about your stupid face

When you have mad crushes on someone but they have no idea so you just

Originally posted by satanariez

Who could ever love me?

Summary - You’re never born hating yourself. You are taught to despise yourself by others and its something that follows you as you grow older. So the moment the man you’ve fallen in love with tells you he feels the same way you don’t believe him because how could anyone love you? 
Is he able to change your mind?
Words -  2,250
Pairing - Bucky X Reader
Warnings - Angst at the start, a somewhat fluffy ending (what is fluff? I sure as hell don’t know mwhaha) Self-hate and childhood bullying. 
A/N - Okay so every example given in this fic is something that I have experienced first hand. I ended up writing this at 3am when I couldn’t sleep and I felt like shit so here you go hahaha. Leave my stupid face some feedback, I love hearing from you all.

Originally posted by avevasolobisognodiamore

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Self-hate has always been a fickle thing with you. Berating yourself until your eyes are burning and your cheeks are rubbed raw from the constant wiping. Refusing to look at your reflection no matter what because the second your eyes fall on your face the world is torn from beneath your feet with whispered jokes and harsh giggles from every direction. Sobbing in changing rooms with armfuls of clothes – none of which look remotely attractive on you – trying so hard to hold yourself together because your friends are waiting outside for you.

Self-hate is never something that you’re born with, it’s something imprinted on your flesh like a brand on cattle. Its burned into the deepest parts of your mind whilst you’re growing up. Starting with the way that your class mates purposely exclude you from group games at playtime. Or the way that you were always last to be picked for a team game because no one wants you. It starts when people whisper barley audible jokes about the way you look when you walk past them in the hall, or on the street.

It carries on was you get older and move through the years, with the way that groups of teenage boys dare their friends to ask you out as a joke and laugh when you think there serious, they laugh at the hopeful glee which fills your eyes because someone likes you right? It continues when you sit and eat you lunch alone because no one wants to associate themselves with you, or been seen near you for that matter.

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The “Exchange” Program #2

Originally posted by pjmjjk

#1

Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/n: Please give me feedback it helps me a LOT


“Really? Poohbear?” he sighed.

First you were confused at the sudden mention of the cute character then it hit you, it literally hit you. You felt the slight cold breeze hit your lower exposed butt cheeks realising that you had just flashed the poor boy.

“Seriously you never fail to entertain me, kitten” he chuckled letting go of your hips.

You scurried off of him and ran to your room leaving him in a chuckling mess, you looked in the mirror and silently cussed to yourself.

“Of all days you had to wear underwear that looked like it belonged to a child” you whispered quickly getting changed into sweats and climbing into your bed grabbing the silver laptop and opening Netflix.

Clicking on the familiar show, you slowly felt your eyes get droopy and heavy. Before you knew you it you were out like a nightlight.


“C’mon you idiot, wake up!” 

You heard a raspy voice yell at you, you felt your sides being shook making you open your eyes to see Jungkook staring at you furiously.

“What!?” you groaned sitting up.

“Your bitch ass cat pissed on my bed whilst I was sleeping!!” he shouted angrily.

Looking at your laptop you realised you had missed two episodes of the show show you were currently binging, groaning to yourself you swung your legs out of your bed and slipped on your slippers.

“Crap, I missed two episodes” you groaned out to him.

“Your cat literally pissed on my face and you’re worried about your stupid show!?” His remark made you burst out into laughter.

“Wait…Fifi actually pissed on your…face?” you laughed pointed at him.

“Ha Ha its all jokes till you get pissed on” he snickered, pushing you into his room


Cleaning up the mess that your cat made, Jungkook collapsed onto his bed. You scratched Fifi on the head and praised her for her actions.

“You’re praising her? After what she did to me?” he questioned.

“Yes, yes I a-” you were cut of by feeling something wet being thrown on your face. You peeled off the paper towel to realise it was the towel you had used to wipe Fifi’s piss.

“YOU FREAK!!!” You shouted throwing the towel on the floor and running to the shared bathroom.

“Not so fun now is it?” Jungkook snickered folding his arms and heading back to his bed.

“Ew Ew Ew”


You opened the door to your car and buckled your seat belt waiting for Jungkook, you were not having a good day. You woke up two hours before you usually do, there was no more coffee since your dad drank it all yesterday and it was the fist day of school.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” he said as he climbed into the passengers seat.

“Trust me when I say this, you don’t want to mess with me” you retorted, driving off in the direction of your school.

“You drive like my granny” he remarked, sticking his leg up on the dashboard of the car. You reached over and shoved his leg off of it and smiled at him.

 “I’m sorry but is there anyway for you to not be a total pain in the ass?” He put both of his legs up on the dashboard.

“I don’t think thats possible poohbear”

You glared at him because of the sudden use of the nick name that will forever haunt you.

“Can we pretend that never happened?” you pleaded parking the car into the school car park. You looked over to see him exiting the vehicle, you sighed in not getting your answer and got out yourself.


Walking to your locker you spotted your best friend waiting for you, a smile plastered on her face. You see it drop when you reach her, you follow where her eyes are averted to.

I guess he’s going to be a pain in the ass here too.

“Omg” Ally blurts, the smile appearing on her face. Ally wasn’t as intelectual as you were, she was smart and definitely was not one of the burn outs of the year. She was no doubt more popular then you, she was the type to gossip about parties and boys. You didn’t really feel the need to gossip, it was irrelevant to you. She was often asked why she stayed with you, and sometimes you wondered also.

“What?” you asked opening your locker and piled all of your books into it.

“Him. Who is he?” she pointed to Jungkook, watching him intensely as he shoved the black notebooks into the blue locker. You rolled your eyes at the colour of the books.

‘Typical, the bad boy is too bad for colours’ you thought and got out your math text book and English lit note book.

“That is the asshole, also known as Jungkook” you slammed your locker shut.

“He’s my new exchange student, he’s staying with me for a year. Personally it’s too long in my opinion” you smiled at her.

“Hey guys” Mia’s voice rings through your ears, as she gives you and Ally a big smile, she follow’s Ally’s eyes and see what she was staring at. Instantly her mouth gapes a bit.

“Who?” she asks.

“Y/n’s new exchange student. He’s staying for a year” Ally pipes up turning to you and Mia.

“She think’s a year is too much” Ally roles her eyes and smiles at you. 

“What!? Having that hottie living with you for a year is not enough!” Mia shouts causing Ally to laugh and to you frown.

“He’s a complete ass Mia, He threw cat piss on me last night!! Which did not help me sleep at all. There was no coffee, I did not sleep one wink and to top it off HE marked my dashboard in my car!! Do you know how hard it is to get shoe marks off!?!” you shouted at Ally and Mia, causing to get stares from passing students.

You huffed opening your eyes to find Jungkook staring at the three of you, smiling to himself.

“Did he just hear all of that?” you whispered to Ally, she nodded her head and laughed to herself.

“Hey Poohbear” you heard Jungkook laugh, walking towards your friends and you. You saw the girls stand still, afraid to embarrass themselves.

“What?” You huffed the piece of hair that was in your face. 

He grabbed your books and looked at the timetable you had stuck to your laptop cover.

“Hey we have the same classes!” he cheered.

“You’re kidding me? You’re that smart to be AP?” you questioned him, a confused look clearly presented on your face.

“I hope you know apart of being an exchange student, you do have to have good grades” he chuckled lightly to himself. You were speechless.

“C’mon, show me where the classes are” he walked off with your timetable, you ran after him making your friends follow the two of you.

“Why does he call you Poohbear?” Mia asks.

“Long story”


“Alright who can solve this equation?” Mr Clark, spun around on his heel. Your hand instantly shot up.

“Great! A classic showdown, how exciting!?” he clapped his hands clearly feeling ecstatic. You turned to see who you were up against and it was none other then Mr. Bad Boy himself.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you whispered to yourself, getting up causing the chair to drag out with you.

