but she bought me ice cream

My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 Part 4 

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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INTP and ISFJ walking down the road on the way to the cafe to get ice cream.

INTP: Do you have money?

ISFJ: *grumbling* Some…

INTP: *turning to look at ISFJ* You don’t have money? I’ll pay.

ISFJ: What? No. I do.

INTP: Is it enough to sustain you?

ISFJ: I guess? It’s enough for a cone.

INTP: ……I’ll pay.

ISFJ: NO. I have money. I intend to use said money. I won’t let you or other people to use money on me.

INTP: I’ll never understand why you’re so uptight about letting people pay for you.

ISFJ: Well, how’d YOU feel if I said I was going to pay for you?

INTP: *thinks for a while as she realises certain exploits if her dependency was placed in another’s hands* Nope. No. Nuh-uh. I don’t like being paid for. I don’t mind paying, but being paid for is a no-no.

ISFJ: See? It’s the same!

INTP: But think about it, I have enough money to buy two and you have enough for one. Ideally, you need extra pocket for curriculum tomorrow, so I bet you’d use more money. We can shift the weight of payments to a willing participant –me– so that you have more “insurance”!

ISFJ: *thinks for a while, and stops walking* Maybe I’ll just not buy anything.


ISFJ: This is me being economical, okay?

INTP: *sighs* Fine. Let’s just head straight home then. Hold on a sec, I need to go to the toilet.

ISFJ: Okee dokey.

INTP did not go to the public toilet. INTP instead sprinted – bought two cups of ice cream – under three minutes and ran back.

ISFJ: What the hell? You lying little….

INTP: Lying? No such thing. *hands ISFJ ice cream as she begrudgingly accepts* Economical with truth? Let’s go with that.

ISFJ: I hate you.

INTP: Oh don’t be so economical with truth, ISFJ. You sound hypocritical.

—INTP continued making stupid pickup lines to ISFJ as ISFJ silently cringes while eating her vanilla ice cream in suffering.—

Imagine Lee Raising You, And Your Real Mother, Barbara, Trying To Take You Back


“Oh, sweetheart, what have you gotten yourself into?”  

Lee swooped down and picked the girl off the floor, setting her on the counter in front of her. The child was crying. Her knee was bleeding and broken glass was on the floor.

“Were you playing with the snow globes again?”

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crunchbuttsteak  asked:

What are your top 10 favorite stores and restaurants that show up in the anime?

This is a cool question! It also makes me realise how much of an impact Sailor Moon has had on me that I immediately remember a lot of single-appearance places that stayed in my memory, haha.

I’m not going to mention the Hikawa Shrine (which is technically a store?), Osa-P, Crown Arcade, or the Crown Fruits Parlour, because I feel like it goes without saying that I (and many other SM fans) adore those locations. We see them all the time, we see the girls grow up in them, they’re #iconic. You can just assume that those four top my list.

Also I guess some of these aren’t technically stores, but I figure “an attraction that you have to pay to enter” counts?

Presented without any particular order:

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Kiss Land

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. 
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times
1,752 words

Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of perks. 

In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when and how to help you when you needed. 

And the list could go on and on, but there was one little thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:

Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. 

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starters from a group chat full of wild, loud-mouthed lesbians and bi girls. (some nsfw)
  • “(they/we) can eat each other out and see who comes first. wholesome.”
  • “i haven’t been innocent since i was 8 years old and saw the word pussy while looking for dora the explorer online.”
  • “i am ready to catch the lesbian tension.”
  • “funny story: i once avoided getting arrested by flirting with the cops.”
  • “meanwhile, when she moans, it’s only because the chocolate is melting in her mouth.”
  • “that’s the way to my heart: bdsm and falling incredibly short of expectations.”
  • “pop rocks + vagina = yeast infection.”
  • “who sleeps in a ponytail you masochistic freak?”
  • “i’ll date anyone who pays attention to me.”
  • “as gays, we deserve this.”
  • “i think i’m going to actually try and sleep. there’s only so much of myself i can handle.”
  • “i’m eating vegan ice cream in my nasty woman hoodie.”
  • “i’m a slytherin; i have to dismantle his life behind the scenes.”
  • “if you’re lucky, you’ll get arrested first.”
  • “you can’t kinkshame me; i’m the kinkshaming master.”
  • “it’s either because (they/she/you) are/is too much of a hoe or too overprotective.”
  • “you are generally good for one or two things.”
  • “you eat dick for breakfast.”
  • “this straight girl keeps trying to kiss me. help.”
  • “she lives so far up my ass, she bought property.”
  • “this is why i don’t fight people. i just yell about them to my friends.”
  • “number one problem with straight people: the fact that they say you’re drawn to men who are like your father.”
  • “i didn’t go to therapy for six years to be nice!”
  • “at least none of us had terf bangs.”
  • “(they/she/he/i/you) are/is competitive in war and in bed.”
  • “i’m not sure what enticement i can offer besides unconditional love and support.”
Teen wolf pack imagines // Flinch

warnings: Mentions of abuse

The pack didn’t notice what was happening until Derek moved a little too fast one day and you flinched. Derek apologized for scaring you and you laughed it off saying you didn’t expect it is all.

Over the course of 6 months, the pack started noticing you flinch or shy away every now and then. It got progressively worse until one day, you stopped showing up to school. At first the pack weren’t really worried, thinking you were slightly sick.

It went like this for about a week and a half until they noticed no one had seen or even heard from you in the time you were away. Lydia decided, two weeks into you not showing up to school, that they needed to visit you.

“Uh, yea, one flaw in your plan Lydia, no one knows where she actually lives.” Stiles acknowledged, sighing.


Sitting down, Lydia looked dejected. Derek admittedly missed her little sarcastic sighs and quips. Everyone wanted their little blossom back. What the didn’t know was the state in which they’d get you back.

After a whole month of you not showing up to school, the pack finally saw you walk through the hallway to your locker. Everyone immediately shouted your name causing you to spin in their direction with a look of terror inked upon your face. It faded in seconds when you realized it was your friends.

“Y/N, you’re back!” Lydia pulled you into a tight hug, causing you to wince as she pulled at the stitches on your stomach and shoulder.

“Hey Lyds, yep, I’m back. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you guys where I was, I dropped my phone and it broke. I was on holiday with my dad, I completely forgot to tell you guys before I left and I felt really guilty for it.”

Shaking her head Lydia laughed, “At least you’re back now. We were really worried about you Blossom.”

“I know, I’ll make it up to you guys.”

Stiles was next to pull you into a hug, mumbling something about thinking you were kidnapped and to not disappear like that again. Laughing you kissed his cheek and apologized.

Scott rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and said he was glad you were back. Liam on the other hand pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and told you he really miss you. Just as he set you down, you felt your stitches rip.

Before anyone could say anything else, you apologized and said you were going to be late for class and really needed to go. Dashing in the direction of your class you knew there was a toilet along the way.

You had brought a spare top and a tube of super glue with you to school worried that the stitches would rip and you wouldn’t be able to fix it. Sliding into a bathroom stall you quickly got to work. It took you all of five minutes to glue it back together and re-wrap the injury.

You sighed, knowing one day you wouldn’t be able to fix something that your dad did to you. Some day he would go to far and you wouldn’t be able to walk away.

Walking out of the bathroom and towards your class you got on with the day. A little less skip in your step.

The pack realized exactly why you weren’t here for a month when your father picked you up after school one day. You tried to keep your heart rate steady around the wolves, but when your father yelled your name, you just couldn’t.

They watched as you slowly began to walk over to your tormentor, he always played loving dad in public and you knew today would be no different. As you reached him he pulled you into a hug, putting a bit too much force into it.

You got into the passenger seat and waved to your friends as you left, not realizing they finally figured it out.

Just as you left their eyesight, they all jumped into action.

“Mason you follow her as discreetly as possible. Do not make any action to compromise your task. Find out where she lives and text the address to Liam. The rest of us are going to Derek’s.” Scott’s voice spoke fast and hard, telling them not to argue. Nodding Mason bolted to his car and followed his friend.

