being adorable talking on the phone being adorable walking down the street

Again

Originally posted by natpekis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 7,501 (ok kinda sorry)

Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol

Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.

A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*

Y/F/I = Your First Initial


I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm

I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars

But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm

I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm


You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky. 

“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.

Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.

“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”

You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.

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Astro Reaction To You Having Tattoos But A Sweet Personality

here you go <3 (this is in bullets)

Jinjin

Originally posted by astrodaily

  • when he first met you he thought you were an angel
  • sweet personality, cute laugh, ummm you’re adorable ok???
  • he always thought you were cuddly teddy bears, kittens and puppies, unicorns, you know…
  • then when you went on the stage with your rock band he would be like
  • W O A H 
  • I  T H I N K  I  F E L L  I N  L O V E
  • so like backstage when you get off the stage he’s in awe at your performance
  • he compliments you incessantly like “omg you were so good” and “sTEP ON ME YOURE PERFECT”
  • and you just laugh cutely and he’s like (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • and then you two go on a date bc you think jinjin is rlly kyoot too
  • and on the first date you decided to show him your tattoos
  • you show him your favorite one which is a rose on your shoulder, a dragon on your neck, some quotes hidden on your body, and basically everything that means a lot to you and is your soul
  • and at first he’s taken aback bc he never thought you to be such an edgy person
  • but now that he knows he feels closer and more in love than ever
  • he’s t o u c h e d you showed them to him and he’s even considering getting a tattoo now too

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I Bet You Won’t Do It Again

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Jimin+others*no sexual contact*)

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Summary: Jungkook and you have been seeing each other for years now, you love each other deeply. But Jungkook has been away touring a lot and you were lonely. He comes back and doesn’t like what he sees, which makes him jealous {involving Jimin}.

Warning: Very Dirty Smut, Spanking, Bruising, Dom-kook, Overstimulation, Choking, Daddy Kink, Rimming, Dirty language,[A lot of filthiness is in here omfg ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ)] Name calling {Slut,Whore etc} and finally Begging, 

A/N: This took me a while, to get into my real dirty side, Since I took a while away from writing smut, Also I’m not sure if you want sex included in it, but since this usually leads to sex in my head,I hope I didn’t overdo it lol, Jungkook does things to me. Yeah I hope you enjoy this mess..well it’s not messy but yeah..it’s a mess huhuhu

Jungkook smut “I’m going to spank you until you are crying, begging me to stop” Where he spanks you because he is jealous - anon


It has been 3 months, since you last saw Jungkook. You were feeling lonely, and neglected. You knew he loved you, and you loved him, but you couldn’t help that you were horny. You would often help yourself because he wasn’t there to satisfy you.You’d watch him live on a show and get worked up on how good he looked every time he appeared.

You’d moan his name,slowly fingering yourself, every time you heard him speak so innocently. Squirming with the pillow between your chest.

“Jungkook I love-” gasping already reaching your high,tensing up just by hearing him sing. Your middle finger, covered in your cum, you ride out your high, with your finger still deep inside of you. Once you pull out you stare at it, not ashamed but worried.

“How long will I be doing this…” You sigh, getting up and walking into the bathroom to wash your hands. Once you left the bathroom, the phone began to ring, as you picked it up a accustomed adorable voice answered.

“Hey! y/n, How have you been?” He says concerned but with a cute growl. His eyes wide, imagining your smile right now.

“Oh how, i missed your voice Jimin” You hear his cute chuckle over the phone before replying

“Y/N, we are back from touring,ah.. jungkookie misses you a lot, he’s been talking about how much he wanted to see you- Jungkook cuts him off, covering his mouth and aggressively shoving him, catching the other members attention.”YA! Jungkookie haha will you come meet us at the coffee shop in 30?” He giggled as kookie tried to grab the phone.

You grinned, “yay!, I’ll be there soon” After hanging up, you hop in the shower and grab a towel after you get out in 20 minutes, and put on a cute black bra and panty set. Jungkook being the one that bought it for you before he left. You put a pink floral crop top, and black shorts, that barely covered your thighs on. You put on black knee high socks and some cute high heels, You put your hair up into a cute bun (whether your hair being naturally curly or straight)

You grabbed your black over sized sweater and left out, When you were walking and crossing the street, You saw Yoongi a friend and someone who worked with kookie, walk outside the coffee shop, to sit outside. Your eyes followed to witness the rest of them sitting outside, eating donuts and drinking coffee.

Jimin was the first to see you and call your name, Jungkook who was munching on a donut, stopped chewing, looking up at you, his cheeks puffed up, looking like a cute bunny. You giggled at the reaction from the lover. He was staring intensively, almost choking on his donut when Namjoon accidentally hit him on the back with his elbow.

“y/n! come over here! we are over here” Jimin says, finishing his coffee already.

You walk over and Jimin quickly arose from his seat to snatch you up in his arms.

“Wooah, y/n you’ve gotten prettier!” Jimin complimented, looking you up and down. Jungkook kept staring like he never saw you before. You grinned, glancing at him as if you had a high school crush on each other.

Jimin noticed the glares, and waved his hands in front of the young maknae. Jimin smirked at Jungkook.

“y/n..you look beautiful” he spoke suddenly, you blushed at this as he was still staring. Jungkook stood up, and nervously scratches his head. He looked lost, forgetting what he was going to do, with powder from the donut on the side of his lips. You wiped it off, missing how you used to do it, when he was here frequently.

Jimin took your hand and held it, intertwining with yours. Jungkook eyed Jimin down.

“y/n, you are glowing!” He smiled at you, “Oh, I haven’t bought your coffee yet,my treat.” He says, 

“Jimin, you are the sweetest! thank you” You walk away with Jimin, glancing back at jungkook as he just stood there.

“Jungkookie-ah..Sit down” Yoongi said softly, looking at jungkook like he was obsessive and crazy. After coming back, jungkook being in daze, thinking about you. He turned his attention to you and jimin laughing about old times.

As he kept complimenting you on your looks ever since they came back. You giving sweet smile and blushes, that should’ve been toward jungkook, but he couldn’t find himself speaking at least one word to you. And he just sat there as if he were jealous of the hyung.

You stroked Jimin’s hair, angry at how Jungkook just ignored you, and spoke lightly to Taehyung.

“You look really cute with this hair color” You tilt your head, adoring Jimin’s eye smiles. Jungkook had the last straw, he clenched his fists looking over at you when you ruffled Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s hand, grazing over yours now.

“We should get going now”Jungkook said cutting off Jimin. 

“Hah..This guy..We just got here” Jin chuckled, with food in his cheeks.

“I have a surprise for y/n” He said, glaring at you darkly. He removed himself from the table. Grabbing your hand from Jimins, Practically dragging you to the house, you couldn’t even get a word out.

The rest just stared at you and Jimin shrugged it off, They went on to talking.

“Babe! What is wrong with you? You just embarrassed me in front of-” You yelled at him for yanking you upstairs, He ignored you until you got to the door.

“I don’t fucking care y/n.. open the door” He ordered furiously, breathing like a bull.You observed his expression, His hands clenching, his face flushed red. He was angry with you but you didn’t know why. You knew exactly what was going to happen once you both entered that house. You took your keys out, opening it slowly. He grabbed your wrist pulling you inside, and slamming you into the door, forcing it to close loudly.

“Jungkook!” You gasped, your hand still on the knob, your chest heaved, trying to catch your breathe. 

“Are you trying to piss me off y/n?” He says sternly, locking you into his direction, with his hands pinned on to both sides of the wall. Your grasp on the inside knob of the door, weakened and your hand slowly came up to his chest. Trying to create this small distance between you too.

“No! what is your problem? You’ve only said a few words to me, and ignored me the whole time-

“What gives you the right, to flirt with Jimin?, in front of me?, You think Daddy wouldn’t notice?” He grunts, moving in closer to your ear. “Over my knee ..now y/n” He roughly removes his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

You were getting really turned on by this, loving this side of him, missing his touch and his dominance over you. You gained lust for him, biting your lip as you watched him sit across the couch with his legs spread out.

He licks his lips, looking up at you now, waiting for you to approach him and once you did, he took you into his strong grasp, displaying you across his knees. He pulled off your shorts and ripped off your panties, seeing those black panties, made him strain you.

“Fuck y/n, do you know what you do to me?” He growls, smacking your ass, and squeezing your right cheek all at once. The sound bounced off the walls, making you moan at the feeling.

You were getting wet by his jealous behavior, and the feel of his rough hands on your ass. Your legs bolted up, when he landed another slap on your left cheek a bit harder, squeezing and rubbing the purple colored skin.

“Daddy shit!” you hissed, pushing yourself up,shivering helplessly.. whimpering at this point, your wetness pouring down your thigh. The pleasure being that intense.

“Now i’m going to ask you this simple question Y/n” He lifts your ass in the air, admiring the view of it in his face practically, “And if you give me the wrong answer, I’m going to spank you until you are crying” He pauses, landing another hard smack and squeeze to your ass, you gasped biting your lap.

