first time their heart really touched

You have five seconds. Five seconds and then you need to walk out of here and smile and laugh like nothing is wrong. Five seconds alone in this bathroom stall.

Five seconds.

They kissed. Play it over and over again in your head. The edge of the window obscured only what you could fill in anyway. They kissed, and that’s the end of it. No last-ditch attempts, no alternate endings. He is in love with her, and he kissed her, not you. You watched from the sidelines, just like you always do. You thought you were in the game but you’ve been benched all season, playing holograms and recordings and pictographs of memories.
For this second, embrace that rawness. He kissed her and it hurts because she isn’t you.


I know you want to argue, that you’re doing it right now. You’re making excuses and adding in ‘but what ifs.’ After all, you didn’t actually see it. Maybe your eyes played tricks on you. Maybe it wasn’t what you saw.
You want to say, but what about two days ago? What about the things he said, the way he looked at me? At just me.
It doesn’t matter what he says. It doesn’t matter how you think he felt. It doesn’t matter who you think he wants, it matters who he’s with.
And he is with her. Not you.


You were wrong about everything. Admit it. Own up to your dreams that got in the way of reality, acknowledge the danger of overanalysis. He makes you feel like home, but if he’s home, why does it feel like he just scraped out your insides?
And not for the first time. You feel hollow–cling to this. Maybe he is where your heart is, maybe he is your heart. Maybe he is everything to you, but you’re not to him. If you were, he wouldn’t have kissed her.


Remember all those things, one last time. After this, they are gone. They have to be gone. It’s the only way you’re going to survive. Remember the first time you met him and you knew you were going to fall in love with him and you knew it was going to break your heart. You always saw this coming. Deep down, you’ve just been waiting for the blow to fall.


I don’t know if you’re going to love anyone else. I don’t know if distance will finally solve what proximity cannot touch. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna really forget how much this hurts.
But one day, it will stop hurting. I promise

Look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and smile.
You are beautiful, you are brave. You love without regard for the consequences, and that is one of the best things about you.
You have amazing friends and a whole summer with them ahead of you.
Don’t miss out on that because you’re sad about him.
You are going to live through this, and you’re going to be better.

Walk out of here and don’t let them see those five seconds. Life’s too short to get all weak-kneed over some fuckboy who doesn’t care.

—  “Five Seconds in a Bathroom Stall”
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Requests: “You are one of the only blogs that write quality Barry Allen smut, so thank you. Can you please write a Barry smut where he always is gentle with the reader because he doesn’t want to lose control with his powers. One night she confronts him and a night of vibrating hands and speedy enhancements occur? Thank you 💕” Credits to gif owners!

It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.

The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.

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Good Morning // Min Yoongi


the prompt: Can I request something really fluffy with BTS Suga? With kisses and forehead touches please! Thank you!!

words: 1009

category: fluffy fluff~

author note: this is full of fluff on fluff so please enjoy! (also, there is a huge thunderstorm outside of my house and it’s so loud haha)

- destinee

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NCT 127 reaction to you liking skinship


Anon: NCT127 reaction at their gf liking skinship?

I hope y’all appreciate the length of these and how fluffy they are🙄😅This was really cute to write and really inspired me to write more and come back to this blog. Therefore, I’m off hiatus and please expect more posts in the upcoming weeks, even thought they won’t be regular and consistent!😇💘

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Originally posted by nctinfo

As long as you were the type to keep this for behind closed doors, he’d absolutely love it. Being around other people, even his own members, and doing any kind of skinship would stress him out a bit; he’d be worrying about getting teased and wouldn’t be able to look at anyone in the eye. But when you’re in private, he’d be another person. Not once would he complain about your desire to just touch him innocently, just enjoying how your hands felt on his skin and savouring the moment. Skinship like this would be really important to him. Because he’s not the type to openly show it, opportunities like this would be precious to him and he’d want to make sure you knew he really loved you.


Originally posted by cihttaphon

Now, he’s the utter opposite of Taeil - he’d love skinship, anywhere and everywhere. Your little fascination with his hair and face and hands and basically everything, would melt his heart. He’d feel so precious, yet so unworthy, to have your love, to have just you in general. Although he’d tease you a lot about it, saying you needed to get a therapist for your “serious addiction to me”, his feelings for you would be very genuine and sincere. You had always been like this so it wouldn’t come as a surprise to him, but no matter how many times you laced your fingers with his, or pecked him on the cheek, or gave his arm a squeeze of reassurance, he couldn’t help his heart racing every time. He’d look very calm and chill, but really he’d be internally yodelling screaming with joy.


Originally posted by y-ta

Taeyong seems like the kind to only like skinship when he initiates in. Not because he didn’t want you to touch him or because he was using you as such, but normally he’d like to have his hands to himself and have his own, and you the same. At first, it felt odd to you, like something foreign and atypical to see - skinship to you came so naturally and with ease. But soon. you managed to understand why he felt this way and got used to it. He’d sometimes randomly initiate the skinship by placing an arm around your waist or playing with your hair and he’d start to feel more relaxed and comfortable. No doubt he’d love it if you kept the skinship going, making his heart flutter over and over again. As long as he was the one who initiated it, he’d have no problem with your preference, even if he never verbally spoke it.


Originally posted by nakamotens

Unlike some of the other members, Yuta wouldn’t even notice how much you liked skinship. He’s the type to like doing it too anyway so having you do it too, and initiate it, would not faze him in the slightest. He’d absolutely love having you rub your hands on his chest, play with his hair or hold his arm tightly when you were walking together. No offence to Yuta lmao I’m basically violating him now don’t shOOT ME I LOVE YUTA SO MUCH but I think he’d be crap, seriously so crap, at expressing his love for you verbally. Yes, he’d try but this’d be a very painful experience for both of you; his words would sound very rehearsed and forced unintentionally, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness whenever he tried. So affection and touching you would be his only successful way of showing love to you. You liking skinship, him loving skinship, I mean that is literally the perfect match.


Originally posted by doyoungce

Depending on what kind of skinship you liked, Doyoung would react accordingly. If you liked loads of random kisses, hickies or having your hands on his bare chest, basically the more intimate and “sexual” skinship, he’d be a little distant and dislike it. I don’t think he really cares about that side of the relationship most of the time, it wasn’t why he would be in a relationship with you in the first place. He loves you because of your heart and personality and words. Saying this though, he wouldn’t mind it if you like holding hands, cuddles or linking arms. He’d still want that touch with you and this more innocent type of skinship would really make him happy. He’d love it whenever you initiated it, finding it adorable how sometimes you were apprehensive for him; he wouldn’t try to push you away either.


