h ha there were like 12 but i gave up around 9

Writing Prompts *Updated*

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1. “I don’t want to have a baby.”

2. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” 

3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!

4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

5. “Well, this is where I live.”

6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”

7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.” 

8. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.” 

9. “I am not losing you again.”

10. “Why don’t they just kiss already?” 

11. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

12. “All I wanted was your honesty.”

13. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

14. “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

15. “I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.”

16. “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

17. “Are you really taking his side against me?”

18. “Wait a second are you jealous?” 

19. “I wish I could hate you.”

20. “I’m sorry if this upsets you, but I’m going to marry her/him.”

21. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

22. “Come over here and make me.” 

23. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

25. “I thought you were dead.”

26. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”

27. “I love you, you asshole.”

28. “You did this for me?” 

29. “You can’t protect me.”

30. “You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”

31. “Promise me you’ll look after your mom.”  

32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

33. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

34. “The way you flirt is shameful.”

35. “I waited and waited, but you never came back.”

36. “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

37. “I want to go back to before….”

38. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”

39. “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

40. “Why are you up so early?”

41. “Please, take me instead!”

42. “You braided his hair?”

43. “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”

44. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

45.  “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”

46.  “I’m your daughter.”

47. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

49. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

50. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

51. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

53. “I’m not happy here.”

54. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

55. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”

56. “You’re hiding something from me.”

57. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

58. “I want my best friend back.”

59.  “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”

60. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

61. “A wedding?”

62. “I just want to be alone right now.”

63. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”

64. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”

65. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

66. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

67. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

68. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

69. “I made a mistake.”

70. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

71. “You can’t break my heart like this!”

72. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”

73. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

74. “I’ve moved on.”

75. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”

76. “Run, and don’t ever look back.”

77. “The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods.”

78. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

79. “Please, don’t give up on me.”

80. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

81. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”

82. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

83. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

85. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

86. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

87. “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.”

88. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

89. “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.”

90.“Who gave you that black eye?!”

91. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

92. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”

93. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

94. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

95. “Are you drunk?”

96. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

97. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

98. “It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”

99. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.

100. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

101. “My parents asked about you.”

102.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

103. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

104. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?”

105. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

106. “There’s no getting out of this. You ruined me”

107. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

108. “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

109. “Don’t say you love me.”

110. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”


Lucifer (Casifer) x Reader
Plot- Reader is the Greek goddess Persephone and Lucifers wife. After she is kidnapped, Lucifer gets Sam and Dean to help get her back.
Warning- Cursing, hinting to sex, thats basically it, mostly fluff


You sat curled up on the couch in your pajamas, reading your favorite book while the tv provided some background noise. It was late, the only light came from the lamp next to you and the tv. You weren’t expecting anyone, you never were, and that’s why you where almost surprised when you heard what you did. Almost.
The flutter of wings made you look up and a smirk stretched across your face.
“How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t sneak up on me anymore. I always hear you.” You spoke out into the apartment without looking back, waiting for a response.
When you didn’t get one, you looked up again. Before you could turn around you suddenly felt arms grabbing you and a bag was pulled over your head. You didn’t even have a chance to fight back before something hard slammed against your head. You slumped forward, only being held up by the unseen arms. Dark spots danced in your eyes, before you lost consciousness.

*12 hours later*

It was very unlike him to be nervous. Not that he was nervous. He was Lucifer, the devil himself, what did he have to be nervous about? Absolutely nothing. He loved you and you loved him. At least, you did before…
He appeared in an unfamiliar hall outside of apartment 666. Smirking he reached up and gave a quick knock, but the door creaked open on its own.
That was never a good sign.
“(Y/n)?” he called.
Walking in he found the tv was on, a commercial for some show playing quietly. The lamp next to the couch was on, despite it being noon, and upon further inspection he found your favorite book lying on the floor.
“Fucking hell.” he hissed before disappearing and reappearing in a familiar bunker.
“Where the hell is she?” he yelled, catching the attention of the boys before him.
Sam and Dean where sat in the library doing research on a potential case.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked.
Lucifer stalked forward, grabbing the man by his shirt collar and pulling him out of the seat.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
Dean shot up and pulled out an angel blade, “What the hell Lucifer.”
Sam stood up straight, easily towering over him, and gave him one of his bitch faces.
“Seriously, what are you talking about?”
“You know who I’m talking about and I have to say its pretty stupid of you two to try and use her against me. You never mess with a man’s wife.” he all but growled
“What? Wife? What the hell are you talking about?” Dean shouted, placing the blade back into his jacket.
“My wife has gone missing and I don’t think its just a coincidence that you two need a bit of leverage to make sure I don’t hurt your angle boy toy. Try and use her to keep me in line.”
“Mhm, ok two things. One we didn’t take your wife, we didn’t even know you had a wife. And two, who the hell is your wife?” Sam asked.
“Well shit.” Lucifer mumbled, more to himself.
The sound of a phone ringing brought all of their attention to Dean. He pulled it out of his pocket and raised a brow.
“Unknown number.” he said to Sam before answering it and putting it on speaker.
“Hello, is there a Satan that we could speak to?”
“This is he.” Lucifer leaned over the table towards the phone.
“We have got a message for you here. Speak bitch.”
“Fuck you, you ass hat. I swear when I get the chance I am gonna take that phone and shove it so far up you ass that when someone calls you’ll feel it in your stomach-”
Then the call ended.
“Well it’s definitely her. At least I know she’s alive.” he sighed.
Reaching over, he grabbed the two by their arms and they were suddenly standing in an empty field.
“What- where the hell are we?” Dean cursed, looking around.
“Middle of nowhere Missouri. This is where (Y/n) was living last. I heard an echo on the call. But really, can they be more cliché? An empty warehouse?”
Turning around, they saw there was indeed and empty warehouse sitting in the field.
“Come on. You two are gonna help me get her back.”
“Why would we want to do that?” Sam asked.
“Cause I feel like this is somehow your fault, everything is really. So you could help, or find your own way back to your dungeon. Your choice.”
That’s how the boys and Casifer ended up sneaking around the empty warehouse. They could hear voices and with every step closer the got, the angrier Lucifer became.
How dare someone even think about laying a hand on (Y/n). His (Y/n).
They rounded a corner and found a group of suited men standing around with a familiar (h/c) in the middle. You were tied up with a gag in your mouth, sitting in a chair with the look of someone that was simply being mildly inconvenienced, not kidnapped.
“Angels.” he turned and hissed to the brothers, “Fucking angels.”
The boys exchanged looks before racing out, each targeting their own. They had the element of surprise and easily took down the first three.
Easily finishing off the others they turned to you, only to find the last angel standing behind you with an angel blade pressed to your neck. Your annoyed expression had not changed.
“One more step and she gets it.” the angel threatened.
Everyone stood stiff for a moment, not knowing what to do.
“Oh come on?” you huffed rolling your eyes.
Suddenly, your hands where free from behind you and you ripped the blade from the angles hand. Whirling around, you plunged it into his stomach.
He fell to the ground as you dropped the ropes from around your body.
Lucifer was too shocked to say anything. He didn’t know how he could’ve expected any less from you. You often left him speechless.
“How did you get untied so fast?” Sam asked finally.
“I’ve been untied for 9 hours. I was just waiting for someone to distract them. I may be reckless but I’m not stupid enough to go 7 to 1.”
“God I missed you.” Lucifer finally stepped forward with his arms out.
You stepped back facing the blade to him, “Watch it. Who the hell are you?”
“Good to see your still faithful. Oh come on baby, I don’t look that different do I?”
You stared for a moment before realization took over your features. You smiled brightly, “You ass.” you breathed out, pulling him into a tight hug.
He buried his face into your hair, breathing in your familiar scent.
He had missed you so much.
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but is anyone gonna tell us what is happening?”
Looking up from your lovers shoulder, you found two unfamiliar boys looking at you, “Who are you two?“
“We could ask you the same thing.” the shorter, angrier looking one said.
“Fair enough. Lets get out of here. These used to be my favorite shoes.” you sighed looking down at the now blood covered shoes.
Walking up to your apartment, you huffed at the fact that the door was still open and Lucifer hadn’t even bothered to turn off the tv.
There was the sound of barking and nails scratching on the floor. Sam and Dean couldn’t see the three hell hounds, but they could sure as hell hear them growling.
“Hey, stop it. Go lay down.” you commanded, “Sorry, they don’t take too well to strangers.”
You and Lucifer sat on the couch while the two boys, Sam and Dean, sat on the love seat to your right.
“So, you’re his wife?”
“You know he’s the devil, right?”
You scoffed, “Ya, I know all about that. I’m Persephone, though I usually go by (Y/n).”
“Persephone, you mean the Greek goddess?” Sam asked.
“The one and only. When Lucifer was cast from heaven he grabbed me and tried to use me as leverage to keep himself out of the cage. But God didn’t give a shit about some Greek goddess like me, so he send us both into the cage. I thought we would be in there forever until you two started the apocalypse and set us free. Then he got trapped again with Michael and I was left out here on my own. So thanks for that.”
“And your still with him? Why? You’re free now.” Dean asked. He couldn’t seem to understand why someone as hot at you would stay with the devil.
“Ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Well I got it bad.” you smirked, cuddling into Lucifer.
“Damn right you do.”
He pulled your face up and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his slid down to rest on your waist. It was a bit strange, making out with him in this body, but you could feel in his movements it was still the man you fell in love with.
“Hey, hey! We don’t need to see any of this. Save it for later.” Dean said, as Sam awkwardly looked out the window.
“Oh we will.” he winked at you and you blushed, thinking if the night that was sure to come. You couldn’t wait to show him just how much you missed him. 6 years was a long time for humans, and even though it was merely a blink in your existence, you still missed Lucifer terribly while he was gone. You moved from town to town to keep yourself from being followed or found, and it got lonely fast. But you were always true to you husband, no matter how long he was gone.
“Well seems like you two are gonna be busy. Mind taking us back now?” Dean grumbled.
“Ya, about that. (Y/n), pack your things, your gonna come live with us.”
“What?” the boys said together.
You groaned, “Why? I was just starting to like this little place. And the local coffee barista remembers my order now.”
“You got kidnapped today. There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight again.”
“Promise?” you hummed before pulling him down and kissing him, ignoring the groaned of disgust from the boys


I have been craving some Lucifer/Casifer stuff for days. Hope you liked it, I feel like I should do a part two (maybe some smut?) if anyone wants it. Thanks for reading, send in some requests!

Strike A Deal | Part 3

Pairing: VIXX Ravi x Reader

Genre: Fantasy/Mythology/Hades! AU

Summary:  When he catches you in his trap, what else can you do but make a deal with the King of the Underworld?

Read more: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 (Last)

Silky sheets feathered over your skin as you slowly stirred awake. These definitely weren’t the cheap woven blankets you had at home. Your eyes fluttered open slowly. Where were you exactly? The room was dimly lit, candles baring the only light to the darkness. The space was lavishly furnished, but the rockiness of the walls had you questioning where you were. 

You pushed the silk sheets off your body, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. You couldn’t process your confusion in your groggy state.  It was a dark labyrinth. Were you underground? Were you in a cave? You couldn’t say for sure. There was a distant glow at the opening of the dimly lit room you were in. You followed the glow curiously, trying to find someone or at the very least a way back home. 

