferably helena or black parade-inspired, mcr merch is also acceptable as long as the rest of your outfit is completely black)
5. ruin your eyeliner by crying and call it war paint
6. listen to the black parade while crying
7. listen to the light behind your eyes while sobbing
8. listen to every mcr song ever on shuffle while losing it
9. go online and read THE PARAGRAPH
10. stare blankly at your computer screen, numb of emotion
11. read a frerard fic (minimum of 22 chapters, must be smutty as well as heartfelt and well-written)
12. play one of the mcr pixel online games from like 2004 (helena is recommended)
13. go on tumblr and mourn with your fellow MCRmy
14. chant look alive, sunshine (and i mean the whole thing)
15. listen to the jetset life is gonna kill you (actually, just play the line “check into the hotel bella muerte” over and over again)
16. watch random videos of mcr doing stuff together as a band
17. listen to a hesitant alien song while screaming NO FUCK YOU repeatedly at the top of your lungs until it ends, at which point you cry and say “i didn’t mean it sorry gerard i love you”
18. remember that the last song they ever played live was helena, so the last line they ever played live was “SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT”
19. get emotional over #18
20. listen to fake your death
21. feel utterly numb and empty for awhile while you peruse mcr memes
22. respect that mcr as a physical band is over, but it’s not just a band, it’s an idea that will live on in our hearts as long as their music still exists. the members are all still alive (except for bob. bob didn’t leave the band. he just died, and he’s the skeleton in the na na na music video) and @official-gerardway
is fairly easy to track because of his activity on social media. we are lucky to have had them for twelve years and lucky that they are pursuing their own careers and joy.

this was meant to be a small noodle headcanon but i got carried away. :'3

When Noodle was little, she tried to watch a zombie movie with 2D. TRIED, to watch a zombie movie.

She was happy about it, repeatedly asking “Lemmie watch, Toochie!” but he was reluctant. He told her that she might have nightmares. But she didn’t stop, “Pleeease, I’ve watched scary movies before!”

Those were low-budget monster movies. The effects were not as good as the zombie movies 2D likes. She knew they weren’t real, and it’s just rubber suits, basic animatronics, and model cities. They still were able spook her a little, but it was so fun to her!

2D was still reluctant, she had never watched any of these before. Can she handle it? He sighed, “Are you sure you want to? I think this is scarier than what you’ve seen before.”

“Fine, you can watch.” 2D finally caved in and let her watch. She sat right next to him with an eager smile. He pressed play, and Noodle began watching her first ever undead film.

A little bit into the movie, everything is going good. The plague that causes the zombies hasn’t been made yet. Noodle became bored, and she started leaning on 2D. “Be patient, the zombies will come soon.” He pulled Noodle closer.

The zombies have appeared, it wasn’t as scary as 2D made it out to be. It was just like the army against the giant monster in her movies, just replace it with a reanimated hoard. This is fun, it was a little scarier, but only because it was more realistic. She jumped a bit, but giggled right after.

However, in the flick, things stated getting intense. The main character was in an abandoned house, the floorboards creaked and Noodle was in the edge of her seat. 2D knows this scene, it’s a jumpscare. The sounds of the floors, doors, and wind mislead. Every time the character made a sudden turn, Noodle got more tense.

She was throughly creeped out, and was holding onto 2D’s arm for what seemed to be dear life. Suddenly, a zombie appeared! The rotting flesh and groaning sounded so real! She closed her eyes and held his arm tighter as the zombie lunged at the character.

It was a girl, she was unarmed except a pistol with a single bullet. The girl on the screen shot at the living corpse, but she missed. Right before the zombie attacked again, Noodle moved onto 2D’s lap, holding onto him while trembling.

2D held onto her, gently rubbing her head as she tightened the hug. She refused to look until it was over, the screaming and the groaning stopped. She took a quick glance and she was horrified, the zombie had ripped off the character’s head and took a bite out of it. She was shaking harder, now. This was way more realistic than the monster movies!

2D was watching while reassuring the frightened Noodle. He spoke to her. It’s okay now, it’s done, the scene’s over, you’re fine, He whispered to her, “It’s past that now.” Noodle’s shaking lessened at the gentle sound. “Toochie?” She whimpered, still holding on. “Hm?” 2D replied, noticing how shook she sounded. “I don’t wanna watch it anymore.” Noodle couldn’t take that movie anymore.

2D got the remote and paused it. “I understand, it’s time for bed anyways. It’s super late.” He got up, holding Noodle in his arms, she yawned and nuzzled him. He smiled as the two walked to her room. The door opened with a creak, causing Noodle to tense up. 2D responded, “Hush now, it’s ok.” He gently sat her down on her bed and turned her lamp on to the lowest setting, it was her nightlight.

However, there’s a feeling of premonition inside her. Zombies aren’t real, she knows that, but she feels as though something might happen. “Toochie..?” Noodle’s voice was filled worry, 2D noticed how scared she looked. He sat on her bed, Noodle instantly held onto him. She felt calm and warm as he held on.

2D then began to sing, his voice calm, gentle, and soothing. Noodle’s tension eased as she practically melted, every word sung made her more and more soothed as his song went on. Finally, her eyes shut as she fell asleep. He let go of her, laid her down, and pulled up the blankets as he whispered the final part. He gently got up and out, careful not to make any noises. Not before going to his room, he glanced to make sure Noodle was still asleep.

Oversized Hockey Shirt

Pairing: Y/N/Bestfriend!Roommate!Hockey!Luke

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Luke is a sucker for hockey and maybe his best friend and dorm roommate Y/N

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Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Part 2 to the Drunken Mistakes Series.

A/N: Y’all deadass have waited for like 4 months and I’m so sorry voushfjnsd. I don’t want to spoil anything so I can’t say shit but have fun reading!!

Beep, beep, beep-

Argh. You slam your hand down on your alarm clock that was blaring loudly, causing you to  jolt you out of your much needed slumber. As you pull yourself up, the events of last night make their way into your mind almost like the way a tsunami floods land; instantaneously. It wasn’t like you were going to forget, but you were hoping that it would be shoved at the rear of your mind for today.

That was obviously not the case.

Grumpily, you tear the sheets off of you and get ready for work. You were relieved that it was Eric’s go at training the initiates today, leaving you with Four to guard the fence. You and Eric usually did that together but, for obvious reasons, you were not up for that. At-least not for today.

Or ever.

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❝ That’s why I stayed. ❞

Plot: Jackson has feelings for you and finds out you’re Dracula’s daughter, so he finally confesses his feelings. 

Pairing: JacksonxReader

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Vampire!Au / College!Au 

For @ mariekirishima16 and anon (I put two similar request together because the topic was the same), I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

He looked out the window, curious by the strange absence of his best friend. Friend for whom he had driven out feelings months before but who couldn’t confess anything. He felt as trapped in a limbo without a way out, remaining at his side and admiring her without being able to do anything.  

