forever using this as an excuse for not going out on friday night

Aisles [m]

Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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Take It Like A Puppy (M)

Originally posted by jaayhope

Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope

Word Count : 5.5k

A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!

You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends. Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class. He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you, every second he got.

“Why do you keep trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.

“I’m part canine! That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.

“Well can you stop? Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.

Including you, there were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.

“No, you’re weird,” the puppy joked.

You finally turn to glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.

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theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!


The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.


Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.


“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.


“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.

Imagine: Being best friends with Peter for years but after an almost-kiss the two of you are struggling to be more.

So I just saw Spider-Man: Homecoming and all my expectations were blown straight out of the water. Tom Holland worked his ass off (and damn it looked good) and I’m so grateful to the entire cast and crew for putting forth so much effort. Five stars from me and I hope you enjoy my first imagine on Spider-Man! (Note that this occurs later on after the movie events and that I’ve changed some things and I am tired as fuck so this is probably rushed.)

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Nouveau Départ  | 02

Originally posted by jjeonguk

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 4.5k

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”      

“You look like shit.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s bluntness makes you smile a little—even through your sleepy state. You’ve stayed up for so many hours, doing research for the school’s dumb debate team. Now you were enervated and restless due to your now-disturbed slumber pattern.

“Alright, good you acknowledge it—but would you like to explain why?” the terrible audio of the facetime feature does his soothing voice no justice, but you can still make out what he’s trying to say.

“No,” you sigh and continue. “But I don’t want you to threaten to spank my ass even if you’re pretty fucking far away from me right now.”

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Put All These Pieces Back Together

// requested by anonymous:  HI U R SUCH A GOOD WRITER I CRY okay could u possibly do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader has a crush on Peter but she doesn’t know if he likes her and she used to have an eating disorder & one day they’re @ a party and her drunk friend says something about her not eating today or something and Peter overhears and takes her aside and asks if she’s okay and like comforts her idkIDK like maybe angst at first but then super cute by the end IDK THANKS SO MUCH ILY

// a/n: oml i feel so loved, thank you so much for the praise!! i’m so, so sorry this took so long to get up, i had a massive, unshakable case of writer’s block. i hope i did okay… it’s sort of cheesy but hopefully you’ll like it anyway. thanks for the request and the love <3 enjoy!!

// character: peter parker/spiderman

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.”

It’s past curfew on a Friday night, and this is exactly the sort of situation you’ve been told to stay away from.

The party seems like something straight out of a cliche high school romance flick, with red solo cups littering the floor and hormonal teenagers pressed against each other in the corners, lips locked together and hands roaming each others’ bodies.

Your senses feel dulled by the constant, heavy thrum of the bass blasting through the speakers and the strong reek of alcohol that seems to have settled into the air. Still, you haven’t been to a party since–well, since before everything that happened last year, and Becca has vehemently assured you that the awkwardly clingy black top you dug out of her closet makes you look “like a total catch”.

So part of you thinks that having a little fun might not be such a bad idea.

You destroy your opponents through a few rounds of beer pong, expertly avoid a game of seven minutes in heaven before one of your friends can drag you in, fail fantastically at pool and spend a lot of the night mingling and swaying to the music.

It’s a little past midnight when Becca stumbles into you, a ditsy smile plastered on her face and her eyes clouded with insobriety.

“Hi,” she mumbles giddily as she pitches forward and you hastily grab her shoulders to keep her from spilling to the ground in a heap.

You chuckle a little. “How much did you have to drink?” you say loudly, trying to make your voice heard over the pounding music.

A crease forms between her brows and she shrugs. “I dunno,” she grins. “A lot.”

With a mixture of exasperation and fondness, you sigh and set her on the couch. “God, you are going to have such a hangover tomorrow. Promise me you’ll let me drive you home?”

She nods, but you know she’s not really listening when her eyes glance in the other direction and she says in what you think is supposed to be a quiet voice, “He’s staring at you.”

Your eyes follow her gaze to a familiar brown-haired boy in a Star Wars t-shirt, who quickly looks away to observe a nearby game of pool. “Who, Peter?” You laugh a little, but a hot blush creeps up on your cheeks and you duck your head. “Yeah right. Like he’d be staring at me.”

Your best friend’s gaze swivels from him to you and back. “You should tell him,” she declares.

“Say it a little louder, would you?” you hiss sarcastically. “I don’t think they heard you in Jersey.”

She laughs. “I’m serious,” she says, though it’s in a hushed whisper this time as she pulls you closer by the arm. “You’ve liked him for forever. And judging by the way he’s looking at you in that outfit,” her voice dips into a sing-song tone as she slurs, “he likes you too.

Rolling your eyes, you shove her shoulder gently. “Shut up, Bea, you know he doesn’t think of me that way.” you huff, and a smirk crosses her face as she stands abruptly.

“Whatever you say. I’m gonna grab some food,” she says, stretching. “You want anything?”

You shake your head, but she pouts. “Y/N, you skipped lunch, too,” she protests.

“Yeah, because I had to make up that test for Mr. Dewar. I ate after school,” you explain. You’re not lying; you don’t do that anymore. You’re better now. Or at least, you’re trying.

But Becca, drunk, doesn’t seem to see it that way. “Are you trying to stop eating again?” She makes a poor attempt at a whisper. “Because you know it’s not good for you.” She sounds like a scolding parent, and a few pairs of eyes around the room drift over to you.

Stop staring, you plead mentally, your insides squirming under their gazes. “Bea,” you say through gritted teeth, “I’m fine, okay? Drop it.”

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” She’s loud. Too loud. Heads swivel in your direction.

People are looking at you. Everyone’s looking at you. I’m fine, you want to scream. It’s over. Nothing’s wrong with me.

But their eyes linger.

You feel like it’s freshman year all over again, and you’re collapsing on the gym floor and the nurse is bending over you and saying something about malnourishment and everyone is staring at you and you can’t breathe. And suddenly, you’re back to being the object of gossip and stolen glances and whispers in the hallway when they think you aren’t listening– she’s that anorexic girl, the one who was fat until she starved herself.

You have to remind yourself that you’re here and not there, that this is a party and you’re supposed to be having fun but instead you’re trying to remember how you’re supposed to breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Right. Easy.

So why can’t you seem to catch a breath?

It takes you a minute to realize that your hands are shaking and that Becca’s still talking, although you aren’t really listening anymore.

You mutter some excuse and slip out of the room; she tries to call out to you but you can’t seem to get to the back door fast enough.

The grass is wet. The air is humid and cool and heavy with the smell of rain, the sharp contrast to the heat inside hitting you as you step into the yard, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket and trying to shove the taste of bile back down your throat.

The smell of alcohol lingers on your clothes and you can still feel the bass from inside; you wonder for a moment what you’re doing here, when a book and a warm blanket seems like such a nice alternative.

Oh right, you think to yourself. I was trying to be normal, for one night.

Normal. You’ve spent the last eight months trying to get back there. Talking to doctors, therapists, guidance counselors, anyone who thinks they can help. You remember the before picture of it all, when you were scared and angry and you hated yourself, and now you feel the exact same way and you think that maybe you haven’t come all that far.

“Why did you do it?” the counselor asks, sincere concern lacing her words. “You have such a beautiful body, can’t you see that?”

You try to laugh, but think you might cry instead as you looked up at her. “Have you ever been to high school?”

She gives you the look, the one you’ve come to know all-too-well, that mixture of pity and disappointment that seems to be etched on everyone’s faces these days. You want to tell her to stop, that you don’t want her pity, that you might feel a lot better if everyone would just quit looking at you that way–

“–re you okay?”

