because he shares a last name with one of the guys who was a big part in making it what it is

anonymous asked:

do you have tips on comic compostions and angling/framing of scenes beacuse holy fudge what the actual hell your mob comic is An Expirience

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOO BO Y AIGHT

I’m gonna take this ask as a chance to masterpost about this comic.

Since there wasn’t a set time limit for this comic, I went all ham for it, which means there’s a lot of thought about angles/framing n shit in this sumbitch. (keep in mind i’m still learning this craft myself as i go along so FEEL FREE TO IMPROVE WHEREVER)

I’ll go in depth about it but all of my tips can be summed up with : 

go for the emotion of the scene.

Everything I do, I do to try and heighten the feeling in a scene. Everything I’m about to describe were all choices to try and maximize the emotional impressions.

Angles 

First off, everything in this comic (with the exception of panels 7-9 on page 4) is from Mob’s POV. Everything is built from there. keep in mind goin forward -

We start with Mob terrified of being spotted, of running into anyone. So I strained the perspective to make it feel too close for comfort, despite how far away his other limbs are. I also used the angle to emphasize the “spotlight”, pushing Mob into further discomfort, like he’s being watched anyways.

Mob fears he just murdered someone ? At his lowest moment in this comic? This is where the camera looks down on Mob the most.

Time for shock and awe that the man’s alive ! So Reigen is angled UP, building his Bigness in Mob’s eyes. Most subsequent shots repeat this, keeping us grounded in Mob’s perspective.

Here, Mob is literally on his knees asking for answers. So I pushed for an angle to make him seem really tiny. I wanted him to look as small as he feels.

In the next few pages, the angles basically level out (and I’ll talk more about why in other sections***) until

Mob has just touched back. This was a direct action on his part, so just as I’d built Reigen with that tilt up, it’s Mob’s turn to share that space.

Once Mob fears for the lives of the police, we shift back to high angles. Using a high angle to make a character seem small isn’t groundbreaking but it’s something to chew anyways.

This is less about the angle and more about how cramped everything is. Mob feels backed into a corner unless he can get Reigen to relent. So the tightness and how Reigen looms reflects this.

And here, I mirrored the very first panel. Once again we have a shot of Mob’s back, walking into the light of a streetlamp. But this angle is gentle in comparison, even if slightly off center. We can see where the light comes from so it ceases to feel less like an omnipotent threat and more mundane. Perhaps even hopeful.

Paneling 

I’m sorry to say I feel this is one of my weak points as a creator. I’d like to improve here the most. Most of my panels can be summed up with ‘slant = energized’, ‘straight = stable’. BUT. I did take a few liberties here and it’s good to point them out.

Broken glass to heighten the ouch on Mob’s part.

Salt man don’t give a fuck. he IS the panel. //adds to the energy of this moment

This break from the panels is meant to make Mob hitting Reigen a more immediate threat.

Same with Reigen reaching around it here. He’s still in danger of being shreddy shreddy at this point.

Sometimes a panel will bleed off, to give a more ‘open space’ feel. I like to use it in subtle “oh” moments. That’s the best I could describe it.

annnnnd nothin like a casual reminder on the edges of panels about what would happen should the police show up.

Staging/Body Language

Once Reigen shows up, he dominates the frame, even in shots where mob is closer to the audience. Again, this is all to emphasize how Big Reigen seems to a scared Mobbu.

Mob pushes himself to corners, Reigen’s given the bulk of the space. 

He stands taller than mob and makes the frame uneven.

Even his hand feels huge in comparison.

***That is, until Reigen has a better perception of what’s going on.

Then his actions and staging reflect this.

Reigen kneels down, trying to make himself smaller both to Mob, and in the frame.

The staging reflects Reigen’s attempts to get on even ground, literally and metaphorically.

Mob’s still pushing himself into corners, but now Reigen has actively surrendered some of the space.

Still just, trying to get some of Mob’s perspective.

And from this point onwards, Reigen and Mob share the space/frame more evenly. 

Even in shots where Reigen’s kinda large, he no longer seems so imposing.

Mob still looks up to him but we no longer have such dramatic shots tilting him up and having him hog the focus of the panel.

And we save the closest-closeup, both in staging and in how close our characters physically feel for last. Because bonding and shit.

Coloring

Decided to make the use of color sort of uncomfortable. Hinted at in edges but not really a presence of their own. Hard to tell what the color of anything is because it’s all nonsense in ur peripherals.

Until we get to humans. But this color seems more invasive, and doesn’t really touch mob in a positive way.

Till we get to these splash of color, messy and kinda unorganized but it’s exactly what Mob needs to bring some order.

From here we get a muted color wash, there but still slightly dulled.

The first hint we get of the saturation to come is centered around the touch.

We slowly fade into full blown saturation once Mob reaches back.

Fanfic bonus

The name meanings of Jun and Tetsuo, since this is the street where they live and why not ahaha.

There’s a lot of bird imagery in ABoT so I

“Kid, it’s like lifting a feather.”

And even tho Reig gets a cool halo from the streetlights n shit

We all know who the real angel is

Other fun shit

Mob’s outfit is based on Sakurai’s outfit when he was orphaned as a child.

I literally put the streetlight directly behind the hand in this shot because I lack subtlety and love it.

There are 2 times where I cut out a bit of (frankly beautiful) wordage in order to show things better visually. Both times happen when Mob’s stopped paying attention.

First with Reigen’s words just becoming a flood of nonsense pretty sounds.

The second when Mob’s thinking about the possibility of his barrier being gone.

also here u guys can have some behind the scenes shenanigans

Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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How You Interact: Dark-Side Friends

Since you guys liked my last “How you interact” post, I feel like I should make another. I wanted to do one for Antisepticeye and Darkiplier since I very rarely see posts for these awesome characters. 
These head-canons are what I think Dark and Anti would be like as a friend. 
Hope you guys enjoy!!

Originally posted by boopymooplier

Anti: 

  • My God, you’ll never live peacefully again! Not that it’s a bad thing, but Anti loves to mess with you. 
  • Small pranks that involve misplaced objects. Bookmarks placed three pages back. Occasionally he’ll make your phone screen all static-y just because you’re ignoring him. 
  • He likes making your mornings just that little more crazy
    Late for work? It appears your car-keys have disappeared
    Rough night out? He’ll be nice and make you a coffee, with two spoonfuls of salt to make sure you get your sodium intake today. 
  • Anti finds your panicked/angry rants amusing. 
  • But you get him back. He doesn’t like being called by cute nicknames. 
  • “Aww, Green-Bean, don’t be so mean. I’m only trying to help” 
    “I will destroy everything you love, (Y/N)”
  • Anti likes to be the center of attention. If you’re working or studying, Anti will try his best to distract you.
    At first, it’ll be small things. Like calling out your name in a whiny, jittering voice, balls of paper being thrown at you. Sometimes he’ll mess with your sense of perception so you have to acknowledge him to tell him off.
  • You simply try to ignore him. It became a game between the two of you to see how long you can last. 
  • The record was ten minutes; but you had to stop since Anti started messing with your electronics. Flickering the lights and making you see double of everything and a loud buzzing sound almost burst your ear-drums. 
  • It gave you a migraine for the rest of the day.
  • Although Anti isn’t the affectionate type; he does small things that brighten your day. 
  • A single flower will appear on your desk. 
  • A batch of cookies with milk. 
  • Even little notes around the house in green writing.
  • When you ask him about it, he just shrugs. 
  • “Maybe a little ghost is playing tricks on you”
  • He’ll try to distract you with video games. You absolutely refuse to let him win at Mario Cart because you don’t want to see his cocky grin. 
  • Competitions between you are dangerous.
  • Lamps are smashed and the walls shake from you two yelling at each other. It’s surprisingly relaxing to come home and yell at something.
  • On really bad days, Anti will appear and disappear on your computer screen. Flashing a smile and making weird faces at you until you give up and allow yourself to laugh. 
  • “Anti, your blocking the screen” 
  • “P-Play with me, (Y/N). I’m bor-r-ed” 
  • On rainy days, when your marathoning a series, Anti will be in the background of the show; waving or dancing ridiculously. 
  • At serious scenes; he can usually be seen making outrageous faces at the actors. You can’t help but laugh,
  • Although you try to hate him, you can’t help but adore Anti. It’s a tiring and irritating friendship but you wouldn’t want anything to be different between the two of you.  

