from a hotel window

Running Low (Smut)

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Request: Can i request where you and shawn break up but only for a couple hours then you make up? (Make up sex HAHAHA) thankss

Word count: 2,957

Running Low (Smut)

You were lying in the silent hotel room, looking out at the dark sky from the window beside the bed. Your legs were curled up underneath you, as you were hugging yourself tightly. Maybe, it would help put the broken pieces inside you back together.

Tears were still running down your sore cheeks, but you weren’t exactly sobbing anymore. They just quietly ran down, you barely even noticed them any longer.

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anonymous asked:

Seeing both Phichit's and Chris' now, I have to ask about Viktor's top ten Instagram posts! :D

Viktors 10 most liked pics on social media? :D ♡



Viktor’s Top Ten Most Liked Videos/Pictures To Date:

1) Underwear model photoshoot. That’s all I’m saying

2) The most adorable picture of him and Makkachin that made everyone’s heart’s explode

3) A podium selfie he took of him and Chris and Yuuri in the background while Yuuri’s wasn’t looking

4)  A clip from an advert that Viktor did for a brand he sponsors. Literally no-one cared about the brand, they cared that Viktor spent the entire ad either with water being poured on him (aesthetically) or with his shirt off while skating, all in black and white and very pretty to watch. It has been featured in a significant number of people’s sexual fantasies, including teenage Yuuri’s.

5) A picture of his medal collection/trophy shelf that he posted in retaliation to someone saying ‘he hasn’t even won that much anyway’. (Hint - it’s really freaking big)

6) A selfie of him and Chris on a road trip taken by him, while driving, along a road by a cliff that drops into the sea. It’s only so popluar because most people thought it was going to be the last photo of him they ever saw

7) A video of his world record breaking Free Skate (Belle)

8) A picture of him and Yuuri on the podium taken from old news footage the first time they shared the podium together for a #throwbackthursday. It’s popular because it’s from the same video where Yuuri was caught glaring at Viktor and the rivalry officially started 

9) The picture of the view from the hotel room window with the jacket that might or might not be Yuuri’s in it

10) The picture of his medal from the time he won gold and his title back from Yuuri in chapter 9


+ most popular of all time) Now that would be spoiling it ;) But it involves Yuuri and it broke the internet

yoongi and jimin staying up tonight and laying together on their hotel bed, not able to sleep because of jet lag and the adrenaline from the win still in their veins, shirtless w the hotel window open because vegas is warm even at 3 am, talking softly in the dark about their emotions, the win, how yoongi was always right there during the night making sure jimin was comfy, what they want to do when they get back home, jimin holding yoongi’s hand to his chest, yoongi leaning across the space between their pillows n kissing him soft, falling asleep before the sun comes up

bts as boyfriends (yoongi)

♡ pinches your butt once in a while

♡ studio cuddles!!!!!

♡ you always have troubles while waking him up esp on rainy days

♡ will write a song/rap about your hands

“are you crying?” “Ani! i just yawned”

♡ doesnt reply to ur texts but calls u afterwards

♡ he sleeps anywhere

♡ takes photographs of you secretly 

♡  MEME WARS

♡  “kumamon or me?” “kumamon duH” 

♡  Fore!!!head!! kisses!!

♡  food adventures!!!!

♡ getting really passionate when he talks about music

♡ sitting by the hotel windows at midnight

♡ gives you useful things from cute socks to a week supply of bottled water

♡ “please yoongi i have no one to run with tomorrO-” “N to the O to the P to the E.” 

♡ ends up running ehem [walking] with u bc HE LOVES U SO MUCH

♡  contrast to everyones pov, yoongi is the sweetest ball of fluff 

Change Your Ticket (E.D)

Summary: You flew out to Australia to see your best friends Ethan and Grayson while they were on tour. You and Ethan have a little fling going on but nobody knows about it. It was time for you to head back to the states, but Ethan isn’t ready for you to leave.

Word Count: 2,437

Warnings: Some smut.

A/N: This is based on the song Change Your Ticket by One Direction. S/O to my baby @ddolanss for being my inspiration behind this lol. 


Ethan’s POV

Watching you get dressed messes with my head
Take that bag off your shoulder
Come get back in bed we still got time left
This don’t have to be over

“Y/N, come back to bed!” I whined, as I was spread out on the bed of Y/N’s hotel room.

“But I need to finish up packing.” she says, as she was folding up her clothes, and putting them in her suitcase.

We were currently in Perth, Australia, and it was one of the last cities on our 4OU tour. I surprised Y/N and flew her out here, because I knew how much she wanted to visit Australia. That, and because I missed her like crazy.

“Our flights isn’t for another 4 hours. We can cuddle for 2 more hours, before we head to the airport.” I said.

Grayson and I were heading to Melbourne this afternoon, for our second to last stop of our tour, and Y/N was heading back to the states. I don’t want her to leave, but she has to go back to work, and plus college is starting back up in 2 weeks or so for her.

I walked over behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing the back of her shoulders, and whispering in her ear.

“Please?” I said, nuzzling my head into her neck, which caused her to laugh.

“Cuddling does sound better than folding clothes.” she said, turning around, and giving me a peck on the lips. I picked her up bridal style, and carried her back over to the bed, laying her down. I laid down on my side next to her, using my elbow to prop myself up, and cupped her cheek with my hand, as I connected my lips onto hers. Only for our kiss to be interrupted by my cellphone ringing.

I tried to ignore it, but Y/N pushed me away, telling me to answer it. I looked down at my phone, and saw Grayson’s name lighting up on the screen.

And you say
It’s hard to keep a secret
Girl, don’t leave me all alone in this hotel
And these shades can hide us from the streets, yeah
one weekend
I promise that I’ll never tell

“Uhh…I’m down by…uh by the beach. I’ll be back in like an hour.” I said into the phone. I had to lie, I couldn’t tell Grayson I was up in Y/N hotel room. That would seem a little weird.

Y/N and I weren’t officially a couple, but I guess you can say we have a little thing going on. A super lowkey thing, that nobody knows except for us obviously. It’s a little hard for me to keep this a secret from Grayson, since we tell each other everything. And, Grayson is Y/N’s best friend, so I’m sure she feels just as bad about hiding it from him as I do. But we knew we couldn’t say anything because then it’ll probably just make things awkward between the 3 of us. We have to be careful how we act when we’re in public. The slightest sign of flirting can cause the fans to go crazy. It’s hard not being able to hold her hand when I want too, or kiss her when I want. It’s even worst watching guys flirt with her, and I can’t do anything about it.