Surprised, your head snaps towards him immediately. You didn’t even notice him come out. But Peter’s standing there, concern in those deep brown eyes and one hand running through his brown hair nervously.

You open your mouth, tempted to say you’re fine, that there’s nothing for him to worry about. But as you look at him, you feel a bit of your resolve wear away. At first, you’re not sure why, but then, you think, it’s Peter, the geeky science nerd you’ve known for years, exchanging study guides and making cheesy science jokes from the back of the classroom and maybe falling a little in love along the way. It’s Peter, so instead of lying you shake your head. “Not really, no,” you breathe.

“You’re not…are you still…” he trails, like he doesn’t quite know how to phrase the question.

Your choice of words, however, is more blunt. “I’m not starving myself anymore, if that’s what you mean. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

Peter looks at you for a long time, as though trying to figure out whether or not you’re lying, and then gives you a slow nod as he leans against the wall next to you. “What happened in there?” he asks quietly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Nothing.” You drop your gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. If you do, you think you might break into tears.

“Y/N, you can talk to me.”

Sighing slowly, you glare at the ground. “I just…I couldn’t breathe. I–everyone was staring at us. I didn’t want to-to stay in there and let them gawk at me like I was some animal in a zoo. Like I was some…” you grit your teeth, voice shaking, “some beast that they were looking at through glass.”

He hesitates, and then, sounding shocked, “Is that how you feel?”

Part of you wishes he would leave, so he wouldn’t see you cry. “That’s how I’ve always felt, Peter. Why–” You shudder as your voice breaks. “Why do you think I did this?” You look up at him, blinking tears out of bloodshot eyes. Slowly, you sink into the grass, ignoring the fact that the rainwater is seeping through your tights, and draw your knees to your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, just kneels next to you and holds you in his arms when you finally break into shaking sobs, your breath stuttering as you try to hold them back. But you don’t think there’s any part of you that can fight it anymore, and the tears just fall in a torrent of frustration that you haven’t let go of in far too long. The saltwater streaks down your face and soaks his hoodie, and he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup when the sobs finally slow, your voice muffled by his body.

Peter shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs. “You don’t deserve to feel this way.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t.” His voice is insistent as he cups your cheek with his hands. “You don’t deserve this. You’re beautiful.”

He sounds…honest. You meet his eyes, and sincerity is all you can see. Something inside of you swells. “I haven’t…no one’s ever said that to me.”

“They should.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t hold just anyone as their tears totally soak my favorite shirt, you know,” he teases.

A watery chuckle escapes your lips, and he grins, looking a little proud of himself.

“I guess it’s a good thing I wore waterproof mascara,” you joke, wiping the wet tracks away from your face with a sleeve and sniffling. It earns you a laugh.

“Do you…want me to walk you home?” he offers as you pick yourself off the ground.

You shake your head. “I think I’ll stay a while. Someone’s got to keep Becca from making a total fool out of herself,” you say, taking a deep breath to compose yourself and then starting to walk towards the party.

He chuckles. “I’ll stay for a while, too, then. But, uh, Y/N? One more thing.”

“Yeah?” You turn around.

A flash of nerves crosses his face before his hand wraps around your waist, the other one resting in your hair, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and his lips taste better than anything you’ve ever forced yourself not to eat, and it’s Peter and your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.

Business and Pleasure - Part 2

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: swearing

Part 1

Originally posted by sebastiansource

“Remind me again why we’re going to this dinner,” you gave your dad a pointed glance as you smoothed out your dress. “I know you and Mr. Barnes are working together now and it’s great that he’s doing this to save the company, but I don’t understand why James and I have to be there. Couldn’t you two just go out to Nobu or Oceano or one of those other fancy restaurants like you always do when you close a deal? I really don’t think there’s any need for me to be there. Besides, I had plans with Steve tonight.”

You had met Steve Rogers when he was interning for your father, and he had quickly become your best friend. At first, you had thought was intimidating. After all, he was a very large and muscular man, but within mere minutes of getting to know him, you discovered that he was more like the human equivalent of a golden retriever. He was friendly and outgoing with a heart of gold, always quick to laughter and willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. In fact, he had practically saved you when you had forgotten about a meeting with an important client. He had stepped in, taking the blame even though it was completely your fault. That was just the way Steve was.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 49: Home Sweet Home

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary:

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Do you really have to leave?” Jared whined as you glanced around the living room, making sure all of your new furniture was exactly the way you wanted it. “I’ve kinda grown used to having you around the house, and it will be kind of lonely without you there.”

Reaching up, you patted the big man’s shoulder. “I’m gonna miss being at your place too. With your fabulous barbecues, and that wonderful guest room of yours. But it’s time for Jensen and I to be back on our own, and our house is almost finished.”

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Properly Proper

@awesomeeyeroll  gave me the prompt of Magaluf Claire and Jamie on a proper date. Jamie not having a minor disaster unless there are smooches. This comes from an original prompt from @bkst-tutu1b.


Claire Beauchamp was going on a proper date; one with no takeaway, fizzy drinks, or chips in sight.  After a few months back in Scotland and several “Netflix and chill” dates, Jamie had decided they needed to splash out on a nice night out where they’d wear something different than scrubs or trackies. Admittedly, it would be somewhat of a struggle to find a night that both were free, but she wasn’t about to pass up being spoilt.

Formal dining wasn’t something in Claire’s encyclopedic knowledge so she went to the library and researched it. After reading an etiquette book by a former royal butler, as well as viewing countless YouTube videos, she felt she was up for the challenge. Despite her extensive studies, a small part of her was germinating the fear she would publicly embarrass herself. It seemed she would have to trust her preparation for any issues that might pop up. It was just a date, after all.

Every shift that week felt like it dragged on forever. Overly rude patients, microaggressive doctors, and one incredibly persistent E.M.T. ex were making her patience wear thin but their night finally arrived. Of course, the universe had to make sure her last hour at work was spectacularly bad and made sure she had one last clash before leaving.

“You dumped me!” Claire said through her clenched teeth. “After a year of living together and mere weeks after my Uncle passed, I might remind you. It took me far too long to find someone who made me feel like I could be myself again. Go back to work, Frankie.”

The bike ride back to her flat went more quickly than usual with help from waves of adrenaline and the overwhelming urge to strangle someone. Thankfully Claire’s urge to maim had ebbed by the time she arrived home and stripped off her scrubs to soak in the bath.

By the time Jamie arrived at her door fully kitted out and looking completely edible, all of her worries were forgotten. She could focus on what was happening, not what might.

Jamie’s jaw dropped as he struggled for the appropriate words. He knew she was beautiful but the woman standing before him was absolutely celestial.

A Dhia, mo nighean donn! You look…amazing!” he stuttered.

Claire’s cheeks flushed scarlet, a small grin beginning to bloom. It was those few words that clenched it for her and confirmed that her struggle was worth it. Her growling stomach interrupted the couple’s seriousness. Jamie’s stomach followed suit as they began to laugh.

“I suppose we should get ourselves some food before they start singing any louder, aye?” Jamie quipped. He took her hand in his after she had locked her door and put her keys in her handbag. She leaned into his shoulder, nodding in reply.



His choice of fine dining establishment impressed upon her how much he loved his country and heritage. Every course was made from generations old recipes handed down through families with items you could find locally. He explained that the building was built in the sixteenth century and the odd name came from a carving in St. Giles church.

“You really love it here, don’t you?” she whispered. “Edinburgh.”

Jamie nodded. “My family has lived, fought, and died here for centuries. My Da used to say that nothing of value happened in Scotland without a Fraser involved.”

“I don’t think my family has stood still, ever.” Claire replied. “I know Beauchamp is French and Moriston could be Scottish but that’s all. I would like to find out, someday.”