“We can’t just leave her to suffer!” Stiles voice was loud, uncharacteristically so.

“We can’t just burst in there guns blazing! What if you read the signs wrong and she isn’t actually being abused?!” Derek’s voice was scared, he knew they needed to help you. But they needed a plan to do that.

“Scott! We need to go now, Mason heard glass smashing and Y/N screaming.. we need to help her.”Liam was quick to get the attention of the pack.

Stiles jumped out of his chair. “Everyone that’s not a wolf get into the cars now. Everyone that is. Run.”

And they did. They wolves made it to your house in roughly 10 minutes, the humans, 15 (they were speeding).

“Derek was the first one to make a move. Kicking open your door just as you dad hit you again. When you looked over towards the loud bang, your eyes widened. All your friends were there. Just as your dad went to hit you again, not hearing the noise the door made, he was tackled to the ground.

Lydia and Stiles helped you up as Mason called the police. Liam and Scott held your dd down as Derek knocked him out.

“The cops will be here soon.” Mason spoke softly, rubbing your back as you sat quietly on the couch.

“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?’ Stiles was the one to ask you. Sighing you fell to your side and curled up in a ball. Speaking softly you answered.

“I guess I just hoped one day, he would be the dad I remember again. The one that woke me up one Sundays with pancakes and ice-cream. The one that bought me a watermelon necklace for my 6th birthday. The one that smiled all the time and laughed whenever I said something silly. I just hoped he would come back to me. The dad that loved me. The dad before my sister’s death.”

Stiles picked her up and sat her head in his lap as she cried. He ran his fingers through her hair and quietly hummed a lullaby.  



I walked into the house and made a b-line to the kitchen where I knew Cyn would be. Stepping inside, I saw that she was sitting on top of the kitchen’s island reading yet another baby book.

I couldn’t help but smile at her she was taking this thing seriously.  

She looked cute wearing one of my shirts especially seeing her small baby bump poking through it. I still couldn’t believe that I had a helping hand in that. Something so good and pure was about to come from me.

Although she refused to talk to me, Cyn had been staying in the house a lot lately, reading these little maturity books and scoping out baby room ideas. She was only four months into her pregnancy but she was already doing her best to prep for the baby’s arrival.

I sighed while looking down at the bag in my hand. I prayed that this last resort of bribery would do the trick to have her stop giving me the cold shoulder.

I was tired of sharing a bed with someone who wouldn’t even look at me

“Hey baby girl, I bought you something,” I said sitting the carton next to her.

“You can take it back” she simply said without shifting her attention from the book in her hands.

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the-real-rinny-kagamine  asked:

Uh, Mac and Veronica? Just being cute an stuffs 💜💜

I love me some mcnamawyer! Have some cuteness!

Veronica watched the yellow-clad Heather take a bite out of the ice-cream the brunette bought her and smiled. The girl was adorable.

They’d been simply strolling along the streets of downtown when Heather’s eyes lit up at the sight of an ice-cream shop, and begged Veronica to let them go in and get some. The brunette found it impossible to say no to the bright eyes and wide smile of Heather McNamara.

When the blonde pulled the ice-cream she had bit into away, Veronica stifled a giggle and had to stop walking. Heather cocked her head in confusion as she saw Veronica laughing and also halted her step.

“What is it? What’d I do?” Heather said with her ever-so-bubbly voice.

“I-it’s nothing, you’ve just got a bit of- ah let me get it,” Veronica stumbled out in between deep laughs.

The brunette reached her hand down to Heather’s lips and gently thumbed away a trail of butterscotch ice-cream that had made its mark on the blondes face. Veronica blushed gently as she took her thumb away and awkwardly wiped it off on her leg.

Heather simply stared at Veronica with bright eyes and a tiny smile as she took a step closer to the brunette.

“You know I think you’ve got some on your lip too,” Heather said as she leaned forward and gently kissed the brunette.

Veronica was wide eyed before she gently kissed the other girl back, enjoying the sweet taste of butterscotch on the blonde’s lips, before they pulled away.

“Got it.” Heather said with a smile.

Veronica sent back a goofy smile, not even caring to mention the fact that she hadn’t even gotten herself an ice-cream.

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“You Are My Better Half...”

Requested by an anon. I deadass had an emotional break down because while I was writing this, I’m Young came on. I cried about seven times. 

Originally posted by hambur-gerry

He was ready for marriage after seven long and loving years. He was ready to marry you in front of the world. He always loved to think of marriage but he was afraid of rejection. It was his biggest fear. 

Could you just imagine someone you have loved for a long time said no to your heartfelt propose? Wouldn’t that just be the saddest thing you ever seen? Just imagine on the side of the person purposing. They are the ones who are hurt the most.

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I don't know!!

Honestly thank @evananactualacornhansen and @definitely-not-a-cinnamonroll for this fic cause they helped with ideas, proofreading, headcannons, names… just go follow them ok!?

Also I live for reblogs and tags jsyk :)))

Jared walked down to the lower campus soon after the final bell rang. Squinting in the bright sunlight- despite the cloudy sky- he searched the throngs of first graders in search of Evan’s brother. Finally seeing the purple kitten backpack and head of reddish-brown curls bobbing towards the library he ran to catch up.
“Hey!” Jared smiled distractedly in the kid’s direction as he sat down next to him near a water fountain. “Have you seen your brother recently? There’s something I’d like to tell him.”
“Don’call’m’my brother,” the boy mubled quietly, eyes breifly flicking up to Jared before continuing focus on his brightly colored wristbands.
“What do ya mean he’s not your brother?” Jared asked, incredulous. “I know you have different moms, but jeez-”
“Don’t say he either!” he spoke up louder now, his golden-green eyes trained on a spot just above Jared’s nose. “‘s not a he.”
Jared suddenly looked down at the boy again, taken aback. “Sh-… should I say she?”
“Well I don’t know!” came the exasperated reply.
“Look…” Jared ventured, choosing his words carefully. He knew that his language was incorrect, but was trying to find a way to ask his question that a little kid would understand. “Is Evan a boy, a girl, or neither?”
The boy rolled his eyes and huffed.
“When do you mean? Yesterday they bought me an ice cream and they were a girl, but they were a boy when they dropped me off for school today. Last week they were neither and they were really sad about it, cause they didn’t like how they looked. But I haven’t seen ‘m all day, so I don’t know right now!” In an undertone, he added, “All day is like, forever.”
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Evan questioned, walking over to the two boys and ruffling their brother’s hair. Turning to him and kneeling, they smiled. “How was school, Caden? Was today a good day?”
The smaller boy scuffed his foot and looked back at the ground, saying, “Jared thinks you’re a boy.”
Evan looked mildly startled, before a crimson blush began to spread over their cheeks.
“Oh! Well, Cay, I’m not right now, but I am sometimes.”
Caden beamed up at them, whispering in a confidential tone, “That’s what I was trying to tell him. I don’t think he gets it.”
Evan blushed even redder and glanced up at Jared.
“I was meaning to tell you today…” they mumbled, bouncing on their heels a bit as they slowly looked up to meet Jared’s eyes.
“Hey,” Jared said warmly, placing a gentle hand on Evan’s shoulder to steady them, “We can talk once we get Caden home. Ok?”
Evan nodded, taking a deep breath and smiling.
“Oh! But I did promise Caden we could go to the toy store… He saved up pocket money for a new stuffed toy he wanted…”
“Oh! Yeah! Of course,” Jared grinned at Evan, trying to focus on something other than their night-sky freckles.
“Ok!” Evan said, looking relieved. “Let’s go, Caden!”
Caden’s auburn curls bounced in front of Jared and Evan as he ran towards the gate, not a care in the world.
“Yeah. So. I’m genderfluid. That’s…a thing,” Evan stuttered haltingly, keeping his eyes trained on the back of Caden’s head.
“And I still lo- you’re still my friend,” Jared responded, catching Evan’s hand in his own. When they didn’t withdraw, Jared carried on, “And I also wanted to talk to you about something…”
Fingering the tiny pride flag in his pocket and walking hand in hand with Evan behind a bouncing six-year-old was the best way Jared could have expected to come out. It wasn’t even as scary as he thought it would be.