The shades from the hotel window where down, not that we were worried people would see through the 7th floor of the hotel, but it blocked out the view to the outside world. Letting us to just be able to focus on each other, and enjoy each other’s company. We were laying in her hotel bed, watching some show on TV. Y/N had one of her legs draped over my stomach, as I ran my hand up and down her thigh, occasionally making my way up to her butt, and squeezing it lightly. I cherish moments like this with Y/N because it’s not often that we get to be alone. Grayson’s either always with us, or it’s one of Y/N’s friends. And whenever we do find a way to make some alone time, something always ends up coming up.

You should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days
Come on let me change your ticket home,
You should probably stay here with me a couple more days
Come on let me change your ticket home,

“Can you stay for a few more days? Until we head to Melbourne at least?” I asked.

“I can’t. College starts back next week, and I still have to buy my books, and you know how I am about having all my supplies ready.” she said, still resting her head on my chest.

“And besides, we already booked my flight back for this afternoon.” she spoke again.

“I’ll just change your flight. It’s easy, Gray and I do it all the time.” I said.

“And you can just order your books online, and that way they’ll be waiting at your mailbox when you get home. Perfect plan.” I spoke again, before kisssing her on the forehead.

“Okay, and what about work. I can’t keep calling off. What if they fire me?” she asked, concerned about her job. I totally understand why she would be concerned, but 3 more days won’t hurt.

I tried everything I could to convince her to stay. I even offered to talk to her manager for her, but she wasn’t changing her mind.

Don’t go, it’s not the same when you’re gone
And it’s not good to be all alone,
So, you should probably stay here with me a couple more days
Come on let me change your ticket home

“Just 3 more days!” I said.

“Ethan…”

“So you’re going to leave me all alone in Australia?” I said, pretending to sound hurt.

“You have Grayson…” Y/N said 

“It’s not the same though.” I said, moving the loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

Y/N stayed quite for a minute, tracing circles on my chest. I don’t know what was going through her head at the moment, but I hope she was considering staying. 

“Fine.” 

“What?” I said, 

“I’ll stay and go to Melbourne with you guys!” Y/N said, a smile plastered across her face. 

I immediately pull Y/N closer to me, and crashed my lips onto hers. Our tongues immediately meet in a slow dance, that got faster and faster.

Don’t play innocent
I know what you meant
When you said you’d come over                                                                  
Aren’t we way past that?                                                                                       Playin’ hard to get                                                                                             We did that when we were younger

I positioned myself on top of her, and started kissing her neck, down to the exposed cleavage she had from her sports bra. I heard giggles escaping her lips, and she tried to use her hands to push my face away.

“Playing hard to get are we?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Maybe?” she said, biting her bottom lip as she looked at me. 

I gave her a sly smirk, and moved my hand under her sports bra, giving her breast a gentle squeeze, as I started kissing her neck again. A small moan escaped her lips, as she tugged at the ends of my hair.

I pulled myself up, so that I was kneeling in between her legs. I reached for her sports bra, and slowly pulled it over her head. I ran my hands down her sides, tracing over her curves, and when my hands reached the strings of her red lace panties, I pulled them off, and threw them behind me. 

I grabbed the waist of my sweatpants, and pulled them down, along with my boxers. I positioned myself back on top of her, and ran my hand over her clit. I don’t know why she was acting like she didn’t want to do it, because she was already wet. I slowly slid my length inside her, making sure not to go to fast so that I wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Mmmm” Y/N started to moan.

My pace was steady. It wasn’t too fast, and it wasn’t too slow. Even though we did it last night, she was still super tight. I felt her walls squeezing around me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. 

“Faster E…” she said, looking up at me. 

I knew if I went any faster, I would come immediately, but fuck it. I picked up my pace, pushing myself deeper into her with each thrust. A few groans escaped my lips, as I felt her muscles tighten up around me. I could feel her body start to shake under me, and I lunged into her harder, and drawing the both of us to our climax.

I climbed off of her, and pulled her into my chest. As our breathing was starting to calm down a little, my phone rang. I reached over to the nightstand for it, and saw Grayson’s name appear on the screen.

I cleared my throat before picking up the phone.

“Hello?” I said, putting the phone on speaker.

“Where are you? I’ve been texting the group chat all day, and neither one of you guys replied. That’s like so freaking rude!” he said in his preppy white girl voice, which caused Y/N to slip out a laugh.

“Are you with Y/N?” Grayson asked. I starred at Y/N who was mouthing for me to just tell him, so I did.

“Uh yeah. I’m… I’m helping her finish packing.” I said.

“Okay, cool I’m coming up.” he said, before hanging up.

Shit. Y/N and I were still naked, and you can tell someone clearly just had sex in this room. The sheets were half way off the bed, and the comforter was on the floor. I quickly grabbed my clothes, and put them back on, before fixing up the sheets.

“E, I can’t find my underwear.” Y/N said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not funny. Maybe if you didn’t throw them across the ro-” she was cut off by a knock on the room door. It had to be Grayson, because he said he was coming up a few minutes ago. Y/N was still naked, so she quickly grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and ran into the bathroom, so I could open the room door.

“How long does it take to open a door?” Grayson asked sarcastically as he walked into the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, as his eyes scanned the room.

“She’s getting dressed.” I said, running my fingers through my hair.

“We gotta get to the airport soon. Isn’t Y/N’s flight an hour before ours?” he asked.

“She’s coming with us to Melbourne. She’s staying for another 3 days.” I said, taking Grayson’s snapback off his head, and putting it on.

“No way!” he said. Just then Y/N came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of black leggings, with a black Adidas t-shirt. Grayson ran over and embraced her with a hug, cheering how happy he is that she’s staying with us for a few more days.

We were getting ready to leave the hotel room. Y/N was finishing up with her suitcases, and bags, when Grayson said called her name.

“Ummm Y/N…” Grayson said, causing both of us to look up at him, and my eyes went wide. He ended up finding Y/N’s underwear. I bit down my bottom lip to try to hold in my laughter, but I couldn’t help but let it slip out. Y/N sent me a death glare, and snatched it out of Grayson’s hand.

“Oooo lacey!” he said, with a wink, and I immediately slapped him in the back of his head.

“Ow!” Grayson said, rubbing the spot where I hit him, causing a laugh to escape Y/N’s lips.

I grabbed Y/N suitcase, while Grayson grabbed ours, and we started making our way to the elevator, down to the lobby, and into the Uber heading to the airport.

You should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days
Come on let me change your ticket home, oh
You should probably stay here with me a couple more days
Come on let me change your ticket home
Don’t go, it’s not the same when you’re gone
And it’s not good to be all alone
Don’t go, it’s not the same when you’re gone
Come on let me change your ticket home, oh
 

Our Uber pulled up to the airport, and thankfully it wasn’t crowded with fans because we were already running short on time. We grabbed our luggage out of the trunk of the Uber, and I asked Y/N to take a picture of me so I could post it on Instagram. 