Originally posted by jyofanclub

Like Yuta, Jaehyun wouldn’t notice how much you liked skinship until someone else pointed it out. You’d be with the other members, your fingers absentmindedly his chest, your legs over his lap and his hands playing with your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d see Haechan staring at you and Jaehyun quietly; catching his eye, you’d tilt your head in question making him laugh a bit. “Y/N, do you ever not have your hands on Jaehyun? You might as well be one person”. Although you knew Haechan meant it lightheartedly and as a joke, it’d make you retreat your body from Jaehyun and frown. When you were finally alone with your boyfriend, Jaehyun would ask you what was wrong and if he had done something; he’d be really worried for you, trying to rub your cheeks and touch you but you only pulling away. Eventually you’d just break down and tell him, apologising for being too touchy and full-on; Jaehyun would reassure you that he loved how much you liked skinship and it didn’t matter to him - it was part of your personality and he wouldn’t change you in any way.


Originally posted by nctinfo

Sicheng would be a mix of Taeil and Doyoung. He’d like skinship but not PDA. He’d like small touches and hand holding but not tangled legs or being touched anywhere that wasn’t already visibly clothed. You can already tell with Yuta, that WinWin likes physical attention but holds himself back majority of the time. He’d be really appreciative if you respected his preferences as well as trying to accidental to your own as well; no doubt, he’d be worrying 24/7 of the time that you were going to leave him at any moment for someone who like skinship as much as you did. Reassurance would be key in this, and would 100% in cute WinWin after your words of affection, his arms wrapped lazily around your smaller frame. You liking skinship would make him all soft and adorable as long as you kept it PG lmao.


Originally posted by nakamotens

Out of all the members, Mark would be, at first, the least physically affectionate in a relationship. It’d feel quite forced and awkward for him. He wouldn’t know where to put his hands or what to say or how to react if you initiated the affection; he’d worry if people were watching and judging or if he was going to be made fun of or, like WinWin, if you were going to leave him for someone else. And also out of all the members, he’d be the best at vocalising his problems and concerned; he’d be very clear and concise, the right words spilling from his mouth. He’d say how he wants to try skinship with you but he’s worried about doing it wrong, basically overthinking a bit. After some talking through, you’d end up agreeing that you’d initiate the skinship small but often until he gets used to it. Over time, he’d become a huge lover of skinship, even more than yourself, but it’d take a lot dedication and time before you got there!


Originally posted by exoticnctlife

Another member who’d love skinship! Of course it’d be the innocent and cute kind of skinship, and although this isn’t skinship related, he’d love to flirt with you a lot with pickup lines and compliments, regardless of how long you two had been dating. Although you thought you loved skinship just a little bit too much, nothing prepared you for how clingy and affectionate Donghyuck could be. He’d always have your hand tucked lovingly in his warm hand. He’d like to wrap a tight arm around your shoulders and let you lean on him when you were waiting in queues. He’d love to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck briefly. But God, God would he love it when you initiated the skinship. He’d literally melt on the spot and be so shy, a deep red tint gracing his cheeks. They’d be rare occasions, but sometimes your affection would catch him off-guard when he wasn’t expecting it. Stuttering suddenly, he’d chuckle awkwardly groaning at how you managed to make him feel all funny inside for once, and not the other way round. The only way that he’d be able to get over it would be by burying his face face into your hair and kissing your head in gratitude; he’d be so close that you could feel his uneven breathing and his heart racing through this sweater.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. 
A/N: This inspired by this Sinful Sundaypost. I worked really hard on this, hope you guys like it. This might be the last part but I can’t be sure. I wrote this listening to Etta James - At Last if you want to listen. Make sure you come and let me know what you guys think!
Word count : 1,754 

Bucky stopped in his tracks the moment his eyes fell on you.


It was as if the cracks in your heart had been filled. The moment your name passed his lips, you pushed through the darkness of longing to the surface of hope with a sharp intake of breath.  

He stood still, eyes locked with yours. His chest heaved with adrenaline and uncertainty yet his eyes remained unmoved. You took a slow step forward, finding your voice you called his name softly.


His eyes closed, jaw clenched slightly. “You even sound like her” his voice was low and mostly to himself. Titling your head curiously, you realised his dilemma. The time that had passed between you had caused him to believe you were but a trick being played by his mind. Sadness clenched at your heart but still you stepped closer.

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‘Stay still’

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Genre: Smut (dry humping)

Word Count: 1,8k

@loveluhan07 request: “ Can I request a Luhan smut when he dry humps you in a public train? Btw I love your blog, keep going ❤”

     It’s still early in the morning. The cold air of spring is felt mostly on the train perron, where you are in the queue at the patisserie, waiting for your pretzel. Your cheeks are rosy because of the cool breezes that envelop the surrounding mountains and the whole perron. Your boyfriend is right behind you, taking care of your suitcases.

‘Do you want something? I’ll take a pretzel.’

'No, it’s okay.’ He murmurs with his throaty voice, a specific morning one. A wide smile appears on your pink lips when you see his sleepy eyes.

'Yeah, I think it’s still too early for you.’

'Maybe because someone is talking in the sleep and I couldn’t sleep very well, you know…’

'Why suddenly so rebellious?’ You chuckle and he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into him.

'Because once we’ll arrive, I can’t be rebellious anymore.’

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BTS reactions: To their girlfriend liking skinship and being really cuddly.

Originally posted by namseok

Rap Monster wouldn’t mind all the skinship at all, always kissing you.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

  First, Jin would be worried about what other people would think, but then he would love to always be holding hands with you.

Originally posted by jeonify

Jungkook wouldn’t like much at first, cause he’s shy. But then he would just be used to it.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jimin’s heart would betray him, racing every time you touch him.

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

V wouldn’t mind at all, enjoying himself when you touch him “So good, so so cute. Can I hug you again, jagi?

Originally posted by hohbi

J-Hope would also be touchy with you, but only when he’s in his usual good humor.

Originally posted by pjkook

Would you like when I kiss your neck…Suga would demonstrate “…and then suddenly stop? No, right. So if you start touching me, don’t stop when I want you to touch me.

anonymous asked:


(3 of these too, dang)

Who said “I love you” first?

Shiro.  Lance fell first.  He was already halfway there before even meeting the guy, and hero worship was an easy transition to deeper feelings.  But Lance would have kept that in his pocket forever: No way he matches up, no way Shiro feels the same, no way he’d be taken seriously.  Shiro would probably pat him on the head and tell him sorry, he doesn’t feel the same way, but that’s very flattering.

So instead it was Shiro, who is just more upfront about his feelings in the first place, assuming they’re positive.  It was when Shiro was on a bad stretch of no sleep, leaning comfortably against Lance.  Letting him help, letting him hold up Shiro’s weight. The words tumbled out, quiet and warm.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

Lance.  They’re all joint selfies, making faces into the camera or grinning in front of some oddity from their travels or another.  When he takes one off his background, he pets it printed and puts it on the board in his room.  There are a lot of them there now.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Lance.  It tends to be teasing notes about how good Shiro looks in just a towel, or with his hair wet, or something else like that.  Lance understands Shiro’s desire to present a certain way, and how his captivity irrevocably changed that for him, so he likes to help boost his confidence and remind him that he’s still gorgeous.  Which, hey, he is.

