but it was either this or romantic staring at each other with strange smiles on their faces

god save the queen [ eggsy x reader ] 001

warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol

words: 1876

summary:  The relationship between Statesmen and Kinsgmen is fairly good, could be a bit better though. Various failed mission in the past has put some tension between the two branches, but thankfully, an olive branch, one looking exactly like (Name) (Lastname), is extended and intended to patch up any fights the Cousins had had. She is sent on a secret mission to London along with her new partner Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin to guard some expensive jewels and accidentaly save the world.

a/n:  since tequila’s name isn’t made public, i just call him channing (since that’s the actors name lololol)
also! this is somewhat of an AU where the golden circle hasn’t happened (yet) and the two branches already know each other and have worked in the past.

MASTERLIST KO-FI.  AO3. GSTQ masterpost.

from america, with love 

The ice cold water running down a lone faucet turns hot and pink once it connects with the hands of yours truly. The bathroom is quiet. Usually after training most would be here, relieving themselves after a beating and/or taking a shower to wash away the grime and tension. None of these fall into the category of your current occupation. You hiss softly when the stream connects with raw knuckles, eye the tares in the skin and cuss lowly, as if afraid that someone might hear you. The pale white lights create illusions, they almost make your head spin: everything is so polished it reflects and turns neon. You look up; see your reflection staring right back at you with a confused, tired and angry face.

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2015 for me, played a MAJOR role in the progression of a romantic relationship between Camila and Lauren. Their harmless/platonic behaviour shared during X-Factor was replaced by a flirtatious tension underlying in their interactions. I’ve re-watched several interviews from 2015 and C and L’s body language simply confirms to me that there was a romantic involvement between the two. I think mid 2014 to early 2016 C and L were together. At times, there’s an obvious negative tension between the two but thinking practically, any disagreements or arguments they had their actions were picked apart by fans. Naturally, at some point we’re bound to see a difference in their behaviour and interactions towards each other. In the post, I’ve filtered out a few key points that happened in 2015 and tried to explain the exact moments that personally confirmed to me certain aspects of ‘camren’. I’ve skipped a few months in which I didn’t think anything too necessary happened, enjoy!

January 2015

Fifth Harmony Spills ‘Reflection Tour’ Secrets & Shares Embarrassing Valentine’s Day Story! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJ8slmkAgdc

Okay, so the girls begun the year promoting the ‘Reflection Era’ in an interview with Chelsea Briggs at the 2015 People’s Choice Awards. Those in the 5H/Camren fandom will know Chelsea is not one to shy away from the idea of C and L being together, even going as far to favourite pictures (including manips), retweet and reply to fans encouraging her as being the “captain of the ship”. Overall the interview was pretty neutral, there was no ‘serious’ interaction. However, something L mentioned caught my attention. Check out 3:27 to 3:44, Camila mentioned after NEW YEAR she got the flu and was “knocked out in bed for 3 days”. Bear in mind, the girls were home from the final week of December through to the first week in January. Lauren mentioned she also go the flu, saying “Camila, Normani and I” then proceeded to mention the rest of their team. What’s very interesting is Normani NEVER agreed with L, she just continued laughing, looking at C as if she knows exactly what’s going on. L and N wouldn’t have seen each other until the girls met early January for Reflection tour rehearsals. So L and C been sick at the same time must have meant they were together during New Year, possibly after spending NYE together?

February 2015

Fifth Harmony Behind The Scenes | Scoopla - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MClFNEugdj4

Feb 2015, the girls are promoting their upcoming Reflection tour in Australia. For me, I don’t think the girls knew the cameras were still rolling, the interviewer (who I thought was SO rude to the girls) is engaging in small talk before he starts his actual interview. At 0:41 we have C singing one of L’s notes in sledgehammer. L responds “I love that by the way” with C replying “thanks sweets”. The reply seemed so natural to me, they had a little flirty banter going back and forth which appeared to be the norm between the two. Diving a bit deeper, “sweets” is a term of endearment shortened from “sweetheart”. By definition: a pair of lovers in relation to the other, especially when both partners are young. Interesting. The girls then continued casually chatting and interacting during the background before the interview commenced. Nothing too major in February.

March 2015

Fifth Harmony Backstage Reflection Tour Interview- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrgGj6NYJCw

A lot of Camren going off in this one. First to mention the very close proximity the girls are sitting in, yes it’s a small sofa they’re sat on but N, A and D all have enough room without their legs touching. Anyway, 1:16 C asking L if she has anything in her teeth, any excuse for Lauren to stare at C’s lips longer than 5 seconds haha. 2:40, I genuinely think L forgot she was in the middle of an interview. C was leaning into her and you can see L about to knock her head onto C’s. Also, L’s “woo” was a little unnecessary, you could tell she was disguising the fact she was so close to her ‘girl’ in public. All throughout this interview you can see C attempting to rest her left arm on L’s leg, but L’s arm blocking her. However, in the following interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jl2xqA5bYEc taken the same day, C’s arm is resting firmly on L’s thigh for the majority of the video. For me, that’s a very intimate position to sit in and we definitely do not see L complaining. Back to the previous interview though, at 5:15 the interviewer talks about the “Suga Mama body roll’ being the perfect opportunity to “look back at your man”. L agreed, however whilst the girls did the body roll facing forward, L turned into C’s direction whilst C looked round to L and smiled. I found this one especially interesting.

May 2015

‪‪Fifth Harmony Dancing With The Stars Live Chat - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBH5rNCSt18

This is a suspicious one for me. The great thing about live streams is little moments like these, they can not go unseen. 5:08 C reaches for Normani’s leg, but L seems to gently reach for C’s forearm as she does so. Like for me, that interaction is definitely not platonic. It’s almost protective, definitely a slip up on L’s behalf. 5:27 C interacts with Normani again, however this time places her hand over L’s. She also reaches out for Normani’s leg AGAIN, but ends up resting her arm across both L’s. Again a completely unnecessary touch on C’s behalf. Its only at 6:39 when L moves away from the camera do we see C and L were actually sharing a chair together. These secret touches from this interview reminded me of one in 2014, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8SEGhg8fVs C blatantly grabbing L’s hand with L noticing, looking down and pulling away SO fast. Caught red handed.

Another in May 2015

Fifth Harmony tell Sugapuff how to be a “Boss” lady – Entertainment Wise - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyxeJ25Tt4g

This interview gives us a little moment between the two. 1:17 the famous “thanks buddy”.  However, it’s Dinah, Normani and Ally’s reactions that confirm something to me. N and A are smiling at the two, A leans into N whispering “what did they say” (presumably Ally thought they said “baby”). N replies “buddy”, but her face says it all. She raises her eyebrows smirks whilst the two are giggling at each other. C is oblivious to what is going on, she’s just sat smiling to herself after her little compliment from L. After, we see Ally whisper “camren” to Normani, prompting her to playfully slap her on the leg. Now, look to your left you’ll see Dinah realising EXACTLY what is going on. 1:27, D takes a breath and mouths “camren” to Ally. The three then casually continue listening to L. This little interaction with the D,A and N is very suspicious to me. Why would they react like this if nothing romantic was going on between C and L?

July 2015

Meet Camila and Lauren’s Family and Friends in Miami - Fifth Harmony Takeover - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSfibBEJcHs

The whole title speaks for itself, enjoy.

August 2015

Frankie P shows Camila of Fifth Harmony the Austin Mahone Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7U7lEQvKrA

I was debating whether to put this one on here but I’ll just briefly touch upon it. Just quickly for me, the Camila/Austin relationship was PR. There’s no doubt. I know in previous interviews back in 2014, C mentioned being “heartbroken” from her first love. In this interview, she mocks and humours the situation, like fans humoured their managements poor attempt of a PR relationship. To me she doesn’t look AT ALL hurt. In this interview, Camila and Lauren seem to find the whole situation hilarious. Especially L, who’s giggling away to herself throughout. What’s interesting is Ally, Dinah and Normani barely laugh, so why does L find it THAT funny? She knows.

October 2015

Fifth Harmony: The Bandmate Game - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1A0bR5mgsBY

Okay, I’ve either taken this one out of context and completely misunderstood or I’ve got it right.  The little game is playing out accordingly until one question at the end. See 3:58 “What is something, besides brushing her teeth, that Camila does every night before brushing her teeth”. When I first saw this my mind went straight in the gutter. Replacing the “brushing teeth” part, with Lauren. Anyway, besides the scarily in sync “particular” at 4:17 and the girls throwing out super random things, Ally gets the “put on your socks” prompting L to say “untucking the bedsheets”. This I find VERY strange. I completely understand the girls have lived with each other for 3 years prior. HOWEVER, untucking the sheets is like a routine. For me, you don’t pick up on something like that unless you’re a part of that specific routine. If your partner does something often it becomes part of your routine. It’s SO specific as well, that specific that none of the girls got it apart from L. Also, L’s reaction. She’s so proud she got it, and you can tell that C’s impressed too. That 4:26 high five is also interesting. The little clap they do before is so in-sync it’s SCARY. They regularly mirror each other’s behaviour. It’s a subconscious imitation of the other person’s gesture and is super common in intimate relationships. If you watch a lot of interviews with the girls, it seems to ONLY be C and L who show these types of behaviours towards each other. This is something confirming some sort of romantic involvement to me.

December 2015

Fifth Harmony nos cuentan sus secretos-  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxiAtrMSXL4

Finally guys, this is one of my favourite ever interactions between the two. You can see how comforting they are to each other. Firstly, 2:03 L’s little giggle into C, is the cutest thing. 2:14 L asks C “something that I like about you?”. C nods but her body language is timid. She’s grasping her hands super tight on her legs and she subconsciously licks her lips. For me, it’s a nervous tendency, like she’s intrigued in what L is going to say about her. When Lauren says her mind, you can see C visibly relax. L knows C’s passion for her craft comes from her expression through writing. After hearing C’s solo music, she doesn’t hold back from speaking directly from her heart. She’s honest, genuine and we feel that in her words. You can see how appreciative C is of L’s comment. She replies “that means a lot to me” insisting L’s opinion matters, it comforts her knowing L finds her work “beautiful”. The little hug at 2:44 is also super cute. You can tell L didn’t expect it but the way she holds the side of C’s head is extremely loving/protective. Just look at their smiles, you can’t fake that. When Dinah starts speaking, C whispers “thanks” to L, prompting L to turn around and smile at C. Not just a little smile, but a genuine smile. A smile you’d gibe to your partner after they just complimented you. After this little interaction between the two, you can see they are both genuinely buzzing for the rest of the interview. Don’t you just love the tea.