Moaning in awe, and gripping the couch for dear life.

“Begging me to stop” He continued, teasingly, sticking a finger into your wet hole. You squealed, trying to move away from his middle finger.

“Jungk-” You growled at him, instinctively grabbing his wrist.”You’re gonna make me cum already” You moaned 

“You’re soaked babygirl.” He said, before gripping your hand and putting straining you down. “I hope you haven’t been fucking your self while I was away” He warned, slowly moving his finger in and out of your convulsing hole.

You blushed, knowing that you have. You burried your face into the cushion.

“Have you?” He spanks you harder twice more, biting down on to his lap, making it bleed. He loved watching you suffer.

“Daddy please!” You cried out.

“Beg me”He grunted,”Beg me to fucking stop y/n”

“Jungkookie! i’m going to cum pleaseeee”A cryful moan escaping your lips.

“Please what babygirl?” He chuckled darkly at your struggle.

You grind yourself onto his thighs, biting on the couch, at how painful his hands were treating you but turning you on at the same time. You clenched around his finger hard, knowing that you were so close already, and as he sped up you were leaking on to his finger and thigh.

“Answer the fucking question y/n!” He gripped you ass again, landing 3 more smacks, making you cum unexpectedly on to his pants. You moaned his name loudly. He smirked and shaking his head. “You dirty little whore”

“Yes” You say purposely, giggling seductively, rising your ass in air a bit higher than it was.

He pulls your head back, roughly kissing you, rudely sticking his tongue into your mouth without permission, you didn’t mind, battling with his tongue, and cupping his jaw. 

He stood up, unbuckling his pants, clenching his jaw and smirking at you hungrily. He nods his head over to the kitchen counter. You licking your lips and walking over to the counter. He threw his belt over to the side following you.

He grabs your waist, making out with you now, performing opened mouth kisses on you, and grinding into your exposed wet pussy, his hand came up under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. He latched his lips onto your neck, sucking deeply at the flesh making a moan escape your bruised lips.

Your clit throbbing, anticipating for his cock to rub up against it. He turns you around, your back facing his, he began to kiss the back of your neck. You grabbed on to his hair, ruffling it into the palm of your hand.

You both began to strip off your shirts, he kissed your right shoulder, squeezing your left shoulder, anxious he was and so were you. The only sounds you could hear were faint moans and heavy breathing between you two. Unclasping your bra with just one hand, he threw it, biting at the tip of your ear now.

“You touched yourself to me y/n” He growled into your ear, you nodded, making him bend you over, and pull his pants down in just seconds. His pants hanging onto his thighs, He touched his aching cock and moaned throwing his head back.

“You’ve been such a dirty slut, since i’ve been gone y/n” He strokes his cock repeatively, hard squeezing the pre cum out. Running his thumb over the tip and cursing when he felt your ass brush against the wet tip.

He stroked once more, before ramming his cock inside of you, he let you adjust before moving inside you,letting himself go deep, and pulling himself off before ramming back inside of you.You cried out in complete bliss, He grabbed a hand full of you hair. Rimming you into the counter, and telling you dirty things.

“Who owns this pussy y/n, tell me” He grunts, hitting your spot so easily,His thick cock thrusted up into you, rubbing against your clit so nicely, making you lose control and crying out his name. His starts to rub your clit rapidly,Pinching the bud as the wet sounds filled both of your ears, making your mouth drop at the sudden action. It felt so fucking good too.

“You-u daddy!” You moaned, pushing yourself into him, grinding your clit on to his middle finger, as pre cum slipped continuously out of you. You growled, when he slapped your ass again, sending shockwaves up your spine, coursing through your groin, making you even more horny.

“No one will ever fuck you like this, you got it!” He shouted, his rough hand, clutched on your neck, rimming deep into you now, you shouted at this, choking and biting your bottom lip so hard. He had marks all over your back, Both of you sweating in the heat of rough sex.

“Fuck me with your fat cock baby” You cried out, clenching around him now, 

He grabbed your right breasts, slapping at it and holding your chest close to him, whispering in your ear about how much he loves how your pussy clenches around him. He gasped, his mouth dropping, his cock twitching inside of you. With his hot cum spilling out of you, down your leg.

He came violently, without warning you and so did you. His body twitched as he spilled inside of you as he pulled out slowly. You wrapped your arm around his neck, kissing him again.

“Since when do you get jealous?” You teased him, sweeping your hair back from your face.

“y/n …don’t start” He chuckles, as he cleans both of you off.

You lick your lips playfully as he looks up at you exposing his adam’s apple while zipping up his pants. “What if I told you I used toys” You say as you played with his chin.

“Oh?..without me?…” He smirks, looking down at your hardened nipples. “I bet you wont do it again

Cheerleader - pt.6

ITS (mostly) A ROYALITY FRIEND-DATE

bc i was told by a certain someone (thanks lisa) to include more royality friendship lol

well, this isn’t going to last long- i mean what this chapter is them getting their hair dyed and more. have fun.

Tagged: @starlight-sanders, @sanspie122, @80s-addict, @watch-me-introvert, @princeyandanxiety, @imin-loveanon, @the-real-numba-one, @gaysonofjafar, @gotta-love-dem-sides, @just-a-random-word(if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list, just ask!)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/sex appeal?, homophobia :(

Ships: Logicality and Prinxiety, hinted Royality??

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“Okay girls! And you two! Go have a break!” The coach yelled. Roman and Patton walked over to where their water bottles sat. At that exact moment, Roman was struck with, what he thought to be, the best idea of his life.

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freakykrazykenzie  asked:

Hey! I'm so gonna request a bunch of things, I just love your writing! Can I get an imagine where the reader is a famous musical actress and her and Ethan were secretly dating. Ethan than tells all of his gaming youtube friends that he has a girlfriend for months and they freak out when they see her? Really random I know!

ahh!!! thank you so much, babe!! i appreciate it. i never get asks like this!! this is adorable omf,, tysm!

Actress

So you were a busybody, okay, sure- but look at how far you’ve come.

You never thought this many people would know your name. You’re amazed daily by how many people recognize you, and how many paparazzi come to photograph you. Granted, your stylists and dressmakers are absolutely amazing, and you can never thank them enough. You’ve tried so hard not to let fame go to your head, and honestly? You try to rock an example point of view; not too much makeup, not too much skin, and not nothing at the same time. The time of va-va-voom everybody looks for in a humble yet beautiful girl, especially on the runway.

You started off as a child actress, working your way up the ranks, and you never thought that one of your shows would be such a big hit. You call it “yours”, but you didn’t write it. It’s just the show you got a lead in, and managed to make happen. And of course, it being musical was only the beginning. Apparently, your singing voice is something to savor all across Instagram, and although you’re still keeping a light mind when it comes to compliments, hearing it often is not bad for your self-esteem.

And yet… you’re struggling somewhat with balancing your life, your work… and Ethan.

You met him at an opening night for some shoe you forget the name of. He was dressed up, you were dressed up, and there was some small talk here and there, but all and all, what drew you to him was how you were treated like a human. Sure, you shouldn’t expect people to know who you are right off the bat, but you also don’t feel like it’d be a bad thing to be prepared for some seriously rude questions.

But with Ethan, he seemed like he knew who you were, and still just… treated you like a friend.

“Hi,” he’d said, “You’re Y/N, right? Pleasure to meet you, I’m a huge fan.” His smile was contagious and he shook your hand. “I’m Ethan.”

Because it was so late, he even offered to stay with you so you could get into your car safely. Creeps on the street are not something you enjoy, and he understood completely and even offered you a ride “in the least creepy way possible, I swear”, but you had a car coming and he was fine with that, too.

You laughed, hesitated, and then gave him your number. Told him he had to keep it a secret, everything, or he’d be in big trouble and you’d have to get a new phone. Again.

He promised up and down that your secret was safe with him.

It only took a couple of months of texting back and forth to realize how much you really liked Ethan. You learned that he was frequently on the Internet making a fool of himself in the best way, and even showed you the “stupid” videos he posted. They were adorable in your opinion, and you couldn’t help but watch a bunch of them before you went to bed… every night. He was just so charming.

He made the first move to suggest asking you out, and you texted him back a “fuck it, yeah” because that’s how he’s influenced you. You laugh about how little you used to swear, and how much he’s changed you.

He took you out to dinner and dancing and it was… so amazing.

It felt childish for you to talk to him so often, but you’re for sure “in like” with him, and he kept on responding to your messages. There were a couple nights when you’d Skype, and he’d just seem eager and adorable and rambly. And his entire personality had won you over so quickly that you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’s kind of unheard of for celebrities to walk red carpets with anybody who has below millions of dollars, but you had one of your designers start making a blue tuxedo. It was an impulsive buy.

“Ethan,” you’d said one day, while lounging on your couch with your head in his lap. He was playing with your hair and squishing your cheeks. “Do you wanna walk the red carpet with me next week?”

Ethan looks so pricelessly excited. “Uh, duh, who would say no to that?”

“My agent,” you joke, and he laughs. “We can call it a date if you want. Just smile for the camera and try not to do anything too cheesy.”