They were given an appointment for the eight, but now forty minutes have passed and Jackson began to perceive the concern more and more intensely.  

Y/N had never been a laggard girl, indeed she had always made it clear how much she hated the delay so that her behavior seemed incredibly strange to the blond one.  

“Maybe she had a mishap,” Objected Yugyeom, looking at the friend who became increasingly agitated every second who passed out. He leaned his phone on the table and gently squeezed Jackson’s shoulder, trying to distract him in some way. “Jackson, she might have been detained in class, calm down.”  

“Huh” Jackson mumbled in a winding wire, catching his phone from his pocket; “She would have warned, Yugyeommie”  

The youngest sighed heavily and shaking his head decided to give up, returning to focus his attention on the game of the mobile.  

“It’s always weird Y/N, you shouldn’t be surprised by that so much” Yugyeom pointed out, without raising his gaze from the bright screen, making Jackson want to pull a punch at him in that instant. No one had to afford to call “weirdo” to the girl he liked, rather to his best friend.  

It was thus that he abandoned the youngest, who tried to recall him repeatedly without success, leaving the coffee shop where they were given appointment to study.  

-Y/N, did you forget about our date?  

-Why don’t you answer?-  

-You’re all right, aren’t you? -  

-Jackson’s coming to save you!-

After frantically typing those messages, which she didn’t read, he walked fast to the dormitory where she lived.  

It had to be something happened if she had disappeared that way and he could no longer think lucidly, too worried and anxious.  

It was not that kind of person, he hardly panicked even if he screamed for the smaller things seeming cowardly, but when the speech fell on Y/N, Jackson Wang completely lost consciousness of himself.  

After twenty minutes and a running that had taken his breath, he arrived in front of her room and was on the verge of knocking when two voices inside the room made him desist.  

One was that of Y/N and he could recognize it everywhere while the other was unknown, but it provoked a sudden and chilling shiver along his back.  

“I’m tired of this script, my daughter.”  

“I don’t, father. I’m not you and this is my place. ” Y/N yelled, completely unaware of Jackson’s presence on the other side of the door.  

“This will never be your place! You belong to our world, I would remember it to you” Thundered the father in a bitter tone, looking at her with boredom and annoyance. None of his children had ever disobeyed to his request, but she was the youngest and even the strongest to resist him, which is why he had always had particular regard for her.  

“Dad.. I’m fine here. I feel normal.. ”  

-Normal? What the hell…- Jackson thought, continuing to eavesdropping with his ear pressed against the hard wood of the door. -Something eludes me.-  

~ Y/N has always been weird, you shouldn’t be surprised more than that ~ Yugyeom’s words fluctuated in Jackson’s mind and even if he wanted to see her, he understood that that was not the right time.  

His head was on the verge of exploding and he had to find the solution to that doubt that had begun to make its way into his mind.  

~ ~

“Jackson? Did the alien kidnap you? Open this door! ” Jaebum screamed by continuing to punch his fists against the door. Y/N and Mark at his side watched the scene in silence, while the young girl tried not to show the relief she felt. She could perceive the regular heartbeat of his heart and his slow breathing, all made her think and understand that at that moment her best friend was asleep.  

But they were days that he avoided the company of all and therefore Jaebum, tired of his continuous absences, had taken up the situation.  

“Jae, he might sleep..” Mark suggested, resting a hand on the friend’s wrist to block him;  

“Then? It’s a ghost in these days, I’m sick. Or tell us what happens or I throw down the doo–”  

“Only Y/N can enter.”  

Their gazes lay on the small window that was created between the door and its jamb. Jackson continued to hide, while Jaebum lifted his eyes to heaven and throw his hands into the air. She smiled at him as he walked away along with Mark, who had quickly whispered into her ear to take care of Jackson.  

Whatever it was, it was sure that to make worried the boy always without problems, it had to be very serious.  

She entered the darkness of his room, without problem seeing him because her eyes were used to darkening much darker.  

“Jackson what happens..? You’re making us worry. ”  

The blond didn’t answer her, but he just hugged her from behind. Y/N jumped to that sudden contact, relaxing almost immediately and resting both hands on his forearm that surrounded the upper part of her chest. She pushed her head backward, lied against his shoulder, noticing in spite of the little light the well-marked circles under his eyes.  

“Hey, nice blond.. You make me worry. ”  

“I’m fine, I only had a lot of thoughts in my head,” Jackson whispered avoiding to look at her while he increased the grip around her body.  

He had never noticed but her skin was really cold in contact with his own, as he had never noticed that she seemed to never be tired or that she ate incredibly little.  

“You want to talk about it..?” She asked, even more worried about him.  

“No.. Just stay like that a few minutes, please. ”  

Y/N didn’t answer but simply granted that little and innocent wish, bettering herself against his body. So warm and soft compared to hers. She hated all the lies told in those years, but she didn’t want to expose anyone to her world. More that less Jackson, because she knew how dangerous it could be at times.  

They remained in that position for those who appeared centuries instead of mere minutes when Jackson decided to make his move. He was incredibly tired of hiding his feelings, of escaping from them, of escaping from her. He didn’t even matter what she was or she didn’t feel the same, he had to do something.  

Holding his breath he laid his lips on the pale skin of her neck, knowing her features in memory for each time he had found himself to stare intensely at her, starting to leave a trail of kisses until he reached her ear where his breathing made Y/N tremble more. She remained motionless, taken aback by that sudden contact, but immediately feeling her body on fire. She didn’t feel something like that for centuries and somehow it frightened her but not to the point of dissolving that contact.  

“Jackson..” She stammered when he took to kiss her jawline, while his hands ended up both on her stomach and attracted her completely against his body; That she had always thought was perfect.  

“You don’t understand it, do you..?”  

“What..?”  

“I feel something for you Y/N..” Jackson’s voice was a broken whisper against her skin; causing a shiver that traveled along her whole body and blocked into her lower abdomen making her tremble.  

But she couldn’t, she couldn’t love a mortal and especially endanger him. Because the only reason she had stayed at that university despite not needing it was for Jackson. Because he was different, he made her feel different.  

With an extreme effort, she managed to get rid of his grip and turned away from many steps so as to create almost a barrier between them.  

He looked at her hurt, thinking that that move was due to the fact that she didn’t have the same feelings. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet and clenching his fists along his hips, trying in some way to expel the burning sensation of pain that was destroying his heart.  

“You can’t.” Y/N said breathlessly, looking him totally frightened.  

The blond raised his gaze, making his eyes locked with her own, and her expression filled him with other questions without answers.  

“What do you mean??”  

“You can’t have feelings for me.. I.. I am the wrong person, Jackson.. ” Y/N couldn’t look him in the eyes, so she moved her gaze on the desk despite the desire to throw herself into his arms; “You have to find someone better..”  

“Is it a written rule that loving a vampire is forbidden?”  

Although her heart didn’t beat for centuries, for Y/N seemed almost to hear it into her own chest. It was beating fast, frantic and on the verge of exploding.  