It all came back to you in flashes. You had left the market suddenly, there were suddenly the thick vines of the forest, the brutish men, and then, him. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

Before you could even step out into the glow, two warm arms encircled your waist. Blocking your view of what was actually in the next part of the labyrinth you were in. 

“Good morning, my love,” a husky voice whispered. His warm hand coming down to stroke your head, followed by soft lips brushing against your forehead in a morning kiss. Your heart skipped a beat, never in all your years have you had a good morning like that. Nothing so sweet and exciting. 

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Prompt Requests

@lex-luth-or has agreed to let me use here prompt list so feel free to send me a request with the number and a character and I’ll try my best <3

1. “This isn’t gonna end well!”

2. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!

4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

5. “Well, this is where I live.”

6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”

7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

8. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”

9. “I am not losing you again.”

10. “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

11. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

12. “All I wanted was your honesty.”

13. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

14. “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

15. “I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.”

16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

17. “Are you really taking his side against me?”

18. “Wait a second are you jealous?”

19. “I wish I could hate you.”

20. “I’m sorry if this upsets you, but I’m going to marry her/him.”

21. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

22. “Come over here and make me.”

23. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

25. “I thought you were dead.”

26. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”

27. “I love you, you asshole.”

28. “You did this for me?”

29. “You can’t protect me.”

30. “You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”

31. “Promise me you’ll look after your mom.”

32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

33. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

34. “The way you flirt is shameful.”

35. “I waited and waited, but you never came back.”

36. “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

37. “I want to go back to before….”

38. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”

39. “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

40. “Why are you up so early?”

41. “Please, take me instead!”

42. “You braided his hair?”

43. “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”

44. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

45. “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”

46. “I’m your daughter.”

47. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

49. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

50. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

51. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

53. “I’m not happy here.”

54. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

55. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”

56. “You’re hiding something from me.”

57. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

58. “I want my best friend back.”

59. “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”

60. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

61. “A wedding?”

62. “I just want to be alone right now.”

63. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”

64. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”

65. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

66. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

67. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

68. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

69. “I made a mistake.”

70. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

71. “You can’t break my heart like this!”

72. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”

73. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

74. “I’ve moved on.”

75. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”

76. “Run, and don’t ever look back.”

77. “The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods.”

78. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

79. “Please, don’t give up on me.”

80. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

81. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”

82. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

83. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

85. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

86. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

87. “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.”

88. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

89. “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.”

90.“Who gave you that black eye?!”

91. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

92. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”

93. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

94. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

95. “Are you drunk?”

96. “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

97. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

98. “It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”

99. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.

100. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

101. “My parents asked about you.”

102.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

103. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

104. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?”

105. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

106. “There’s no getting out of this. You ruined me”

107. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

108. “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

109. “Don’t say you love me.”

110. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

111. Meeting him/her for the first time

112. Him/her asking you out

113. Your first date

114. Your first kiss

115. Cuddling with him/her

116. Neck kisses

117. “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

118. “Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.”

119. Going on a vacation together

120. Going to an amusement park together

121. Dancing together

122.Him/her rescuing you (if the person you want can do that ex. superhero)

123. Your first time

124. And what did we learn from that?” “Not to mess with you.”

125.Comforting him/her after a nightmare

126. The wedding day

By Chance (Pt.4)

Member: Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13 coming soon

“Here” he said handing you the famous banana milk and taking a seat next to you. “But oppa, is it really okay to meet like this?” you asked him while puncturing the top of your milk with the straw. He bumped your shoulder with his, smiled at you and said “ Of course it is…I wouldn’t…never mind” and then rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. You looked at him in confusion and shrugged it off. 

He’s been acting kind of strange lately.

“Well…this is nice, meeting outdoors like this I mean” you said as you tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and looked at him. “I told you, meeting in closed spaces all the time gets kinda boring” he replied as he sipped on his flavored milk.

See you and Chanyeol had agreed to meet at Han river late at night. It was nice! The weather was beautiful and peaceful, and the usual city noises and fuss disappeared as the night fell. You shivered and shook your head and closed your eyes for a bit when the cool wind of the night blew. Just then, Chanyeol looked at you with wide amused eyes, ruffled your hair and said “Aigoo! Are you cold because of that small blow?” 

“Aish! Stop! How many times do I have to tell not to do that?” you told him as you fixed your hair. He gave you a laugh that sounded like an exhale and said “Come closer…” you looked at him flustered and said “I…I’m not cold…” and looked away.

“Aish just come closer” he said while roughly putting an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him. “That..that way you won’t be cold” he said avoiding your eyes. 

His arm around you felt like heaven. It felt like it belonged there. You felt protected and warm.

It was silent for a while. You both didn’t say anything nor look at each other. “I’m…I’m fine now oppa…thanks” you said in a slow low voice. He looked at you for a second then cleared his throat and pulled his arm away. “It’s getting late..we should go right?” he said in a hurried tone and got up. You nodded your head and followed him.

“Sorry I didn’t get my car..I could be driving you now instead of making you walk like this” he told you wincing a little and rubbing the back of his neck yet again.

Poor thing! He must be feeling like shit. You thought to yourself once you heard his apologetic tone.

You shook your head at him and shot him a smile and said “No it’s fine. I like walking” he smiled back at you and continued walking with his hands inside his pockets.

“Y/N…” he suddenly spoke and then stood in front of you making you stop in your tracks. “Hm?” 

“I…uuhhh..I was thinking..and I want you to come over this weekend to the dorm..you know to hang out and stuff” he spoke with a rushed tone.

“The dorm? H…hangout? What about…?”

“The company gave us a short break and everyone left. So it’s just me. Will you please come? If you do I’ll make you my famous sausages” he pleaded with a wink.

“If you promise me that then O.K” you told him as you playfully hit his shoulder. He nodded and started walking again. 


“Does this look okay?” you asked Han Byul who was sitting on the couch with her legs on top of the coffee table with a bunch of snacks around her and a book in her hands.

“Mmm” she said not even sparing you a glance. You sighed and took a small pillow and threw it at her. “YAH!” she yelled at you with fire in her eyes. 

She really did have a short temper.

“One does not interrupt one when they’re reading Harry Potter” she told you with a dramatic tone as she held a hand to her chest.

“Whatever! It’s not like this is the first time you read it. Anyways, Is this outfit okay?” 

She put her feet down and her book aside, stood up and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Where are you going?” she questioned with a skeptical tone.

You gulped.

“What’s with your tone?” you asked her with a nervous laugh.

“No I mean. You never wear this sweater for just anything. Plus you have your hair done and you’re wearing your Berry Kiss lipstick. So, where are you going?” she asked again giving you a pair of questioning and teasing eyes.

Shit! There was no avoiding her. Not when she was on her full observant detective mode.

“I..well the truth is..” you began.

Should you just tell her? This has been going on for some time now. And as much as the secrecy was fun, it was getting exhausting, and you wanted to share this secret and excitement with her. Besides, all the lying and sneaking around had to come to an end at one point.

You took a deep breath and said “Sit down I need to tell you something”

“The truth is Byul-ah is that…” 

You told her everything, from how you bumped into him to how he gave you his number. You told her about the texts and even showed her some. You spoke of the late night meetings and calls and your now ongoing friendship with Chanyeol. Everything.

She stayed silent for a while with a shocked expression on her face. Her silence worried you. She was mad, she had to be. You hid the fact that you were friends with Chanyeol for an entire time of god knows how long and lied to her.

“I’m sorry Byullie! I wanted to tell you sooner I just..I wasn’t…”

“Heol…” she said with her eyes wide open. “Daebak!” she said again with the same face.

“Huh?” you were puzzled at her reaction.

“Oh my God Y/N! Do you have any idea what this means?” she said getting up and walking away. She then turned back around and looked at you with excitement in her eyes. “This means..FREE TICKETS TO EXO’S CONCERTS!! Oh God! And backstage access, and free albums and *gasp* you could be the future Mrs. Park Chanyeol!!!!” 

She was holding your shoulders and shaking you now.

“So you’re not mad?” you asked her laughing.

“Mad? How can I be mad when my best friend is a freaking legend! Heol! Oh my God oh my God! Show me the messages again!” she said snatching your phone away.

She scrolled through the messages, squealed and fangirled at some and laughed at the others. “You know Y/N, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he likes you” 

You scoffed and reached forward in an attempt to retrieve your phone. She pulled away before you could reach it and said “no really! Look at the way he flirts with you in such a subtle way! He likes you Y/N”

“You think so?” you asked to which she nodded. You thought about it for a bit before you successfully snatched your phone away from between her fingers and said “Aish! Stop filling my head with nonsense. I’m late” and with that you got up and left heading to Chanyeol’s dorm.

Does he really like you? Was Han Byul right? Wouldn’t that be something! Something great…? You couldn’t deny that the thought consumed you and if that wasn’t enough, you may be subconsciously hoping that he does. That way he may match your newly formed feelings for him. The feelings that you weren’t sure if they were just a mere crush or an actual like. Who could blame you though? He was great to talk to, funny, kind, charming and reliable and almost illegally handsome. Every time you saw him or just texted him, he made your heart flutter with his..well everything.

You shook your head to stop your train of thoughts from going to far unneeded places and walked following Chanyeol’s precise directions till you finally reached his building. Your heart was pounding so hard that it could just jump out of your chest. You held your phone to your ear as you stood inside the elevator and told him “I’m almost there. You better open the door yourself and not your manager or something, this is already awkward as it is”

He laughed and said “why is this awkward Y/N? And don’t worry I’m out in the hall waiting for you”

The elevator door opened and you took one last look at yourself in the mirror before you headed out. 

And there he was. Standing next to the door with his black sweatpants and tee, barefaced with his hair cascaded over his forehead. Gorgeous!

“You look nice” he said eyeing you from head to toe.

You blushed and hit his arm telling him to stop. He rubbed his arm and made a face that made it seem like he was hit by a bullet and not just your hand. 

So dramatic. You thought to yourself.

“Come on in” he told you as he slowly placed a warm hand at the small of your back. You flinched a bit and Han Byul’s words replayed themselves in your mind.

“Not bad” you told him as you looked around the dorm. 

“Yeah, just excuse the mess” he replied with hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Boys will be boys” you joked and he laughed and you both stared into each other’s eyes.

He suddenly broke the eye contact as Baekhyun walked into the room.

“You’re Y/N?” asked Baekhyun giving you a friendly smile. You instantly greeted him and bowed. He bowed back and extended his arm towards you. You shook his hand and he smiled again.

“Baekhyun this is Y/N” Chanyeol said in a slightly flustered tone. Baekhyun nodded with an all-knowing smile and said “so you’re the reason why Chanyeol is always on his phone these days huh?” 

Chanyeol sighed and shot death glares at Baekhyun through his eyes.

“Well, I don’t know about that” you told Baekhyun as you played with your hair and avoided his eyes.

“But you are! And he always talks about you, Y/N did this, Y/N did that, she said this and she said that and..” he was suddenly cut off when Chanyeol kept signaling him to shut up. 

“Y/N have you eaten? I’m gonna make sausages” said Chanyeol. 

“No I haven’t, Baekhyun-ssi would you like to join us?” you asked Baekhyun.