You got to the board, a red marker in your hand ready to write the answer. You looked over to Jungkook to see a craze look in his eyes.

“And…go!” Mr Clark clapped.

You wrote down your answer faster then lightening…but so did Jungkook.

“Let’s see who takes home the prize” Mr Clark looked at the equations, you smiled to yourself, confident with your answer.

“And the winner is the exchange student!” He shouted.

Everybody hollered and clapped. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, you slumped back into your seat. Mia and Ally patting you on the back, you dug your head into your arms wishing the day to be over.


Soon it was lunch. You walked over to where Ally and Mia were, you saw the two familiar boys at your tables. You smiled and ran quickly to the boys.

“Mark!! Jackson!!” You scream, getting taken into Jackson’s arm. “I missed you pup!” Jackson exclaimed hugging you tightly then letting you go to hug Mark.

“I missed you too pup!” Mark shouted lifting you off the ground.

You laughed and sat down with them, you took a bite of your apple and put it down.

“How was China you two?” you asked Mark and Jackson they nodded their heads in unison.

“It was good” Jackson said.

“That’s it? You went to China and that’s all you have to say?” You laugh and sip your orange juice.

Mark laughed, “How were your holidays?” he asked taking a bite of the pizza.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Nothing eventful” you sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” Mia gasped causing Jackson and Mark to turn their heads towards her.

“What?” Jackson pipes

“She got a new exchange student. He’s so hot…and smart too!” Ally pipes up as well.

The door opened to the dining hall showing a handsome man, and you guessed it, it is Jungkook.

All you could hear were giggles and sighs.

“That’s him” Ally announced.

“Thats him!?” Mark exclaims.

“Yeah, Why do you seem so shocked?” You questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just…I know him” Mark whispers to you, leaning closely so only you could hear.

“How do you know him?” you hesitated to ask the question, afraid of the answer that would come.

“Y/n, please be careful around him” Mark warned.

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write something about ace Dex feeling really insecure about his and Nursey's relationship because Nursey is giving up something that everyone seems to think is so damn important, and it feels really unequal because Dex isn't giving up anything like that for Nursey. (Not that I'm projecting really, really hard or anything.)

I just want to say this, anon: if your partner makes you feel like this at all, if they don’t support you, or your asexuality) in your relationship, you need to look out for yourself and leave them. Nothing good can come from it. Also, sorry it took a bit, you kind of caught me at the worst time for this particular prompt.

“Y’all, full disclosure: I miss Jack, like a lot, but I miss the sex so much.” Bitty took another sip of his beer.

There wasn’t any particular occasion for them to be drinking, but they were anyway. Dex thought that getting drunk at 5pm on a Thursday was pretty dumb, but Holster insisted he be there. Team bonding or some shit. He was nursing his second beer, but everyone else seemed just this side of tipsy; somehow the conversation always turned to sex when they were tipsy.

Fuck, he wished Nursey was there. Stupid goddamn evening lab. Only twenty more minutes.

Holster nodded sagely. “Sex is very important in a relationship.”

Bitty and Ransom nodded along, but Tango, the only one who wasn’t drinking, looked just as uncomfortable as Dex felt. “So, um. Why exactly is sex important in a relationship?”

“It’s not,” Dex muttered, and snorted into his beer bottle. Anything that was about to come out of Holster’s mouth, Dex had heard before. Hell, most of the reasons sex was important to a relationship were things he told himself, over and over. Reasons he repeated to himself late at night why he was a horrible boyfriend. Things he used to justify his insistence to Nursey that they should break up.

Dex wanted to believe that sex wasn’t important, he really did. It was hard for him to resolve the fact that he didn’t want sex, he had no sexual attraction to anyone (even his own fucking boyfriend), and the fact that he was going to agree with anything Holster was going to say.

“Look, no offense to you and Nursey or anything, but sex is an essential part of a relationship. It brings a level of trust and intimacy that you just can’t get any other way.”

Dex shook his head, but couldn’t find the words to argue. Instead, he drained his beer, threw the bottle onto the recycling bin, and grabbed another from the center of the table. Tango nodded along, but still looked confused. A confused Tango could only mean one thing: he had a question.

“Okay, but sex just seems like… grunting and sweating and kind of a big mess. What’s intimate about that?”

Bitty leaned forward, sloshing a bit of beer on the table and ignoring it. “Well, you’re lettin’ someone else see you that way, ain’t ya?”

Holster gestured widely toward Bitty. “Exactly! And you have to trust that your partner isn’t going to call you on it, or tell you how your o-face looks stupid, or make a comment about your weird body hair.”

“Got a lot of problems with weird body hair, Holster?” Dex checked his watch again. Ten minutes until Nursey was back. He could handle that (maybe even without smacking someone).

Tango nodded, still with that confused look on his face. “Okay, so why is it no offense to Dex and Nursey?”

Before anyone else could answer that question, because frankly Dex didn’t think anyone could answer that question at the moment without being totally insensitive and horrible about it, Dex intercepted and said, “Nursey and I are dating, and I’m asexual. We don’t have sex. And so when everyone says ‘no offense’, what they really mean is that they don’t think Nursey and my relationship is as valid as theirs.”

Just like he expected, a chorus of voices erupted when he finished speaking. Bitty, Holster, and Ransom’s voices all overlapped.

“Now, hold on a sec-”

“C’mon Poindexter, you-”

“That’s not fair, bruh-”

He stopped them all with a glare. “You can argue about it all you want, but I know that’s what you honestly think. And you can say it to me all you want, but if you decide to pull this shit in front of Nursey, who’s the one giving up such a huge thing or whatever, then I will personally kick every one of your asses. Got it?”

Everyone immediately shut up. Dex knew he looked just this side of too intense, but he was so sick of trying to defend their relationship to everyone. He was sick of everyone implying that what they had was less, when they didn’t even realize that’s what they were doing.

The thing was, he could handle it. He was used to it, and even though he hated to admit it, he even believed some of it. But there was no way that Dex would let Nursey have to be the one to deal with that bullshit. Nursey, who was already giving up so much to be in a relationship with him, who got enough insecurity about having to give up sex from Dex himself, who shouldn’t have to be told that that sacrifice made him less somehow.

The Haus door closing cut through the silence. The stomp of heavy boots and clinking of buckles on his messanger bag let Dex know that his boyfriend was back.

Nursey walked up behind Dex and pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “Got out early. What’s up, babe?”

Dex stood up from his chair and grabbed Nursey’s hand, pulling him away from the crowd. He wished it was next year already so that they would have a room to go to, but it wasn’t and they didn’t. He considered leading Nursey to the basement, which had become something of a safe space for him, but decided that he’d rather go upstairs, to Chowder’s room. Chowder spent more time with Caitlin than at the Haus, anyway.

Once they got behind closed doors, Dex pulled Nursey into a tight hug, burying his face between his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder. He could only be so angry about the casual aphobia before it all fell away and he just felt… sad. And he had used up all his anger.

The feeling of Nursey’s big hands rubbing along his back was equal parts comforting and upsetting. He already gave up so much for Dex, and Dex just kept asking him for more, and more, and more. And what was he giving up for Nursey? A big fat fucking nothing.

He squeezed tighter, sure that it was uncomfortable for his boyfriend at this point. “I’m sorry I’m a shitty boyfriend.”

Nursey pulled back, enough to look at Dex. He unwrapped one of his arms from Dex’s back and cradled his face. “Hey, woah. What’s this all about?”

Dex shook his head, trying to look away, to look anywhere but Nursey’s face. He felt like the open concern and love on his boyfriend’s face was tearing his heart straight out of his chest. He didn’t deserve a look like that.

Nursey tried to catch his eyes, but gave up when it was obvious that Dex wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, he pressed a kiss to Dex’s temple and pulled him back against his chest. Dex could feel him breath a deep sigh.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Will. But I need you to trust me more than you trust the intrusive thoughts about this, okay? You are not a bad boyfriend. You don’t get to decide what being a good boyfriend means to me. Nobody but me gets to do that. And I love you, every little bit of you. Got it?”