“I would never try to embarrass you like that,” he sounds serious. “You’re way too cute.”

“What about your friends? You always talk about them, but are you gonna tell them you’re running off with your… “famous”, psh, girlfriend to an event?“

“Weeeeell, y'see… I haven’t told them we’re dating yet. They’d kinda freak out a little, I think. A, that I have a girlfriend, and B, that you’re my girlfriend.”

You’re blushing a little. He sounds adorable calling you his girlfriend. “Yeah, I get it. But you could invite them if you wanted.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair, fluffing it out. “For now we can just sit here and you can be beautiful.”

You giggle.

You’re a little worried that he isn’t going to show up.

For one thing, even if he doesn’t, you’re assured that you’ll still look good. And although you might be a little frustrated, Ethan only ever has good reasons for being absent. You’ve got on a floor-length electric blue dress with a high leg slit and a… too-plunging-for-your-taste neckline. But it’s really comfortable fabric with a flowy skirt. You really hope Ethan likes it, and that he enjoys his tuxedo. It looks amazing on him, he tried it on for you before the show.

About five minutes later, Ethan pokes his head in. His hair dye is faded blue-purple, but his hair is tied up in a bun, anyways. He even has on stage makeup from an artist, probably. His glasses look adorable. And he even gasps when he sees you.

“You look fucking amazing.”

“I could say the same to you, holy-”

He picks you up in a hug and spins you around, before giving a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he takes your arm in his and lets you lean on him like all of those adorable runway pictures, and you tilt his head down to see you. You give him a huge smile.

“Don’t look into any camera in particular, okay? Just look off into the distance, it makes all the pictures look a little better. Act like you like me,” you tease, and the agent gives you two the cue to walk.

Ethan’s a natural at handling all of the cameras. He follows your advice, gives you a kiss on the cheek, smiles, and holds tightly onto you. That’s the only indication that he’s nervous. Otherwise, his entire body is calm and collected.

He walks off the paparazzi section of the carpet with you, mumbling something about his phone.

“I got a text from Mark,” he says, and you look expectantly up at him. “He’s spamming me "what the fuck” and a picture of us backstage.“

"But… nobody took a picture of us backstage?”

“Maybe the security gaurd? It’s me spinning you around. The fuck is this?”

“Secret’s out now, Ethan. Gotta deal with me dating you in full force now,” you joke, to make him laugh before you keep walking.

After the event, you get a text from Ethan.

“I think all of my friends have a crush on you, too :P”

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A Head, A Heart, & A Crown {Biadore} Chapter 16 -C*NT

A/N: This is the second to last chapter! 😭😭😭 I can’t even believe it tbh, but I’m happy to say 1. This chapter is long (yay) 8500+ words! 2. TW: NSFW 😏 Smut is coming after 15 chapters of angst, drama, crazy ex boyfriends and competition. 3. It’s been almost a year since I got into Drag Race, so to see where I was a year ago, to now is something else. 4. Thank you to my lovely beta trixies-padding and 5. Thank YOU to all of the readers who have loved this story and continued to read it and give feedback! Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

hi!!! ive been kinda down recently and i need some cheering up so i was wondering if u had any headcanons on my fav trans girls jason and percy?!? thanx

Aw, I hope you feel better soon, and I sure do! I already have some trans girls Jason hcs here and one for Percy’s name here but I will always find more ways to talk about my daughters

  • When Jason finds out that Percy is trans she almost cries because finally, there’s someone who’s trans who she can talk to
  • While on the Argo II they have sleepovers where Percy teaches Clio how to paint nails, put on lipstick properly, how to braid her hair, and they talk about people they like, and Clio finds it’s so surreal because she’s never had the opportunity to fully feel like some silly teenage girl… and she loves it
  • They both find braiding hair really relaxing, so whenever they’re stressed, they’ll search out the other and ask to braid their hair
  • Sally and (trans woman) Paul(a) adopts Clio and immediately help her just like they helped Percy
  • Clio adores Sally and Paul and honestly sees them as her parents, and is just so moved to see an older trans woman in a happy relationship, being apart of a happy family?
  • Clio isn’t actually really girly, but she can’t help but love it when Percy drags her along to do something like go watch awful romance films or go clothes shopping
  • She was highkey terrified when she met Thalia again and had to explain that yeah, it was her, she used to be Jason, but Thalia was playfully just like ‘wtf you’re taller and prettier than me? Sis, we need to have a talk’ - basically she was super chill and Clio was so surprised and happy
  • AND LET ME HAVE THIS IDEA of Artemis offering Clio a place in her Hunt and subtly hinting that she knew Clio was trans and that made no difference, that she was a girl and so was just as deserving of a place as Thalia and that just… it hit her hard, and she was over the moon, even though she had to decline
  • The first time Clio went to Pride she literally cried and laughed and smiled and clung onto Percy for dear life
  • They go every year wearing matching shirts because they’re like that
  • Clio loves how she actually feels like she’s allowed to show how much she loves her friends and hug them and hold their hand (like she absolutely loves being able to hold Percy’s hand as they walk down the street without anyone throwing slurs)
  • As she begins to become more comfortable with herself, she finally gets a pixie cut, and along with her HP style glasses she literally looks so beautiful, like someone who’s picture you would so use in an aesthetic for your favourite character because she just looks that pretty Percy is so gay for her
  • She discovers that she really really likes flower crowns, and floral patterns, and looks amazing in them
  • The first time she feels confident enough to wear a suit has everyone shook because damn she literally looks like a goddess, everyone is in awe
  • PIGGYBACKRIDES!
  • She’s super protective over Percy because even though she knows Percy can handle herself, she looks so pretty and sweet and she’s soo much shorter than Clio
  • So yeah, Percy looks like some pretty delicate mermaid (with the body of Samantha Wright) who dyes her hair a thousand different colours and loves wearing seashell jewellery, but will break your wrist if you’re transphobic
  • She transitioned early on thanks to Sally being the best mum ever
  • She can run in heels and can totally use them as a weapon if needs be
  • She was honestly so happy to have met Clio too, even with Paula as her mum too, as it was nice to talk to someone who was trans and her own age
  • Percy adores friendship bracelets, she will make and give one to everyone she loves
  • It was a bit awkward when she bumped into her namesake, but ‘Phone was honestly just flattered so it’s all good

This is all I can think of at the moment!

Headcannons: Hamliza

Ship: Hamliza (Alexander Hamilton x Elizabeth Schuyler)

HC’s: Their First Date

A/N: You all really liked the last Hamliza headcannons I did and someone said they’d really like to see their first date and what am I here for if not to deliver more sickly sweet, fluffy as cloud headcannons about these two dorks. I got a little carried away and this is a lot longer than the last one (oops) but I hope you enjoy, okay, without further ado, let the fluff begin.






- Okay so, it’s been a few days since they met and they’ve been texting non-stop.
- Eliza is all flustered and squealing and covering her face as she texts Alex.
- Alex is grinning like and idiot and his hands are shaking from nerves and also excitement.
- It’s late on a friday night and Alex suggest meeting up for coffee the next morning, Eliza replies immediately with, ‘that would be wonderful, what time?’ and Alex has to take a moment to remember how to breathe because OH MY GOD SHE SAID YES.
- He quickly texts a time and she agrees to it and they’re both grinning like idiots and as soon as they bid each other goodnight their both jumping around and yelling for joy.
- Their both really cute and dumb okay.
- Really cute.
- The next morning Eliza is beaming and oozing happiness, she got up early and has already done her make up, has on a cute outfit, has made an amazing breakfast for herself and is watching the minutes tick by with eagerness.
- Angelica and Peggy are not morning people. But anyones day can brighten after a flash of Elizas smile and as they both drag themselves into the kitchen they feel their moods change just by Eliza bidding them good morning.
- They ask what she’s so happy about and she excitedly tells them about getting coffee with Alex.
- Angelica rolls her eyes and continues to make herself a coffee.
- Peggy on the other hand gets hyped up and grins at her big sister.
- “Oh like a date?”
- Eliza suddenly freezes, her face flushing.
- It is a date isn’t it.
- Suddenly Eliza is pacing and freaking out because she has never been on a date, definetley not a coffee date, is she wearing the right clothes, is her make up okay, what if she says something dumb-
- Angelica puts her hands on Eliza’s shoulders and reassures her it’s going to be fine, her clothes are cute, her makeup is on point and he’ll probably be the one saying something dumb no her smart little sister.
- Cue Angelica and Peggy hyping Eliza up before she races out more ready and excited than before.
- Also cue Angelica and Peggy talking about what they’ll do to Alex if he hurts Eliza.

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Good or Gone? || Ashton Irwin

Request:  Can you do an imagine where y/n dates Ash and they get into a huge fight and she leaves saying she’s going to a friend’s by she never makes it there because she’s in an accident and ends up in a coma and he gets a call early in the morning about it from Luke, who’s her cousin, and yeah. But please don’t kill y/n. I don’t think I could handle that. Thanks!