“Maybe next time, lucky you two love birds, Sehun just texted me saying he would buy me dinner” he said while fidgeting with his phone. “It was very nice meeting you Y/N, I hope I see you around here more often” and then he winked at you and left. 

Chanyeol stood beside you and sighed “Just you huh?” you joked. “I’m sorry about that. Don’t mind him. His tongue isn’t linked to his brain at all…shall we?” you nodded and followed him to the kitchen.

“Sit back and let me cook you the best sausages in your life” he joked with a smug look on his face as he held the frying pan in his hands.

“You know, if it tastes bad and you’re just boasting for nothing, then you’re in a great trouble mister” you told him as you sat on the kitchen table and sipped on your served glass of orange juice.

“That’s not possible Y/N. In case you haven’t noticed..I’m out of this world” he said in a very serious tone for just a joke.

“Whatever. Just make it already I’m hungry.”

To say that he looked handsome/adorable like this would be an understatement at the least. His eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration and his hair was messy. His eyes held a determination in them as if he wasn’t just cooking, and his lips were pursed together making his dimple show.

Cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Ta-da! If you don’t like it then you need to get your taste buds checked out” he said placing the plate of the deliciously smelling sausages in front of you and handing you a pair of chopsticks.

“I’ll be the judge of that” you replied holding a piece of the steaming hot food near your mouth.

“Before you eat it, let’s make a bet. If you don’t like it, I’ll buy you an entire box of banana milk. But if you do, then I’ll show you something special.” You laughed at his ridiculous request and said “How is that even fair? I win either way you idiot”

“That’s non of your concern. Call?” you looked at him with a cheeky smile and said “call!”

You took one piece of the chopped sausages with your chopsticks and looked at him as he watched you closely. “Make sure you take the vegetables too” he said motioning at the plate with his head. “Okay mom!” you told him mockingly.

You placed the piece of food inside your mouth and chewed on it thoroughly making sure you got a taste of every flavor and seasoning. “Oh my God oppa this is amazing!” you exclaimed. His hand landed on the table with a loud thud and he said “Aha! Didn’t I tell you?”

“No this is really good!” you said as you ate some more.

“Then eat it deliciously” he said as he  tilted his head  to the side and his eyes held a warm gaze at you, and a smile that was surely to melt your heart was plastered on his lips. You nodded and continued eating.

You both sat at the kitchen table for almost two hours now, doing nothing but talking, laughing and enjoying each others company.

“I haven’t met anyone like you before Y/N” he said as he sipped on his freshly made cup of hot chocolate and his laugh died down.

“Me neither, I’m out of this world you know” you joked and he laughed “ me too, but about you” you continued with a shy smile.

He stayed silent for a while and just looked at you, his warm deep brown eyes looked at you so deeply you thought he may be able to read into your soul.

“Come with me, I wanna show you something” he said breaking his gaze and getting up.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you followed him to the front door.

“You won our bet, so I wanna show you something special” he replied as he slipped on his jacket and shoes.

“Follow me” he whispered as he walked down the street and made sure you were to be unseen by anyone.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked him in a shushed tone. He held a finger to his lips to signal you to stay quiet and said “I’m kidnapping you” and then winked. You rolled your eyes at him and did as you were told.

He took you to his company, SM Entertainment. He walked til he reached the elevator and pressed the number to a floor so high you were sure if you came alone you wouldn’t be able to go to.

He walked to the last door down the hall and unlocked it and gestured you to get in. He opened the lights and you heard him say “Ta-da! My studio. This is where I basically spend my entire time”

“Wow! So you make your music here?”

“Well, since it’s a studio and all” he said with a grin as he took off his jacket and sat down in front of the piano.

“You know what I mean” you told him as you hit his arm the second time for the night.

This boy deserved to be hit for a whole lots of reasons. Being Park Chanyeol was one of them.

“God you’re so violent” he said rubbing his arm and bringing a chair next to him. He patted on the chair for you to sit on.

“I want to show you my recent work” he said and then leaned towards you and continued “I didn’t show this to anyone yet because..well I wanted you to be the first to hear it”

Your heart dropped. Did he just say that? Could it be that…?

“I named this song By Chance, because that’s how we met” he said with his eyes avoiding yours and his fingers hovering above the piano keys.

Your eyes widened in shock and your heart started beating faster. Maybe Han Byul was right. Could he really feel the same way you felt about him, or was your imagination going wild again?

He played his song, and it was beautiful. It seemed like the perfect theme song for that specific day where you guys met. The melody was velvety and soft and special like it was only meant for your ears to hear.

The time? At the moment, it felt like the hands of time had just stopped for you to enjoy that exclusive piece of work that was only meant for you.

He stopped playing when the song ended and he handed you a piece of paper and got up and walked away to one of the corners of the small room. “Read this and let me know what you think”

You opened the neatly folded piece of paper and it had small drawings of Pikachu and bottles of ketchup on its boarders and two words in the middle. You giggled at the poor drawings and started reading what was written.

The two words were {Be Mine?}

You felt warmness explode inside your chest, and butterflies dancing inside your stomach and your hands went instantly cold and your knees were weak.

“Chanyeol oppa I…” you said as you turned to him.

“Y/N..ever since I met you that day, and the second I looked into your eyes, I knew that I didn’t want that to be our first and last encounter. That’s why I took one of your receipts and wrote my number down and gave it to you. I wanted to be your friend..and then we started talking and hanging out and I kept feeling my heart going crazy over..well…everything. And then I thought (God I have to have her)….and..”


“I guess what I’m trying to say is..I like you Y/N. I liked you for a while now. I can’t stop thinking about you. And I find myself losing my mind if I don’t talk to you for a day..so will you? Will you be mine?” he finally stopped talking and you looked at him with heated cheeks and a thumping heart. His state wasn’t any better from yours. He was breathing hard and his cheeks were red and his ears were even redder.

“Chanyeol-ssi..I mean..oppa…” you didn’t know what to say. You never had anyone confess their feelings for you like that. And Chanyeol wasn’t just anyone. He was a celebrity and a big one. A lot of thinking had to be done.

But you wouldn’t just reject him like that, you couldn’t. Not when you knew you felt the exact same way about him. Not when you knew he made you feel special. Not when he made your heart go crazy.

No thinking was needed. Only your feelings and his. Because at that moment, you knew your feelings for him were beyond just a crush. You wanted to be his and wanted him to be yours.

You walked towards him with your head hanging low. You stood at a very close distance from him to the point that only a few inches were separating you two. You lifted your arms and encircled them around his torso and your head was against his viciously beating heart now. You hugged him and you hugged him tight and nodded into his chest.

You could tell he was flustered because he didn’t move for a few seconds, but then you felt his arms around you and he hugged you back and sighed.

He pulled away, put his hands on your shoulders. leaned down to an eye level with you and said “So that’s a yes?”

You nodded shyly and looked away. He laughed through his nose and placed his hands on each side your head and placed a searing kiss to your forehead before he took you in his embrace again.

Cutest Couple on Campus: Young! Remus x Reader

“You look awfully preoccupied, love.” Sirius noted aloud, helping himself to the seat across from yours. Parchment upon parchment of notes were scattered across the tabletop, while a spilled bottle of ink was forming a stain on the floor. Haphazard strands of your Y/H/C hair poked out from a tousled ponytail; your thick-rimmed glasses kept slipping down your nose. You were exhausted. Merlin only knew what time it was – or how long you’d been studying.

“How very astute of you.” You snarled, carelessly, before immediately regretting snapping at him. “I’m sorry, pretend I didn’t say that. You shouldn’t trust what I say right now, I’m in a bit of a mood.”

“Where’ve you been, anyway? In here all evening? Remus has been searching across the castle for you. He sent me in here, James to the lake, and Lily to the astronomy tower. Very concerned with your wellbeing, that one. It’s like he’s your boyfriend, or something – oh, wait! I forgot! It only took you four years, but you’re finally an item!” Sirius, like a brother, pestered and poked around, all with a lopsided smirk plastered across each cheek.

Sirius and James -but mostly Sirius- took great pride in the idea of you and Rem dating. Sirius was your best friend during first year, and on the Hogwarts Express ride into second year, you two sat in the same compartment as Remus. There was a bit of underlying, 12-year-old awkwardness, but once you and Remus got talking about school, there was no stopping you. You spoke all the way through the ride, through the new sorting ceremony, through dinner, to the Gryffindor common room, and straight to bedtime, where your separate groups of friends had to pull you apart.

Over time, a litany of high-sexual-tension moments went down, until finally, a couple days after one particularly rough full moon, Remus came to your bedside in the morning, bloodied and bruised. “The boys don’t take as good of care of me as you do, Y/N.” His puppy dog eyes and pout won you over, and you gave in.

The pouting was cute and all, but you were still tugging yourself from the outskirts of sleep. “How did you even get up here? The stairs turn to a slide when guys try to climb them.”

“James taught me,” Remus hummed, clearly still half-asleep himself. “Come on, Y/N. Back to my dorm? Please?”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

“Alright, Moony, let’s go.” You pulled the sheets off your legs, stumbling out of bed, then guiding him to the door. His body felt so fragile under your touch; like he was a house of cards ready to collapse. You’d never seen him in such a battered state. It was scary how scratched his skin was.

When you got him to his own room, he fell to the bed with a quiet ‘umphf’, then cracked one of his Remus smiles. “Let’s ditch classes today – what do you say? The two biggest Gryffindor try hards blowing off all their work.”

“You’re on, Lupin.” You tossed yourself into James’s bed, knowing he was already to breakfast – gone for the foreseeable future. Sirius was still asleep in his own cocoon of blankets, but he could sleep through a hurricane, especially after full moon. Full moons were rough on all three of them. Each time, for the first couple days post-full moon, the Marauders didn’t dare wake up early enough for breakfast. Frankly, it was a surprise that James wasn’t still out cold. “What do you need, though? Your wounds have to hurt; they look so nasty.”

Before Remus could answer, there was a sudden thud, followed by a hissed, “Bloody hell, Prongs,” and a noticeable shift in Sirius’s position in bed.

“Sirius? James?”

Awkwardly, James staggered up to his feet. He’d been tucked on the floor, on the opposite side of Sirius’s bed, until he hit his head off the nightstand, blowing his cover. “Sorry to cockblock, I just-” he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “wanted to be here when Remus shared the news.”

And, with that, and no real other choice, Remus ended up admitting his feelings for you. You were thrust to Cloud 9.

Ever since, you and him had been going strong. Sometimes, relationships between friends felt forced, but with Rem, it was all so natural, like you were destined as lovers from the beginning.

“I’ve had a lot of work to get done.” You set your quill down, and looking up to Sirius. “Has Remus really been looking for me?”

“Of course he has, Y/N,” Sirius rolled his eyes, then picked at the corner of the fraying textbook cover of your potions book. “I swear, for a bright girl, you can be quite dense about Moony.”

“I’m not dense, I’m-” you broke off when you noticed Remus crossing through rows of shelves, over to you and Sirius. He appeared massively relieved.

“Babe, I’ve been looking all over for you. Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here tonight? I would’ve met you, or even helped study.”

