forgot i had a crush on this guy

Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?

“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.


A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.


“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.


You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”


“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.

My brother’s best friend || D.H.

A/N: This was a lovely request  that I can 100000% relate to. If my brother and his friends ever find my blog than I never wrote this 😏

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by theanomex

It was freezing outside and I was shivering although I was wearing a beanie and a thick woollen scarf. Today of all days the school bus had broken down and I was left in the cold when all I wanted was to just get home. I unlocked my phone and dealt my brothers number, thankfully he picked up right away.

“What’s up little sister?” Phil greeted me, he clearly sounded stressed.  

“Hey, could you pick me up? I think there is a problem with the bus’s engine and I’d freeze to death if I walk all the way home.”

“I’m on my way to this meeting. I told you it’s today, didn’t I? Sorry, sis, I can’t pick you up right now.” Phil indeed sounded immensely sorry.  

“Oh yah, I forgot. Then I will just have to walk.” I said with little motivation. It was surely going to take me about two hours.

“I’ll call Dan. I’m sure he can get you, he’s coming over today anyway.”

Dan. Just the mention of his name made my heart beat faster. I had a huge crush on my elder brother’s best friend. Super cliché, I know. But how could I not crush on such a guy?

I will never tell Phil how I feel about his best friend. He would make it obvious and probably embarrass me in front of him. The chances of Dan liking me back were -11%. Do guys ever go for their friend’s little sister? I don’t think so. At least Dan doesn’t.

“Hop in” Dan told me, as I opened the door to his car.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I shyly smiled at him as I got in.

“I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death. Phil would have killed me if I left you here.” Dan laughed before he started driving again.

Why do guys look 100 times more attractive when driving? I could literally feel my level of nervousness rise by the second. Never had I been all alone with Dan before.

“So, how was school?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

I was glad that he decided to break the silence since I was horrible at starting a conversation.

“You are seriously asking me that?” I grinned as he laughed a little.

“Right, it was as boring as always.” Dan answered for me instead.

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement. Dan took a quick glance at me and shot me a smile.

“Phil said you are staying over today?” I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“Yup, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would I?” I blushed a bit as I said that and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

It was getting pretty warm in the car so I took of my beanie and totally messed up my hair while doing so. It must have looked totally dishevelled because Dan was goofily grinning.

“Well, that’s a look.” He joked as I tried to quickly fix my hair.

“Shut up.” I groaned in embarrassment.

We continued to make small talk and joked around until we arrived at home.

“Thanks again, Dan.” I emphasised after we had both gotten out of the car and I unlocked the front door.

I didn’t know when Phil was going to get back from his meeting, I just knew that I was alone with Dan until then. Normally he would have come over later, but because of the circumstances he was here already. It was just me and him. Just us two. Alone in this house.

I threw my school bag into the corner the second I walked in.

“Looks like you are spending the afternoon with me. I’m the cooler Lester anyway.” I grinned as we both got rid of our coats and boots.

I always get super excited whenever my brother invites Dan over, being alone with him made my heart race and I had to stop my hands from trembling by taking a few deep breaths.

“So, that’s your room. I feel like the last time I was in here there were Barbie dolls all over the floor.” Dan told me, having followed me into my room. He was examining the pictures and posters that decorated my walls.

“You are definitely exaggerating.” I laughed “Do you wanna order pizza and play video games?” I asked Dan and as soon as those words had left my mouth his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later we were sat in front of the TV, both holding a controller.

“Why are so good at this?” Dan asked me. He was clearly impressed and surprised.

“Who do you think plays these games with Phil when you are not here.” I answered, trying not to give away the fact that I was very much enjoying Dan’s admiration.

This afternoon was all I had ever hoped for. I have always been a bit jealous of Phil and everybody else who could see Dan whenever they wanted to. Now I was finally spending some time with him and it was going incredible well.

“You are going down, Howell.” I exclaimed halfway through the game. I was certain that I was going to win.

“You actually think you can stand a chance against me? That’s cute.” He said as if he was talking to a toddler and ruffled my hair.

“Dan! You messed my hair up again.” I complained as I tried to fix it for the second time today.

“Honestly, nothing can beat the way your hair looked in my car today.” He admitted, smirking.

I like to wear beanies okay? I prefer being warm over beautiful.

“Don’t be mean!” I whined and playfully hit his left shoulder.

“I said it’s a look. That’s a compliment!” Dan threw his hands up in defence and grinned at me like a fool.

“Okay, then stop flirting with me.” I told him jokingly, probably taking it a little bit too far in an attempt to be funny. He must’ve thought I’m a total loser. To my utter surprise, he blushed. I made Daniel Howell blush!

“I wasn’t trying to flirt with you.” He stuttered wide eyed. His cheeks were still red and he wasn’t concentrating on the game anymore.

“I know.” I assured him. The rush of excitement slowly vanished as I could feel my heart sink. Of course, he wouldn’t flirt with me. I knew that. Why would I expect anything else?

“Yeah, you’re Phil’s sister. I would never.” Dan babbled, trying to make it sound like he was totally revolted about the idea of me and him together.

“I know.” I repeated awkwardly, trying my best to not sound hurt.

“Can we continue-“ I started but Dan cut me off.

“Like, I would never. Phil would hate me - or even kill me. It’s not like I’m interested in you. And you are definitely not into me, right?” He rambled. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself instead of talking to me.

He didn’t even give me the time to answer before he was thinking out loud again.

“You are off limits. One just doesn’t kiss one’s best friend’s sister. Even if I wanted to which I certainly don’t and-“ He stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. His eyes were burning into my skin. We just stared at each other for a second before his lips crashed down on mine.

He was eagerly kissing me, stabilizing my head with his hand. I kissed back, like I had kissed him a million times before. This had to be a dream, right? Suddenly I wasn’t thinking anymore, it was like my brain had shut down and my heart and emotions had taken over. My inside was tingling, and I was nearly bursting with joy.

It was a quick but intense kiss and after we broke apart I was overwhelmed with what had just happened. Did Dan just actually kiss me?

“Didn’t you say you weren’t flirting with me and that you certainly don’t want to kiss me?” I asked Dan and although I wanted to tease him, I had an extremely huge smile on my face.  

“Yeah, that wasn’t exactly true. I was just trying to convince myself, but honestly kissing you is worth getting killed by your brother.” Dan was smiling too and shyly scratching the back of his head.

I just stared at him like a fool and he stared right back. We were both wearing big smiles and I was already fantasizing about kissing him again.

“Don’t tell Phil, but I -“ Dan started, but he was interrupted.

“Don’t tell Phil what?” Phil himself asked with raised eyebrows as he entered the room, looking at Dan and then at me.

Some announcments of questionably importance:

Don’t expect Reaper’s New Toy updates before the end of the month. I’m pretty busy with other stuff and also, to be honest, I still have too many different ideas about how to continue that and the whole thing is getting frustrating and confused. I need a pause to clear my mind.

On the other side, you’d probably be happy to know that I’m seriously considering to make a sequel for Powerless, and you have to thank a bunch of my friends and fellow followers for that. Still, don’t expect me to get to work on that before this summer, probably.

Since someone asked me about this, I’m not partecipating to the R76 Valentine Event basically for two reasons:

  1. I hate valentine’s (and yet because these have never been happy days for me, I always feel so depressed thinking that the best valentine I had was almost 12 years ago, when my primary school crush bought me some coconut sweets instead of chocolate - I don’t like chocolate - I miss that guy a lot and guess what? His name was Gabriel. OOOOOH!)
  2. I simply forgot about it. I forgot to put a post-it on my desk as I did for the R76Week and time ran out pretty fast, guys. But I bet that my subconscious made it on purpose according to reason n°1.

I’m done here. Thanks for your time! :)
Have a nice week.

His Dirty Little Secret..

Prologue( for new readers)

Hailey Wilson is your typical 16 year old. She prefers books over party’s and where she lives most people don’t agree with that such as Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl at school who looks down on everyone and gets every guy she wants and when she wants.