Originally posted by bekadmfb

Darkiplier: 

  • I hope you like a friendship with a lot of flirting. Even though you two aren’t sexual towards each other, it doesn’t stop Dark from winking and speaking seductively towards you.
  • This makes people mistake you two as a couple. You don’t really complain, but sometimes Dark makes it difficult to make new friends. 
  • “You don’t need them, (Y/N). I’m all you need”
    “That would be true, if you could hold a decent conversation that wasn’t always about you” 
  • Dark likes to insult you. But you can see the hint of a smile whenever he says something. 
  • You throw it back at him with as much sarcasm as you can muster. He likes your sass. It challenges him to be on his game when he’s around you. 
  • You’ve witnessed his outbursts personally. But even though Dark has said some violent, horrible things about Mark; Dark is rather placid when you’re around him. 
  • He’s been pushed back and ignored for long periods of time, he likes to be around someone who acknowledges him. He doesn’t want his anger to frighten you away, but sometimes you do get caught in these outbursts. 
  • You wait patiently until he’s calmed down. Then make a little comment on the way his head jerks around. 
  • “So, do you get whiplash? Or are you like an owl under that suit?” 
    “Ask nicely and I’ll show you.”
  • Although he wouldn’t apologize, he is grateful you don’t ask about his behavior. Saves him from having to explain himself to a incompetent fool. ;) 
  • He also likes to play games. Sometimes you don’t even realise you’re part of one until you find yourself in another dimension because you took a wrong turn. 
  • “Tsk, tsk. You should have taken a left, (Y/N). Now you have to try and escape the Third Circle of Hell to return to the bathroom.”
    “If you don’t send me back right now, I’ll show you all Nine Circles of Hell!” 
  • He’s rather affectionate towards you. He’ll give your hand a squeeze as he passes.
    If you’re feeling uncomfortable in a public place, Dark will come up behind you and place his hand on the small of your back.
  • But previous mistakes have taught you that this attention has a price. 
  • He’d never ask anything big of you. Usually he’ll ask you to drive him somewhere, or accompany him to a certain location. Sometimes you “treat” him to dinner on Tuesdays.
  • But you are still very careful of what you ask of Dark. He remembers even the smallest favors. 
  • There are times, however, where he does nice things out of nowhere. 
  • You had a bad day during a work-week and you crumpled under the pressure. Dark found you in a sobbing heap on your bed and sat beside you. His hand gripped your own and he consoled you through the tears. 
  • Once your tears were dried up, he ran you a bath and almost drowned you in rose scented bubbles. 
  • It had been a shock to you. But a nice shock.
  • In the middle of the night, while you’re walking through the house to get a glass of water. You sometimes find a glass of cool water waiting for you in the hallway. 
  • You mumble a thanks to the shadows and stumble back to bed. 
  • Sometimes you feel the blankets pull up under your chin on cold nights. 
  • Other times, Dark will wake you in the early hours of the morning because he was lacking intelligent conversation.
  • Dark also likes to give you nicknames. 
  • They’re small and almost demeaning, but you don’t really mind. It’s better than fool or imbecile. (A name a certain family member is called frequently)
  • “Kitten, have you seen my tie?”
    “You’re wearing it, Dark. Are you blind as well as emotionless?” 
  • It’s a weird friendship. One people would first look at and question. But the two of you have many fond memories and the laughter you two share are contagious. It’ll be hard to tear the two of you apart. 


I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

~

It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

(PLS FEEDBACK IF I SHOULD DO MORE)(not edited)

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Blunt // Cole Sprouse

Can your write one like the only you just did were the reader is younger but this time she is dating Cole and it’s a secret for a while because he is older and everyone already wants him to be with Lili

Warnings: A freaking intense and scary Uno game, Dick related joke(s)?

Word Count: 1281

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Trevor Stines, Casey Cott, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Ross Butler

A/N: I have used the name ‘Kairi’ (if you can guess where this is from, I will give you so much love) as the character you’re playing. It just makes a little more sense to me instead of having to write ‘y/n’ as your character. Because you are you, and your character is Kairi. xoxo

—- —-

“Uno!” You shouted, grinning as you placed down the draw four card you had been waiting to unleash on Cole, a grin across your lips. “Come on, boy. Pick the cards up!” You laughed, looking down at the last card you had left. “Oh, and I change the colour to… blue!”

Cole picked up his four cards, but you were too busy celebrating in your head to notice the smirk on his lips. “Draw four,” Cole muttered slyly, placing down the card, looking at you with a sinister look.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. “Are you serious!?” You exclaimed, slamming down the card and huffing, crossing your arms. You were a sore loser, to say the least. “So you’re allowed to put a draw four down, but I’m not?” Cole laughed, running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath. “I think we need a break from this game. We’ve been playing for over two hours.”

You stood up, brushing off your pants and stretched, hearing the popping sounds coming from your back. You took a deep breath and looked outside of your trailer, seeing the sun was starting to set. “We’re still doing the Jughead and Kairi scene tonight, aren’t we?” You asked the raven haired boy, grabbing your coat before you followed him outside, walking besides him.

“Yeah. We have to meet the producers at around 11pm. Just so it’s dark enough.” Cole nodded, smiling down at you before making his way to where all the others were sitting.

Truth is, you and Cole had been dating for about 5 months now, but you both kept your feelings hidden away in public and left it all for behind doors. Both of your family knew, and were a bit hesitant at first, since you were 19 (turning 20) and Cole was 24. Your families eventually got used to it, and you got on along so well with Dylan. It was everything he wanted in a relationship.

But there was a flaw. And that was Lili.

Now, she wasn’t a flaw herself. You found her absolutely breathtaking. She was gorgeous. But everyone wanted her to be with Cole, and that’s why you both decided to keep the relationship under wraps.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, smiling as you sat down next to Madelaine and Casey, smiling as she slid her plate across to you, the sweet potato fries already making you drool. “Are (Y/N) and I the only ones that have a late night scene to shoot?” Cole asked, looking around the table. He looked at you, gave you a small smile and turned his attention to Ross.

“I’m sure Lili will wait up for you, Cole.” He laughed, making Lili blush. You ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath and continued to share the plate of fries with Madelaine. You looked at Cole, who was giving a fake laugh.

—- —-

“I’ll be back, guys.” You stood up, announcing that you wanted to take a walk and revise some lines by yourself before your scene. “Need some company?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow. “We are shooting this scene together, if you need some help or anything.” You shook your head, smiling softly before grabbing your phone from the table and walking off towards the entrance of the lot.

“Need anyone to go with you, Hon?” The night shift guard asked you, but you shook your head, smiling. “I’ll be fine, thanks Linda.” You continued your walk out of the set and took a deep breath, hands in pockets once again.

Your thoughts were startled by your phone ringing. You looked at the caller I.D and saw ‘Sprouse #1’ with the many emoji’s next to his name. You answered the phone, holding it to your ear. “What’s up?” You asked, the main street lit up by the night life of the town.

“Where are you? We have three hours to be on set. You need to get ready.” Cole didn’t even bother saying hello. You took a deep breath, looking over your shoulder. The lot wasn’t even that far away. You had been out for about 15 minutes.

“I’ll be back in another 15 or 20 minutes, Cole. I’m fine. I just need some space.” You sighed, biting your lip and turning around. You walked into a corner store, still on the phone to your co-star and boyfriend. “No, you’ll be back now, please. Just so I know you’re safe.” Cole had whispered the last part, and you could almost picture him looking around, making sure no one was listening.

“I’m just getting a smoothie, Cole. Give me a few minutes.” You sighed, ordering the smoothie and paying for it. You took a seat, phone still to your ear. “Now. There is something on your mind. What’s the matter?” You questioned, biting your lip.

“I want to tell them, (Y/N). I don’t want them to keep trying to make me date Lili. I love her to bits. But I’m going to pull an Archie Andrews here and say I don’t love her like that. She’s a friend and that’s what I want it to stay as.” He sighed, and you could hear his trailer door shut behind him. “I just love you so much and I don’t see why a five age gap is a big deal. I just want to tell them.”

You took a deep breath, getting up and thanking the person at the counter as they called you over for your smoothie. You walked out of the store, taking a sip. “Well, I’m on my way back now. So if you want to meet me at the front and we can do it together, I’ll be happy to.” You complied with him, a smile on your lips. Now you can finally post about him without having to use the ‘best friend’ hashtag.

—- —-

“Fancy seeing you here.” You grinned, seeing Cole in all his beauty. He smiled, turning around to walk besides you. The both of you walked slowly, a silence overcoming the both of you. “How do we do this?” You asked, looking at him. He looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “You’ll find out.”

You had been sitting back at the table for about 25 minutes now. You were due in hair and make-up in another 10, and Cole still hadn’t said anything about the two of you.

“Hey, hey guys. What do you call a 3.14 metre snake?” KJ spoke up, making you furrow your eyebrows at the stupid sounding joke. “It’s a pithon. Get it. Pi. No? Yes?” You had bursted out laughing at the simple, but so stupid maths related joke. “See! At least someone enjoyed my joke!”

“I’m sure Lili enjoys Cole’s snake,” Trevor had spoken up, making you look at him.

“I’m dating (Y/N).” Cole had said it so bluntly that it had almost slipped past. You looked at him, eyes widened at how quickly he had said it. He looked at you, shrugging before going back to his fries. Madelaine and Camila had looked at you, jaws dropped and eyes wide.

“What can I say, I’m into blunt guys.” You shrugged, a laugh coming from your lips as you stood up, leaving to get ready for your next scene.

Cole had gotten up, following you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making the rest of the cast chatter about the both of you.

“That was very blunt,” you commented, looking up at the brunette.

“I honestly had not planned that.” Cole opened the trailer door for you, a smile on his lips.

“I could tell.”

Committed The Robbery

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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20+ Jealous Louis Fics:

In a twisted turn of events, Louis finds himself posing as the brother of his fiancé, Harry, for an annual company retreat.

Did he sign up for this? No.

Is he doing it anyway? Yes.

Can they actually pull this off? Probably not.

Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.

Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.

AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

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Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part III

Thank you guys for loving my hc’s just as much as I do! I’ve listened to you guys say you want a fic, so instead of hc’s I’ve taken the dot points out so it flows better. We’re about 3/5 of the way through!