Good Girl Ch 41: Her King

Jiyong’s POV

“Sir,” A woman calls.

I snap out of my dazed thoughts and look to the small, obviously nervous woman holding out a phone to me. “What?” The meeting I’m in is called to a hault as everyone turns to look at me as the head of the long table. Seungri is at the other end in front of the teleprompter looking very annoyed that his presentation is being interrupted.

“It’s your building, you guest has arrived early,” She repeats to me what I’m guessing she was told over the phone.

My heart stops, “My guest?”

She nods hesitantly, “They told me it was of utmost important that you were notified.”

“Yes, you can go,” I take the phone from her hand and shoo her out.

“Hyungnim?” Seungri calls, no longer annoyed more concerned. He heard, they all heard but him and Daesung are the only ones that understand what is going on. Jooyoung is at my apartment. Yes, I’m excited that for whatever reason she chose my home to go to but at the same time I worried as to why. Is she hurt? Did they do something to her? Should I go to her?

“Yes?” I say into the phone when I remember someone is on the line.

“Hello Sir, you told us to let you know if that girl ever came here. She came in a few seconds ago and went straight to the elevator.”

“Did she seem upset? Was anyone with her? Did she look hurt at all?”

“She looked like she had been crying and there was a man with her outside the building. They looked close, he had his arm around her. I don’t think she was physically hurt, but do you want me to go check?”

I sigh, “No, I’ll be there soon, just make sure to stop the elevator at my floor so she can’t leave before I talk to her.”

“Understood sir.”

I hang up the phone and hold it tightly in my hand. Why was she crying? Who the fuck was with her? Could it face been one of her friends? I doubt her daddies would take her to me crying.

“Hyungnim,” Daesung asks this time, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, Seungri continue, I need to get out of here within the hour.”

He nods before continuing on with his speech but I’m not one bit focused on the words coming out of his mouth. My curiosity is eating me so I pull my Ipad into my lap and open my security app. Dozens of little squares pop up displaying live footage of my apartment building and my whole office. I scroll threw until I find one of a girl standing alone in a elevator. In nothing but her school uniform I begin to be concerned that she walked there in that. She must have been freezing.

I watch her nervously bounce on her toes, the door opens and she peeks out into my apartment. A frown forms on my face when she shrinks back in and begins frantically pressing every button to go down. Thankfully the woman at the desk had turned it off so my little love won’t be able to go anywhere until I get back. She tries for a few more seconds before giving up and looking up at the camera in the corner of the elevator. With a sigh she shuffles into the living room. My dogs come running at the sound of someone coming in and gleefully tackle her to the ground. I can imagine the sweet sound of her giggling, I can’t help but smile. I switch to a different camera, this one in the corner of my living room on the wall of windows facing the whole apartment.

Once she is able to get the pups to calm down she gets back on her feet and looks around nervously. I wish she wouldn’t look so uncomfortable. I know she’s only been there once but her awkwardness upsets me. She should feel at home there, I want her to feel at home there, like she can come and go as much as she wants without worry. That she could choose to stay without worry. I imagine her there all the time, wandering around the apartment in nothing but one of my t-shirts making me breakfast or letting me make it for her. I imagine her curled up next to me in bed, or her welcoming me home from a long day at work, or her moaning under me while I make love to her all night.

Hold on, she just showed up to my place crying, a good fuck isn’t what she really needs right now. She leaves her bag on one of the couches before shuffling towards the kitchen. But after only briefly peeking in she slips back into the living room and curls up on the couch. Is she hungry? It’s lunchtime; she must have not had lunch if she’s getting there now. There isn’t much in the fridge, I was planning on going shopping after work before I got her so even if she did look, she wouldn’t have much to work with. I watch for a few more minutes before she gets up and wanders down the hall. Switching cameras I see her stop in front of her bedroom door before briefly glancing at mine. Please go to mine. I don’t know why but the idea of her finding comfort in curling up in my bed gives me such pleasure.

With a deep breath she slowly makes her way down the hall and to my door. She opens the door and slips inside, forcing me to switch to the camera in my bedroom. Her back is pressed against the door as she reconsiders her decision to go inside. She slides across the floor in her thigh socks to my bed where she pokes at the covers cutely. Again she takes a deep breath and jumps onto the neatly made bed. It only takes a few seconds for her to slip under the covers and burry herself in the pillows. I can’t help but smile. She’s in my apartment, in my bed, and she choose to do it. There is a burning sensation going threw my chest that I can only identify as pride. I’ve got her.

“I’m leaving early,” I jump to my feet and announce to the room. The room goes quiet once again as I pack my things into my suit case ignoring all the curious stares or glares from the older men around me. “I’ll see you gentlemen at the next meeting, sorry for interrupting Seungri but something came up.”

He is dumbstruck for a moment at the sound of my apology; I don’t apologize. But right now, I’m over the moon and a bit heart broken and in a hurry so anything coming out of my mouth is invalid. “Hope everything is okay, we’ll stop by later.”

“Whatever,” I grab my jacket hanging over the chair and rush out the door. Whipping my phone out I begin dialing Hanbin’s number.

He answers of the second ring like normal, “Yes Hyung? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong I just need you to run an errand for me. Stop by that Chinese restaurant down the block from my apartment and meet me in the lobby.”

The boy sighs, “You’re calling me to get you lunch?”

“Order two of my usual.”

He silent for a minute, “Two?”

“Two,” I echo.

“I’ll be there in a few, do you just want me to bring it up?”

“No, she seems upset, I don’t want you to scare her.”


We hang up and I continue basically running threw my building to get to the elevator. The chatty crowd surrounding the elevator door automatically goes silent at the sight of me and part like the red sea to let me to the front, where I get on the elevator alone. They all seem to sense the strange aura coming off me, a mixer of excitement, anger, and worry, two emotions they don’t usually see. After getting to the parking garage and getting into my car the drive home is a fucking nightmare. I should have just ran, it would have been quicker at this point.

Hanbin is waiting in the lobby for me, two bags of food in his hands making me give him a questioning look, “That seems like more than I asked for.”

“Daesung hyung called me and said she was upset so I figured that I should grab a couple extra things for a crying girl,” He shoves the two bags into my hands. “Chocolate, ice cream, and some other sweets.”

“Thank you. Could you do me one more favor?”

The younger nods.

“There was a man who came here with her, could try to figure out who it was?”

Again he nods before pulling out his phone to call for help. I leave him to his new task to focus on the girl in my apartment. In 5 minutes I’m standing at my own bedroom door, hesitant to go in. My heart is beating frantically in my chest as I begin to think about all this could mean. Is she mine now? That one question is enough to make me push the door open slightly and slip in like she did earlier. Slowly, I walk forward and peek down at the little girl in my bed curled into a tight ball around one of my pillows. She looks so small and vulnerable with her tear stained cheeks and a small pout on her lips. I can’t help myself, I stroke her cheek softly, thinking it’s probably better than me kissing her which is all I really want to do.

Her kitten like eyes look up at me, they are red from all the crying. My heart breaks at that, “Hey Beautiful.”


“Are you hungry?” I hold up the bags of food in my hand.

She smiles, “Starving.”

“Do you want to eat in bed or in the kitchen?”

“Can we eat here? I really don’t want to get up.”

I nod happily before kicking off my shoes and climbing in bed with her. After handing her a container of food and the box of ice cream Hanbin bought I decide I should probably as her something. “What happened?”

She sighs as she nibbles on her chicken, “We had a fight.”

“A fight?”

“We fought this morning and I thought we would deal with it when we got home but I guess that wasn’t the plan. Detective Lee took me from school and-“

I cut her off at the mention of that bastard, “He did fucking what?”

“He had me kidnapped from school.”