Luke Hemmings is your typical bad boy, he has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He prefers girls or anything and he likes to make peoples life a living hell at school and one of those people happen to be Hailey…

but what happens when they both realise they are each other’s new neighbours??

  • Before you start reading i will let you know a few things..
  • The story has changed a little i have re-written some characters and taken people out.
  • I have changed Haileys attitude and re-written parts.
  • You may have noticed i changed the title as well, the story line is still going to be the same but just a little different.
  • Luke is still going to be the ass he was the first time around.
  • I don’t want to tell you guys too much because that will spoil it..
  • i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 1-

From the bad boy at school to my next door neighbour..

Hailey’s Pov 

My alarm kept ringing and ringing meaning it was time for school, i groaned as i rolled around and turned it off.

i layed back and stared up at the ceiling.

Weekends go by so fast, i stayed up way to late last night.

i just couldn’t put this new book i got down, it’s so good.

i got it on Saturday when i was out with Sophie and Lauren and i haven’t been able to put it down.

My mum came walking in to my room and said  "Time for school"

i rolled my eyes at her as she walked out, she doesn’t like when i stay in at the weekends reading.

She want’s me to be more like her when she was my age.

which was going out getting drunk and having unprotected sex with guys no one likes, something girls like to do in this generation.

Me on the other hand i don’t enjoy anything like that, not that i’ve ever gotten drunk or even been to a party but if you took one look at me i would get laughed at if i showed up at a party.  

My friend Lauren like’s to go to a party now and again but i never go, she asks but i just laugh at her when she does.

we have been friends for so long she should know by now i would not be seen dead at a party.

i was just glad Sophie wasn’t into party’s, she more like me thankfully.

i got up out of bed finally and i quickly jumped into the shower because i haven’t showered since Saturday and it’s now Monday morning.

i looked at my wardrobe wandering what to wear, the only thing i own is black skinny jeans and plain t-shirts or hoodies.

but even with my choose of clothing i still get called a nerd, i don’t see myself as a nerd yeah of course i do well in school and i have never missed a day but that’s just because i want to do well.

The worst name i do get called in school is Virgin. It’s such a stupid thing to call someone, i know i can’t be the only person in the whole school who is a virgin.

i’m just open about it,most people at my school aren’t. The popular ones call me and my friends Lauren and Sophie the three virgins even though Lauren has had sex.

they just think there better than us which is really stupid. It doesn’t bother me anymore what they call me, i’ve gotten use to it over the years.

I’ve gone with black skinny jeans and a white plain top with my leather jacket and converse, it’s comfy and at least maybe my mother might agree with my choice.

Once i was finished getting ready to walked down stairs to find my mum in the kitchen patiently waiting for me.

Oh god.

“What took you so long?” was all she said once i walked in..

I gave her a weird look and then i looked at the clock, it’s only 8 o'clock i wasn’t that long.

“I was only 45 minutes and i needed a shower” i said to her as i got my bowl and cereal out for breakfast

She rolled her eyes at me and then she turned and was about to walk out but not before saying

“Well hurry up and eat because i have a meeting early this morning so if you want me to drive you, stop with the back cheek and eat” she said and then she left.

I guess she didn’t get enough sleep, it’s always the same with her one minute she is a loving mother and then next minute it is as if she regrets ever giving birth to you and she tries to show it with every word she says or look she gives you. She is hard to read sometimes.

But she is the worst lair, if she thinks i believe her having these meetings in the morning she is really wrong. I know she is meeting up with another one of her guys for whatever it is.

I don’t know his name i just know there is a guy but that is the normal routine with her, i never find out his name because it doesn’t get that far that i meet him unless i catch her out her with tights around her ankles and the guy on top of her, it has happened quite a few times.

By half 8 we were ready to go and i got in the car yawning,even though i am really tired this morning it was worth it and i know when i go home i will want to read more.

i got a text while i just arrived at school from my friends letting me know that they were already inside and so was Luke.

Luke hemmings.

i wished just wished that one day he would take a day off, for being a bad boy he always manages to come to school of course he misses classes but he still makes an appearance every day.

i’ve never hated someone so much than i do him, he is the whole reason why people started calling me a virgin.

It happened a year ago, i stuck up for myself and told him off something no one dares to do at this school but i felt confident and i was sick of him thinking he owned the school and ever since then he hasn’t stopped trying to make my life hell.

He’s the typical bad boy in our school, he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing and loads of tattoos, his hair is always dyed a different colour each week. He will be bald by the times he’s 20 i bet.

people say when his dad left things changed for him but no one really knows what happened to him 2 years ago.

Mondays aren’t bad for classes i only have 5 and they last 2 hours roughly each, it helps that i’m a good pupil as well so my day goes by quick so i can get back to my book.

i knew my friends were in the cloakroom already but i needed the toilet so i headed their first once i got my books out of my locker.

I walked out of the bathroom but of course my luck i managed to hit someone with the door on my way out.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” i said as i turned to apologise to whoever i hit and then i realised who it was.

“Watch where you’re going nerd” she said

That was Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl in the school.

She is the one who most people are scared off, she has long blonde hair and the makeup.

She wear the shortest clothes i have ever seen someone wear, if it isn’t a short skirt it’s short tops.

There is something else about her that everyone is scared of,it’s who she hangs around with..

Luke Hemmings.

They are always on and off, it’s hard to tell if they are together or not.

If you ask me they are perfect for one another both as bad as each other.

She looks down at everyone for no reason all because she is the captain of the cheerleader squad, she is second person on my list of people i hate.

i walked to the cloak room and saw my friends

“Good morning”

 Sophia said “ Morning” then she pointed to Lauren who seemed to not know i was there

“Morning….” i sang into her ear making her jump

“Fuck off Hailey, i have a hanging headache"Lauren said still not lifting her head up

Me and Sophie laughed at her, she must have been out last night well she shouldn’t have drank too much.

We went over who had what class etc.. Me and Sophie had Maths together and then i had Art alone then it was break time and then we all had English together but Lauren doesn’t sit with us. She sits with this boy who she has a crush on.. William graham.

she is the most confident one out of us three but when it comes to him she can hardly get a word out, it’s quite entertaining to watch.

then i have R.E alone and Science alone but i am passing these classes, i always have so i am never bored in class.

I have been so busy thinking about what classes i have today i forgot about what happened this morning.

"Your never going what happened before you guys arrived this morning at school” i said to both of them making them looking weirdly at me.

“What?” they both said

“I was coming out of the bathroom and i hit someone with the door on my way out and guess who it was?” i said

They both shrugged their shoulders and then i continued “ It was Ashleigh, i said sorry but once i realised who it was i wasn’t sorry anymore”

They both laughed and then Lauren said “ I would have paid good money to see the look on her face as you hit her, she needs more than just a door to the face if you ask me”

the bell rang meaning it was time for class..

We just got up as Luke and his with along with Ashleigh and her squad walked past us, they gave us dirty looks and Luke said “ look it’s the 3 virgins hurrying to class” they all laughed as they walked past.

Of course he couldn’t walk past us without saying anything, he makes me sick.

i hated how he just walked around this school like he was god’s gift, i can’t believe at one point i had a crush on him. That was before the tattoo’s and piercings of course.

By break time i was so ready to slap Luke and ready for food.

Art class is the only class i hate not because i can’t draw it’s because i have to deal with Luke and his friends alone.

Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

They are all as bad as each other, Michael doesn’t say much as Luke and Calum would. I have to sit beside Michael in my R.E class and he isn’t as mean or annoying like the other two.

I had been in Art class for almost an hour now and so far i have had 3 pieces of paper thrown at my head by the one and only Luke Hemmings.

Seriously have they not got something better to do? Like um their fucking work.

This is normal routine in Art class, they always throw something at me, a pencil or paper or a rubber. I remember Luke threw a pencil at my head and it hurt and i swore i thought i saw a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes when i turned around angrily at him but he soon covered it up with a smirk.

I picked up one of the pieces Luke threw at me and i opened it to find that he had written Loser in black pen i mean could he not have written something more i don’t know creative?