Slow but cautious she turned to him, which gave her one of the sweetest and most sincere smiles she had ever seen.  

“What.. What did you say..? ”  

“These days were useful to think.. And I was stupid to not realize it before. ”  

“You’re talking about it as if it were a normal thing!”  

“For me it is. For me, you’ll be always mine. My Y/N. ” He said by emphasizing that “mine” and he could swear if that if it were possible, the redness would immediately tint the girl’s cheeks in front of me him.  

“Y-yours? I would be yours even if I-I s-said who is my father..? ”  

“I also deduced that, Y/N. I don’t care.. Even If I hope he doesn’t’ use me as a dinner. ”  

The shocked expression of Y/N to his joke made him smile more, as he opened his arms to make her understand to hide among them.  

She was hesitant for a few moments, she didn’t want him to be in danger because of her nature, but she felt so tired of not being able to love him freely. And so in small steps, she went to hide among those arms, letting herself escape almost a sigh of relief when they surrounded her and he made her almost disappear between them.  

“I must deduce that you feel something for me..?”  

“Idiot.. And anyway, yes, that’s why I stayed Jackson. ”  

He smiled, hiding his face in her hair and inhaling the scent of cinnamon shampoo that emanated. It wasn’t bad, that feeling. Despite the fear of possible problems due to her being a vampire, Jackson had never felt so happy in his life. He held into his arms the girl for whom he was madly in love and didn’t care for anything else. Only he and her, the rest was nothing.

Lady Angel

A/N: i havent written in months, literally months so im sorry if this sucks. nobody asked for this so yikes. this is also six pages on google docs so pls like it bc i worked hard on it. also spot the kurt vonnegut quote :) im also very bad at titles my b.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 2,700 (exactly)(yikes)

“Dude, just ask her out already,” Sam said slapping Bucky on the shoulder, pulling him out of his dazed state.

“Ha yeah right,” Bucky grumbled as he turned to face Wilson.

“Listen man, I’ll punch you in face so you can visit her in the med bay,” Sam snickered.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Bucky said scoffing.

“Yeah, I would love it actually. A girl like that won’t stay single forever man,” Sam said and both his and Bucky’s eyes went back to observing you throw your head back with laughter with the other nurses who work in the med bay.

“Jesus, I know,” Bucky replied in frustration, running his metal hand through his hair. Sam was about to say something back but was interrupted when Steve walked by them and said, “we got a mission. Meet at the jet in 10. Suit up,” before swiftly walking away.

“Stop drooling,”  Sam commented as he turned his attention back to Bucky.

“Shut up,” Bucky snarled as he got up and started to head towards the locker room.

“Seriously man! Ask her out!” Sam shouted, chuckling as he saw Bucky flip him off before turning a corner.

It was a quiet day at the med bay. A few agents in training passed through with minor injuries sustained during combat training, nothing too bad. You were finishing a chart when the squeak of the intercom disrupted the silence.

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Lips of an angel//TVD

Based of the song: Lips of an angel~Hinder.

Warning: Swearing, Smut!!(Kol’s), blood.

Kai Parker:“ Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now”

You let out a deep sigh as you wondered around your flat, everything felt weird without Kai being there. It was as if it wasn’t your home anymore, like you were a guest in a strangers house. The warm feeling you got every time you entered was now gone and a cold dull feeling replaced it, you needed him. You had to talk to him your heart was racing as your finger hovered over the call button. You took a deep breath as you finally clicked call, your nerves shooting through the roof as you listened to the familiar dial tone. You just wanted to talk, like the mature adults you both..well you were. There was going to be no crying or begging just a nice calm conversation, you quickly mapped out what you were going to say as the phone continued to ring. “Y/N?” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the familiar voice echo from the device, your face paled as you quickly stuttered out a weak hi. So much for being strong, you had only been on the phone for a minute and a lump had already formed in your throat. You listened carefully to the rustling on the other line, your heart hammering like a drum in your chest as you waited for his reply. “Why are you calling so late..are you ok?” your eyes widened at his question quickly checking a clock, your mouth dropped as you read the time 4:30. You never meant to call him at such a crazy time in the morning you just couldn’t help yourself any longer. You were dragged from your thoughts by the sound of your name being called repeatedly, you pulled the phone back to your ear taking a deep breath as tears quickly rolled down your face. As if by magic your whole calm demeanor came crashing down and your plan to not cry or beg went out the window as the words poured out your mouth. “I can’t do this any more, I can’t be with out you..I need you Kai” you sounded broken and defeated as your back slowly slid down the wall, your phone still clutched tightly in your hands as your bum met the cold floor. Sobs racked your body as you listened to Kai let out a soft sigh, you quickly pulled the phone to your ear ready to say something else before the sound of an unfamiliar female voice emitted from the phone. What was left from your already battered heart turned to dust in seconds as you listened to her silky voice call Kai back to bed, your mouth went dry and silent tears rolled down your cheeks. “Listen Y/N you’ll be ok, i’ll call you tomorrow ok..it’s kinda hard to talk right now. I still lo-” you quickly hung up the call before you could hear the three words that would only crush you even more, a loud scream left your mouth as you threw your phone across the room watching as the screen shattered. You slowly curled into a ball as more tears flowed down your face, the mental image of Kai and his new girl cosied up in bed stuck in your mind. You whole body shook before you drifted into a restless sleep where your dreams where filled with the memories of you and Kai.

Kol Mikaelson:“It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet”

“Looking gorgeous as usual darling” You felt your face heat up as Kol brushed past you his hand squeezing your arse gently as his beautiful accent filled your ears. You shyly looked back down at the fruit you were currently preparing for a small snack, you could still feel Kol’s presence looming near by watching as you bent over to grab a knife from one of the bottom drawers. His lower lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes darkened with lust, you and Kol weren’t in a relationship nor had you even shared a kiss. You just happened to embrace his flirty nature but today was different, he had waited long enough to feel your lips on his or the sensation of your nails down his back. Using his vampire speed he quickly pulled your body away from the counter and pressed it firmly against the cold wall, his nose bumped yours as his hot breath fanned against your lips. “W-what are you doing” you heart was racing and your breathing was unsteady as he pressed gentle kisses down the soft skin on your neck, drawing soft moans from your lips as he sucked and nipped leaving marks all over. You slowly rolled your hips against his as he continued to suck at your neck earning a low growl from the original as you continued to grind against him, feeling his length harden with each roll of your hips. “Kol..Kol” his name fell from your lips trying to grab his attention, he lazily lifted his head a smirk prominent on his face as his hands traveled down your sides to your hips before slowly stroking your inner thigh. “I love it when you say my name darling..You make it sound so sweet” his voice was like silk as his hand left your thigh and gently popped the button on your jeans, your mind was foggy as you grabbed his chin lifting his gaze to meet yours before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was heated in seconds his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as his fingers brushed over the lace material of your underwear, causing soft sighs and moans to leave your mouth which Kol quickly smothered with another searing kiss. You quickly pulled away from the passionate make out as Kol’s fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties his rough fingers drawing small circles on your clit, causing you to erupt into loud moans as your hips bucked against his fingers. You grabbed his arm to stop his movements realizing you were still in the Mikaelson kitchen where any of Kol’s siblings could walk in at any minute. “Take me to your room please” you whispered your tone needy and desperate as Kol’s fingers continued to move, he quickly pulled his hand from your under wear before holding you tightly. “As you wish love” he whispered gently into your ear before whisking you off to his room.