Sirius spun around in his chair, sending a shit-eating smirk Remus’s way. “All this pent-up desire I’m sensing on your end, Moony. Animalistic senses coming on so strong already? Or, are you just, horny? Boner, yet? Don’t forget to put a sock on the dorm doorknob, that way we know you’re-”

“It seems like you’ve overstayed your welcome, Padfoot.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look of embarrassment on Remus’s face. He got so flustered when his friends hinted at any sort of sex life between you guys. Gryffindor’s biggest try hards fooling around with each other? Preposterous.

“That’s fair,” Sirius sniffed, feigning offense. “I guess I’ll be on my way. Goodbye, love,” he leaned in to kiss your hand. “Goodbye, Moony. Give her ass a squeeze for me.”

Once Sirius was gone, Remus jerked a hand through his hair, then plopped into the seat his friend had been sitting in. “We should’ve set up a study session tonight, love. Is there anything I can help you with?”

And you couldn’t bring yourself to say it directly to his face, but that was precisely why you hadn’t told him about needing to study: he was far too considerate. Whenever you, his girlfriend, needed something, Remus would drop everything to make sure you got it. It was beyond sweet, but so frivolous; so unnecessary. Every little girl dreamed of having a doting boyfriend someday, but with Remus, it always put you on edge. You knew he struggled with self-confidence issues, and to some degree, you wished he put as much into building himself up as he poured into supporting you.

“Sorry, Rem,” you twinkled your go-to sheepish smile that you knew he couldn’t resist. “forgive me?”

His crystal eyes widened for a half-second, processing what you’d been hinting at, before he smirked, himself. He rose from the chair and grabbed the knot of his tie with his hand, loosening it as slowly as possible. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the night, my love, or can I steal some of your time?”

“Excuse me, but is Remus Lupin, Gryffindor try hard, making a sexual advance on me?” You licked your lips, and let him take hold of your hands, bringing you to your feet.

“Don’t act like you mind, sweetheart.” He breathed into your ear, then checked to make sure no one was around. “I’ve been wanting you all night, don’t know if I can make it back to the dorm.”

“Don’t, then.” You snaked your arms around his neck. “Plenty of walls in here, no?”

“M-Merlin,” his hands trailed down your ribcage, to your hips, shoving you gently behind the nearest bookcase. “are you sure? Is anyone around?”

“Let them watch.” You worked your lips down his jawline, until you got to his neck, where you grabbed at his dress shirt and started unbuttoning two at a time. Without a worry, you let the shirt slip from his shoulders and pool to the ground, leaving him in thin, tattered undershirt about a size too small. He pushed your hands down to his belt buckle, before pulling his own hands back to your top half.

“Are we actually doing this, Y/N?”


“Lupin! Y/L/N! What are you doing?” You both whirled around to find a mutual friend from Ravenclaw standing there, her eyes wide, mouth agape.

“Fuck, fuck, do not tell McGonagall.” Remus scrambled to pick up his shirt and force his arms through the sleeves. “She’d rip us both to shreds with her eyes closed.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” The Ravenclaw girl laughed airily, friendly. “Cutest couple on campus, getting it on in the library. I swear, you Gryffindors.”

And across the few feet of space between you and Remus, there was a fondness like no other; a certain attraction that didn’t seem real, unless you lived it. Love was a paradox in that, it didn’t exist until you felt it, but you couldn’t feel it without knowing it existed.

Cutest couple on campus, getting it on in the library.

AN: Only my third imagine, sooooo, not the best. But young Remus is so cute, I can’t stop writing about him, ugh.

Samurai Love Ballad Party: Communicating Through Touch (Maeda Toshiie/Inuchiyo)

It’s funny how knowing you mean the world to another person can change your perspective on things. The outside world seemed brighter, the grass seemed greener, and you could look directly up at the sun and not mind the tears streaming down your cheeks as you did so, because to you, that other person meant more than the sun and all the planets and their moons combined in your heart of hearts. Overdramatic, much? Maybe. But you didn’t mind it. No, you didn’t mind it at all.

8:04 A.M

“Are you daydreaming again?” You heard an annoyed voice sigh, snapping you out of your thoughts, “I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes now, have you gone deaf already?”

On a normal occasion, you’d retort right away, either calling him out on being mean, or pointing out that he wasn’t exactly excluded from being an airhead either, but instead you reached for his hand, so much bigger than yours and calloused from years and years of war, squeezing it tightly. His violet eyes enlarged immediately in shock, but softened once he saw the look in your eyes.

I love you.

He squeezed your hand back in return.

I love you too.

You and him had always had a special connection. Even when you both constantly bickered and fought, it was somehow comforting in a way. You two were so close that when you grew up, you eventually began to be able to communicate with a single glance and understand completely what the other was trying to say. Of course, if you ever told anybody this, they’d think you were nuts, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to tell anyone. It was a secret that only belonged to you and him. However, that’s not the only secret that came to light. After you confessed your feelings to one another, fast forward a few passionate kisses and heartfelt conversations, you discovered something new. You could communicate through touch. These discoveries were especially handy, since you both had trouble admitting things out loud without getting flustered.

12:41 P.M

You were carrying a platter full of desserts to bring to Lord Nobunaga, but when you walked into his quarters, you saw your lover speaking to him.

‘Should I come back later?’

Just as you were about to leave, Ranmaru ran into the room and confronted Lord Nobunaga.

“Milord! Lord Mitsuhide has something he’d like to discuss with you!”

“I swear, that man never lets me catch a break. I’ll be right back to continue our conversation, Toshiie,” Once he made eye contact with you, he smirked and turned his head back to Inuchiyo, “Your loyal little wife will keep you company while I’m away.”

“My whaaaa!?” He blushed furiously, “L-like hell!”

You knew he was just embarrassed, but your heart couldn’t help but sink. Did he genuinely not have any thoughts about marrying you?

“Hey, why do you look so disappointed? Your pouty face makes you look like you got all your baby fat back.”

“H-huh!? How dare you! God, you’re so rude, Inuchiyo!” You yelled at him, “And for your information, I’m upset at the fact that I’m the only one thinking about our future!”

“Wha—o-oh..” He avoided your gaze when he realized what you had meant. The room went silent for a few minutes before he spoke up again, a blush creeping onto his cheeks once more.

“Dammit..” He made his way over to you, huffing in frustration as he did so. When he was so close that your nose nearly pressed into his masculine chest, he brushed your bangs aside, and..

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.

Pecked your forehead. You weren’t expecting this, of course, and it made your heart swell. You nuzzled into his cheek affectionately.

I know.

One of his hands reached out to hold yours, stroking your ring finger softly.

I want to marry you.

His other one drifted from your shoulder to your belly, caressing it with his thumb.

I want to start a family with you.

Tears started coursing down your cheeks as you nodded and put your hands over his.

Me too.

His unspoken sweetness did not ever fail to make your heart race and your love for him grow even more by the day.  That was more than enough to make you forgive him, over and over again.

7:07 P.M  (See what I did there MM fans? (;)

As you were giving snacks to the other retainers while they were in the middle of their war council, you had received a compliment from one of them, which didn’t exactly happen often.

“Y/N, your food is always so delectable, you’d make a fantastic wife!” He grinned.

“I was thinking the exact same thing, so Y/N, how about it?” The retainer next to him winked at you.

“Hey! Hands off or I’ll knock all your teeth out so that you’ll never be able to taste her food ever again!” Inuchiyo growled.

“Would you like to tell me why you are all focusing on my little kitchen mouse and not the upcoming battle?” Lord Nobunaga gave the three a death glare, and motioned for you to get back to work.

You nodded and were about to leave, but a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, quickly stopping you in your tracks. You jumped in surprise and turned around, and it was none other than Inuchiyo. You looked into his eyes, trying to find what he was trying to say, but all he did was squeeze your wrist and you knew.

The only one allowed to protect you and bring you happiness as your husband is me.

You smiled, pulling your arm from his grasp so you could wrap your own around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek in response.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

9:59 P.M

Lord Nobunaga had held a feast after the war council was done and over with, and you could hear the banter and chattering of the drunk retainers in the main hall. You, however, weren’t a part of that crowd, thank goodness. You were sitting on the porch with your beloved, looking up at the bright shining stars. Eventually, the loud voices of the retainers became quieter and quieter until you knew all of them were passed out on the floor, hiccupping in their slumber. You would have laughed at the thought, but you knew whenever they did this, it meant the feast was pretty much over and you should have gone to bed by now as well. But as you looked over at Inuchiyo, struggling to keep his eyes open, you mentally decided against it, not wanting to waste a single second away from him. You two had been talking for hours, until your conversation had become limited to sleepy murmurs and going silent for at least ten minutes before speaking again. It was clear he’d fall over asleep any minute now, and you didn’t want him to suffer just to stay awake with you. You placed your head on his shoulder and nuzzled it lazily.

I’m tired, but I don’t want to wait till the next morning to see you again.

Whatever he was thinking woke him right up, as he flushed red and he scratched his head nervously in thought.

“Urgh..want to..go to sleep together?”

You didn’t know how he meant that statement, but you grew warm as you realized you didn’t care either way.


11:01 P.M

Inuchiyo’s bed was so, so warm. You weren’t sure if it was because of his body heat, or yours when you realized he was sleeping so close to you. Because of this fact, you couldn’t quite get to sleep as easily as he did. If you turned the other way, you could feel and hear his warm breath against your ear, making you shudder, and if you turned to face him, you couldn’t help but look at his unusually innocent face. Your hand seemed to move on its own, brushing his raven locks aside.


You immediately regretted this decision, when one of his striking amethyst eyes slowly popped open.

“Ah, I’m sorry Inuchiyo..”

You looked down, avoiding his gaze.

“What are you doing still up? Can’t sleep?”


“You really are a pain, you know that?”

“Hey, that’s so not fair-!”

Your words were cut off when his strong arms wrapped around you, crushing you to his chest. You don’t know if being in a tired state brought out his forwardness, but nevertheless, you were left speechless.

“Quit being so damn stubborn and go to sleep.”

You were in no position to refuse considering that you didn’t want to, and that you were too flustered to think properly. Feeling his skin against yours, his heartbeat against your own, his hair rubbing against your forehead, it was too much. However, you decided to curl up into his arms after a while, trying to stop your pounding heartbeat as you cuddled into him.


“Mmn..what now..”

“I love you.”

It was his turn to be flustered as your legs wrapped around his and your arms squeezed his torso.

“You..how come you can say things like this so easily at night..”

“What do you mean?”

“If you say those things to me, I..”

He looked up at you.

“I can’t control myself.”

“I don’t mind.”


“I won’t stop you..if you want to do those types of things to me..”

“You..shouldn’t be so defenseless..”

“I’m not. It’s only natural that I’d want to be as close to you as possible, right?”


After looking everywhere but your eyes for a few minutes, his hand came to rest upon your cheek.

Are you sure?

When you nodded, he leaned in, your noses touching..and kissed you. His kisses were always so very passionate and loving. Once he gave you one, you wanted him to give you at least a hundred more, that’s just how addictive his lips were to you. He must have been thinking the same thing, because next thing you knew, you felt his tongue on your lips, asking for your permission to go inside of your mouth, which of course you granted. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but let out a moan inside of his mouth, which only egged on his movements. As you two exchanged saliva, his hand ran across your body.

I want to touch all of you.

Your tongue caressed his own.

Go ahead.

And you guided his hand to untie your obi.

Make me yours.