Illusion of Choice (M)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Summary: You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

Word Count: 7.3k+

Genre: Heir!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Smut and mentions (but not depictions) of death

A/N: Honestly one of the thoughts going through my head while writing this was “What’s the best way to make the readers suffer?” I’m not even sure if I’m kidding.

You always wondered why your parents let you have boy best friends. After all, being from such an affluent family, as well as being the oldest child, you will be expected to marry someone for the good of the company. Letting you be around boys would just risk you falling for someone that you can’t have.

These are the thoughts running through your mind as your parents call you up to their study on the eve of your 18th birthday, and you know that the day has come. They would finally tell you who you were betrothed to. You stand in front of your father’s big wooden desk, listening to their spiel about your duties as the heir to their company, only listening for one thing: a name. However, what leaves your father’s lips is not what you expected. The words “Jeon Jungmin.”

Jeon Jungmin, whom you had grown up with, along with his brother Jungkook. You had always been closer to Jungkook, having been closer to him in age, but Jungmin would always show you his drawings and sneak you an extra cookie at the dinner table.

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You Are The Music In Me (Star-Lord x Reader)

Originally posted by sitvistecum

WARNING: Some mention of sibling death. 

SPOILER ALERT: It’s fluffy af and literally Peter is a huge fucking nerd.

You looked up from your book as the soft sound of music filled your ears. It was upbeat and cheery, the type of thing that felt somewhat inappropriate for the current setting, yet, a relief to hear. Beside you was a man you’d never seen before in a red leather jacket, sitting on the grass. In front of him was a pair of worn down looking headphones that he was using as a makeshift speaker to pump out music from the Walkman he held. It was a peculiar sight. You’d certainly heard people play music here before, whether it be from an instrument, or a phone, or gentle singing. But the songs had always been very mellow. And now here was this man, playing music from a device you didn’t even know they still made, in front of a plot that you’d never once seen anyone pay attention to.

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worth the wait

pairing: jongin x reader
genre: greaser!au, fluff, slight smut
summary: sometimes next times don’t happen, but when they do they’re worth the wait

A/N: based on a caption shookjin on ig wrote, you can @ them if u want lol idk, secondly its nothing like grease, thirdly sorry for making you wait so long for any sort of fic update! this is finally a happy ending everyone wants from me, i hope it was worth the wait god im so funny i have so many friends also not proofread as always 

Originally posted by intokai

The saturated wood coated his tongue in its taste with each provocative lick. His tongue swirled around the end trapped between his teeth, the wet muscle peeked through, giving the long haired girl in front of him something to squeal at. She covered her giddy smile with her hand as she turned away after shoving at his firm chest.

He bit at the toothpick hard enough for it to tilt upwards and push his top lip away from his pearly teeth. The bright, midday sun peeked out from the behind the clouds just enough to irritate Jongin’s eyes. Raising his eyebrows and squinting, his titled his head to the side, a look of slight irritation plastered onto his handsome face. Dark locks of hair that were once perfectly shaped dropped slightly over his forehead, glistening in the light from gel that saturated it.

Pushing his torso off the black car supporting his weight, he lazily plucked the ends of her skirt between his fingers and pulled. She quickly turned back around. Her hands falling from her face to protect her decency from the flirtatious man. Heat rose to her cheeks, staining her light skin in its faint colour.

The hand that was forcibly brushed away, made its way to his lips to remove the toothpick from between his lips.

“Listen, doll. Stop being so shy and go on a date with me. We can go watch a movie, drive around.” Imagining the scenario in her head, she once again became shy. Her long hair covered her embarrassed face as the ground underneath them suddenly became very interesting to her and her fluttering heart.

Jongin enjoyed the reactions he could conjure up from girls. The way their faces would flush and how they’d avoid eye contact while trying so desperately to hide their joy at the mere thought of Jongin taking them on a date. But he always knew, he’d done this too many times to not become accustomed to such behaviour. Sometimes he’d forget why he even flirted with girls, was it to actually score a date or watch the way everyone became flustered around him? All he knew right now was that the shy girl in front of him was definitely worth all the days of flirtatious remarks and lingering touches he’d so relentlessly dished out. So why didn’t he remember her name?

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A Wedding and Two Proposals

Summary: Sequel to Smoulder! Thank the anon who asked me how Smoulder Adrien would propose to Marinette.

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Chapter One: A Wedding

“Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for the Bride and Groom!”

The doors to the reception hall opened and the already dazzlingly bright room (adorned in all manner of vivid reds, oranges and purples) seemed to grow brighter as the happy couple stepped inside to thunderous applause. Adrien jumped, whooping and cheering more loudly than he’d ever done in his entire life. All sense of decorum, all the manners which had been drilled into him since birth, all of that forgotten with an air of “screw it, my best friends just got MARRIED!”

And what a wedding it had been. Less than one hundred people and very intimate. Nino had proposed on holiday, taken by a moment of spontaneity and overwhelming love as he’d brought Alya to Morocco, his place of birth. Alya had been so taken by Marrakesh, the golden sun, the energy, the music as well as Nino’s extended family, that she had insisted on having the wedding here- foregoing a more traditional French wedding. In her own words, “It’s not really our style anyway.”

To Adrien, it still seemed so surreal, even as Nino and Alya made their way over to them, looking more blissful than he’d ever seen either of them. The fact that they’d spent a year and a half planning, the late nights, the never-ending list of things to do, all of it leading up to the moment where they’d stood together, surrounded by a pool of lilies, and declared each other partners for life.

“Oh my god,” Marinette whispered in his ear and, though he was facing away from her, he could tell she was as close to tears as he was. “They’re married! Look at them.”

“I know,” he replied. Marinette must have heard the wavering in his voice, as she reached down to squeeze her hand in his. The interaction was short lived however, as Nino and Alya finished embracing their parents and he was wrapped in a group hug so tight he was sure to stop breathing. The tears fell freely now as Adrien recalled the countless amount of times the four of them had been like this, the years they’d spent huddled together for reasons both joyous and terrible. It was a beautiful constant in his life.

Speaking of beautiful constants.

As they sat down in their seats, ready for the meal, Marinette already had a tissue ready for him. Adrien turned to her, kissing her softly in thanks. Their eyes met, and once again Adrien found himself taken by the strange kind of energy they shared throughout the day. He didn’t know if it was the wedding bringing out his inner romantic, of if something between them had shifted as they watched their best friends of ten years get married. Whatever it was it was…different. “I’ve always got your back, Kitty,” she uttered, snuggling closer to him.

Adrien smiled to himself. She did. She really did.

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Perfecting the Technique

Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…

“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”

He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!

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in public;

member- taekook x you

genre- fluff (idk maybe angstish?) 

words- 1,388

summary- (requested) all you want is to hold hands with your two boys, but some people can be so rude. polyamorous!au

a/n- dhlaj’hf;asdg okay so i dont take requests for scenarios but i needed some poly!au prompts so this was one sent in :) i hope you guys enjoy!! 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Usually, you love the idea of skinship. Big warm hugs, soft kisses against your lips, tender strokes against your back as you fall asleep- it’s all heavenly. But things were different when you started your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook.

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary/Request:  the reader has had a crush on Jin for ages and just never told him - but she goes out of her way to help him out with stuff. In this instances, helping him prepare a buttload of food for a party even though she’s not the greatest cook and accident prone

Originally posted by 1oyalty

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-

3:12 P.M. 

Jiminie: Y/N~ 

TaeTae: She stopped responding to us…

Nams: She’s probably getting ready since she’s coming over to see Jin for the party. 

Jiminie: Hmm. probably. Do you think she’s gonna do it?

Hobi: I’m rooting for you ,Y/N!

Yoongs: You guys are so noisy, she’s probably ignoring the group chat

Taehyung: Like Jungkook?

Jimin: Why does that brat never come in here..

The cute ringtone began to lose it’s charm after the millionth time it had gone off in the short time you were trying to get dressed. You stopped to stare at yourself in the mirror, looking at the outfit you had specially picked for tonight. Taking a deep breath you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the right thing to do, but if the boys were encouraging it then you assumed it was a good sign. Today, 4 years ago, was the day you and Jin had first met. You hadn’t planned to tell him how you felt at a party but the timing felt right. It wasn’t like you would be completely devastated either, since you were happy enough to have him and the rest of them smiling around you. Something had just changed in you and you figured you had owed it to yourself to at least be honest with him.The whole group was stoked about the new comeback, along with the newly broken records, and although they were tired, they agreed to the staff members they would invite them over as a thank you. 

As you grabbed your things to leave your place, you were able to read up on the group chat you had missed before. You couldn’t help but laugh at their undeniably chaotic messages.

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-


You: Well i’m on my way to help cook for the party so i’ll see all of you dorks soon.

Nams: …Y/n…Cooking..?

Hobi: This is the power of love

TaeTae: Ah this party is going to be a mess-

You: wtf i’m not even that bad!

Jiminie: Maybe we were a bad influence…

Nams: I thought we agreed for the better of the world we would both stay as far away from the kitchen as possible.

TaeTae: The world is ending!!

Hobi: ???

Jiminie: lmao

You: Alright, Alright you can stop. I’m here already so one of you answer the door.

Yoongs: on it

Hobi: You were still reading the messages? Ah, you really do just ignore us

Yoongi looked you up and down as he stood in the familiar dorm doorway. You got a glimpse of the smile he was trying to hide. Your eyes narrowed in on him, following behind him as he lead you to the kitchen.


“Hmm? Nothing, nothing.” Yoongi assured, gesturing his arm towards the door before heading off back to his room.

You pushed open the door to find Jin with his back towards you while he was trying to read the recipe out of the book, apron wrapped neatly around his figure. It instantly brought a smile to your face. 

“Your assistant is here!” You called, forgetting how childishly scared he got.

Jin’s shoulders flinched, turning around so fast it almost scared you. When he realized who it was, he tried to calm down, placing his hand over his chest. 

“God, you scared me..”

“Sorry…I’m a little late too.”

He shrugged, going over to the closet, pulling out an apron for you. 

“It’s okay, this stuff can be prepared pretty easily so we don’t need as much time as I figure.” He assured. 

You reached your hands out for it but he ignored them, going behind you. Feeling his figure hovering behind you felt safe in a strange way but you knew it was connected to the romantic feelings for him that you had been hiding. You wished he’d just wrap his arms around you instead, putting his face right in the crook of your neck comfortably-

“Can you lift your hair up for me?” Jin asked.