I knew he was staring at me because i could feel his eyes on me so i looked over at him with the piece of paper in my hand still, he was smirking at me and then he mouthed

“Loser” to me still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s bothered me. He is such a dickhead, I could think of more impressive things to call him.

I gave him a dirty look and then i picked up another  piece of paper he threw at me and walked to the bin and turned to look at him as i threw it in the bin and then i rolled my eyes as i walked back to my seat.

He didn’t look to happy but so what? Maybe it will teach him a lesson that throwing paper at me is getting nowhere and he is just wasting his time and mine.

just when i thought i might have gotten rid of him that bastard pushed me into the lockers, seriously?! What a prick.

One day i am going to push him to see how he likes it.

i walked into the canteen mad as hell, Lauren still look hungover but i didn’t care i slammed my bag down on the table as i sat down making her give me the evils.

i told them what happened, they weren’t surprised about it because it is just a normal routine with him.

the rest of the day went by quick thankfully, Luke never said another word to me or pushed me but he was too busy with his tongue down every girl’s throat so i think that’s why.

Sophie’s mum was giving me a lift home, i didn’t feel like walking home like i usually do so i just got a lift. Lauren had detention for being late last week so she had to stay behind.

When i got dropped off at my house there was a big truck that said “Moving out” at the side in big letters on it just next door.

Finally someone has rented the house next door, it has been empty for weeks and it has been creeping me out lately.

I dropped my bag at my door and i walked over to see who the new neighbours would be hoping they are going to be nice.

As i got closer i saw a woman about 5'4 with short blonde hair walk out of the house looking tired.

She seen me and she smiled so i smiled back and i walked closer over to her.

“Hello i’m Hailey, i live just next door” i said as i stopped in front of her

She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake which i did because it is polite and then she spoke

“Hello i’m Liz, me and my son have just moved today, it’s nice to meet you”

She seemed really nice, i hope her son is nice as well.

“My mum will be home soon if you like you can home next door for a cup of tea? I’m sure you could use a break from moving boxes around” i said nicely to her

“Aw thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you but i’m fine. My son will be here any time now, you should meet him, you are probably the same age” she said

I smiled at her and then all of a sudden a motorbike was heard coming close and then the guy pulled up in the driveway, we both turned to look and Liz smiled.

This must be her son.

“Here is he now” she said

She walked over to him as he was just getting of his bike, i swear i knew that leather jacket from somewhere but i couldn’t figure out where.

He’s very tall and i can tell he is probably attractive.. But i haven’t seen his face yet.

He was just taking off his helmet and Liz waved me over. I kept my head down to the ground because i was shy, i usually am around boys and if he is attractive i don’t want to say something stupid.

The guy turned around just as i approached Liz and then she spoke “ Son this is Hailey Wilson, she is our new neighbour, you guys are around the same age”

I finally lifted my head up to see who her son was and i think i almost died right there.

Her son is Luke Hemmings.

Luke Hemmings who about a couple of hours ago was throwing paper at me and pushed me against the lockers.

Great this is just perfect, i don’t know who looked more shocked.

Me or Luke.

He didn’t smirk at me, he just stared at me. I tore my eyes away from him to see his mum staring between us and then she spoke

“I’m guessing you two know each other already?”

Haha you could say that..

“We um go to the same school” i said quietly

Luke smirked making me wish i was anywhere but here right now

“Oh isn’t this great” Liz said clapping her hands and walking away leaving me and Luke alone.

I took one last look at him before turning, i didn’t want to spend anymore time with him than i needed to.

God not only is he going to make my life hell at school, he is going to make my life at home a living hell too.

So guys i’m back,i didn’t go away for long but i have deleted all of my work and starting fresh.

i wasn’t happy with my writing and i’m sorry if you guys loved my writing but i will be re-writing all my stories and making them better.

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i forgot to tell you guys but you know that crush i have?? yeah she put her hand on my back for like ten seconds. like you know that thing where you’re writing a fanfic and you’ll be like, “they touched a second too long” or something? yeah that was us except she had no need to put her hand on my back in the first place (and for ten seconds!). so yeah it happened a few days ago but i’m still riding on a high from it

Ok so I’m 22 now and I just got thrown back to 8th grade and remembered the most savage thing a teacher has ever done to me.. so keep in mind this was back in the day guys I’m pretty much a grandma we didn’t ever have phones in class like half the people didn’t even own a cell phone yet this was 2007, so it’s like the first week of school and me and my bestie were passing notes, in the note we were talking about who we were crushing on in our class and our teacher fucking took the note, she just fuckin grabbed it and snatched it right out of my hand guys. I was SHOOK. Was she gonna read it? Was she gonna show the guys?? She didn’t say a word she just stormed off to her desk like some BAD shit just went down. We kept staring at her and she left it on her desk, she was hoarding it up there and everyone in the class had their eyes on it, they wanted to know what the note said and we couldn’t let that happen because 8th GRADERS ARE MEAN. The class is dead silent and she had us all reading a book, so we were plotting how to retrieve the note. She KEPT GLARING AT US WITH A SMIRK I’LL NEVER FORGET, she was about to do something. We were waiting for her move. So it’s still dead silent and then we hear the printer going!! What is she printing?! Well then she started passing out the papers and it said “get to know your partner” at the top. Me and my Bff just looked at each other with our eyes wide as hell like she forgot about the note?? But no. She didn’t forget. She wrote the name of our partners in the top corners and guys
She fucking paired us with our crushes. I’m not even kidding u. She made us go home and do homework on them. We had to guess their favorite movie and type of music, the next day came and we had to get with our partners and go over our answers and WHILE I WAS GUESSING HIS FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM SHE JUST DROPPED THE NOTE ON MY DESK. I slammed my hand onto it so hard he probably thought I was having a seizure or something. RIP me

anonymous asked:

Hiii could you write an AU where Jughead and Betty are friends with benefits (not sex necessarily but they make out and all) but neither of them speak up about their feelings so they start teasing each other a bit with like jealous? Thank you!!!

Okay so I made this super PG, like all of my stuff. I hope that’s alright!!!! I like the idea of Jealous!Betty and Jealous!Jughead

It was Betty who started it all. Jughead had been comforting her one day in the Blue and Gold office when suddenly her lips had been on his. Jughead had pulled back, not wanting to take advantage of Betty’s delicate state, but Betty had responded saying that she just needed to distract herself. She needed a break from everything that was going through her mind. Then she had been kissing him again and Jughead hadn’t had the strength to push her away a second time.

They had never talked about it. It had happened a few more times. The first couple times Betty initiated it when she was upset, but Jughead had also made the first move eventually. Soon, they were making out with each other every time they were alone. But they still never talked about it. They stayed friends and acted like nothing unusual was happening when they were around other people.

Jughead really liked Betty, he had liked her before their steamy makeout sessions. He wanted to date her for real, not just kiss and then pretend like it meant nothing. But at the same time, he really enjoyed kissing her and the selfish part of him didn’t want that to stop. He feared if he pushed her or tried to make this something that it wasn’t, she would pull away and he wouldn’t get to kiss her, or maybe even be friends with her. So he stayed silent.

Betty found herself falling for Jughead. She hadn’t meant to, she hadn’t wanted to, it had just happened. It had started as an outlet for her stress. She felt safe with Jughead and kissing him was a welcome distraction. But at some point, she found herself unable to separate her actions from her feelings. Her new feelings scared her, she didn’t want to be hurt again. She didn’t want to be rejected by another one of her friends. So she kept her mouth shut and her feelings to herself.


It was like a punch to Betty’s gut when she walked into the Blue and Gold office and found Jughead sitting close to a girl, their heads bent together over a textbook. They looked up when the door closed behind her. Jughead looked surprised to see her and leaned back from the girl.

“Hi Betty, Sandra and I were just studying for our History test. The student lounge was full so I suggested we come here. I hope that’s okay.” Jughead explained quickly as if Betty had caught him in a compromising position.