“And when you do, my godfather is the family archivist. If you need some assistance.” he offered. “He’d actually enjoy it. I think he likes the smell of old ledgers.”

Their last course was set before them, explained with flourish, and then their server excused themselves.

“I think you picked the perfect place for our first adulty date.” Claire said in between bites. “These petitfours are to die for! How do they pack all that flavour into such a tiny square?”

“I could be wrong, but I don’t think adulty is a word.” Jamie chuckled. “But seeing as it’s you, I’ll let it go. Please excuse me. I’ll be back after I settle up.”

A small box tied up with a ribbon was delivered to their table with Claire’s name on it. She looked around to see who might have sent it, only to see Jamie returning with a smile.

“Ah, I see your wee cakes have been delivered Miss Beauchamp.”

He opened the box to show her what the in-house pâtisser had made for her. The small squares had letters written on top so he turned it to show her what it said.

Tha gaol agam ort

Claire covered her mouth in amazement. “You do?”

He nodded as she launched herself towards him. It would be a full one hundred and twenty seconds later when the kissing stopped and the blushing pair walked back to Claire’s flat.

“I never would have guessed you were a romantic, Jamie Fraser!” Claire confessed. “A stalwart Scot, more likely. But I think I like this side of you and wouldn’t mind seeing it again. Two weeks from Friday good for you?”

“You can have all my Fridays, mo nighean donn.”

Hoshi As A Father

Originally posted by kwontv

Hey thereeee!  First, you are the best, i read your ‘seventeen as fathers’ series and im in love with it soooo I was wondering if you could write it for Hoshi ;3; Whenever you want, I’ll be waiting♡♡♡ have a nice day and thanks for all

Sorry that this took so long to publish! I finally finished my junior year in high school (and I’ll sadly be starting my last in the fall) so I wanted to make sure I got all of my work done before I started anything else. This scenario is somewhat connected to both Woozi’s and Dino’s parts so be sure to keep your eye out for those ones. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to request any of the other members! xx     