We ended up getting through security and everything just in time, because they announced that our flight was starting to board. We all made our way over towards our flight gate. The flight attendant checked each one of our tickets before letting us onto the plane. Once we were on the plane we made way to our seats, and realized that 2 of us would be sitting together, while 1 of us was sitting in the middle row. 

“I call the window.” both Grayson and Y/N said at the same time. 

Being the gentleman that Grayson was he let Y/N get the window seat, while I quickly sat down next her. Like I was going to let sit Grayson sit next to Y/N. 

Ha Comedy!  

Grayson rolled his eyes, and sat down in the seat across from me, flipping me off.

Why don’t we take some time
Why don’t we take just a little more time
Why don’t we make it right
Girl, I don’t wanna say goodbye

I really wish Y/N could stay for the rest of the time we’re in Australia, but I know she needed to go back eventually for college, but I’m glad I was able to convince her to stay a few more days with me because I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I don’t think I’ll ever want to say goodbye to Y/N.

I looked over, and saw Y/N reading her book. She looked so concentrated, and peaceful. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked. I took out my phone, and decided to take a picture. I contemplated on whether or not I wanted to post it on Instagram, because I didn’t want fans to get the wrong idea, but I honestly didn’t care anymore. I added a simple caption, and posted the picture, tagging Y/N in it.

@EthanDolan: Off to Melbourne ✌🏼🇦🇺 Guess who’s coming with us…😉@YourInstagramName 

Having her with me this past week, made me realize how much more time I want to spend with her. I don’t want the only time we see each other or hang out, is whenever we’re sneaking around behind our friends backs. I want more time with her. I want to be able to go see her whenever I want, or invite her over without having to pretend I’m just her friend. I want to take her on out real dates, and not just sit in her apartment watching Netflix. I know she doesn’t mind doing that but she deserves more than hiding out in hotel rooms, and secret randevus. She deserves more, and I’m going to give it all to her. Once this tour is over, I was going to make things right.

So It Goes / Spencer Reid

A/N: The result of late night writing and having a fever. This is not the happiest story. It’s nearly 3 am and I haven’t edited so there will probably be typos. I apologize in advance. 

Warnings: Mentions of rape/torture. angst. And just bad stuff, my man 

Originally posted by cierrasuee

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Bound to Happen (Part 6), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,640

Author’s Note: I feel like I never made this super clear - but this is not a recreation of The West Wing. It is heavily inspired by it, yes, but they are not White House staffers and it doesn’t follow the exact same story line. Just wanted to clear any confusion! I thought sticking them into an AU was too constricting.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Cursing. This chapter is modeled after the Gaza car explosion episode, so be warned.

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“I can barely go one night without you here, I don’t know how I’ll go an entire week.” Lin collapsed into his dressing room couch.

“Do you want a West End production of In the Heights or not?” You shot back, gaining a huff from him.

You were leaving the next morning to join a select group in early negotiations to put Lin’s show up in London. They were very early negotiations, which is why you were tagging along.

Lin had insisted months ago - when the trip was a distant thing in the future and he thought you would deserve a vacation. ‘You’ve been with this show as long as I have, just make sure Usnavi’s not white and we’ve got a West End production!’ was his stellar reasoning.

Now that the trip was in twelve hours, he was having second thoughts.

“Just, have fun and tan!” He insisted as places were called.

“It’s London!” You reminded him as his cap was secured snugly on his head. 

It was two in the morning when Lin got the call. He grumbled when Tommy flashed across the screen. Probably still adjusting to time zones and didn’t think before dialing, Lin reasoned as he rejected the call and stuffed his face back into the pillows.

He called three more times before Lin finally gave in.

“It is dark as shit out, Tommy.” Lin sneered, arm reaching blindly to flick on his bedside lamp.

It’s Y/N.” Tommy was crying.

“Tommy?”

Lin spent the next few hours on the phone with various doctors and anyone who was in the group. 

A car accident. Lin sent you to London and you were half-dead from a car accident.

“They’re not really telling us anything. We’re not family and we’re in a different country-”

“It’s okay, Tommy. They told me enough.” Breathed Lin, who, after four hours now, was still curled up on his bed. The only visible change was the sunlight peeking in from the window.

“We’re all heading back to the hotel. We’ll keep you updated.”

Lin hung up before Tommy could start another grieving session, as if there was no hope.

Despite what everyone anticipated, Lin was at the theater that night, pleading with anyone that would listen that he was going on tonight even if he had to scream the lyrics without a mic on.

“Either get me a mic, or get the fuck out of my way-” He was taking it out on a poor stage hand whose name he couldn’t remember when he felt a harsh tug at the collar of his shirt.

“Take it easy, man.” Chris was at his side as Lin’s body shook with sobs. The stage hand scampered away, “Hey-”

Lin was struggling to catch his breath, panting as his lungs worked to catch up with the devastation.

I sent her there.” 

“Don’t start with that shit.”

Lin wanted to snap again because he did send you and it was his fault and instead of being greeted this morning with your coffee and a scolding from Karen, all he received was thirty solemn faces that couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now-” Chris offered, giving him permission to do exactly what he had wanted to this morning, “I think we’d all understand.”

“Thanks.” Lin whispered, striding towards the door. By the time he was in the street, he was sprinting back towards his apartment, racking his brain for how long a flight from New York to London was.


Lin expected the booth to be empty - the meeting with the artistic directors of the theater didn’t start for another ten minutes, but he always liked to show up a bit early.

A head start.

To his surprise, the door was open and the lights were on. And there you were.

Humming to yourself, you twirled around the room effortlessly. You were making copies and highlighting important sections of the script and brewing coffee at the same time.

He was in love.

“Uh, hello?” Lin called, standing in the doorway and wondering if he was intruding. You spun and met him with a grin.

“Hi.” He continued to stare, “Oh! I’m Y/N. I’m working on this show by uh-” You glanced down at the script, “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who are you?”

“Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He smiled lightly, wondering how this multitasking scatterbrained girl was now working on his show.

“Of course I knew that!” You certainly didn’t, “I’m your assistant. Well, technically I’m an intern but I feel like that’s such a high-school job title so-”

“Assistant it is.” Lin agreed, slinging his bag off his shoulder and taking a spot at the table you were currently setting up.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You nodded as you continued your impromptu dance around the room - checking that the presentation was set up properly, that the pages were in order and the coffee was on the right track, “I like your show, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Remember I said that when you’re looking for an assistant when this thing hits Broadway.”

Lin laughed lightly as he flipped to the first page of your copy of the script. Hastily scribbled in the margins were notes.

Start with talking to the audience to reassure them. This is a show for them even if they know nothing about Washington Heights.

“I will.”


Lin’s first stop was the hospital - where he had to fight doctors to get to you. He still hadn’t showered and was in the same clothes from when he left the theater.