“Huh?- oh! Yeah, sure.”

As you did as told, his arms draped the cloth over you, putting your head through the loop. He smiled, tying the strings further down on your back.

“What did you think of the MV? I’m pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.” 

The sound of  Jin’s fake annoyed scoff from behind you was followed with him laughing at your odd answer. It was so easy to mess with him.

“You guess? What does that mean? I was the most handsome one in that mv!”

You snorted at his immaturity. 

“I know. I know. You’re the most handsome guy in the whole world. You’re the coolest! Oh my god, I can’t even believe i’m standing next to someone like you. Please, go easy on those less fortunate than you!” You joked.

Jin cracked a real smile again, turning you around. 

“Should I?”

Suddenly you felt yourself staring at his eyes for too long, taking in the moments you had missed for so long. They were so busy you didn’t see them much lately and you weren’t sure if this was really the time to tell him. Although, the thought of him going off and finding someone else sometimes soon was a painful one. If you didn’t do it today, who knows who could steal him away from you. He stood directly in front of you but he still felt so far away. 

It seems as though he noticed you no longer playing around, looking at you more seriously. His eyes shifted down to linger at your lips for a split second but the moment slipped through your fingers as new words escaped his lips.

“You ready to help me?”

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

Walking over to the counter he had everything already laying out for the two of you, sorted by each thing he had planned out for the two of you. If the members knew you couldn’t cook you had no idea how it had slipped past Jin so easily.

“Well, for now I already preheated the oven but I need you to get me some eggs from the fridge while I start on this. After that you can help pick which flavor you want to make from these choices.”

With a nod you were already racing towards the fridge,grabbing the handle with no caution whatsoever, and pulling it open to find what you had been asked of. When you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket you tried to hold the carton of eggs in one hand, the other pulling your phone out to check your messages. As if gravity had a personal grudge against you, you felt the carton slip from your arms and practically splattering all over the floor and your socks. 

Jin’s shoulder flinched again as he heard the loud noise, looking over at you. 

“Ah….Y/N. Now what are we going to do? You and Namjoon seriously are way too alike.”

“Shit. Sorry, i’ll clean it up.” Grabbing paper towels you started to clean up your mess but as you reached up for a second one the whole roll moved the bowl in front of it off the table completely, letting more ingredients fall to the tile flooring. Jin just sighed, coming over to you.

“Now everything is on the floor! It’s okay, I’ll clean this up. Do you think you could run to the store for me to buy new stuff? You don’t have to pay for it, here. Just come back quickly, okay?”

You felt so dumb for knocking everything over and you now knew how Namjoon must have felt when he continuously broke things around everyone. Especially today of all days you had to act like this in front of him.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sorry-…I’ll just go. I’ll be back!” You called after yourself, running out of the house to instantly open your phone.

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-

4:58 P.M

You: Wow okay, I fucked everything up.

Hobi: What happened?

You: Well, I spilled half of everything on the floor, annoyed him twice, and I think I made him uncomfortable earlier. This is a mess…

Jiminie: He gets annoyed about everything

TaeTae: Yeah, he’s old

Nams: I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, Y/N

Yoongs: What did you do to make him uncomfortable??

You: I think I was staring a little…but he just changed the subject completely 

Hobi: Want me to go to the kitchen to talk to him?

You: no! It’s fine. i’ll just fix it and buy everything

Hobi: Whatever you say

As you were walking back to the dorms you felt your phone go off once more and you wondered what more did they have to say, wondering if it concerned you. You slid the bags of groceries down your arms so you were able to read your phone properly.

——Group Text: The seven dorks——-

Nochu: whoa, Y/N is going to tell Jin finally?? He needed a girlfriend anyway, he needs to get married soon lmao

Jiminie: …….Wrong group chat….

Nochu: Oh shit… 

Nams: You can’t hear it but I sighed just now

Taetae: The one time you show up in these things and this is what you contribute? At least it wasn’t me lol

Your eyes scanned over Jimin’s reply, stopping you in your place. You clicked the group chat that included Jin and the one without, trying to come to terms with this reality. If you could hurry back in time maybe Jin wouldn’t be able to read it and as you started to run towards the dorm, you tried to come up with some sort of plan to explain if he did already read it. It took minutes for you to come racing back and ringing the doorbell.

Right when Jimin opened the door for you, you ran past him and back into the kitchen. Breathless,you set the groceries onto the table to find Jin still reading through his cook book. You weren’t able to tell if he had read the messages yet, having him look up at you from the counter.

“You’re back. That was fast.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want you to have to wait on me for too long, haha..-”

Casually he just nodded in response, coming over to check the foods you had brought back for him. You followed behind him, not realizing how close you were standing to him until he turned around to face you.

“Oh, did you get change?”

“Huh? Oh, right. Here.” You fished the change back out of your pockets and into his hand. 

“And. uh. I am really sorry about ruining everything before. To be honest, I’m not the best at cooking and I’m a little clumsy.”

Jin titled his head, smiling at you in an amused sort of way. 

“Then why would you offer to help?”

“W-well, It’s been a while since i’ve seen you guys and I wanted to hang out more.”

He put his thumb under your chin, holding your face gently in front of him.

“All of us or just me? I don’t see you visiting the others while you’re here. It’s okay,I know you missed me the most.” Jin laughed, sounding proud of himself as if he considered what he just said as cool. 

Even you rolled your eyes, knowing he’s just messing with you. 

“Yup, i’m going to go play something with Taehyung-”

“Oh come on, I was kidding! I missed you too.”

The words had you locked in, but Jin was just focused on continuing his plan for the party as he kept cooking and preparing everything. You walked over to sit on the countertop to watch him, noticing his phone next to your hand. You tried your best not to gain his attention. 

“Yeah, I’m sure you did, i’m pretty cool to hang out with you know.” You added, reaching your hand over to press the home button on his phone.

It felt as though your heart dropped, seeing he had no notifications for the messages, telling you that he had already read through them. Your face was instantly blushing and you nervously couldn’t even look in his direction anymore. So focused on what he might have been thinking when he read it, you didn’t even hear him ask you a question. 

“Y/N? Did you hear me?”

He noticed your different expression and the deer in the headlights look you had going on. 

“What’s wrong?”

He must have not mentioned it when you walked in because he was hoping you wouldn’t bring it up either. Maybe he was hoping you wouldn’t say it because he didn’t feel the same and didn’t want to let you down. The negative possibilities easily started to out weight their opponents as you felt your own tears hitting your legs underneath you. 

“I-I’m sorry, I think I forgot something at the store-”

Before you could slid off of the countertop, Jin stopped you, putting his hands on both sides of you.

“Wait, talk to me. What’s wrong? Did I hurt your feelings earlier? I wasn’t mad or anything.”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry.I don’t even know why I started crying. I’m fine, really.” You said as you tried to quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks, feeling even more like an idiot. 

“Is it because Jungkook ruined it?” He asked, moving his head in front of your gaze so he was able to fully look at you.

Hearing him acknowledge it struck you in surprise as you could only look back at him. You shook your head.

“You would have known either way and maybe this was better. I don’t have to hear you tell me that you don’t like me back but at least I got my answer. As long as we’re still friends, it’s okay, right?”

“You wouldn’t have heard it anyway. Am I that bad at flirting?”

“By flirting did you mean, hand kisses and winks that you give you everyone?”

Jin nodded, knowing you were right, trying to come up with something that would prove how much he likes you more than everyone else.

“But wait did you mean-”

“How about a real kiss?” He suggested, making you a blushing mess once more.

He hands were already propped up on the sides of you and his face was only inches away from yours. The thought of it already had your heart pounding in your chest, feeling your hands clench. 

“-…that you like me?”

Jin’s handsome smile appeared again as he watched you stiffen in front of him at the words. Even for him it was too cheesy of an atmosphere and he turned his head away from you to snicker. You took notice to how red his ears were, knowing he’s practically all talk. He faced you again, trying to shake off his own nervousness.

You felt his fingers slip past your hair, grazing your neck until he held it gently to pull you closer to him. You closed your eyes as he leaned in closer to you, feeling his warm lips against yours. Casually you let your arms fall around his neck, feeling him deepen the kiss first.  Before you could enjoy any more of it he pulled away only enough to speak. 

“I didn’t say anything, not because I was going to reject you, but because I wanted to hear you tell me you liked me. I wanted to see your face when you said it to me and so I could tell you how much I liked you.” 

You gave him another quick kiss. 

“How much do you like me?” You teased.

At least now you had gotten your answer, and even if it wasn’t how you expected to tell him, you made sure to thank Jungkook for his mistake.

“I like the things you do more than I like my own face or cooking, or the rush I got from performing. I liked you when we hung out the first time at the coffee shop across the street and I liked you the last time we hung out when you cried into my chest about missing all of us before he went for the months long tour. I liked that you would always listen to me play the guitar for you when I was still learning, and I liked that you would try whatever I made for you when you came over and complimented me all the time. But you, I was in love with you.”


“You know you’re acting like an asshole right?”

I got up from the hotel bed my boyfriend I were sharing and searched for my shorts.

“Can you stop whining and come back to bed please? You build stuff up in your head like an idiot all by yourself. There’s nothing going on with me and that bitch, just stop.”

I turned around swiftly and narrowed my eyes.

“I literally read the messages, Brian. I saw, with my own two eyes, the lovey dovey messages you and that hoe were sending each other. You and I are the ones that are supposed to be speaking to each other like that, not you and that other fucking girl you prick.”

He rolled his eyes and actually shooed me away with his hand.

“Just go, you’re annoying me. Bye.”

He turned over away from me in bed and grabbed his phone from the stand.

I sighed while slipping on my sweater and making my way towards the door.

As I grabbed the handle, I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks and turn around.

“You love me, Brian?”

I just needed to hear him say it. I needed that assurance.

“Not right now. Leave.”

I chewed on my lip while my grip righted and held in my tears.


I sat at the small coffee shop, facing the window and allowing my tears to run freely.

Literally no one but me and the barista, who was more focused on his phone, were in the shop at the moment.

The dark night and rainy weather seemed appropriate.

I sipped on my hot macchiato and contemplated everything going on with me and my boyfriend.

He may not think so, but I consider him speaking to another girl in such a loving manner, cheating.

Affairs start with conversations.

I wiped away yet another tear with my sleeve and rested my chin on my hand while continuing to stare out the window.

I felt like I was in an R&B music video.

I heard the little door bell ding as someone entered and I made sure to turn my body more towards the window.