Klaus:“Well my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you”

Klaus’s P.O.V~

I felt the familiar sense of guilt bubble in my stomach as i continued to stare at the picture that covered my phone screen. The smile it brought upon my lips heightening the sensation in my gut, I can hear her in the next room casually talking to her friends about how happy she is while i sit in here reminiscing on that summer in London i had spent with my beloved Y/N a few years ago. I know it’s cruel, my heart will never belong to her no matter how many times she preaches to her friends how in love we are. She will never replace my Y/N. Some days i find myself wishing i could wake up and she’d be gone and in her place Y/N would be there beaming at me with her beautiful smile that could light up even the darkest of hearts. I do care about her, but never the same way. I can’t keep pretending that my smile is because of her jokes when in reality it’s from the mental imagine of Y/N’s beautiful face that i have burned into my brain from many years memorizing every small detail, from the small freckles on her nose to the way her forehead wrinkled when she laughed. I think about calling her everyday, just to hear her voice say my name but knowing it won’t hold the same amount of joy and love as it did has always scared me into not picking up the phone and dialing the number i knew off by heart. Would she even pick up? Does she still have my number saved in her phone? I find myself worrying about Y/N a lot more now as well, the thought of someone harming her in any way enough to ignite a fire within me which leads to a killing spree to take my mind off the guilt, the pain and the crippling feeling of loneliness. I know i’ll never have my Y/N back but i just can’t help wishing she was with me instead.

Elijah:“Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak”

“Lijah darling” You shouted in a fake snobby British accent as you strolled into the Mikaelson household, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a card in the other. In a flash Elijah was stood in front of you, dressed smartly in a suit as usual a confused smile graced his face as he looked at the big balloon you had tied around your neck to keep it from floating away whilst your hands were full. “What’s the occasion darling?” his voice was filled with amusement as he watched you battle with the balloon above your head, your grin got larger as you grabbed his hand tightly. “It’s your birthday of course” you giggled loudly clearly excited and slightly tipsy already. Once again a confused smile spread across his face as he took the card from your out stretched hand, “It’s funny, i don’t recall it being my birthday..why i don’t think I’ve celebrated my birthday in over a thousand years” he let out a laugh as you popped open the bottle of  champagne letting out a yell as the loud bang echoed through the house. “I know that silly, that’s why i’m doing this everyone deserves to celebrate being born..especially you” your voice sent shivers down his spine as you pointed the bottle at him “now be a good boy and fetch me two champagne glasses please” he shook his head gently whilst laughing before heading towards the kitchen grabbing the finest champagne flutes he could find in such short notice. He decided to take his time with this task as he heard soft music float through the rooms. He had to calm himself as he walked in the now dimly lit room as he stared at you, your coat discarded and your body clad in a silky red dress with candles lit all around the room. “Happy birthday baby” You whispered gently, he slowly put the glasses down filling them both before bringing them over to you. You small hand wrapped around the stem of the glass whilst your other hand found his, you held it tightly as you stared into his eyes the feeling of love and warmth spread through your body rapidly. You slowly moved to the beat of the music, no words where spoke as you both placed your now empty glasses on a near by table. “Dance with me Lijah” he nodded quickly before pulling you into him, swaying gently to the soft rhythm. “Why would you go to all this trouble darling..just” he paused for a moment as he dipped you keeping you there as he continued to talk “for me” he quickly pulled you back up before settling back into the rhythm. “Because i love you, and like i said everyone deserves to celebrate life especially someone as special as you” you gently pecked his lips. He smiled widely as you continued to dance, “hearing i love you is the best present i could ever receive especially coming from the lips of an angel..I love you to gorgeous”. You continued your dance in a peaceful silence until the song ended and you both refilled your glasses. “i have one question love..where’s the balloon” he mumbled gesturing to your neck, you felt a blush rise on your cheeks as you let out a quiet chuckle “it had to go” you stated before looking towards the ceiling. Elijah followed your gaze where he found the balloon floating high above your heads, he let out a loud laugh before connecting your lips with his in the most passionate kiss of your life.

Stefan:Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?”

You let out a loud shout as you stared at the dead bodies in front of you, you never wanted to kill anyone but the thirst was driving you mad and you just couldn’t stop. You had tears streaming down your cheeks, your clothes and face were covered in blood, if anyone saw you right now they would think you were the victim of murder not that you were the murderer. You continued to sob as you stumbled down the street, draining anyone who came towards you even the kind people who asked if you needed help or an ambulance. You had spiraled into this as soon as Stefan met Elena and stopped making time for you, you didn’t really have a grasp on control but Stefan had promised to show you how and be there for you every step of the way but he had broke that promise and now look at you a cold blooded murderer with a rising list of victims. Your mouth watered as you cornered a small teenage boy more tears flowing down your face as he begged for his life, you listened to his pleas but none of them was louder than the hunger which quickly led to you jumping on the boy and draining him of life. Your whole body shook as you leaped away from him before taking off down the street, you had one destination in mind and you didn’t give a fuck who was there. Your feet pounded beneath you as you stormed to the front door, your knuckles banging against the hard wood till it drew blood. “Please..please answer” you whispered weakly as your ears picked up voices and foot steps in the distance, you knew you could just walk in you had been invited many times but due to yours and Stefan’s time apart you no longer felt comfortable just waltzing in especially in your current state or the fact that a very clueless and human Elena could be in there right now. You were just about to leave and pounce on the fast approaching couple but the door was quickly threw open and a very concerned Stefan stood in front of you his eyes taking in your bloody clothes and face, teary eyes and smudged eyeliner. His bottom lip quivered as he pulled your body into his “I couldn’t stop Stefan, i tried..i tried so hard” your sobs shook your body as Stefan squeezed you tightly hushing you whilst reassuring you that everything will be ok soon. “I killed so many people, where were you? i had no one” your voice was hoarse and weak as you looked into Stefan’s now teary eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N..i don’t know what’s been going on lately with me, but i’m here now and i’m going to help” you didn’t know if you could trust him anymore but at the moment you couldn’t afford not to so with a small sniffle and a soft thank you,you continued to cuddle into his arms as silent tears fell down your face. 