Dex nodded. He wanted to trust Nursey, and he would try, but it would take time. The one thing he did know, though, was that Nursey would stick around for as long as it took. And that he was so fucking lucky for it.

Never judge a book by its cover

A/N: That’s a story I have written so long ago, just never knew how to end it until an hour ago; Enjoy.

Words count: 1900 ish

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Talk about breast augmentation, body shaming, slight smut.

Originally posted by idealweightjensenacklesontopofme

Dean stared at the assistant he was asking some informations to. She has the widest low cut she could possibly wear at a work place, making her breasts looking like they were about to get out of her top. And had you never seen boobs as big as she had.

She had pretty much the body of one of those manga or hentai girl and hell, she was totally stunning, you thought.

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Mark’s Kiss - Pt. 2 of Mark’s “Types of Kisses” Series

Originally posted by j-miki

member: mark
rating: nc-17
genre: smut
word count: 2987

A/N: And here’s part 2 that someone requested!! Thank you for your support, everyone <3 You can read Part One here.

I also have a treat inside for you! Be sure to put your name in the box and hit submit for a more immersive read. (It only works if you’re on my page, and using a browser with javescript enabled.)

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I’m Such an Idiot||Daniel Seavey||Why Don’t We Imagine

@ashleyyy0330117 Again, thanks for the idea, Ash ;)


You walk into Walmart with a skip in your step. You hadn’t expected your roommate to suggest a late summer house party, but the idea excited you immensely. She had sent you out to get decorations, food, and drinks for the event and you had accepted happily. You peruse the aisles slowly, taking your time in each one. You’re in the chip section when you notice a group of six boys around your age. One on a hoverboard in particularly catches your eye. His tall, lanky figure makes him stand out from the rest of his friends. He wears a black hat, casting a shadow over his face as he laughs with his friends. The six of them make a ruckus in the store, distracting you completely of what you came here to do. You shake your head and continue shopping. 

You can’t seem to escape these boys. Everywhere you go, they seem to be one aisle away. You see three of them make their way to the toy section, where they put on these ridiculous animal heads and record themselves dancing in them. You have to hold back a laugh and suppress a smile while walking away. 

You walk slowly in the snack aisle, keeping your eyes on the shelves as you debate in your head what you should get. “Ouch!” You yelp as something hits your backside. You spin around in a flurry to see the tall boy from earlier. He’s wide eye in shock, his mouth hanging open. His hands are on a shopping cart (which he hit you with) and he’s still standing on his hoverboard. His friends stand at the head of the aisle, hands over their mouths, trying to hide their laughter. 

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” The boy says sincerely. He pulls the cart away and gets off his hoverboard. “Are you okay? God, I’m such an idiot!” He says it so apologetically. You realize that this was clearly an accident and smile up the boy in front of you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just watch where you’re going next time.” You giggle at the shock displayed on his face. His blue eyes sparkle when they meet yours, his face lighting up. He smiles, showing a gap between his two front teeth. “What? Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, suddenly asking yourself if there’s something on your face. 

“It’s - it’s just that you’re so beautiful.” He stares at you, making you blush and look away from his gaze. 

“Thank you.” You say, peering down at your shoes. The boy looms above you, probably at least a head taller. He lets out a shaky laugh, scratching the back of his head. 

“I’m Daniel by the way.” He extends a hand. Shaking it, you realize how tiny yours are in comparison.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you… even if you hit me with a shopping cart.” You smile at Daniel’s cheery laugh. 

“I’m actually happy about my clumsiness for once. Don’t usually get to meet pretty girls at Walmart.” He winks at you, making your face flush red again.

“Are you happy about your stupidness, too?” Daniel’s curly-haired friend shouts from around the corner, followed by a series of shushing noises you can only assume were made by his other friends. It’s Daniel’s turn to blush now. He scratches the back of his head, looking down at the floor. You smile, realizing that is must be a nervous habit. 

Daniel looks up at you with a full smile. You adore the gap in his front teeth, and the unmistakable little dimples on his cheeks. You’ve never been so happy to be hit by anything in your life.  

anonymous asked:

Hi! Congrats for the 1K followers! You deserves much more seriously! You are amazing! Also, can I ask for a scenario with Seungcheol (he is destroying me lately *cries*) with quote #2 and theme #16 Thank you in advance and sorry for my poor English *cries*

Thank you so much! Your English is great! Here’s a first fight with Seungcheol and the quote “Do you trust me?”

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Seungcheol makes a ridiculous effort to be the perfect boyfriend in the early days of your relationship. He makes all the right moves according to every romantic cliche in the book. And, honestly, it’s sweet to see how hard he tries to keep you happy.

But, eventually, it wears a little bit thin. You feel like he’s putting too much stress on being perfect and forgetting to be himself.

When you turn up over a half hour late to the cafe you’re meant to be meeting him at, fully aware he has a time sensitive day with a lot of stuff to do, it ends up being the turning point in your early relationship.

“I’m so sorry, Cheol,” you gasp, panting a little after running the last distance from the bus stop. “I missed the first bus and my phone died so I couldn’t text and say. I can’t believe you waited so long!”

You can tell he’s pissed right away. There’s annoyance hiding in the edges of his rather-forced smile. But he shakes his head.

“It’s fine, baby. Let’s just order, okay?” And he turns sharply to his menu.

“Seungcheol, it’s not fine, is it?” you bite your lip, regarding him with worry. “Did I mess up your whole schedule. I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” he forces a smile again. A clear lie. 

“For god’s sake, don’t lie to me.” you snap. You see shock cross his face, and he frowns.

“I’m not lying.” he insists, but the annoyance is clear on his face now, brought out by your words. “Why would I lie?”

You sigh, take a deep breath, wondering if you should finally say something.

“Do you trust me?” you ask.

“Of course I trust you, Y/N.” he says in frustration. “What kind of question-”

“Then just be honest with me, Cheol.” you plead. “Life isn’t perfect, okay? You don’t have to be perfect. You can let me know when you’re annoyed. You can let yourself relax around me. I promise it won’t change the way I feel about you. In fact, if you’re being yourself, it can only make me love you more.”

“Y/N, that’s- you’re-” he splutters, “I don’t know what you mean!”

“I was late, and you’re mad about it!” you say, perhaps a little too harshly, but you’re so annoyed with his stubbornness. “I didn’t even contact you and you spent this whole time worried I’d left you without a single word, right? So let me know! We can talk about it! Don’t bottle it up because you think that’s what a perfect boyfriend is meant to do!”

“Fine!” he snaps, finally letting go of his anger as you raise your voice at him. “I’m mad! Are you happy? I told you how busy I was today, and we squeezed this date into the gaps in my schedule, and it was agonizing waiting around thinking you’d forgotten all about me when all I wanted today was to see your stupid face! I’ve been working so hard lately all I needed was some time with the person I love most in the world, and I just spent the last half hour feeling like you didn’t even care about me!

On the last sentence, his voice breaks, tears fill his eyes. He wipes them away, embarrassed, and you smile your softest most affectionate smile.

“There,” you say gently. “Doesn’t it feel better to talk about it?”

Begrudgingly, he nods, jaw still tight with annoyance.

“I am sorry for being late,” you say, reaching out to take his hand, which he gladly accepts, muscles relaxing like you have a healing touch. “Like I said, I missed the bus. I’ll try to remember to charge my phone in the future so I can keep you updated. If you’re pressured for time, we could get our drinks to take away, and I’ll walk you back to the Pledis building?”

“That would be good,” he agrees, squeezing your hand. 

“Thanks for trusting me, Cheol.”

“Thanks for making me talk about it.” he says, and then he chuckles. “You know, that was kind of our first fight?”

“I hope we have more in the future,” you say with a wink, and his laugh is bright and genuine again. 