“Of course, it’s your office too” Betty hoped her voice was calmer than she felt. She knew she had no claim over Jughead, but it still was shocking to see him so close to another girl.

“Do you want us to leave?” Jughead asked

“No, no…I just came to get…” Betty walked over to the desk and grabbed the first thing she saw “…this. Well, I’ve got to go go. I told Veronica I’d meet up with her.” Betty said as she hurried out the door. She thought she heard Jughead call her name, but she didn’t stick around long enough to find out. She walked quickly until she reached Veronica, who was at her locker.

“What’s up B? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Veronica joked

“Do you know Sandra?”

“Umm, brown hair, cute?”

“Yeah…” Betty said, feeling sick to her stomach

“Yes, why?”

“No reason, I just walked in on her and Jughead studying in the Blue and Gold offices. They seemed…close” Betty tried to sound casual, but knew she was failing horribly.

“I think somebody’s jealous,” Veronica said in a sing song voice

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like they were doing anything, and even if they were, Jughead and I are just friends. He can study or do anything else with whoever he wants.” Betty spoke quickly in annoyance and then turned to walk away. Veronica slammed her locker and caught up with her.

“Whoa B, I was teasing you. But do you like Jughead?” Veronica linked her arm in Betty’s

“No, of course not” Betty scoffed. She could tell that Veronica didn’t believe her, but mercifully her friend decided to drop it. Betty didn’t want to admit it, but she had been jealous. She didn’t like seeing Jughead with a girl that wasn’t her. But she didn’t have any claim to him so she didn’t know what to do with these feelings.


Jughead couldn’t get the look on Betty’s face out of his head. She had looked surprised and hurt when she had seen him with Sandra. They really had just been studying, but he realized how it might look to an outsider.

He wasn’t sure why exactly he felt guilty, but he did. Maybe it was because the look on Betty’s face told him that she cared a lot more than she was letting on. It bothered her to see him with another girl. Jughead felt an odd sense of satisfaction at knowing she was jealous because that meant she felt something for him that was more than friendship.

Jughead thought that maybe it was time to tell her how he felt. That was his plan, at least until he walked into the cafeteria and saw Betty laughing with Trev. Jughead felt a flash of something white hot. He knew it was jealousy and tried to push it down. He joined Betty, Trev, and Archie, sitting across from Betty.

“Trev, you’re funny” Betty laughed again and put her hand on his arm. Jughead knew she had noticed his presence, but she was ignoring him. Jughead narrowed his eyes at her. What game was she playing exactly? “Oh, hi Jughead” Betty turned to him with a bright smile, acting like she just noticed him.

“Hi Betty, hi Trev” Jughead tried to keep his voice level. Trev was a nice guy, but he knew that he had a crush on Betty and that rubbed him the wrong way. Jughead saw someone across the cafeteria and inspiration struck. “I just remembered I have to talk to someone about homework.” Jughead stood up and walked across the room, knowing that Betty’s eyes were following him the entire way.

“Hey Sandra.” He scooted next to the girl, sitting closer to her than was necessary. He looked over to see Betty glaring at him. “I forgot to write down what our homework was, could you remind me.” Jughead gave her his brightest smile, leaning close as she showed him her notebook where she had written the assignment. “Thanks” he gave her another smile and stood up to walk back to his seat. Instead, he found his path blocked by Betty, who was standing there with her hands on her hips. She grabbed his arm and started pulling him away.

“Betty, what are you doing?”

“Just come with me” Betty pulled him to the Blue and Gold offices and shut the door behind him. Then she faced him with a mutinous expression on her face. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Jughead decided to play dumb

“You know what…” Betty’s face softened slightly, showing a hint of something else underneath the anger. “Are you dating Sandra.”

“No, of course not. I was just asking for the homework assignment.”

“Yeah right” Betty huffed, the anger coming back.

“Well what about you!” Jughead found his own anger growing

“What about me?”

“You and Trev seemed pretty cozy”

“Oh, come on!” Betty threw her hands in the air

“No you come on Betty. Why do you even care?”

“Because!” Betty was practically shouting

“Because why?” Jughead yelled back

“Because I like you and don’t like seeing you with other girls” Betty was still yelling. After the words came out she took a step back, looking shocked at what had just come out of her mouth. Jughead felt his anger disappear in an instant.

“What did you say?” He asked softly

“Nothing…I just…” Betty tried to backtrack.

“Bets” Jughead said gently, stepping closer to her. “Nothing is going on between Sandra and I. Nothing would ever happen because there is someone else that I like.” Jughead continued walking closer until he was inches away from Betty. She took a shaky breath and turned her face up to look at him. She had an almost hopeful expression on her face.

“And who is that someone?” She whispered so softly he almost missed the words.

“It’s you, you crazy girl. I like you” Jughead wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Really?” A slow smile spread across her face. “I like you too Jughead Jones” She said and pushed up so their lips collided. Jughead kissed her back hard, glad that they finally had shared their feelings behind their intense kisses.

The Perfect Storm Chapter 1 (Jensen x Reader)

Originally posted by supernaturally-collected

Title: The Perfect Storm Chapter 1-She’s Here

Pairings: Jensen x Reader; Jensen x Danneel

Summary: Jensen just wanted his ex wife to sign the papers so he could marry Danneel. He never expected to be dragged back into the life of a storm chaser. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based on the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

A/N: This story is dedicated to the beautiful, talented, amazing, all over fantastic @petrovadixon! The lyrics in this chapter are “Give it Away” by George Strait. I hope to be able to get this posted to AO3 soon, if it will work with me. Anyway, here it is. Feedback is welcome!

Edited because I didn’t realize (y/n) was changing to my name


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A Quick Peck On The Lips

-credits to the rightful owner/creator of the gif  ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

Can you do a Stuart x reader where Stuart and reader are best friends and go to high school together and she gets cat called all the time and Stuart gets mad and tries to fight everyone who does it to her. One day he gets so sick of it and when someone cat calls reader he punches the guy in the face. Readers breaks up the fight and Stuart accidentally says ‘stay away from my girl’

Character: Stuart Twombly from the move “The Internship”

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The Summer Epilogue Part One (32/33)

The Summer (32/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 27,072 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, paranoia, fingering, barebacking, bdsm, sensory deprivation, light airplay, praise!kink, handcuffs, blindfolds

Chapter Thirty-Two: Epilogue Part One

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A/N: hello, im new in this, so it might not be that good. I’m just writing to satisfy the need of a new Chris Schistad fanfic cause I feel like I’ve read all of them, and it is not enough.
Hopefully you will like it. If you do, give so feedback.

There is always that one guy, that all the girls have liked at some point of their lifes, for us in Nissen it’s Christoffer Schistad. I remember when we were in fourth grade we used to be best friends, and send each other notes during class taking care that the teacher didn’t notice, for me that was heaven, I had a huge crush on him. Once we started middle school we went to different school abd he started to become more popular, and eventually he forgot about me. All these thoughts came back to my mind, because right now, I’m sitting at a bench in that backyard of my friend’s house, watching him kiss his girlfriend like if there was no tomorrow.
I came to the party with one friend, Eva. But she was in the bathroom, and given that she’s been in there for half an hour, I’m guessing she found Jonas and they are probably kissing right now. I looked at my drink, not even wanting to finish it. I was getting nostalgic, Chris Schistad used to be a good boy, and when I saw him again at high school and heard all the rumors of how much he sleeps around my fourth year crush for him disappeared and I actually felt really bad.
I gulped the drink in one sip feeling the burning sensation in my throat. I didn’t want to let it sit and feel disgusting.
I stood up and went to the door decided to leave when a tall guy with huge blue eyes took my hand and pulled me into a kiss. A lot of people started to cheer up, while I was trying to get rid of him.
He let me go and was about to smile when someone came and punched him right in the nose.
When I turned to face my savior I saw him rubbing his fist and looking at me with a proud smile.

Originally posted by thewxnterbucky

Chapter two

anonymous asked:

Omg!! Harley tells joker "my heart scares you but a gun doesn't?" While she points the gun at him as he says "do it"!!!!