He probably looked like the messiest, most frantic guest they’d ever had in their waiting room, but he crossed an ocean to be there. He was getting into that room.

Finally, he was in contact with a doctor that understood the circumstances and was willing to take the time to explain the situation and treatment plan - a lot of which made Lin queasy.

“Do you want to see her?”

Lin was ushered to a brightly lit hallway. He had never been in an ICU before and it was just as terrifying as he imagined it to be.

“We don’t expect her to come to anytime soon - but you can go in if you’d like.” The doctor offered. She turned the corner and led him to your room. The door was slightly jar, and she pushed it further open.

“You said she’d-”

“-be just fine if everything goes according to plan, yes. A few months of physical therapy for the leg. Frequent check-ups on the lung. Nothing too strenuous.” She confirmed.

You didn’t look like someone that would be just fine. Lin tip-toed into the room. The tubes and machines and beeping was all too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and suddenly the nausea was catching up to him.

He doubled over at the sight of you, bruised and bandaged and the tears he had been holding in on the plane were spilling here.

The doctor left with a courteous farewell and a reminder that she would be available for questions before closing the door behind her.

It took him twenty minutes to work up the courage to pull the chair up next to your bed. It took another ten for his hand to find yours. 

The next two days were spent in that chair. He set up a writing station by your side, the constant click of his notebook the only thing able to drown out the beeping of the machines. He hotel was used for the shower and its continental breakfast and never for sleep.

He has halfway through tearing apart a lyric when he felt your bed shift. He yanked his earbuds out by the chord, slamming his laptop shut and set it on the floor. He sat up, eyes locked on your face as your eyes clenched in pain.

“Lin.”

He wasn’t sure he heard it. Maybe his mind was playing tricks and you were still fast asleep with the help of very heavy drugs.

“Lin.” Your hand was moving now, trembling as you reached for something blindly.

Your eyes wavered open, lids heavy as you took in the speckled ceiling.

“Lin.” His hand was in yours again, and he was out of his chair in a second.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as it wavered.”You’re okay.”

“You’re here.” Your voice cracked from under use, your throat screaming for water.

“Of course I’m here.” He smiled reassuringly, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He never wanted to see your eyes on anything but him again.

“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, barely decipherable.

A nurse bustled in with a jug of water and instructions from the doctor. A remote was shoved into your hand for whenever the pain became unbearable. You immediately clicked it three times.

“It only works the first time, I think.” Lin breathed a half-assed laugh, trying to keep the mood light in the presence of the nurse.

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated firmly, hand trying to brush away the nurse as she moved to take blood. “Say it.

“It’s not my fault.” Lin said, but didn’t believe.

You let the nurse go about her business for the moment, eventually leaving with the promise of food upon her return. You weren’t hungry. Lin’s hands were on your blankets, pulling it up so it would cover your shoulders.

“Is everyone else-”

“They’re all fine.” He promised, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “They want you to get better.”

“They just want to put me back to work.” You grumbled, voice dipping as you settled back into bed. “I’m irreplaceable.” You smiled, wanting to see it mirrored on Lin’s face - fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you again.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but you had already dozed off, “Irreplaceable.”

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You Trust Me, Right? pt. 5

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you.

Warnings: tattoos/piercing (if you’re offended by those), Tom being a wuss

Tags: @yourgayonlinemom, @bubblyanarocks3, @broken-pieces, @yessy2012


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After her trip to England, (Y/N) returned home and Tom had scheduled a visit to the US for personal reasons rather than professional for once. Seven months later, he was finally going to see (Y/N) again in a way other than FaceTime or video chat. Excited, he flew to the airport closest to her hometown where she would be waiting to pick him up, however the surprise would be on her. Secretly, he had contacted (Y/N)’s mom who had snuck into her daughter’s apartment, packed a week’s worth of clothes, and remained hidden at the airport terminal Tom’s plane was arriving at. 

As soon as he stepped off the plane and through the gates, just as when they met up in England, (Y/N) rushed towards him and threw her arms around his neck, her hands twisting lightly around the curls at the base of his neck.

“Hello love,” he smiled as his arms draped around her hips. Over her shoulder he could see her mom and quickly waved her over. “I missed you so much,” he sighed before pulling away and placing his lips lightly against hers. 

“(Y/N),” her mother quickly cooed in the most embarrassing tone across the terminal.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” she gasped and quickly jumped out of Tom’s arms causing him to laugh and wrap his arms around her as her arms pressed against her sides. His chest pressed into her back and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You forgot your bags at home, honey,” her mother smiled as she rolled a suitcase toward her daughter and handed her a backpack as a carry-on. 

“Forgot my what? Tom, what’s going on?” she asked, turning around and looking at her boyfriend.

“Tom called a month ago explaining his plan.”

“Plan? What plan?” she asked as she turned around in Tom’s arms to face him.

“Have fun,” (Y/N)’s mom called with a wink. “Be careful.” With those last words, she left her grown daughter with the Englishman both had come to love as family. Confused, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at Tom only to have her bags whisked away by two men whom Tom began to follow.

“Thomas Stanley,” she called with a giggle in her voice. “What is going on?” Slowly, a private jet came into view and Tom’s arms slithered around her waist. “Tom? Are you going to answer me?” she asked as he tugged her toward the plane and followed her up the steps and into the cabin, unable to keep his eyes from the sway of her hips. She stopped short of entering the cabin and stared at the inside of the jet in awe.

“Come sit with me, love, and let a secret remain a secret,” he called while patting his lap with a smirk on his lips. (Y/N) smiled as she lowered herself onto his lap and placed her lips against his.

“You do realize that we’re together because you told the one person who is worse at keeping secrets than you your feelings for me, right?” A smile formed on Tom’s face as he gazed at her. 

“I can’t wait to spend the next few weeks with you,” he muttered against her skin. The plane started to move and Tom could feel her body tense in her arms as she tried to slip away from him, only to have his arms tighten around her. “You still hate planes, don’t you,” he sighed, “even with me here?” His large brown eyes flashed up at her like a puppy’s and his lips fell slightly into a pout.

“You make it better,” she smiled and nestled her head against his shoulder as the plane began to soar through the clouds.


Tom couldn’t keep his secret for much longer and, as their plane lowered from the sky to reveal the New York skyline and (Y/N) brought her hands to her head in excitement, he saw the ink on her arm. He managed to keep his mouth shut about it until they reached their hotel room and she pulled her thin jacket off her shoulders, revealing her arm.

“When did you get that?” he asked.

“When did I get what?” she asked, turning away from the panoramic window in their hotel room.

“Your tattoo,” Tom finished as he ran his fingers along her skin, hardly able to feel any of the bumps from where the ink was put in her skin. She smiled as he stared at her arm with an adorable grin on his face.

“I got that one half a year ago, I think,” she said while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“This one, what do you mean this one?” Tom questioned her while raising his eyebrows.