The last thing I wanted was someone seeing me look pathetic and taking pity on me.

I took a slow sip of my warm drink once more when as, what sounded like a man, ordered his drink at the front.

It was pretty much background noise to me as I was consumed with the complicated situation I was in with my asshole boyfriend.

Before I knew it, I felt the presence of someone beside me.

“Excuse me,”

I heard a kind voice say.

I looked up to find a handsome man with a cap and sun glasses on looking down at me with a small smile. A cup of coffee in his hands.

“I hate to bother you but you seem really upset. Are you okay?”

Obviously this guy looked shady as fuck with his hat and shades on in doors AND it’s dark outside. So I just wanted him to get away from me.

“I’m okay, thank you. My boyfriend should be here any minute so,”

My small and slightly polite way of shooing him away.

“Mind if I wait with you while he comes?”

The man, with no shame, sat himself in front of me and set his drink down.

I had no time to react before he removed his cap and sun glasses, revealing a very attractive man with plump lips and sweet eyes.

“Thanks,” he said with a pretty smile before taking a sip of his drink.

I was still dumbfounded about this strange, attractive man just sitting himself in front of me for no apparent reason.

I mean.

He doesn’t look or seem like he feels sorry for me.

He stared out the window for a bit before checking his phone.

While I still stay there staring at him. Trying to figure out which one of us was the crazy one.

He then looked up with that same nice smile and stuck his hand out to me.

“I’m Jackson by the way. You?”

I stared at his hand strangely before slowly and sort of reluctantly reaching for it with my own.

“Y/N,” I answered slowly and softly.

“Y/N! That’s a pretty name. So what’s on your mind tonight, Y/N?”

My mouth was left agape as I tried to find something to say.

How can this stranger just strike up a conversation with some crying chick in a cafe???

“Uhh…n-nothing. What’s…what’s on your mind?”

Why the hell am I giving this guy my time? I should just get up and leave.

“Well the only thing that’s on my mind is me wondering why there’s a really pretty girl in a coffee shop late at night in LA, crying her little heart out.”

His eyes turned somber and appeared worrisome.

Before I had the chance to speak, he stepped right back in.

“And! I have a slight feeling it has something to do with that boyfriend she mentioned earlier. The one who’s "on his way” right?“

He air quoted ‘on his way’ and looked damned adorable rolling his eyes while he did so.

I let out a light laugh before sitting up fully and shaking my head.

This guy doesn’t seem too bad…

"It might. Or what if I just really like coffee late at night while it’s raining?”

I said before taking another sip of my macchiato.

He laughed an infectious laugh before lifting his cup up to me and clinking with mine.

“Then join the club!”

We both laughed before sitting back and carefully observed each other.

This guy was…unbelievably good looking.

And I think has an Asian background.

“Where are you from?”

I asked leaning on my arms and paying attention to Jackson.

“China! But for the most part I live in South Korea. I’m actually in a music group and we’re here on tour.”

“Interesting. What music group?”

He brushed his hair back before taking a sip of his drink.

“We’re called Got7. It’s a K-Pop group.”

My eyes widened a bit before I nodded along.

“My best friend loves that one group. BTS?”

He nodded quickly with a small smile.

“Bangtan boys! I actually know them, they’re great guys.”

“They’re all super fine too.”

I added before taking a sip of my drink and looking at Jackson for his reaction.

He only laughed that perfect laugh and nodded.

“Uhh we’re all super fine,” he began while he motioned his hands up and down his body.

“If you hadn’t noticed.”

We both laughed hardily before I leaned back and just stared at him some more.

“So what’s a big K pop star such as yourself hanging out with little ol’ me in this small coffee shop at 2:00 AM for?”

Hi smile lightened a little before he brushed his hair back once more and leaned forward, holding onto his coffee cup.

“I guess I…just needed a break from…everything. Even if it was just for an hour or so.”

He looked down at the coffee cup while gently tapping his fingers against it.

“It’s exhausting sometimes and I needed some form of relief, I think.”

I saw his expression change into one of…anger?

He gripped his coffee cup a little tighter before causing me to jump by banging his free fist onto the table.

“I shouldn’t fucking think like that. I should work harder. But I’m just so tired…”

I chewed on my lip as I watched his breathing grow heavy while he did not dare look me in the eyes.


I very slowly and softly rested my hand against his clenched one.

“You do not need to feel ashamed or bad for not wanting, but needing a break. My best friend explained to me what all you guys have to go through and honestly, I’m shocked you’re not passed out on your hotel bed right now,”

I slowly started stroking his now less tense fist with my thumb.

“Take your break, you deserve it. And thank you for taking your break or "waiting” with little ol’ me.“

I saw him slowly look up and face me.

His expression was calm and sweet once more.

Before I knew it, he had flipped his hand over and grabbed onto mine, lifting it up to his lips and leaving a sweet kiss to my knuckles.

I blushed while he gently laid my hand back down.

"So who’s the stupid guy who’s upset someone as sweet as you tonight?”

He asked, looking into my eyes and leaning on his arms.

I sighed deeply and shrugged, remembering my own problems.

“Well, let me ask you.”

I sat up straighter and watched as Jackson paid all of his attention to me.

“Go ahead,”

He said.

“If you’re with someone…romantically I mean. And it’s been exclusive for awhile. And you see that the person you’re with has been talking to another person… the same exact way that they speak to you, romantically I mean. Would you consider that cheating?”

I looked up to his eyes, desperate for proof that I wasn’t over reacting.

That I didn’t deserve this kind of treatment from my boyfriend.

That…that he is cheating on me.

His eyes widened a bit before they narrowed and he threw his arms on either side of his head.

“That’s cheating!”

He exclaimed before dropping his arms and shaking his head.

“I mean, how do you think relationships, even romantic ones, begin? With conversation! It all depends on the context but if it’s the same type of manner he’s speaking to his significant other with then most definitely.”

I nodded along at his words and looked down.

“Yeah, I agree with you.”

It was my turn to grip onto my coffee cup in frustration now.

I felt a large hand rest on my arm and slowly start stroking up and down.

“You don’t deserve that. You’re too good for him.”

I looked up with slightly tinted cheeks while chewing on my bottom lip.

“Do you know how a girl like you deserves to be treated?”

He asked while looking directly into my eyes.

I shook my head no and waited for him to continue.

“Like…like…like she’s the most important thing in the entire world. Like…you have to be absolutely certain to watch your step because you don’t wanna take any chance of losing her. Like…better than a princess. Or a queen! Like,”

He tapped his hand onto his chest where his heart was.

“Like she is the other half of who you are.”

“A soulmate.”

I cut in, looking up at Jackson completely.

“Yes! Yeah a soulmate. Exactly.”

I nodded and took a sip of my drink.

“Brian laughs when I talk about soulmates. He doesn’t think they’re real.”

Jackson gave a confused look before shaking his head and scoffing.

“So who are you supposed to marry? Be with this person the rest of your life, if there are no soulmates? Just some random person? I refuse to believe that. Brian is really stupid.”

We both laughed once more before I nodded my head and completely agreed.


Before our conversation was going to continue, Jackson’s phone lit up.

“Excuse me Y/N, just one second.”

I nodded before he answered his phone and started speaking to someone in a language I didn’t understand.

Korean probably.

I smiled to myself at that before Jackson hung up.

“Can I see your phone?”

He said while putting his hand out.

I have a questioning look before I unlocked my phone and handed it to him.

Usually I wouldn’t just give my phone to just anyone but for some reason, I just trusted Jackson.

He started typing away quickly.

“Aaaaand there you go.”

He handed my phone back.

I looked at the screen and smiled as I saw he had put his phone number with the contact name “Hot Coffee Shop Guy”.

I giggled, actually giggled, before putting my phone down and looking back up at him.

“I, unfortunately, have to leave now. Apparently my managers are upset or whatever. But I’d really like to "wait” with you again sometime…if that’s okay with you?“

I was about to reply when he cut back in.

"And I don’t want to seem disrespectful towards your relationship with that stupid Brian guy, but you actually helped me a lot tonight and you’re so nice and fun to talk to and make me…make me feel calm I think? And it would be a shame to lose you as a friend cause, well I consider you a friend already, and oh! maybe you can meet the rest of my members sometime, they’d love you. Also maybe your best friend and you can come to a show? That’d be so-”


I finally interrupted his rant.

He looked at me blushing while I reached out for his hand, which he gladly put into mine.

“I’d love to "wait” with you again.“

Always ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Originally posted by outofmindsayo

Hi!Can I have a fred weasley imagine where it’s the final battle hogwarts the reader is like a female harry so voldemort is after her and after going into the hall she finds her parents Remus and Tonks injured along with Fred, so when she tells them she’s going to the forbidden forest to confront him they get upset but they let her go when fred sees her “dead” he loses it along with tonks And you can include 19 years later too?basically the ending of deathly hallows pt 2 alot of dialogue please

mentions of blood.

[A/N: (Y/F/N) means Your Full name :).]


The day had finally come. The Battle of Hogwarts. Death Eaters were seen fighting the staff and students around every corner. You entered the great hall, and you felt your heart break at the sight.

Classmates. Teachers. Friends. All either injured or dead.

You searched for Remus and Tonks. You knew what you had to do.

As you searched among the faces, your eyes finally landed on them, and you immediately ran over to them and into their arms.

“(Y/N), thank goodness you’re alright,” Tonks breathed, holding you tightly.

“We were so worried,” Remus choked.

“I’m okay, you guys.” You paused and looked at them.

“What’s the matter?” Tonks asked, searching your face for an answer.

You took in a breath. “I have to face him.”

They both looked extremely puzzled.

“I have to go to the forbidden forest and face Lord Voldemort.”

“(Y/N), you will not! We’ve lost enough in this war, we aren’t losing you too!” Remus shouted, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

You were about to speak, but a loud cry caused you to turn your head.

Across the room, you saw Mrs. Weasley leaning over a body. You ran over to her.

When you saw why she was crying, all the color drained from your face.

Your boyfriend of nearly 4 years, Fred Weasley, lied there on the floor as stiff as a corpse with a bloody gash on his cheek.

You brought your hand up to your mouth as tears began welling up in your eyes.

“Mrs. Weasley… He isn’t… Please tell me he isn’t,” you sobbed, getting down on your knees next to her.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” she cried, taking your hand in hers.

You felt sick looking down at his lifeless figure. Memories of the two of you rushed into your mind like a tsunami. You thought of when you first met him on the train; you became a victim of one of his pranks by accident. The moment your eyes met, you both felt a spark.