FANFIC CONTEST "IF I FELL"

Rating: General
Warning notes: none

“Mr. McCartney, this is for you.”
Paul turned towards the boy on their dressing room’s door. He was very young, probably new here, and already involved in the set-up of Wings’s first gig in New York. It was perfectly clear the reverential respect in his eyes. It was something Paul had seen many times by now, and still he had never gotten used to.
He got up, walking away for a moment from his new band and his daughters, who were playing very noisily. Paul went to the boy, who seemed very scared of interrupting their post-gig party. In his hands there was a basket full of presents: some flowers, a box of chocolate and many letters and packages.
“Who sends it?” Paul asked, picking up the basket.
“Your fans, sir, they left them in the entry.”
“Thanks… um…”
“Michael, sir, my name’s Michael.” The boy answered right away.
“Thank you very much, Michael.” Paul said with a wink, “Very kind of you.”
Michael smiled briefly, and with a nod he went away.
Paul chuckled to himself and started to look around his presents. He put the flowers aside, while chocolate went with the other food. He would have read the letters later, but the packages aroused his curiosity. After all he knew that some fans were very original about choosing what to give him. By now he had an enviable collection with all sorts of plushies and female underwear. It was funny when he was younger and single, but now he was married with a family, and it was a little bit inappropriate. Fortunately Linda became used to it quite soon. She perfectly knew who she was married to!
Amongst all those presents, though, there was something very soft which drew his attention. He immediately took it in his hands and started to unwrapped it.
The chatter of his bandmates and the shrieks of his daughters became just a muffled noise all round him, when he ended up with a shirt in his hands.
A red checked shirt.
*****
“And how much will you stay away?”
Paul was sitting on John’s bed, gently strumming his guitar while he was staring at his mate stuffing clothes in a little rucksack. John was about to leave for Durness.
“Don’t worry, Macca. I’ll see your stupid face in just a week.”
“Mm.”
Paul mumbled, bending his head, and John stopped immediately to look at him with a very clever smile. He knew very well what was in his bandmate’s little head.
“Please, not again, Paul.”
“What?” Paul asked, looking at him curiously.
“You’re going to be a fucking pansy. Again.”
Paul pouted, outraged, resting his guitar aside, “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are, I know you by now. You’re going to say you’ll be missing me and that you hope I’ll come back soon.”
John laughed, teasing him, and Paul snorted, crossing his arms on his chest, “Go fuck yourself, Lennon. I heartily recommend it.”
“I’ll gladly do it. But, first of all, I’ll ask you a favour.”
“My arse!” Paul mumbled, pouting deeply.
“That’ll be wonderful. Maybe later, Paulie. At the moment I was thinking something less entertaining. And if you’ll do it for me, I promise I’ll tell you something beautiful.”
The promise John was offering him was quite tempting and it worked: Paul turned to look at him, lifting an eyebrow.
“What is it?”
“Well, do me a favour first, and then I’ll tell you. I’m not so stupid, am I?”
The boy on the bed sighed, defeated, “Let’s see.”
“Could you bring me that pair of white jeans in the closet, please?”
“That’s all? What’s the matter with you? Your Highness is too exhausted for a little walk?”
It was literally just a walk, two fucking steps, Paul thought dragging himself on his feet.
“Hey, someone is working really hard here and it’s not you. And, I’m sorry for asking you, sir, but haven’t you come here to help me?
“I came just to say goodbye, that’s all. Now I’m regretting it.”
John giggled, getting back to his task: putting clothes, underwear and anything else in the suitcase.
Paul opened the closet and looked for John’s white jeans on the shelves. He hated those jeans. John was irresistible with them on, and Paul have seen him pulling too many birds in Liverpool. Did he have to bring those to Durness? Why couldn’t he choose something else?
Biting his lower lip to hold back his sudden jealousy attack, Paul tried to focus on his task. When he saw the jeans, he reached for them and started to pull back, but his attention was caught by something else. It was the well-known colour of a roughly folded shirt, hidden between the messy and crumpled clothes.
He immediately recognised that shirt: it was the same shirt John was wearing when they met for the first time three years ago. Three long, wonderful, perfect years ago.
Paul grabbed it and stared, unaware he had a very stupid smile on his lips. He was caught up remembering that day, how fucking awesome was seeing John playing and singing for the first time, how Paul was thrilled while he was performing in front of someone that looked like bloody Elvis. So when John called him, Paul jumped.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing.” Paul said, trying to hide his embarrassment, “I just found this one.”
“So what?”
John’s confused look made him worrying.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
“I remember it’s a terrible shirt.” John pointed out, looking at it with a sneer, “How the fuck could I even wear it?”
Paul sighed and looked the shirt with a very deep desire, “If you don’t like it anymore, can I take it?”
“Don’t even talk about it. At least you must tell me first what it should remind me. I have to know what sort of relic I’m giving away.”
“Well, if you don’t remember it, maybe it’s not important for you. Don’t you think?” Paul asked very disappointed, throwing the jeans across his face.
John stared to Paul’s pout for a while, then he walked over him and pushed the boy on the bed.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” Paul complained, trying to get up again.
All his efforts were useless, John was faster and climbed on him, pinning him down against the mattress with his body’s weight.
“I am a fucking egocentric and forgetful prick, Paul! Tell me now and don’t act like a fucking pansy. It’s just so stupid.”
“Me.” Paul burst out, “It has to remind you of me.”
John seemed to think about it very well, before he had an enlightenment, and then he smiled.
“Oh, yeah, it’s that shirt, isn’t it?”
Paul curled his lips in a deeper pout, and looked away towards the shirt. It has slipped away from his hands when John had grabbed his wrists.
“Paul, you’re so cute when you’re mad at me, but please, don’t be.”
Paul just ignored him.
“Come on, you know how I am. It’s not really my fault, is it?” John mumbled, holding the tip of Paul’s nose between his fingers.
Paul sighed, “Sadly.”
John bend down, rubbing his face against Paul’s soft cheek, “Please, smile for your good old Johnny.”
Paul turned to look at him again and stared at John’s begging little smile, so close to Paul that the younger lad shivered unconsciously in his arms.
“All right then, cheeky bastard.”
John seemed satisfied when Paul smiled at him. Finally.
“However I can’t really give it to you, now. I perfectly remember its sentimental value.” John said grabbing the shirt with a hand and hiding it behind his back.
“It’s not fair.”
“It’s mine, after all. Perfectly fair. Why the hell do you want it anyway?”
“Because I like it and it reminds me of you.”
“You don’t need this to remember me, do you?” John whispered on Paul’s lips.
The younger lad stared at that sweet and familiar mouth with longing, mumbling something very stupid, “Do I?”
John shook his head, and then he went down and kissed him, tenderly and passionately, so much that Paul was left with red cheeks and out of breath.
Maybe, maybe!, John managed to make him forget about that bloody shirt.
“And… mm… that was the beautiful thing you had to tell me?”
But not that, apparently.
What a memory, Macca!
“Yeah, that was it, stupid git.”
“It wasn’t exactly something to tell, was it?”
And then John laughed, before kissing him again and again.
“Really, Paul, how fucking fussy you are?”
And again and again…
*****
Paul held the shirt in his hands.
The memory, even if so far away, was still so vivid and alive that raised powerful feelings in him. Feelings that would have overwhelmed him right now and then, if Linda didn’t come along.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing, darling. Present from some fan.”
Linda stared at the shirt with a smile, before turning towards her husband, “They never gave you a shirt, did they?”
“No.” Paul said with a smile, “Never.”
The woman giggled and picked up one of the chocolates boxes for the girls.
Paul looked again at the shirt, noticing a little note that was sticking out from the small pocket. He immediately took it to read it, even if he already knew what was written on.
And most important, who had written it.
‘Happy anniversary, Paul.’

ask--killianjones  asked:

(Au) Milah, lo- I know you don't want to see me and I wouldn't dare to ask something of you now except it's for Henry.