Damon:And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight”

“Hiya beautiful” Damon’s smug voice echoed through the phone as i sat on my backyard staring at the starry sky above me, i couldn’t help calling him the cute texts i had been receiving all day had made my heart ache and a strong need to hear the voice of my extremely sexy ex had developed fast. “Hi, it’s been so long since we’ve spoke” i whispered back careful not to wake my sleeping boyfriend, i know it probably looks bad that i’m hiding away in my yard whilst talking to my ex who i still harbored very strong feelings for but i needed this. I needed to hear his voice, i couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming need for him. “I know, I’ve missed you Y/N..quite a lot actually” i felt my heart speed up this is all i wanted to hear, i wanted to know he felt how i felt and he still needed me as much as i needed him. “I miss you to..so much” i still kept my voice hushed as i peered around me making sure my boyfriend hadn’t suddenly woke and decided to join me out here. “Does he know that..Does he even know you’re talking to me..Or would that just start a fight” i could sense the hostility in Damon’s tone as he spoke causing a soft sigh to leave my mouth. “Don’t be like that Damon, Don’t ruin a perfect conversation please” you whimpered quietly, flinching at the loud scoff that emitted from the device. “How can i not bring it up Y/N..he get’s to kiss and hug the only girl I’ve ever loved and ever will love when all i get is a phone call..I know you still love me Y/N” you rubbed your eyes tiredly a grunt leaving your lips at the drastic change the conversation had made in a couple of minutes. “Of course I still love you Damon, i won’t ever stop” you picked up your voice a bit to put your point across but still keeping the volume relatively low, you heard a loud sigh and a quiet sniff “Does he know that though Y/N..Does that poor guy know I’m the reason you laugh at your phone not the funny cat video’s you claim are the reason..Does he know that it’s my face you picture when you’re moaning under him..Does that poor bastard know that every time you say you love him you’re waiting to tell me the exact same thing” his voice gradually got higher till he was shouting down the phone causing hot tears to run down your face, he was right you didn’t deserve either of them. You let out a quiet whimper and a sniffle as you wiped the tears, taking deep breaths to stop the tears before you started sobbing. You quickly brought the phone back to your ear “You’re right Damon..He deserves to know, and you deserve some one who will be able to talk to you with out having to whisper..I’m sorry, i’ll talk to you later” and with that you hung up quickly turning your phone off in case he tried to call you back. You let the tears flow again as you dropped to the floor cradling your head between your knee’s as you rocked your body gently, “Y/N..babe are you out here?” You wiped your face quickly before pulling yourself off the floor and making your way towards your concerned looking boyfriend. You let out a shaky breath before falling into his open arms, he quickly closed you in warm embrace. You snuggled closer into his body as he tightened his arms around you. Damon was right even as your boyfriend whispered reassuring things and kissed your hair gently all you could picture was the bright blue eyes and all the hugs you had shared with Damon. You needed him back.


That took sooooo long!! Sorry Klaus’s is so short compared to the rest i just had a complete block on what to write, other than that i hope you guys enjoy this one since it is my first ever preference (I think). I know i missed a few characters but i ran out of lyrics in the song and my brain was melting lol. Much love xox.

~Requests are open~

-Shannon

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Dean’s Daughter- Baby Cakes

Originally posted by shadyfelon


Request: If your taking request can you do one we’re the reader is dean’s daughter ( 15 - 16 ) and gets turned into a baby by a witch cause that would be amazing 😊
Title: Baby Cakes
Parings: Daddy!Dean x reader, Uncle!Sam x reader, Platonic!Cas x reader
Words: 1943
Summary: Dean’s Daughter gets cursed by a witch and is turned into an infant. While Sam and Dean try to reverse the curse, Castiel is put on baby duty.

(A/N: I am so sorry that I didn’t post last week, I was sick af and never had the chance to write. Anyways, I loved this request and it was really fun to write & also thank you so so much for 400 followers. I never expected that many people to actually be interested in my writings so  I thank and love y’all so much! xx)

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“No!” Your dad shouts as the witch traps you against the wall. “Let her go, you friggen bitch!”
Your dad chokes on his words when the witch hardens her hold on him. Where is Uncle Sammy? You think, He was supposed to be here by now.
You had talked your dad into letting you come with him and Uncle Sammy, and by now both of you regret you coming along. The witch walks closer to you and pulls out something from her jacket. She reveals a small bottle of a powdery substance and unscrews the lid, “Here’s something that will-AHH!”
You hear a loud bang and all of the sudden you see your Uncle Sam charging at the witch with a dagger in one hand and a revolver in the other. The witch fumbles with her potion as she clutches her bleeding shoulder, but it falls to the ground and the powder spills all over you. The witch hisses and seems to disappear into thin air.
The hold that was keeping you and your father captive has been lifted and you two lunge forward onto the wood floor. “Damn, I hate witches…”
“Dean…” Sam says, getting the attention of your father as he looks at you with worried eyes, “(Y/N), what’s that all of over you?”
“I…I don’t know, it was something the witch had.” You say as you stand up and try to wipe the ivory colored flakes off.
Your father rushes over to you and carefully examines your bloody lip, “Are you okay baby? God, I knew I shouldn’t have let you come with us.”
“I’m fine, Dad, I swear I am,” You say once he gives you a skeptical look. “but what now? I mean do we go after the witch?”
Your dad lets out a laugh, “Let’s not worry about that right now, baby. Come on, we’re going back to the motel to get you cleaned up.”
You, Sam, and Dean are driving back to the motel when you start to feel funny. You wince at the pain occurring in your stomach but you don’t want to bring attention to it and worry your dad and uncle. You watch as the two men joke to one another and you start to smile before the pain hits again, feeling as if a knife is twisting in your abdomen. The pain starts to spread; now your arms ache and your legs throb. You squeeze your eyes in pain and finally Sam catches a glimpse of you through the rear view mirror.
“(Y/N)? Honey what’s wrong?” He says, his eyes continuously go from the road back to you.
“I don’t know, something just doesn’t feel right.” You say, sucking in a sharp breath.
“What do you mean, baby?” Dean turns around with his eyes wide in panic as he watches his daughter cry out in pain.
“I don’t know! I just-it feels like-I think I-” You begin to feel extremely dizzy and it looks as if the whole car is spinning and turning.
“(Y/N)!” You hear your father yell but before you know it all you see is black.

Sam, pull over now!” Dean shouts as he looks in the back seat to his passed out daughter. “SAM NOW!”
Sam swerves off to a dirt path and the car jerks to a stop. “Open the door, help me!”
Sam nods and jumps out of the car just as Dean does. Dean yanks the back door open and freezes, and by the time Sam makes his way around the car he is in just as much of a shock as his brother.
“What the hell…” Dean says as they peer into the back seat where they see a small baby peek its head out through the clothes (Y/N) was wearing seconds ago. The baby wails and squirms as Sam and Dean stare at it and neither of the two know what to do.
“Do you… do you think that’s- (Y/N)?” Sam speaks up, turning to look at Dean.
“How the hell could it…” Dean replies and starts to slide into the backseat and pick up the baby from the clothes of his daughter. He looks at it… it is a girl, he knows that much. But there was no way in hell that this could be his daughter- his (Y/N)….could it?
“Dean… the powder!” Sam exclaims, “(Y/N)- the witch threw some kind of powder on her… could that be what this is? A hex? Voodoo?”
Dean looks at the baby, it has the same color hair and eyes as (Y/N), but he shakes those thoughts from his head. “That makes no sense! Why would a witch want to change a sixteen year old into a baby?”
“I-I don’t know, self-defense maybe?” Sam says, running a hand through his hair. A loud truck roars by and the baby starts to cry again. “Dean, let’s just get back to the motel and we can figure this out there.”
Dean nods and wraps the baby girl in the tshirt his daughter was wearing before.