And if when Shiro sees them, he comes to give Lance a reward for being sweet, then that’s just something he has to deal with.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Shiro.  It’s mostly hats and accessories in gaudy, ridiculous colors that he thinks Lance will have fun messing with.  He never expected it to be taken seriously, so the first time Lance wore one (a neon, rainbow scarf that he hung off his belt for some flair), Shiro was mostly embarrassed.  Lance wears them proudly, though, and likes the challenge of trying to make them work.

(None of the other three of the heart to tell them it doesn’t really look good, but it makes them happy so whatever)

Who initiated the first kiss?

Shiro.  It was soft and gentle and just a touch hesitant, like he wasn’t sure of his welcome.  The ones after got more confident but never moved past chaste.

When Lance initiated them, that’s when they started to change.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Shiro. Lance would, except he’s never up before Shiro.  It’s a gentler and more effective way than Lance’s alarm, anyway.

Who starts tickle fights?

Shiro.  When Lance is goading him or joking around, it’s a really effective method of countering him without shutting him down.  Besides, Shiro is better, and Lance hasn’t figured out his tickle spots yet.  It’s only a matter of time, but for now it’s a guaranteed win.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Lance.  Look, he has a thing for Shiro wet, okay?  And naked.  And moving so he can see those arm and back muscles.  It was the original source of those mirror notes, after all.  So once Shiro is done kissing him for the cute comments, Lance will ask if he needs help washing his backside.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

N/a.  But Lance is the one that bribes Hunk into making them special treats to share.

Who was nervous and shy about the first date?

Lance was, because he wasn’t sure what he was stacking up against.  Surely Shiro was Worldly and Experience and had all the cool dates alright, right?  What was Lance going to do to stand out?

Turns out that qualifying for historical missions before he hit his mid-20s really killed his time for dating, so Shiro was just as clueless as Lance.  They made it work.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Shiro.  Lance insists it has to be his job, because he has the metal hand that can’t get bit.  Also, Shiro takes them outside, and Lance tries but just freaks out and kills them anyway.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

Both.  To the intense embarrassment of everyone around them. They both think the other is awesome and they’re loose lipped about it when they’ve had something to drink.

Mostly, everyone tries to shuffle them off to bed quickly so they don’t have to hear it.

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” 2/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Joker kidnapped you over a week ago, and your family is starting to really panic. Chapter 2/3. 

Warnings : Violence, because we’re talking about the Joker here…Hope you’ll enjoy it as much as the first part ! Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :).



A few hours after your capture, you finally met him. For real. And it was the most terrifying thing you ever lived. 

A wall opened up on the side of the bedroom, and Harley Quinn entered first. Her face was swollen, all sort of shades of blues and purple. Some green around the chin. Black around the eyes.  And behind her followed the clown. 

He pushed the ex-shrink out of his way brutally, and she tripped and fall with a loud thud. He didn’t pay attention to her at all, circling around you like a shark. 

You held your breath in, he was getting closer. 

Harley was still on the floor, not moving, and though she was crazy and tried to kill your husband multiple times, you couldn’t help but feel pity for her. You knew she genuinely had a mental disorder, she wasn’t a complete psycho, a wild dog with rabies like the Joker. You knew she was helplessly in love with the clown, and in return, he was nothing but abusive…You just felt so sorry for her. 

But only for a few seconds, because now, the Joker was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face…

-Hello there. 

His voice wasn’t pleasant. At all. Bruce’s voice was gentle, deep and low, you would give anything to hear it now…But all you heard was his nasal and irritating voice. 

You didn’t say anything. His eyes narrowed. 

-A polite and distinguish woman like you should greet me in return. 

You stayed silent. He smiled, and it made you shiver. 

-Oh, that’s sexy. You shiver at the mere sight of me. I knew we’d quickly get along. 

You made a face of disgust at his misinterpretation, to make sure he understood that no, you didn’t shiver because he aroused you, but because he freaked the Hell out of you. But apparently, according to the Joker, a grimace of disgust was the equivalent of a love declaration, as his lips suddenly crashed on yours. 

You were so stunned, that you didn’t react at all when he planted a bruising kiss on your lips, his tongue trying to enter your mouth, his teeth biting ruthlessly your bottom lip…But you quickly regain your senses, and bit him, hard, as a reflex. 

He swore, in pain, taking a few steps back from you…and then he just laughed. Laughed, laughed and laughed, and you felt tears welled up in your eyes, more scared than you ever been. 

-I like a woman with character !! Oooh we’re gonna have fun (Y/N), so much fun ! I’m going to…What is that ? Are you cheating on me ?

He was showing the love bites Bruce left on your neck the night before. 

You shuddered, understanding Harley’s words. “You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”…Somehow, somewhere in his deranged mind, the Joker had decided that you were his. That you and him were “an item”. It froze your blood. Oh my God….

For years you heard stories of that damn clown going on around Gotham. Everyone talked about him as if he was the Boogeyman himself. No. As if he was worst than the Boogeyman. Worst than the Devil. And he was the only one that Bruce always refused to speak about…Which was saying a lot. There were urban legend that kids told each other around a camp fire, about The Joker coming in the darkest of night, to take them away, drag them with him to whatever Hell he lived in… 

This time, he came for you. And given the effort he put in recreating the bedroom you had back at the mansion, you couldn’t help but think he carefully planned everything, and that you’d never get found…You felt like even your Batman couldn’t do anything this time. 

-No one, NO ONE, abuse my trust and get out of it without a scratch. Ooooh (Y/N), you shouldn’t have done that. We’re gonna have fun, so much fun. Well, at least, I will. I promise. I’ll try and make it enjoyable for you though…

And on those words, he grabbed your hair harshly, pulled on them with force tilting your head back, kissed you again (you wanted to vomit)…and slowly took a sharp and dirty knife up to one of the love bites. 

You held your screams in as the craziest and most psychotic man in Gotham City started to cut out your skin, carefully making sure that no trace from Bruce’s love remained on your body. No trace at all.


Bruce was going crazy. A week. It had been a fucking week since your kidnapping. And he had absolutely no lead. Not a single clue. 

For seven days, he desperately roamed the city every night, looking for any intels, brutalizing and plain torturing dozens and dozens of people that might have an idea of where the Joker went…But they all had the exact same answer : 

-There’s nothing you can do to us, that he won’t do, but ten times worst. Hit us all you want Batsy, even if we knew where he was, which we don’t, we wouldn’t say anything. Because your treatment is better than what he’d do to us.