“I’m going to kill that bastard!”

“I thought that my daddies would feel the same but I was wrong.”

I can’t help but frown, “What do you mean?”

“Lee called Suho and Suho told him to keep me. That it would save him the trouble of getting rid of me himself. I’ll spare you the meaner things he said but he just didn’t care. He thinks their household will be a lot quieter without me. After they hung up I stormed out of Lee’s office crying and ran into a friend. He walked me to your building.”

I hum, “Friend?”

“Yea he caught me while I was running and gave me a warm hug.”

“What’s his name?”

She smiles to herself, “Guard dog, but I need to think of something more creative. What’s a common dog name? Spike maybe? I know that’s English but it’s easy enough to say.”

“What is his real name?” Curiosity is killing me, I’m really trying to be patient but I’m failing.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

She nods, “I just met him today.”

“You met him today?” I blanch.

“Oppa stop mimicking me. Yes I met him today. He knew who I was because of my ring, he said he works for you. Or at least he sort of does.”

“What do you mean by sort of?”

She sighs, “He said he was a consultant, killers for hire. Now please do not worry, I don’t want you to worry. I got here safe.”

It takes all of my strength not to freak out. I take long deep breathes and take a few bites of my food before responding, “I’m happy you got here safe. I just wished you had called me before you left. It’s cold out, you could have gotten sick.”

“I didn’t want you to say that you didn’t want me too,” My heart breaks at her words. “I had just been told by someone I love that they don’t want me anymore, that I’m nothing but trouble, that the only reason they did anything for me was out of pity. I couldn’t handle hearing it from someone else I love. I figured that I’d have a better chance of you not kicking me out if I was already here.”

I tried to pay attention as she continued to talk but my mind is stuck on those four words, someone else I love. I know she’s already said it to me but it’s still so new to hear it from her. Guilt settles in my stomach a moment later when I focus back on her words and realize that she’s crying. Shaking off my own thoughts I put both of our food on the nightstand before pulling her into a warm hug. She clings to me and cries quietly into my chest pouring out her heart in tears.

“It’s okay my love, I got you. I’ve always got you,” I whisper to her. She falls asleep within twenty minutes, her cries become soft little whimpers. It takes all of my strength to tear myself away from her and put all of food away so it doesn’t melt or stink up the place. I quickly return to my room and change into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Glancing at her I realize she is still in her school uniform, “I should probably wake her up.”

After debating on what I should have her change into, something I bought for her or something right out of my closet I grimace when I settle on one of the shirts she left behind. Its Luhan’s. I know that it would either comfort her or make her cry even more but I’m going with the first. She thinks she’s mad at them but she could never really be mad at them like I can never be mad at her. As much as I hate them, they bring her comfort and I just have to accept that. Speaking of them, something isn’t right with this whole thing. I know how they feel about her and that wouldn’t just change in a day. Even if they didn’t want her they wouldn’t just let Lee have her, that bastard wants nothing more than to bring us all down. Suho even said that they would give her to me before they did anything crazy with her like kill her or sell her off.

This just doesn’t make sense. I need to figure this out. I quickly wake her up and tell her to change into the shirt I offered her, Luhan’s shirt but I think she’s too sleepy to notice. I promise to be right back before slipping out into the living room where I left my phone. Two missed calls, six messages, and a voicemail, I’m a popular man. I ignore all of is for now and call that bastard.

He answers on the third ring, “She must have told you.”

“And you must know I’m not stupid enough to believe that Suho would say stuff like that,” I growl into the phone.

He laughs, “I know, I know. That girl was just too easy to trick. I almost felt bad for how heart broken she looked.”

“What did you do?”

“I told them that their girl’s little friend was caught shoplifting and wanted Suho to help her out. It worked out perfectly since her little friend ran out after her and followed my officers to the station. After a little message sent out saying Jooyoung was with you and they figured Jihyo was with me those boys had nothing worry about.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, “I give you an A for the idea of it all. What was your whole plan with all of this though? Break a teenage girl’s heart?”

“No, I was hoping she would have a full break down with her parents there and she’d give them up and go home with her family but they are a nasty group.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t know? I thought you two were close,” He mocks. “Her parents aren’t the warmest people. You have no idea how much it took for me to get them here even after telling them their daughter was in danger. No wonder she doesn’t want to turn you guys in, I wouldn’t want to go back to those people either.”

“You’re sick you know that?”

“I’m the good guy, remember? You are the mob boss with who knows how much blood on your hands. Don’t call me a monster for playing a few dirty punches.”

I hang up the phone. I stare at it in my hand for a few seconds before chucking it on to the marble with all my might, making the case break apart and the screen shatter. I had her. I almost fucking had her. Why did I question it beyond that? She’s in there crying that they don’t love her when they just think she let school a little early to come over. They don’t know what’s going on at all, they are fully expecting her back at midnight. I should tell her. But I really don’t want to fucking tell her, I want to keep her all to myself.

oooooooo so dramatic! Some of you turned on Suho so quickly! I was shocked! 

One Blake, Never Both | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: hi excuse any errors in the English text is not my first language.you could write a sequel to sleepover where (Y/N) has to decide whether she will continue to be a friend of octavia or start dating bellamy.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia, Murphy. Lincoln is mentioned.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2127 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

Since the sleepover at Octavia’s house, things had changed a lot for (Y/N). Yet she still remembered O’s surprised face when she told her that she and her brother might be headed toward having a serious relationship. She remembered how Octavia smiled and gave her friend a big hug.

“He needed to settle down.” Octavia said cheerfully. “And I’m glad that it’s with you.”

Octavia had always been a very understanding person. She loved her brother. She loved (Y/N). Now she could have both at the same time, maybe they could have double dates with her and Lincoln, and, who knows, (Y/N) might be a Blake soon. The thought made O excited. And things even came to run like that for a while. (Y/N) never knew exactly when the situation began to reverse.

Some time later, Bellamy had called her to the long-awaited date. Octavia even seemed to be more excited than (Y/N) was, helping her get ready for the special night. It wouldn’t be a big deal, just a walk in the mall and  maybe a stop at the cinema, which Octavia classified as an indirect way for the two to make out.

(Y/N) just had started to feel  nervous when she saw Bellamy waiting for her in front of her house. So handsome, how had she not noticed it before? The girl could still remember the hysterical messages that Octavia sent to her every five minutes to ask how the date was going. She remembered how the idea of being seen in a public place with Bellamy for the first time made her nervous and excited. Or how she felt her heart beat faster as the boy took her hand in his as they walked around the mall. He turned out to be more of a gentleman than she imagined he would be. Maybe he really was a teddy bear inside. The thought had made her smile.

“Why are you smiling this time?” he asked, trying to hold the smile that grew on his lips.

“You’re cute.” she said, laughing nervously.

“Don’t worry.” he leaned closer to her, making her shoulder bump into his arms. “You’re pretty cute too.”

Bellamy seemed to like to keep physical contact, because throughout the walk he took every opportunity he had to touch her. Though he hadn’t actually kissed her once. Sometimes he seemed to be about to do it, but soon he changed his posture and continued as if nothing had happened, which left her a little disappointed.

In the end, he had taken her to the movies. She wanted to crazily watch the new animation that had come out, but felt that maybe it wasn’t one of the best movies for a date, so let the boy choose. Big mistake. He had chosen the worst movie there was to be watched there. Even the salesman seemed surprised to see someone wanting to watch it.

An obvious scowl was on her face as they entered the room, and remained there as the movie began. Bellamy didn’t intend to kiss her and chose the worst movie that existed to be seen. And she wasn’t even exaggerating, the room was practically empty, meaning everyone knew that movie was crap. She didn’t deserve it.

“You don’t really think we’re going to watch this, right?” Bellamy’s voice pulled her out of her thought. He looked at her intensely, with a smirk on his face. Oh boy.

“I thought you’d make me watch it.” she smiled, checking the surroundings of the room. “I thought you weren’t going to take any initiative today.”