Yes, that line was a stroke of genius. I love it so much. If you don’t mind though, I want to talk about this face Joker makes a little before and then I’ll talk about that line. 

If you noticed in the video, Joker doesn’t even look at the gun. He just looks from the dead guy to Harleen. It took me forever to figure out what emotion that is on his face is. It’s just such a beautiful look that I feel like I have to talk about it. 

It almost looks like he forgot his arrogance for a second and was just a man who had a crush on a woman. Look at his eyes, so earnest and endearing, throughout most of the movie Jared does this amazing dead psychotic look that makes him look absolutely crazy. But his eyes in this photo are just looking, like he’s just looking at a woman he thinks is pretty. There’s no, ‘I need to scare this person’, no ‘how dare you take my gun’, etc. 

I think he might be proud of her. I bet he’s shocked because no one has ever killed someone, essentially, over him before. 

She took his gun, his weapon. He didn’t even flinch, didn’t even worry about her taking it out of his holsters. I don’t know if you’ve ever read a history book or seen a history movie, but when the king’s weapon gets taken, they don’t look at the stealer like J looked at Harleen. And if you get killed by your own weapon it’s basically the biggest spit in the face ever. So he shouldn’t be looking at her like he is. I think it all boils down to this. 

His guard is down. 

He trusts her not to kill him. 

Even as Harleen, he trusts her.


Now, onto your actual ask. “My heart scares you and a gun doesn’t?” I’ve seen some people mention this as well, but the fact that J reacts like a cornered scared defensive dog after she says that means she hit the nail on the head. Joker knows he has feelings for her, but he can’t accept it. Can’t comprehend why or how. So he tries to push her away, he tries to scare her into being afraid of him. And it doesn’t work because Harleen will never be afraid of him. 

I could talk about the complexities of this couple for years and never be bored. 


guys i just found these in my makeup room and i completely forgot i had them, my dad met them both before survivor series and he got them to sign these for me :) i remember looking at 3 different malls for the kevin owens figure to send out with dad and finally finding it on a shelf at walmart lmao

RFA High School [dating] HCs First Meeting and Asking Out

Lovely anon-san, just for you. <3

1st 2nd 3rd 4th 4th(cont) 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th

Music I listened to while writing: “Innocent Blue” from BroCon, Yuri!!! On Ice Soundtrack


  • You had just entered high school as an incoming freshman
  • The Junior class pres went up to speak at the opening assembly
  • You locked eyes with him and it was just like BAM!
  • Something totally sparked between you two.
  • After the assembly he sought you out
  • You were standing by the front doors playing a game on your phone It’s MysMe we all know
  • And he just stood in front of you until you acknowledged him and his beautiful bangs
  • “Um… Can I help you?” *blush*
  • “Yes. I’m Jumin Han.”
  • “Junior… class president?”
  • “Yes. I just wanted to say that I like your cat backpack. Will you go out with me?”
  • “… excuse me?”
  • Let’s just say that he ended up getting your number after you rejected him.
  • He texted you at the most strategic times ever
  • Like, you would be walking home from school and he would text you, leaving you no excuse to make but to text him back
  • Or he’d text you in homeroom on a day when you were doing literally nothing, causing your best friend to ask which guy was texting you 
  • This resulted in you two planning out really specific responses that were “absolutely perfect” for the situation and Jumin could totally tell it wasn’t you 
  • You only slightly regretted giving him your number.
  • Eventually you gave in and promised him one date
  • Just one date, Jumin.
  • But we all know you can’t just go on one date or spend one night with Jumin.


  • You both entered as freshmen at the same time, and friendship bloomed easily through your mutual love of MMORPGs when you caught him playing on his laptop that he always brings to school
  • “Hey, isn’t that…”
  • You didn’t have any classes together, but you made up for that through all the time spent outside of school logged in to your game
  • You both had reallllllly high-quality headsets
  • This meant that you could hear each other’s voices perfectly moan for me, baby
  • “Yoosung, behind you!”
  • “Ah, I got it! [y/n], go get the power booster! It spawned near the cliff!”
  • One day, after a particularly extensive dungeon, Yoosung seemed awfully quiet
  • “Hello? Superman Yoosung? You afk?”
  • “… Ah! I-I’m here.”
  • “You got something on your mind?”
  • “…”
  • “It’s just us in this channel. Spill it.”
  • “I… I’ve got a mission request for you.”
  • “What? I didn’t know that was possible? Player to player missions?”
  • “J-j-just! Will you… acceptYoosung’smissionofgoingonadatewithhim?”
  • “Wha…”
  • It’s takes a while for it to sink in. Then you realize…
  • “Omg, Yoosung, you just asked me out!”
  • “Y-yeah, kind of…”
  • “What do you mean, kind of? Yes! Let’s do it right now!”
  • It was awkward meeting outside of the game since you two hadn’t ever done it before, so you both agreed to postpone it and play more LOLOL relationship goals


  • Oddly enough, you met sophomore year when you both had a cooking class together.
  • One day the teacher paired you two up on baking day and you were inseparable since
  • Much like Yoosung’s, Jaehee’s relationship started with a friendship but unlike in MysMe there’s no friendzone please love me Baehee
  • At the end of the class you were supposed to make a food and drink for a panel of teacher judges
  • Jaehee made hella awesome coffee, and you had perfected your apple walnut bread
  • Let’s just say that you both knocked it out of the park
  • Celebrating afterwards… you took the moment to tactically invite your hidden crush over. “Hey, Jaehee, want to come over to my house and make some that we can actually eat?”
  • She blushed an adorable pink
  • “G-Go to your house, [y/n]?”
  • “Yeah. You don’t want to?”
  • “That’s not it…”
  • You both ended up going to your house and having a cooking spree
  • When you were sitting at the table sipping coffee, Jaehee suddenly grew very serious
  • You had just been laughing about how everyone else’s presentations had failed I love evil Baehee
  • So you asked her what was up
  • “It’s… I think I like you, [y/n].”
  • You took a breath. She… liked you back??
  • HUG
  • “Bae- I mean, Jaehee, I like you too!”
  • “D-does this mean… we’re dating?” inexperienced jaejae is so cute


  • This boy.
  • He thought nobody was prettier than him until you came along.
  • Nothing could hold his attention like the way you flipped your hair... after which he had to do it too just keep up his self esteem
  • But he’s the popular Junior everyone knew about and you were the new freshman
  • You would pass each other every day in the hall, Zen surrounded by people, and you by yourself with your earbuds in
  • Contrary to what both of you thought, you were both aware of the other
  • There’s that white-haired kid. 
  • There’s that headphones girl/boy.
  • Then one day you were holding a stack of freshly copied papers that you were taking to your French teacher
  • Zen walked towards you alone, this time with his headphones in, and didn’t notice until it was too late
  • Shaaaaaaa
  • The papers went flying all over the floor
  • Zen immediately took off his headphones and helped you pick them up like the gentleman he is
  • Your hands brushed and your eyes met
  • You didn’t believe in love at first sight but omg this was seriously it
  • Zen must have felt the same way because:
  • “Hey, I’ve seen you in the hallway before. Want to… go grab some coffee after school?”
  • There was no way you could refuse this pretty boy him.