I M A G I N E 

“What the hell do you mean it was ‘just a peck?’” You yelled, mimicking Ashtons words with an attempt at the Australian accent. You held up a magazine with Ashton kissing Bryana, the blonde babe that you always had suspicions on. She had been hanging out with Ashton a lot during his tour and you had to sit at home and hope Ashton didn’t cheat on you. But now your paranoia rang true and you were at home, arguing with your boyfriend. 

“It was barely a kiss, Y/N!” Ashton yelled, taking a swig of his beer. “Fuck off it, Y/N, it was a peck. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t see the big fucking deal?”

“You don’t see the big fucking deal?” You asked, purely shocked at hearing Ashton’s response. The pedestal that was holding your heart was beginning to crack. Ashtons words were already getting to you, making your body tremble. “You kissed another girl that wasn’t me, Ashton, that’s the fucking problem.” 

“You know what, Y/N?” Ashton said slowly, pointing at you with the hand that held the beer. “Fuck off. Just fucking leave. I honestly don’t need this lecturing and shit from someone who isn’t a hot model like Bryana, all right? So just fucking go!” You watched Ashton attentively, seeing as his hazel eyes were dark and stringing. He was serious. He wanted you gone and out of his life. Your pedestal was falling to pieces very slowly, your heart unable to keep balance anymore. 

“You know what? Fine!” You flail your arms in the air. “If this is what you want, fine! I’ll up and get out of your life, Irwin!” You rush away from his sight, trying so hard to keep the tears inside. Grabbing one of your bags, you shove random pieces of clothing into it. You heard footsteps, knowing Ashton was entering the room.

“Y/N, are you actually going?” Ashton asks in surprise, watching as you zip closed the bag and stood up. You hung the bag on your shoulder, keeping a tight grip on the straps with your hands. “Y/N, you can’t be serious right now…”

“I can’t be serious right now?” You asked him, practically fueled with anger. “You’re the one who wants me gone for a fucking model right now! So yes, I’m so damn serious right now!” Shoving passed Ashton, you leave the room you two once shared and head for the door. 

“No, Y/N, come back here!” You roll your eyes at Ashtons calls. Picking up your phone from the kitchen counter, you immediately text your best friend. You request to stay with her for a bit, saying how you were having relationship problems. She responded a few minutes later saying it was all right. Rushing to the door, you open it and rush outside. Ashton was at your tail, following you with his speed walking. “Y/N, turn around and fucking face me!”

“Oh, you wanna be faced? All right,” you turn around to look up at the face you fell in love with. It stung your heart, like a bird pecking at it. “We are done, all right? Evidently I’m not good enough for you and you’ve been wanting to fuck Bryana since the day you met her. So there, I’ll leave your damn life so you can finally be happy because evidently you weren’t happy with me!” 

“Y/N, please-” you heard begs and pleads from Ashton, but he didn’t chase after you. And although that really punched you in the face, he gave you the confirmation. He wasn’t happy with you, it seems. He’s not chasing you because he’s finally rid of you, you thought. Your heart finally fell as you were long gone from the house you lived in and the boy you considered home. That’s when you finally cried. 

You cried because it hurt. You cried because he was your best friend and knew everything about you. It hurt because all his kisses were sweet and he tasted like apples and smelled like fresh morning dew drops hanging from leaves. It hurt because you were gonna miss that warm feeling when he looked at you with those hazel eyes. It hurt because he was the best at making toast with Vegemite (the perfect amount) smeared on it. It hurt because his laugh was like music to your ears every time you heard it. It especially hurt because although you recognize and adore all his flavors, to him, you taste of nothing. You thought that these tears would never end. 

Before you knew it, you clashed and become one with a truck while crossing the street. 


Ashton POV (kinda with yours, too)

“Fuck!” Ashton yelled, kicking one of your nice couches you bought at a thrift store. Ashton was broken. Once you up and left from his life, although possibly temporary, he hated what he did. Not only cheating on you, but breaking your heart and causing you to leave without even attempting to work it out. “I’m such an idiot!” He throws his half full beer bottle at the wall. He was overcome with emotion, feeling tears falling from his cheeks as he began to punch the wall. 

She looks so perfect standing there… Ashtons phone was ringing. Blood played at his knuckles, with his hands trembling hard. He was praying for it to stop, for the pain and feeling of loss and emptiness to go away. But it can’t go away, so long as you weren’t by his side. At this moment, he hated Bryana more than ever, wishing so much to rid her from his life. In fact, he wished that she never entered it. Reluctantly going to his phone, he noticed it was your cousin and his band mate, Luke.

“Luke?” Ashton asked in a quiet tone, hoping his tear-strained voice won’t be noticed. “You need anything, mate?”

“Yeah, um…” Luke said slowly on the phone. Ashton noticed that his voice was a bit shaky. “Did the hospital call you yet or…” Ashton was confused at this point, holding the phone at his ear better.

“What do you mean if the hospital called me?” Ashton asked. “I didn’t get any calls from the hospital. Is everything all right? Did you get hurt or something, mate?”

“Not um, me in particular, Ashton…” Luke said, his voice very shaky now. “Ashton, Y/N is in the hospital…” Ashton felt himself go pale. His heart stopped, along with his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. 

“Y/N is in… is in the hospital?” Ashton asked, barely whispering. “What the fuck do you mean she’s in the hospital? What the fuck happened?” Ashton wanted answers. He was feeling angry, sad, anxious, confused, worried. His heart was racing, with his mind burning with questions. “Is she okay? Can I talk to her?”

“Er, you can’t…” Luke started. “Y/N was hit by a truck. Although it wasn’t going full speed, it was a very strong collision.” Ashtons heart stopped again. “She’s currently being bandaged up and stitched, so she’s all right, but…”

“But…?” Ashton asked. He heard Luke sigh. 

“She’s in a coma, Ashton.” Before Luke knew it, Ashton bolted from the house and ran straight to the hospital. 


1 Month Later…

“Visiting hours end at 10, okay?” A nice nurse told Ashton as he was entering your room. Ashton gave her an understanding nod as he entered with a bouquet of roses. “And hey, sir?” Ashton turned his head over to listen. “She might not wake up right now, so I wouldn’t have too many high hopes on it.” And with that, the nurse shut the door and it was just Ashton and you. 

“Hey, Y/N…” Ashton whispered, walking up to your lifeless body. You were pale, attached to a series of machines and water bags. Your body was ornate with needles and wires, the only main sound being your heart rate recording. “I’ve got you some roses, baby. They were the last bouquet of roses at the shop. I hope you like them.” Although you could only see black, you were listening to him and responding in your head.

Thank you, Ashton.

“Y/N…” Ashton started, putting the flowers to one of the visitors chairs and pulling the other over to you. He took a seat and took your hand in his, feeling awful to feel how cold it was. “Fuck, it’s been a month, Y/N, since I’ve heard your voice and seen your life in motion. And honestly, it is fucking killing me slowly. I wish so much to bring that girl I adore so much back to the world…”

I wish I can come back, too. 

“Y/N,” Ashton starts again, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb. “I’m so fucking sorry. For everything, Y/N. For drinking while you were yelling at me. For kissing Bryana because you weren’t around. For being on tour so much with little visits that didn’t last so long. I can’t believe we ended up here, Y/N…”

You’re telling me.

“It’s crazy because the more you don’t wake up, the less of you I see,” Ashton whispers, looking down at your intertwined hands. “Your lips aren’t pink and plump like they were. Your skin is pale and cold, like ice. Your body is getting skinnier and bony. Even your fucking scent is disappearing! The scent i love so much is leaving!”

I’m sorry. I’m trying my best.

“Do you remember when we were making that music video for Try Hard?” Ashton asked, smiling fondly at the memory. “You were crying with joy because you were so scared of rollar coasters but you loved them so much. The way you spoke about them, too. How they gave you ‘pleasurable adrenaline.’ And that even though it made your heart bounce out your body, you loved it more than anything at that moment. And every time we finish a ride, you would bounce up and down like a kid and say. ‘again, Ashton!’” He attempted to mimic your voice, making you giggle.

I don’t sound like that, Ash.

“I just really fucking miss you, Y/N,” Ashton said, squeezing your petite hand. “If I could go back in time and stop myself from kissing Bryana, I so fucking would. I caused this, and I fucking hate this. I don’t give a shit about her anymore, because I’m gonna stay by your side until you fucking get out of this, Y/N! You’re too fucking strong for a coma, Y/N, I know you are! You got this!”

I might not wake up, Ashton. 

“You mean the world to me, Y/N…” Ashton said in a hush tone, looking at your lifeless face. “And I am going to wait for the rest of my days until I know your answer. Until I know that either you’re gonna be good as gold and stay with me. Or, you’re gonna be gone with the rest of the angels that end up above the clouds… but please, Y/N, try to make that your choice. You choose to live or die. But I swear it to you, Y/N, if you stay in this world with me… Oh my god…” 

Hm?