Bellamy laughed softly, leaning to her face slowly. “If you were so crazy for me to kiss you, you could have done it.”

“I don’t know when is the right time for this.” she muttered disgruntledly, leaning to him too.

“Any time, babe.” he said within inches of her face. “I’m all yours today.”

(Y/N) remembered his lips colliding with hers, while one of Bellamy’s hands had followed the way to her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. She remembered Bellamy’s tongue curling up with hers and how she tasted the ice cream the boy had bought just minutes earlier. The movie session turned out to be a heated make out session, as Octavia predicted it would be.

When she got home, she didn’t receive any messages from her friend, but she was bombarded with questions when they saw each other again. O wanted details. Many details. And of course, that’s what (Y/N) gave her. Octavia seemed so happy, and of course, when Bellamy and (Y/N) started dating officially, O was about to explode with shouting and animation. She said it was kind of a big deal that her brother finally was in a relationship. And that made her excited. A lot.

For many times Bellamy and (Y/N) went out with Lincoln and Octavia, which turned out to be a very good thing since it helped the two boys to bond with each other. (Y/N) also began to be treated more gently at school, people she had never spoken to said “Hi” to her every day, but she didn’t care much about popularity. Or tried not to, since she had to admit that it was good to be known. Everything was going very well for her.

Practically every day she would leave with Bellamy to go somewhere, where they would spend a few hours together. He was great and every minute with him only made her more enchanted by him. In the end, he wasn’t the ordinary popular hot guy, he neither seemed to appreciate as much of his popularity as she thought he would, he even seemed to bother him from time to time.

When they wouldn’t going to hang out somewhere then they’d be together at his house, just talking, watching TV, or making out on the couch. And that’s where the problem started, although (Y/N) only realized that there was a problem a little too late.

Bellamy had just left her at home. A smile was on her face just like every time she came back from some date with him and she felt her body lighter. (Y/N) threw herself on the bed and just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Until her cell vibrated.

Octavia: We need to talk.”

(Y/N) felt a shiver run through her body. She hated this phrase more than anything, nothing good came from it.

(Y/N): Say it.

Octavia: Not here.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Octavia would make her wait until the next day? Seriously? She took a deep breath and nodded, trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong, Octavia probably wanted to talk about something silly. Wrong. The next morning, when she arrived at school, her friend’s face was in a scowl, she was visibly unhappy, which made (Y/N) worried.

"’Tavia? What’s wrong?” she asked as she reached the Blake girl, who pulled her into one of the rooms.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” she rolled her eyes. “You and Bellamy. That’s what is wrong.”

(Y/N) frowned, not understanding what was upsetting her friend.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Octavia said sarcastically. “I thought we were true friends.”

“We are.”

“We were. Until you start to date Bellamy. Now all you care about is him.”

(Y/N) laughed mockingly, hoping it was just one of Octavia’s momentaries emotional attacks, but the girl continued with a serious face.

“It isn’t true.” she said, shaking her head.

“Oh really?” Octavia’s eyes sparkled with anger. "When was the last time you came to my house to see me? When was the last time you came looking for anything but my brother?”

(Y/N) tried to argue, her mouth opened several times, but no word left. Octavia had a victorious expression, which was soon replaced by an angry one.

“I’m done being everyone’s second choice because of my brother. You have to choose.”

The last sentence made (Y/N) freeze in place. Octavia couldn’t be asking her that.

“What?” (Y/N) asked slowly.

“You heard me. Or you stay with me or with Bellamy.” (Y/N) was about to protest. “You can’t have both.”

(Y/N) froze in place, not knowing what to do or what to speak. From the girl’s lack of action, Octavia seemed to soften, but soon she take her arm and drag her somewhere else. (Y/N) let herself be taken, thinking that perhaps the lack of words had made Octavia change her mind. Wrong. When she realized, she was at the corner of a hallway that had become familiar to her during the last few weeks, it was the hallway where Bellamy’s locker was, and he was there now, leaning against his locker and talking to his friends. (Y/N) turned desperately to Octavia, who was staring coldly at her.

"The decision is yours.” she said, folding her arms.

(Y/N) sighed, thinking through both options. Bellamy made her happy. The last few weeks with him had been the best she’d ever had. He liked her and she liked him. He made her feel good, safe, loved. But before that she had Octavia. The Octavia that spoke to her on her first day in that school. The same girl who had been with her even if she had many other better options. The girl who made her laugh and who she knew she could always count on. Her best friend. She would always come first.

(Y/N) took a deep breath before starting to march toward Bellamy. His eyes sparkled as he saw her there, opening his arms slightly and taking her in for a hug, making one of his friends, Murphy, let out a mocking “aw.” (Y/N) laughed nervously and Bellamy noticed that.

“Are you ok? You look tense.” he let a small smile appear on his face before leaning slightly into her ear and whispering in a mischievous voice. “If you come home after class I can help you with that.”

Guilt bubbled inside her, but she took advantage of the boy’s inconvenient phrase to do what needed to be done. Her hand weighed as it came into contact with his cheek, slapping it, making Bellamy and his friends look shocked.

“We’re done.” it was all she could say as she tried to hold herself so she wouldn’t cry, but anyway her voice was choked with tears.

(Y/N) couldn’t stand the hurt that appeared on his face at her words. But as soon as she started walking toward Octavia, Bellamy held her.

“Is it because of what I said to you?“ he asked confused. "Look, I’m sorry. You know I always say things like that and you never seem to be bothered by it.”

“Leave me alone.” she said, some tears running down her face. “Just let me go.”

“Come on, (Y/N).” he approached her, still holding her arm. “I’ll not let you end what we have without a reason.”

“Maybe it’s because…” she knew Bellamy wouldn’t let her go without her giving him what he wanted, so she closed her eyes. “I don’t know. Did you ever stop to think about the pressure I have for being your girlfriend? All the girls out there fighting over your attention and hating me for being with you? Well, guess what, you’re not even a good boyfriend.”

The words hurt as much in (Y/N) as in Bellamy, who released her, though he still tried to stay close to her. He nodded and his face twitched in sadness.

“I can get better.” he whispered so that only she heard. “I’m in love with you.”

(Y/N) took one last look at Octavia, who, despite seeming to be sad about the situation, seemed not to regret being the cause of it. O gave an encouraging smile to her best friend. Octavia in the first place.

“I’m not.” she lied, turning her back and walking toward the Blake girl, not having the guts to look back. Without the courage to see the sadness or disappointment of Bellamy.

(Y/N) didn’t stop walking until she got away from his sight. She could feel she would burst into tears at any moment. And then she felt Octavia’s delicate hand pulling her into a hug, where she collapsed.

“I’m sorry.” Octavia murmured. "But you couldn’t deal with both of us at the same time.”

(Y/N) nodded, buried her head in her friend’s shoulder, who hugged her harder. She quickly remembered everything that had happened in the past few weeks, making her sob intensely.

"I’ll be here no matter what.” Octavia whispered against (Y/N)’s hair, stroking it. "Do you want to skip class and eat some ice cream?”

(Y/N) let a chuckle escape, a smile remaining through the tears. God bless Octavia Blake.

22 - Van’s POV

Request: Van appreciating the reader’s curves and he can’t keep his hands or eyes off of her no matter where they go

I hope this is okay anon, let me know what you think xx


“Van! Come in here I need some advice!” Y/n called from the bedroom. I put my guitar down and groaned as I stood up from the couch. I must be getting old. 

Y/n and I were going on our first proper date night since I’d gotten home. I was beyond buzzing. I couldn’t wait to take her out and show her a good time…not to mention show her off. We didn’t do the fancy date thing often, but when we did, we were gonna do it right. I’d booked us a table at a classy restaurant but beforehand I was gonna take her to a bar up the road and get a few drinks. I’d even put on my best white button up and black jacket. 

As I walked into the room, y/n was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. She turned around when she heard me and I swear to god my jaw nearly fell off. She was wearing a new dress, it clung to her curves in all the right ways but was still proper lady like. She looked absolutely stunning.