“I’ve been busy since you haven’t been around,” she smirked.

“Did it hurt?” he asked rather hesitantly. She shook her head and offered a light laugh. 

“If anything it tickled,” she stated. “Why, have you been thinking about getting one?” Tom shrugged and walked toward the bed then laid back and stared at the ceiling.

“I dunno. I have thought about it a lot but I’ve never considered going through with it,” he said. (Y/N) slowly made her way toward the bed and laid down beside him.

“You know, my cousin went to school around here and she got her first tattoo at a pretty neat shop on Broome.” She could see interest spark in his eyes but then become masked by apprehension. “Let’s go check it out,” she smiled while pulling herself from the bed and feeling Tom sit up behind her.

“On one condition,” he said while pulling her back to him and positioning her between his legs. “I’ll go if you promise to show me where the rest of your tattoos are.”

“I didn’t know you had an ink kink, Tom,” she smirked and slipped away from his grasp to slide her shoes on. Excited and hesitant, he followed her lead.

“I do not have an ink kink,” he sneered as they neared the elevator causing an elderly woman rounding the corner to slowly approach the couple with her eyes narrowing at them accusingly. (Y/N) laughed lightly into Tom’s chest as they entered the elevator.


Upon entering the tattoo shop, the cleanly scent and continual buzzing of tattoo guns echoed through Tom and (Y/N)’s ears. As the shop experienced a lull in appointments, the owner came over and started to talk to Tom as (Y/N) hovered over the case of piercings. “Have you finally been talked into getting that tattoo?” (Y/N) asked Tom while walking back over toward her boyfriend and the tattoo artist.

“Not yet,” the owner said with a small chuckle. “What about you? Ready for that piercing?” (Y/N) nodded, followed the man through the shop, and sat down on the chair. Tom watched as she sat boldly and prepared to have a 16 gauge needle shoved through the center of her ear. The piercer was positioned behind (Y/N) and Tom stood in from of her. His face contorted into disgust and concern as he watched the tip of the needle slide through her skin, be pulled completely through her conch, and then have the barbell inserted.

“Did that not hurt?” he asked with a tinge of shock in his voice.

“No, not really” she said with confidence, hoping to convince him to get the tattoo he’s been wanting. (Y/N) could see the anticipation and excitement in Tom’s eyes as they flickered from the ink on her skin to the tattoo gun nearby.

“And you said your tattoos didn’t hurt either?”

“I got mine in places that wouldn’t be very painful, I don’t know where you’re planning on getting yours but I think they are worth it.” Hesitantly, he swallowed hard as he glanced over at the shops owner who was cleaning up his work station. “What?” she said with a snickering laugh. “You trust me, right?”

“Okay, let’s do this,” he said and the owner motioned for him to jump in the chair (Y/N) had just been in and took off his shoe.

One Last Dance

Nalu commission for @roxychild94! Thank you so much, Jess! <3

rating: t for implications, swearing, and drinking (let me know if you need me to tag anything)

pairing: nalu with mention of gruvia

characters: natsu, lucy, gray, gajeel, loke. mention of juvia.

word count: 1823

inspired by ‘shape of you’ by ed sheeran


“I’d like to make a toast,” Gray said as he lifted his bottle, grinning from ear to ear. “To the bastard who I thought would never get married. To Natsu!”

“To Natsu!” everyone echoed, downing a swig of their beer or throwing back their shot. Laughter ricocheted off the walls of the bar, and Natsu grinned and raised his bottle up in thanks.

“I never woulda thought you’d find someone either.” Natsu clinked his bottle against Gray’s, silently thanking him. He would thank his best friend later when he was good and drunk and his inhibitions were gone.

“Until I met Juvia, I didn’t even think about getting hitched. The right girl can change your life,” Gray said, and Natsu grimaced. Ever since Ice Princess and Juvia had gotten married and had their son, they had been more lovey dovey than even Natsu and his fiancee. It was a little weird seeing him be so sappy, but Natsu smiled at the thought. Years ago Gray wouldn’t have said anything like that about someone, no matter what their relationship was.

“She’s certainly changed Natsu’s life, that’s fer sure!” Gajeel let out a laugh as he drank the rest of his beer and called to the bartender for another one.

Natsu grinned as he thought of his fiance. She was as gorgeous and she was smart, and he was lucky as hell to have her. They had met in college and he became smitten sooner than he ever had in a relationship, causing him to fall head over heels for her within weeks. He knew he wanted to marry her, so he popped the question after a year of dating. To his excitement, she had said yes.

“Yeah, she’s one of a kind,” Natsu said as he tipped his beer back to finish it. His eyes looked around the bar lazily for a moment, counting all the couples that were spending time together that night. It was only a Saturday, but there were people out on the small dance floor swaying to the beat of a popular song. Natsu didn’t pay much attention to any of the people until his eyes locked on a gorgeous blonde in the shortest shorts he’d ever seen and a babydoll top.

Her hair whipped around her as her hips snapped with every movement, and Natsu dragged his gaze up and down her body. Everything about her was toned, even her ass which tempted him with every shimmy. How she could even dance in those heels was beyond him, and he raised his eyebrows when she turned toward him and gazed into his eyes.

He pointed at himself, and she nodded. She wiggled her upper body at him then, and Natsu felt quite faint at just the sight of her cleavage. Tugging at his collar, Natsu turned toward his friends, who were all staring at him.

“I wasn’t gonna go over there!” he protested, and everyone chuckled.

“C’mon, you gotta go over there now! You’ve only got one more night to do whatever you want before you get hitched. One dance isn’t gonna hurt anything, Natsu,” Loke told him, eyes wandering over the blonde as well.

“But I’m…!”

“If you don’t go over there,” Loke said with a catlike grin, “I will.”

Natsu growled at the man, cursing his protective instincts. He knew that Loke would be bad for the girl. The man had a player streak of being a woman eater where he would chew one up and then spit her out, leaving her in the dust. He didn’t want that to happen to her.

“Alright, fine. But don’t tell my fiancee about this, okay?” Natsu turned to leave, raising his hand in the Fairy Tail sign they used when they were kids.

“Sure thing, boss,” Gajeel yelled back with a smirk, but Natsu didn’t mind.

The woman was now holding onto his tie, pulling him onto the dance floor. She looked even more gorgeous close up.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a toothy grin, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her heels, Natsu was only just a bit taller than her, which was perfect for the close dancing they were doing.

“Natsu Dragneel. Yours?” he replied with a grin of his own. The woman’s cheeks dusted with a pink, and he knew he charmed her instantly.

“Lucy Heartfilia. Pleasure to meet you,” she said, pulling herself slightly closer to him.