“I will never fucking let you go again,” Ashton growled, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. The beautiful smile that always brightened up your day was replaced with a frown and immense amount of pain. “You will be my fucking jewel. I will never get with another girl, because I realized that they will never be as perfect as you, Y/N. Your voice is of a goddess. Your laughter is the song of a life time. Your body is all I truly want. Your personality can lighten up a dim room of lost souls. The person you are is the only person that could save me. And I just…” 

You just?

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y-you love me?

At that instant, your eyes fluttered open. You take in a deep breath as your eyes fixed your vision of everything. Ashtons eyes widened, his heart going insane with his emotions all over the place. The colors, the surroundings… you can see it all again. Turning over to Ashton, you smiled fondly at the face you’ve been wanting to see for so long. He was crying, his face drenched with tears. Squeezing his hand, you smiled up at him and spoke with a weak, but genuine voice.

“I love you, too, Ashton Fletcher Irwin.”


wow. i legit cried while writing this. bless you anon, i hope this is what you wanted. send in requests please, i live off them. sorry for all the feels…

It All Started At A Coffee Shop

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3059

A/N: Okay wow this is way longer than any of my other fanfictions. I kept procrastinating so it took me like a week to write oops. Anyways hope you like it!

Summary: You meet Taehyung at a coffee shop and it turns out you both go to the same university. He asks you on a date and you get something to eat before he suggests that you go to his apartment. You go and meet his dog and fluff ensues. (please don’t judge my summary skills I know I suck at them lmao).

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Flirt

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jin feat. BTS

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: your boyfriend is the jealous type and you’re fed up with it. Walking on eggshells is tiring and you feel the pressure of it all even with him in another country.

Warnings: none


The music made your whole body vibrate as you waded through the mass of people that were gathered on the dance floor. You had your friend in your sight as she sat at the bar. You made a bee line right for her, but you could feel eyes follow you. You felt a hand brush your side as you turned to face the tall stranger. He looked over you with glassy eyes as you recoiled from his touch. 

“You here alone?” He called into your ear, his voice barely audible over the loud song that was blaring. 

You nodded “no” at him before starting to walk again towards your friend, who had spotted you cornered by this guy. She immediately came to your rescue, pulling you away and towards where she was sitting. 

“thank you!” You exclaimed to her, giving her a small hug. She smiled at you 

“I wouldn’t want Jin to get mad at you again!” She said loudly as the songs were changing. 

You nodded gratefully again. You had promised your boyfriend that you would be more conscious of your ways. You had always been a flirt - it was something that came naturally, and half the time you didn’t even realize that you were doing it. You often just thought you were being nice and polite and it wasn’t until Jin had pointed it out, that you actually realized how your actions and words could be misconstrued by some men. 

The irony was that you flirted with Jin enough for him to fall for you, and you for him…but now it was something that you had to keep in check, not wanting to upset him anymore. 

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Jumin Han Fic Chapter 5

HOLAAAA BABIES~ So please don’t hate me because I released this SUPER late. It’s a short one and personally not a favorite, but I finished chapter 6 as well and it will be released this Sunday after a few finishing touches. Please show this post and yo gurl some loooove and reblog/like/follow. MKAY THANKS
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4

It had been over a week, ten days to be exact. Jumin had not seen the girl, he was at least looking forward to seeing her in class, but she missed both meeting days. Surely that would have quenched his need, hydrated his curiosity for her, his growing affection for her. He felt restless, he was a bit worried but more than that he simply wanted to see her. Again, this need for foreign to him; not once did he feel like this before. He was becoming desperate and made up his mind, he would see her once and then that was it. After that, he would go back to normal right?

He took his phone out and begun dialing. “Hello hello, thank you for calling Defender of Justice, agent 707, how can I help you Mista Trust Fund Kid, its quite rare for you to call me.”

“Luciel, please be serious, I need your help finding someone. She is my classmate and I need her address, her name is MC.” Jumin said, instantly regretting that he called Luciel.

“WOAAAAH. YOU? LOOKING FOR A GIRL? I guess Jumin Han does NOT gay? Who knew?” the hacker replied, laughing hysterically.

Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, “What have I become,” he thought to himself. “Please be serious Luciel, don’t make me regret calling you. Can you do it or will I have to find other means?”

“Of course I can find her, but what’s in it for me huh?  I want to see my Elly~” Luciel chirped.

Jumin was willing, but surely he could not sacrifice his beloved Elizabeth to the hacker’s mangy hands. He needed to see this girl, though. He could feel his heart tightening simply from the lack of seeing her face. He pined for more. “Fine, you may see Elizabeth the 3rd for 90 minutes but Assistant Kang must be present and so will three bodyguards. I will have them shoot you at even the slightest sign of abuse. Got it?” Jumin replied irritably.  

“Wow, you must really like this girl huh? Well, while we were bartering I found her and her address. At least I know you have nice taste, who knew you would be into foreign girls huh?” Luciel said sounding awestruck. “Her address is XXX 5Xth Street, be safe~ GOD SEVEN OUT.” Like that, the eccentric man was gone.  

Jumin immediately called Driver Kim and gave him the address. He sat in the car, once again admiring the scenery of the city. He thought about how easily he had sacrificed Elizabeth the 3rd and tried reassuring himself that this girl was worth it. Deep down, he knew, she most definitely was.

“GUYS PLEASE CALM DOWN.” MC was shouting at the top of her lungs. She was at her wit’s end and felt like ripping her hair out. “We will not be doing any more activities if you cannot behave.”

Her three younger brothers and younger sister looked at her as if she had just said that the world was ending, and sat down immediately. She laughed to herself, thinking about how absolutely adorable her younger siblings were when she heard a knock at the door.

“Ugh who on earth could that be, I swear to god if it’s another Jehovah’s witness…” she walked to the front door, trying to wipe that paint off of her face and dust her clothes off. “Listen, buddy we’re not int-“ she was rendered speechless at the sight of the corporate heir standing in front of her.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked, still in disbelief that he stood in front of her. He cleared his throat, and fiddled with his tie, looking visibly uncomfortable. “You hadn’t shown up to class this week, so as a courtesy I brought you some notes. I believe a thank you is in the works? Or do you commons simply not use that word?”

She rolled her eyes and was about to tell him exactly where he could put his notes and entitled attitude when her two younger brothers and peeked from behind her. “OOOH who’s that your boyfriend?” they asked teasingly.

She laughed and was about to deny it when she noticed that Jumin was blushing profusely. She couldn’t help but find it adorable that he was so flustered with their teasing, it was a bit…cute.

“Mister, can you come inside and help me? I need to finish my art project and someone has to color” MC’s younger brother grabbed his finger and began dragging him inside.

“Wait you can’t do that, he has to get back to his work, right Jumin?”

He gazed at her for a while, before walking into her home and sitting in between the kids. “Well, I guess he is joining us.” MC thought to herself. She was looking at him; he looked so out of place with his 3-piece suit in her home. Suddenly she felt self-conscious, “He probably is thinking that my place is a dump. On top of that, I look like shit, with my tattered t-shirt and sweatpants.” A million thoughts were running through her head, but she looked at him, and he was being extremely genuine with the kids, trying his hardest to help with their art project. Her heart skipped a beat, she loved seeing him interact with her siblings. “Maybe I’ve been too harsh on him, he actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”

She walked over to the kids and the corporate heir and sat down. She watched him, as he listened intently to the kid’s stories, and gave advice seriously as if this was a business meeting and they were his clients. She laughed to herself, finding this entire odd situation so adorable, she thought she was dreaming. He glanced at her at the sound of her laugh and gave her a soft look with a small smile.

Sure, she had known that he was handsome, but until this moment she never felt attracted to him. The small smile was so genuine and sweet, she could feel her heart skip a beat when she noticed him trying to stifle a yawn.

“I wanted to apologize for being dragged in by the kids, you seem tired too, are you alright?” MC asked, trying to create small talk to slow the rapid pace of her heart.

“Ah yes, I anticipated that I was going to visit today, so I had to complete all of my work yesterday, causing me to lose some sleep. A few clients also called early in the morning to try rescheduling meetings which interrupted my sleep as well,” he answered robotically.

“But aren’t you the heir? You’re promised the company, why are you putting in so much effort?” MC asked, genuinely confused. She knew that if she was promised a multi-million dollar corporation she would definitely take it easy.

He chuckled, “Yes it may be true that I was born into a great opportunity, and I am very fortunate for that. However, I have to work twice as hard, I have to prove to everyone that I am not just a figurehead, that I was not simply handed this position because of who I am related to.”

She looked into his steely gray eyes in admiration. She felt a pang of guilt, for being so rude to him, when he clearly had been working so hard. She was going to apologize when all four of her siblings grabbed onto his arm, her younger sister whispered something into his ear. He blushed and simply nodded, sending the kids squealing. Confused, she demanded the kids clean up and get ready for dinner.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? It may not be some five-star restaurant food but it doesn’t taste so bad? We can have some coffee afterward too?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

“Yes I would love to , thank you MC.” He replied glibly as he stood to wash his hands.