Gotham’s hospitals were overcrowded with low life criminals and other nut jobs. 

Your children were as panicked and desperate as their father, and none of them had much sleep since you were taken. Dick had to carry Damian back home today, as the boy fell asleep, unable to stop himself. 

Alfred forced them to get some rest, and after a lot of yelling and anger, they were just too exhausted to argue anymore, and they all fell asleep in the bat cave. Damian was curled up next to the bat cow, Tim was asleep on his computer’s keyboard, Dick and Jason were back to back, arms crossed, done resisting sleep. 

But there was one Alfred couldn’t convince, or tire out…Bruce. He was determined to have no rest until you were safe. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t bear it…He couldn’t even bear the mere thought of loosing you. So he kept going, fighting his exhaustion fiercely. 

If you died, he would never be whole again. 


You resisted for them. You were strong for them. 

Only the thought of your husband, of your children, and of the butler you came to call “dad” kept you alive. 

Harley never came back in your cell, but the Joker was there almost every hour of the day. You could feel his touch lingering on your body when he wasn’t. 

If you counted it right, it had been a week. A week of abuse of all sort. A week of trying to get out. A week, getting weaker each minutes. A week, and your Bruce still wasn’t there…For the first time in your life, you started to think he really wasn’t coming. Your heart faltered…

The door in the wall opened, and you raised your head with pride. Your eyes full of hatred met his crazed ones. 

-Oh my oh my oh my. Always so…full of dignity. I like it. Now (Y/N), what shall I do with you today ? 


It was Damian who found her. He was patrolling around the city weakly, the thought of his mother between this maniac’s hand refusing to leave his mind, when his path crossed hers. 

Harley Quinn. 

She looked pathetic. More than usual. When she saw him, she didn’t even try to run away or anything. On the contrary. 

-Robin. Ooooh Robin. Take me to the Batman, I have informations. Important informations. About Bruce Wayne’s wife. 


It took everything in Bruce not to punch the woman as she came in. Just because she was with the Joker the night they took you away from him, he wanted to punch her. He often felt irrational emotions when it came to you…jealousy over someone who had no chance with you, anger over people who disrespected you…Genuine murderous thoughts toward the one who helped your kidnapping, and was standing in front of him as if she was the most innocent woman in the world. But he didn’t hurt her in any way, he knew it wasn’t totally her fault. She was sick. 

It took everything in Dick too. And in Tim. And Jason. For the same reason. 

When he saw her, Damian hadn’t been able to resist…And Harley had a fresh black eye. He tried to make her talk about his mother’s location, making her understand he would go to any ends to find her…but she refused to say anything if it wasn’t to the bat himself. 

He covered her eyes, and took her to the bat cave. 

Bruce didn’t even let her time to adjust to the bright lights around her. 

-Where is she ? 

Harley didn’t answer. Dick, with a voice full of anger that didn’t resemble him at all, said : 

-Answer us Quinn, where is she ?! Is she alright ?! 

Tim, usually very calm and collected, just like Bruce, grabbed her by the collar and was about to become violent when…

-Wowza. Calm down boys. Do you think I’d willingly follow Batsy Jr over there if I didn’t wanna talk ? 

-How can we trust you though ? 

Jason raised a good point, that in the heat of the action, the others didn’t even think about. 

-Oh you can trust me alright. Ok, I’m a pathologic liar and the voices in  my head tell me to shut up and take you in the wrong direction and stuffs, but…really, you can truuuuust me. 

Alfred, bless him for always being the voice of reason and having the good ideas, went to take a lying detector from the accessories’ cabinet. Bruce thanked him, and shook his head to take his worries, anger and fears out of his mind. He had to regain his composure, he had to calm himself down, or he could miss an important clue. He couldn’t let his judgement be clouded, your life was at stake. 

Hooked on the machine, Harley started to talk. And not a lie came out of her mouth. She wasn’t like the Joker, she wasn’t able to control her emotions, so if she actually was lying, they would have known. 

-I came here to tell you. I miss my Mister J. He hasn’t touched me once, not even to hit me since she’s there…He didn’t even notice my absence. So…Here I am. I’m going to tell you.

They were waiting, shifting around impatiently. 

-First, she’s alive, not quite alright though haha.

It didn’t make them laugh, quite the contrary, and Harley gulped loudly. 

-She’s…Not in the best shape. But alive. I’ll show you where. 

-Tell us. 

-No, I’ll show you. 

-You really think we’re gonna fall for that ?

-You do, or you won’t see her ever again. Believe me. And from my understanding, she’s not just Bruce Wayne’s precious little pet. 

-She’s not a pet !! I’ll kill y…

-Robin, contain yourself ! 

His father’s strict and calm voice took Damian back to reality. The Batman turned to the Joker’s ex-girlfriend : 

-Alright Harley, we’ll follow you. But if you try to pull any of your…

-I won’t. If there’s one time in your life you can trust me Batsy, it’s now. I want my Mister J’s back, and I won’t until that woman’s out of his life. So now, untie me, get me out of your man cave, and follow me. Because I know where she is, and I’m not sure she has much time left, Mister J tends to get bored easily with his obsessions…


In a cell that looked exactly like the bedroom you shared with Bruce, you were laying in the same king sized bed you had home. But it wasn’t home, it was Hell…The bogeyman took you there. No, worst than the bogeyman. The Joker. And you weren’t sure you could take it for much longer… 

To Be Continued, final and last part up some time next week :D. 

Nothing Pt.3 (Jungkook/?/Reader) (Ft. BTS)

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Genre: Angst, slight smut, slight fluff

Words: 3.9K

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: The moment you met the man you had slept with the night before, you felt sick to your stomach. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1


I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.


I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.


Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”


We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.

A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3


So I wrote this for @_fullybooked ‘s Valentine’s contest where we have to write a love letter to a fictional character. (They’re giving away a book set and steak. Yup you heard me. Steak. And dinner for two whoop! hahaha) 

I wasn’t able to post the whole version since Instagram has a word limit so I thought I’d share it here. lol don’t laugh, okay? I’m in love with this guy. <3 This is my letter to Will Herondale from @cassandraclare‘s Infernal Devices series. The photo edit was taken from @the-manila-institute

Dearest William,

It is a bit odd writing this letter to you. I’ve been wanting to for a long time but people would think me insane to be addressing someone who, quite frankly does not really exist in the real world. A fictional character—a mere creation of the human mind. But seeing that there is an opportunity where I will not be judged if I do, I have gladly taken it; overjoyed to finally be able to say to you what I’ve wanted to say the very moment I turned to the very last page.

William. Did you know you wore the name so well? In French it means: “determined protector”; the epitome of who you are as I’ve read from the Infernal Devices series. I was in high school when I met you, and had the honor of being by your side as I read through your adventures with Tessa, Jem, and the other Shadowhunters. Every fight, every war left me in awe as you fought them with such skill. (And you knew that very well too.)