“No, the pleasure’s all mine, Luce,” Natsu responded before making a confused face. “Do you mind if I call you Luce? Cause if you do–”

“Not at all,” Lucy said, pressing her hand in a swooping motion across his chest, further and further down until she reached his abs. All the blood in his body rushed south, and Natsu fought not to think of her pushing her hand further down. He was engaged. What the hell was he doing thinking of another woman?

“Alright then. You want me to pick the next song?” Natsu asked, desperately wanting to move away from the situation. Lucy was so beautiful that he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself if she did want to sleep with him.

“Sure!” Lucy grinned again. Her smile was so gorgeous that he wanted to see it forever.

The sad part was that he couldn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her before moving toward the DJ and requesting a special song.

When he came back, Lucy pressed herself firmly against Natsu’s body with movements that he knew was to be his demise. Letting out a breath, he secured his fate when he began to sing to her.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, you push and pull like a magnet too. Although my heart is fallin’ too, I’m in love with your body,” his rough voice growled as she thrust her hips against his, shimmying down slowly and back up. Natsu huffed as he felt her against himself, and he liked the fact that she was so trusting of him.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Natsu,” Lucy said, turning around and grinding her behind against him, and Natsu had to bite his tongue to not let out a large moan. How could she be so damn tempting? He could even see her thong now!

Natsu bent over her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping down to whisper in ear. “Let’s get outta here, Luce.”

Lucy cupped his face and kissed him fiercely before whispering in his ear. “I think you’ll like what you see once you take these clothes off me,” she sing songed, and Natsu whimpered softly.

Both of them stood up and danced for a few more seconds toward the exit, and Natsu looked over her shoulder to secure the fact that his friends were now gone. It had been about an hour since they started dancing, and it had gone by so quickly that he hadn’t realized time had gone by.

Once in the car, Natsu started it and asked what hotel Lucy would want to go to. He wanted to be polite, but he could practically smell her wetness underneath her shorts and it was killing him.

“Magnolia Hotel, please,” she said with a smile, and Natsu started the car and backed out faster than he ever had in his life. He was about to do something really stupid, but he didn’t regret it one bit.


Natsu woke up around 6 AM with no alarm as the light shone in from the window in the hotel. Lucy was still asleep, which gave him tons of time to get to the wedding. As he made coffee, he sighed as he sat down on the couch next to the bed and stared out the window.

Today was the day he was to get married.

“Good morning, Mr. Sunshine,” Lucy teased with a grin, stretching herself awake. Natsu smiled, jumping on her with a huge smile of his own.

“Good morning. How are you?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand. Her hair was like a halo around her head, and even though she had makeup under her eyes she looked like an angel. She was so damn beautiful.

“Well, I didn’t sleep much last night. I had to go find my future husband and see what he was up to at his bachelor party. Thankfully I found him and he was doing more than alright. How about you?” she asked, a smirk rising on her face.

“I slept like crap. I was at my bachelor party and this gorgeous woman pulled me onto the dance floor and practically fucked me with my clothes on. My fiancee is going to be so pissed,” Natsu replied, and Lucy chuckled.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s real angry right now that you had sex with another woman,” Lucy said, barely containing her giggles.

“Especially in the room that we reserved for our wedding night! She’s gonna rip my head off, Luce!” Natsu lamented, beginning to cry fake tears into his hands. After a few moments of faux crying, he looked into his fiancee’s eyes with a goofy smile. The two burst into peals of laughter, falling onto the bed.

After the laughter died down, Natsu put his arm around Lucy’s shoulders and looked at her intensely. Lucy’s eyes widened as he gazed into her eyes, coming closer and closer and finally knocking foreheads with her.

“Luce,” Natsu said, his voice a low whisper, “I would never cheat on you. Not in a million years. And today, you’re gonna be my wife. So I want you to know that.”

“I know, Natsu.” Lucy closed her eyes with a soft smile, reveling in the moment she had with her future husband. There weren’t going to be many moments like this that they were unmarried, so she knew that she better take it for what it was worth right now.

Sighing softly and stared into his eyes gently, she told him the same. “I will never cheat on you, Natsu Dragneel. You are my love, my life, and everything that I have ever wanted in a life partner. I would never abandon you like that for anything.”

Natsu kissed Lucy then; their last kiss before the wedding. Their teeth clacked against each other’s as Lucy deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue across Natsu’s. He wove his hand through her hair as she reached up and rubbed her thumb across his jaw in desire.

When the kiss was broken, Lucy and Natsu smiled at each other for a few moments before falling back asleep together for a few more hours before their wedding. Lucy laid her head on Natsu’s chest and fell asleep with Natsu following soon afterwards with the trust in both of their hearts and minds that they would never cheat on one another.

After all, it was always more fun when they were together.


hehehe, Natsu would never cheat on his fiancee! Sorry if anyone thought that lol. I don’t write “cheating” in stories very often, so please let me know if I need to tag anything. Thank you! 

Commissions are open, btw ;) Message me for details!

anonymous asked:

Could you do Jamilton #1 for the cheater starters please? "I'm sick of being your little secret!"

“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

“Uh huh. Yeah, sorry baby. I forgot to let you know. I’ll be back in the morning, before you wake up. Promise. Well, then go back to sleep so I’m not a liar. Yeah, yeah…”

Alexander heard Thomas trail off and laugh. He sighed, wondering if the other man felt even a little guilty about how often he had to lie to his boyfriend. Probably not. Thomas Jefferson didn’t feel guilt, apparently.

“Okay, bye baby. Goodnight. I love you too. Yep, tomorrow night. It’s a date. Bye.”

Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, psyching himself up in his head.

Thomas came back into the room with an easy grin, setting his phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to tell James when I’d be back. You know how he worries.” He chuckled, not even caring that he was talking about his boyfriend to the guy he was having an affair with. Alex had to grit his teeth.

“Anyway, where were we?” Thomas sat on the bed next to Alexander, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in his lap. They were both already shirtless, as James’s call had interrupted their foreplay.

Thomas started kissing on Alex, trying to pick up where they left off. Grinding up against his ass, kissing down his neck. Only leaving marks where they could be hidden easily. Alexander let him do whatever he wanted, but didn’t react. He just let his hands rest on Thomas’s shoulders, staring at the wall over the bigger man’s shoulder.

It wasn’t too long before Thomas noticed that Alexander wasn’t responding. He pulled his head back up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What is it? You’re normally trying to rip my clothes off by now. What’s wrong?”

Alexander sighed, mumbled his answer under his breath. When asked to repeat himself, his eyes dropped to his hips. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just break the news to Thomas. It wasn’t that hard! And besides, he was doing the right thing. He had to think of poor James, oblivious to the whole ordeal.

“I said…” think of James think of James think of James think of- hell, think of yourself! “we need to stop.”

Thomas, being the gentleman he was, nodded without question and gently set Alex down on the bed next time him.