7:55 A.M

Your eyes fluttered open, wincing at the blinding sunlight peering in from the windows. You looked away from it, wanting to sleep a little longer, but then you saw how you looked in the reflection of the mirror in front of the bed. You had purple marks on your neck, not to mention your messy hair and your lack of clothes. When you remembered what had happened last night, you blushed deeply. You looked at your lover sleeping next to you, his arms embracing you tightly. You smiled, and kissed his lips lightly so that he wouldn’t wake up.

I’ll stay with you a little bit longer.

anonymous asked:

Sorry I meant part 4 to the cracked bones one please? lol

I can most certainly do that!  Here is Part 4 to the cracked bones imagine, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Epilogue)

Walking in to work, side by side with Spencer, the team eyes you curiously as you the two of you down your coffees as you sit in the meeting room, a folder being slapped in front of you both.

“We are 10 hours into an abduction,” Garcia says, hustling in front of us to start her slide-show.

Skimming through the packet, taking in all of the information, you feel the tightness in your back start to build.

“Any enemies of the parents?  They aren’t of any importance,” Spencer asks.

“What about bullies at school?” Morgan throws out.

“Why are we getting this only 10 hours in?” Rossi throws back.

Your head whirling as you slowly scoot your chair back, you turn your body and walk out the door, Hotch calling after you as you venture towards the steps.

“Y/L/N, wha-”



Crack crack!



Groaning as your eyes flutter closed momentarily, you take a deep breath and sigh as you open your eyes and look at Hotch.

“If the parents aren’t of importance, and they have no common enemies, and there’s been no ransom demand…then there’s only one other option,” you say, straightening yourself up as Spencer appears behind Hotch, his brow furrowed in sadness seeing you stand in the corner.

“Human trafficking,” Rossi yells from the room.

“Reid, Prentiss, the two of you go talk with the family.  Rossi, Morgan, and Y/L/N, come with me to the site where the girls were last seen,” Hotch rattles off, prancing down the stairs as you follow closely behind him.

“Looks like your coffee didn’t quite work,” Prentiss says, eyeing Spencer out of the corner of her eye as she crosses her arms, taking in Spencer’s defeated stance.

“What am I going to do?” he says sheepishly, his sleepless-darkened eyes finding Prentiss’s gaze as her face softens.“I don’t know,” she says, putting her hands on Spencer’s shoulders.  “Just…be there, I suppose.  Eventually she’ll come around.”


Taking a look around at the crime scene, you look up and eye the camera that Garcia had found that gave the team the footage of the abduction.

Looking around as Hotch and Morgan scale the alleyways, you take your phone from your pocket and hit your speed dial.

“Give your sacrifice to the Oracle of Knowledge,” Garcia says as she answers the call.

“I owe you a bottle of sparkling grape juice,” you say, a giggle emanating from the other end of the line.

“What’s up, chica?” Garcia asks.

“There is another camera on this street.  Across the block, attached high up on a phone poll.  Can you see if it has anything?”

“Sure, gimme ooooone sec…” she draws out.“Y/L/N!  We found something!” Morgan yells out.

“Got the footage,” Garcia says.

“Alright, look thru it and call me or Hotch if you find anything worth talking about,” you say, closing your phone as you trot over to Morgan.“What’s up?” you ask.

“Look,” he says, putting his hand on the small of your back as he ushers you over to a dumpster.As Hotch looks up at you, concern in his eyes, you walk over beside him and stare down at the ground.

Feeling your eyes widen as your knees begin to tremble, you feel your phone begin to vibrate.

Not moving a muscle, Morgan reaches over and pulls your phone from your pocket, opening it up to Garcia’s voice squealing on the other end.

“Y/N!  Y/N!  Oh, my god, put me on speaker!”

“What is it, baby girl?” Morgan says as he presses the speaker button.

“Oh, h-hello…wait, did I dial you?  I thought I dialed Y/N,” she inquires.

“Just talk beautiful.  What’s going on?”

“Y/N found another camera across the street, so I accessed it and pulled its footage from 12 hours ago.”

“What have you got?” Rossi says, your body wavering as you continue to stare at the ground.

“You have a witness.  There was another girl in the alley that got away.  She hid behind the dumpster before the guys got to her, and instead of going after her they just…left her behind,” Garcia rambles.

“In the video, was the girl doing anything in particular after the abduction happened?” you finally speak up.

“Yes, h-how…?  You know what, never mind.  Look in that alley…it was almost as if she was writing something on the ground.”

“Any way the footage is clear enough to get a facial recognition?” Hotch asks.

“I can try, boss, but no guarantees,” Garcia says.

“Alright, thanks baby girl,” Morgan says before hanging up the phone call.

“Any idea who could have written this?” Hotch asks you lowly, his hand in between your shoulder blades.

Feeling the tears trickle down your cheeks, you shake your head as you slowly start to come back to reality.

“There are a few ideas, depending on what Garcia can pull, and what Reid and Prentiss find out from the parents,” you say flatly.

“Well, lets take some pictures and meet them back at HQ,” Rossi says, taking the camera from your hands as he starts to take pictures of the alley.

Walking beside Hotch back to the car, Morgan staying behind with Rossi to call and update the rest of the team, the two of you walk in silence as you slowly open the passenger-side car door and climb in.

Leaning your head back into the seat, you pick it up and slam it back into the cushion, over and over and over again until Hotch takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Who has access to your social security number?” Hotch inquires.

Chuckling lightly, you lob your head over and look him in the eyes.

“That’s not my social security number.  Well, it is, but it’s written backwards,” you groan, bringing your hands to your face as you rub deeply at your eyes.

“Does that mean anything to you?” Hotch asks, his worried expression taking over his stern face.

“Oh, Hotch…” you lull, chuckling absent-mindlessly as you take a deep breath and sigh, “It means the world to me.”

I love you- Part 12- last part

You guys!! The diary series has come to an end.Well, after this part it has come to an end.

Another thing,  I suck at updating when i say i’ll update and i suck at keeping promises. Oops. sorry. 

One more thing, I would love to meet whoever is going to the OTRA July 9! just inbox me or yeah…

Okay, heres the last part.

You would have never thought that you would come this far with Harry. You thought that after he read your diary, he’d leave you for good. You thought that you wouldn’t give him a second chance after he cheated on you with Nadine.

You would have never thought that you would get married to Harry. Never thought that he’d propose to you on your fifth year anniversary.

Today was yours and Harry’s fifth year anniversary and you guys decided to walk around the city for the day. Nothing too big.

Harry reached down and grabbed your hands in his, intertwining them. You smiled. He gently rubbed little circles over the top of your hand with his thumb. He then started swinging your hands in between you two.

“What, are you five?” You asked, giggling at the childish grin he had. “Oh my god, I’m dating a five year old. ”

He shook his head and pulled your hand, tugging you into his body. You sighed and wrapped your free arm around his waist, your hands resting on his hip. “I’m not five. I’m a twenty-one- year old man, okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking around you to see men and women dressed in suits and pencil skirts with a white blouse or white button up shirt. Then there were people who were wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “You can be my five year old, yeah?” You grinned.

“Nope. I’m your twenty-one year old man. ” he muttered, kissing your temple.

You rolled your eyes. “Mhm, okay. ”

“On a serious note,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “You know that I love you, right?” He looked down at you and gave you a loving smile.

“I know that, H. ” you squeezed his hand. “And I love you, so much. ”

He grinned. “You make me happy, baby. M'the happiest I can be. Probably more, thanks to you. It’s not your beautiful eyes, your amazing lips, and perfect face that gets to me. "He licked his bottom lip and stopped walking. "It’s how you manage to make me smile without even trying so hard. It’s how your voice gives me butterflies in my stomach. It’s how you laugh at my stupid jokes. It’s how you listen to me. It’s how you get me like nobody else does. ”

You had tears welling up in your eyes and a wide grin was plastered on your face. “H, stop. You’re going to make me cry in public. ”

He chuckled. He lifted his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “Well, good. ”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Why do you have to ruin the cute moment?” You whined. “You always ruin a cute moment. ” you muttered. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. You started walking.

“Baby, can I ask you something?” Harry asked, who quickly caught up to you with his long lanky legs. “Would you marry me?” He asked.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Yeah, I will. ” you nodded. “Now come on, I’m starving. ” you reached behind you to grab Harry’s arm but instead, you hit a little kid in the forehead.

You turned around and gasped. You opened your mouth to say something, but your eyes caught a glimpse of curly hair. You looked behind the kid to see Harry suppressing a laugh, kneeling down on one knee and holding a box with a beautiful, silver, shiny ring.

“Im so sorry, buddy.” You said quietly to the kid, not looking at him. “Thought you were that idiot on one knee. ” you muttered.

The kid turned around and shrugged. “I think he’s proposing to you. ” the kid grabbed my hand and tugged me towards Harry.

“Harry,” you hissed. “Get up. This isn’t funny. This is cruel. ”

“I’m serious. Marry me. ”

“You’re not kidding?” You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes once again.

He shook his head and smiled. “I’m serious. I don’t want to marry anyone else. I want you and only you. ”

By now, people have crowded you and Harry. Some people with their phones out recording. “Say yes.” The kid said, squeezing my hand once before giving it to Harry.

“Thanks, bud. ” Harry grinned.

The kid smiled. “You’re welcome Harry. .” He waved and took a step back and met his mom who smiled down at him.

“So what do you say?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes. Oh my god, yes. ” you cried. He grinned and slipped the ring on your finger before standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you in circles. He set you down and leaned forward to capture lips.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips.

“And I love you. ”

A year after you guys got married, you would have never thought you would get pregnant and have a healthy four month beautiful baby boy.

Your hand automatically flew to your stomach, rubbing it where there will be a bump in a few months. You couldn’t believe the two straight lines on the stick that is in your hand. You thought your eyes were playing tricks on you.

You were ecstatic, but you didn’t know how Harry would take the news. You knew he wanted children, but you didn’t know if he wanted to wait a couple of years or not.

“Baby, I’m home. ” your eyes widened. You threw the boxes and all six pregnancy tests under the sink and walked out off e bathroom just in time to see Harry marching in the room. He grinned and dropped his coat on the bed before walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hi, love. ” he murmured before leaning forward to press a kiss on your lips. “I brought us some Chinese..” He sat on the bed and took of his boots before standing up.

You grinned and grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you to the kitchen. You let go of his hand and served him and yourself some Chinese food before sitting down across from him.

“Sorry m'late, love,” Harry swallowed border continuing. “I went to visit my dad after the studio and spend a little bit of time with him. Feels like I haven’t spent time with him lately. ”

You nodded and set your fork down on the plate. “It’s okay. ” you nodded. “How the new album coming?”

He grinned. “It’s great! Got a few songs written down. ” he mumbled. He looked up at you and frowned. “Are you not hungry? You haven’t eaten anything, baby. ”

“I hate you, styles. ” you blurt out. His eyes widened and set down his fork slowly.


“I hate you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“You make me nauseous. ” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What? Love, you’re not making sense. You’re telling me that you hate me then you’re telling me I make you nauseous?”

You nodded. “Yeah you make me nauseous. ” he grabbed his cup and took a sip. “Or it could be the mini human being that’s in me. ” you shrugged. He spit his water and started coughing. “Either way, I wanna barf and its your fault. ”

“You’re pregnant?” He asked.