She didn’t bother replying. She turned around briskly, “what on earth is wrong with me? Why am I acting all shy and happy because he’ staying for dinner? Good god, if I am turning into one of those annoying bitches at school seriously, smite me right now.” She began setting the table, thinking deeply about how the day was turning out, trying to deny how fast her heart was racing.

This Is It

rip me honestly 

word count: 2.7k like roughly 

summary: um you and stiles have the hots for each other and everyday is you both trying to convince them self to tell the other. its mildly fluffly

Originally posted by itsyoungbeliever

“This is it. This is the day, Scott. I can feel it. This day is the day I have a conversation with y/n y/l/n. Remember this day, Scotty boy because it will be a good story to tell the kids.” 

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Human Klaroline. They are together and Caroline is pregnant, and she has a tendency to wander off late at night for odd cravings, and Klaus being a rockstar, often comes home late to find her missing and at their local dim sum restaurant at 2am. Fluff please! And Thank you!

This fluffy drabble was written by our guest writer @wassupworlditskj!


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Klaus loved the buzz he got after a show.

Well – after, during and before.

There was something about the atmosphere of the giant stadium and the millions of adoring fans screaming, cheering and whistling; all of them singing their hearts out as Klaus sang to them.

It felt like just yesterday he’d been singing in a small bar in England, earning nothing but a few drunken claps from the crowd. And now here he was, standing atop a giant stage, his hair drenched with sweat; his guitar heavy in his tired arms.

“Now…” Klaus spoke out to the crowd, his chest rising and falling. “For my last song of the night, it’s a new song I’ve written for my beautiful wife.” When mentioning Caroline, the crowd erupted into masses of applause and cheers. The fans knew and adored Caroline. They connected with her because once upon a time, she had been one of them: a face in the crowd, who loved music and belted out the lyrics with every breath in her body.

The year had been 2011, a time at which Niklaus had had no money to pay his bills nor a job to get the money he needed. All he’d had was a half-empty suitcase and his guitar. He would gravitate from one bar to another, asking for gigs, and each of them had the same answer: no.

That’s how he’d found himself in front of ‘The Grill’, a local bar in a small beat-down town called Mystic Falls. By some miracle they’d let him play that night and, to this day, regardless of the number of performances he’d given, the memory of that one would always stay fresh in his mind.

Somewhere in the middle of his set that night, his eyes had locked on a beautiful blonde with bright eyes and a sweet smile as she swayed to his music. Her name was  Caroline and he’d known she was his soulmate right then and there. Something about her presence had just felt so… right.

And that moment had led Klaus to this one.

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Dork

Summary: “Could you write a Barry fic where he and the reader are dating and she/he tries to teach Barry how to play Pokémon Go and he soon becomes addicted, maybe even playing it on their dates or having Cisco play it for him during a mission? I just think Barry could find a lot of rare Pokemon since he can travel pretty much anywhere super fast!”

Ship: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: Clumsiness, fluff, cuteness, dorkiness, OH MY GOD IT’S ADORABLE, (prepare to smile). 

Your P.O.V

You plopped down the cool couch, closing your eyes until you heard a loud pop. You rub your eyes before glancing down at your phone. A Pokemon Go notification. Your eyes widened as you saw a rather rare Pokemon. Immediately, you stumbled off the couch, hitting the floor with a loud thud. A low voice burst out laughing. “You okay, babe?” You peered up to see your boyfriend, Barry, leaning against the wall, smiling. You couldn’t help but blush before pushing yourself off the ground. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a notification for a rare Pokemon!” His brows furrowed. “Pokemon? What’s that?” Immediately, your eyes widened. “You’re telling me, the king of geeks, has never heard of Pokemon before?” You asked, completely astounded. He rubbed his neck, somewhat flustered. “I mean- I’ve heard of it.. but I’ve never played..” You grinned like a kid on Christmas. “D'ya want me to teach ya?” He smiled slightly, shrugging. “Uhh.. sure..”

Your eyes grew wide as you stood up, stumbling into the kitchen as you sang. “I’M GONNA BE, THE VERY BEST! LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS! CATCH THEM, IS MY REAL TEST, TO TRAIN IS MY CAUSE! I WILL TRAVEL ACROSS THE LAND, SEARCHING FAR AND WIDE! EACH POKEMON TO UNDERSTAND, THE POWER THAT’S INSIDE! POKEMON, GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!“ He giggled widely as you wrapped your arm around his, spinning before you tore the refrigerator open. Grabbing two water bottles before you shoved them into your Gryffindor back pack. You then ran over to the door, slipping on your replica of Ash’s hat. You stood in front of him grinning, wildly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that!” Barry giggles as he wrapped his arm though yours. “I can tell. Ha-ha. So, how does this exactly work?” You threw open the door, pulling him forward. “Okay- so, on my phone it says there’s a Pokemon near by-” He peers over your shoulder, smiling down at you.

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He couldn’t help but think that you were incredibly adorable when you got dorky. “C'MON! THERE’S A SQUARTLE JUST AROUND THE CORNER!” You bolted forward, not even waiting for Barry to catch up. You were too excited. As the two of you turned the corner, you stopped abruptly, glancing back at Barry just to make sure he was watching. He watched intently as a Pokemon popped up on her screen. He looked up at the street to see nothing and then back down at the screen. His brows furrowed. “Woah. So, now what? How do we catch it?” She grinned at how much he began to get into it. “So, now, I have to throw one of my Pokeballs at it. A Pokeball is used to capture a Pokemon. After you catch it, you can name it. I don’t usually change the name.” He watched as you flipped a Pokeball up to catch the Squartle. A few seconds passed, before you pumped your fist in victory. “We caught it!” Barry grinned, receiving a high five.

You smirked. “D'ya wanna try?” He grinned like a kid on Christmas. “Can I?” He asked, shyly. You nodded, handing him your phone. “Here! C'mon! There’s another Pokemon no too far from here!” He looked down at it, grinning as the notification popped up. “There’s another one!” He grinned, pulling you close to his chest. “C'mon! I have a faster way of getting there!” You look at him with confusion before flashing over to where the location of the said Pokemon lied. Immediately, he gently set you down before pulling out the phone. He stared at it with a confused expression before pulling out a Pokeball and throwing it at the Pokemon. When it clicked, he grinned. “I CAUGHT IT! OH MY GOSH! I CAUGHT IT!” You smiled along with him, giving him a high five. “YAY!” He bounced up and down, giddy. “Can we catch more?!” You nodded before being swooped off your feet. “WEEE!” You said, causing him to giggle.

The rest of the day, the two of you ran around the city catching all sorts of Pokemon. Some rare, most of which weren’t. But you didn’t care. Being the big Pokemon dork that you were, you loved how much Barry got into it. Later that evening, you taught him all about Pokemon. The games, the TV show, the cards, everything. And the best part, was that his attention never faltered. Barry’s brows furrowed as he tried to understand every bit of endless information. A few days past, and he became more and more obsessed with it. You didn’t mind though. It was fun to see the same reaction that you possessed whenever a good Pokemon arose. A few days passed, you and Barry decided to go on a date. 

“So, you haven’t found any new meta-humans?” You asked, somewhat surprised. “Yeah! For some reason, it’s been very quiet-” Before he could finish, the Pokemon Go notification popped up on his phone. He looked down at it, slightly embarrassed before his eyes went wide. “It’s a rare one..” He gave you his sad puppy dog eyes. You rolled your before shooing him away. “Go catch for crying out loud.” He grinned before human speed/walking to the bathroom. You figured he would race over to the location once he was out of camera reach. A few seconds passed, before he plopped down across from you, gleaming. “I GOT A PIKACHU!” Your eyes went wide before taking his phone away. “NO WAY! HOLY SHIT!” He giggled at your excited reaction. The rest of the night, the two of you talked about various Pokemon that you had caught and other you had been looking for. It was so much fun. 

A few weeks had passed, and you strut into the lab to find Cisco talking to Barry through the com. “BARRY, THERE’S A POKEMON NOT TOO FAR FROM YOUR LOCATION! AFTER YOU’RE DONE DEFEATING THE META, GRAB IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES!” You rolled your eyes, laughing. A few seconds passed, before Barry threw the Meta-human in the prison. He flashed into the Cortex, kissing you on the cheek before he running out again to catch the Pokemon. When he returned, he grinned, truly proud of himself. “Hey sweetheart, you look lovely today. Well- I mean you look lovely all the time-” You grinned cutting him off. “Barry, thank you. I know what you mean. So, what’d ya catch?” He smiled wide. “Here! Take a look for yourself!” 

You peered down at the various locations and rare Pokemon’s. “Wow. Israel? Antarctica? Africa? Egypt? Denmark? Man, you’ve been busy!” He laughs. “I got so many! I’m really glad they have Pokestops because if they didn’t, I wouldn’t have any Pokeballs, which I seem to run out of really quickly.” You shook your head, laughing. “C’mon, let’s head home, my little trainer.” He wrapped his arm around you, grinning. The rest of the night was fun yet quiet. The both of you talked about various Pokemon that were said to be so rare, they were legends. As the night started to die down, the two of you got dressed in your PJ’s and headed off to bed. On the way, however, you felt a pair of eyes on you. 