Stop looking at me with those remorseful eyes I’m still furious with you and it’s hard to keep being so when you look at me with those eyes you jerk.

Have they put out the flyers already? How did you find me when I’ve only just gotten the job?

Henry? As in…my grandson Henry? Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?

And…I’m sorry. I thought you’d told him why I’d left. And when I realized you hadn’t it was too late. And I needed my best friend. He’s angry but doesn’t hate you, and I…just thought you should know because I don’t hate you either he’s your brother and I didn’t want you unprepared for it.

Live and Let... Love?

Summary: Sometimes, going out of your comfort zone is worth it in the long run (Fluffy/Kinda Angst-y??)

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, self-esteem issues (?), Modern AU

Request: 49 and 50 with john laurens (x reader) (anon)

Tags: @psychedemigod for editing and looking over this! You are a literal blessing, thank you so much @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens I gotchu babe!

A/N: Here it is. The long awaited for first fic. Wow, this is exhilerating! Go easy on me, but feedback and *constructive* criticism is perfectly okay! Prompt list that the request is from is here. Also, listen to this for the full ~immersion~ effect

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“Hey, barkeep! Another round over ‘ere!”

You placed a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. He whipped around with a drunken grin spread across his face. With a stern look, you said, “Laf, don’t you think you all have had enough? I don’t need barf all over my backseat.” Oh, why did you ever agree to be their designated driver? He tipped his head back and laughed heartily, the sound loud in the almost empty bar.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand, mon amie. Tonight is the night we let everything go. I think we deserve a little fun, no?” He kissed you sloppily on the cheek, but you just shook your head - although, you couldn’t help but be amused. You’ve learned that the gang unleashed a whole other side when they were drunk. Alex, the usually loud-mouthed bother, was sweet and attention-seeking. Was that him cuddling with Seabury? Hercules proved to be an amazing dancer, with Burr as his partner. As for John… Usually, he was a quiet boy, not one known for being ‘outgoing.’ But put a couple shots of tequila in him… well.

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So I a while ago I bought this mug. It has an illustration on it of the main cast of Ao no Exorcist, which is also featured in the IROIRO art book, but back then that wasn’t out yet.
And the preview pictures nearly gave me a heart attack, because in the store preview it really
really
REALLY
looked like Shiro was flipping off Mephisto’s smug ass.


But unfortunately as it turns out he’s just doing that blessing gesture thing. Two fingers. Though paired with such a glare it makes me think he’s considering lowering his index finger…

Their fucking faces, man.

Mephisto: “Look, I have all my precious little puppets running towards my unknown goal and you can’t do anything about it ‘cuz you’re dead, gnehehehe~”
Shiro: “Shut your stupid face right now or I swear I’ll recite myself back to life to personally shove this gun up your ass.”

(Also apparently they have rifles in heaven. They’ve added some upgrades since the whole flaming sword era.)


PS- This is the full illustration:

“Buddy”. ~Fic.

~Nct’s Yuta. 

~Yuta X Reader.

Summary: You and Yuta had the kind of friendship that constantly made people wonder if you were dating. You kinda were but weren’t at the same time. Whenever someone asked either of you, the answer was always ‘it’s complicated’. When you accidently call Yuta your boyfriend while calling your mother, things really do get complicated. 

You were hanging out at the Nct dorm with Yuta and the other members. You were cuddled up to Yuta’s side when your phone suddenly rang. Detangling yourself from Yuta’s limbs, you excused yourself to answer the call. You stepped into the kitchen, pushing the door shut behind you. Except, it didn’t close properly, leaving it open just a crack and you were too preoccupied to notice.

You answered your mother’s call, giving her your usual answers to her numerous and never-ending questions. You leant against the nearest counter, your back to the door.. You’d been there for a while, lost in the conversation so Yuta decided to check on you. As he stepped into the room, your mother asked where you were right now. 

“Oh I’m just at my boyfriend Yuta’s dorm.” 

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, your face instantly heating up. Yuta froze the second the word boyfriend left your mouth. You quickly told your mother you had to go and hung up, still unaware of Yuta’s presence. You placed your phone down and covered your face with your hands, muttering about how stupid you were. Your rambling was interrupted by Yuta’s loud laugh. You turned around and stared at him with wide eyes. It was then you realised that he must have been there the entire time and that means, he heard everything. You laughed awkwardly and decided that instead of addressing what just happened, you were going to completely ignore it. 

“Hey there buddy,” you blurted and instantly regretted it. Yuta smirked and rolled his eyes.

“Buddy? Really Y/N?” he laughed. 

“Em….yeah?”

He shook his head and sighed in frustration.

“You finally admitted that we’re dating, then call me buddy? You’re so weird Y/N, why am I dating you?”

The way he said all that so casually surprised you. When the hell did you start dating? Yuta noticed how confused you looked and was taken back by it.

“Did you not….I mean didn’t you notice that I have feelings for you? I literally cling to you the second I see you, how could you not know?”

“I really don’t know,” you shrugged. 

“Let me ask you this. Do you like me? Like that way? Even though I’m pretty sure you do, I need to hear you say it.” Yuta crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at you while trying to contain his excitement. You sighed dramatically but smiled sidely while doing so. “Nakamoto Yuta of Nct, I like you, that way.“ You grinned widely as you said it, blushing like crazy but you honestly couldn’t care less. Yuta smiled mischeviously. “Aw buddy, it’s cute that you’ve got a crush on me. Really, it is.” You attempted to glare at him but ended up looking like a kicked puppy instead. Yuta laughed and closed the distance between you two. He placed his right hand on your cheek, his left hand on your waist and pulled you against him, then placed a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, as he right hand travelled down your back to rest at your waist. The kiss didn’t last as long as you would have liked, because it was interupted by two very excitable Chinese boys, who were howling with laughter over the fact that you called Yuta buddy. You rolled your eyes, pulled away from Yuta and went to scold the children.

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (The Epilogue: Part A)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 3510

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: I’m so sad that this story is over, as I’ve had so much fun writing it! However, hopefully this epilogue answers your questions :) thank you for all of your support and lovely feedback!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20]

THE EPILOGUE: PART A

Post-draft Interview with Auston Matthews, June 24th, 2016

Auston is sitting down in front of a microphone, against the press-room wallpaper stamped with the “NHL Draft - Buffalo 2016” logos. He’s wearing a Maple Leafs jersey and hat. Calmly, he looks out at all the interviewers, his hands neatly folded around the microphone.

INTERVIEWER 1: Auston, first of all, congratulations. Can you tell us what it was like when they called your name out? How did it feel to put on the Maple Leafs jersey?

AUSTON: It was a really special moment for sure. Putting on the jersey was a dream come true; Toronto is such a storied franchise, and I’m really honoured to be a part of it.

INTERVIEWER 2: Auston, you had the chance to represent your country in the National Team Development Program for two years, which meant you took part in the prestigious training camp and world championships. What did that do for your development getting ready to go pro in Zurich and now with the Maple Leafs?

AUSTON: It was huge for me. I mean, these have been two of the best years of my life. You get so close with those 22 guys, and being able to win the world championships was just the cherry on top. Development-wise, in camp, you’re going up against the top kids in the country and Canada. You know, working out every day, skating and practicing against them. It’s extremely competitive but you meet some great people there, so it definitely helped me a lot in the long run.

INTERVIEWER 2: Now, the camp was not only for NHL prospects, but also for NWHL AND CWHL prospects. Tell us, what was it like going up against the girls? Did you feel like you had to play down to their level?

AUSTON: Not at all. There are some really fantastic female players out there who don’t get enough recognition. Yeah, the girls may not hit or play as physical, but good hockey is still good hockey.

INTERVIEWER 3: Auston, coming into the Maple Leafs, there’s a lot of young players - I believe you mentioned in a previous interview that you had the chance to meet Mitch Marner and William Nylander during that camp, who will both be your teammates for this upcoming year.