You’d never be able to gaze into his eyes again.

Everyone thought he was dead. But, no one could see his chest ever so slightly rise and fall. His breathing was faint and so was his heartbeat. He was trapped in his head. His limbs felt like they weighed tons. He wanted desperately to tell you he was alive, but he couldn’t move.

You leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on his lips, your lips trembling as you did, and stood up.

Anger and sadness took over your entire being. You began to make your way to the exit, not stopping for anything, until someone grabbed your arm.

“(Y/N), don’t. Please…” Remus begged, holding onto you tightly.

“People are dying! My friends! My teachers! Fred!” Your voice cracked as you said his name. You looked away from him.

“I can’t let any more people die,” you whimpered.

Remus stared at you with a sad and scared look. Then, he slowly let go of your arm and wrapped you in a hug.

“Come back alive… Please.” He held you close to him. You buried your face, crying into his shoulder.

You pulled back from the hug and wiped away your tears. “I’ll try.” And with that, you left the Great Hall.


The forest was dark and cold. You made your way into a clearing where you saw them.

The Death Eaters. And Lord Voldemort.

They all turned around when they heard your footsteps.

You looked around, your wand in your hand, and saw they had Hagrid tied up.

“(Y/N)?! No! What’re you doing here?!” He cried out.

“Quiet!” A Death Eater hissed.

Your eyes focused on Voldemort. His pale eyes were piercing into yours, making you feel uneasy, but you had to shake that feeling.

You had to face him. And you had to die.

“(Y/F/N),” Voldemort began, his voice raspy and cold. “The girl who lived…”

“Come to die…”

As he finished his sentence, he slowly began to raise his wand, and pointed it directly at you.

You took in a breath and closed your eyes, awaiting impact, drowning out everything.

“Avada Kedavra!” He shouted. A green light shined, you felt a massive explosion, and when you opened your eyes, you were in someplace quiet and white.

But, you weren’t dead.


Narcissa proclaimed that you were “dead” to the Death Eaters, and Hagrid carried your body all the way back to Hogwarts, doing his best to hold back tears.

As they all marched up to the school, everyone inside began filing out once they saw Voldemort leading his army.

“Who is that… Who is Hagrid carrying? Who is it, Neville?” Ginny questioned, worried she already knew the answer. All the students were staring, trying to figure out who was in Hagrid’s arms, including Fred, who was very much alive.

“(Y/F/N) is dead!” Lord Voldemort announced.

Those words shot Fred right in the chest. “No…” he whispered, shaking his head. “No!” Fred cried loudly. He tried to run to you, but George grabbed him and held him back as he tried to fight to get away.

“(Y/N) is dead. From this day forth… You’ll put your faith in me.”

Everyone was dead silent.

“(Y/F/N) is dead!” He cackled once more as the Death Eaters laughed along.

He then told everyone to either join him or die.

After Draco was forced to go to his parents, you heard Neville’s voice.

He was giving a speech. At the end, he unsheathed a sword.

There was your opportunity.

You tumbled out of Hagrid’s arms and stood up, causing a chorus of gasps to fill the air. Tears welled up in Fred’s eyes and he began to smile.

“Confringo!” You yelled, causing a distraction. Then, you ran.

Voldemort desperately threw spells your way, hoping one would hit you, but you were gone and out of sight.

Death Eaters began to flee as all the students ran inside the school, including you. One of the teachers put up a barrier in front of the entrance once everyone was inside.

You were going to win this fight.


The battle against Voldemort was gruesome, but as Neville destroyed Nagini, the final horcrux, Voldemort grew weak enough for you to defeat him.

Hogwarts had won.

As you walked through the Great Hall, covered in cuts, dirt, and blood, the room was warm. No worries or fears. It was the calm after the storm.

You gazed around the room, looking at all the broken bits of the hall that now laid on the ground as rubble.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice shouted.

You slowly turned around and saw Fred standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. You both started walking towards each other. Then slowly the two of you broke into a sprint, and slammed into each other’s arms.

“Freddie, I-I thought you were dead,” you sobbed into his shoulder, gripping tightly onto his torn shirt.

“I thought you were dead,” he cried back, burying his face in your neck.

You both broke away from the hug and gazed at each other for a moment. Fred caressed your cheek with his thumb, placing his free hand on the small of your back.

“You know, even when you’re smudged with dirt and smoke and blood… You’re still just as gorgeous as the first day I met you,” Fred smirked, staring deeply into your eyes. You let out a laugh.

“You mean the day where you got orange paint all in my hair and all over my robes? And I bloody yelled at you for it but ended up laughing it off with you?”

“Yes, that day,” he smiled. “The day I knew you were the one for me.”

Your lips curved into a smile as you rested your head against his chest, so thankful to hear his heart beating.

“Don’t ever leave me, Fred…”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t plan on that, love.”

There was silence until Fred gently pulled you away from his chest.

“What’s the matter?”

Fred took both of your hands in his and looked down at his feet.

“(Y/N), I…”


“I-I need to marry you.”

Your eyes went wide. “Come again?”

“God, this is a mess. I know this isn’t romantic whatsoever; if this were in any other place, I swear to you, (Y/N), I’d have bloody fireworks and roses.” He paused.

“But, this whole war has made me realize that… Life is short… And, (Y/N), I need to spend the rest of my life with you. I am so madly in love with you and there’s no one else I’d rather be together with. I want to wake up next to you, and cook breakfast with you, and kiss you whenever I want.”

“Freddie…” you smiled.

“I want to start and end my day with you, every day for as long as I live,” he stopped to gaze at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

“Marry me, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be the best husband I can be, and make you laugh, and smile, and live every day to the fullest.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears again. You didn’t speak. Instead, you grabbed Fred by his shirt collar, stood up on your tippy toes, and pressed your lips against his.

A smile from Fred crept its way into the kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The two of you threw every bit of passion you had in your bodies into that kiss.

Eventually, you both broke away.

“So, was that a yes?” Fred teased.

“Of course, you git,” you laughed, playfully smacked him on the chest. He then pulled you into another kiss.


“Got everything, dear?” You asked your daughter. She nodded gleefully, glancing at her cart of luggage.

“Remember, young man; if you’re going to cause any trouble…” Fred paused from speaking to his son to see if you were listening.

“Don’t get caught,” he finished with a wink.

“Okay, you two. Give mum and dad some love,” you smiled, holding your arms open.

Your children attacked the two of you with hugs.

The Hogwarts train let out a hiss, signaling for everyone to get on.

“Here are your tickets. Stick together, be safe, and don’t go near the whomping willow!” You stressed, handing them their train tickets. They both gave you a strange look.

“You’ll know what she’s talking about when you get there,” Fred added.

The two of you watched your kids board the Hogwarts train. They waved goodbye as the train began to leave.

“Don’t forget to write!” You called out.

You let out a content sigh and rested your head on your husband Fred’s shoulder as he placed an arm around yours.

Your life had become wonderful. A few months after the battle, you married Fred. Not long after that, you had two beautiful children. Life was grand.

You gazed up at Fred and he smiled back down at you. He then gave you a sweet peck on the lips and the two of you watched as the train left the station.

Life couldn’t be better.

~The End~
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Popular | Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: The second part out in probably record time! I’m very thankful for the positive reception so far so hopefully, I don’t let you guys down. Thank you all again so much for reading. 

Warnings: Not approved by Captain Rogers’ Potty Mouth Prevention Unit

Series Masterlist

Originally posted by flyngdream

Media’s Attention

“When was the last time you went on a date, Barnes?” You hissed. You and Bucky walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand. When Bucky told you his great idea for a first ‘date’, you were convinced he had it down to the very last detail. Dates, wardrobe, lines. Like it was some sort of reality TV show.

Right now, he was nervous. He tried to keep a cool face, but he was holding onto your hand a bit too tightly.

“A successful date or just date in general?” Bucky asked. You wanted to facepalm so badly, but you didn’t want to make him feel worse. Pretending was fun as children, but now it just felt like work. Fake smiling for this long already had your cheeks starting to hurt. It didn’t help that every time Bucky whispered in your ear, you had to force out an appropriate giggle. Half the stuff he said were bad jokes that made you want to groan, and the other half was trying to stay sane while proceeding with the mission.

As fake as you felt, the plan was clearly working. You knew that more than just a few people have taken snapshots of you two strolling down the busy boulevards of Manhattan all cute and couple-like. Not to mention the whispers on the street. The city’s street lamps weren’t the best lighting, but you were certain that the city lights reflecting on your long dress would be a great cover for US Weekly.

Your date didn’t look bad either. He was less Bucky and more James Buchanan Barnes. His hair was neatly tied and combed back, with a full tux and everything. “It’s gonna be okay.” You go to wrap your arm around his and lean in closer.

You cup your hands around Bucky’s ear. “I bet by this time tomorrow we’ll be on the front page of every tabloid.”

He let out a small rumble of laughter. Sometime about the sound made you want to smile as well. It was strange seeing him so happy, even if it wasn’t really genuine. You felt the tension leave his arm and the stiffness disappears from his walk.

“I know being carefree isn’t exactly your thing, but if it makes it easier just think about how great it’ll feel to win the contest,” you suggest. Bucky looks over to you with a smile and a sly twinkle in his eye. You were starting to see what all the ladies in the forties must have been chattering about. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“For one, gotta give the people some good angles,” Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest. “Two, you have a leaf in your hair.”

Your hands dropped his, flying to your hair to comb it through. Lo and behold, a single ivy green leaf got caught by your fingers. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the lenses started clicking?” Your face blossomed in pink.

Bucky chuckled again, only to take you by the shoulders and turn you around. “We’re here.” This must have been the playful side of Bucky you always heard Steve reminiscing about. You stared at the name of the restaurant Bucky brought you to. “Bucky, this is like a three star Michelin restaurant. How did you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bucky held your hand and led you in. “I have my ways, doll, but I think you’re blocking the entrance.” You turned behind to see a small line of people all dressed in silks and formal wear impatiently tapping their leather shoes. “I may have done a lot of research on the computer. Having a billionaire’s worth of knowledge and stuff doesn’t hurt either.”

“Why did you pick this place anyway? Not that it isn’t amazing, but I think this venue is a bit upscale and stuffy for both our liking,” you said.

A single glance around the place and you already felt like a fake. Giant crystal chandeliers hung over each table, which itself was decorated in gleaming white cloth and golden embellishments. Each chair sat someone who looked of high society and money. “And now I feel ever faker than before,” you mutter.

Bucky didn’t seem phased, instead putting his arm around you and giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Following the waiter, you were escorted to a semi-private table for two.