You look up to see Barry smiling down at you. “What?” You asked. He merely shrugged. “I just never realized how lucky of a guy I am to have such a wonderful partner like you. You’re so funny and accepting of everyone. No matter what they did in the past. I’m just to happy to have you in my life. You mean the world to me.” Immediately, you flushed. He ran forward, picking you up before he threw you on the bed, cuddling up close to you. “I love you.” He whispered into your neck. You smiled. “I love you too my Pokemon Trainer..” 

(I hope you liked it!)

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Headcanon please~~ 707 having lovey dovey with mc in the living room and Searan saw them and started to get MC attention bc he just jealous 😂💘

//Oooh~ I like this one 

“You’re so cute~ Cuter than a button~” 

You giggled as Seven leaned closer his arm around your shoulders. 

“You’re cute everywhere~” he said in your ear causing your face to light up. 

“S-Seven!!!” You hid your face in your hands blushing madly. He moved his arm around your waist. 

“Whaaaaat? It’s true.” he said pulling you a bit closer. 

“W-Well! You’re pretty sexy everywhere!” 

“Oh?” he asked his hand crawling up your thigh. “Is that true? How about I give you a little show than?” 

“Seven! Saeran will be back any minute!” 

“He always takes a while at the store so there’s nothing to worry about.” he assured you taking his hands away to shrug off his jacket. You shed your sweater leaving you in your black shirt and leggings. You laid back on the couch, propped up on one arm. Seven got on top of you a hand on either side of your head. 

“You look so adorable under me~” 

“S-Shut up!” you pouted and looked away. 

“Awwww~ Someone’s flustered wustered~” 

“I swear to god Seven don’t ruin the mood.” 

“That’s right I am god!” 

“That’s it I’m leaving.” 

“Noooo~ I can fix this!” 

“…Alright.” 

He slowly began to grind against you, nice and sensual, than he began to speed up. You moaned from the friction. Than you both heard the door unlock. 

“Shit is that Saeran?” you asked. 

“I hope it’s V, cause he’s blind.” 

“Seven! That’s so rude!” 

“Well it’s better than Saeran finding us like th-” 

“Ahem.” Saeran cleared his throat standing beside the couch. 

“H-Hi Saeran.” you said embarrassed. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“I was just treating the love of my life to a little show~” 

You blushed and smiled a little. Saeran’s frown seemed to deepen. 

“Off the couch.” 

Seven whined and sat back up bringing you with him. You reached for your sweater to put back on but Seven grabbed it first. 

“Lemme help you put it on.” 

You raised your arms to help him and you put it over your head and than stopped. 

“Seven?” you asked your voice muffled by the cloth. 

“Yes?” he asked holding back a laugh. 

“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I’m leaving.” 

“No, you’ll hit a wall!” 

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” 

He laughed and helped you put it on for real. “You know I love you with all my heart~” he said poking your nose with his. “You smell so sweet~” 

You blushed again. “Oh please.” 

Saeran’s eye twitched in annoyance. Was he…jealous? No, it must just be that they’re being overly affectionate. Well he’d put an end to that.

Day 1 

Saeran walked into your room bright and early to find you cuddling with Seven in your sleep. He rolled his eyes and shook you awake gently. 

“MC…wake up.” 

“Hmmmm?” You rolled away from Seven and rubbed your eyes. Seeing Saeran, you sat up. “Moring Saeran.” You said with a smile. 

He swore he blushed from that sleepy smile. “I made you breakfast.” he said handing you a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. 

“Sweet! Thanks so much.” you said giving him a side hug before digging in. He left blushing madly. Maybe he was just jealous. 

Seven woke up feeling the absence of your warmth. “Mornin’ sunshine.” he said sweetly wrapping an arm around you. You smiled with a mouthful of pancake. 

“Where’d you get those?” he asked sitting up. 

You swallowed. “Saeran made them for me. Isn’t he nice?” 

“…Yeah!” 

Day 2

You were sitting besides Seven reading a book while he worked. Sometimes you’d make little noises or make small comments while you read and he found it so adorable. What he didn’t know was that someone else thought it was adorable too. 

“Hey MC.” Saeran said sitting beside you.

You looked up from your book. “Oh hey Saeran!” you said cheerfully. 

“What are you reading?” 

Your eyes lit up and he swore his breath hitched in his throat. You started explaining the book with as much detail as you could adding your own little comments in there as well. 

“Can I read with you?” 

“Sure!” 

He laid his head on your shoulder the sweet scent of your hair overpowering his sense of smell. He could barely focus on the book his heart was beating so loud. Seven glanced over through the corner of his eye and his clacking got louder in annoyance. 

Day 3 

You were you the kitchen on your phone talking to Jaehee while Seven was out when Saeran came into the kitchen. 

“Hey MC.” he said his hands behind his back. 

You looked up. “Yes Saeran?” 

“I saw these today and thought of you.” He handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

You gasped. “Saeran! You shouldn’t have!” You took them. “Thank you so much! I’ll find the prettiest vase to put them in! Oh and I’ll give them sugar water so they last long!” 

Saeran smiled to himself. He loved it when you rambled. 

Later Seven came home and stretched. “Honeeey I’m home!” He walked into the kitchen to find you admiring flowers he didn’t remember getting for you. “Where did those come from?” 

“Saeran got them for me!” 

“…oh…” 

Day 4 

You were walking home from the ice cream parlor down the street when Saeran ran up to you holding a blanket in his arms like a baby. 

“MC!” 

“What’s up Saeran.” you said with a smile. 

“I found a kitten in the dumpster down the street. I’ve never raised an animal before so I was wondering if you’d help me?” he said a bit out if breath. 

“Oh no! Of course!” you said. “Let’s hurry home!” You gently took the bundle from him and you both ran the rest of the way home. 

Hearing the door Seven stood up. “MC I missed y-” 

“Not now Seven.” you said rushing last him Saeran in tow. You laid the kitten in the bath tub and turned on the warm water. Seven walked in. 

“Is that a kitten?” he asked. 

“Yeah, can you pass me the soap?” 

Saeran got it before Seven did and handed it to you. 

“Thank you Saeran.” 

Seven and Saeran watched as you washed the kitten and than dried it off. 

“Thankfully, she’s not hurt.” you said smiling. 

“Where’d you get the kitten?” Seven asked, despite already knowing the answer. 

“Saeran found her.” 

Saeran and Seven watched and followed as you went into the kitchen and filled a pipette with water and began to let the kitten drink. “I think she’ll be fine.” you said happily. “What should we name her?” 

“Elly!” 

“Petal.” 

“Ooh. Petal’s a pretty name! Thank you Saeran.” 

Seven looked down at the floor and glared while Saeran had a big smile on his face. 

Later that night while you were sleeping with Petal Seven approached Saeran. 

“Why are you doing all these things for MC?” 

“Because I’m sick and tired of you two being so affectionate it’s annoying.” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“What?! No! Of course not! Why would you think that?!” 

“Because I see the way you act around them. Listen I know it’s hard but they chose me so I’d like it if you’d calm down with the moves on them.” 

“No.” 

“What?” 

“I said no. I love them! Can’t you see that?! Why do you always have to take away my happiness?!” 

“I’m sor-” 

“No I don’t want to hear it, you could have them I’m done.” With that Saeran left. 

Seven sighed and say beside your sleeping form on the couch. “I love you MC.” he said before kissing your forehead. You smiled in your sleep and his heart melted. “I’ll never let anything get between us.” he whispered. “Please don’t forget that.” 

Sleepyhead - OneShot

~{requested by anons, combination of: Ed helps his son fall asleep, being childhood friends with him, and ed getting upset over missing one of his kids’ ‘firsts’ while away on tour}~

This is based on two or three prompts I’ve gotten, I adore ed with kids and writing him with them is the most fun thing ever. This is my favorite thing I’ve written, and I really hope you enjoy it because I’ve worked pretty hard on it. Enjoy x

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If you had asked me many years ago what I thought my life would turn out like, it would be vastly, vastly different than the reality now. But my reality is better than anything I could have imagined as a wide-eyed teenager, falling too hard and too fast for the awkward red haired boy down the street.

If you’d told me that the world was going to know his name, I would’ve laughed at the very notion. He was too simple, too plain and too ordinary to have ever been anything other than Ed, the boy I splashed in puddles with and ate Popsicles with in the summer. But it turns out the world needed that optimistic energy, and soon I found my best friend selling out stadiums.

If you’d told me that I was going to end up having him as my first kiss, first boyfriend, and a lot of firsts following that, I would’ve said you were out of your mind. Our relationship was based around a lot of firsts, come to think of it. And when we had our first kid, a carbon copy of his father, things only went uphill from there, but it could be a bumpy road.

//


“Ed?” I’d answered when he called one night after a show, worry in my tone, fatigue and a rasp from singing to exertion in his. “Yeah, what’s up?” He said immediately. “Is everything okay? Is Benny okay?”