AUSTON: Yeah, Mitch and Will were at the camp. They’re both really nice guys, really special players, but um…I got to spend a little more time with Mitch because we roomed together, and we’ve become pretty close. So yeah, I think it’ll be really fun to play with those guys this year.

INTERVIEWER 4: What do you know about Toronto? What are you expecting?

AUSTON: Well you know, everyone there is extremely passionate - they obviously love the Leafs. It’s a great sports town with the Blue Jays, the Raptors, the Furies…so they’re very passionate, and it’s something you don’t want to take for granted. I’ve been told that when you’re winning, it’s the best place in the league, so that’s definitely something that I’m looking forward to.

INTERVIEWER 4: Thanks for your time Auston.

AUSTON: Thank-you.

You switch off your tv. You’ve re-watched Auston’s draft interview probably close to twenty times in preparation for today. It’s the first time you’re going to see him in person since the incident at camp, and you want to be ready.

The Furies and the Maple Leafs have decided to do a pre-season get-together to help promote youth and girl’s hockey, and so you’re going to be forced to interact with him.

There’s a knock on your door, and you open it to reveal a smiling Kasperi.

“Hey, Kappy!”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Where’s Willy?”

“He’s waiting in the car outside.”

Will had been distant lately. Two weeks ago, while you were out drinking with Will, Kappy, and a couple of your mutual friends, he had kissed you.

It had been coming for a while now, you realize as you reflect back on the entire situation. Ever since draft day, when he had leaned in close to your personal space, Will has been dropping hints that he wants to be more than friends.

You love Will dearly, just not in that way.

He had taken it to heart when you rejected his advances that night, drinking himself into a drunken stupor. You ended up helping him back to his place, as Kappy decided to crash at a friend’s. He was so intoxicated, he hadn’t even realized you had brought him home, and complained to your face about how ‘stupid Y/N was for pining after Auston’. Least to say, Will was a little more than embarrassed when he woke up the next morning.

“It’s been two weeks - he doesn’t have to avoid me anymore.”

“Yeah, his ego’s still pretty bruised.” Kappy laughs. “It’s going to take him a while to come back from that.”

You sigh dramatically. “Guys and their egos. Should we go?”

Kappy nods and you step out into the hallway, making sure to lock your door behind you.

The car ride to the rink is silent and awkward, you and Kappy making light conversation while Will pointedly ignores both of you. When you get to the MasterCard Centre, you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You have every right to be here as Auston does. You will not let your history ruin your future.

“Ready?” Will asks. It’s the first thing he’s said to you all morning except for a mumbled, ‘hello’ when you first got in the car.

“Ready as I’ll get,” you reply, shouldering your bag containing your helmet, skates, and gloves. Will passes you your stick and you smile at him. “Thanks.”

To your surprise, he gives you a little smile back.

You all head through the sliding doors and into the wide main hallway of the rink. Immediately in front of you is an information table, where you’ve been told you have to sign in, and recieve your partner assignments. There are twelve groups of kids, and each group is on the ice for an hour with a Maple Leaf and Furie. You’ve prepared yourself for the possibility that you might have to spend three hours with Auston.

“Good morning,” the girl sitting at the table greets you.

“Good morning,” you reply. “Where am I supposed to sign in?”

“Right here,” she says, sliding a clipboard towards you and handing you a pen. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. The last name’s Y/L/N if you need it,” you say, signing your name down on the paper.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you’re partnered with…William Nylander! If you’re not sure who that is, you’re supposed to meet your partner by your assigned rink in fifteen minutes.

“Oh, that’s alright. Will’s right behind me.” You step aside and Will smiles at the girl. She blushes bright red, starstruck, and he chats with her politely as he signs in.

You’ve both been assigned to work on the Team Canada ice, which is the biggest rink, given its olympic-size. Because of this, the girl has told you that you have the largest group of kids. Neither Will or you mind.

“So, I’m glad we got assigned together,” he says as you’re both walking towards the rink.

“Really? I would’ve thought the opposite, considering you’ve been ignoring me for two weeks.”

“Yeah, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I never got the chance to properly apologize for that. I’m sorry - for the way I behaved and what I said to you. It was uncalled for.”

You turn your head to look at him. “Will, it’s all good. Don’t worry about it. I understand why you were upset with me, but I still haven’t changed my mind if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No, no. I just wanted to apologize. I was drunk, however that doesn’t excuse my decency flying out the window. Listen,” he takes a deep breath. “I like you, Y/N. But I get that you don’t feel the same way, and I respect that.”

“Will…”

“And I’d still like to be friends with you, if you’ll forgive me.”

“You thought I didn’t want to be friends with you anymore?”

Will looks down at his feet, his cheeks pink. “I thought you hated me.”

“Will, I could never hate you. Even if you shoot me in the head with a puck, I won’t hate you.”

“Hey!” he exclaims, pushing your shoulder lightly. “That was one time.”

“Yeah, and I don’t hate you somehow, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“So we’re good?”

“We’re all good.” You smile at him. “Will, you’re a special guy. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but unfortunately I’m not that person. I don’t want to lead you on when I know I can’t commit fully because I still have feelings for Auston. I wish I didn’t, but…”

Will nods. “I understand. I really appreciate that, too. Part of me is still upset, but the other part is thankful you didn’t pretend and go along with it. That would’ve hurt me more in the end.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. “Come here.” You open your arms and Will steps towards you. You hug him tightly. Both of you stay like that for a bit, thankful that you’re back on good terms.

You let go of him. “I’ll see you out there in 10.”

“See ya in 10.” He grins back at you.

 —

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed in your Furies’ tracksuit with your helmet, gloves, and skates on. You grab your stick and a water bottle you just filled up and head over to Will’s dressing room. You knock on the door. “Hey, you ready yet?”

“One second!” you hear him call out, but then the door opens.

Auston’s standing in front of you, all dressed and ready to go.

You blink several times, trying to discern if you’re hallucinating or if he’s really there.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer than you remember.

You stare into his brown eyes for several seconds before you realize you’re supposed to respond. “Uh…hi. Is Will ready?”

“Yes!” Will yells as he emerges from around the corner. You step back to let him and Auston through the door.

You start to walk with Will over to the ice to get everything set-up for the kids. Auston trails behind you.

“What is he doing here?” you whisper to Will.

“Apparently, since we have the largest group, and there’s an uneven ratio of Leafs to Furies, he’s been assigned to our group to help out,” Will grumbles back.

“Great,” you say sarcastically.

“Aren’t you so excited?”

“Oh, I’m just jumping for joy.”

Will laughs loudly, and you can’t help but glance back to gauge Auston’s reaction. He’s looking at both of you, but as soon as you catch his eye, he averts his gaze.

The three of you methodically set-up the cones for the first drill, not saying a word to each other. You’re hoping that the hours pass by quickly.

Instead of standing around and waiting for the kids to show up, you begin to skate laps around the rink, loosening your muscles. You concentrate fully on each step and extension of your legs, trying to perfect your stride. It’s something you’ll put an emphasis on when teaching the kids. Being able to skate is half the battle in hockey, and many people lack the proper technique.

After several loops around the nets, you hear the excited voices and squeals of children, and you stop by the boards to get a quick drink of water. Auston silently hands you a whistle.

“Thanks,” you say, and he nods before turning away.

The three of you skate to the middle and wait for all the kids to get on the ice before you call them over.

“Take a knee please,” you say, and immediately, all the kids drop to one knee, looking up at you with big eyes. Both Auston and Will glance at you nervously, hoping that you’ll start the introductions.

“Good morning everyone.”

“Good morning!” the kids respond in unison. The volume of their voices is impressive for how early it is.

“We’re so excited to have you guys here with us today. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I play for the Toronto Furies. To my left is Will..”

Will raises his hand. “Hey guys, I’m William Nylander, and I play for the Maple Leafs.”

“Hi William Nylander!” all the kids say back, and Will smiles.