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Seraphine

This is the most ugliest creature she has ever seen, Seraphine thought. She glances at Fen beside her, wincing at the sharp pain caused from the movement of her shoulder. Her wolf was growling at the creature in front of them. It was feakishly tall, wearing a dark, ragged, old cloak, it’s face wrinkled like a prune.
Taking note of the creatures’ eyes, like deep, deep pits of nothing, Seraphine couldn’t help but wonder who this creature is.
The air feels static until it answers out loud for her.
“The Suriel,” it says.
Seraphine tried to hide her surprise, tried to hide the fact that she had no weapons, not even a pathetic stick to defend herself—besides Fen who was already injured himself.
“Are you the one who brought me here?” she asks the Suriel boldly, because there was no other way to face a creature weaponless and injured.
The Suriel raises it’s eyebrows like it knows Seraphine’s secrets—she shivers at the thought of a creature like the one in front of her knowing her deepest secrets.
“I meant here,” she clears her dry throat and gestures at the camp. “Did you save me?”
The Suriel gives her a simple shake of it’s head.
“You and I are more alike than you think, Seraphine. Funny, what fate can do.” He gives her the most devilish smile. “Find the ancient one. She can—” The Suriel suddenly stops, and sniffs the air. “I have to go, your m—”
A dagger was now pressed against the Suriel’s throat from behind.
Seraphine recognised that dark hair, those midnight blue eyes staring right at her—through her, into her soul.

Kastiel

“Before you leave, old friend,” Kastiel whispers into the Suriel’s ear, “I’ll make you a bargain.”
Kastiel’s eyes are still on the girl, she was so thin, so pale and helpless, that he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to help her. Why is there such a feeling in his heart—the need to protect someone he has even yet to talk to?
“Make no mistake,” the Suriel replied back. “I am only a relative of the Suriel your mother knew—and maybe I’m not as friendly.”
Kastiel takes his eyes off the girl and turns toward the Suriel. He had no time for games. “I’ll give you the ruby, in exchange for healing the girl fully—no tricks.
Ignoring the girl’s sharp intake of breath, her mortal heart beating faster and louder in his fae ears, Kastiel awaits for the Suriel’s reply.
“Fen too,” the girl suddenly blurts out, gesturing to her wolf. “I want him healed,” she says, adding a quiet please that made Kastiel’s heart squeeze. Her voice sounded awful. Kastiel hadn’t even talked to his team about the possibilities of returning without the ruby, but whatever their punishment was, he wouldn’t allow it to happen—he was willing to take all the blame for this, so long as he helps the girl now.
“And what, Prince of the Night, would I do with a ruby that big? Where would I even put it?” the Suriel asks. “In my pockets?” he gestures at his tattered, old cloak, shrugging.
Kastiel didn’t care what the Suriel wanted at this point. There was nothing in this world that he owned that was more worth it than the girls’ back, patched up and healed.
The Suriel shares a knowing look with Kastiel, his eyes glinting. “I want your cloak, prince.”
“Done,” Kastiel says, already feeling the burn of the tattoo etching on his upper forearm.

Seraphine

Seraphine’s breath was knocked out of her—feeling her body heal itself from her cuts and bruises, her malnourishment from the long, long days on the road slipping away. The Suriel gives her one last look, a strange one, before it disappears from her view.
“Are you alright?” the boy—no prince says to her. Now that she can see him better in the daylight, Seraphine notices his broad shoulders, his tan complexion and the way his full mouth curves up, in a secret smile. There is no doubt in her mind that he is the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. He takes a small step towards her, but Fen is already growling before the prince could say anything further.
“Oh, hush Fen,” she orders her silly wolf. Seraphine looks at the unusual group in front of her—two girls, one with beautiful long red curls, and a pale complexion, another with dark hair and skin; and three boys— all tan with dark hair. But the one in front of her has the most beautiful blue eyes. “I know I should be scared, but isn’t it odd to feel safe with a company of strangers.”
The air suddenly feels heavy between them.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, reaching for her hand.
“Yes,” she answers, without any inkling of doubts, and reaches towards him too.

Kastiel

“My name is Kastiel, and this is my team—Grigor, Ariadne, Lilia and Zephyr,” he says into Seraphine’s ear, smelling the sweet smell of her silver hair.
Kastiel clears his throat and shifts his arms under her weight, which was too light for his liking. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of dropping her, remembering how her body fell from the sky earlier. Kastiel hadn’t mentioned the black pit to her either. He didn’t want her to feel caged in his arms, with no where to turn when he asks her about it.
“Seraphine,” she suddenly says slowly, not taking her eyes away from the sky ahead.
As they make their way home, the mist preventing Kastiel’s magic is slowly thinning. He could already feel his own magic returning.
Kastiel sends a message into his father’s mind.
“Father, we’re on our way back.”
There was slight static before his father replies.
“Hurry home, Kastiel, your uncle is getting anxious,” his father says with humour in his voice, making Kastiel feel warm from the sound. There was a pause before his father asks, “did you get the jewel?”
“Yes father, but something strange has happened—”
“Something strange,” his father interrupts, “in the magical forest that is no-man’s land?”
“Father please, be serious. There’s a girl–”
But before Kastiel could continue, an awful scream tear from his mouth. He felt pure, painful agony from his chest and arms.
He looks down at the sight of Seraphine covered in flames around him.
She too was screaming, trying to contain whatever powers she had into herself. The smell of burnt flesh invaded his nose.
Kastiel uses the water powers inherited from his mother to douse the flames in hands and on her body, but he couldn’t concentrate on holding her up and making sure they were still in the air.
He could already feel her slipping through his arms.
Kastiel’s team tried to help, before strong familiar arms wrapped around him. Kastiel closed his eyes, swallowing another scream coming out of him. He still couldn’t get used to the feel of winnowing, especially when it was for longer distances, but he thanked the God’s that his father and uncles were there.
Finally, for what felt like an eternity, Kastiel and Seraphine land with a loud thud in his house in Velaris.

Shit That Happened Sophomore Year of College

since my crazy freshman year post was a big hit, I thought you guys might enjoy a list of some of the weird things that happened this year! Enjoy!

  • someone yelling “BALL SACKS” at the tops of their lungs in the dorm hall while the clock tower chimed ominously in the distance
    • update: door slams five hours later, accompanied by a very annoyed “ball sacks, again”
    • update: week and a half later, someone slammed open the stairwell door, shouted “SUNDAY MORNING! BALL SACKS!” and then slammed it shut and ran down the stairs
    • update: it’s been 8 months. Every time I think the ball sacks guy is finally done, he shows up again at a random hour on a random day and shouts “BALL SACKS” down the hall for no known reason. I am frightened to try and learn more at this point.
  • those two semi-drunk guys on a Tuesday evening that were on a third floor balcony serenading some guys on a second floor balcony with Bohemian Rhapsody
  • that person who was laying face-down on the sidewalk in front of the University Center while crying and his friend was sitting next to him, gently patting him on the back (#same)
  • 2turmt
  • my first real injury in a sword fight
  • people slingshotting shirts off the roof of the English building
  • this conversation with my friend
    • “Get turnt. But get turnt responsibly.”
    • “Life motto.”
    • “Get it embroidered on a throw pillow.”
  • overheard in the library
    • “I dunno, I just don’t think I want to catch them all.”
    • “But you GOTTA catch ‘em all, bro! Don’t make me sing at you!”
  • the guy sitting in the parking lot outside of my dorm, smoking a joint in his car with a plastic skeleton wearing a bridal veil in the passenger seat
  • the RedBull guerrilla marketing teams that would wander around campus giving out free drinks because the campus store only has Monster
  • “You don’t understand, this malleophone is more valuable than my life.”
  • my ASL professor using a picture of Kanye West to teach us the sign for egotistical/big-headed
  • the former Swiss Army Knife CEO subbing for my management class and going on a small rant about Google buying and selling Motorola so much
  • The Smoking Bandit who almost killed me on a Tuesday night, and who cussed me out at 3:30 am a week later, but ended it with “love you!!!”
  • The Sexy Lumberjack Twins
  • conversation a day before the presidential election with my section leader
    • “What are you doing?”
    • “Crocheting. Avoiding news outlets.”
    • “Solid plan.”
  • overheard in line to get breakfast the Sunday before finals
    • “So then he calls me at like 3 am looking for weed and I’m like? Oh my god, no, let me finish this paper I don’t have any weed right now.”
  • “I know he’s kind of a fuckboi, but like… a fuckable fuckboi, you know?”
  • the beer stash in the locker room during spring semester that was liberally used before 10 am
  • “There’s pizza being neglected over here!” -instant mad scramble for the table-
  • overheard on the shared balcony attached to my room
    • “Siri, what the FUCK”
  • before a painfully early class
    • “I can’t recall where my phone is.”
    • “There’s a pun in there somewhere, who wants to take it?”
    • “Give me 20 minutes to finish my coffee first.”
  • LGBT Studies professor: “my gay agenda is maple syrup”
  • “I’m an American college student, I point and laugh at serving sizes.”
  • that time I slowly and dramatically flipped the bird at a classmate in the middle of my big presentation and the prof couldn’t even get mad about it because i had good reason
  • that theater teacher who still wears a kilt every day getting a tandem bicycle for no discernible reason
  • “It’s the oboe… of love.”
  • the Numa Numa song echoing across campus on a Monday afternoon like the ghosts of memes past
  • that time I’m 80% sure someone got a blowjob in the bathroom stall while I was taking a shower. It was 9:30 pm on a Thursday.
  • me to my friend with 3 stitches in his arm: “please be more careful on future midnight cheese runs”
  • the heated discussion between some of the music majors in the row in front of me before a faculty concert on the best butts in the department
  • actually this would be a good time to mention that some of the music business majors put together one of those Sexy Guys calendars (you know the kind, usually featuring firefighters and/or puppies) made up of the Hottest Guys™ within the music dept. I’m will waiting to find out where I can order one because I want to laugh at them all.
  • my music appreciation prof: “Using similes with toddlers is wild, I tell you. I was sick over break and told me 3 year old that I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and he asked me what color it was.”
  • this conversation I had with a wind player
    • “Why are you calling [the oboe professor] Bilbro Baggins?”
    • “Because we realized that the mocking name we used to call him had the same number of syllables as Bilbro Baggins, and he seems to respond to Bilbro even worse than to Obro.”
  • the tenors trying desperately to sing a bass part from a YouTube clip of an opera and failing miserably
  • the day of a big concert
    • And I have to go to goddamn Portland this weekend!”
    • “Which one?”
    • “The goddamn one!”
    • “…I meant which coast but yeah, okay.”
  • that Eastern European guy who just… shows up sometimes in front of the UC to sell overpriced posters
  • #laundryday
    • “Wow, you look really nice today! I like your leggings!”
    • “Thanks I ran out of clean pants this morning.”
  • “If you’re going to whistle something in this [the music] building, I’m gonna have to request something more original than Vivaldi’s Spring.”
  • “The art majors are trying to burn down the soccer field.”
    • “What, again?”
  • LGBT Prof: “Can you guys rec me some modern gay songs because all of my gay songs are from the 70s and 80s.”
  • Also LGBT Prof: “I’ve got sixty years of lesbian exes coming through for me, and most of them aren’t even my exes, actually.”
  • overheard in the library: “The gender neutral term for sugar daddy is glucose guardian.”
  • LGBT Prof brought in rainbow goldfish on the last day and the entire class cheered
  • “Shakespeare was a punk-ass bitch and, as an English major, I feel it is well within my rights to say that whenever I damn well please.”
  • I almost walked straight into a pole during finals week because I was falling asleep while walking. Don’t let the internet make you think sleep deprivation is cool and trendy, kids.
  • “Okay, so while you guys are taking the final, I’ll be up here on my computer. It’s gonna look like I’m writing comments on reports, but really I’m just surfing the web.”
Boyfriend Series; Wonwoo