My wide eyes and open jaw quickly turned into a massive grin and I threw my arms up into the air.

“She’s the queen of all I’ve seen!” I sang the words to my favourite Oasis song loudly and y/n giggled. I walked over to her and put one hand on her shoulder, looking her up and down in awe.

“Babe you look fucking incredible. Like you always do. But Christ, this is somethin’ else,” I told her honestly. I was totally blown away. She’d really gone all out for date night. 

“I don’t look fat in this?” She asked nervously, turning back to the mirror and pulling at the tight fabric.

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“I feel like it’s too tight. I don’t really have the body for this kind of thing,” she sighed. 

“Y/n. You look amazing, beautiful, sexy. All of it. I’m not just sayin’ that. Wear what you feel comfortable in but just know it’s taking all my energy to not just rip the damn thing off you,” I said in her ear, hugging her from behind as she faced the mirror.

“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Yeah, babe. And the fuck you mean you don’t have the body for it? Any body is the right body,” I kissed her cheek gently as to not mess up her makeup. 

“I love you Van,” she said, turning and kissing my lips. 

“I love you too, y/n,” I kissed her back and ran my hands along her sides. She was driving my crazy even just like this.


Y/n was stood at the bar ordering drinks for us and I was sat at the table keeping it saved. I stared at her like mad. Couldn’t take my eyes off her. I noticed a few other guys check her out and I didn’t blame them. She was fucking beautiful. I felt like some star struck kid seeing their celebrity crush on tv. I stared at her more, licking my lips as she walked back over to me with our drinks in hand. My eyes lingered on her face and how her eyes glistened. Then on her hips and their gentle curve outwards and back in. 

“I can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” I told her in sheer wonder.

“Now you know how I feel about you,” y/n smiled, tapping my nose with her finger sweetly. I grinned. 

I brushed my legs against hers under the table and held her free hand above it. I was just desperate to feel her touch. 

“That dress was a damn good idea y/n,” I licked my lips again and smiled.

“Clearly you’re just with me for my looks. I can’t shut you up about it can I?” She teased.

“Hey babe, no way. You’re dead smart and funny too. You’re loving and kind and I just love you to bits, you know? But I won’t deny you’re really fucking attractive,” I gushed, using my hands to talk.

“And no, you can’t get me to shut up about it and I don’t want to.”

Y/n smiled shyly and looked down at our entwined hands. I loved how even after all this time, I could still make her insides turn to jelly like that. Everyone else in the room seemed to fade away and all that was left was the two of us at this small table, my skin on hers and hers on mine.

“What do you say we go get dinner now so I can wine and dine you then get you home?” I asked cheekily.

“And what would you do with me then?” She responded, tilting her head to one side and batting her eyelashes. She knew exactly what I’d do.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,“ I winked.

“You’re such a flirt, Van McCann,” she said lovingly, stroking her thumb over the top of my hand.

“Would you have it any other way?” I asked, smiling like a kid on Christmas.



"Fuck me, that is good!” I exclaimed, sitting back in my chair with my hands on my stomach.

“You can say that again,” y/n agreed, spooning the last bit of her main meal into her mouth. She licked her lips in satisfaction and moved her hair off her face. 

I finished the last bit of wine in my glass and pulled my jacket across my stomach to hide the food baby. I was buzzing off the all the drinks, not drunk though. I could tell y/n was the same. We both glanced around the room. It was beautiful; fancy chandeliers and all that. I really didn’t fit in. There were business men with pocket watches and their fancy wives and kids who’d never known what it meant to struggle.

“Wanna get out of here?” I asked, staring right into her eyes.

“But we haven’t had dessert?” She pouted.

“I’ll buy ya ice cream on the way home or summat?” I offered and she perked up straight away. 

I paid the bill and took y/n’s hand, leading her out of the restaurant. We walked down the city street laughing and singing, occasionally stopping to kiss in a manner that was probably way too much PDA. I snaked my arm around her waist and rubbed circles on her skin. 

“What flavour will you get?” She asked.

“Of what?”

“Ice cream, idiot,” she teased. I’d totally forgotten; I was way too focused on her. 

“None for me, you’re all I need,” I responded.

“Hey, twirl for me,” I said, holding one of her hands and putting some space between us.

Y/n twirled and danced around in front of me and I watched her with lovesick eyes. 

“Don’t you ever forget that I think you’re a fuckin’ goddess, yeah?” I said seriously. She just nodded and laughed, falling into me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. 

Once we’d finally found the ice cream place, I bought y/n a scoop of her favourite flavour and watched happily as she ate it fast, enjoying it. We sat outside on a small rickety table in the street.

“Here, try some,” she said softly, scooping some onto the spoon for me. 

“Almost as sweet as you babe!” I said, licking the spoon clean. Y/n just rolled her eyes. I knew that was a good sign.

She stood up and went to put the cup in the bin. Once again my eyes lingered on her frame and I felt restless. It was starting to get cold and y/n was shivering from the ice cream. I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. I pulled her into me for a hug and she rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but slip my hands under the jacket and run them up and down her body where no one else could see. 

“Cheeky,” she giggled into my neck.

“Can we go home now?” I asked; I was getting desperate. 

“Well aren’t you needy tonight?” She laughed.

I pulled away from her and shrugged.

“Let’s go,” she took my hand and led me up the street.

I squeezed her hand and she squeezed mine back.

“That dress I’m tellin’ ya,” I winked. 

Y/n rolled her eyes at me again and I swear she was doing it just to make me go crazy. 

“And to think, I thought I was too curvy. But here you are crazy about it,” she sighed happily.

“I’m more than crazy about it, love. And don’t forget, there’s more to this package than just the curves. I get all of it, inside and out, and I couldn’t be luckier.”

“I know you love me in this dress, I hope you still feel the same when I take it off,” she pouted.

“Love, a piece of art doesn’t just stop being a masterpiece because you turn the lights off. You’re no different.”

As y/n and I walked home, we each listed all the things we loved about each other, starting with the physical stuff and ending with things like ‘I love the way you put your dirtiest underwear from tour in a plastic bag so I don’t have to touch them when I help you unpack’. When we got home, we fell through the door and I finally got to rip the damn dress off her perfect body and run my hands over it as freely as I liked.

Day Thirty-Five

-An old woman attempted to give me $0.58 on a gift card. A teenage girl, $0.02. I do not know what inspired this sort of generosity to me today, but I hope it happens again on a slightly larger scale.

-I witnessed a small girl of four years of age learn what pockets are, learn that she had them, and learned that she could use them to hold stickers. Her life will be forever changed.

-My task for the day was to give register eight a deep clean. For those in the loop on my Q&A, this will register as a red flag, as this was where my mystery cache of stickers was found. We will see in the near future whether the emergency sticker rations were finite or not.

-A woman told me to have a good day. Her daughter responded before I could, “thanks, you too.” I do not know where the toddler in the stroller is off to now, but I wish her the best.

-Upon being asked if he had been able to find everything alright, a man told me that he had indeed been successful, even in finding his glasses after they fell off of his face. This man accomplished in one shopping trip what Velma Dinkley could not in forty-seven years.

-A young woman bought three boxes of beer. I asked for an ID. She told me, “You don’t need an ID,” followed by, “Oh. You do.” I respect this first attempt at a Jedi mind trick, but she has a long way to go.

-A woman came through my lane, accompanied by a young girl. She returned ten minutes later, once again accompanied by a young girl. However, these were two entirely different young girls. I do not know where the second was hiding during the first trip. I do not know where the first was put during the second trip. I sense clandestine operations amongst us.

-As a grandmother was finishing a phone call with her daughter, her granddaughter became distraught, shouting that the last thing she said had been a secret and she should not have shared it. The grandmother quickly yelled, “You didn’t hear that, that was a secret, goodbye,” and immediately hung up. This reassured the child instantly and the crisis was swiftly averted.

-A small girl was thrilled to receive a large strip of stickers. She gleefully informed me that she was going to share them with all of her classmates at school the next day. I envy her for the amount of friends she is going to be swimming in now.