Sam and Dean accepted that it was you as the baby because no one else can scream like you. You wail and cry more and more; and no matter what they did they couldn’t get you to be quiet. “Dean, do something! You’ve done this before!”
“Yeah, sixteen years ago, I don’t know what she wants!” Dean says, picking you up and patting your back.
“Just do something!” Sam says as he rubs his temples. He has been looking at folk lore for two hours trying to find a spell or a reversal to set you straight.
Dean looks into your eyes and remembers his first night with you, when your mother dropped you off with him and never returned. He had no clue what to do then and you seemed to have turned out just fine, so how hard can it be to get you to stop crying.
“Baby girl, I need you to stop crying. Me and Uncle Sammy, we’re going to find a way to bring you back, I promise. But we need you to be quiet so that we can concentrate, okay?” He says, holding you out an arm’s length away, drool hangs from your mouth and Dean grimaces. “I sure don’t miss that.”
Another minute goes on and you still cry and Dean begins to rock you in his arms, the way he used to when you had trouble sleeping. “…Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude don’t be afraid, you were made to go out and get her,” He starts, your cries fade and your eyelids slowly flutter close.
Dean looks at you for a long while, he misses when you were this small, so dependent on him. No arguments, no fights, no wanting to go on hunts alone, just you and him in your own two worlds. He kisses your forehead and sets you back onto the bed. He turns to see Sam smiling at him, “What?”
“Nothing…” Sam whispers, and turns back to the screen. “So I talked to Bobby and he seems to think it’s a spell, and the only way to reverse it is to kill the witch who casted it.”
“Great,” Dean mumbles, “So how do we find this witch, it went up in smoke like the Wicked Witch of the West. Have any leads?”
“Well I got something… in the past hour there was a police call from a George Wilson about seeing someone in a vacant house about four miles out, says he thought he saw smoke. That could be our witch?” Sam says, looking over the police logs again.
“Yeah that could also be ten thousand other things.” Dean says angrily.
“Look Dean, I know you’re upset about (Y/N) but sitting here doing nothing is not going to bring her to her normal self again. We need to check this out.” Sam explains, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
Dean sighs and looks back over at you, you are peacefully lying on the bed fast asleep. “Fine, but what do we do about her? We can’t bring her with us and I’ll be damned if I leave her here alone.”
“Call Cas, he can stay here with her until we get back.” Sam says and he quietly pushes his chair in and puts his jacket on.
Dean takes a moment to think before he closes his eyes, “Cas we need your help, man, hurry.”
Within seconds there is a flutter of wings and Castiel appears next to Sam, “Dean what’s wrong?”
“Shh!” Both Sam and Dean say, motioning to you as you shift in your sleep. Dean motions for the conversation to continue outside and the three men exit the room.
“Why is (Y/N) an infant?” Cas questions.
“Listen, Cas, I’ll cut it short. (Y/N) was hit by some spell and me and Sam need to go find the witch who did it to turn (Y/N) back to her age. We need you stay with her until we get back. We can’t leave her alone and…”
“You have my word Dean, I will watch over her.” Cas states and Dean relaxes. They walk back into the room and Dean goes back to you.
“Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to fix this.” Dean presses one last kiss to your head and nods towards Cas before leaving.
Cas looks at you intently as you sleep and is fascinated how small you are. After a while you begin to stir and Cas perks his head up. He notices that you are awake and picks you up carefully and bounces you on his knee. You smile sleepily and start to giggle. Cas smiles to himself and cradles you in his arms.
“OOF!” Cas grunts when a sudden weight change crashes down on him. The baby that was in his arms moments ago has now changed back into full-grown (Y/N).
“Cas, What the hell?” You say, clearly confused with your surroundings.
“Oh, hello (Y/N),” Cas says calmly and helps you off his lap.
“What the hell is going on?” You look around for your father or uncle but neither one of them seems to be there.
“I was told that a witch put a curse on you; you were turned into a baby.” Cas informs you.
“A baby? That’s what that powder stuff was? Wait, so where’s my dad?” You ask, still puzzled.
“He said he and Sam were going out to kill the witch, so I’m assuming they did if you’re back to normal.”
You hear the door knob jiggle, “(Y/N)?” You turn and see your dad running through the door.
“Dad!” You say, standing up and wrap your arms around him.
“Oh thank God, (Y/N) you’re okay!” He engulfs you into a hug and kisses you repeatedly.  Sam walks into the room with relief washing over his face when he sees you at a normal size.
“Uncle Sammy!” You let go of your dad and run for Sam who embraces you at once with a bear hug.
“Hey squirt, thought I’d never see you again.” He laughs and places a kiss to the top of your head.
Dean wraps his arms around your shoulders, terrified that he’d lose you if he’d let go, and you you’re your back onto his chest. “Hey Cas, thanks for watching out for her.”
“No problem, Dean.”
“And as for you young lady,” Dean says, looking down at you, “You’re not coming on any hunts with us for a long time.”
You smile and cuddle into his chest, “That’s okay daddy, I can wait.”

❝ I broke my wings pt.1 ❞

Plot: When you finally find a different side of your boss and you start asking yourself who’s really that person. 

Pairing: JinkixReader 

Words count: 3,2k+

Genre: RealLife!Au / not fluff but maybe in the second part lmao

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

P.S. I want to dedicate this scenario to a particular person. It’s the first person I met on Tumblr after a time of absence and was the first outside of my family to believe in my abilities as a writer. Her opinion has always been incredibly important for me and this is a little gift I wanted to make her, although as “thank you” seems really “dingy”. It’s not just because she believed in me, but also because she always proved to be (still today) a person to rely on, a person with whom it’s always pleasant to spend time talking about cutthroat (don’t worry, I’m talking about Jinki and Jaebum with their angry expressions) and everything else. Thanks to Lee Jinki we met but fortunately it was just the beginning. I never told you, but I love ya. 

- M. 


For the umpteenth time, your boss had forced you to stay till late. You couldn’t understand whether it was hatred towards you or simply sadism towards his employees.  

Your eyes ached for the effort to stay repeatedly in front of the computer screen, but you were aware that not ending the practices that you had entrusted was even worse than losing some degree to the sight.  

The sound of something resting on the table will momentarily distract you from the myriad of black words on white you had in front, words you didn’t even remember at that time.  