- we all know jeon wonwoo calls himself a bag of luck as a joke
- but he really does starts believing he is one after meeting you
- for your first date, he takes you out for a simple lunch, a walk in the city and then ice cream for dessert but since it’s summer and it’s hot out, your ice cream melts and stains your shirt
- wonwoo sees how upset you are about it and offers to let you wash it off at the dorm since you guys are close by
- so you go inside the dorm and all the other members are like “ooohhh wonwoo who’s that??” and wonwoo just laughs and tells you to ignore them
- you’re waiting around in the living room while he leaves to go find something that could help with the stain, and you get a bit confused because the other members are nowhere to be seen
- all of a sudden the lights go off and you hear wonwoo call your name and he’s like “(name)?? are you okay?? stay where you are i’ll be right there!! argh those guys i swear…..”
- you slowly get up and try to follow the sound of his voice when you suddenly trip on something
- but you don’t land on the floor…… you fall over someone and accidentally kiss them on the lips
- the lights go back on and you and wonwoo immediately pull away out of embarrassment
- that’s right, your first kiss is accidental but it’s a cute little memory you think of every now and then
- but now whenever you both go on ice cream dates, wonwoo orders your ice cream in a cup so you don’t stain your clothes again how thoughtful right
- always has on his glasses and sweater paws and you cry
- blushes when you fix his glasses for him
- lends you his big sweaters and gets flustered when he sees you wearing them like his face turns all red and you’re like ??? wonwoo are you sick ???
- bookstore dates!!
- he likes to tell you his favorite passages from the books he reads
- when he wakes up with really bad bedhair you don’t want him to fix it because you find it so cute and when he tries to you slap his hand away like NO KEEP IT LIKE THAT
- “(name) i have to fix it i’m going to a fansign…..” “no.”
- afraid of dogs so when he sees one he hides behind you who’s shorter than him like gooD JOB WONWOO
- you always ask him to sing his solo part in “laughter/smile flower” because his voice is so deep and soothing wow
- you both get matching plushie keychains for your bags
- bumps into everything, honestly so accident-prone you have to keep band-aids on you at all times
- wonwoo doesn’t normally open up to people because he’s so used to keeping things to himself, but he learns how to open up to you and now you’re his go-to person whenever he’s feeling down
- he’s the type who doesn’t really want any advice or comments, he just wants someone who’ll listen to him
- tells you his lame jokes and gets offended when you don’t laugh but when you do he looks so proud of himself afterwards
- but sometimes he’s laughing too much while trying to tell you a joke which makes you laugh and when he finally tells you the joke you’re still laughing and he thinks it’s because of the joke he told you
- his phone’s lock screen is a picture of you wearing his round glasses
- made a playlist of all your favorite songs and listens to them before going to sleep
- says “i love you” quietly because he’s shy and when you tell him you love him too and his face turns bright red
- loves giving you back hugs
- hangs up polaroid pictures of you two on his wall
- loves watching movies with you and actually prefers staying at home to watch an old movie with you over going to an over-crowded cinema
- but he doesn’t mind going to the movie theatres with you if there’s a movie you really want to see
- he’s often really tired when you meet up because of his busy schedule so you let him sleep while you’re both on the train
- while he’s sleeping, he holds onto your hand tightly and his head falls on your shoulder
- you take pictures when this happens and laugh at his reaction when you show them to him later that day
- when you’re lying on your stomach watching videos on your phone or something, he likes to crush you by rolling over your back
- loses track of time when he’s with you and gets scolded by the other members for coming late to practice
- when you share food, he always lets you have the last piece
- tells mingyu all about you who pats you on the head and thanks you for making his best friend so happy
- but then wonwoo sees mingyu pat you on the head and gets so protective of you after that
- like he gives any member the look if he sees them get too close to you and they cower away lmao
- wonwoo is shy so he doesn’t say “i love you” very often
- but just know that he really, really does
- there are different ways to show someone you love them
- when he asks you about your day, if you’ve eaten; when he sacrifices sleep to go see you, when he hugs you tightly after not seeing you in a while or anything of the sort
- that’s how wonwoo tells you he loves you
- “you know what, (name)?”
- “what wonwoo”
- “you’re my won and only”
- “…ok that one’s pretty good”

How My Heart Reads Divide...

Decided to put all of my Ed Sheeran Divide feels/vibes/reviews in one post:

1)  Eraser is a song that left me openmouthed and a little emotionally confused. The lyrical sharpness was like glass and I felt like I kind of understood why Ed took a year off. It is white noise on edge anger simmering below the surface of a whiskey glass or behind a thin curtain of some other deadly vice that helps to numb the price of fame. It’s saying I’m fine but really rocking backwards and forwards within yourself on the floor in a mess of self doubt and regret and just…It’s raw honesty and pride and pretty lies that are more palatable than the harsh truths he delivers within the guise of a steely F64 stream of consciousness ‘what the hell am I doing’It’s heads in hands and excess and the reality of dreams that were born from records and roadtrips and wondering how on earth you ended up here. It’s a little jaded but it’s also a red flag, the moments in life when your brain is steadily inching towards danger but is perhaps able to prevent itself from falling at the last second. It’s realising that perfection is not attainable and that everyone has scars but it’s also about learning to dance with the skeletons in your closet and beating a path for yourself no matter what.

2) Castle On The Hill  sounds like its roots were tended by U2. It’s watching the sun rise from rooftops and rolling down hills. It’s playfights between couples where you laugh so hard you cry. It’s nostalgia and records and country lanes and cars and dancing in the rain. It’s holding hands and walking through villages where you know everyone by name.  It’s cups of tea, nicknames and muddy English football matches. It’s board games and Sunday roasts and long kisses, leaning against brick walls. It’s radiant smiles and having a song and banter between friends. It’s falling in love hard and wholly where everything is like a film reel from a 50′s movie. It’s feeling infinite and having mates and loves who are forever. 

3) Dive - I’m getting really big Stevie Wonder vibes. It’s bluesy with the hooked teeth of a guitar straight into your heart. It’s ragged desperate heartbreak and knowing you feel the stirrings of a person entering your inner world but being scared to jump over the cliff with them. It’s looking into their eyes after the beginnings of something that makes your heart race and saying “dammit I need to know you’re not going to break my heart.”

4) Shape Of You is all first dates and burning liquor and laughs in a crowded bar. It’s stumbling home through wet streets and slow dancing in the doorway. It’s hands in hair and running from a restaurant because you couldn’t pay. It’s watching the breaths of a lover in the dawn. It’s counting the freckles that adorn their stomach and back. It’s lingerie and home cooked meals and Netflix marathons and lazy Sundays when you realise you’ve fallen a little too far so all that you can do is keep falling hard.