  • God, or not, someone help you.
  • You didn’t know it yet, but you had a stalker.
  • Seven had spent an absolutely devastating freshman year, so when the next year began, he was so ready to give them what he had gone through
  • Then he saw you
  • And all thoughts of revenge disappeared from his mind
  • He cross-dressed to school every single day after that
  • You, being the lonely otaku you were, sat by yourself in Chemistry until the day a girl with long, red hair transferred into your period
  • “Class, this is Lucy.”
  • Strangely, you got along surprisingly well with this girl
  • The next semester came, and you had Web App Development
  • The first day, you came in and noticed a head of strikingly-familiar red hair… except it was short.
  • It confused you, but you shook it off. 
  • Seven, on the other hand, was freaking out
  • Shit! I totally forgot that schedules change at the semester! 
  • The IT teacher paired you with Luciel for a programming project, and that’s when you fell head over heels for him
  • His charms… his humor… his computer skills…
  • You still had Chemistry with “Lucy”
  • And, being the best buds you were, you had to tell her about your newest crush
  • “Lucy! There’s this guy in my programming class… and he’s so nice and talented and just…”
  • “Do you like him?”
  • “What? Um… yeah. I think I do.”
  • Strangely, Lucy’s face went beet red. adorable FEM!Seven
  • You didn’t get a chance to ask if she was alright because the Chemistry teacher called for attention
  • When the bell rang you tried to approach her, but she left really fast, disappearing into the sea of students in the hall dunno how she hid her super obvious red hair
  • As your affection with Luciel grew, you noticed your friendship with Lucy was fading
  • Then came the point when Lucy wouldn’t even talk to you in class
  • You approached her. “Lucy, have I done something wrong? Why aren’t you talking to me?”
  • “I’ll tell you after class, okay?” 
  • Her curt response cut deep into your heart, as she was your first friend in high school.
  • After class she took you aside and silently pulled off her hair
  • You were speechless, but then it all made sense, and you became a blushing mess, realizing all the embarrassing things you had said to her about herself
  • Luciel pulled you into a hug. He whispered into your ear:
  • “Hehe. Your blushing face is so cute.”
  • You two were inseparable after that.


  • You both entered as freshmen the same year
  • But you had never heard of “Saeran” before until now
  • “[y/n], he’s there again…”
  • Yup. The strange, dark boy was crouching in the shadows, staring at you again with his glowing blue eyes.
  • At first it creeped you out a ton
  • Eventually though, you got used to it, and even came to expect it
  • He was always there, in that same shadowy corner
  • Sometimes you waved to him, the mysterious boy.
  • He never waved back.
  • It made you kinda sad, but you went on with your day. If he wasn’t going to make any move but stare, it wasn’t your problem.
  • That was, until one day he wasn’t staring at you.
  • He had… his head in his hands?
  • The small change was a bit disconcerting, and you felt a bit off-put
  • Is he… crying?
  • You approached him from the back.
  • Touching him on the shoulder, you innocently asked, “Are you alright?”
  • You swore he jumped 10 stories at your touch
  • His eyes immediately met yours and they were filled with a sudden fear that you didn’t understand.
  • “I’m… fine,” he mumbled, before putting his head back between his knees.
  • “No, you’re not,” you pressed. He’s never been like this after all. “Every day, you’re staring at me, and today you changed that. Something’s different.”
  • His eyes widened at that. You noticed? It wasn’t just him looking at you?
  • The lightest blush coated his cheeks. ahhhhh *faints*
  • “Want to hang out sometime?” you ask him, gently. It’d be better than just having him stare at you every day.
  • “Mm…” he hummed neutrally, but nodding his head yes.
  • You smiled. This cute fuzzball will be the death of me
CHRISTMAS SHORT SCENARIO SPECIAL: Christmas with Sf9 And Pentagon.

You finished cooking all of the food you have prepared for your guests and just got done with the last few lights that needed to be hanged up around the house. It was perfect-a perfect Christmas dinner. Your apartment was festive and the huge tree in your living room added to the finishing touch. As an idol, you didn’t get many days off but today you had no schedules and your friends who had just debuted didn’t have any either for the holidays- it was the perfect time to introduce both groups to each other since you never really had a chance to have them all bond. You had trained with sf9 so they were like family however you became friends with Pentagon once you had debuted and did a reality show with them where you had to live together for 5 months-so they were also practically like family as well.  

“I wonder what time they’ll get here.” You stare at your huge dinner table filled with several types of dishes that were still hot, waiting to be digged in. They were all of the boy’s favorites and there was at least one dish on the table that every single member liked the most. You basically blew a hole in your pocket this holiday season but you just had to make sure everything was topnotch perfect to be spending that much money. Remembering reading your kakao groups chats half an hour ago, Pentagon was arriving a little late and sf9 was just about to be here in any moment. 

 “Ah, I should have made a group chat with them all together..I guess it wouldn’t make a difference anyways since they are going to meet in a bit.”Then it hit you. “Wait..did I tell them about eacho- 

The doorbell suddenly rang and your mood quickly brightened up. "It must be sf9!!!" 

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ok so the other day tygermama left this beautiful idea on my askbox about how awesome would it be if there was a story about fem!bilbo being a magical girl/protector of the shire and that there should also exist this handsome and mysterious masked man and that Bilba has this massive crush on normal!Thorin and then it turns out that Thorin is this masked hottie and i had to do this you guys 

mama pls correct me if I got anything wrong from your beautiful idea

Cliché - Shawn Mendes Imagine

This is my first imagine, yes I know it’s really cheesy, but the rest hopefully won’t be as cheesy! Hope you enjoy


[Y/n - ‘your name’ Y/f/n - ‘your full name’]

Y/n’s POV

“Hello everyone,” I did my usual greeting of a simple wave as I started my new YouTube video. 

“I’m here today with my best friend Shawn Mendes, come here you big goof!” I ushered him over and patted the spot right next to me.

See, Shawn and I have been best friends for about six years and I couldn’t be any happier. I just love hanging out with him and being around him in general. I have realized, that throughout our friendship the small crush I had upon meeting him, had only started to grow. But recently I can’t seem to help my mind wandering away towards memories we shared and how much I wish we were together. I know how cliche it is to fall in love with your best friend, but I know that in reality, that kind of stuff almost never happens, and just knowing my luck it will never happen me.

“Hi guys,” He shyly waved at the camera and sat very close to me on my bed. I almost forgot what I was going to say due to how close his proximity was, but thankfully I regained my composure in time.

“Anyway, today we are going to do prank calls! Yay! I’m excited, are you excited?” Before he even got to reply, “-he’s excited too! So how this is going to work is we have two hats; one with names of people we call-”

“And the other filled with what we’re going to tell them,” he finished off for me.

“Exactly! Okay who’s turn first?” I turned myself towards him and shuffled backwards a little to be able to see his face.

He looked down at me and gave me a timid lopsided smile, that made me blush and giggle a little due to how cute he looked.

“Umm how about rock, paper, scissors?” He asked holding his hand out in a rock shape.

“Okay, but I have to warn you I am pretty good,” he snickered at my obvious lie.

After losing all three rounds, I pulled out a name.

“Matthew Espinosa,” I pulled out another slip of paper from the other hat, “ask them out on a date,” I looked shocked as I read it aloud, no offence to Matt, he’s more of the best friend that you ask for advice from, it would be far too awkward to ask him on a date. But a dares a dare. I looked up to see Shawn’s face turning a light shade of pink and had his fists balled up by his sides. I just shrugged it off and got out my phone. I found his number and rang him, putting the phone on loud speaker. I sneaked a glance at Shawn, noticing he was just as tense and seemed to be looking at the ground. Weird.

Matt picked up in about two rings.


“Hey Matt, it’s me Y/n.”

“Yeah I know Y/n, I have caller id,” he chucked and I followed with my own giggle. I sneaked another glance at Shawn to see he wasn’t as tense but his shoulders were slumped. I wonder what going on in that pretty little mind of his.

“Ah yeah, forgot, but hey I was just wondering if you’d maybe wanna hang out sometime, you know as in-like a-” I couldn’t seem to say it.

“As in like a date?”

“Yeah, yeah one of those,” I smoothly (note the sarcasm) replied

“Um I can’t, sorry,” he replied a little too quickly.

“Ah o-kay, why not?” I was curious as to why he shut me down so quickly, sometimes Matt would flirt with me a little, I would’ve thought he would be happy to be asked out by me.

“Um-ah no reason, got to go, but hopefully we could catch up soon, bye,” he hung up before I could reply.

“I just got rejected, for no reason. Rude Matthew!” I laughed, I looked over to see a small smile on Shawn’s face, he must have been overthinking something earlier.

“Your turn,” I said in a sing-song voice, as I nudged his arm. He nudged me back and smiled his cute smile and picked out a name from the first hat.