You bit your lip and nodded. He stood up and walked up to you and out a hand on your belly. “You’re telling me, that there’s a mini you or mini me in there?” He asked, pointing at your stomach with his free hand.

You nodded.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Harry, I took six pregnancy tests. I’m positively sure. ”

He giggled. “I see what you did there.”

You groaned. “Why did I say yes to marrying you?” You mumbled and leaned forward, your forehead resting on his stomach.

“The kid Made you say yes.” He muttered become pressing a peck on top of your head. “I love you, Y/N. ” he bent down and balanced himself with his hands o your knees. “And I love you, little one. ”

You couldn’t ask for anything better than what you have now. You have everything you’ve ever wanted. You have and amazing handsome loving husband and a beautiful baby boy.

“How are my two favorite boys?” You asked as you walked in the living room to see Harry sitting down with Theo in between Harry’s spread legs. You walked up to the two of them and sat down across from them. “How’s my favorite little boy, hm? Is daddy giving you some tickles?” You cooed as Theo laughed with his fist in his hand. Harry tickling his little chubby feet.

“Hi, love. ” Harry said, leaning forward to give your forehead a quick peck. “Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? I made some pancakes. ”

You shook your head and sent him a smile. “I’m fine, thank you. ”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it once. “Thank you. ”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “For what?”

He shrugged. “For.. Marrying me. Giving me this little bundle of joy. ” he said, bopping Theo’s nose gently. “For everything. I love you.”

“And I love you. ”

Reverence - 4. First morning

Originally posted by jensens-apple-pie

Summary: Reader x Dean: Dean and the reader has a little, awkward, heart to heart over breakfast as Dean silently enjoys the addition of an extra hunter to the bunker…. And bacon, because what’s a good morning without good breakfast food?

Word Count: 2772

Triggers: Talk about nightmares, hints at bad past, slightly “angsty”

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour  Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Note: This is a slow burn type story, really slow, but I promise it’ll be worth the wait! The full story will be written in third person limited point of view with Dean as the main character.

Chapters: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  
Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13   Part 14  Part 15  Part 16


Dean smiled to himself as he walked towards the kitchen, hearing (Y/N) humming slightly off-tune from somewhere inside. It felt nice waking up and knowing she was there. As a friend. Dean reminded himself. Shaking away the warm feeling in his chest as he continued padding barefoot across the cold bunker floor towards the kitchen, drawn in by the smell of bacon and eggs.

He stopped when he got to the door. Smiling as he watched her walk around the kitchen as if she were already truly part of their little dysfunctional family. Humming a song he couldn’t really place as she opened cupboards and drawers, trying to familiarise herself with where everything was as the bacon cooked.

Though Dean had drawn the line within himself, more than once, and decided to only see her as a friend, he couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was. Which honestly, even friends were allowed to take note of he reasoned with himself. Dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts and a Led Zeppelin tank top, he still had to mentally slap himself to stop from staring at her long, smooth legs. Just a friend. Dean berated himself silently as he forced his eyes to move away from her legs only to land on her bare neck.

Her (Y/H/C) hair was up in a messy bun, leaving only a few strands to tickle the soft skin of her slender neck. Damn it… Why was it so hard for him to keep seeing her as just a friend? He’d done well yesterday. Sure, he was a hot blooded male and she was, well she was hot… But that didn’t mean he had to stare at her like some hormonal teenager. He’d been attracted to women before and still managed to keep some distance between him and them. Plus, he knew there was so much more to her. Things he wanted to keep in his life. 

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Love At First Sight

Requested:  Good luck with this blog !! I request a Kit Walker imagine, surprise me ;-)-Tates-Tortilla

Kit sighed as he walked into the common area of Briarcliff. He looked around the room and wanted to bash his head into the wall. Everyone around him looked legitimately crazy. He rolled his eyes. Great. He thought as he walked over to the couch. He sat down and crossed his legs. Who was he going to talk to? He didn’t want to be friends with these people. Especially if they didn’t want to listen to him. He had no one to tell the truth to.

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Snow White and Beauty

Hiya! May I have an imagine where your moms are best friends and go out for a girls night. The two of you have to watch his little sis together and you two are both super duper shy and some how end up falling asleep on the couch together and end up cuddling only for your moms to come home and gosh over the two of you! I love your imagines so so so much!!!

A/N: Since The Basketball Game is similar of how there moms are friends and the little sister. This is kinda of a sequel. So before reading this, you might want to read the basket ball game, but you don’t need to if you don’t want to.

You were in the car, driving to y/c’s house. Your moms were having there ladies night as usual, Friday nights. You kind of dread each Friday. Most kids love the Fridays, but you were super scared slash nervous, and plus, you were completely shy. Last week at the game, you guys somewhat cuddled in the back seat, he even gave you a hug before he shut the car door, he ran away with red cheeks. With yours as well.

You finally reach the house, your legs tapping in an instant. Today and every other Friday, you have to watch his cute, adorable, evil, who make things awkward… His little sister.

You ringed the doorbell, while your mom was fixing her hair.

The door opened and there appeared y/c and his little sister.

“Y/n!” She says happily while wrapping her arms around you. You just smiled at her and put an arm around her as well. You looked up and saw y/c staring back at you with a smile.

Your mom proceeds, leaving you guys to find her friend. She briefly greets y/c and walks upstairs to his mom’s bedroom.

“H-hi.” He fumbles with his words while he ruffles his hair.

“Hey.” You say trying to ease the awkwardness.

His sister looked up at you both and smiled further more.“ I wish you were my sister.”

“That’s impossible though.” You chuckle, while ruffling her hair.

“No it’s not. You can marry my brother, and then we can be sister’s. That’s what happened to my aunt and my mommy. When auntie married uncle bill, now she’s a sister-in-raw. Or is it law, baw…” She keeps rambling, but all you can focus on the fact is that she keeps bringing up marrying y/c. Which made everything uncomfortable.

You guys all sit around the TV, while his little sister bounce across the living room. You just stared at her, astonished that she has this much energy.

Your mom and his mom finally come downstairs.“ Okay. We’ll be back around 11, maybe 12. It really all depends. Here’s the money for pizza.” She hands you the pizza money.“ Y/c. Make sure your sister, brushes her teeth, showers and goes to bed at her bedtime. 9:00.”

“But mom!” His sister whined. “ It’s a Friday.”

“Oh, alright. 9:15.” Her face brighten at the extra 15 minutes.“ And no soda y/c. Last time you drank so much soda, you were in the bathroom taking a pee for so long.”

Y/c’s face brighten.“ Mom.”

You, his sister, and your guys moms start laughing.

You guys say farewells to your mothers, while they go on there ladies night.

“I want to watch Snow White!” His sister protested.

“Of course you do.” Y/c says nonchalantly. He gets up and gets the DVD. He pops it in, while his sister is jumping up and down with excitement.

Y/c goes on his phone, you just stared into space. You’d go on your phone to, but you being the stupid person that you were, left your phone at home. So you stared deeply into the Snow White world.

“I’m dreaming…” Singed Snow White. Then the prince appeared. Snow White was scared.

No she wasn’t scared, she was embarrassed, didn’t know what to say, she was shy. Everything that Snow White felt at that moment, was how you felt whenever you saw y/c.

Midway through the movie, it was getting into dinnertime. So you dialed the number and within 20 minutes the pizza was here.

You weren’t so hungry, so you only ate one for now.

After Snow White, his sister demanded beauty and the beast.

It was on in minutes, but after those few minutes his sister was asleep.

You were starting to get hungry again, so you took the second to last piece of pizza.

All of the sudden y/c looks at you and smiles.

“What? Is there something on my face?”


“Oh gosh, I look like a mess.” You start to get your napkin, till you feel his hand into yours.“

"No, beauty. Beauty is on your face.” He says with soft laughter.

Wtf. Y/c did not just say that.“ No there’s not.”

“Yes there is.” He believed. He truly believed you were beauty. Like if it was a religion he was trying to convert you into.“ And there’s some crumbs too. Here let me get it.” He takes your napkin and wipes your cheek, then your chin.

This was awkwardly amusing. He was trying to be all smooth, but crumbling in the process.

He takes away his hand, his cheek matching yours.“ Y/n.”


“Do you not think your beautiful.”


“Because you are.” He says seriously.“ And never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

You smiled. You weren’t going to tell him you weren’t, because in his eyes, you were.

You continued watching the movie and silents. You felt yourself still smiling in delight.

After a while you felt lightheaded, so you rested your head on the couch pillow. One long blink and you were out.


It’s a little over 1 am. You were on top of someone. That someone was laying fulling on the couch, while you were on top. There arms were encircled around you in death lock. It didn’t hurt of course, it felt soothing. Your arm were wrapped around that person too. That person was y/c.

You heard rustling in the background, so you kept your eyes closed.

You heard laughter, footsteps coming this way. Then a stop.“ Aw! Don’t they look adorable.” Says y/c’s mom.

“Yes. Yes they do.” Your mom says.

Then sleep came back onto you, and everything else was oblivion.

Hey! Hope you guys like it. It was fun writing it.


1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
Cuddle buddy.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
Best guy friend and cuddle buddy. (They were gone for spring break.)

4. Are you easy to get along with?
I think so; I tend to I avoid confrontation. 

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
I don’t really like anyone at the moment, but I’d like to think my cuddle buddy would do so because I’ve taken care of him multiple times before.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
Intelligent assholes.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
I’d rather not think about that.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
Cuddle bud.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Nah brah. Ask me anything. 

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
My friend, Rocio.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
“She does.”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
Love is an Open Door, Frozen Soundtrack;
3005, Childish Gambino; 
All of Me, John Legend;
Teenage Dream, Katy Perry;
Best I’ve Ever Had, Gavin McGraw

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15. What good thing happened this summer?
Rekindled a friendship.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
Yes, but I don’t think society is stable enough to branch out.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

19. Do you like bubble baths?

20. Do you like your neighbors?
The ones directly beside me, yes. Other people in the apartment complex, no. Fuck them.

21. What are you bad habits?
Trusting too easily.

22. Where would you like to travel?
Southeast Asian (Vietnam, Laos, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, etc.)

23. Do you have trust issues?
Yeah, but I trust too easily.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
Going to bed.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
None. I have really high self confidence.

26. What do you do when you wake up?
Go back to sleep.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
Neither (see question 25).

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?
Yes, not a long one.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
Zac Efron and Garrett Hedlund. 

33. Spell your name with your chin.
anfgedlsz. (Close enough.)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?
Cheerleading and gymnastics.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
All the time.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
Finds my quirks endearing.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
Forever 21, Cotton On, H&M.

40. What do you want to do after high school?
I’m in college.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?
I’m probably not paying attention.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? 

46. What are you paranoid about?
Being too much.

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
Heh heh heh.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
Black maybe?

51. Ever wished you were someone else?
Jennifer Lawrence.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

53. Favourite makeup brand?
Idk. Stilla because that’s my eyeliner and I love my eyeliner.

54. Favourite store?
Cotton On.

55. Favourite blog?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food? 
Filipino cuisine.

58. Last thing you ate?
My coworker gave me a tamale because I told her I hadn’t eaten today.

59. First thing you ate this morning?
Nothing. I didn’t eat until seven.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?
Yes. Multiple times.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love? 