My first impression of you: you’re going to be someone I won’t like but would end up liking in the end anyway. You were rude, arrogant, reckless, excessively cocky, and did I mention rude? Yes, I believe so. In retrospect, you were everything I didn’t like—except maybe the fact that you were an incredibly gorgeous human being with deep blue eyes, that even you yourself are in love with. I liked Jem more in all honesty and would probably get along with him better than I would with you.

But as I got deeper into the story, I learned there’s more to you, Will. Behind the sarcasm and rude disposition was a caring young man who would risk everything for the people he loves. I discovered your past and suddenly…everything changed. Or maybe I’ve known it all along but didn’t let myself see it.

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact time—or page—I fell in love with you. But know that I did. I really did and it was like a lullaby; a slow journey. I guess it started when you expressed your devotion for the written text. Your love for books was wonderful and I guess I saw myself in you and related a lot to your thoughts.

Your words spoke to me, touched my heart. And for the first time, I saw someone as my other half. Perhaps we were twins in another life for we think very much alike.

“It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.” - Will

Your words continue to haunt me to this day—your words of love, your witty remarks, and even the snarky and sarcastic ones that make me want to hurl a chair at you. Being a writer, I breathe and live words and you are the first person (I don’t care if you’re not real) who understood what it’s like to be that way. Maybe you are just a fictional character, but I believe Cassandra Clare has shaped you in the image of real people, so you must exist somewhere. I hope I find someone who would want to listen to me talk about books and my stories “until their ears fell off”. I hope I find someone half as passionate as you are; who is incredibly strong but felt too deeply it leaves me breathless…

Someone who can easily express himself in words so beautifully; and would say these words to me the way you did to Tessa: 

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die—“

You’re simply wonderful Will, and it breaks my heart a little knowing I can only be with you through the pages of a book. But just so you know, I would gladly read it over and over again just to have the privilege of being able to witness the beauty of your mind and heart—your very soul.

I love you, most ardently. And dare I say if I were a book, you’d be the words; every page strewn with thoughts of you.

Loving you always (from outside the pages),

Kaye Allen

anonymous asked:

How would do the RFA +V + Unknown react to MC being an journal keeper, she's been writing down her thoughts and the day's happenings in her journal. This happened since she was very young so there a huge stack of journals in her room. And her new journal entries is almost most of the time about her feelings for them, their sweet moments together and how much she loves and treasures them. Plus MC writes like a true novelist.

Such an interesting request! I hope I did justice to it! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V react to MC being a journalkeeper

TW: Mentions of LGBTQphobia and depression


  • When you moved in together, you brought this huge box filled with notebooks
  • Noticing his curiosity, you tell him these are your old journals, you have one for each year of your life since you’re 10.
  • He thinks it’s adorable, and he’s so curious! How were you like during your teenage years?
  • You’re so embarrassed to show him, so you pick the ones you consider slightly decent, when you were 18 and the hormones weren’t taking control of your mind anymore
  • When he starts reading, he’s shocked: did an 18 years old girl really write this? It sounds like those really good monologues he’s only seen on cult theatre pieces.
  • Seriously, just say the word and he’ll introduce you to producers and make all your thoughts turn into a musical, a TV show, maybe a movie! Easy there, Zen…
  • And if he wasn’t impressed enough, he sees the most recent journal, and it’s filled with sweet things about him, like, not even himself could think of this kind of sweet things to tell you.
  • The way you describe him, not only his looks, but all of his features, even the ones that aren’t that good… it’s so passionate, yet so honest.  Not even a narcissist like him sees himself as highly as you do.
  • He doesn’t understand why you would keep these sweet words only to yourself, but won’t pressure you, he knows you are really good at showing your affection, as it is vividly described on that page you tell about the first time you two made love.


  • He tried keeping journals, but they all ended forgotten somewhere
  • So he really admires your care for your journals, he wish he could be like that
  • He’s a little curious about your high school crushes, he would love to see the way you describe them, he would feel a little jealous, but he really wants to meet you as a teenager in love.
  • But when you show him… he feels… futile? Because it’s all so deep and meaningful, and it’s filled with intricate thoughts about your relationship with your parents, things he could never think by himself…
  • There’s a brief mention about a guy you dated, but he feels how meaningless it was and how he was clearly not that into you by the way you describe it, and now he hates this guy so much!
  • When it comes to him, he’s legitimately crying for the way you write him. He thought he was in despair when he hurt his eye? Now he knows your agony, and it’s so… painful.
  • And when he reads about your first date, he’s giggling so much, as if he is reading some comic book about another person, like he wasn’t even there.
  • Also, he feels a little stupid for not understanding some passages, like this one you wrote a couple of weeks ago. He shyly asks and shyly he stays when you explain you’re describing an orgasm. “Seriously…? I… I… did all this to your body? Whoa…”


  • She thought about having journals, she had so much to express! However, so little time to actually do it…
  • So she’s impressed about your diligence, since, generally, you’re not that organized about things (and that’s just one of the things you hate in yourself, but she freaking loves it!)
  • She knows how personal these things can be, and it’s totally okay if you don’t want her to read. When you say you don’t really mind, she can hold back her enthusiasm…  yes, she really wanted this, she just wouldn’t admit it.
  • The one with your last year of high school draws her attention immediately, since it looks like is the one with most written pages.
  • And she quickly understands why when she starts reading it. So much worries about the future, not even her was so concerned about her own future like you sounded there.
  • Thoughts that almost every young person has, but the way you describe it makes it feel like it’s something so different, as if your doubts and insecurities were so unique…
  • She cries when she gets to the part you tell how you were dragged out of the closet as bisexual when a girl you trusted told the whole neighborhood about it.
  • And then it comes to when you met, the way you describe every chat you had on the app, every thought you had beneath every word you send… she knew how much it meant for both of you, but this was on a whole another level now.
  • She blushes reading the way you describe her and touches you, but what really makes her heart flutter is the description about the first time you tasted a cup of coffee made by her… seriously, it’s just… too much!
  • She feels so inspired after that. Maybe now she has a lot more of free time, she could start writing her own journal? There’s a lot about you she needs to learn how to put in words…