“Cameron Dallas,” he pulled out another slip, “confess your undying love for that person.”

We both stared at each other before we burst out laughing. We ended up falling back onto the bed and laughing ‘till our stomachs hurt.

Regaining our composure as Shawn helped me sit back up on the bed. Our laughter dying as we looked at the slips of paper in his hands.

“Well, all I can say is good luck,” I patted him on the back sympathetically, trying to control the urge to laugh again. He sighed and got out Cameron’s contact.

“Do I have to do this?” Shawn looked at me with a pout and puppy eyes, but you could see the amusement in them. He looked absolutely adorable.

“Yes, cause I just asked my brother-like friend, if he wanted to go on a date me, you have to do it,” I said emphasizing have. He just sighed loudly and rolled his eyes as he pressed Cam’s contact and put it on loud speaker.

I started giggling at the thought, and Shawn gave me a playful glare and put his finger to his lips, signalling me to shush.

“Hey,” Cam replied casually

“Hey Cam, um I know this is weird and probably not the time but I have to tell you something,” Shawn said trying to keep his voice calm, as he stifled his giggles.

“Oh yeah, shoot.”

“Um I’ve kind of been harboring these feelings and I don’t know what I should do,” Shawn replied watching as I kept my hand over my mouth in an attempt to hide my laughter.

“If these are the feelings about Y/n, you know what I’ll say, just tell her, she obviously feels the same way. You can’t just be crushing on her and not have the guts to tell her. Just man up dude,” As soon as the words came out of Cam’s mouth Shawn hung up, dropped his phone and looked at his hands, horrified at what his best friend just said.

All that went through my mind was the fact that Shawn liked me, well I think, maybe it’s another Y/n? Who knows? Right?

I decide to turn the camera off realizing that I’ll just film another one later, because it didn’t look like we’ll get anything done.

But then a huge goofy smile lit up my face as I realized I’m the only Y/n he knows. I looked over to see an awkward Shawn looking everywhere around the room but me.

“Shawn, is what he said true?” I asked, carefully placing my hand on his shoulder to make him face me.

“Umm yea, I g-guess, look if you don’t like me back, it’s fin-” I cut him off by crashing my lips with his. My hands cupping his cheeks. It took awhile for him to kiss back, too shocked by what’s happening, but as soon as he did, it was amazing. Our lips moved in sync, pouring out all the emotions we’ve been hiding from one-another. His hands found their way to my waist and he pulled me up onto his lap. We kept making out for a good five minutes. But sadly I had to pull away before my lips became sore. I leaned my forehead against his.

“Wow-” he panted, “I can’t believe you actually like me. Wait you do like me right? Cause if that was some kind of sick jok-” I cut him off again by placing a sweet but passionate kiss on his lips.

“Does that answer your question?” I laughed as a big toothy grin took over his blushing face.

“God, I’ve been waiting forever just to kiss you. By the way, you’re a really good kisser,” I blushed at his complement and looked down to realize that I was still straddling his lap. I blushed like crazy and got off him. He just chuckled at my awkwardness and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. He gently stroked from my temple to my jaw, staring intensely into my eyes.

“Y/f/n, will you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?” I giggle at his cheesiness.

“Thought you’ll never ask,” this time round, he’s the one to crash his lips on mine. And god, can I get used to that.

A/N: Hope that wasn’t too cheesy for ya. But I haven’t got any requests yet but I’d love to do some, just send in requests and I’ll do them.
I also haven’t got an update schedule, I’ll probably post whenever I have requests or I feel inspired

Pool Day

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Originally posted by tenazh

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Pool Day

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Kurt x Reader summer pool day? Kurt doesn’t know how to swim, but you have an aquatic mutation and try to help the poor kiddo out :D

Note: Went swimming today, so I thought it would be appropriate.

“You ready to see Kurt in a bathing suit?” Jean teased as you and the other girls got changed into your swimming attire. You blushed bright red.

“Awwwww that’s right! I forgot about your little crush!” Jubilee gushed.

“But is he ready to see your mutation?” Ororo asked.

“He doesn’t know?” Jubilee asked. You nodded.

“It’s never come up. I don’t know…” You tied the strings of your black bikini top behind your neck. “Let’s be real, has Kurt ever seen a girl in a bathing suit? You know, with his religion?”

“Oh my god,” Jean laughed. “You’re going to melt him into a puddle!”

“Shut up,” you grinned, but you knew they were right. Kurt wasn’t prepared for what was in store.


“I didn’t know zhe mansion had a pool,” Kurt said. He and the guys were waiting on the couch for the girls to come downstairs.

“It was installed a few weeks ago,” Scott told him. “It’s actually kind of big. I don’t know how you missed it.”

“He was probably too busy staring at (Y/N) to notice,” Warren teased with a smirk. Kurt’s cheeks blushed a deep shade of purple.

“Vas it zhat obvious?” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.

“Yes.” Peter replied. “Yes it was.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Jean and I were talking the other day, and she said (Y/N) likes you too.”

“Really?” Kurt asked excitedly, Amber eyes wide and a grin on his face.

“Yeah- Oh, hey girls!” Scott cut the conversation short when he noticed you and the others walking down the stairs. Kurt swallowed thickly at the sight of you with so much skin showing. He tried to avert his eyes, to be polite, but he couldn’t help it.

“Ready to go swimming?” You asked Kurt when you were standing in front of him. He nodded, unable to create words. Peter and Warren couldn’t hold in their snickers at the sight of their helpless blue friend. Kurt and the other boys all had yet to take off their shirts, but you couldn’t deny that in a few minutes, you would be in his state.

“Come on, guys!” Jubilee and Ororo led the rest of the pack, dashing out the door and leading everyone else down the paths to the pool.

Once you got there, you kicked off your flip flops and stood at the edge, waiting for the others’ attention before showing off your mutation. The boys threw off their shirts. You looked at Kurt’s blue chest. It was covered in markings, like his face was. It wasn’t like he was super built, but he had lean acrobatic muscle from his circus days. His eyes met yours, and he smiled. You smiled back.

Kurt walked over and sat on the edge of the pool, beside you. You sat down too, letting your feet dip into the cool water. Slowly, green scales emerged on your ankles. Webbing spread between your toes, becoming a large fin. The scales spread up your legs as they bound together to form your powerful tail. Kurt watched in awe, his face lighting up.

“You’re a mermaid!” he practically shouted. You nodded.

“I am,” You laughed, slipping into the water. It felt so good, so clean. You swam beneath the surface, breathing the water as easily as you could breathe air. You swam to the deep end to get momentum before pushing yourself out of the water and into the air, soaring in an arch before splashing back into the pool.

You resurfaced and went to the edge of the pool, resting your arms on the edge and looking up at Kurt.

“Zhat vas amazing!” he exclaimed. You giggled.

“Come on in, Kurt,” you beckoned him to follow you.

“I vould…I just…I don’t know how to swim.” he admitted, tail swaying behind him. You grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll help you. You can’t drown. I’m a mermaid.” You assured him. He nodded.

“Okay,” he agreed, slipping into the pool. The others started to play with a beach ball. They watched you and Kurt, smirking. Maybe now you two would finally realize your feelings for one another, they figured.

“Okay, now kick your legs and wave your arms. Yep, just like that,” you instructed. Your large green tail kicked beneath you, holding your top half above the surface. Kurt smiled, getting the hang of it easily. “That’s it! Perfect!”

“Danke, liebes,” he said, blushing when he realized what he had called you. He prayed silently that you hadn’t caught it.

“No problem,” you blushed, definitely catching that he had called you ‘love’. “I’d like to go swimming a lot more often, if you’d want to join me sometimes…”

“I vould like zhat,” he nodded. “Your tail is beautiful,”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “You can, uh…you can touch it if you want,” he nodded. You sat up on the edge of the pool with him. He carefully ran his three-fingered hand over the scales of your tail.