5) Perfect is first dances and falling hard. It’s buying a ring because you look over one day and you think “If you walked away, my heart wouldn’t survive. I want to love you for every moment that I’m still alive (I’m writing this through a haze of emotion because this sums up every hope and dream I’ve ever had of the person who’ll love me despite all my hard stuff - wheelchair/anxiety/depression) This song is… true love. I’m going to go ahead and say that I think it’s true that that it’s better than Thinking Out Loud…)

6) Galway Girl is Irish af. I like to think of it as a flashback to the beginning of the Perfect ^^^ love story. It’s catchy and makes me want to do a jig. It reminds me of my parents and my aunties and cousins and uncles and sisters. It’s a clan song. It’s a chance meeting and having pieces fall into place from the very first day. 

7) Happier - AARGH. This is every feeling ever when the person you love even if only from afar seems happier with someone that isn’t you and you know you could do a better job but they might never look your way… I’ll be here, waiting always. 

8) New Man is a bit of 90′s R & B vibes. It’s a hip hop infused ode for what happens when the person who was a part of your heart comes running to you when a new relationship starts. It’s watching them change in front of your eyes for other guys (or girls) and it’s realising you don’t know who a person is anymore. It’s waves of history breaking upon a foreign shore. It’s losing maps to people you thought you knew like the back of your hand… It’s realising that they still want you in a way but it’s too late. 

9) Hearts Don’t Break Around Here is “Yes I’m in love and I want to shout from the rooftops.” It’s the little moments of a couple’s relationship. It’s realising that you’ll look to every day of growing old and the love story you get to live. All I can say is Jesus Christ Cherry, he loves you and it makes me so happy ❤️

10) What Do I Know is Ed’s way of saying Shit maybe they were right… that I saved 2017. He is bringing us all together, a crowd of colours and lives and lover types. No matter who you are, there’s a story on this album for you… It’s a carelessly casual man looking in, saying Fuck you, your walls will never keep us out. We’ll be screaming the words to this music, united and proud. 

11)  How Would You Feel is all butterflies and pure intoxicating love. It’s a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt and regular good morning texts. The soft secretive kisses in a car and casually intimate caresses. It’s meeting the family for the first time and imagining one of your own. It’s looking at a person off guard, saying “I love you” and feeling like that person’s your home.

12) Supermarket Flowers is about Ed’s maternal grandmother and it’s making me think of Nana who joined the angels three years ago and… 😭 I miss you so much. I hope you’d be proud of us x.

13) Barcelona is  dancing it out with people who share your heart. It’s Spanish carnival Latin vibes. It makes me think of  girls in deep red skirts and men with roses between their teeth. It’s music in your blood and floating away when you dance. It’s the magic moments of a party where you feel like moments could last forever. Who wants to meet me in Barcelona 😜

14) Bibia Be Ye Ye gives me immediate carnival vibes. It’s infused with the melodies of Africa so I can only assume this was his Ghana project. It’s nights of madness and vibrant colours and familiar strangers who dance on tables and offer you liquor. It’s the feeling I get every time I go to a concert or to a new country, the ideas of exploration and self discovery and stories that will make you ache with laughter years later as you look back on the Polaroids. 

15) Nancy Mulligan with its fiddles and it’s heart of true Irish blood makes me feel like I’m sitting at an impromptu gathering of musicians around my granny’s fire back home in Galway. It’s sepia photographs and wild cliffs and grandparents whose eyes shine with the fires of their youth as they tell you this story. It’s emerald hills and words in an ancient tongue. It’s a more modern Romeo & Juliet. It’s knowing that love transcends everything and you can have anything if you just have love.

 16) Save Yourself  has me gasping for air, my heart broken.
This song is all helping others only to have them treat you like you’re less than the dirt on their shoe. It has me thinking of savage wolves who want to tear you down but still expect you to smile. It’s despair and anxiety and depression with the quiet steady voice of strength that somehow by the tiniest of miracles keeps getting back up. It’s knowing you need to save yourself by loving all the broken parts of you but not really being sure how to do it.

OH MY GOD THIS RECORD IS SHEER BRILLIANCE. I hope you love my review (Sorry it’s so long!!!)

Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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The Old College Try: Part 2 (Lin/Reader college roommate!AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part Two: In which there are crayon contracts and costume parties, but definitely no jealousy.

Note: Sorry this took me so long to get out! Now that the story is completely outline, it should flow a lot faster. I’m pretty sure this is Part 2 out of 4.

You can find Part One here!

You can find Part Three here!

A few people asked to be tagged, so this is that!: @icanneverbesatisfied @clamilton @moonchildcharm @danspepes @calumbeans @blueco16 @brigzter-ly @21phantasticromances @picklessfights @thedoctorsnerdgirl @smileystumph @beestigo @lindsay-grey

Rating: T

Words: 4021

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Every Other Weekend pt. 7

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,681

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. (please message me if you want me to let you know when a new part is posted. i’m more than willing to do that.) there are three songs that i heard AFTER i started this fic that fit so ridiculously well. so check them out if you want:
Confess Cheated Liar

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Originally posted by imaginingbucky

The alcohol coursed through your veins and you felt the swimming feeling in your head. If you weren’t leaning against the bar, you’d have fallen over. “I’m just going to call him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Natasha attempted to be the voice of reason but you shrugged her off. It was the first time since the divorce was granted a month ago that you’d gotten a chance to go out with your friends. Your mom had the kids and you weren’t originally going to go, but Nat practically dragged you out of the house.

“I’m going to.” You nodded, your vision blurry now. “Be back.” Bucky’s number was still on speed dial. With a sigh, and some stumbles, you walked out of the bar and leaned against the brick wall.

The phone rang three times before he picked up. “Hello?” His voice was low, with a tired groan. “Y/N do you know what time it is?”

“Bucky just listen.” You swallowed hard, slurring your words.

“You’re drunk.” He sighed.

“I’m not. Okay, maybe a little. But I have something to tell you.”

“What?” He was growing impatient.

“I love you.” Overwhelmed by emotions, and the four shots you had just downed before making the call, you started to cry. “I miss you so much.”

“Y/N…” Bucky let out a sigh and you heard him shuffle around in bed. “You shouldn’t have called.”

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let’s just be us

summary: based on this post by @bleebug (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~3500

an: thanks to @swans-and-pirates for being a stellar beta! <3


Emma Swan likes to think she has it all in order.

Being an A-List celebrity is hard enough as it is, with paparazzi discovering her when she so much decides to go visit Starbucks for ten minutes. But, she has a plan and she has tricks that keep her relatively average.

Trick number one: private social media accounts.

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every road leads here

this is my gift for @aftgexchange‘s valentines exchange for the lovely @elswicked‘s prompt of andrew and neil meeting as kids. it was supposed to be cheerful, but then……………

(ao3)


Neil does not know a world without Andrew at his back. He’s always been there, a constant, reassuring presence. He’s almost like Neil’s shadow, if a shadow were prone to sarcastic comments and making sure Neil doesn’t pick too many fights he can’t win.

(Every time reminds Neil of the first. Some kid, one of the ones who’d clearly been given everything from cradle onwards, had decided he was entitled to Neil’s favourite glittery crayon. Neil, in turn, decided he was entitled to the other kid’s juice. And to forcibly take the crayon back, no matter how that would escalate events. Just before it got to any kind of tackle, Andrew turned up - and even though he was short Neil had no idea how he’d never noticed him before - and threatened the kid into leaving it be. Neil had tried to thank Andrew, and he’d shrugged and said, “‘S only fair.”)

(Andrew’s always been the same. All he wants is for things to be fair. Maybe a little more fair for his friends than anyone else, but isn’t that true of everyone?)

“Why did you pick us?” Neil laughs around the mouth of a beer bottle, looking into Andrew’s ever-clear hazel eyes.

“This isn’t gym, Josten,” Andrew replies. “And if it were, you wouldn’t be my first choice.”

“I’m the fastest runner you know. Fact.”

“Less so since you graduated high school. You got lazy.”

Neil rolls his eyes, an over-exaggerated gesture to minimise the world rolling with them. “Whatever, Minyard. Stop avoiding the question.”

“Not my fault your questions are vague.”

Neil would groan if he hadn’t had almost sixteen years of dealing with his shitheel of a best friend. (Even if ‘friend’ has never encapsulated all that Andrew is to him. He’d choose ‘soulmate’, because he’s sure there’s no one else who could ever understand the core of what it is to be Neil as well as Andrew does, but since Andrew rejects Neil’s friendship almost daily and scorns the idea of romance, Neil sticks to ‘Andrew’.) “Andrew. At the young age of… whatever. Whenever. Young. We were young. You stuck up for me so I didn’t get in a brawl with a rich kid who’d have fought dirty when all I wanted was my glitter crayon. And since then you’ve been more loyal than, like, an extremely long-lived dog, right? So what did you see in the dumbass who cared more about his crayon than childhood friends? And… whoever else. I know there were more,” Neil says, turning his grin to Kevin for half a second.

Andrew raises his eyebrows a fraction of an inch, a movement barely visible in the dim light, “Dumbasses who wouldn’t survive a day without me.”