“Did I pick the perfect spot or what?” Bucky gloated.

“I’ll say, it’s going to be so easy to spy on us. Even more so than whenever Steve tries to leave with just a baseball hat on,” you observe.

“That hat trick worked more than a few times, I’ll have you know,” Bucky informed you as-a-matter-of-fact-ly. “But that’s not why this spot is so great. Look over there.” He tilted his head toward another table. There sat a bunch of people in white shirts, ties, and some sort of ID hanging from their necks. Cameras and similar equipment were scattered on chairs and the tables around the area as well.

“Journalists?” You gasp.

“Not just any old journalists. Rumor has it that every year the best of the news world meet here to plan out their award ceremonies and whatnot.” Bucky said. “And what a coincidence that we’re right in their field of view.”

You look away to gape at Bucky. He wore a proud smirk on his lips. “Bucky Barnes, you are a genius.”

“Nah,” he reaches across the table for your hand. You gladly take it. “Just what any old guy who wants to win a bet would do.”

“Trust me, you may be old but you’re not just any guy,” you muse. He looked up at you in surprise and a few mixed emotions, but you were already flipping through the menu and gawking at the kinds of food and their prices. “Jeez Bucky, I hope you managed to find the end of a rainbow in time because I can’t pay for this with my salary.”

“I feel like you’re starting to doubt my abilities to pull this off,” Bucky said. The two of you continued to laugh and joke around until the waiter came by again.

He looked up from his notepad, eyes widened. For a few seconds, his eyes went from Bucky to you to him again. You and Bucky shared a knowing look. “P-pardon me Madame, what would you like to order?”

Bucky gave you a final nod, signaling for you to get the snowball rolling. “It looks like you caught us!” You held your hands up jokingly. “Yes, it is I, H/N with Bucky Barnes. Don’t worry, we’re not here on a mission,” you say loudly. Already, a few people turned to look, including the table of journalists.

“What an honor, Miss H/N, m-might I offer you a list of our specials?” The waiter started to stammer.


As the wait staff walked away, you and Bucky couldn’t help but burst into small fits of laughter. “My goodness, do you think the entire restaurant heard?” You ask between breaths.

“I’m almost positive they did. You seem to have a natural talent for ruining the classy ambiance with your loud voice. Not that it isn’t charming,” Bucky winked.

You two continued the conversation, ever so slowly inching towards one another. It wasn’t long before your face was right in front of his. You stared into his blue eyes, as mischievous as ever. Bucky glanced to the left once. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, he came even closer. “Are they watching?”

You try to sneakily glance at the reporters’ table as well. “Almost for certain, yeah,” you said. In an instant, he pressed into you lips first. You sucked in a breath, nearly forgetting to kiss back. It was quick, sweet, and eye-catching. You hoped you were correct in hearing a camera shutter go off. Pulling away, Bucky seemed breathless. He continued to look at you in that strange way. Not exactly romantic or infatuated. More like…genuine amusement.

“Well, Mr. Barnes?” You raise your eyebrows at him. He looked confused. “How would you say our first kiss went?”

He groaned, making you laugh. “Don’t get cocky on me now.”

“No promises,” you shrug. “Don’t look now, but I think our plan is being executed quite smoothly. Journalist coming in on your left.”

You both turned and saw a woman in a red skirt with a pen and paper in her hands. She stopped right in front of your table with an excited smile. “How are you? Janet Howards, Entertainment Weekly. It is such an honor to meet you both.” She shook both of your hands firmly. “My colleagues and I couldn’t help but notice you guys. Mind if we ask some questions?”

Without even looking, you knew that Bucky was beaming. “Of course not, although we’d like to keep it low-profile,” you lied. You and Janet Howards both knew that this was going to blow up by the end of the day.

The quickfire questions came a bit faster than you had thought they would, although you and Bucky still answered like you practiced. Were you really dating? Any plans for the future? What warranted such a special night out? Do any of the other Avengers know about your romance? The questions were handled like clockwork. You remembered to look at Bucky with a fond gaze every now and then, which he gladly returned.

The answers were simple. After a lot of reality-tv binge watching with Bucky and YouTube searches about celebrity couple interviews, the whole media industry became as predictable as snow in the mountains. You gave every ounce of juicy ‘gossip’ over, from a secret romance to helping each other heal to hiding it all away from the public eye until now.

Janet bit her lip, trying to contain the excitement as she furiously scribbled down every last detail you and Bucky fed to her. There were a lot of “you guys are so great together"s and “sorry if this is too personal, but"s. The entire act felt just like that. An act. A beautifully rehearsed, made-to-sell act.

As Janet finally left you two alone, you let out a deep breath. "So, how do you think it went?”

“You were perfect, doll,” Bucky complimented.

“Not so bad yourself, Buck,” you smile back. As the two of you finished your meals and walked back to the car, still holding hands, you couldn’t help but marvel and how smoothly tonight went. “You know, tonight was a lot easier than I thought it would be, thanks to you.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked. He opened the car door for you.

You sat inside and finally let yourself relax into the chair. “Well, I guess this fake dating thing couldn’t have possibly worked out well with just anyone. I guess I’m trying to say that I’m glad you’re my fake boyfriend.”

Bucky laughed again. Unlike on the streets or in the restaurant, this felt real. “And you’re the best fake girlfriend I could have asked for.” A bit hesitantly, he kissed you on the forehead. You smiled and stared out the passenger window. Even though the entire night felt plastic, the wind in your hair and Bucky’s lingering kiss made you feel a little more alright.

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Should Have Listened to Dean

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Story Summary: Written for @impala-dreamer and her One Prompt For All Dean Challenge. The Prompt was: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”

Watching in horror as your hand picked up the knife laying forgotten in the table, you fought against it with all your might. Screaming as loud as you could, not a sound escaped your lips as your body moved closer to the bed, and the person who lay sleeping on it.

It had all started earlier that morning. Sam had gotten excited over a hunt, something about multiple demons all converging in one spot. Excited, he had raced off, no doubt to pack as many demon killing weapons as he could find. Leaving you sitting there with your boyfriend, him staring strangely at you.

“Dean, what is it?” You asked him, moving to stand up and get ready for the hunt.

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Anonymous (Kaneki Ken x Reader)

Another one shot haha! Hope you like it…If you have any requests feel free to drop an ask! <3

Summary:  A couple of weeks after you started working at Anteiku you seemed to find little notes in your bag whenever you left work. Filled with curiosity you decide to investigate.(Pre-Aorigi)


‘You’re really beautiful.’

It had started just like that.

After more than three weeks of working at the Ghoul friendly coffee shop, you noticed little notes appearing inside your purse. At first you didn’t take it to mind, thinking that maybe someone is school had dropped it in, or one of your guy friends wanted to tease you.

Still, when you started at it for a little while longer, you noted that you couldn’t recognise the writing style, so it couldn’t have been one of your friends. At least, not someone you knew.

But you dismissed this and threw the note into the trash, forgetting about it all together.

‘I receive so much joy just being able to see a smile in your eyes.’

This note made you ponder a bit as you stared at it frowning. Today at school you kept your bag close, not letting anyone even near it, since you realized that your trash started to pile up from these little messages you received every day.

You re-read the words, feeling a tingle, light as a feather, tickle your heart and your lips unconsciously twitched up into a smile. Even if it was a bit odd, it was still pleasant to know someone thought about you so much.

From the handwriting you finally deducted it was a guy, and certainly none from school since you made sure to check each and every boys work in class today. None of them matched the anonymous fellow that had his eyes on you, and you even frowned when you looked at one of your friend’s classwork.

“Shinji-Kun, your kanji is really ugly” You remember commenting as you examined his paper. The said boy blushed, yelling at you to piss off which you, after a bit more teasing, did.
‘Life is so unpredictable. Changes always come along, in big or small ways. I don’t know what happened that this sudden change has turned my world upside down. I don’t know exactly what it is, it just hit me, but there is something really special about you.’

Sometimes these notes were longer than just a sentence, sometimes they were a page;

‘Inside of me there is a place where my sweetest dreams reside, where my highest hopes are kept alive, where my deepest feelings are felt and where my favorite memories are safe and warm. I find that you’re on my mind more often than any other thought. Sometimes I bring you there purposely just to make my day brighter. But more often, you surprise me and find your own ways into my thoughts. There are even times when I awaken; I realize that you’ve been a part of my dreams. Then during the day, when my imagination is free to run, it takes me into your arms and allows me to linger there knowing there’s nothing I’d rather do. I know my thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of my heart because whenever they wander, they always take me to you…’

As strange as it would seem, you found a lone head of a daffodil[1] attached to the last note you received. This time you found it in your coats pocket when you left work, since you didn’t bring your bag to Anteiku anymore.

Not to say it wasn’t strange to receive such messages, especially since you didn’t know who this mystery person was. But, you were 100% sure it was someone from Anteiku.

“Hmm, let’s see…” You scratched your (color) head, closing your eyes in thought “Yoshimura?” You shivered at the though, sticking your tongue out in disgust “No, no” You shook your head, shoving the old man into the back of your brain “Uh…Nishiki?” You stared at the words scribbled neatly on the white paper “Nahh~” you shook your head again “No way is Nishiki that romantic.” You snickered, after a moment focusing again “Maybe Renji?” Again, you shook your head “Doesn’t even talk to me…But maybe…? Nah…”

You laid in your bed, the note with a colourful daffodil hovering above your head in your hands. You frowned.

“Enji?” You asked the paper, as if expecting it to reply. It of course didn’t “No no, he’s not that romantic either…Well, sweet romantic, anyway…”

As if something ticking in you, you halted up with a gasp, your heart beating erratic and butterflies exploding all over your chest. With a tint of pink on your cheeks, your hues softened when you gazed at the letters again.

“Kaneki…Ken…?” You asked quietly.

The next day as soon as you were out of school you rushed to Anteiku, leaving Touka behind as she ran after you, yelling “What’s the hurry for?!”

You barged into the coffee shop, the bell ringing loudly from your energetic entrance. Everyone stopped working to look at you, Nishiki commenting on how noisy you were, but you simply ignored him, brushing the raindrops away from your messy (color) hair.

Your eyes travelled around the room, and seeing Kaneki Ken standing in the corner made your heart skip a beat. You noted that he was looking at you, but once your gaze met he quickly looked away and went back to his work.

You herd Touka walk behind you, grumbling. You released your hold on the front door, it almost smacking her in the face as you made your way to your secret admirer.