-I said to a three year-old girl, “Hi!” A three year-old girl said to me, “Pee-pee!” I have finally found someone who I can understand.

-A small girl had broken her arm earlier in the day, and her mother bought her a large toy ice cream truck to make her feel better. The girl told me that this is what you get for breaking an arm. This ominous quote, tied with her serious gaze, worries me about what precedent this will set for when she turns sixteen and wants a car.

Told You So - NCT Mark Lee

[ Y/N’s P.O.V. ]

“Thanks a lot for the false hope. I really appreciate it,” I sarcastically said to Jaemin as the two of us watched Mark and Yeri happily talking together.

Jaemin has been bugging to me about how much Mark likes me and all, which I didn’t really believe in the beginning. But as time passed, all the points that Jaemin mentioned was becoming more noticeable and it kind of made me develop some kind of feeling for Mark.

But recently, he’s been hanging out with Yeri often. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of that since I don’t even own Mark.

“But I swear, he does have feelings for you Y/N,” Jaemin said. “He even indirectly told me about it.”

“Jaemin, just look at him and Yeri. They’re both really happy and I think that I should just-urgh! I don’t know anymore.”

Jaemin sighed and looked around the cafeteria and spots Jeno, immediately tapping my shoulder to look at Jeno.

“I’ve got an idea,” Jaemin said and looked back at Jeno. “Why don’t you get close to him and maybe it’ll make Mark jealous. So, the both of you are even.”

“Hang on, I’m not jealous,” I said to Jaemin with a frown. “I’m just confused at his feelings.”

“Y/N, there’s no point hiding it now because you’re one of my best friends. You are going to do as I say and make Mark jealous,” Jaemin said as he placed his hands on my shoulder. “Is that clear?”

I didn’t reply and looked back at Mark and Yeri. The two seemed really happy, and I do kind of want to make Mark jealous - or at least see if he feels the same as me.

I looked back at Jaemin and sighed lightly. “What if it doesn’t work?”

Jaemin shook his head and let go of my shoulders. “Y/N, you’re receiving help from Na Jaemin. My plans always work.”

I stared at him for a little while before saying: “You sound awfully like Haechan right now.”

“I heard my name!” Haechan exclaimed as he came towards Jaemin and I.

“It’s nothing,” I said with Haechan and chased him away. “Don’t be nosy.”

“Excuse you, I am not nosy,” Haechan said and sat down. “I am just interested in what you two are talking about.”

Before I could say anything, Jaemin straight up tells Haechan everything and immediately agrees with Jaemin’s plan.

“His plan is actually really good, Y/N,” Haechan said.

“I didn’t say it was bad. I just said what if it doesn’t work,” I defended myself.

“That’s indirectly doubting his plan,” Haechan said.

“And you should never doubt a plan by Na Jaemin,” Jaemin added.

I just sighed helplessly and watched Haechan call out to Jeno, loudly - I think the whole cafeteria heard it, but only Jeno’s table and, Mark and Yeri looked at us.

I looked at Mark, realising that he was staring at me, and immediately turned my gaze to Jeno.

As Jeno made his way here, Haechan and Jaemin were discussing a plan.

“What’s up?” Jeno asked and took a seat beside me, since Haechan was sitting beside Jaemin.

“Y/N needs someone to study with for our exam, but no one’s free tomorrow,” Haechan began.

“Oh, what a bummer,” Jeno said. “I’ll accompany you then, Y/N. If you want,” Jeno offered.

“Great!” Haechan happily exclaims. “Y/N and Jeno are going on a study date! Cute!”

I face palmed myself for Haechan’s loud voice and looked over at Mark and Yeri. The two were still talking, but Mark was looking at me. I ignored him and looked at Jeno.

“So, library?” I asked and Jeno nodded.

“I need you to help me with Physics,” Jeno said with a faint laugh. “My physics is horrible.”

“I need your help in Add Maths,” I said with a giggle. “Mine is probably the worst in class.”


“So, where should we start?” Jeno asked as we both took a seat near the end of the library.

We choose to sit there because: first, there wasn’t anyone there and second, we are aloud to be a little bit loud here. So, I thought it’ll be nice if we could sit here and maybe have a great time together.

“Let’s start with Physics then,” I said and opened up the chapter that we recently studied in class.

Before I could say anything, my mind was interrupted by the one person I didn’t expect to see.

Urgh, their laugh, their smiles. Just the idea of them together just makes me sick to my stomach. Why are they here? If they wanted to hangout so much, why couldn’t they do it at the park or something. I know this is to make Mark jealous and all, but Mark being here with Yeri just breaks my heart and makes me feel like the plan isn’t working at all.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jeno asked as he realised that I spaced out a little.

I looked back at him and nodded. “O-of course, I was just thinking of something. Let’s start.”

[ Mark’s P.O.V. ]

“She isn’t even looking here and we’ve been here for hours,” I said to Yeri in sadness. “She seems so happy with Jeno. I thought you said that she has like some feelings for me?”

“She does! It’s just that you’re too blind to see it,” Yeri said and flicked my head.

“But, why doesn’t she even care that I’m here?”

“Well, have you ever considered that maybe you should just tell her straight?” Yeri suggested. “Honestly, the entire school like knows that you two like each other, AND YET you two are talking with someone else of the opposite gender and pretending to like someone else.”

“What are you trying to say?” I asked feeling slightly confused.

Yeri sighs with a shook of her head. “You know what, I’m not even going to help you right now. Just figure it out yourself.”

As Yeri stood up, I immediately followed after her. “Yeri, don’t leave me. I’ll look like a loner.”

Yeri just rolled her eyes. “The more I hangout with you, the more Y/N is going to hate me.”

“What?” I asked in confusion. “Why would she hate you? You’re like one of my best friends.”

“Mark, I love you like you’re my own brother, but you are very very very horrible in this kind of stuff,” Yeri said with a sigh. “I want to help you, but this is your decision. I can’t help you when it comes to this kind of stuff.”


[ Y/N’s P.O.V. ]

As days passed, I hung out with Jeno a lot and we’ve actually grown unexpectedly close. We even walk back home together now, with Jaemin, Haechan and Renjun tagging along, of course.

But, the whole point of this, was to make Mark jealous and now, I’m not even sure if this is working. He and Yeri seem a bit distant, but they’re still hanging out often.

“Y/N~ Earth to Y/N~” Jaemin waved his hand in front of me as I snapped out of my thoughts. “Thinking about Mark again, aren’t you.”

I just sigh and walked in front of them with a disappointed feeling in my heart.

The boys began talking about something, that I couldn’t quite hear.

“Y/N,” Jeno called out to me. “Let’s get ice cream, I’ll pay for you. To cheer you up, okay?”

Damn, Jeno. You can’t use the free ice cream ticket.

I smiled a little and rolled my eyes. “Okay.”

“Hey! What about us?” Haechan asked with a pout.

“Yeah, don’t forget that we’re here as well,” Renjun added.

“I’m buying only for Y/N cause she deserve it,” Jeno said and stuck out his tongue at the boys in a joking way. “Come on!” Jeno said as he held my hand and dragged me to the nearest ice cream shop.


“Thanks for the ice cream Jeno,” I thanked him as I began to lick my ice cream.

“Anything for you, Y/N,” Jeno said and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder.

“Where are we going now?” I asked Jeno.

Jeno didn’t reply immediately and looked around the shop a little. All of the sudden…

“Y/N, help me hold my ice cream for a while,” Jeno said and passed his ice cream to me. “I need to use the washroom.”

“O-okay,” I said in shock as he ran back into the ice cream shop.

As I patiently waited for Jeno to come out, I see someone in the corner of my eyes.

[ Author’s P.O.V. ]

“Hey,” Mark greeted Y/N as he nervously had his hands in his pocket.

“H-hey,” Y/N greeted him back. “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

“I was walking back home, but I saw you here,” Mark said. “Are you here alone?”