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
I don’t remember.

65. Are you hungry right now?
I’m full.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
No. I don’t have any.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

69. Are you watching tv right now?

70. Names of your bestfriends? 
Topher, Linda, Linli, Amanda, Jason.

71. Craving something? What?

72. What colour are your towels?
Blue, blue-green, purple, and grey.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
Pillow pets, but I don’t really sleep with them.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
A lot.

75. Favourite animal?
I like fish a lot.

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
Mint Chocolate.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
No shirt.

80. What colour pants?
No pants.

81. Favourite tv show?
At the moment, How I Met Your Mother.

82. Favourite movie?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
Mean Girls.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
Mean Girls.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
Gretchen Weiners.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

87. First person you talked to today?
My sister?

88. Last person you talked to today?
Joey or my sister.

89. Name a person you hate?
The bitch who stole my ex.

90. Name a person you love?
My best friends.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
(see question 93.)

95. Last movie you watched?

96. Favourite actress?
Ellen page or Megan Fox.

97. Favourite actor?
Leo <3

98. Do you tan a lot?
Not enough.

99. Have any pets?
My roommate has a chinchilla.

100. How are you feeling?

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

103. Can you spell well?

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

111. Do you have trust issues?
I answered this already.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Idk. People who saw me cry at my Lolo’s funeral.

113. What was your childhood nickname?
Jay, Lux, some redic family nicknames.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

115. Do you play the Wii?
When I go home.

116. Are you listening to music right now?
Yes. (Currently Playing: Sunshine, Matisyahu)

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?
Exit Here, jasonmyersauthor

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

121. Are you mean?

122. Is cheating ever okay?
No. I’ve done it. I have no justification. I didn’t love my ex as much as I thought I did, but I shouldn’t have cheated on him.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

127. What makes you happy?
Friends, alcohol, gymnastics.

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

130. Do you like subway?

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
He doesn’t. I’m not his preference.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Rocio. I answered this.

133. Favourite lyrics right now?
“You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who’ll throw an arm around you, 
Tarot cards,
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it’s not”
-Six Degrees of Separation, the Script

134. Can you count to one million?
No, and I’m not going to try.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
I don’t really care unless I have someone warming up my bed (then I’d like them close because I’m not an exhibitionist).

137. How tall are you?

138. Curly or Straight hair?

139. Brunette or Blonde?

140. Summer or Winter?

141. Night or Day?

142. Favourite month?

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?
It was okay.

147. Mars or Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?
Don’t have one.

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
“The role played by the Golgi apparatus in packaging secretions is illustrated in Figure 2.17a.” (Hint: it’s an anatomy textbook).

The Lucky One II

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Chapter 15. Omma’s Martial Artist

Yoona left without a single word to Youngwoo so he spent his days in the corner of his room hugging Bommie while holding your smartphone hostage, in case the Kim family decided to give a call.  It beeped in his hand.  He gasped, running forward to you and pointing to the phone for you to check the notification. 

“It’s just a new email from Omma’s boss, Young-ie,” you informed him and helplessly watched as the little boy silently went back to hide in his little corner. 

You sighed, mentally scheduling yourself to give Yoona’s family a call tonight just to check up on them and maybe see if Yoona was willing to listen to your son’s apology.  Suddenly, the doorbell rang so you half-waddled over to get the door. 

A mail carrier appeared in front of you with a large package in his hands.  Raising your brow, you accepted the box, thanked the post officer, and placed it onto the living room table.  There was no return address, though you semi-concluded that it was either from Soobi or from the Kim Family since they were the only ones who knew of your maiden last name.  Shrugging, you carefully cut off the wads and wads of tape to reveal a bunch of baby clothes, accessories, toys, and blankets.  Your eyes glimmered as your slender fingers grazed the embroidered details of a tiger onesie.  You couldn’t wait to show Sehun when he got home.  As you were about to haul the box into Youngwoo’s room to cheer up your mopey son, you spotted a plastic toy car, from the very bottom of the package.

The box dropped onto the floor. 

So close…

Yet so far…

Blood seeps through crevices like an open dam. 

Now run…for if you don’t run…you can’t hide… 

Narrowing you eyes, you reached in.  The cold plastic touched your fingertips, sending an electric current along your spine.  On the surface were hundred of hundred of cracked pieces, all glued back together.  No.


How…how did he know our address?   

The car tumbled from your hands, creating an indentation as it landed back into the box of clothes.  Sucking your air in, you harshly gripped your fingers over the edge of the cardboard, hauled it to the dumpster and threw the entire package. 

So…many colors…all turn to black…

Like the rough skin of a bats…

Those red remorseless eyes…

You were so rattled, you forgot if you even locked your door, so you scurried your way back with your hand pressed against your stomach.  Thankfully, it was closed.  Sighing in relief knowing that you weren’t as forgetful as you thought you were, you entered back into your apartment.  But your hands continued to shake.

Dunk Dunk Dunk. 

The knife rose and dropped, rose and dropped…rose and dropped…

…against the cutting board.  The pot bubbled like a witched brew.  Without looking away from the crow perched on your windowsill, you reached to grabbed the tomatoes from the chopping board to toss into the pot…only you kept grasping air.  That’s when you finally lowered your head to realize that the tomatoes were still perfectly bounded in saran wrap on the kitchen counter…while you had been cutting thin air for the past five minutes.    

Long arms draped over your body.  You flinched and almost screamed.  Your hands thrashed out for the knife. 

“Hey,” your husband’s voice greeted.

The knife tumbled out of your hands.

“H-heyy,” you feigned a smile and twirled around to kiss your lover. 

“Hmm…” he immediately observed your forced expression.  His eyelids twitched as he held you at an arm’s length.

“O-oppa…when did you get home?” you stuttered, trying to cover up your bewilderment.

“Honey…” he started, stroking your shoulder with his thumb, “I’ve been home for five minutes…” his voice faded as he narrowed his eyes, “I gave you a peck before going to check on Young-ie…”


“Oh..oh yeah!  Haha…Silly me…must not be getting enough sleep…” you nervously laughed. 

Sehun’s brows were still raised but he slowly nodded and accepted your weak excuse. 

“How’s my Little Sweetpea?  Has he been good, today?” the young father asked, crouching down to give your tummy a sweet kiss. 

“Mhmm…” you hummed, smiling at his ticklish touches along your skin. 

Taking both his hands into yours, you pulled him up and tiptoed for a kiss.  Your husband ran his fingers through your glossy hair and held your body close to his. 

“I will protect you,” he promised, kissing the top of your head.  You winced. 

I don’t know what to do anymore…Sehun…

I c-can’t let anything happen to you…


The next day, you got into your car promptly at 1pm to drive over to Youngwoo’s school to pick him up.  It was definitely a little ridiculous of you to arrive two whole hours before dismissal, but this tightness in your stomach made you jittery and anxious the entire day. 

As you parked your car in front of the school entrance, you rolled down your window, stuck your head out and probed around for any signs of a leather jacket, glowering pupils, and sunken in cheeks.  To your relief, you don’t see any, so you slouched back into your seat and closed your eyes to rest a bit.  Classical music played from your car, calming the little sweetpea inside of you.  You stroked your tummy to the rhythm of the music.

“YoungHwa-yah, Omma thinks you’re going to be a martial artist when you grow up.  You kick around so much,” you giggled, watching as parts of your belly elevated then shrunk back down. 

You sighed, “Sweetpea, your brother is in a bind.  Everyone can tell that he likes Yoona but he just won’t admit it.  What would you do to help him if you were Omma?”

YoungHwa responded with a few soft kicks that felt like tickles.  You giggled. 

“Aww, my little boy already knows how to make Omma so, so happy.  I love you, Honey,” you whispered, attempting to bend over to kiss the top of your round stomach, but you ended up hitting your head against the steering wheel.  Ow.  You rubbed your sore forehead and laughed.

I love you, baby.  You grinned until you had to physically hold down your cheekbones.  Omma can’t wait to meet you.  You’re going to be such a happy baby, like your brother. 

“Yesterday, your Appa bought this bubble tea Halloween costume for you,” you rolled your eyes then tittered, “He said it’d be perfect for you but it’s not even Halloween yet!  That Pabo!” 

The baby continued to kick.  One strike was filled with so much force you let out a hiss. 

“Omo, Honey.  A little lighter please,” you jokingly pleaded.

Carrying YoungHwa in your belly was equivalent to becoming a human soccer ball.  It was so different from when you had Youngwoo – your older boy was a lot gentler. 

Oh well, it’s okay, Sweetpea.  Kicking harder probably helps you build leg muscles, you know since you’re planning to be a martial artist and all. 

You continued stroking your tummy until your phone vibrated in your pocket.  From the crazy sidekicks your son was giving you, you knew it was his father. 

“You think it’s Appa?” you giggled, patting your tummy. 

Yep, his handsome face stared back at you on the phone screen.    

“Oh Sehun-ssi, aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting, right now?” you teased.

“Yeah, but then my secretary mixed too much milk into my coffee so I’m now out here in the cafeteria, making my own latte,” he dramatically spoke.

“Oh gosh, first world problems much, Sehun-ssi?” you played along and he chuckled.

“So has Sweetpea been behaving today?” he asked, then added, “Wait, are you at the school already?”

“Yep and yep,” you replied. 

“Why so early, Jagiya?” Sehun questioned, and you could almost see his lips smack together into a diagonal line.     

Your pupils darted around in empty space as you tried to think of a reason that wasn’t completely the truth but wouldn’t cause Sehun to worry.

“Right now, you’re trying to brainstorm an excuse, aren’t you?” your husband spoke knowingly into the phone. 

You hid your face in one hand while your face flushed pink. 

“Tell me what’s going on.  Did Omunim tell you to go early again?” he asked, worriedly.  In the background, you heard someone rushing him back to the conference room.

“No, no.  Omma didn’t say anything.  I just wanted to get some fresh air,” you lied. 

“Jagiya, want me to come over and join you?” he suggested but you shook your head into the phone. 

“Noo.  Oppa, go back to your meeting,” you shooed. 

Come on, Sehun!” you heard someone shout in the background.  

Fineeeee.  Jeez,” your husband yelled back.  You shook your head, laughing.

“Jagiya, I have to go back to my meeting now.  Talk to you later!  One “MUAH” for my beautiful wife.  Another “MUAH” for my little Sweetpea.  And a third “MUAH” can you forward to my Young-ie?” he spoke in a high pitch aegyo voice. 

You pretended to vomit but your hubby only chuckled. 

“Bye, Oppa.  I love you!” you said then held the speaker close to your lip and did three consecutive kissing noises. 

“I love you too!” Sehun replied. 

OH SEHUN!” the same person shouted in the background. 

“Okay, Oppa.  Hang up,” you ordered. 

“You hang up first,” he said.  Aigoo.  You gave one last “muah” then pressed the “end call” button. 

Sigh.  As you rubbed your belly, you seriously felt so spoiled by the three men in your life.  Sehun was the best husband anyone could ever have.  Youngwoo was always super obedient – well not considering the Yoona scenario.  And your little YoungHwa was already such a joy with his cute harmless kicks and occasional tumbles. 