“Uhm, Kaneki Ken?” You called him softly, standing just a few feet away from him.

He stiffened when you said his name, slowly and nervously turning to you.

“Yes, (Name)-Chan?” He asked with a timid smile.

“Well…” You murmured, feeling your energy go down the drain as your cheeks heated up. You quickly opened your school bag, searching in it for something, making his heart beat nervously as he thought you were about to give him one of the many notes he left for you.

To his horror, you did.

Extending your slender arm, you motioned for him to take the little pink paper you held in your hand. Uneasily, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around your palm, leaving it there for a second before he took the message out of your hand.

You blushed furiously, muttering something incomprehensible and almost fuming from the sparks his touch sent through your body.

Quickly scurrying away, you left him alone with the note.  

Satisfied with your reaction, Kaneki gulped as he looked at the little piece of paper before slowly opening it.

‘I think about you too.’

Was the only thing scribbled in your neat handwriting.

16 | as sunlight drops through the windows

( things you said with no space between us + photographer au + kim taehyung )
word count :: 1,391

To you, Kim Taehyung is the physical definition of that saying “a picture is worth a thousand words”. It’s not just the camera that hangs around his neck constantly, although that probably helps provide an indication to his interests, but it was the way he used that camera to capture a moment. It was the way he saw the world and thought that everything, no matter how big or small, deserved his utmost respect and deep consideration. Even when it comes to you.

Especially when it comes to you.

You remember when the pair of you first started dating, and you didn’t know what to make of Taehyung’s constant need to capture any moment with his set of lens regarding any moment—mundane or not. Like that time he took you to the beach and almost filled a memory card with just photos of you playing with the water or dancing in the sand or lying down next to him, or that time you were eating cereal at his apartment the very first time you slept together, or even just the time you came over to learn how to play Overwatch. The questions of why he did what he did use to plague you constantly until he seemed to read your thoughts long enough to provide some sort of answer.

“Well, you keep a diary, where you write words about your day, your thoughts, your feelings… this is kind of like my diary.”

You kept your mouth shut soon afterwards, happy to let Taehyung keep up with his own ways of maintaining and managing his personal thoughts and emotions in spite of your own private lifestyle. For the most part, you don’t mind the snaps of shots while you’re cooking his favorite meals, dancing to his favorite song, singing as you do your assignments, catching the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking or the way you smile when you realize he’s taking photos of you. Given that he doesn’t share his collection with anyone, you actually find it rather romantic that he insists on being so candid.

It honestly just adds to his character, given how naturally affectionate he already is to you throughout the short year and a half you’ve both spent in each other’s company. Not that you’re complaining. There’s a secret part of yourself that loves it, that craves how easy it is for Taehyung to express himself since you often have trouble doing the same yourself.

This love you have for Taehyung is part of the reason why you find yourself greeting the early morning call with a smile as you are awakened by a pair of lips brushing against the back of your neck. Your eyes have not even opened yet, yet you can already picture his grin, the same one he always made when he got you to smile first thing in the morning. “Mm—Tae,” You grumble, voice husky and tired from sleep.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (16)

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Part 16 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22-Finale

Word Count: 3,700 (ish)

Yixing’s P.O.V

He locked himself in his room and made himself comfortable in the corner of his bed, the sound of rain attacking the window and the occasional roar of thunder and flash of lightening inviting itself into his room to accompany him. Yixing had created a list; a list that he was keeping secret from the rest of the house; a list that enabled him to tick off every time somebody in the house did something weird and out of character in the hopes that it would bring him closer to finding out whom the said ‘traitor’ or ‘traitors’ were.  Today he found himself adding another tick beside Junmyeon’s name. In fact he had added a tick next to Junmyeon’s name every day since they found out they were being infiltrated by the opposition and although he had noticed this inconsistency prior to their knowledge, it was only now that he decided it was crucial in his private investigation, since he decided he couldn’t trust anyone enough to tell them. The reason why he kept ticking next to their leaders name required a one word explanation only.


Junmyeon had been making the household eat it every day since they had all moved back in together, his reasons being that it was healthy. Fair enough lately everyone had been feeling lethargic and weak here and there; but to constantly have them eat day after day because ‘it was good for strength’ was extensive and out of character to say the least because for all the years Yixing had known Junmyeon he knew one thing. Junmyeon hated broccoli.

“45 ticks.” Yixing sighed. “Ah…Junmyeon, what are you up to?” He looked further down the list at the candidates with the second highest amount of ticks. Chanyeol and Baekhyun, whom were both joint at 23, followed by Jongdae with 15. Chanyeol had just been outright weird lately and now that he had his break down, only the high heavens knew where he had run off to. Luhan maybe? Baekhyun on the other hand was noticeably less happy than usual, Yixing couldn’t shake the change in the depletion of his moods and it made him highly uncomfortable. Yet Jongdae was who made him feel most on edge. He had been extremely quiet and secretive these days, almost dark. He would frequently sit in corners of rooms and stare at everyone as though he were calculating and his gaze upon Y/N was especially intense. Yixing didn’t like that. Not at all.
“Y/N.” He breathed out slowly; closing his eyes. How could she be pregnant? Sadness descended upon him whenever he thought about it; whenever he thought in detail the steps that she and Minseok took in order to make that baby. Why Minseok, he’d never understand and although he knew it was time to move on, it didn’t make it any easier when he was living with the woman and in the blink of an eye there’d be a mini Minseok running around the house. When it could’ve been a ‘mini him’. He jumped up; his thoughts rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Yixing, are you in there?” The voice called.

“Y/N?” His eyes widened. Jumping up he rushed over to the door and unlocked it; letting her in motioning for her to sit on the bed.

“What’s this?” She picked up Yixing’s checklist and scanned her eyes down the list, squinting as she did so.

“Oh that…it’s nothing. Just a log of decent conversations I’ve had with people.”  He chuckled nervously reaching his hand out to her. But she didn’t question his explanation she handed the checklist over to him and scooted further back on the bed to make herself more comfortable. He dropped down beside her in silence and for a while it was awkward. He remembered the days when it was never awkward and when he could easily melt into conversation with her. He cleared his throat uneasily.
“Uhh, was there something you needed or…?”

“No nothing in particular. I kind of just wanted to know who you thought it was. The mole in our midst?” She looked up him expectantly with the eyes he’d allowed himself to get too used to and too comfortable with.

“Honestly Y/N, I don’t know. But whoever it is I promise I won’t let them hurt you. Either of you.” He placed his hand over her stomach as though it were second nature and rubbed it slowly. The bump was pretty much invisible but the fact that something was growing inside of her continued to amaze him, human life amazed him. So why was it so quick for him to take life away?
She shifted under his touch uncomfortable, maybe it was becoming too intimate for her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean –”

“No don’t worry. It came from a good place.” She interrupted lifting herself from the bed. “I should go now anyway.” She hurried out of the room shutting the door behind her. He sighed at himself; why was he always pushing her away? He knew there was no romantic potential left anymore but he wanted to at least keep the friendship, yet he continued to make every moment awkward.

 Y/N’s P.O.V.

You rushed into the living room, the moment you encountered was way too touchy for you to handle. You understood Yixing kept trying to make efforts, but he kept screwing up. Minseok hadn’t even touched your stomach yet, so it certainly wasn’t his job to. Last night’s images kept popping up in your mind. How you had shouted at Senior being the most prominent memory and it made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You raised an eyebrow turning to look behind you; standing at the door frame was Junmyeon with his hands on his hips.

“Oh. Just…nothing serious. Hey sit down I need to talk to you.” You beckoned him into the room with your finger. He took a seat beside you his face blank. “Last night you said you suspected Baekhyun, why is that?” Junmyeon sighed, sitting back further in his seat he began to speak.

“Well you see lately he’s been acting…strange. He hides himself away a lot; he’s on the computer a lot more than usual. You know Baek is our Ace hacker right? He’s the best of the best in this house; he can get his hand on mostly everything. And he’s not really had much to say about this whole situation? It’s odd to me. Besides he’s been going out a lot lately and I’m not sure why that is but I intend to find out. Besides his mood is all off. I mean he’s still happy enough but not to the usual ‘Baekhyun extent’. Think about it, but stay quiet. I don’t want rumours spreading not until I’m sure I can confirm who it is.” He frowned at you standing up from the sofa. “Understand?” You nodded pretending to zip your lips.

“I understand.”


“This isn’t looking good for Genesis. There’s way too much product Junmyeon we can’t shut down this operation at all.” Kyungsoo frowned passing some sheets across the marble table. You were all sat in the board, everyone apart from Chanyeol who still hadn’t returned. Junmyeon grabbed the papers over, his face clouded by an expression of anger and fright.

“Fuck…” Junmyeon whispered looking at the figures on the sheets. “What do we do now? What do I tell Senior?”

“There is nothing we can do now. I mean we can try and beg the showcasing company to close down the case but you need to remember the amount of money going down the drain for that company too, they’re highly unlikely to postpone or cancel it.”

“Right well we’ll have to try.” Junmyeon stood up from his seat pushing the papers back to Kyungsoo. “Baekhyun I need you with me. Who else is coming?” He asked staring around the room waiting for people to speak up.

“I’ll go.” You raised your hand. The room went silent for a while, everyone turned to stare at you. Minseok was looking at you as though you were mad. “What?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Are you crazy?” Sehun hissed from beside you. “You’re pregnant.” His statement earned a disapproving grunt from both Minseok and Jongin, which had not gone unnoticed.

“So what if I’m pregnant. Besides if they’ll be swayed by anyone it will be a woman.” You rolled your eyes standing up with Junmyeon. Junmyeon was silent for a moment considering your argument. You noticed Minseok looking at him in the most toxic way, but he ignored it.

“In that case; Yuna babe, will you come too?” Junmyeon asked his wife who was sitting beside Jongdae. She nodded slowly, but stood up as well.

“Will they shoot at us?” She asked, her voice shaking; clearly still scarred by what had happened to her a couple of days before.

“It won’t happen babe, it shouldn’t be violent. But I’m here to protect you.” She nodded again but was smiling this time, the comfort of her husband reassuring her nothing bad would happen to her. You looked over to Minseok who still hadn’t stood up yet. You felt betrayed.

“Alright fine I’ll come too.” Sehun sighed standing up. He walked over to the cases of weapons stacked up on the side, pulling 2 guns, a grenade and 2 tazers. “Just in case.” He turned back towards you, handing you and Yuna a tazer each and sharing the rest of the weapons between the other men.
“Let’s go then.”