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Safe

Requested: Can you do one where like shawn says “i’ll do whatever it takes to make you safe again?” (i’m watching twilight and thought it would be cute lol)

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You don’t want to live your life in fear.  You never thought that something like this would happen to you, but it has and can’t help but feel terrified. It started out seemingly innocent enough, nothing to be worried about at the time. Being an actress and dating a famous singer certainly comes with its fair share of hate, and you’ve been in the public eye long enough to learn how to ignore it for the most part. There has, however, been someone who has started stalking you in a way that has become far more than something harmless. It has been going on for about two weeks, and both your publicist and management know about it, but they’re doing their best to keep it all from becoming known to the public and they don’t want to make it into a big deal.

You’ve tried to convince yourself that it isn’t a big deal. You’ve tried to convince yourself that he’s harmless, but you’re terrified that he might really hurt you. You’ve seen him lurking a couple of times when you went to get coffee or sometimes you see him standing outside of your apartment building. Possibly the worst thing about this whole thing and the fact that he’s been showing up so much this last week is that Shawn is in the Philippines for work so you’re all alone in your apartment at night, and that terrifies you.

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Ankle Biter | 01

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets. 

words: 2.6k

playlist | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

moodboards: before & after


The day he started coming in was almost a year ago, big hand gripping little hand as he dragged who you assumed to be his son, through the crowd of people at the door and weaving through the occupied tables.

He stood in front of the register, holding the kid in one arm and pointing to the menu with his other. “The regular one? Or-oh, you want the strawberry one? One strawberry milk, please. Oh, and a coffee - black, and, Taeji, do you want the blueberry or chocolate muffin?”

Your coworker, a frumpy, grouchy old woman, took the father and son’s order before monotonously repeating the total and barking at you to get the order together. You watched curiously as the duo stood in front of the pick-up counter, the little boy grabbing onto his dad’s hair and giggling. They shared the same nose, and boxy smile, and it made you smile at how sweet the image was.

You set down the order - the coffee, the strawberry milk with a fun, plastic bendy straw and the chocolate muffin the little boy had decided on. “Oh, say thank you Taeji.” The man said, looking up at you and nodding his thanks while handing the package to his son and grabbing both drinks. You stood behind the counter, wondering if you should have offered to help carry the drinks, but watched silently as he put Taeji down in a booth and sat across from him. He stared at the little boy with such intensity you thought he might burst.

The kid’s dad sat back, running his hands through his hair. If you could see stress, this man was radiating it and you could feel it from across the cafe. He looked on at the kid while he happily sat on his knees, muffin stuffed in his mouth and crumbs all over the table you know you’d be cleaning up later. The little boy looked happy, so what was the problem?

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Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.



Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Cassian.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”

“$100.”

“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”

“$200?”

He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?”

He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

Amazing Surprises - 1

I have been wanting to post this series for a while now, but I needed to finish all of the single stories for the members. But it’s finally here! Also this is the unedited version, so I’m soooo sorry if there are any typos or bad grammar parts in it, I just didn’t want to wait ya’ll any longer. I hope you enjoy!

(P.S. Oh my word! I have NOT posted in a while and I’m so disappointed in myself! I was sooo busy this past month, my family came into town, I went to a baseball game, I went to an old friend’s house. And I got distracted while watching Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. Amazing show btw. I’m so sorry! And I hope this long ass chapter and series can make up for it for my absence!)

Summery: Taehyung and Y/N’s “secret” relationship was recently announced and the world is going wild. Tabloid’s and New’s reports are insane and causing a bit of stress towards both Y/N and Taehyung. But what will happen when Taehyung and Y/N have a bit of a heated moment and get caught buying something “suspicious”?

Genre: Fluff. Romance. Drama. Angst. Mentions of Smut.

Characters: Taehyung X Reader Ft. Other Members and Y/N’s best friend; Jihyun.

Words: 5,678

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Hello! How are you today? Hello” The hostess bowed many times. I bowed a lot of times in return, both being extra polite to the other.

“Hello. I’m good, thank you” I bowed again. She waved her hand towards the couch for me to sit, and I did.

Today I was at an interview. Being a famous solo artist and actress it was a given I get asked to be on many interviews or talk shows. Although today was a special one. The hostess was actually my best friend; Oh Jihyun. We hadn’t seen each other in months. It was so nice to be able to see her, even if we had to keep our relationship under wraps.

I couldn’t stop smiling; Just being able to see her face brightened up my day. She seemed to be sharing the same feeling since she had to force herself to look at the crowd instead of me.

“Now!” She cleared her throat “I’m sure all of you guys know who this is? Am I right?” The crowd cheered while some even lifted up signs to support me.

I laughed, still getting used to the fact that I was now an internationally famous artist.

“Yes of course you all know her! She’s Y/N L/N after all” The crowd cheered even louder.

“Okay” Jihyun chuckled “Why don’t we get started?” She turned back to me. I nodded in agreement.

“Yes. Let’s do that Jihyun” God it felt nice to say her name again. Since I have not seen her in a while it was taking all my muscles and nerves not to give her a bone crushing hug.

“So. I have to ask. How is this experience for you? I mean going from a famous girl group to an even more famous soloist-And actress I might add-” Jihyun started. I chuckled at some of the whistles from the crowd.

“Well.. It has been nice actually. I do, of course, miss the days where I could hang out with my band members with no problem, but I do feel like this is what I should be doing. I love making my fans happy while enjoying my work” I answered, making sure to be careful of what I was saying.

“Yes. That must be nice-”

“Yes-”

“-Well. Okay I have to get to the point because I’m pretty sure we’re all curious here” Jihyun started. I chuckled again, knowing full well what was about to ask. I have already told her all the details through text, but the crowd didn’t know that.

“So your relationship with famous artist Kim Taehyung of BTS made world wide news. Am I right?” The crowd cheered again and I laughed.

“Yes. It did. Actually I was very surprised it did. I didn’t think it would be as a big deal as it was” I admitted.

“Are you kidding? You’re extremely famous and so is he. To see you two together-I mean I speak for everyone- You two are a perfect match” I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. No one has told either of us that.

“Well.. I wouldn’t say exactly that” I nervously chuckled.

Jihyun ignored the comment and continued with her questions “So how is it like dating famous Kim Taehyung?” Jihyun rested her chin in her palm, clearly interested in the things she has already heard.

“Well it’s been nice. I have known him since before we both even debuted so it feels nice to be able to express my feelings towards him in public”

“Mhmm” Jihyun answers, waving at me to continue.

“He also drives me crazy-In a good way- He is so sweet and is always caring for me; He makes my day just by messaging me. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, he is always on my mind” I just now realized how cheesy I was sounding and awkwardly chuckled.

“Aww! That’s so sweet!” Jihyun exclaimed and the crowd cheered in agreement. I could feel my face get redder if that was even possible.

“Thank you..” I awkwardly thanked.

“So how long has it been since you last saw him? I mean since you two are both very famous you have to also be very busy. It must be hard to find a single day together and relaxe. How do you do that?” Jihyun asked the question I was dreading the most.

“Well..” I nervously cleared my throat “I actually haven’t seen him in a while-But we do skype and text a lot, so that makes up for it- I also get to talk to his members too and they encourage me a lot. It helps” I explain and Jihyun nods.

“That’s nice to have something like that”

“Yea. It is-”

“So how long exactly have you not seen him?” Jihyun pressed and I tried my hardest not to pounce at her. She was doing this on purpose and I knew it. She was so getting an earful after the interview.

“Uhm… Well.. I think it’s almost been a.. Year.. Wow. It’s almost been a year since I’ve seen him” The crowd dramatically gasps.

I chuckled “It’s okay. We talk a lot though”

“Well that’s good that you two at least still talk right?” Jihyun points out and I nod.

The conversation after that went pretty smoothly. Just like a regular interview there were some personal questions; Like what’s the craziest thing you have done with all the BTS members.

I explained that I had gone to an amusement park with them, and being terrified of heights, I had thrown up after riding the ferris wheel. Jihyun started laughing followed by the crowd joining in.

“Yikes! That has to be tough” She exaggerated. She would know though since she was there too when it happened.

After the interview I went straight to the dressing room. My schedule was packed for the day, which meant I had to quickly re-touch my make up and change for my next event.

After saying my goodbye’s go Jihyun-And telling her to come over some time- I left in the black van.

I thought back to when we were talking about Taehyung. Has it really been a year since I haven’t seen him? I would always watch him on TV and have always supported him during his comebacks. We just never really had the time to see each other face to face. I couldn’t get my mind off of that.

We pulled up into a parking lot. My body guard leading me inside the building without getting mobbed by fans and paparazzi.

I had a fan meeting/sign today and it was a pretty busy day, which meant I would probably be back late.

I walk into the venue, also sent straight into dressing room; Just some precautions before the signing.

After all the touching up I was led back stage. I waited a bit before the announcer finally introduced me. I walked out from behind the curtain.

I smiled and waved at the fans as I walked out. They cheered and smiled as well, a lot holding up signs to support me. I have been an artist for a while now so I was used to this, but just not quiet used to being alone.

I formally bow, greeting the fans. They would occasionally cheer now and then. Finally it was time for the questions.

I sat down in a chair, a large table full of cue cards in front of me; probably filled with questions from fans.

I picked one up, making sure it was appropriate before reading it.

“Who, other than V-Oppa, are you closest with in BTS?” I chuckled at the question.

“Well other than Tae.. I have to say either Seokjin or Yoongi. Jin, of course being my brother and all. Yoongi because he is my best friend; I met him even before Taehyung or any of the other members. The rest are like bothers to me” I answered. The fans cheered, clearly happy with the answer. I decided to quickly move on to the next question.