  • Hoshi slowly kills me inside
  • But anyways let’s get started
  • Soonyoung is a daddy
  • And that goes to say both ways js
  • So basically you and Soonyoung were the best of friends and you never really thought of each other in a romantic way
  • Not spoken out loud at least
  • One day the two of you were having one of your weekly Friday night parties where it was just the two of you spread out on the sofa watching corny old movies as you shared a couple bottles of vodka
  • It was probably what both of you looked forwards to the most
  • Three bottles later and soon you guys were both kind of tipsy but not tipsy enough to be completely drunk
  • One thing led to another and somehow you got on the topic of who in Seventeen had the biggest dick
  • And of course Soonyoung was sure on him having the biggest
  • But you were dead set on Dino for some reason
  • Soonyoung wasn’t having it because he was kind of offended that his best friend didn’t think his dick was bigger than his own maknae’s
  • So he stood up from the sofa and threw the empty bottle on the ground and placed his hands on his hips
  • “You wanna find out just how big it is??”
  • “hell yeah I do”
  • And basically that’s how the two of you ended up making out on the sofa and it did eventually lead to more
  • Lets just say that you really did believe that Hoshi now had the biggest dick
  • You never really expected anything more out of that night
  • You especially never imagined to get pregnant from it
  • When you started getting symptoms and missed a period you thought the worst
  • And here you are with six pregnancy tests that all said you were positive
  • You knew that they weren’t always reliable but when all six seemed to tell you that you were you couldn’t help but maybe think that it was true
  • So you did schedule an appointment for the next day to get an ultrasound done just in case
  • You heart was racing the entire time the doctor was covering your stomach with the cool gel
  • You felt it being to pound against your chest harder than it ever had before as an image of a small fetus was displayed on the screen
  • The doctor smiled at you and gave you a small congrats before leaving you alone to think
  • And you kinda broke down right there because it just kind of hit you that you were pregnant with your best friend’s baby
  • The doctor came back in a few moments later and offered you some pamphlets about abortion and shit but you refused them saying that you were going to keep your baby
  • You did try to keep it a secret from Soonyoung for as long as you could
  • That was your plan at least
  • To set that in order whenever he asked to hang out with you, you would deny him every time saying that you were sick
  • Which wasn’t a lie because of the morning sickness that came with the cost of being pregnant
  • But you knew that you couldn’t keep using that excuse forever because sooner or later
  • 1) Soonyoung would catch on and just know that you were avoiding him for some reason
  • 2) He would get really worried and actually try to do something about it like taking you to see a doctor and he would find out that way
  • So you started using other excuses like that you were busy or already hanging out with other friends that day
  • Soonyoung began to grow suspicious over you avoiding him
  • Just as you thought
  • He knew you better than anyone else and he was always sure when you were lying to him
  • So he showed up to your apartment one day unannounced
  • You were kind of nervous because you did have an appointment to go to later that day for your one month ultrasound
  • You could have gotten away saying that you just had an appointment to get to but soon enough the phone rang and you allowed the answering machine to get it
  • But the message just so happened to mention something about a special appointment and Soonyoung’s eyes immediately got worried
  • He asked you whats wrong and you just kind of sighed knowing that you were going to have to tell him someday
  • So you just pulled him out the door with you telling him that he should just come to see for himself rather than you explaining it
  • When the nurse called your name you nervously followed her with Soonyoung trailing behind
  • The doctor greeted you with a kind smiled and turned to Soonyoung
  • “oh you must be the father”
  • You froze in your steps at the doctors words and your body became really tense
  • Soonyoung swore his heart stopped beating at the mention of the word ‘father’
  • “y/n what is the doctor talking about??”
  • His voice would be so shaky and nervous
  • All you would do is look at the doctor and nod your head before laying down on the bed
  • Soonyoung stood frozen in his spot as he watched you get your ultrasound done
  • The doctor looked from the screen and over to Soonyoung while pointing out the small fetus
  • Soonyoung couldn’t help but cry at the sight of the small fetus on the screen
  • You began to spit out apologies at your best friend before he shook his head and cut you off
  • “its perfect”
  • That’s all he said before walking over to you and taking your hands in his own
  • “that’s really mine??”
  • You would nod and explain to him that he was the only person you have ever done it with
  • He felt somewhat guilty for taking your virginity while drunk
  • But he was so happy that he was going to be the father of a new little baby
  • He would ask the doctor if he could have a copy of the sonogram before sitting on the bed next to you and pulling you into a tight hug
  • Ever since Hoshi found out that he was going to be the father of your baby
  • There was no denying the romantic tension between the two of you
  • He insisted taking you out on dates and even moving in with you
  • He basically spat out a confession to you about this weird crush he had on you
  • And while it all seemed really messy you were happy your best friend felt the same way about you
  • So you did allow Soonyoung to move in with you
  • It turns out that he actually was a great help around the apartment and made sure that you got everything you needed
  • The boys got a little confused as to why Soonyoung suddenly wanted to move out and in with you
  • He was pretty blunt when he gave them the reason saying that he was going to be a father and wanted to be closer to the mother of his baby
  • That’s when you got calls and texts messages asking you if they needed to beat Hoshi up
  • You denied their requests and simply said that you and Soonyoung had been dating and one thing lead to another and you had accidentally gotten pregnant
  • Which was kind of true
  • The boys bought it so you didn’t see any need to explain to them that it all started because you were drunkenly fighting over who had the biggest dick out of all 13 of them
  • You knew that that wouldn’t end well
  • Not only did you have Soonyoung helping you out
  • But now you dealt with having the boys coming over in small groups to come help take care of you as well
  • Soonyoung didn’t like the idea at first
  • But then you somehow managed to convince him to sneak off with you while the others cleaned up around your apartment
  • So he was very happy about getting some alone time with you on that
  • Finally it was time for your 4 month checkup with the doctor
  • Both you and Hoshi were beyond excited because you could finally figure out the gender of your baby
  • The two of you guys both had your fingers crossed for a little girl
  • You have always wanted one and Soonyoung just wanted a daughter to spoil rotten
  • You guys would have been happy with either gender
  • But you just really really wanted to see your boyfriend with a little girl
  • When the doctor finished your ultrasound they pointed to the screen to show you the gender of your baby
  • It turns out that it was in fact a boy
  • You were still beyond happy to have a little boy though
  • Soonyoung leaned down to your belly and immediatly began to have a conversation with his son
  • He talked about everything from teaching him dance to teaching how to get a girl
  • And you honestly couldn’t have smiled wider at the sight
  • These next few months were hell for you and Soonyoung
  • But in a good way
  • Its when finally all of your mood swings and cravings kicked in
  • Like the rest of the boys
  • Soonyoung wouldn’t know how to react with you being happy one moment and then extremely pissed at him the next
  • He tried his best to stick up with it and respect you while your mood swings were happening
  • And you really had to thank him for that because you were, as he described, a dragon when you were mad
  • You would have the strangest cravings
  • But he would make you whatever you wanted
  • Even if it was kimchi pickled ice cream with ketchup on top
  • And when you offered him some he would be sweet and accept your offer even though it tasted so gross
  • Every night before going to sleep he would always rub your tummy and sing cute little lullabies to your baby
  • One night as he was singing you felt a kick in your stomach
  • You held his hand tightly and told him to stop of a second before placing it on the spot you felt the kick
  • After a couple minutes of silence you told him to continue
  • This time when he started singing you felt the kick again
  • And you knew that Soonyoung could feel it this time too
  • He looked so happy as he continued to sing and rub your belly
  • When he was done he placed a gentle kiss to your stomach before whispering at your son to not give you too much pain with all of his kicking
  • Shopping with Soonyoung would be quite the adventure
  • He would want to buy like literally everything
  • If he saw a cute onesie he would add it to cart
  • If he saw this badass mobile that played shinee tunes he would add it to cart
  • Your son would be just as spoiled as you thought your daughter would have been
  • Soon enough you guys had an entire nursery that was half cute baby themed and half shinee themed
  • Not that you really minded because you knew that your boyfriend was a fanboy at heart
  • Fast forward a couple months
  • Seventeen was about to start their comeback stage and you were basically on the verge of going into labor
  • You tried to convince your boyfriend to let you stay at home just in case anything happened
  • But he really wanted to be there when you went into labor
  • So the manager allowed you to stay back in their dressing room and watch their stage from there
  • You had a couple makeup artists back there with you in case anything were to happen
  • It was as if it were on queue
  • But just as Hoshi’s face appeared on the screen
  • You felt water trickle down your leg
  • You were half in awe at the fact that your baby was ready at the sight of his father
  • But you also like “oH SHIT I’M HAvING A BAbY”
  • The makeup artists would immediately come to your side as soon as you screamed
  • They tried to help you stand up so they could get you to the hospital as soon as possible
  • But you kept fighting them saying that you wanted to wait until Seventeen’s stage was over
  • “no y/n you are going to have your baby on this filthy floor if we do not leave now”
  • So you gave in an allowed to let them take you to the hospital
  • Seventeen’s manager went along with you and one of their staff members as well
  • When their stage was over one of the makeup artists explained to Soonyoung that they had to take you to the hospital because you were about to have a baby on the floor
  • They had already had a car set up and ready to go for him
  • So he quickly took off his mic and rushed to the car
  • All of the boys wanted to go too
  • But the staff had said that they only had enough room for a couple of them
  • So the entire 96 line decided to go along with Soonyoung to the hospital
  • The ride there was pretty crazy and was filled with mainly Hoshi panicking and Wonwoo telling him to shut up and breath
  • Once they arrived all 4 boys rushed to the receptionist and explained what they were there for
  • The receptionist explained that only two of them would be allowed in the room along with you so Soonyoung grabbed the closest arm to him which so happened to be Jihoon and dragged him along to the hospital room you were in
  • You were just about to get ready to give birth when you saw Soonyoung run in with Jihoon practically biting Soonyoung’s hand off behind him
  • Each boy went to either side of you and took a hand
  • The entire process was painful to say the least
  • Soonyoung couldn’t stand the sight of you in so much pain and began to cry
  • You were touched but the moment didn’t last long because hELLO there was a baby coming out of your vagina
  • And then after a couple of minutes it was all over and you could hear the soft cries of your son fill the room
  • You sat back on your bed and began to breath heavily
  • You watched as your son was handed to Soonyoung before you passed out from using all of your energy on giving birth
  • You woke up to the light touch of a pair of lips on your forehead
  • There you were greeted by the happy eyes of your boyfriend
  • That was when you noticed that he was babyless
  • When you questioned him about it all he did was dramatically sigh and point to Jihoon who sat in a chair in the corner of the room holding your son
  • “its like he thinks that jihoon is his father. they’ve been like that for 20 minutes and whenever i try to take him away he only cries”
  • You coo sympathetically at your boyfriend before asking Jihoon if you can hold your son
  • He nods before walking over to hand your baby to you
  • The minute you laid eyes on your son he looked up and smiled at you
  • Soonyoung sat on the other side of you and began to run his long fingers across your baby’s chest making him giggle
  • A couple minutes later the nurse came in saying that there were 11 boys waiting outside who wanted to come in to see your baby
  • You allowed the nurse to send them in and suddenly your room became packed with sweaty smelling boys
  • You watched in awe as they carefully passed your baby around with each boy holding him and cooing as they did so
  • When the baby got back to Jihoon you noticed how your son did not want to let go
  • Instead he cuddled into Jihoon’s chest almost immediately
  • You heard your boyfriend whine in protest causing you to laugh at his childish noises
  • You thought it was cute how well your son got along with Jihoon
  • Hoshi on the other hand had a different idea
  • Both of you were beyond excited when you finally took your baby home
  • It was basically the start of a new life for the both of you
  • You guys were perfectly content with the way things were
  • That was until you found out how hard it could be to take care of a new born
  • Your son loved to keep you up at night
  • Either he would fuss in his sleep because of what not
  • Or he just wouldn’t go to sleep
  • It drove you nuts
  • But Soonyoung on the other hand did whatever it took to make sure his son was happy and healthy
  • He would sit in the nursery for hours if he had to just to make sure his son was sleeping properly
  • You son had always been a chatterbox much like his father
  • He would always babble off to you guys in his little baby language
  • Soonyoung would absolutely cherish each moment he got with his son
  • It would range anything from changing diapers to cuddling with his son during movie nights
  • He knew that he was going to have to go off and promote soon and he didn’t want to miss a second of his baby boy
  • Lucky enough for him he was there to hear his baby to say his first word
  • Once the words “appa” came out of his mouth he had Soonyoung melting
  • Hoshi was disappointed when the day came to him having to leave the two of you behind
  • You reassured him that everything would be okay
  • Being your best friend he trusted you and wished you and your son the best of luck
  • Soonyoung was pretty upset when he found out that he missed some of  the major milestones in his baby’s life
  • Such as his first steps
  • But you made sure to get a video of it for him so he could watch it for himself
  • After nights upon nights of endless video calls
  • Soonyoung finally announced to you that they boys would be home for a couple of months on a short break
  • You were beyond grateful for that
  • It wasn’t that taking care of a baby boy on your own was hard
  • It’s just that no one could take care of your son better than your boyfriend
  • The second Soonyoung got home he could not let go of your son
  • He wouldn’t put him down for even a second
  • He even slept with your baby in his arms
  • You knew your son meant everything to Hoshi
  • Soonyoung made sure that he never missed another moment in your son’s life
  • Even with his crazy tour schedules and you guys getting married somewhere in between
  • He managed to always be there for your boy
  • And you honestly couldn’t ask for a better father for your baby
  • Your son (surprise surprise) was a trouble maker
  • You always found yourself going to his school and sitting in the principal’s office to listen to what weird prank your son pulled this time
  • One time you got a call but you couldn’t make it due to a job interview you had
  • So you sent Soonyoung
  • Which turned out to be a mistake
  • When he came home you asked him how the meeting went and all he did was give you a straight face and a straight forward answer
  • “i got him expelled. no man talks about my son like that”
  • You mentally facepalmed because lets be honest everyone saw this coming
  • So now you had to find a new school for your son
  • Soonyoung had explained his problem to the rest of the boys
  • Jihoon spoke up saying that his own son went to a pretty strict school that would help with his son’s trouble-making tactics
  • So the two of you decided to give it a go
  • And it actually worked pretty well
  • Your son got called down to the principal’s office fewer and fewer times as the year went on
  • He still was the talkative prankster that you guys raised but you wouldn’t want it any other way
  • Fast forward to his high school years
  • These were probably the most eventful parts of your son’s life
  • High school had always been a major part of discovering who a person is
  • But oh was this ever the adventure
  • Your son had a hard time discovering who he really was
  • For the longest time you would always find him coming home with a new girlfriend like every week
  • You were kind of confused because you never really thought that your son would be the type to go through so many girls at once
  • It wasn’t until one day when Soonyoung got home that he found his son making out with Jihoon’s son on the sofa
  • At first he was just confused as to what was happening
  • He wasn’t upset just confused
  • So out of the heat of the moment he kind of kicked Jihoon’s son out
  • He didn’t mean for it to be in a mean way
  • He did sit his son down and talk to his son about what he just saw
  • Your son seemed pretty petrified at the fact that his father caught him making out with a boy
  • He started apologizing to Hoshi for kissing a boy
  • Soonyoung cut him off and stopped his rambling saying that it was okay and that he wasn’t mad
  • He explained that he was just confused and that he still loved his son no matter what he decides to identify as
  • So that’s how your son came out as gay to Hoshi
  • He wanted to keep it just between them for a while
  • Eventually they did tell you and you basically had the same reaction as Soonyoung
  • Jihoon on the other hand was more bewildered than the rest of you guys when finding out
  • But he knew that if your son was anything like Soonyoung that he would take care of his son right
  • I mean, you ended up pretty okay in the hands of Soonyoung
  • …so far…
  • lmao jk
  • After your son was accepted into college the two of you couldn’t help but start to feel lonely
  • Even though your son hasn’t left yet
  • You guys didn’t like the feeling of having no one to take care of
  • The boys suggested you guys adopt Chan
  • But that was already out of the question because he was basically grown and married at this point
  • So Soonyoung had the great idea of fostering some kids for a while
  • And it actually turned out to be a great idea
  • So when your son graduated and left for college
  • One of the local foster homes sent the two of you a pair of teenage twin girls and a little boy to take care of
  • Soonyoung basically treated them exactly as if they were his own children
  • As much as you wanted to adopt them you both knew that you just didn’t have the time to go through all of that work
  • So settling for watching them grown and deal with their own problems suited well for you
  • You told them that when they were ready to be out there on their own that they were always welcome back at your home
  • And the three of them couldn’t be any more grateful for that
  • It turns out that one of the twins ended up getting married to Chan’s youngest son
  • So it wasn’t like you wouldn’t ever see them again after that
  • Plus you were their home
  • She even asked Soonyoung to walk her down the aisle
  • And as for your own son
  • He did too end up getting married to Jihoon’s son
  • You were beyond happy for him and it brought you to tears seeing the boy you raised grow into such a wonderful man
  • And to think that all of this started just because you and your best friend were drunk talking about his dick
  • But you wouldn’t want your story to happen any other way