“Drink, it will help you.” Minho’s soft and kind voice gave you a moment of peace, while sitting by your side and observing the intricate pattern of notes scattered around the desk. “That man never ceases to surprise me. He can get to kill because of tiredness even the most tireless of his lawyers. ”  

“Thanks for the coffee.. I’m fine, really. ”  

“It’s three o'clock in the morning and you’re here from a whole day, Y/N.”  

A sigh escaped from your lips while you sealed them against the cardboard of the glass, savoring the slightly bitter taste of your coffee. Minho knew your tastes and fortunately, he never was wrong to get you what you loved most.  

“Why don’t you confront him? It almost seems like you hate ”  

“First, he founded this company at the age of 23. He’s our boss and one of the most influential men in all South Korea. I don’t need to be fired, I need work. ”  

Your answer will silence momentarily and in the moment that, with the corner of your eye, you would realize that it was on the verge of answering again so you rested a finger on his mouth, silencing him.  

“No, you’re forbidden to talk Choi Minho. Then you are here too, why?? ”  

“Because despite being my boss, Jinki is also my friend and I care for him.”  

“Then go to him instead of wasting time to me!” You mumbled almost taking the chair from under his butt, immediately returning to your notes.  

Being part of the lawyers’ team of a large multinational with a turnover of more than 80 billion won a year wasn’t easy, but still assured you to work and have a roof over your head. That was your only concern at the end of the day.  

When you finally were alone your attention focused on a legal quibble that a company, on the verge of going bankrupt and being acquired by yours, was trying to take advantage of them.  

They wouldn’t have won, not until you’d had a life.  

~ ~

“Have you found a way to strengthen your strategy?”  

“Yes, sir.”  

“I don’t want to lose this cause, I don’t pay you salaries at six zeros to lose.”  

His tone never changed. Always placid, cold and aloof. As if even his own work bore him.  

But if any person had watched Lee Jinki into his eyes he would have seen pure determination. He wasn’t a person who loved to get trampled and his employees had understood it well.  

“Y/n?”  

“Sir.”  

“I hope you solved that problem that I entrusted to you yesterday.” He said without looking into your eyes, as he used to do.  

You watched him and even if you earned enough you knew that the blue night suit he wore at that time could cost more than your salary for a month.  

You shook your head to drive away that useless thought, resting in front of him a file with all information useful for the acquisition. Even though you were a lawyer, you were so accustomed to carrying out other tasks that his requests no longer surprised you.  

He browsed the file quickly, almost annoyed, and nodded just returning to the documents he had before.  

His slight nod was his leave, so after slightly bowed head in a salute, you turned to start walking towards the door.  

“Y/N.”  

To the sound of your name, you blocked immediately, staying next to the door but face towards him. Never give him his back, the first rule you had learned after being hired.  

“Tonight there’s an important dinner, for charity and for finding investors. You and Minho should be there, I want to have legal support in case I need it. ”  

“Sure sir.” You said quietly, despite mentally you was cursing him; “Fancy dress?”  

“Of course, you can avoid those floral dresses, okay?”  

You wouldn’t answer that, you just bowed your head and left his office. For the umpteenth time, and you didn’t know how he’d hurt you with a simple phrase.  

First, he ruined the plans of your evening, in other words celebrate your birthday, and then he also hurt your pride. Lee Jinki would have, sooner or later, found death by your hand.  

~ ~

“Yah, why do you let him treat you like that?!?!?!”.  

The umpteenth scream of your best friend made you raise your eyes to heaven, while in front of the mirror you tried some clothes that he kindly brought you. They were not of your taste, but for that kind of evening they were perfect and you knew that her sister wouldn’t say anything.  

“Y/n answer me or I burn that Gucci you have in your hands and it would be your best choice!”  

“Kibum you never burn a Gucci, rather you would jump from the top floor of a sixty storey building.”  

“True, but these are details. It’s your birthday today, your parents came here especially for you! Also Jonghyun and Taemin, why?!?! ”  

“It’s my job..” It was your only answer, while you were wearing that black Gucci that oddly you didn’t completely disgust. It had a slit on its left leg, a huge v-neck on its back so much to discover completely your back and seemed to be made for your body.  

“He has a team of lawyers. Why you?? ”  

“And Minho.”  

“But who cares about that big baby with his smile from the cover; ” brushed off the matter by throwing yourself on your bed, giving you the black underwear you had resting on the blankets.  

“At least I have you explaining how to dress me, otherwise I would have worn one of my beloved clothes with flowers”  

“Rather than Gucci, I burn those. You have a bad fashion sense, Y/n. ”  

Your middle finger got up and he accepted it whit a huge fake smile while you took everything you needed to run into the bathroom to start getting ready.  

If your boss had asked for elegance, you would have given elegance to him.

~ ~

One thing in favor of Jinki you had to say. His limo was pure perfection.  

You and Minho were seated on the rear seats, a glass of fine champagne in your hand, while with a boyish look you enjoying the inside of the limo. You were alone, aware that your boss was already at dinner, too busy looking for new investors for the cause.  

“Do you know he has invested in a new project?”  

“Which project?? How to make more money in less time and not to let your lawyers sleep? ”  

“No, It’s a project for the protection of orphaned children and exploited as child labor.”  

Minho’s answer didn’t do what you’d expect and a sudden knot at your throat made you almost choked with the icy liquid. You would never have said that the cold and detached Lee Jinki had a very delicate subject at heart. A delicate subject for you too.  

“Oh…”  

“You’re one of his best lawyers and don’t control his financial shifts?”  

“For those, he has another team of experts..” You murmured without adding anything else, emptying the glass; “Then it’s a good thing if he cares about those problems, he can with all the money he has.”  

The limo stopped right at that time and he, of course as a gentleman he was, descended first, holding the door open specially for you.  

The delicate fabric of the dress tickles your skin while you left the flap of it after getting off of the car, while your gaze heaved and lay on a man on the stairs.  

You would have recognized his profile anywhere and in a white dress he could even stand out more than ever in the darkness of the night.  

He was looking at you two or better, for a moment you had the feeling that he was just looking at you.  

But then he turned, giving his back and entering the building without even coming to greet you. You were used to that, you were used to being completely invisible to him. Not that you would be sorry, but if he were slightly more cordial to you than you would have rejoiced more at work.  

Minho, next to you, offered you his arm and at a slow pace, you two started to walk toward the entrance.  

The air was cold that evening, despite it being an evening of late May, and the desire of your warm blankets made you regret that you have decided not to wear any kind of clothes beyond the black dress.  

“Ready for vultures? They’ll try to pin every won from your wallet” He chuckled into your ear, continuing to guide you without any problems.  

“They’ll find little in my wallet, a fifty-won banknote and candies’ litters.”  

 ~ ~

You were on your third glass of champagne, excluding the one drunk in the limo, but fortunately, you were holding the alcohol perfectly and you were still perfectly lucid.  