  • Well, a journal could be a great help for him during all those years, now he knows that.
  • So he’s glad at least you didn’t have to struggle so much like he did
  • He won’t say it loud, but he’s curious! Soooooo curious! You can see it on his eyes, so you allow him to take a look, his soft smile giving away how much he wanted you to allow it…
  • He loves it, he wants to take all the journals out of the box and put them on his personal library.
  • He also wants to introduce you to publishers and editors, he’ll do whatever it takes for you to be a best-seller. Jumin, please chill
  • If he had tangled knots inside his heart, you were apparently trapped on thick ropes of problems. The way you describe your parent’s divorce and how it affected most of your teenage years make him ache deep inside. You’ve come a long way…
  • He’s afraid of reading about himself, especially those long and confusing three days he locked you up in his penthouse…
  • And yes, you’re very honest about how scared you were, but only because you knew that confused and anxious guy wasn’t the man you’ve fallen in love with, and the way you describe your love for him… he had no idea it was this overwhelming.
  • He loves the way you write your interactions with Elizabeth the 3rd, and can’t hold back a grin when he reads your description about the first time you had sex.
  • Now everytime you two start getting heated, he tells you he’ll give you enough material for your journal…


  • He dug all he could during your background check, except for that private blog (which wasn’t private for him if he didn’t want to)
  • He knew how personal it was, so he wouldn’t dare to dig on that. No… if he knows something, is about letting some thoughts only to yourself.
  • But when you tell him he can read if he wants, he quickly changes his mind. This is the closest he ever gonna get to hack into you.
  • He wants to print everything and turns into books he can hang at his personal library, “The Expert Playboy” would gain such a more refined and delicate company in that shelf.
  • Or make this public and monetize it somehow, because you deserve earning money on this, it’s… all… so… good!
  • The funny parts are HILARIOUS, your writing is so on point about embarrassing situations, he feels as if it happened to him. You should write scripts for sitcoms, you have this amazing ability to turn trivial situations into witty jokes, the type of jokes he would never be able to think of it.
  • And the sad things, your mother’s death… he never could care about his mother the way you did for yours, but somehow… he feels extremely sympathetic.
  • When it comes to him… he’s blushing. Your description about his hair and eyes… god, it’s basically a thesis on why it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
  • And he feels guilty all over again reading about the way he pushed you away, but then again… you turned this into a bittersweet kind of thing, mixing comedy and tragedy in a way only someone like you could do it.
  • He cries when you describe the moment he found Saeran, he wasn’t this thrilled not even when the actual thing happened back then.
  • He’s blushing so much when you compare the first orgasm he gave you to the mixture of salty and sweet taste of Honey Budha Chips and Dr. Pepper… because he feels exactly the same way.


  • He actually is keeping one because of therapy, so he asks you for help.
  • But he had no idea how in love you are for this, you’re more excited than him about his own journal.
  • He’s not sure if he really wants to read your teenage girl whining about boys and prom, but he really wants to know how to do this!
  • When he starts reading it… he’s addicted to it. You catch him binge reading all of them all the time.
  • You’re so sarcastic! Everything in your life seemed so bittersweet, he’s rooting for you to ditch the asshole you were dating and find happiness on yourself, because you’re so great! And he celebrates when finds you actually did!
  • He’s reading this and imagining as if it was a TV show… a very cliché one, but still, the kind of cliché you can’t take your eyes off!
  • He wishes he could deal with his problems the way you did, you were so screwed when your found about your father’s second family, yet… here you are, this amazingly sweet and bright person dealing with struggle with so much fierceness and kindness
  • When you told him that you were never scared of him, he didn’t believe it. Reading on the journal, he starts to believe.
  • He’s embarrassed when he reads about himself, you portray him as this adorable anti-hero, and he doesn’t think he deserves it, your description about his eyes makes him shiver…
  • Feels really good about the way you describe sex with him, and when you wrote it’s like all the flavors of ice cream combined, he’s gone!


  • I guess he has sight for this one
  • He used to have a dream journal, and stopped when most of the dreams were about Rika
  • He admires your commitment to write every day, even when apparently nothing special happened.
  • But when he gets to read it, he understands: your writing make every day sound special and amazing.
  • He gets more and more mesmerized at every page, he pictures the scenes on his mind, putting himself at your place. It takes a lot of talent to transport people to your own universe with just some words well put together, and you have this talent!
  • Personally, your descriptions about first times are the most impressive ones, the first time you saw snow, your first date with your first boyfriend, the first time you touched yourself…  he almost can feel what you felt.
  • And the struggles and self-loathing, dealing with depression with a family who doesn’t seem to understand you were sick… he feels your pain on his own skin and mind.
  • He’s so flattered about the way you see him. Is his voice that soothing? His eyes that beautiful? He wishes he could see the world through your eyes, his photos would be even better with such a unique and sweet vision like yours.
  • He was impressed about the first time you touched yourself, just imagine when he got to the part about sex with him. Your words seem like little magic spells, hypnotizing more and more.

Title: Memories

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,500

Warning: This is angsty, fluffy, soul touching and heart breaking all at once

A/N: Okay guys, this is my first ever soulmate piece and I worked really REALLY hard on this. It took a very long time to outline and smooth out so that it all flows right. PLEASE send feedback!! Major shout out to @mysteriouslyme81 for giving me the inspiration for this many months ago and helping me find the perfect song for the final part. 

The Beginning

Every single one of us would go to extremes for the one we love.

When the Alzheimer’s treatments stopped working and you couldn’t remember the simplest of things, Dean got desperate.

Shuffling his way into the familiar witch’s work room Dean grabbed a pen and paper and listened carefully.

“Only give her this on the worst of days”

“Remind her of a happy time, you will both be transported to that time, and upon return the memory will remain”

“This magic must be used carefully, only the strongest of loves will power it”

“I will give you enough for 7 memories to be restored to start”

“Remember though, giving her everything may cost you everything”

Dean Winchester never let warnings stop him. Eighty-five years old and watching the only true love of his life slip away he sure as hell wasn’t going to start listening to them now.

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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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“What did you think was going to happen?” Pearl waved the gloves at Cinder, the empty fingers wagging helplessly. “Did you think the prince might actually like you?”


“Cinder,” Kai said, “will you marry me?”



“The street fighter?” Scarlet squeezed her eyes shut as a headache started to throb against her forehead. “Really, Ém?”


“You are the one. You have always been, and you always will be, the only one.”



“Captain,” she murmured. “I think I’m in love with you.” 

An eyebrow shot up. She counted six beats of his heart before, suddenly, he laughed. “Don’t tell me it took you two whole days to realize that. I must be loosing my touch.”


“And it’s different with you. This is the first time I’ve been scared. Scared you’d change your mind. Scared I’ll screw up. Aces, Cress, I’m terrified of you.”



“But when I’m on duty, that’s all I can be. Your guard. Not your friend. Levana already knows I’m too close to you, that I care about you more than I should and I’m not going to give her anything else to hold over me. Or you. I’m not going to another pawn in her game. Got it?”


“I love you, Princess.”

Baby Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Reader has to tell Bruce she’s pregnant, and she doesn’t know how…

I feel like I’m just gonna write a serie of “characters’ babies”, where the reader has to tell their significant other they’re pregnant…So, boom for the Bat (and here the one I wrote for Captain America). Tell me which character you’d like to see next from those fandoms : Marvel, DC, Sherlock, Harry Potter, The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, Percy Jackson, Supernatural, Dragon Age and Mass effect (random stuffs I like really). 