|| S.Coups || Jeonghan || Joshua || Jun || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi || DK || Mingyu || The8 || Seungkwan || Vernon || Dino ||

The House of What’s Left

Summary: You had always loved Jungkook, but he never knew what he had until it was far too late. 


For the anon who requested this: “Angsty Jungkook scenario?? Maybe where he says he doesn’t love you anymore and you leave him, but then he feels his world is falling apart and you know?”

Writer’s note: I hate this. I hate this so much. OMFG I’m so sorry that I’m even posting this but oh well. 

For the past fifteen years, you’d loved a man named Jeon Jungkook.  For fifteen years, you were with a man you considered your soulmate. He was the one man that beat out all the rest for your affection, and in return, you were the one woman who captured his attention with just the power of your voice and the look in your eyes. You thought that he could make you happy, that one day you could have a house where children padded barefoot and squealed when you tried to give them baths.

For ten years, you’d spent your life with his ring adorning your finger. For ten years you’d kissed his cheek before work and again when you came home from your own job. For ten years you’d made dinner for him or picked it up on your way home from the office. For ten years you sat curled into his side on the couch while the two of you had your weekly movie night sessions. For ten years you wrestled with him when you decided you wanted the remote and he wasn’t willing to give it up. For ten years you laughed with him, dreamed with him, and held his hand while he cried from the emotional success of his career. For ten years, you clung to a man who had promised to love you forever and always.

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Imagine Chris realizing he’s in-love with you. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B, yay! This is honestly taking so long, I’m so sorry. The two of them are just insufferable. 😂 (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A) Enjoy! X

You decided to skip the date with Sam after seeing Chris at your doorstep. You wanted to go, but you couldn’t do it; you couldn’t pretend to be interested in another man. So you left him- looking politely pissed as he was a nice guy and it was fairly obvious you were lying- with the excuse of a family emergency. Sam, compared to the other guys you’d agreed to date before you met Chris, was amazing; he shared your interests, he cared about you, he was funny and good looking and so ridiculously nice. You would’ve been lucky to date him, and you wouldn’t have mind if you had to date him, but that shouldn’t have been how it felt.

Falling in-love shouldn’t have felt like a chore, or like you were settling. You should have felt excitement and passion, but no, you felt nothing. Sam could’ve kissed you and you would’ve felt nothing because your mind would be thinking about Chris and how his lips would feel on yours instead. You knew when you said yes to Sam that you shouldn’t have, now you’d hurt the feelings of the nicest guy in your class because you couldn’t admit the one you were in-love with was Chris.

And now you were too late.

Since you couldn’t go home in fear of running into Chris, you spent your time wandering a mall instead. You bought things you didn’t need to distract yourself because retail therapy was something you always found incredibly effective. You then went to a movie alone, ‘Gifted’ was the movie you decided to watch. Again. This time, however, you entered the theatre feeling more vulnerable than when you watched it the first time. You were lucky there weren’t many people watching a 8:50PM movie on a Thursday night, because you sobbed like a baby and it wasn’t just because of the movie.

The second you saw Chris on screen, you broke down. He was the one and you weren’t going to get the life every being dreamed of when they found their soulmate. There wasn’t going to be a cute proposal, or a wedding. There wasn’t going to be a nice house, or a picket fence, or mini versions of you and him running around. There wasn’t going to be a surprise trips to Rome. There weren’t going to be articles about the two of you being a power couple, or taking home six Oscars with the film you made together. God, you weren’t even going to get to dance with him in your backyard listening to Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’, because life wasn’t perfect and you couldn’t just write a story and expect it to come true.