Baekhyun had given Junmyeon the address of the place in which you needed to go and it took you around an hour to reach. You felt slightly sick on the car journey there but did well to keep it in.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked a little bit scared that you had volunteered to help out now. You looked at Junmyeon waiting for him to speak up.

“Well. I suggest you and Yuna speak to the head and ask to postpone or cancel the Genesis showcasing, we’ll be on standby just in case but –”

“I mean could we not all just go in together, strength in numbers right?” You cut Junmyeon off, fear actually beginning to sink in. Maybe you and Yuna going alone was in hindsight not the best idea you had. Junmyeon sighed.

“Well I guess we could all go in together.” He nodded slowly, opening the car door. “Let’s go.”
You felt more confident now that it was going to be a team effort. As you entered the building, Yuna walked up to the desk requesting to see the head of showcasing departments.

“It’s urgent.” She added.

“I’m sorry Madame, but if you haven’t got a reservation I can’t send you up.” The woman behind the counter looked over Yuna’s shoulder at the rest of you. She was small and neat, bright red lipstick  painted onto her lips precisely. Junmyeon walked forward so that he was standing next to Yuna.

“Mr.Kim. Genesis.”

The lady behind the desk raised her brows, her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“Give me one second please sir.” She began typing things on her keyboard and made a phone call. “Yes sir. Genesis representatives are here to see you. Yes, urgent. Okay thank you.” She turned her attention back to Junmyeon. “You can make your way up in 5 minutes, it’s the 5th floor.” She smiled.

“Thank you.”

Five minutes later and you were making your way into a board room much like the one in the Genesis HQ. Your life constantly felt like a TV drama. You were made to sit down across a scrawny looking man who looked no older than Minseok. His facial hair was unkempt and his clothes not ironed. Hardly fitting for the company image. Another woman with dyed blonde hair walked in with cups of tea and coffee on a tray lowering it on the table in front of you. She bowed and walked off.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” The man in front of you stood, leaving you all in the huge room alone. You reached for a cup of coffee when Sehun swatted your hand away.

“No.” He hissed, you frowned at him rubbing where he hit you. “You don’t know what they’ve put in there and… you’re pregnant.”
You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t need to keep reminding me that I’m pregnant Sehun, that’s what missing periods are for thanks!” You hissed back.
You looked around the room confused.
“Hey guys, where did Baekhyun go?” You shifted your attention to Junmyeon and opened your eyes wide, but before anyone could answer the scrawny looking man from before reappeared.

“Good Afternoon. How can I help you?” He looked at the watch on his wrist and looked back up you and then Yuna. He licked his lips subconsciously which made your stomach twist.
Junmyeon cleared his throat and placed his palms flat on the table.

“Actually we’re here to ask a favour Mr…?”

“Mr. Fen.” The scrawny man said looking towards Junmyeon.

“Right. Mr. Fen. Actually we’re here from Genesis. Really we have a…situation on our hands shall we say, and so we’re here to asked you to cancel or at least postpone the showcasing event.”

“Definitely can’t cancel, but I can try postponing it for you. How long do you need?” Mr. Fen asked his eyes darting back and forth between Junmyeon and Yuna’s cleavage.

“By a month maybe?” Junmyeon but his lip anxiously, the produce was big and you would need an ample amount of time sorting through it. Mr. Fen scoffed his eyes widening in shock.

“Month!? I thought you meant a couple of hours. There’s no way I can do that for you. Listen I don’t pull the strings around this place either, the boss is out and I’m second in charge.”

“Well when will the boss man be back?” Sehun hissed, growing tired and impatient at your failed attempts. You placed a hand on his thigh, a habit that you had grown unconsciously used to as it was something you always did to calm Minseok down. You felt Sehun’s leg jolt under your touch, banging into the table. One of the cups of tea spilling over.

Yuna, Junmyeon and Mr. Fen turned to frown at Sehun.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “Nervous tick.” He shot you a side glance and you quickly averted your gaze down at the table.

“Anyway.” Mr. Fen continued. “He’s not back until next week and your showcasing is the day after tomorrow I believe. I’m sorry but there is really nothing that I can do to help this situation right now.” He looked over at the hot beverages on the table and raised an amused brow. “So nobody wants one. My secretary worked very hard making these for you.”

“No.” Sehun smiled smugly “We made sure we were well refreshed when we came. Thanks.” He stood up from his seat abruptly. “Well if you can’t help us there’s no point being here.”
Mr. Fen rolled his eyes at Sehun.

“Listen Buddy I don’t know why you’re being snappy with me. Talk to your colleagues. Only yesterday we had a call from Genesis telling us to not move the showcasing no matter what. Ordered by a bloke named Luhan I think it was.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widened.

“Luhan you say?”

“Yes. I don’t know if it was actually the person that called but it was definitely under his say so. But I’m sorry there’s nothing more we can do for you.” Junmyeon nodded his head slowly and rose from his seat.

“Well thank you for your time.”

You went straight to your room when you got home trying to avoid questions. You felt sullen, there was nothing that anyone could do about the showcasing. Genesis was going to suffer but you didn’t know how badly. All you could think about was how badly Junmyeon would be treated by Senior for all of this. You lay still and quiet listening to only the sound of your breathing when you heard the door open. You looked up to see Minseok walk in; he dropped down on the bed beside you.

“Hey, I know you’re upset I didn’t come too. I’m so sorry for that, I should’ve come I’m supposed to be keeping you safe, I just…” He paused breathing out. “This baby has been on my mind Y/N.” You turned to face him. You blinked waiting for him to continue. “I’m just so scared. I don’t know what to do. How can I be a father, how can I take care of a kid when I can’t even take care of you. I’m not good enough for you we both know it. You would have been better off with Jongin.” He shut his eyes and breathed out again.

“Don’t say that Minseok, don’t be silly I chose you for a reason.” You scowled shifting over properly to get a better view of him. “You can do it if you put your mind to it.”
He shook his head.

“What if I can’t though? What if I’m a lousy father? I lose everyone closest to me what if I lose you and the baby?”

“That’s not going to happen Minseok! Don’t think about it like that. Think about all the things that could happen, the great family we could turn out to be. It would be perfect would it not? Besides you don’t lose everyone you love. The guys are still here aren’t they? And Sehun. Me. We’re all still here.”
He nodded pulling you closer to his body and hovered his lips over yours.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He lowered his lips onto yours and kissed you passionately. You realised how much you had missed his sweet touch over the past couple of days and melted completely. He pulled away slowly sighing quietly. “I’m feeling really tired Y/N, I need to sleep.” You looked over at the clock in your room.

“Minseok it’s still midday, you only got up a few hours ago.”

“I know.” His eyes began fluttering closed slowly. “But lately I’ve just been tired. I need sleep babe.” He yawned closing his eyes completely. You smiled at him softly, he looked so peaceful when he slept and it made your heart melt. You quietly got up from the bed and walked out of the room, bouncing down the stairs you buckled and fell on the last step.

“Fuck sake would you be careful!” You felt an arm lift you up and carry you back up the stairs.
It was Sehun.
He took you into his room and placed you down on his bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Bouncing down the stairs! Don’t you know that you’re pregnant?”

You rolled your eyes this was about the last time you were prepared to hear Sehun remind you that you were pregnant again.

“I know I’m pregnant Sehun! Would you stop saying that. Goodness me! Why do you care so much anyway.” You frowned at him, he was frowning back and then you blinked. “Oh. You care. Sehun? You…you care?”

“Of course I frickin’ care it’s my best friends kid.” He rolled his eyes crossing his hands over his chest. “…Besides I get to be an uncle this way right?…I guess I’d have to learn to look after my niece… or nephew. I owe Minseok that much…” He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. You smiled up at him, Sehun actually cared. No wonder he kept talking about it, it was because he was concerned. “Stop smiling at me.” He grumbled, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “…Are- are you okay though?…” He tried to be as cold as possible but you could sense the concern in his voice.

“Yeah I’m fine Sehun. Thanks.” You smiled at him.
Suddenly he placed a hand over your stomach and began rubbing it gently. You felt a bit uncomfortable but since you didn’t know when next Sehun would be this nice to you, you let him continue.
“I’m coping.” You carried on “But it’s hard I feel a bit lost and I have no support…emotionally. It’s really really hard.” You felt a tear spring free from your eye. “Oh God. I’m sorry I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”
You noticed Sehun was staring at you intensely. He reached his hand out and wiped the tear from your eye. You gasped, it startled you to say the least.

“Minseok wouldn’t want you to cry. You need to stop. Now.” His tone was cold but he was trying his best although he wasn’t really comforting you at all, but you supposed this was his new ‘look after Minseok’s wife’ approach. But your face was still upset, a pout on your lips.

And then suddenly he kissed you.

Sehun leaned forward and placed his lips on top of yours. You were in such shock. He was so close, his face was against yours and his lips were moving against your own. You pushed him backwards and slapped him hard against the face, leaving a red mark behind.

“Sehun what the heck are you doing!” You shouted, shifting off of the bed in a hurry and walking towards the door.

“Ouch. What the fuck.” He caressed his cheek, where you had slapped him hard; he stared up at you blankly as though he didn’t know what he had just done. Like nothing even happened.

“What the fuck!” You spat, rushing out of his room and back down the stairs making sure not to trip down again. This time you bumped into Junmyeon when you got to the bottom.

“Wow what’s the rush.” He raised a brow. But you didn’t answer; instead you both turned your heads towards the front door that was opening slowly.
Baekhyun walked in looking at the both of you standing at the bottom of the steps.

Junmyeon frowned

“Oi Byun Baekhyun, where did you go?”

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Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.


A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

Just A Click Away - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by koenigreus

Prompt : Reader has to choose between her sweet online friend and her cute blind date. (not my gif)

 Warnings : nada 

 Word count : 2.7k 

 A/N : Italics = messages 

I kinda miss writing Peter Parker stuff, so i decided to post this. I might write some more, so if you want something, ask me here. If i get some i like, ill write.

Read my other shit : I Have To Keep You Safe : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

It had all started a few months back, you meeting Peter. It was by chance really, a bit of dumb luck. You had joined this dumb website your friends had told you about. It was a way for teenagers to meet other kid near them and make friends. Most people used the site inappropriately, for sexting or something crazy, but you were just bored. 

 You had talked to a few guys, a girl here and there and they were all the same. The guys usually started out with “send a pic (;” and you would automatically close the chat. A few tried to start an actual conversation, but you knew their true intentions. You were close to giving up as a whole, and spending your time elsewhere, until you met Peter. 

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