“And, to my right is Auston.”

Auston nods, lifting his stick up a little. “My name’s Auston Matthews and I also play for the Maple Leafs.”

“Hi Auston Matthews,” the kids chorus.

“You’re that guy who got picked first overall, aren’t you?” a little boy asks excitedly.

Auston smiles. “Yes, the Leafs chose me for their first round pick. And I’m very happy they did, because that means I get to spend time with you guys!” Your heart warms at the adoring stares the kids give Auston, who are simply amazed to be in his presence. “So, who wants to play some hockey?” he asks.

“WE DO!” the kids shout, and you can’t help but grin. Their enthusiasm is contagious.

The first session flies by, the kids listening to everything you say and giving their best effort to follow the examples the three of you give them.

You keep sneaking glances at Auston the entire time. The kids absolutely love him, and your mind strays to a place you often thought about back when the idea of a future together was a possibility, rather than a distant memory.

Will skates up to you when there’s a break before the next group of kids come on the ice. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you say, surprised that you genuinely mean it. As much as you resent Auston for what he did, you never realized how intensely you missed being around him, even if you didn’t speak a word to each other.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I have every right to be here as he does,” you repeat to him what you had told yourself earlier.

Will nods. “Good. I’m glad.”

The next session passes without a hitch, and the third one is going well until it happens.

A little girl is skating full-tilt around the corner when her edge gives out. She slides towards the boards, unable to stop herself. She reaches her hands out at the last second, trying to absorb the impact, but there’s a popping noise as her palms make contact with the boards. She crumples to the ice and doesn’t move.

When you realize that she’s not getting up, you blow your whistle. “Everybody to the middle - NOW!”

The kids immediately stop what they’re doing and skate to the centre of the ice. You rush over to the girl. She’s crying, her chest heaving up and down.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

She shakes her head no, her breaths coming in short gasps.

“Okay, okay. Just try to take a deep breath with me, alright? In and out. In and out.”

Gradually, the girl’s breathing slows.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Allison,” she hiccups.

“Okay Allison, what did you hurt? Your arm?”

She nods, her eyes watery with tears. “My left one.”

“Can you try to make a fist for me?”

She tries to clench her hand but wails out in pain. “I can’t, I can’t. It hurts too much!”

You twist your head around, and see that Auston’s skating over to you.

“Will’s gone to alert the girl at the front and see if there’s a medic on-site. Do you think she needs an ambulance?”

You nod. “I’m pretty sure her wrist is broken.” Turning back to Allison, you try to keep her calm. “Alright, sweetheart. Auston’s gonna call an ambulance, and then we’ll get you to the hospital where they can check you out. There’s this super cool machine where they can see your bones, do you know what that’s called?”

“Uh-huh. It’s called an x-ray. My teacher told us about them in science class.”

“That’s awesome. Do you like science class?”

She nods her head furiously. “I love science. But I also love gym.”

You continue to make small talk with Allison, trying to keep her mind off the pain in her arm. Eventually, Auston skates back over to you.

“Hey, so I sent all the kids back to their dressing rooms. A couple were quite concerned, but I told them that the ambulance was coming soon and she’s going to be okay, and then they calmed down a bit.”

“Alright, thanks Auston.” You smile at him and he smiles back.

The sound of the door opening echoes through the rink, and Will and a man in a medic’s uniform step onto the ice.

“Here comes the medic now,” Auston says, quickly skating away to help Will safely bring the medic to Allison.

The medic shuffles over, holding onto both Will and Auston for support. “Hi there, I’m Greg.”

“I’m Y/N, and this is Allison.”

“Okay.” He crouches down so he’s level with Allison. “Hi miss Allison, I heard you hurt your arm, but I’m here to help make it better.”

“I think it’s broken,” she says matter-of-factly. “I can’t move my fingers because it hurts.”

“Alright, let me have a look at it.” Greg gently pushes up her jersey and unwraps her elbow pad. He presses down along her arm, testing to see which part causes her discomfort.

After Greg’s done looking her over, he turns to Auston, Will, and you. “I’m almost a 100% certain it’s broken, however we’ll have to do an x-ray to know for sure. When is the ambulance supposed to get here?”

In the distance, you hear sirens wailing. “That must be it now,” Will says. “I’ll go help the rink staff get the doors up.”

In a matter of minutes, the ambulance is through the doors, and the paramedics have strapped Allison onto the stretcher. They lift her up and hoist her into the back of the ambulance. Through the traffic of paramedics hurrying back and forth, you manage to give her a thumbs up and she grins in return before the back doors close. Then, the ambulance peels out of the arena and disappears.

“Wow,” Auston says.

“Wow is right. I hope she’ll be okay.”

“She will. The way you went straight over to her and kept her calm was incredible. She could have really done some damage to her arm if she was thrashing around.” He looks at you with soft eyes, and you blush.

“Well, I just tried to make sure she was distracted so she didn’t feel the pain,” you explain.

“You did an amazing job. I wouldn’t have known what to say.”

“It wasn’t that hard, really. Anyone could’ve done it.”

“Underestimating yourself, as always,” Auston says fondly, shaking his head and smiling. You feel the overwhelming urge to hug him, to kiss him - to just touch him, but you push it down. He made it pretty clear when he left that he didn’t want you anymore. The thought makes you feel like crying.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice short and clipped. You can’t spend another second around him, otherwise you’ll break. You thought you could handle seeing him, but all it’s done is stir up painful feelings and make you sad again.

You skate away, collecting your water bottle from the bench, but he follows you.

“Y/N…”

“I have to go. I want to make sure that Will got in touch with the girl’s parents.” You turn away from him. When he reaches out and grabs your arm, you swat his hand off you. “Auston.”

“Y/N, please,” he begs. “We need to talk.”

“What’s there to talk about? You made it pretty clear at camp that you wanted nothing to do with me.” You skate over to the door, trying to ignore him.

“No, that’s not…that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” You cross your arms over your chest, giving him a challenging look. “Go on, tell me. I’m really curious to see how you’re going to try to explain this.”

Auston stays silent.

“That’s what I thought.” You step off the ice and march over to your dressing room.

“Y/N.”

“What? You have an answer now? Well, too bad. You’re a year late.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

You can hear the blood rushing through your ears. “What?”

“I love you.” His brown eyes are honest and sincere, his expression completely open. “I love you, and that’s why I had to leave.”

You blink a couple times, staring at him. “That’s the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard,” you say, and push open the dressing room door, before slamming it shut behind you.

You wait a few minutes, your ear pressed against the door, until you hear him leave. Then you crumple to the floor and begin to cry.

[Epilogue: B]

If Looks Could Kill

Request: wonho angst with fluff ending? both have feelings for each other but haven’t confessed and while playing truth and dare with friends he gets close-ish to another girl causing y/n tobe jealous and not talk to him the whole evening and when he goes to drop her at home they fight but leading to a confession? or something like that idk

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N (ft. Hyungwon)

Type: Angst with a happy ending. 

If looks could kill, Wonho would be dead. 

But he wouldn’t know, seeing as how he only had eyes for a girl who got to the party too late. 

If looks could kill, she’d probably be maimed in some way. 

It wasn’t her fault though, and it pained me to recognize that. She didn’t know that we had came together, she also didn’t know that I had harbored feelings for Wonho for nearly a year. Dating or crushing on an idol wasn’t cut and dry, but tonight, Wonho was making it pretty obvious. All of my frustration was placed on him. 

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Someone called out. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, keeping my place in the kitchen. 

“Are you going to play?” Hyungwon’s cool voice crept near my ear. I jumped, refocusing on him instead of Wonho. 

“Mmm I’m not a big fan of truth or dare,” I sighed, rubbing my arm. Actually I usually loved a good game of truth or dare, but not if it meant having to sit across from Wonho and the flavor of the day. 

That was rude. 

I didn’t care. 