The movie ended around 11:00PM and you took a cab back to your apartment. In the cab, when you finally turned on your phone- you saw text messages from both Ava and Chris. Ava sent you about five because she was understandably worried and confused by your absence in the apartment. You’d left at 1:30PM for a coffee date, you should’ve been home by 4:00PM at the latest. Ava knew you; you weren’t the type to prolong anything on the first date, especially considering the one you loved wasn’t the one you were with. You sent her a quick ‘I’m okay, on my way home’ text, then replied to Chris’ one which simply asked “are you okay?” Your thumb hovered over the send button as you reread your reply “no, we need to talk.” Were you really going to tell him now? Now that he was in a relationship with someone he undoubtedly could have forever with? Are you honestly that selfish? No, you weren’t. You deleted your four words and responded with a simple one, “perfect.”

The lights were out in the apartment by the time you arrived home, which meant Ava had gone to bed. She’d received and replied to your text; she knew you were okay now, so you’d didn’t blame her for not waiting up even though you could’ve used some company. It was nearly midnight and Ava had classes in the morning, unlike you who didn’t have anything on Fridays. You passed her room on the way to yours and quietly opened her door to leave a bag from Topshop by the foot of her bed; there was a dress you saw that you needed her to have.

“Hey,” you flinched when you heard her voice speak to you in the dark. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied with a forced smile that you were glad she couldn’t see and decipher. But she knew, she could hear it in your voice. “I’m sorry I worried and woke you,” you whispered, patting her foot through her blanket. “Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“There’s something for you in your room,” she told you before rolling over to go back to sleep.

You quietly made your way back out, closing the door behind you. Your eyes narrowed as you walked to your room, you pushed open your ajar door and saw the bouquet of roses Chris had said were Ava’s and an envelope sitting on your bed. You lowered your shopping bags onto the ground and sat down on the edge of your bed as you picked the envelope up. It felt heavy, like there was a long, long letter waiting inside for you. You could tell by the handwriting that it was from Chris, you loved the way he’d scrawl everything else but write your name with utter perfection. You stared at it for a little while, contemplating whether or not you should read it. What could it have been? He always spoke to you in person, why did he need a letter now? Was this a letter ending your friendship because he was in a relationship now and the two of you were too close for Scarlett’s liking? You’d never even met the woman before, could she have known? You were terrified to read it, because what if after reading it, Chris was no longer in your life?

“Grow some fucking balls, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself before carefully ripping the envelope. You were right about it being a long letter, it was at least four pages. You decided to get comfortable before you started reading because you had a feeling it was going to be a bit of a read. Just in case, you grabbed your tissue box and settled it on your lap.

“He wrote a story,” you mumbled to yourself as soon as you caught sight of the first sentence.

She opened the letter wondering what he could possibly have to say to her, wondering why he couldn’t just say it to her in person. She was an irrational person with thoughts beyond herself; an imagination so wild and expectations so high that it both amazed and scared him. He knew when he gave her the letter that her mind would’ve had a hundred thoughts going at full speed before she even read it. She’d think a thousand bad things, and one good, because that was the kind of person she was; she spent her life searching for greatness and striving for perfection that she didn’t believe she deserve. She’d question everything good in her life, like they were just part of a vivid dream that she would wake up from. He was one of those things she questioned, and he didn’t understand it. To him, she was part of the vivid dream he was afraid he’d wake from. To him, he was the lucky one who didn’t deserve a girl like her.

The further she read, the more she realized he was writing her a letter because he felt the same way she did. She knew now why he chose to write instead of speak, because she was the same; she used written words as a way to articulate the constellation of thoughts she couldn’t use spoken words to. She also used her writing as a shield to hide behind so no one could see her cry, or hear how fast her heart was beating. She used writing to make sure she was the only voice one heard, and that was what he needed from her now; to hear him and nothing else.

How was that, Y/N? I’m not as big of a fan as English as you are, but I think I kind of nailed it. I just needed that to capture your attention as well as give you a bit of an introduction to what this letter is going to be about. You’re a writer, an incredibly talented writer, so you should be able to read between the lines of the first two paragraphs and realize that I, too, am in-love with you.

Yes, you read correctly.

I am in-love with you. Read it, read it again. I don’t care how many times you read that line, or this whole letter- I just need you to hear me and understand me. I am in-love with you, Y/N, and I want to be with you. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you, I just couldn’t until I figure out why I loved you. I didn’t want to start something with you based on an illusion, and I didn’t want to love you because of the series. I wanted to be sure that what I was feeling- what we were feeling was because of who we are when we’re together now, not who were are when we’re in the story. I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to be with you because I did, and I do. From the moment I saw you at that check in talking to that little boy, Jasper, I wanted to be with you. Then you snapped at me and- God, I knew you were the one. I’m sorry I let fear get in the way, I’m sorry I wasted so much time not being the man you needed. But no more, I’m done being just friends.

I want more, I want a life with you. I’m sorry if I’m being too straight forward, but that is what I want. I know you’re only turning twenty and you’ve got this whole life ahead of you, so I’m not asking you to marry me. Yet. I’m going to marry you, oh- you bet I’m going to marry you. But I don’t have to marry you now, I’m very capable of waiting. I’ve waited almost thirty-six years to meet you, I can wait a little while longer to marry and start a life with you. I want you to go pursue your dreams first, write a screenplay for a big production company and win an Oscar. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way, just as I hope you will be there for me as I continue on my career’s journey.

I wouldn’t normally do something this extreme and futuristic, but you’re not a normal girl. You are the kind of girl who plans her entire life to the tee, you appreciate long term commitments and you don’t do causal well. You’re amazing and I’d be an idiot to let you walk away from me, even my mom said so. You haven’t met her, but she loves you already. If you agree to being with me, you can come with me to Boston on Sunday for the week. I’d love to spend some time with you (as your boyfriend) and have you meet my family before I have to go film Infinity War. I know this is a lot to process in a short amount of time, but I have a feeling you’ve thought about this before so it shouldn’t be hard for you to come up with an answer.

Call me when you’re ready to talk?

You read the last line and nearly fell face first as scrambled to your feet, grabbing your house keys and phone from your bag. There was no way you were going to just call him, you needed to see him in person. The smile on your face since reading the line 'I, too, am in-love with you’ hadn’t faltered. Christopher Robert Evans was in-love with you. It was time to go and do what Ava advised, “just grab that man and kiss him already.”

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Part 5

Player || Jack Maynard

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Word Count: 1k+

Summary: Jack was a fuckboy before he met (Y/N), and discovered the man he truly wanted to be. 

A/N: I hope you guys like this, I worked quite hard on it and it was a lil challenging but nonetheless, I think it’s kinda cool!!xo

Jack Maynard was a notorious player; a guy who cared more about his reputation than he did his wellbeing. There was no way that anyone you knew was going to be the least bit happy for you when you somehow plucked up the courage to tell them that you and Jack were dating.

When you were only a few weeks into your relationship, Jack started to spend more and more time at your place. His Friday nights went from spending all night inna club to spending all night with you, from movie nights to random dates that gave you both an excuse to go to the places that you’d always wanted to go.

He still loved going out, and he still did go out, but he no longer got so drunk that he couldn’t look after himself, nor did he spend the whole night focusing on which girl looked like shed be good in bed. instead, he did what he should’ve been doing every night when he went out with the boys, he hung out with them, and played drinking games that were more fun than reputation ally beneficial.

The boys started to pick up on the changes, and they all began to suspect that something was happening. From the way he was posting videos more regularly and looked like he was enjoying making them so much more, and the way sometimes he didn’t even go out with them; using the excuse that he was either too tired or too busy.