The voices came almost muffled to your ears, you had completely strayed with the mind just noticed what kind of people occupied the large tables specially embellished for the evening.  

Boring, it was the word that drew nearer to describe that heap of people all the same to your eyes.  

You touched Minho’s shoulders, engaged in a conversation on with someone you didn’t know, walking away and finding shelter outside.  

The balcony was long and wide as much as your home, but it didn’t surprise you much. That building had been built to convey greatness and was quite well able to its task.  

“Are you bored?”  

Even without looking at him, his voice was unmistakable, so you continued to observe the view in front of you in absolute silence.  

“Keep it.” He handed you a glass of champagne, which you accepted with a little smile, while he was resting with both elbows on the balcony balustrade; “Nice view, eh?”  

“MH.”  

“Something wrong, y/n?”  

“Nothing, sir.” You lied, starting to sip with little sips the champagne.  

“I don’t understand how you can be one of the best lawyers in Seoul when you can’t lie.”  

“He’ll discover that I lie more than he believes.”  

You were perfectly able to feel his gaze on you and in a daring impulse you turned your face towards him, letting your eyes meet.  

He had removed the tie and had unbuttoned the first button of the shirt, making that the first time you didn’t see him fully composed and dressed to perfection.  

“Do you think I don’t know when you lie?” He asked you, a little smile widened on his plump lips and even that was a first time for you, that in three years you had never seen him smile; “Your voice trembles, a small wrinkle will form between your eyebrows and your gaze continually moves.”  

“He’s a careful observer.”  

“Only if it’s worth it.”  

“Oh God, this looks so much like a romantic movie scene. Please don’t tell me that now he shall declare his eternal love and that his being an asshole with me was only a tactic to win over me. ”  

The words came out of your mouth just before you could put a brake, leaving you completely astonished before him.  

You just called your boss an asshole, and if that will be the cause of your layoff, you’d hate yourself until your least breath.  

“My behavior as an asshole, as you called it, is due to the fact that I prefer to keep hanging the people who I think are talented.” He answered quietly, lifting an eyebrow with a frown amused.  

He looked like another person that night, he was even able to smile or use sarcasm. Did he was the same person at work that all of you always called “The Monster under the bed”?  

“And still Y/N, she’s certainly not an easy type.”  

“Excuse me?!?!”  

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” He whispered without answering your question, resting a small package on the balustrade and moving away, returning to the heavy atmosphere of the dinner.  

“How the hell did he know..”  

With your slightly trembling hand, you would take the package, undecided if you open it and give it a peek, or return to him immediately.  

You didn’t want any kind of gift, especially not from your boss that that night seemed to be switched with a sort of good twin.  

“Gifts are made to be open, Y/n”.  

His voice caught you by surprise, so much so that jolted and the glass in your hands fell disastrously to the ground.  

Crystal from who knows how many hundreds of won completely destroyed in a thousand pieces at your feet.  

“What do you want from me tonight, sir? I don’t understand! He even made me break a glass that maybe costs more than my dress! ”  

“I wanted to make sure you opened the gift. And don’t overreact, nothing costs more than your dress.. At least not the glass and silverware. I guess it’s Kibum’s choice or am I wrong? ”  

In hearing the name of your best friend getting out of his lips you blocked yourself completely, watching him seriously for the first time during the evening.  

“How do you know Kibum?”  

“Same schools.”  

“How small the world is. Anyway; ” You started, taking the package and stepping over the crystals on the floor,“ keep your gift as well. You’re my boss; nothing more than this. ” Gently You took his hand and rested the package on it, feeling the softness of his skin under the touch of your fingers. He had strangely small and chubby hands that for a moment completely stole your concentration.  

The umpteenth bow of the head and with slow steps you headed to the windows doors, rethinking only at that time to that only question that he had not answered.  

“What did you mean?”  

“When?” He asked you curiously, taking a couple of steps towards you.  

“When you said I’m not an easy type.”   The annoyance was blatant in your tone and he seemed to notice. Jinki was always aware of every little thing and after years still didn’t understand how he could do it.  

“What I said. First, you had this aspect that keeps everyone away. ”  

“Speaks the least approachable person in the world.” You puffed, crossing your arms over your chest.  

“Second, your intelligence scares everyone. You’re acute, refined and lethal when your begin to speak and everyone have fear when you’re near. ”  

“Huh, thank you.”  

“Third, you’ve a bad taste in dressing.”  

“Personal opinion, cannot be considered a test in favor of the thesis that I’m not an easy type.”  

“Fourth, you’re extraordinarily beautiful.”  

The only thing you didn’t expect him to say struck you in full, making you for a second stagger on the heels that Kibum had forced you to wear.  

His eyes were bent down and welcomed, indeed completed, the smile that he was addressing you at that time.  

The second smile in three years, it looked almost like a record.  

“I’m an asshole with you, more than with others because you are the same as me Y/N and it scares me. I’m not used to having someone matching up to me or reminding me that I can be weak too. I built that company out of nowhere, giving up everything. Family; friends, love. It was my choice and I didn’t regret it. But when I look at you, even if we have only four years of difference, I see me of many years ago. And I wonder how it would have been if I had made different choices. I’m so asshole with you because I hope one day you fire and you’re looking for something better, something that doesn’t break your wings in the way I’ve broken mine. ”  

His words were a blow to your heart more than his compliment, while your heart lost some beating and a strange warmth emerged on your cheeks.  

You were blushing but you didn’t understand the reason, while in spite of the desire to answer him you were completely unable to utter a word.  

“Y/N-ssi, you could do it all. Don’t make any trouble, don’t give up on everything, ” He added again to speak to you in a formal way, approaching you and with a quick gesture he took off the jacket of his suit.  

He gave it to you and slightly groggy you would accept it silently; gently laying it on your shoulders.  

You were a few inches away, thanks to the heels you were practically at his height, and at that moment you could see a totally different man in front of you. 

“What?”  

“I like to work for you sir, though sometimes your behaviors hurt me. I love the fact that you undertake so much for the rights of those who cannot defend themselves. Despite the bad times, the waivers, the tiredness.. Working for you is something that makes me happy. ”  

“Now you’ll declare your love, Y/N-ssi?”  

“We’re not in a movie for teenagers, sir. I’m sorry to disappoint your dreams. ” Smiling you turned and it was your time to leave him, who remained to stare with an amused smile even though just hinted.  

You had just returned to the salon when someone joined you, letting something slip into the jacket pocket you wore.  

Your boss outdo you, turning just with his head just to watch you. He pointed his finger at the jacket pocket, making you a little nod and disappearing almost immediately in the crowd.  

No, at that time you preferred Lee Jinki’s asshole version. Sighing you reached the mysterious object, what else was your birthday present.  

A little smile drew onto your lips, but you decide that it was not the right place to open it.  

Especially not under his gaze because you knew, actually you were totally sure, that in some way he was always ready to grasp even the smallest details around him.