Of course it was another BTS question “When do you think you will be able to see Taehyung-oppa, or any of the BTS members next?” I read out loud. I thought for a while, wondering if there were any Music Shows coming up or if they were having a comeback soon.

“Well it all depends” I started “We normally see each other during Music Award shows, but sometimes we surprise each other” I finished.

The questions after those seemed to be similar. I guess I had it coming when Taehyung and I announced we were dating. BTS are in my life forever now and I would have to get used to it.

Finally the questions were over and it was about time for me to leave, but not before giving the fans a final speech.

I stood up from my seat, clearing my throat to get everyone’s attention “I want to thank you all guys personally-Not just my Korean fans but even all you international fans-You have all supported me during all my tough times and I am very thankful for that” I took a deep breath before continuing “To be honest after our announcement that we are dating, I thought a lot of you guys would hate me, but you stuck by my side. I am extra thankful for that. I hope in the future we can continue to-” A loud scream cut through the venue, followed by other fans joining in.

My eyes widened in shock, my eyebrows furrowing together. They wouldn’t normally scream and intentionally interrupt my speeches. So what were they screaming at.

“What’s wrong?” I decided to ask. All of the fans pointed behind me. I quickly turned around, scanning the room, but nothing was to be found other than the table and chair I left.

“I don’t see anything” I answered, turning back to the fans but as soon as I did they started pointing and screaming; “Look!” or “Right there!”

I turned around but once gain the room was empty. I was starting to think the fans were playing a trick on me until I suddenly spotted a camera in the corner of the room. My eyes widened.

I scanned the room again and sure enough there were cameras on each of the corners in the room. This was a hidden camera prank.

I turned towards the fans again, a new determination building up inside me “What do you see?” I ask. I expected them to say something like “Camera’s” or maybe point out something I was missing in the room, but that was definitely not what I heard.

“TAEHYUNG!” They all screamed. My heart dropped and I stood there speechless. How could they be seeing Taehyung? He was back in Seoul and this is Busan. I think I would have known if my own boyfriend was in town.

I laughed “You guys are joking right?” I asked them but they all shook their heads. My stomach was starting to hurt.

“W-Where do you see him, because I don’t see him?” I quickly ask, turning around towards the “not so” empty room again.

I turned my head to look at the fans and they all pointed behind me again. I whipped my head around but there was still no one.

“What are you all pointing at?” I ask in frustration.

Immediately they all screamed “THE TABLE!” I jumped at the sudden noise, awkwardly chuckling. I decided to just go for it and walk towards the table.

I hesitantly walk around the table a couple times. There was a cloth over the table, so if he was hiding he would be under it.

I hesitantly reach down, lifting up the table cloth. It wasn’t until the cloth was completely off the table that a person jumped out, making me squeal at the sudden action.

Immediately I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I look up and sure enough I was faced with the box smiling idiot Taehyung. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my stomach did flips.

“Oh my god! Taehyung!” I screamed. As soon as I wrapped my arms arms around him fans started screaming, either cheering for us or just plain excited that Taehyung was here.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Was this all a dream? Were these pair of arms someone else’s and I was hallucinating? Or was it really my Taehyung?

These thoughts kept swirling in my mind, that is until Taehyung whispered in my ear “I missed you love” That was it. I knew it was really him. Tears filled my eyes as I nuzzled my face into his chest, my grip around him tightening just to make sure he wouldn’t let go.

It has been a year. A fucking year since I’ve seen him and I just couldn’t believe this was happening.

I could feel the soft rumbling of Taehyung’s chest as he chuckled. God I missed that laugh. He gently turned around so he was facing the fans, chin resting on top of my head.

“I think it’s about time for us to leave. It was great seeing all of you guys, and I can speak on behalf of both Y/N and I that we are very happy for your support. We love you guys!” He spoke for me. The fans cheeres one last time and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay! Goodbye for now!” Taehyung waved. I managed to pry myself away from Taehyung, wiping away my tears. I waved at the fans as well while Tae led me towards back stage.

Taehyung had his arm around me the entire time we were walking towards the dressing room. I had a couple people congratulating for a good job, but my only concern was the arm wrapped around my shoulder or rather the person it belonged to.

Taehyung and I finally reached the dressing room. He quickly opened the door, peeking his head inside to make sure no one was there. When he came back with a big grin I only assumed there was none.

Quickly Taehyung pulled me inside. I didn’t even have time to register before he was pinning me against the door.

He starts kissing me everywhere. My cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, chin. Everywhere but my lips.

“Taehyung~” I whined. He stopped kissing me and gave me a smirk.

“What?” He nonchalantly asks.

“Kiss me”

“I am”

I roll my eyes “On my lips you meanie!” He laughed at my insult, shaking his head in the process.

“Not yet” He answers with a playful pout.

I groan as he moved his mouth to my neck. I would lie if I said I didn’t already enjoy this but I needed to kiss him myself.

One of his hands that was near my head moved down to grasp my hand, lacing them together. He kisses down my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, and to my collar bone and goes back and forth between those. Occasionally nipping my skin making sure to leave a mark.

“Taehyung~” I sing song again.

“Hmm?” I reach down, brining his face up to look at me. He was giving me another stupid grin. I can never resist him.

“Kiss me” I breathed out, barely a whisper. His smile faded, eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and lips. Our lips just barely brushing against each other. What was he waiting for?

Just before anything more could happen there was a knock on the door. Taehyung and I quickly jumped away from each other, startled by the noise.

“Y/N. Taehyung. I know you’re in there. I’m sorry to interrupt but we really should get going” I head a familiar voice explain and my eyes widen.

‘You brought Jin?’ I worded to Taehyung and he nodded.

Quickly I opened the door and sure enough there was Jin, leaning against the door frame and grinning like a mad man.

This day just keeps getting better and better. I immediately jump into Jin’s arms, he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me as well.

“Oh my god Jin! I missed you!” I squealed and he chuckled again.

“I missed you too sis. How have you been?” Jin and I parted, arms still wrapped around each other as we spoke “I’m assuming good due to that hickey right there” He grazes my neck with his finger and my face goes red, replacing his hand with mine to cover it up.

I nervously clear my throat, ignoring his comment “I-I’m good. Great actually now that you guys are here. I have been getting surprise after surprise today, I mean I even saw Jihyun today” I answer referring to the previous interview I had.

“Oh, well don’t tell Jungkook that; He has been wanting to see her for a while now but nothing is working due to their busy schedules”

“Jungkook is here?” I ask, glancing behind Jin to see if there was any other BTS members hiding.

“Yea. Actually we’re all here” Jin points out finally letting me go.

“Seriously?” I look back and forth between Jin and Tae.

“Yea. We have a surprise concert happening near by. We obviously know you live here so we thought we could stop by. Is that okay?” Jin asks, giving me an evil smirk.

“Are you kidding me you idiot!” I playfully punch Jin’s chest “It’s more than okay! You guys can stay at my place and we can have a party every day!” I started getting excited.

“Okay, we’re not girls” Jin started, raising his hands up in defense “We’re staying at a hotel just a block from your house. Taehyung can stay at your place if he wants” He explained

I looked at Taehyung and he nodded “Okay, well you guys need to come over any time you can; This may be the only time I get to see you guys for a while” Taehyung and Jin hummed in agreement.

“Alright. We have a van waiting out back. It’s big enough for all of us but we don’t have enough time so we should go now” Jin explained and Taehyung led me out the hallway.

When we reached out back, al the members were hanging around next to the van. God it felt nice to see their faces. They all turned towards us when they heard the large door open.

“Y/N!” They all exclaimed. I smiled at them and waited as they all started walking towards me.

Of course the first one to reach me was Yoongi. He engulfed me in a bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him making sure to hold him tight.

“I missed you” I hear Yoongi whisper close to my ear. I chuckle. Normally Yoongi isn’t one for cheesy comments, but when he is he’s always discreet about it.

“I miss you too Yoongi” I answer and Yoongi let’s me go, looking at me for a minute before moving on for the next person to hug me.

It was Hoseok. Hoseok and I weren’t best friends but considering he was my sisters husband, we were still close.

“Hey bro” I smile at him and he brings me into a tight hug, just barely cracking my ribs.

“Hey Y/N! It’s been too long!” He exlaims.

“Oh Jeez Hoseok! I missed you too but I can’t breath” I gasp. He quickly let go and awkwardly laughs.

“Sorry” He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay” Hoseok steps aside for Jungkook. Jungkook was like a little brother to me, considering he was dating my best friend, I felt like I was responsible for him in a lot of ways.

“Jungkookie! Hey kiddo” I excitedly greet, immediately reaching up to give him a hug.

“Hey noona. How are you?” He returned the hug, giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead when we parted.

“I’m good. How are you and Jihyun?” I ask and Jungkook’s face falls.

“Good.. I just haven’t been able to see her; We’re both really busy”

“How about this. I’ll get you a date with her and you can hook me up with some of your banana chips?” I gave him a quirky smile with an eyebrow raised and his eyes lit up.

“Deal!” He answered. This is exactly why I felt responsible for him.

After that it was Jimin and Namjoon. Of course Namjoon, Jimin and I were close, but in a different way the others. I would go to Namjoon when I needed help with my college stuff or Jimin if I needed help with my vocals or dancing.