It wasn’t exactly a secret, to his family or his friends or even to his fans, that there was someone new in his life that had changed his prospective on things. The fans began to speculate, and so did each and every one of the boys. They started investigating, trying to find clues and eventually, giving up, and deciding that the only way to find out what was really going on was to ask Jack directly.

And then, there was (Y/N), who knew for a fact that if her friends found out that she was dating Jack, they wouldn’t let her live it down for even a second. The lectures would be long and unbearable and even just the thought of the disapproving looks that she’d receive from them haunted her dreams.

She was sure now, after six months of dating without anyone finding out, that she was well and truly in love with Jack Maynard. He was still the same cocky, self obsessed boy he always had been, but now he knew that there was more to life than staying out util three am and then sleeping in until four in the afternoon.

You were the drug he needed to become addicted to, one that’d distract him and change his bad habits into ones that he’d always wanted to have but was never quite able to cling on to.

And then, on a Tuesday night, she and Jack were sat in his living room, the spare duvet draped over their entwined body as she lays directly on-top of him, chest to chest, her head lying on his chest as she watches the TV and plays with the material of his shirt absentmindedly.

Jack was scrolling down his twitter feed, and had gone about tweeting some song lyrics, something he’d started doing late at night just to amuse himself with the curious replies from people who either didn’t know the song or wanted to know its significance.

Tonight was one of those nights where you just didn’t want to do anything, and so you made the mutual decision to just stay inside and do absolutely nothing; just be lazy and watch trashy TV shows that were made ten times better by Jack’s sarcastic commentary.

You were so caught up in everything, so at ease in Jack’s arms, that even when he pulled out his phone and started filming a silent snapchat video of you both, you didn’t even notice. You simply stayed snuggled into Jack’s shirt, your eyes trained on the TV with a soft smile on your face.

After ten seconds, he hesitates for a moment before posting the video to his story and locking his phone seconds after, shoving it down the back of one of the couch cushions and wrapping his arms around her even tighter. This was where he wanted to be, not out on the town having hardly any fun, but here, with his love in his arms and a sense of love and adoration clouding around them.

He reaches his arm out and grabs a handful of popcorn, eating some himself and even putting some into (Y/N)’s mouth when she opened it expectantly, causing him to chuckle and her to giggle in response, chewing on the piece of corn.

“Baby, can I ask you something?” He asks quietly, tracing circles on the exposed skin on her back beneath the blanket. She hums and loos up at him through her lashes, smiling at him lovingly as he leans down and presses a kiss on her forehead before continuing. “I want to be with you, forever. And I know that maybe I wasn’t the best person before you came along, but with your help I became the person I always wanted to be. I’m so much happier with my youtube channel and just my life in general, and none of that would’ve been possible without you.”

When he pauses and smiles at her gently, she furrows her brows and traces his jawline softly. “Where are you going with this?”

Jack parts his lips to speak, but pauses for a moment and simply stares into her eyes. “Would you be mad at me if I told you that I put a video of us cuddling up on snapchat?”

She rolls her eyes and looks up at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you asking me that out of curiosity, or have you already done it?”

He grins sheepishly. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I want everyone to know that it was you who made me the man I’m proud to be, and I love you.”

She giggles and leans up, pressing her hands against his chest and rubbing their noses together softly. “I love you more, you dork.”

And then, then came the bombarding of questions from friends, from family, and especially from fans. But you took it all in your stride, because you loved eachother more than you loved alone else on the planet, and you could survive anything together.

Moonlit [Lafayette x Reader]

Pairing: Lafayette/Reader

Genre: Smut 

Words: 4.8 k

Synopsis: You’ve been working at summer camp, Camp Rochambeau, as a counsellor for a while with your closest friends and boyfriend. One night, you and Laf can’t keep your hands off each other… so you’ll have to find a way to sneak something in in the dark of his bunk.  

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk… I think that’s it, lol. Enjoy the sin! 

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Her Instinct - Chapter 17


The Cover Photo for this Chapter is the 2nd Place Winner of the Her Instinct Cover Contest by @AmandaHargrave (wattpad & twitter). Congrats again!~


This chapter was inspired by the song “Still Got Time” by ZAYN feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR. Feel free to listen as you read!

Chapter 17: Business or Pleasure

Forensics class droned on for what felt like an eternity, but I didn’t really care. My mind was back in my room with Mr. Leto. Chills spread all over my body as I recalled it all. That small glimpse of what it must be like to be with him everyday. Together. Alone. I think I could do that forever.

“So I heard about you and my Dad.” Allegra leaned

I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“Huh?” I panicked.

“He said he came to check up on you?”

“Oh yeah, ” I sighed in relieve.

Gosh. That was too much.

“Why do parents always have to check on us and what we’re doing? It’s not like my Dad would have found you with some guy over the house. I mean, it’s you for Heaven’s sake –‘Innocent Little Kerri’” she giggled.

If you only knew, Allegra, I’d make your head spin.

“I’m not that innocent, Allegra.” I tried to defend myself.

“You are so” she whispered playfully as the teacher walked by. “Name a guy you’ve kissed.” She demanded.


How do I explain this?

“You see…”

“Save it, Kerri. I know everything about you.”

“That’s why I worked out a little something for you.”

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Alright so I finally wrote part 2 of the stepsiblings au and it’s super short because even though i took forever to finish it college is a thing and it’s an absolute nightmare I’m so sorry oml

This a musical-verse modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part two, part one is here!

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Too Many Lies ● Jooheon

Originally posted by wonhobe

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader + Wonho as your brother (feat. I.M)

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: A few swears, nothing life-changing

Word count: 1612

Note: I feel like I rambled a bit so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect. It’s a bit long lol


Fridays were your favourite time of the week–you knew you wouldn’t have to wake up early in the morning, and most of the time your boyfriend, Jooheon, could get a few hours away from his schedule to hang out. It was the only day of the week that you were able to see him, with the occasional coffee date in between, which was mostly due to the fact that if your brother, Hoseok, were to find out you were dating one of his best friends he would absolutely lose his mind. No, you had reasoned, for now you were happy the way it was.

Changkyun, the youngest in Jooheon’s friendship group, was more perceptive than most others–he also had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You and Jooheon had been a victim of this unhealthy habit when he had stumbled into a room you had been in. It wasn’t a gruesome sight or anything, you had only been hugging, but even Changkyun could tell it hadn’t been a friendly hug. He had been sworn to secrecy, which he was happy with as long as he didn’t get kicked out every time you wanted to talk together. And as long as you invited him to your hangouts every now and then.

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I LOVE, L-O-V-E this so much! It’s so complicated and I have no idea what I’m doing next with this, but I love it! So here it is… maybe the intro is a little boring, but I think I finally did something interesting with V, I feel like I never do him justice…

So hope you like this as much as I do!

You sigh, anticipating all the work you gonna have putting these records in order and removing the dust. All of this may sound dreadful or boring, but you honestly like being here by yourself. No, not by yourself, you have Aretha Franklin, Bernadete Peters, Freddie Mercury and so many more amazing people’s company. All of them have so much to tell you and you definitely have all the time to listen.

Working at your uncle’s records store started as a summer job, you didn’t want to spend the school break with your father, so you used this as an excuse. Yes, you needed the job to buy… tickets for a BTS concert, yes, that’s what you told your father. You just didn’t tell him that the concert happened and you didn’t go.

Not that you don’t like your father, but he’s been acting weird the past few years. He’s becoming overprotective and surly. He says it’s because you’re young, innocent and tend to try seeing the best in everyone. But you know, and he probably does too, that he’s like this because you’re starting to resemble your mother too much. He let her go, he couldn’t risk letting you go too.