He knew that the toddler had problems with sleeping, always so restless and Ed was really the only one who could ever calm him down, playing him songs on guitar or singing to him. It’d been like that from the very first days, and the doctor had prescribed medicines, we’d tried herbs, but none helped like seeing both of his parents could, and he’d been increasingly anxious towards the end of Ed’s tour, and I knew I wasn’t helping because I was just as stressed out.

“Benjamin can’t,” I couldn’t stop my voice from wavering. “He can’t sleep, Ed, and I’m too tired to try to help him every single night. He misses you, maybe you could come visit, just a little bit? I don’t want you to miss your tou-”

“I’m coming,” he said, “I’ll get the first flight home that I can, I’ll reschedule my shows, make up an apology, I’m coming,” I could hear him already packing his bags on the other end of the line. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, I love you.”

“Love you too, Ed,” I’d said, feeling guilty he had to leave but extremely relieved, and we hung up the phone.

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Ed came home just like he’d said, around midnight, just before Benjamin would normally wake up and wander to mine and Ed’s room, asking for either Mum or Daddy, and it took a huge weight off my shoulders knowing that he’d finally have both again.

Ed kissed me almost needily as I greeted him on the doorstep, though it had only been a few months since he’d been home, a few weeks since we’d flown out to see him. “It’s cold, let’s go in,” I suggested, “And he’ll be up any moment now.”

“It’s gotten that bad?” Ed questioned, and I nodded, watching him run a hand through his hair. “I feel so bad for the poor little guy,”

I nodded again, helping Ed carry his suitcases and rucksack, which had a teddy bear in it, something we’d talked about, a familiarity for Benjamin to have for the little bit longer his dad would have to be away. I smiled that he’d remembered something I’d only brought up once in conversation, and fleetingly so.

“He’s asleep well now,” I whispered, motioning towards his bedroom as we set all but the rucksack in the living room, walking to the hallway inbetween our bedroom and his, chunky toddler-safe LEGOS strung out all over the mat. Ed squinted through his glasses, face going instantly soft at his sleeping figure. “He’s gotten so much bigger since I left.”

I nodded sadly, squeezing Ed’s hand. “He misses his daddy, this will do him good. He adores you.”

“I wish I could be here all the time,” he said, “I feel terrible about it, I hate having to be gone, like I’m not doing everything I can.”

“You are, I know you are. And your big tour is almost over, and he’s sleeping better than he was before, anyway. I think the ‘keeping a routine’ thing the doctor suggested is working,” I tried, hating to see him beating himself up. He was already upset about missing a lot of the ‘firsts’ with Benny, though I’d tried to keep him up to date with videos and pictures, watching him take his first steps just wasn’t the same as being there to congratulate him.

“I feel like—like I’m not,” he stuttered against the words, voice cracking brokenly. “Like I’m not there for you, or for him. I’m missing so much, this isn’t stuff I can get back.”

“Ed,” I said, taking one of his hands in mine, keeping my voice as low as possible, “You’re an amazing father to him, he knows that. And you can’t be home all the time, but this is your job, and you love doing it. We’re doing okay.”

“I don’t want you to have to be doing it alone,” he said, blue eyes downcast, looking at our entertained hands. “I said I’d be here for you, and I’m not, I feel like I’ve messed everything up.”

“Ed, you haven’t messed anything up,” I said, freeing my hand from his long enough to trace the back of a bent finger across his cheek, taking a tear with it. “Like I said, your tour is over in just a little bit, then you have all the time you need to spend with us, okay? He understands.”

Ed nodded, swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, and he pulled me into a hug.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, hearing him trying to steady his breath as he held me, feeling my heart ache with how much guilt he felt, how tired he was.

“Daddy?” A small voice suddenly sounded from behind us, little onesie-covered feet padding clumsily along the floor.

Ed’s head popped up, immediately focusing his bleary eyes on his son’s identically-colored ones, smile instantly forming. “Oh, come here,” he said, voice instantly dropping to the gentle tone he used around kids.

“How’re you, little man?” He questioned as Benjamin extended his arms up to his father, as Ed stepped back from me to pick him up. Benjamin stuck two pudgy fingers in his mouth, smiling around them as Ed set him to his chest, supporting his bum with the crook of his arm.

“Daddy,” he mumbled again around his fingers, recognizing the softly smiling face in front of him. “Look at you,” Ed said, ruffling his hair. “Your hair’s all grown out again!”

He laughed, babbling, shyly turning his face to his father’s neck, red hair tickling his chin.

“I’ve missed you, buddy,” Ed said quietly, Benjamin’s little arms wrapping around his neck. He yawned, tucking his head under Ed’s chin, sleepily nuzzling at his throat.

“Oh you must be sleepy,” he cooed, “We’re all sleepy, do you want me to read you a story and then tuck you in?”

He nodded, making Ed smile and kiss the top of his head, before I decided to give them much-needed reunion time.

He carried him gently, humming quietly, motioning with his hand ‘do I go alone or you go with me?’

I smiled and waved my hand towards his bedroom, mouthing ‘go ahead,’ to which he gave a stupidly grateful grin.

“Ok, little guy,” he said, his fond babbling fading out as he walked to the nursery, “What’s our story tonight?” He bent down to the stack of books, picking up a random one. “‘Green Eggs and Ham’ good? Sounds…appetizing, yeah.“

He laughed, sitting down on the side of the racecar bed, sitting Benjamin in his lap, holding the book in front.

"Comfy?” He asked, letting the two-year old lean back against his chest.

“Let’s start this,” he said, “Oh and you’ve got your—” he handed him the sippy cup on his bedside table, watching as Benjamin’s tiny hands fumbled with it before Ed’s bigger ones covered them, guiding it to his mouth and helping him. “There you go, k.”

“Also, here’s something I brought you,” Ed said, taking out the small stuffed bear from his rucksack, “For when I’m gone on tour for a little bit, you can have cuddles still.” The toddler babbled on, just happy to be spending time with his dad, but getting tired nonetheless, reaching out for it.

“Oh of course we can’t forget Teddy,” he said as his son made grabby hands towards the stuffed animal.

Benjamin smiled, taking it, laying back on his dad’s chest tiredly, exhausted from lack of sleep. Ed shifted so he was laid back himself, holding him to his chest.

He started reading the story just like he had four months ago, changing his voice for each of the characters and making it rhythmic for the poem’s meter. He propped his head up with the pillow, voice going quieter as Benjamin settled down, not even making it through half of the story before they were both sleepy.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered down to the little figure curled up on his chest, softly snoring, Ed’s smile unable to be contained at the precious sound.

I couldn’t deal with how cute they were when I checked on them later, turning on the nightlight and turning off the lamp. I fell in love all over again at the sight of Ed’s feet poking off the end of the bed, brightly colored arms holding Benjamin close. They were so adorably relaxed, happy and content, that I knew they’d both get a well-deserved rest.

And it would be like this for a too-brief moment before he had to finish up the last three shows of the tour, and then he’d be home, home for playing our little family songs, for picking up crackers off the carpet without a single complaint, for building Lego and not even wincing when he stepped on stray pieces in the middle of the night to go check on our son, who by then would be sleeping a full night, no problem.

He’d be there for sitting on the sofa, watching little fingers trail over the time-faded colors on his arms, telling the story behind each one, for tearing up when his hand brushed over the boxing glove ink, telling him the story about his great-great grandpa.

He kept his promise, he was there for me, and for the little boy that became our whole world, a world that we both lived happily for. And he’d be there, to teach him to play guitar and hold doors and to be the kind of father he was—loyal, caring, kind, yet firm.

Any time that he missed doing promos or tours or recording wasn’t time wasted because it was what he loved to do, but he always made it up to both of us, several times over.

He is anything and everything I could have ever asked for, and that’s the last and first thought on my mind, every single day.

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Date With Destiny

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Date With Destiny
[Going on a blind date with Flowsik]

You looked yourself over in the mirror and groaned. You’d been so busy with trying to rebuild your life in Seoul, you’ve sort of forgotten what it was like to go on a date. “Is this ok?” you sighed, holding up your phone while skyping Hoody.

“You look gorgeous” she chimed. “Now hurry up! You’re gonna be late.”

“Ugh…Tell me more about this guy…Jay was it?” you ran the brush, combing a few tangles out of your hair.

“Jay’s your type. Trust me.” she laughed “He’s handsome and kind. He used to live in the States so you guys have that in common and he’s got such a nice personality”

“I dunno I think you’re hyping him up a little too much”

“Trust me.” she grinned. “And hurry up-And don’t forget to come and visit me at my show tonight.”

“Ok, ok Unnie I’m going-And don’t worry I’ll be there.” you waved at the screen before hanging up and heading out the door.

It didn’t take you very long to make it to the cafe in Hongdae, there were quite a few people there and suddenly you were regretting not asking Hoody for a photo of your mystery man. But she insisted on you being surprised, something about it being more romantic. Your eyes locked with a handsome man sitting at a table by himself, he smiled at you and you waved at him.

“Jay?” you raised a brow.

“Yes?” he scrambled a bit, before standing up and pulling out a seat for you.

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