“Errr, no,” Y/N replied and showed him the two ice cream. “I’m here with Jeno. He bought me ice cream today.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Mark faked a smile. “You’ve been close with Jeno, recently.”

“Yeah, he’s a really great friend,” Y/N replied with a slight nod.

There was a short silence that was broken by Mark who was getting impatient.

“Are you doing anything, this weekend?”

Y/N gave a quick thought and remembered that she was busy that day. “Yeah, I’m supposed to help Jeno with his Physics.”

“Oh,” Mark replied feeling a little disappointed. “C-can I join?”

Y/N was surprised by his answer but nodded her head. “Sure.”

“Then, maybe after that, we can go somewhere together? Just the two of us?” Mark asked unsurely.

His heart was beating really quick as he asked, hoping that Y/N couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“W-what for?” Y/N asked.

Mark sigh before explaining to Y/N about how he felt. “Y/N, I really really really really like you a lot, and I really would like if I could take you out on a date. I know this is really unexpected but I really would like to spend more time with you. Seeing you with Jeno kind of made me feel jealous and I want to spend time with you as much as he does.”

Y/N was stunned at Mark’s words.

“Y-you like m-me?” Y/N asked and Mark nodded.

“I thought you like Yeri?” Y/N asked.

Mark shook his head immediately. “She’s like a sister to me. Plus, she likes one of the seniors.”

“Really? You like me?” Y/N asked again, not being able to believe it.

Mark nodded with a smile.

“I-I like you too,” Y/N confessed with a smile that made Mark smile even brighter. “I can’t believe the boys were right,” Y/N said with a faint laugh.

“I can’t believe Yeri was right!” Mark half-exclaimed in happiness making the both of us laugh.

“Didn’t we told you so?” The two loved ones heard Haechan said from behind with Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun and Yeri all-together.

“If only you guys listened to us and just confessed earlier,” Yeri added with a smirk.

- - -

right, so i ended up adding all the 00 liners of NCT Dream xD i hope it was nice and enjoyable to read tho x’D squeezed all my brain juice out for this story. goodnight ~ !

anonymous asked:

One word prompt: diary

Thank you for the prompt! It means so much to me. <3

Wednesday, 12th September, 4:42pm;
I met a boy today. His name is Simon. He has a pretty face, and I like how he has spots all over his body. He looks like the puppy I used to have, but she died last week. I’m still sad about that, but Simon reminds me of her. Her name was Vio because I like to play the violin.

Baz, the small boy with the golden bronze skin and the silky black hair that framed his face. Baz sat with his back straight, perfectly postured at his fairly large desk that occupied his bedroom. The desk was quite tall, and it was a bit of a strain to keep his arms resting atop so he could write in his black-covered diary. Baz didn’t like the fact that it was black, and would prefer it a lot more if it were red, or something with colour. Red was Baz’s favourite colour.

His little legs dangled off the seat as he wrote in his book about the events that occurred at school that day. Baz loved to write in his diary, because it felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He was only eight years old, and he knew that not many people at his age liked to write in diaries and read books. They preferred to play outside with their friends, or stand close by their mother and father. 

Baz’s mother and father, of course, loved him, but they sometimes distanced themselves from him. That made him upset, because there are times where he goes to hold his mother’s hand, and she will act as if she doesn’t notice him, and move her hand away.


Monday, September 24th, 4:23pm;
Simon and I fought again today. It made me upset, but we quickly made up again. He’s really mean sometimes, but I’m mean too. I hope he isn’t still angry with me for teasing him with his dragon toy above his head. He’s shorter than me, so he couldn’t reach it.


Sunday, September 30th, 8:01pm;
Sorry I’m late, I had violin late today. Simon invited me to his house today, and when I showed up, he had bought me an ice-cream. We want to have a sleepover one day, but he said I have to come to his house, because he is scared to leave his parents. I’m not scared.


Friday, October 6th, 5:49pm;
Simon and I have decided to go to the Halloween Party at school together. He is going as a dragon, and I’m going as a vampire. Simon showed me what he wanted to do, and I told him it would be hard to make wings and a tail. He said he’d make it work. 


Wednesday, October 11th, 6:14pm;
I bought Simon a strap-on dragon tail with the money I earned from chores, and he bought me a black cloak that is red on the inside. I tied the part underneath the popped collar of my white school button-down, then pulled the collar back down so it fit snug. Simon watched me, and he told me that I looked pretty and that it suit me. My face felt hot afterwards, and I was not sure what it was, but Simon’s was red. I think mine was too. Simon told me I was blushing. I’ve never done that before. I like Simon a lot, I think.


Friday, October 20th, 4:37pm;
I’m at Simon’s house right now, and it’s after school. Since last Wednesday, I’ve done the blushing thing many times. It’s annoying, because my face feels very hot and I feel like I’m sweating. Simon has called me pretty a lot, and I think that’s why I’m blushing. I think he’s pretty, too. Simon is coming back upstairs. He got his mum to make us some sliced apples.


Friday, October 20th, 9:40pm;
Hello again. I’ve never made two entries in one day before, but Mrs. Lucy, Simon’s mother, told me that my mum texted her and said that she will be very late coming home, and my father is away. She said that it would be best if I slept over. Simon and I are excited. He said I could wear one of his shirts, but he doesn’t sleep with one on because it gets too hot. I do sleep with a shirt on, but I wanted to look cooler in front of him, so I said ‘no, thank you’. Mrs. Lucy is making us go to sleep now, because it’s late. Goodnight.

Saturday, October 21st, 12:56pm; 
I woke up this morning before Simon. It was really hot, and when I opened my eyes, Simon was hugging me in his sleep. It didn’t bother me, it was just hot, but I dealt with it. I watched Simon sleep, but I promise I’m not weird. He looks very calm when he sleeps, and his eyelashes are long. I counted the spots on his face. His leg was between my own, tangling our legs up like a knot on your shoelaces. He was close, and I couldn’t tell if I was blushing again or not, because it was really hot. I probably was blushing, like I always do. I really like Simon. I watched him eat across the table at lunch time. He eats a lot, and quite fast.


Sunday, October 22nd, 5:10pm;
I had a chat with my mother today. She was in a good mood, so I wanted to talk to her about my blushing issue. I told her, ‘I blush a lot when I get told nice things. I never used to blush, but now I do.’ She said, ‘do you like them a lot?’ I told her, ‘yes, a lot! I’ve never liked anyone like this before, though.’ She smiled at me and said that I might have this thing called a “crush”, and I didn’t know what to say, but she asked me, ‘well, who is the special girl? Tell mummy.’ I just giggled, and I said, ‘Simon isn’t a girl.’ 


Baz rolled his eyes, closing and chucking the tattered and old black diary onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face and his eyes, resulting in his vision slightly blurring. He groaned at himself, but a slight smile worked its way upon his pink lips.

“God forbid Simon ever saw this,” he muttered, chuckling to himself as his face tinted slightly red. He sighed and patiently waited for Simon Snow, his boyfriend, to return home.

anonymous asked:

For the snippet thing, you made such a big deal out of him postponing this that I want to see Urahara meeting with Yoruichi's dad again in tef :p

“Kisuke,” Lord Shihōin said.  "It’s been a while.  You’ve been keeping busy, I hear?“

I bought your son discount H&M clothes and my adopted daughter tricked him into touching a jellyfish so then we spent fifteen minutes deliberating whether someone was going to pee on him I also let him run around with monkeys and eat ice-cream for dinner then I had him sent off to another room so I could have semi-drunk sex with your daughter whom I then impregnated but she won’t marry me so now I can’t stop thinking that our child will technically be a royal bastard HAHAHAHAH— but you won’t find that funny I guess you’re practically Soul Society fuzz and Intelligence Agency all rolled into one with access to extremely powerful artifacts and your wife already loathes me you’re going to have me murdered in my sleep when you find out aren’t you Suì-Fēng you’re going to have Suì-Fēng do it she won’t even charge you what have I done with my life why am I like this— “Quite.”