And he’s not, you tell yourself, this is about enjoying freedom. People tend to think freedom has to do with wide landscapes in the mountains or in the beach, but sometimes, freedom has to do with being behind a old store’s balcony that smell like mold and listening to dusty vinyl records or CDs.  That’s what freedom means to you.

You always liked music, and music runs in this family’s veins. Your mother used to be a singer at a jazz band, maybe she still is? You don’t see her for… 3, 4  years? You’re not mad at her, she’s finally enjoying her freedom after that long and stressful process of divorce. Your uncle, owner of this store, was a one hit wonder in the 80s, one of many that popped up with some cheesy rock ballad that, once it enters your mind, doesn’t leave and you keep humming the song until it pisses yourself off.

And then there’s you, the only child of this frustrated jazz singer and a lawyer, the girl who joined the musical theatre club in her new school and watched as it was closed due to some budget cut. You miss that club, some people, and all those songs. Showtunes are amazing! They are so powerful and vibrant! Patti Lupone, Liza Minelli, Barbra Streisand… so many different talents representing a whole genre! A Chorus Line, Rent, Chicago… yeah, Chicago is dope!

You were listening to “Mr. Cellophane” and singing along when this tall guy with blue hair and sunglasses walked in. You didn’t notice him, as you had your back to the door, singing, replacing “mister” for “miss” in the lyrics and just… living the song, while you piled those records in a higher shelf.

Then you heard this clearing throat sound and turned to see the blue haired guy, smiling at you, with his hands on his pockets. Shit!

“H-Hi!” you stuttered, jumping from the stool and giving little taps on your pants, trying to get rid of the dust in your hands. “Can I help you?”

“Yes. I’m looking for a record.”

“Well, we have plenty of them!” he chuckled, oh, his smile is… dreamy…

“Yes, I should be more specific. I’m looking for Patti Smith?”


“Close. Radio Ethiopia.”

“You’re in luck! Last copy!” you told as you reached for the record in the shelf next to the door, behind him. “And this is one of those albums my uncle puts a symbolic price on, so pay as much as you want or can pay.” Judging from his clothes and glasses, how much he could pay wouldn’t be a problem…


“Yeah, my uncle says you can’t put a price on true art, so…”

“So if I want to take this for free?”

“You can, but it would be pretty douchy.” Shit! Your uncle already scolded you for talking back to customers like this. Stupid!

“I agree.” And there’s that smile again. Shit! What is this sudden heat in your cheeks? “So I hope this is enough for true art?” you widen your eyes, this is… more than enough, it’s… too much, actually.

“Oh, uhm… you don’t need to…”

“I can pay as much as I want or can pay, right? I can and I want to pay this.” His tone is playful, but you can notice he’s a little annoyed, shouldn’t have called him a douchy…

“Well, okay…” you take the money reluctantly. “Anything else?”

“Do you have Cher?”

“Pre or post-actress carrer?”


“Second shelf in your right, third row. No, fourth row, actually.” You reorganized Cher in the summer.

He flipped through the records, and you headed back to the balcony, taking a chance to admire his features. How old could he be? 19, maybe 20? He looked like those wealth kids who decide to abandon his family business to go into a self-discovering journey to some place with rivers and waterfalls.

“I’ll take these two too. I guess your uncle doesn’t consider these true art.”

“He likes Cher as in Sonny & Cher.” He nods, looking really interested in this total random fact about your uncle.

“Are you from here? I never saw you around.” Oh, talking about being random…

“I moved in a couple of months. You?” you… don’t really like talking about yourself.

“Born and raised here. But I’m leaving for college next month.” Okay, no self-discovering journey, then.

“Cool. What will you study?”

“Fotography.” Yes, that suits this little character you just made up for him in your mind. “You?”

“I’m…not going to college.” Not now, and probably never. Your father can’t afford this. “ I mean, I need to survive high school first.”



“Well, I’ll be a freshman too pretty soon.” Cocky bastard. “Where do you go to?”

“Daykey High School” his smile widens. So… beautiful…

“Have you ever heard about Jihyun Kim?”

“No…?” some of his friends?

“Oh, people usually know him as V.” oh… yeah, it rings a bell.

“He used to play bass on that band, what’s the name? Uhm… Mysterious…”

“Mystic Messenger.”

“Yeah! Fucking weird name!” you scoff and he chuckles.

“Well, V named it.”

“V was probably high on something.” You notice he gets a little surprised at your response.

“You bet.” He takes his glasses off, and you feel this shiver rolling down your spine, his eyes are… mesmerizing… you could look at his eyes forever…but forever  doesn’t last long as this blonde girl storms inside the store.

“Honey, did you forget to meet me at the dress store?”

“Sorry, honey. I just found this record store and thought I could find something. Look at this, Patti Smith! And I was almost for free!” LIAR!

“Ugh, sweetie, you need to stop reliving the dead.”

“Patti Smith is alive.” You say, immediately regretting for letting her notice you were paying attention to their conversation.

“Yeah… whatever. Can we go? The dust here is closing my throat, we don’t need another problem like that, do we?”

Oh, you actually know her, she’s a senior at your school! Yes, you remember seeing her during the senior meet freshman gathering on your first day. She’s… even more beautiful dressed this casually and with her hair free of the ponytail she usually has. Oh, and she sings in that weird band, Mystic Messenger or whatever. Or she used to… didn’t she leave because she’s being hired as a backing vocal for Taylor Swift? That’s the rumor on why she left… so what is she doing here?

“Okay, my sun. Let’s grab a lunch and I’ll take you home so you can get your meds.” My sun? You can’t hold back a scoff, looking at the money, then you raise your head and find both of them looking at you. Shit!

“Yeah, the mold… is making my throat close too.” You cough, and it’s actually pretty convincing… isn’t it? Judging from her face, it’s not.

“Come ooonnn!” she whines.

“Yes, get the car started, my flower. I’ll be there in a minute.” She walks away, stomping. Maybe she knows being called a flower it’s kinda ridiculous?

“Well, it was nice to meet you. Oh, and I agree with your uncle, you can’t put a price on true art, so I was wondering if you would lend your voice for free?”  What?

You look puzzled as he takes a crumpled paper out of his wallet and hands to you. Oh, you recognize it! It’s a poster, it was hanging everywhere in the hallways. Yes, that band is looking for a new lead singer. What is he saying? Oh… he listened to you singing! Shit! You held back all of your embarrassment, but now you couldn’t hide it anymore…

“They’re holding auditions until Friday.” What? Does he really think you will audition for this? Why would you even do that?

“V, I swear to God if you don’t come right now…” the girl shows up again. Wait… V? Oh… FUCK!

“Just think about it. You have an amazing voice, you can really show your talent there. Oh, and if you want to get high sometimes, I heard their former bass player throws great parties.” He winks at you, you would be blushing if you weren’t completely dead.

You closed the door at night and went home, the crumpled paper in your jacket pocket. That’s what happens when you try to flirt, right? First, the guy already has a girlfriend. Second, you called him a pot-head in his face. So… stupid!

But you can’t stop thinking about what he said… he said your voice was amazing… no! He said it was true art! Like Patti Smith! TRUE ART! Well… to be honest, you know you sing well, otherwise you wouldn’t have been accepted in the musical theater club, which was closed a little after you joined… no, but it wasn’t your fault… they cut the program so the soccer team could have a bus for the state championship or… you don’t really remember the excuse the principal gave.

Truth is, you miss singing, you miss the stage. You’re generally very introvert, but when you’re up on a stage… you feel like you could drink from the audience’s attention all over you. Yes… you enjoy that rush! And you could do anything to feel it again.

And, though you could never admit this clearly, showing up at some V’s party didn’t seem like a bad idea…

But first, you need to face an audition!

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