“Are you not feeling well? Or don’t want to screw tonight? You didn’t have to agree to meet me if you weren’t in the mood, you know.” Alexander shook his head, effectively shutting Thomas up.

“No. I mean, we need to stop this.” He waved his arms around, gesturing to the entire room. “This… this affair. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Well, why not? Nobody’s onto us, right? Why should we stop?” Alexander sighed. Thomas’s lack of a moral compass was incredibly hot when they started hooking up, but it was kind of annoying now that he wanted to break it off.

“Because you have a boyfriend! And you love him. If he finds out, it’ll break him.”

“What do you care? You haven’t given a shit about James… well, ever. Why start now?” He raised an eyebrow. If Alexander actually cared about what would happen to James if he were to figure this out, they never would have started fucking. Obviously Thomas cared, but he was confident in his ability to not get caught. Alexander wasn’t so confident. James wasn’t the real reason he wanted to stop.

Alex didn’t respond. He shook his head, turning away from Thomas and looking to the window of their hotel room. The sun had set hours ago, and storm clouds were rolling in. He sighed. Great. He had known that a storm was coming tonight, but walked to the hotel anyway. He’d thought that he’d be leaving in the morning.

“Are you going to answer me, or just stare out the window for the rest of the night?” Thomas snapped, a little annoyed. He could have at least told him he wanted to stop before he paid for a very nice hotel room, skipped out on a movie night with his boyfriend, and got a boner.

“It’s gonna storm. I should get going,” Alexander mused, standing up and grabbing his shirt from where it had been tossed to the ground.

Needless to say, that pissed Thomas right off. He shot up grabbed Alexander by his shoulder, spinning him around.

“Yeah, fine. We can stop, I don’t give a shit. Hell, I’ll drive you home just to say we didn’t break it off on horrible terms. But you aren’t leaving this room until I get the truth. Why?”

Alex took a deep breath, then started explaining.

“You remember the first time we hooked up?” He asked, finally meeting the other’s eyes.

“Yeah. My office. You barged in, demanding that I signed something. We started fighting, getting in each other’s faces.”

“And then I kissed you.”

“Yeah, I remember. Missed a lunch date with James for that.”

“Good. Why do you think I kissed you? Do you really still think it was just one thing leading to another?”

“Uh…. yes?” Thomas was officially confused.

“Well, it wasn’t. I mean, I hadn’t meant to. It really was just a fit of passion thing, but it wasn’t the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

Thomas sighed. “So what? Your hot, I’m hot, of course we wanted each other. Where are you going with this?”

“I didn’t just want to kiss you…. I wanted you. But not like this. I wanted to be with you, and I wanted you to love me.” Tears began to stream down his face, but he didn’t look away. “But you love James, and I know that. I just thought… I thought maybe this could lead to something more, or that I’d get over my feelings.”

Thomas was shocked. “But you hated me.”

“I hated you because I knew I couldn’t have you! And then I could…. almost. But still, I want more. I don’t want this! I don’t want to have to sneak off to see you!” He shoved Thomas away, and surprisingly, the larger man stumbled back. “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

There was a moment of silence before Thomas managed to get himself to speak.

“Alex… I’m sorry, but I don’t want that. We had our fun, but I love James. I don’t love you.”

Despite the fact that he knew this, Thomas’s words hit Alexander like a bullet to the chest. He tried to nod, wanted to keep his dignity, but within seconds he had dropped to his knees, sobbing.

Thomas sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Luckily, after a few minutes Alex had the answer.

“Is it alright if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna walk home in the rain.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to stay?”

“No. Go home to James. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Thomas stood up, grabbing his things. He picked his phone up and texted James, letting him know he’d be coming back early. He hurried out, rushed by the sounds of Alexander’s labored breathing and choked sobs.

He left without another word, letting the door fall shut behind him as the first clap of thunder hit.

Perfect

Pairing: You/Finn Balor

Summary: For years you’ve known you were Finn’s so why haven’t you ever said anything? This is 2704 words of soulmate/soulmark au because every fandom needs its soul!fics

You’re messing around in the ring with Sami like you guys used to do in PWG. Just flying around and showing off even though it’s only to each other. You’d really missed just goofing around with your buddy and you’ve been having a blast. So much so that you haven’t noticed the adhesive patch that usually covers your soulmark is now lying somewhere by one of the turnbuckles. So when you’re done and you’re both lying on the mat panting, you don’t think anything of star fishing out, arms akimbo, just getting your breath back. 

“Uhm. You might want to cover your wrist”

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Date Night || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by joeck

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N; last imagine tonight guys, i seriously need to sleep. hope you all enjoy it!!xo


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Nico Hischier - Impracticable Part Two

Originally posted by werenski

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three 


Unfortunately, you had planned to stay in New York City for an entire week to hang out with Nico. Your argument happened six days ago now and you have yet to hear back from him. You haven’t received a single call nor text. It had honestly upset you considering the fact the fight only happened because he refused to hear you out. You understood he’s been stressed lately but this was taking it too far. He couldn’t even find the audacity to message you and see how you were doing… alone…. In this big ass city. Where you went to see him.

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Tokyo Love Lights

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

title: Tokyo Love Lights

genre: Fluffy as Jungkook

shipping: Jungkook X Reader

summary: “I’ll stay by your side until you get tired of me.” Well then, forever is a long time.

word count: 1,986


Dating an idol was hard, but you’ve learned to deal with it after dating Jungkook for over a year now. One of the hardest things was when he had to go on tour and be away from you from numbers of days. Being able to go on tour with Jungkook was a chance that you’d get once in a very long time (maybe even a lifetime), seeing that he was in a secret relationship that the fans did not know of. The only people who knew were his members, the managers, his company. However, the company doesn’t really approve the relationship that he has with you, thinking that it brings on a bad spotlight to the band. Even with that, he insisted that he would stay together with you because he loved you and nothing could ever keep them apart or change that.

“Are you excited?” Jungkook asked as he looked at you with loving eyes.

Nodding excitedly, you grabbed his hand and leaned against his shoulder. They were currently sitting in the airport near the gate with the other members and staff. With their “disguises”, none of the fans could tell who they were so it was okay for them to show skinship.

“I can’t believe that I am finally able to go on tour with you! It reassures me in some way since I am able to be with you and I don’t have to fear being attacked or stalked by sasaeng fans.” You said as you lifted your head off of his shoulder and smiled at him. “Thank you for convincing your manager and boss to let me go.”

“Anytime. Get your stuff, we are boarding in a few minutes.”

Standing up and grabbing your bag, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand and followed the others as they waited near the gate to get checked in and on the airplane.