You had been staring at the pregnancy test for the past three hours, not knowing what to do. Two lines. Positive. Fuck. You forgot about the time you missed ONE pill, ONE time…Your guts were churning, and you were extremely stressed and scared for three reasons.

Firstly, Bruce was quite older than you, he might not feel fit to raise a child now.  

Secondly, you already had four boys. When you started seriously dating Bruce, he already had Dick and Jason in his house, and you adopted them without hesitation. Then Tim came in your life, and just naturally became your son as well. And finally, Talia Al’Ghul dropped Damian…She did so almost seven years ago, and you were now whom he considered his mother. 

Thirdly, and lastly, you and Bruce NEVER talked about having children of your own. You felt like you had a tacit understanding between you two that a baby just didn’t had its place in your life…

You wanted a baby, but Bruce…You sat on the floor, back against the bath, thinking about a way to tell him. What if he told you he didn’t want to keep it ? What were you going to do ? Because you really, really wanted him or her…You loved your sons, but you couldn’t help but think that a baby could be a great addition to your life. Especially since your youngest, Damian, was already 17 and would leave the house soon…

After a few hours again, you raised from the floor and went down to the kitchen with the pregnancy test in your hand. Alfred was there, perfect. He would know what to do. You slowly sat on a high chair around the kitchen counter. 

-Hello Lady Y/N, I bet the book you’re reading is particularly good today, you stayed in your room for quite a while. Not giving you grief for it of course, I think reading is a great way of spending a day off. 

You didn’t answer and just slid your pregnancy test across the counter, looking right in the butler’s eyes. He was making you a cup of tea and froze, letting the hot water overflowing your mug. 

-…What…What is that ? 

He asked as he carefully put down the kettle. 

-It’s a pregnancy test Al’. 

-What does it say ? 

-That a new Wayne is on its way…

It took him a moment to truly register, and then the old butler took you by surprise when he pulled you into a tight hug. 

-Oh Lady Y/N what wonderful news !! Have you told Master Bruce yet ? 

-No, I felt a bit weird lately…and I thought…I was right. I just discovered it a few hours ago…

-Oh. You weren’t reading were you ? 

You don’t answer. 

-Are you afraid to tell him ?

You smile weakly at him.

-Once again Alfred, you surprise me by your perspicacity. You always guess how we all feel…What would we do without you ? 

-You’d be lost of course. And let me tell you you have nothing to be worried about. Master Bruce will be happy. 

Alfred was wiping the water off of the counter with a cloth while speaking, and you couldn’t help but smile at his serious feature. 

-How can you be so sure Al ?

-As you say Lady Y/N, I know all of you too well to be wrong. I know why you worry. Master Bruce isn’t that young anymore, you already have quite a few children, and I know you never talked about having some of your own. I bickered Master Bruce enough about it, but he always said you probably didn’t want another kid as you were quite a busy person. 

-What ? No, I thought he didn’t want one because he was busy. 

-As I told him many times, I’m sure you should just speak about it to be certain you were actually on the same page. Turns out I was right. And you were both on the same page. 

-We were ? 

-Well, you both wanted a baby in your life. 

-Wanted is the key word here Alfred. When did you have those conversations with him ? Because we aren’t too young anymore, and everyday, he might not come home, and I…

Alfred’s hands came back in front of you and held your shoulders. 

-Lady Y/N, you’ll never know if you don’t tell him. You worry already too much about everything, so..just tell him. For real. 

Again, you gave him a weak smile and hugs him again. He’s right…but easier said than done. 


It was 7 am when Bruce finally came home from his night patrol. You didn’t see him of the entire day before, as he had some important work with his company, and you had a well deserved day off. He finished late, and went directly to the bat cave as he had an important current case, and couldn’t find you quickly enough to give you a quick kiss…

He couldn’t find you because you were hiding. You stayed in your bed all night, unable to fall asleep, thinking. 

When Bruce, Tim and Damian arrived (Jason and Dick had their own place in town now) in the bat cave, they were surprised to not find you in it, as you always waited for them, even when sick. And at 7 am, a very worried bunch of men entered the master’s bedroom. 

You reassured your sons, and after a kiss good night (smiling to yourself because they still let you kiss them even though they were 19 and 17), you were finally alone with Bruce. 

He stripped down, you both liked to sleep naked, and he slipped in bed next to you. But he didn’t take you in his arms, did not kiss you, or touch you, which he always does before making love to you and falling asleep. He just stayed there, staring at you, propped up on one elbow. 

-What is the matter love ? 

You finally turned to look at him, and bit your lower lip, nervous. 

-Bruce I…

-What ? 

He was starting to get really worried, imagining the worst. Were you sick ? Badly sick ? Was he going to loose you ? He couldn’t loose you, it’d kill him…


He laid a comforting hand on your bare thigh, encouraging you with a warm but concerned look on his face. 


You spoke so quickly and so softly that he didn’t understand anything. 

-What ? 




He took his hand away from your thigh, and your heart sunk. But only for a few second before he pulled you to his chest, almost crushing you against it.

-You’re pregnant. 



-Yes Bruce, I am. 

He hugged you a bit tighter, and you almost suffocated. You pulled away gently and looked shyly at him…what you saw on his face made your heart sing. There was nothing but awe and happiness there. Which were rare emotions to see on Bruce’s face. You brushed your hand on his cheek, and he leaned on it, closing his eyes, taking you back against him, gently this time. 

One of his hand went to your stomach, and caressed it lovingly. 

-I’m gonna be a dad. Again. But from the beginning this time…

You stayed silent, enjoying his touch and the feel of his skin against yours. 

-We’ll see the first steps, ear the first words, teach him or her everything…

He felt your smile against his pec and kissed the crown of your head. 

You spend the entire night (morning really) talking about your future child, about the way you’d announce the news to its future brothers, about anything really, just both feeling like your heart would explode of happiness. Then you made passionate love and fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

Bruce’s hands were resting on your stomach, his arms wrapped around you, spooning you protectively…He was already ready to do anything for that kid.

Fin ?

Paper Hearts (Part 11)

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Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.2k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Fake Girlfriend 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: So many of you demanded more of this! I’m sorry for always making you wait a week. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

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Soon Y/N fell asleep next to me and I couldn’t stop myself from catching a quick glimpse of her peaceful face. My lips still prickled and my cheeks were still hot. I never thought a simple kiss could affect me that much. I wondered if she felt that spark too. I caught myself recreating the kiss in my mind and started shaking my head in disbelief and shock. What was I thinking? We never got along. We didn’t like each other. And now I was having troubles sleeping because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Breakfast is ready, lovebirds!” Aunt Sarah shouted seconds later, waking us up. Y/N yawned and ruffled through her messy hair. Her cuteness almost made me weak.