Inner monologues can be as rude as I choose for them to be. 

“Mmm…could be fun,” Hyungwon said, his face still blandly disinterested. 

“Could be,” I nodded. “Could turn really bad, really quickly.”

“Isn’t that what makes it interesting?” he said, shooting me a quick wink. He grabbed my wrist and began to tug me towards the living room against my better interest. 

“Hyungwon oppa,” I grumbled. “You’re giving me heartburn.”

“A little fire in the chest never killed anyone,” he muttered, pulling me down beside him on the couch. Wonho and the strange girl sat across from us, continuing their conversation. 

“Yah, Wonho, truth or dare?” Jooheon smiled from the opposite end of the couch. 

“Truth,” Wonho nodded with a cheeky smile. 

“How many girls have you kissed?” Jooheon cackled. 

“Mmm a true gentleman never kisses and tells,” he said with a wink towards the girl he was sitting next to. 

What an ass. 

“Hyungwon,” I sighed, shaking my head and leaning into him. “I don’t want to play this.”

“Fair,” he nodded. “But don’t pull me from the drama.”

I rolled my eyes and got up, navigating away from the living room. He was such a gossip. 

“Yah! Y/N!” Wonho yelled, half standing and half sitting still. “Where are you going?”

I didn’t even bother turning to dignify his question with an answer. 

I eased out of the front door and shut it tightly behind me, letting the cool night breeze hit my face. I kept my back against the door and breathed deeply. I heard a flustered voice on the opposite side and it suddenly sprang open, nearly knocking me backwards. I turned around in surprise to see Wonho, keys in hand. 

“We’re leaving,” he said quietly, shouldering past me and down the hallway. I followed behind him at a comfortable distance until we made it to the parking area. He stood at the passenger side, pulling the door open as I approached. 

“What was that about?” he grumbled as I slid in. He shut the door behind me and walked around to climb into the driver’s seat. “Between the evil eye and silent treatment I’ve been receiving all night, I’d say you were upset with me.” 

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the cool glass. This wasn’t a good start to getting either of those things retracted. 

“Yah, Y/N,” he said, leaning his head back. “You speak to me or this car is not going to be put in drive.”

“Well technically it has to go in reverse first,” I mumbled, shooting him a dirty look. “And I won’t be too shy to call the police and call this a hostage situation.”

“Quit being dramatic,” he sighed, rolling the car in reverse before he pulled away from the building.

“Quit being a jerk,” I muttered, trying to distance myself as far from him as possible in the small car. 

“How am I being a jerk?” he gasped. “You were the one who wanted to go to this stupid party in the first place, I was just your method of getting there.”

“Yeah, but I think you enjoyed yourself fine,” I hissed, refusing to even look at him at this point. 

“Is this about that girl? Y/N, I didn’t even know her name!” Wonho grumbled. 

“Like that’s stopped you before,” I laughed bitterly. 

“You know, I left because I thought you were having a bad time,” Wonho said slowly. “It’s not like we’re even dating, right? Maybe I’ll just drop you off and go back then, yah?”

“Don’t do me any favors,” I spat. “Put it in park and I’ll walk.”

“Y/N!” Wonho nearly shouted. I flinched, but kept trying to actively avoid his gaze. 

“I’m not going to be an inconvenience to you Shin Hoseok, so pull over your stupid car and I’ll walk,” I repeated, turning my head slowly. 

Wonho made a noise that I could only associate as being a growl as he pulled into a parking lot and threw the car into park. As the car unlocked naturally, he quickly slammed the lock button again and turned to face me. 

“Never say that,” he said, breathing heavily. “I never want to hear those words leave your mouth ever again. You will never be an inconvenience, not to anyone, but especially not me, you got it?” 

I opened my mouth to speak, but Wonho hushed me. 

“Also, I get it, I’m an ass and 100% paid attention to that girl to make you jealous. God damnit Y/N, you know I like you, so it gets a little old when I get no reciprocation.” 

“Hoseok, I-” I began, complete shock freezing me. 

“No!” Wonho shouted. “I’m still talking. You looked so good tonight when  I picked you up and then you ran off with Hyungwon. The entire time we were at that party, even when I was talking to that girl, all I could think about was kissing your stupid, dumb, absolutely gorgeous face.”

I took in a breath of air sharply, completely blindsided by this whole argument. 

“Then what stopped you!” I shouted desperately, the only words coming to my mind. 

Wonho blinked quickly, trying to process my words. After a few moments, he lunged for me, placing his hands on either of my cheeks and kissed me deeply. His hands slid down my shoulders, over my arms, to rest at waist where he tugged me to rest on top of him in the driver’s seat. He kissed me deeply, hungry, needy for my lips on his. I felt my face grow flush as I straddled him, both of us gasping for air. We continued this way for a few minutes before my butt hit the horn of the vehicle and startled us both. 

“Hoseok,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. “I’m sorry…”

“For what?” he asked, a slow grin spreading on his face.

“If looks could kill…you would’ve been dead tonight…” I chuckled, running my hands across the back of his hair. 

Wonho smiled, leaning forward and placed a gentle kiss on my collar bone. “What a way to go.”

Originally posted by trainingpanda

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Jim Kirk + I forget about time and space // But I can’t stop thinking about your face - Clouds by BØRNS


Jim hated how stupid he felt, like some kid in a cliché teen rom com, but he couldn’t help it. And he would go to his grave swearing up and down that the whole world did in fact slow down when he set eyes on you.

You were walking among a the cadets, laughs falling from your lips as the champagne bubbled lowly in your stomach. The Federation always had such elegant parties.

Jim was ready to leave when he thought someone called his name. And it maybe it was some higher power or sheer coincidence, but as Jim turned around his eyes fell on you. Head thrown back in laughter, eyes sparkling underneath the sea of stars and lips pulled into a brilliant and breathtaking grin. Jim’s chest tightened and the world drowned out to a faint thumping of the blood coursing through his veins. And then you made eye contact, in the sea of people your eyes met ones that were starkly blue against his pale skin. You swallowed the lump in your throat when Jim’s eyes didn’t stray from yours. You smiled scantily, a little taken aback with his eyes and the unreadable intensity swirling around.

Jim returned your smile and was about to head over when the group of cadets surged forward, stealing you with them. His expression flattened as you vanished, but your eyes, smile and radiance stuck around, filling the empty air with something electric. Then world came back to life, or maybe it dulled a little without you there, but Jim now stood feeling an emptiness form in his chest with you gone. He blinked a few times, joining the conversation he had been pretending to be a part of the whole night, his eyes occasionally wandering, in search for yours.

And now he laid in bed, thinking about you, creating a mental image of you. He could almost hear your laugh, loud and warm and reassuring. Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never even met? Jim wondered that as sleep slowly started to creep in. He sighed as he let the world wash away once again, mind filled with the wonder of waking up and getting to see you first thing in the morning.

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A Fan of What? Part 3

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here it is, part three! I am really liking this series so far and I hope you all do to. As always, if you would like to be tagged in this series, send me an ask! I also have a forever tag list that you are more than welcome to join. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, Language

The song used in this fic is “Tougher Than the Rest” by Bruce Springsteen. 

Summary: Jensen uses his fame to get the girl, but she has no idea who he his. But he’s not giving up so easily.

Chapter Summary: Before your date with Jensen, you start researching him with your friends. 

To get caught up, here is the masterlist!

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

“So what’s the deal with this guy?” Your friend stopped pouring the glass of wine immediately and looked at you like you were born yesterday. Currently, the both of you were sitting on your couch in your apartment with YouTube videos queued up of Jensen and the rest of the cast of his show at their…conventions. “And why are we watching YouTube videos of him?”

“Because,” She hissed, glaring at you. “You need to see how charming he his and why you need to go on this date with him, Y/N!” You rolled your eyes and took a large gulp of the merlot, then leaned back into the couch and sighed. “Get ready, because your world is about to be rocked by Jensen Ackles.”

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