Adjusting the strap of your duffel bag, you led Jungkook to give the attendant their tickets, with the rest of Bangtan and the staff right behind them. As you made your way towards their shared seats, you tried reaching up to place their bags in the storage space that was provided above the seats. It was entertaining to Jungkook, seeing his girlfriend go on her tippy-toes to try and push their bag further inside the cabinet.

Jungkook stood behind you and pushed it for you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. He placed his head on your shoulder and pushed you into your shared row lightly so that they wouldn’t block the way.

“You’re so cute~, jagiya.” Jungkook said as he pulled away and set down his small bag under the seat in front of him. “Sit (Y/N). You don’t wanna stand there the entire time.”

You let out a light laugh and sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and pushed the bag in for you before wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss against the side of your temple.

“Don’t be scared, jag,” Jungkook said as he grasped your hand. “We won’t crash or anything. Promise.”

You gave him a soft smile and waited as the other passengers began to board. As they were getting ready to take off, you subconsciously took hold of Jungkook’s hand and grasped it tightly. Looking out the window, you watched as the plane began to move to the runway, preparing to take off. As the plan began to rise from the ground, you looked away from the window and laid your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself while repeatedly saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay” in your head.

Once they were finally in the air, thousands of feet above the ground and sea, you began to relax a tiny bit. Listening to music with Jungkook while sharing earphones with him, having him practically be your pillow, and just being in his presence made up for all of those nights when he’s come home late. It also made you fall in love with him all over again.

Spending hours on the plane wasn’t so bad and it passed by quickly. Once the plane had landed in the lands of Japan and had halted to a complete stop, You stretched your legs a little, waiting to let the other passengers off the plane before getting your bags from the storage above them. Making your way down the aisle of the plane and through the terminal, you took a breath of Japan’s fresh air for the first time.

As you walked out, you were greeted with the screams and squeals of the fangirls who were guarded by police and bodyguards. You knew you had to walk out to the car first so you wouldn’t be caught and expose your relationship. Slipping your sunglasses on, you quickly walked to the black vans that were parked in front of the airport and got in the car, after placing your luggage in the back of the car.

You knew that the fangirls wouldn’t have noticed you getting in the car since they were too busy gushing over the fact that they were about to see BTS right in front of them. As you sat down, you made sure your face was covered, just in case, and waited patiently for the others to get here.

Suddenly, the screams got louder from inside the airport which then rippled off the crowd outside. You flinched slightly by the sudden change of the volume of noise. As you turned your head to look out of the window, you could see the boys as they made their ways to the cars with the fans being pushed back so that they would have enough space to breathe.

You ducked down in the car as soon as the car door opened so you wouldn’t be seen as the fans attention drifted towards the car of where the boys were now loading into. Taehyung was the first one to get in. He sat in the back next to the window, while Jungkook sat in the middle of the both of you, successfully blocking you from the fans’ sharp eyes. Waiting until the car started to drive off to the destination of the hotel, you slowly sat up and pushed your sunglasses onto the top of your head.

“Do you think that we’ll be able to go explore today?” J-Hope asked.

One of their managers, who was currently driving the car, nodded slightly saying that they’d be able to rest and explore for today only before their schedule started the next day.

The members smiled and started to talk among themselves as they started to plan what they were going to do once they’ve reached the hotel and had finally been set free to have the rest of the days to themselves. Jungkook, however, he took your hand in his and laid his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s stay at the hotel and relax, okay? I bet you feel really jet-lagged too so you can have time to rest. We can go out tomorrow.” Jungkook said, tilting his head up to take a good look at your face.

Giving him a small smile, you nodded. “Alright, let’s do that. We can out and explore tomorrow.”

Jungkook grinned and snuggled closer you, entwining his fingers with yours. You laid your head on top of his and turned your head to the side slightly, pressing a soft kiss on his head.

As the hotel came into view, you hesitantly detached yourself from Jungkook, who was sleeping on your shoulder. Shaking his shoulder lightly, the both you of exited the car and got your luggage, making your way towards the entrance of the hotel.

The hotel was fancy. The lobby floor was marble with chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Everything was mostly white with a hint of gold and silver, here and there. The price of eight nights must’ve been expensive compared to the other hotels that the members had stayed at. Everything was so fancy that it made you feel somewhat out of place. After all, you started as a fan who was lucky enough to have her own ultimate bias to fall for her. Besides that fact, even though you were able to go on this tour which was all paid for by the company, the only thing that really motivated you to go was that you’d be able to spend a lot more time with him while he was on tour, compared to when he would have to leave you for at least two months before returning.

Anyway, back on topic. Making your way towards the elevators, the eight of you headed towards the seventeenth floor. The rooms weren’t that far from each other, as the members went to their designated room that they shared with the other members.

Once you entered the hotel room, you immediately dropped your bag and collapsed on the bed. Burying your face into the sheets, you let out a big sigh. Jungkook came over and laid down next you, his arms under his head, as he turned his face to take a good look at your face. As you turned your head to face him, you were greeted with warm and loving brown eyes.

“You really like staring at me, huh?”

“Only because you are so beautiful.”

Blushing a light pink, you buried your face into the sheets again, letting out a “Stoopp~ You’re embarrassing.”

He let out a chuckle and stood up. “Go and wash up. For once, I am letting you go first so take advantage of this one in a lifetime moment. It’s been a long day of traveling.”

As you let out a light laugh, you jokingly glared at him as you grabbed your things from the luggage, along with your beauty bag. “I hope I steal all the hot water, so you won’t have any, like what you do to me.” You shouted before stepping into the bathroom.

“I’m showering with you! Wait for me!” He said, rushing to get his clothes and running into the bathroom. “Leave some hot water for your Kookie!”

The sky started to grow dark. As the sun started to set, setting a gorgeous array of colors across the sky. The lights of the city started to glow brighter, as the night grew dark and alone. Tokyo, the city that never stops, was shining brightly under the sky. Watching as the cars zoom by from your hotel window, you sat on a chair with Jungkook, wrapped in his arms, making you feel safe and protected.

“We don’t get this often huh?”

He shook his head and buried his nose into your hair, taking in your scent. “You should come on tour with us again. I won’t have to deal with the feeling of being away from you and missing you a lot.”

“That would create a higher chance of us being found out. .”

“Then, let’s become a public couple.”

Alarmed, you pulled away from his arms. “Are you serious?! Jungkook, it would bring bad light to you and your members. You’d lose fans and-”

“None of that is more important than you.”

“Jungkook…”

He placed his hands on your shoulder. “Listen to me, (Y/N). Even if I work with, in your opinion, “beautiful” girls, none of them would compare to you. I could never love them like I love you. You are my entire world and if ARMY can’t accept that, then they’ll just have to deal with it. I’ve already talked with the members about this and I know what I’m doing. I’ll stay with you, protect you, and be by your side until you get tired of me.”

Smiling, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips saying, “Forever is a long time, but it’s worth it spending it with you.”


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