“Morning, Dan.” She said while climbing out of bed to get dressed. It was probably the first time she called me ‘Dan’ instead of ‘Howell’ and that filled me with a little feeling of excitement although it most probably didn’t mean anything.

We went downstairs to the dining room and this time we weren’t the last ones to arrive. Only Aunt Sarah and her fiancé Robert were seated at the table. The food they had prepared looked as delicious as always.

“How did you sleep, honey?” My aunt asked Y/N as soon as she sat down opposite her.

“Like a baby. I’ve never slept in a bed that’s more comfortable.” She laughed.

Before uncle Robert could finish his newspaper Harry and his sister entered the room, wishing everybody a good morning. Harry smiled at Y/N and walked over to sit on the empty chair next to her. He had the fucking audacity after what he said to me yesterday in the kitchen.

“I’m wondering how you can look so fresh and beautiful this early. What’s your secret?” Harry asked Y/N with a friendly smile loud enough for me to hear. I felt the blood rush to my head in anger. She just shrugged it off with now pink cheeks. My hands underneath the table turned to fists. He told her exactly what I thought when I woke up next to her, but I wasn’t brave enough to actually speak my mind. I was aware of the fact that she wasn’t really my girlfriend, but Harry didn’t know that and he was still flirting with her in front of my eyes. I wanted to rip his stupid head off. I think I had never eaten breakfast with so much aggression before. I nearly knocked over my cup of tea, I crushed my toast and just angrily scoffed my food in silence.

“Dan, darling, are you okay?” My auntie wanted to know, worried about me since everybody seemed to notice the negative energy that I was radiating.

“I’m just not a morning person.” I mumbled while shrugging my shoulders. As I was about to return my attention to the food in front of me I felt Y/N’s hand squeeze mine underneath the table. I stared at her in surprise. She just smiled and started gently running her palm down my biceps in an attempt to calm me down.

“You know that I can’t stand Harry, right?” she then whispered in my ear. When I had to grin like a fool at her words she giggled her oh so sweet giggle. The sight of her at that exact moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We just sat there in silence intensely looking at each other in what felt like speechlessness.

“So, tell me love, are you a fan of rugby? I tried to tell you yesterday that I’m on the local team and we a-“ Harry interfered, in an attempt to ruin our moment.

“Actually, I don’t like rugby at all.” Y/N admitted, shooting him an apologizing look.

“That’s exactly what Dan said every time I beat him at it.” Harry laughed with confidence, happy now that he had found a way to embarrass me.

But Y/N didn’t give him the satisfaction. “Well, I’m not the sportiest either” she said coldly, wiping that grin off his face.

After breakfast we were about to head upstairs to our room but we were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, exiting the dining room as well. After shooting me an evil glare he added “Just the two of us.”

She shot me a sceptical look before she followed Harry to the kitchen. I just stood at the bottom of the stairs trying to make out what they were talking about, but I only heard muffled sounds. Why would he have to talk to my girlfriend one on one? I got furious again waiting for them to return as I heard loud noises coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking disgusting!” I heard Y/N shout and seconds later the door opened. She stormed out of the kitchen followed by Harry. I had never seen her this angry.

“I’m sorry, please. That’s not what I meant.” He pleaded, but she wasn’t even listening to him.

She was walking straight towards me, determination in her eyes. I didn’t know what was happening, so I just stood there waiting for her to reach me. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast, although I didn’t know why. Suddenly she stopped only centimetres in front of me and in the blink of eye she forcefully crashed her lips against mine.

I was so overwhelmed by the sudden action that I didn’t kiss back at first. It wasn’t just a quick peck like yesterday, no our lips moved in sync for quite some time. The spark was back and my whole body seemed to be on fire again. My hand wandered to her cheek that felt really hot under my touch. Behind my back I heard Harry groan angrily before he quickly went to his room after what he had just witnessed. I knew he was furious and jealous and he fucking deserved it. I smiled into the kiss and enjoyed every damn second of it, longing for nothing but the sweetness of her soft lips.

We were breathless when we let go of each other. I opened my eyes again and looked at her in utter disbelief. She just kissed me!

“I- uh- you. I mean.. we?” I stuttered completely speechless. Y/N blushed but didn’t say anything. Instead we walked up to our room. I closed the door behind us and we were greeted by silence. It was simply awkward. Before we got to this place we would’ve fought and screamed at each other, now we couldn’t even talk to each other anymore. After 15 minutes of neither of us saying something I decided to break the silence.

“Can we talk about that kiss?” I carefully asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

Even if she just kissed me to make Harry jealous it still didn’t make any sense. She shouldn’t care about me or my issues with my stupid cousin.

Her eyes widened at my question and her pink cheeks made a reappearance. It was her time to stutter now. “I – just. To be honest I think I might-“ she started but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, lovebirds. We are going for a walk in the woods now. Get ready and don’t forget to wear warm clothes!” Aunt Sarah chirped without realizing that she had just ruined an important moment.

After ten minutes, we were already strolling through the snowy forest next to the mansion. The scenery looked beautiful but not as beautiful as Y/N who was wearing a beanie and had a red nose from the cold. We were comfortably chatting. It was a kind of tradition to go for a walk through the forest whenever we were over at aunt Sarah’s.

“Look, there’s a squirrel!” Y/N whisper-screamed excitedly, trying not to scare the little ball of fur.

“A squirrel?” my grandma asked. She had arrived right after breakfast and decided she was feeling well enough to join us. “Squirrels are a sign for fertility and a steamy relationship. My mother saw one right before she got pregnant with twins” Granny told Y/N and patted her back.

“Daniel, darling. You know what I am trying to say with that?” my grandma shouted over her shoulder and winked, making me swallow hard. Y/N’s cheeks were by now as red as her cold nose and she really didn’t know what to say. Why do grandparents always have to be so damn embarrassing? Granny talked to Y/N for quite some time while I had a chat with my uncle Robert.

When she could free herself from my grandma’s endless talking she quickly walked up to me.

“She asked me all kind of embarrassing questions!” Y/N told me in shock, still blushing harder than ever before.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s funny to you?” she pouted. “Why don’t you explain to your lovely grandmother that you treat me right in bed?!” she snapped, but broke out in a fit of laughter not much later.

I nearly choked on my own spit.

We both laughed and I took her hand as we continued trudging through the snow. It felt so normal to be affectionate with her now. Of course it was just to cover up my lie, right? Soon we fell behind and we couldn’t even see the others anymore.

“Dan?” Y/N asked and she stopped walking.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes?”

“About our kiss earlier.” She started, staring down at her feet.

“What about it?”

“I wasn’t acting.”