Taking a deep breath, you sniffed in the fresh scent of cherry blossoms as they cascaded down onto the roof of your car.  You rolled the window lower, reached your hand out, and caught a few petals into the palm of your hand.  They were soft and silky, just as you had imagined.  And in that moment, you seriously felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

Time passed by in the blink of an eye while you were enjoying the gorgeous scenery of nature.  Kids began to spill out of the entrances.  Throwing on a wide smile, you got out of the car to wait for your son, expecting him to storm out merrily from the school.  However, to your dismay, his head dangled in shame, bobbling up and down as he made his way toward you.  You frowned when he didn’t even jump into your arms. 

“Omma…” he greeted.

“Young-ie…did you have a bad day in school, today?” you asked, patting his head. 

He merely shook his head.  Still not over Yoona.  Sighing, you bent down and kissed him on his temples.  

“Let’s go,” you said, stretching your hand out.  The little boy dully curled his hand over two of your fingers.  Bommie dangled from his hand.   

From across the street, a bell rung.  You looked over to see children crowding around an ice cream cart like a flock of pigeons scampering for breadcrumbs.  A light bulb lit up in your head. 

“Young-ie, want some ice cream?” you asked, ruffling his hair. 

For the first time in the day, the boy looked you in the eye then shyly nodded.  You watched as he zealously looked at the menu of popsicles, sundaes, chocolate fudges with a gorgeous glint in his eyes. 

“I want that one!” he said, pointing to a Spongebob Popsicle.

“Sure,” you chirped, handing the vendor some cash.

However, as the guy leaned over to dig for Youngwoo’s order, your son changed his mind.

“Oh wait!  Omma!!!  Rilakkuma!  They have Pinku Pinku!!” he exclaimed.

You shook your head at his indecisiveness but honestly, you were thrilled that his mood finally picked up.  So instead, you bought both.  The Rilakkuma one for Youngwoo and Spongebob one for yourself – except your son took it upon himself to slobber his saliva all over your ice cream as well.  Laughing, you surrendered it to him.    

As you two walked toward the car, you occasionally wiped off his colorful, foamy lips with a tissue as your son grinned widely, thankful for his sugary treat. 

A familiar, chilly breeze blew over your shoulder.  You stood still, not daring to turn around.  Two crows perched on opposite sides of you “kowing” at each other as if sharing a secret target mission.  Panicking, you lifted Youngwoo into your arms and sprinted straight to your vehicle.  The half-eaten Popsicle stick fell from his baby hands, splashing onto the busy road. 

“Ommaa,” Youngwoo whined.

“Shh…Honey.  Omma will buy for you again later,” you hushed your son, protectively covering his body with yours.

Just as your flats touched the surface of the sidewalk curb, a deep and husky voice sounded, “_________ah, please listen to me.  I won’t hurt you”. 




You ignored him, continuing your sprint over to your car.  As Sweetpea began his routine kicking, you winced, slowing your pace just a bit.  But it was enough for the older man to catch up.  So you whipped your body around and glared at him. 

“Did I not make myself clear when I said I didn’t want anything to do with you?  Please!,you almost begged. 

You avoided the reflection of your own eyes. 

“________ah,” the man called out, placing his hand on your shoulder.  You immediately backed away.  Your hip lightly hit the side of your car.  Quickly, you scurried over to the driver seat, opened the door, and pushed Youngwoo into the car.  You wanted to get in after but the man slammed the door shut.  His eyes stared into yours and all those years as a toddler crying and watching your mom get abused rushed back in your mind.  Your head whirled and this dull ache dwelled on the right side of your pelvis. 

Please, leave me and my family alone,” you pleaded, clutching onto your stomach. 


His lips opened and he said something but your ear was ringing so you couldn’t catch the words.         

Within seconds, the pain doubled in amplitude, causing you to kneel onto the cement road, groaning in anguish.  The agony was so similar to the one you had six years ago…

“_______ah, a-are you okay?” your father asked, looming over you. 

You weakly tried to push him away.  Sweat covered your entire face as you wheezed for air.  Looping your hand around the door handle, you tried with all your might to pull yourself up but a jolting pain sent you collapsing onto the ground.  From inside the car, Youngwoo began to knock on the glass window while looking at your with eyes with worry.  A sticky substance rolled down your thighs.   

“Sehun…” you faintly called out for your husband to save you as your eyes closed. 



a/n: Don’t miss tomorrow.  (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)   

&& Thank you everyone for the sweet messages yesterday!  I feel a lot better now :3.  

My show - 12/9/14 Rose Bowl

So last night I was super lucky and got to see One Direction at the Rose Bowl and 7 rows from the front no less. I’d like to say this is a concert report but let’s make no bones about what this really is about, it’s a LOUIS REPORT.

This will not make much sense and I probably missed lots of things because I landed into LA from London at 3pm and pretty much dumped my stuff at the hotel and went to the show so by the time 5SOS hit the stage id already been awake over 24 hours.

Lots of famous people in the house arrived just before show time but not going to lie I was most excited about Mark Wahlburg and the fact that I had better seats than him. I was also excited about Alberto coming and standing directly in front of me and all I could do was look into that lucky bastards eyes and think of all the wonderful shit he has seen Louis do.

The show started and instantly my eyes were drawn to that gorgeous lion cub Louis. There is so much to say but I’m on my mobile & can’t do a read more so don’t want to bore people forever but he was so beautiful. He is so magnetic and scampers about the stage giggling at the others (mainly Niall). There was a couple of songs where his microphone was playing up and I wanted to scramble over the barrier and strangle the sound engineers with my own bare hands for denying my ears the beautiful sound of Louis’ voice. But when it was working he sounded gorgeous. I get so emotional when he does his solos and my whole body broke out in goosebumps several times during the night. He did sound like he had a bit of a sore throat but loved the way that made him sound a bit raspier than usual! Fuck if I could make love to his vocal chords I would!

Louis seemed a happy little bunny on stage which pleased me greatly. I’m forever intrigued by how shy he sometimes comes across. Where is my loud boisterous X factor boy with no shits to give? He is much more comfortable when one of the other lads is near him I’ve noticed and he can interact more with them. He mainly seems drawn to Niall and Zayn (fuck me zayn looked incredible! I almost lost the ability to think straight when I looked straight at him also non of my photos of Zayn worked out and I think it’s because he is too beautiful for the camera to even believe he’s a real person and therefore wouldn’t focus). When Louis does interact with the audience it tends to be little waves and super cute smiles and pulling the classic cross eyed Louis face. When Niall was talking about how he can’t believe he came from Mullingar to be at the Rose Bowl and then mentioned the others being from places where they would never have dreamed of this and then he said like Doncaster and Louis little face broke into the must beautiful smile and we were all blinded by it like a sun.

Also after a couple of songs in Louis ran backstage and changed his top, not sure why but as he came back on he was chattering on about ‘having me tour vest on now’ and my face almost cracked into 2 separate pieces from how hard I was smiling. Plus the extra view this gave me of that bit of skin below his armpits made me a little weak and my tongue thickened in my mouth and I thought i was going to choke on it.

Love it when Louis introduces the band and he is so cute when they’re doing their little riffs. Josh and him seem to have a super cute connection and he definitely smiled the biggest when he introduced him to the crowd as though he was really proud.

Not much H&L interactions really, there is a marked difference in the way that they all kind of whisper to each other and have little moments with each other but Louis and Harry barely look at each other. However there was a few cute moments. I couldn’t see very clearly as it was at the other side of the stage & Harry was facing the other way but he did something to his microphone as he was looking at Louis and Louis giggled and then maintained his cute little smile as he walked back over to my side of the stage. Plus the size difference when they are next to each other during You and I. Harry is so broad and long limbed and Louis is sooo petite. I mean he’s still a good 5 inches taller than me but he just looked so teeny tiny next to Harry and Liam in particular and I just love Louis with a bigger man (*cough* Tomlinshaw *cough*). Talking of Harry he is so full of energy, just dancing around the stage like a crazed loon plus there was a dad on the front row really energetically waving and Harry made sure to wave back and I laughed so loud I frightened girl in front. Harry bloody loves a dad. He also sprayed his water over us a few times and threw lots of towels and water bottles. At one point after getting soaked (the closest any of us will get to getting wet by Harry) he threw his bottle and it landed about 1 metre away from me and the girls near me had a full on brawl over it and the girl behind started crying because she had touched it and it put me in mind of the time when I watched East 17 and a bit of Bryan Harvey’s spit landed on me and I was sooooooo chuffed and now I’m like 'wtf??’ Anyway sorry for that flash back but I love seeing the fans going wild, they were really sweet and Liam and Harry in particular work the audience so well. Zayn couldn’t care less about audience interaction and I love him so much for that. He gave a few waves and we all lost our shit obviously and to be fair to him he makes sure he goes right to the edge of each stage to be closer to the fans a bit further away and also to be fair he looks so good if he interacted with you directly you’d probably not make it so he is actually saving lives!

Also Niall did his cock grab right in front of my goddamn face during Better than Words and the girls around me lost their shit and I’ve never felt older and more inappropriate in my life! Haha!

Going to wrap it up with my favourite part of the night which was Liam making one of his emotional speeches and Louis interrupting to ask if he could go to the loo and i just got so aroused by Louis asking permission that I nearly exploded and shot into the air like one of the fireworks! ('I’d rather hear my dog bark at a crow’ - come on we’re all thinking it). Also loved when Liam or Niall (can’t remember which) asked Louis what his thoughts were on the new album and he was so friggin’ adorable and said well he obviously thought it was great and I just wanted to bundle him into a wrap a eat him.

Anyway it was amazing and I loved every second and they seemed happy little bears which makes me super happy and I just can’t wait for the next album.

The Conduit 23

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-imagines

Summary: A night of pretending to be and escort takes a sudden, and unexpected turn. A break through, a life threatening decision lingers, as repressed feelings come to light in the face of danger.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Words: 2,072

Warnings: Language, death, angst

A/N Based off of This Imagine.

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He heard the scream, and moved immediately, long, powerful legs making short work of the trail he’d been following behind. As soon as he rounded the corner, he saw you, petrified, and the monstrosity towering above you. His nerves frayed, as he took aim and let loose a shot hitting the beast in the shoulder, the Wolfman turned to face him, snarling, saliva dripping from it’s razor sharp teeth. Sam fired off another shot, square to the chest, he cursed at himself, knowing his aim was off because you were in danger.

The wolf stalked forward, brushing off each bullet like a minor annoyance. He crouched to pounce, as Sam braced himself for the impact. The Werewolf lunged, as you shrieked. The white glow taking over your eyes, as your outstretched hand pulled on an invisible leash, stopping the wolf in it’s tracks. It groaned in pain, clutching at it’s own chest. You balled your hand into a fist, pulling it towards you slowly, with it came an ethereal glowing smoke, the wolfman’s body dropped. You released your hand letting the incredible mist go, it evaporated, as you returned to yourself, collapsing as you did.

Sam stood in pure shock, and confusion. He moved to you, your health being the most important thing on his mind. He pulled you into his arms as your eyes fluttered open, darting around in hysterical bewilderment. His face twisted in worry by what he’d just seen you do, but certain you couldn’t provide any answers.

“Hey, it’s alright, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Sam comforted, easing the tension in your mind, going nearly numb when your eyes locked on his, enchanted by the shades of green, yellow and blue, and kind. He helped you to your feet, and gathered your mostly ruined left overs.

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