Finally we all loaded into the van. Unfortunately having an “overprotective” brother meant I would sit in the passengers seat, far away from a certain boyfriend and in eye level with a certain brother who was driving.

“So I have bad news for you Y/N” Jin started, turning to look at me during a red light “Since our show is in four weeks we have to go straight to dance practice after I drop you off” Jin sighs and I sigh.

“It’s okay, I understand. Make sure to come by when you’re done. Unless it’s midnight then come in the morning” I mumble the last part and Jin laughs.

“Got it” He answers “But there is good news” He started again and my attention is brought up again “Taehyung doesn’t need to go since he did extra practicing at home. Our choreographer said he can take a few days off” He explained and I felt a burden lift off. I would lie if I said them leaving for dance practice didn’t kill me.

“Sounds good” I masked my disappointment.

After a bit of a drive we finally arrived at my apartment complex. Taehyung and I hopped out of the van, waving at the members as they left.

Taehyung and I quickly ran towards the building once they were out of sight. I was catching speed when I could see him in the corner of my eyes just before he passed me. I was starting to think this was a face.

We finally arrived at my apartment, out of breath as I unlocked the door. I walked inside and dropped my bags on the floor. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was pouring the water I spoke.

“So what did you want to do? I have tons of movies we could watch. I have popcorn and snacks, we could have like a movie night?” I suggest but there was no answer.

“Babe-” I felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder, yanking me around to face them. I smiled when I noticed who it was. I didn’t even notice Taehyung was right behind me when he was.

He grabbed the glass out of my hand, carefully setting it on the counter. He placed both his hands on either side of the sink, trapping me in his arms.

I glanced down and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I snorted “You work fast-” I was cut off yet again when Taehyung crashed his lips on mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss yet very sweet. My stomach did flips. I had been missing this.

Once Taehyung was done he rested his forehead onto mind “I haven’t seen you for a year.. All of you..” One of his hands landed on my waist, slowly skimming down “I think 'working fast’ is an understatement on how I feel right now” His lips were back on mine.

Hid hand that was on my waist reached down to my thigh, lifting it up to his waist. I got the hint and jumped up, wrapping my other leg around his waist. He used his other hand to support my other thigh, making sure I wouldn’t fall.

His lips left mine, skimming down my neck he started nipping over my older bruises, making darker ones. I would need to use makeup to cover that up.

I combed my fingers through his hairs as he kissed down to my collar bone. I bent my head back allowing him more access.

Taehyung turned around in the kitchen, slowly making out way towards my bedroom.


Two Weeks Later …

I woke up to bitter cold nipping me on my bare back. I turned around in bed, blindly reaching out for a warm body that was not there.

I groan, peeking an eye open. Sure enough Taehyung was not in bed. I decided to get up, slipping over Taehyung’s oversized shirt falling just below my butt.

I lazily walked out of my bedroom. The closer I got to the living room I could start to hear faint noises coming from the TV. As I entered the living room a yawned escaped my mouth. I tried rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“Hey sleepy head” I opened my eyes again to see Taehyung staring at me. He had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just too cute when you look like that” He answered, outstretching his arm for me to come to him.

I sighed as I made my way towards him. I plopped down on the couch, immediately cuddling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he brought the blanket that was on him over me.

I draped a leg over his that was on the coffee table. I rested my hand on his chest as I watched him flip through the channels on the TV.

There wasn’t much to watch, that is until I saw him quickly switch past a channel with his band on it.

“Wait! That was you guys!” I tried grabbing the remote out of his hands but he lifted it out of my reach “Taehyung~”

“No I don’t want to watch that; It’s cringy watching myself like that” He explained, narrowing his eyes at the TV.

“So what? I wanna watch it” I was finally able to grab the remote out of his hands. I quickly switched through the channels again.

“No!” Taehyung dramatically shouted, attacking me in the process. He lifted me off of him so I was now laying on my back, him on top of me.

“Taehyung you’re crushing me!” I gasped.

“That’s the point! Then you can’t change the channels” But it was too late. I had finally found the channel, watching in content with Taehyung on top of me, his head turned away from the TV.

I noticed it wasn;t a concert or fanmeeting, it was an interview. Even better.

“So I need to ask you something” The interviewer asked, pointing towards Taehyung. I smiled, interested as to what he would ask.

“So we all know about your relationship with Y/N-” The other BTS members hooted and clapped. Some who were close to Taehyung patted him on his back.

Meanwhile the Taehyung with me was hiding his face in my neck, afraid to watch it. I rested my hand over his open ear so he couldn’t hear either, occasionally playing with the strands of his hair near his ear.

“Taehyung on the TV nodded "Well then I have to ask how that’s going?” How does it work? I mean since you both are busy and all" The interviewer finished.

“He talks about her a lot!” Jungkook answered for him.

“And he calls her a lot too!” Jimin added.

“He never lets me talk to her when he calls her though” Jin pouted. I chuckled knowing full well he was lying; Jin would always steal the phone from Tae, running off into the closet so he wouldn’t find him. We would end up having hour long conversations before Taehyung can find him.

“Hey, Hey! He asked me” Taehyung pointed out, the rest chuckling “Y/N and I are doing good actually. I met her before we debuted so we have been best friends for a while now. I finally got the courage two years ago to ask her out; Probably the best decision in my entire life” I smiled even larger. The other members made kissing sounds and saying “Oooh"s

"That’s really good! So how would you describe her?”

“Well… She’s funny.. Sweet.. She is always worrying about my health, telling me to eat and stay healthy. She’s makes sure that I tell other members as well. She can always cheer me up even when I’m at the worst of worsts. She is a very good cook-Which is an up side considering I can’t cook at all- She has the most beautiful smile in the entire world. Her eyes are gorgeous. She just makes me all happy inside. I don’t know it’s just really good” Taehyung finished. I could almost feel a tear slip past my cheek. He had never once told me any of this. Of course Taehyung is a very affectionate guy, but when it comes to sharing his feelings, he normally bottles it up afraid he will say something wrong.

Taehyung groaned in my neck, clearly embarrassed.

“That is so sweet!” The interviewer exclaimed “So when was the last time you have seen her?” He suddenly asked. You could tell the air in the room the members were in became tense. Taehyung shifted in his seat.

“Um… I think.. It’s been about a year..” The crowd became silent, a couple gasp being heard amongst the silence.

“Really? A year? Wow that’s a long time. So you guys are maintaining a long distant relationship?” Taehyung nodded “Oh. Well that’s awesome that you two are still going strong. I applaud you”

“Thank you”

“So are you planning on seeing her anytime soon; Surprising her or just visiting” The interviewer pressed on.

“Actually I already have something planned. I was planning on surprising her for our anniversary. I was-” The TV was suddenly shut off. I looked up and realized Taehyung was sitting up now and managed to grab the remote out of my hands.

“Wait! Wait! I want to see what you were going to say!” I shouted.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then babe!” He sat down next to me. He frowned when he noticed my glassy eyes and wet cheeks, hovering over me again to examine my face.

“Why are you crying?” He brushed his thumb over my cheek to wipe the tears.

I sniff while chuckling “I don’t know… I’ve just never heard you say anything like that.. It makes me feel good..” I trailed off. He gives me a warm smile, leaning down to kiss my nose.

“Well every word is one hundred percent true. I don’t know what I would do without you” Taehyung leaned down again, placing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

Suddenly my stomach felt wrong, not exactly in the best way. It started churning and a bad familiar feeling built up in my stomach. I immediately pushed Taehyung off of me, running towards the bathroom.

“Oh god!” I yelled on the way. As soon as I made it to the toilet I instantly started vomiting. I didn’t even know I had anything in my stomach.

I could hear Taehyung’s heavy footsteps running into the bathroom. He sighed and pulled my hair back in a pony tail, rubbing small circles on my back with his free hand.

After I was done choking to death I was able to brush my teeth. The entire time I thought back to what could have possibly make me throw up. Did I have a stomach virus? Maybe the flu? It made no sense; I felt completely fine otherwise.

Through the reflection of the mirror I can see Taehyung leaning against the door frame, giving me a questionable look. He was probably racking his brain just as much as I was.

“So..” He started “Was kissing me that bad for you?” Taehyung playfully pouted and I chuckled.

“No! Of course not. I don’t even know what’s going on; I felt completely fine before and I still feel completely find now..” I explained while rinsing my mouth.

“Huh..” Taehyung finished “Do you happen to want something to eat? You should probably get something in your system” He suggested and I shrugged.

“What’s there to eat?” I walk out of the bathroom with Taehyung on my heels. Walking into the kitchen, I hop onto the counter while Taehyung rummages through the fridge.

“I could make you some eggs.. Or better yet; ramyun with eggs. Your favorite” I scowled. The thought of ramyun suddenly didn’t sound to appetizing.

“No. I’m really not in the mood for that” I answer. Taehyung closes the fridge and stares at me dumb founded “What?” I ask in confusion.

“You? Not in the mood for your favorite meal? You always want ramyun with eggs” He walks closer to me, standing in between my legs and wrapping his arms around my waist “What is going on with you?” He asks.

“I don’t know..”

“Have you started your period?” I chuckle, playfully hitting him on the chest.

“No you dork! I’m actually a week late..” I trail; A thought suddenly occurring. I thought back to two weeks ago.

“Tae?” I start and he nods “Did we use a condom…?”

~To Be Continued~