“Smooth,” he murmured. “Much more slippery zhan I expected,”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Hey lovebirds! Why don’t you just kiss already?!” Peter called from the other end of the large pool. You blushed, hiding your face behind your hands. You took a breath, working up the courage to make a move.

“Well, what do you say, blue? Ever wanted to kiss a mermaid?” you asked gently. He smiled, his hands cupping your cheeks as he closed the gap between your lips.  

51. I Can’t Stop Thinking About You. // Derek Luh // Blurb

A/N: This is way longer than I intended it to be but I got caught up and it’s pretty long but my apologies. This is in your POV btw.

“Alright that’s it for today class, have a lovely winter break.” My English professor said with a smile before turning back around to his desk.

Sighing in relief I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and exited the class building out into the cold winter weather. I’m so excited to finally have winter break, my fiancé Will and I planned a trip to go and visit his family over Christmas seeing as we both were on break.

I was attending college, majoring in Medicine. In hopes of being a doctor someday. I never dreamed that I would be engaged or go to college. It was never in the cards for me. My parents couldn’t afford it, plus I wasn’t always the outstanding student I am today.

But I lucked out and got in on a scholarship despite my behavior problems. Of course I jumped at the chance, I was just getting out of a pretty messy and bad relationship with someone…I thought that I would just keep to myself and get through college. But then I met Will. He was a year older so he was already a year ahead of me.

I didn’t think much of him at first. I just figured he was some guy looking for another heart to break. But then over time after we hung out more, I developed a crush on him. And we inevitably started dating. But all that was two years ago.

I completely forgot all about my past and my rambunctious teenage years, and most definitely I forgot about that ugly breakup I had with my ex…Well tried to forget.

I was a new woman who had grown up and left her childish ways at the door the moment I stepped into my first class. Education was my way out, me getting my education was going to ensure I had total financial stability. One of the few things I ever really wanted in life.

Oddly enough a few months ago one of my old high school friends who still lived in our old neighborhood told me that my ex, Derek Luh was back.

Yeah that messy breakup I had with that ex…that ex was him.

Derek and I had dated on and off all throughout high school. He was undoubtedly the first guy I’d ever loved. He was pretty much my first everything, He was all I ever knew when it came to being in a relationship with someone. That boy drove me insane and he knew it.

Derek loved me, but not like I loved him. He was going through a lot of stuff in high school. His parents were going through a divorce, his sister was in an abusive relationship and he got into drugs. He only started getting into drugs maybe around Junior year and then into Senior year is when it got bad.

He barely paid attention to me, I knew he most likely was cheating during senior year. But half the time I didn’t even know when we were still a couple. I guess a small part of me felt obligated to be with him because I’d known him forever and he needed someone to be there. I loved him that’s for sure, but once I got my scholarship and I realized I still had a chance at life I had to give him an ultimatum.

I didn’t want to walk away from our relationship but I had no choice, I had to leave my past in the past and make a new name for myself in college. He was mad and he pretty much broke up with me, it sucked but hey that’s life. A little after I got settled into my dorm and I was familiar with the campus. I was being nosy and I googled him, not really expecting to find much but just curious as to what he was doing.

And that’s when I realized he blew up. I always knew he had a relationship with music that really couldn’t be explained. I’d hoped he use his talent and I encourage him to do something along the lines of fine arts for college. But he didn’t want to hear it.

But I was happy he finally did it. He looked genuinely happy, and that’s all I could ask for. After that I met Will and that’s when Derek popped up again.

He found out where my apartment was and a few months ago he showed up on my doorstep saying he still loved me and that he wanted me to come back to Cali with him and all this other stuff. But I was engaged and declared to Will.

The younger Y/N in me wanted to so badly. I knew he’d always have my heart in the palm of his hand, but the older and mature me knew that I was engaged and that Will has been nothing but good to me. As bad as it sounds, I kind of wish things did work out with Derek. I never pictured myself with anyone else but then Will came along and swept me right off my feet. It’s too late for a life with Derek, he’s a part of my past that I needed to forget.

So when my friend told me Derek was back visiting family I didn’t think much of it. It’s Christmas after all and people are going home to visit their family. Plus, even if Derek did plan to do another one of his famous pop ups I’ll already be on my flight off to Vancouver.


I entered the warm apartment, sighing in relief once I kicked off my now soaked boots and pulling off my socks. Will had left the day earlier seeing as the college he attended left on winter break a few days earlier, plus something about wanting to stop to see some friends.

I was going to meet him up there and we were going to have a magical Christmas with his parents. Thankfully I already finished packing the night prior, and I could enjoy the rest of my day since my flight left tomorrow morning.

I climbed up the steps to my shared bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I headed into my bathroom and took a brisk shower, and then changed into a pair of sweats and an old oversized shirt. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and took out my contacts and put my glasses on. I exited the bathroom and was just about to climb into bed but then the doorbell rang making me sigh.

It was approximately around eight-ish and my plan to have an early night in was being interrupted.

I jogged down the steps and headed over to the front door swinging it open not bothering to look through the peep hole.

“Hello?” I asked a hint of attitude in my voice as I rubbed at my tired eyes.

“Hello to you to beautiful.” His familiar deep voice chuckled in response.

I snapped my eyes open and I was met by Derek’s tall figure standing in the door his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Derek? What the hell are you doing here?” I asked looking at him in disbelief.

“Relax baby girl, I’m just coming to wish you a merry Christmas.” He smiled entering the house.

“Sure make yourself right at home.” I said sarcastically.

“I will.” He answered turning back around to face me.

“Why are you here?” I asked folding my arms across my chest.

“You’re not happy to see me even a little?” He pouted his adorable baby face making me melt.

“I didn’t say that, I’m just surprised.” I said, my voice a little softer.

“Let me guess, you’re still with that clown Will.” He huffed combing his fingers through his hair.

“You know I’m still with him Derek.” I said gently.

“Why him? Of all the people in the world?” He asked.

“I don’t know…he loves me.” I mumbled.

“You deserve way better.” He answered sincerely.

“Will is a really good guy.” I defended.

“I fucked up in high school. A lot.” He sighed.

“But you were always there to help me back up when I fell.” He said reaching forward and taking my hand in his.

“Derek…don’t.” I said as he moved closer.

“Just listen.” He said close enough so that I could feel his breath fanning against my neck.

“I’m listening.” I said giving in.

“I can’t stop thinking about you Y/N.” He admitted.

“No matter how hard I try, I can’t.” He added interlacing our fingers making me look down at our hands.

“Tell me you don’t love me and that you’re in love with him.” He said his voice on the verge of cracking.

I could feel the tears I’d been holding back threaten to fall.

“Look at me…and tell me.” He said lifting my chin up to meet his glossy eyes.

I parted my lips and paused for a moment.

“I can’t.” I breathed a tear rolling down my cheek.

“We were made for each other baby girl and as much as you want to forget about me you can’t and you never will.” He said wiping the tear that had fell down my cheek.

“I-I…” I couldn’t even find the right words to formulate a sentence to defend myself.

“You don’t have to say anything, if you want to keep playing house with Will that’s fine. But I needed you to know how I felt.” He said cutting me off.

He planted a kiss to my lips and held me there probably waiting for me to pull away, but I couldn’t. Because all that he said was true.

I felt him smile against my lips when I kissed him back. The same sparks I felt once as a teenager were just the same when he kissed me now. Something that didn’t happen when Will kissed me.

He pulled away from the kiss and then me altogether.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled dropping our hands and moving towards the door.

I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want to let the love of my life walk out of my life before it was too late and he didn’t show up on my doorstep again.

“Derek.” I called after him grabbing onto his arm before he could reach for the door.

“Don’t leave.” I breathed looking up at him as he turned to look at me.

“I didn’t come here to break you and Will up I just needed you to know how I felt.” He said hesitantly.

My left hand moved from his arm to his collar and I pulled him down smashing my lips against his while my other hand cupped his cheek. He melted into my grasp and his hands wrapped around my waist lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso.

“I love you.” I said when I pulled away to catch my breath.

“I love you to baby girl.” He whispered with a smile making me lean in and kiss him again.