he got her earrings

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Wow, I didn’t think the last doodle of my forces oc would get so many notes! It makes me really happy to know that people like her <3

I’ve updated her a little bits with blue shorts instead of bike shorts, and she’s got a name now. Assuming we’re allowed to name our characters in forces, she’s Rudey the Rabbit!

I wonder if Lotor does have Altean face markings, but he covers them up to make himself look more Galra because he’s already being questioned and judged and harassed by the Empire…

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why

@melconnor2007

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (32)

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Part 32 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 6,420 (Maybe a little more or less- lol sorry)

Literally feel like Minseok and Sehun filmed this part of the MV for me (GIF) How relatable is it to this story though? Haha. Enjoy guys.


It had been two days since the incident between Sehun and Minseok and Sehun still hadn’t come home yet, despite how badly he treated you throughout your time in the house you couldn’t help but hope that he was okay wherever he was. Minseok had told everyone about the situation briefly, but not into depth about you and him, only about Sehun being missing and so now everyone was on high alert. Chanyeol and Jongdae had driven round the area four times in the past two days, but there was no sign of him. Junmyeon had insisted that you carry on with your preparations for Red you had all been planning for a while and tomorrow was the day.

You were all sat in the board room going through the final, finer details and making sure you hadn’t overlooked anything.

“We have an issue though.” Kyungsoo said from his chair resting his hands on his lap. “Without Sehun here, how will you distract the security on the fifth floor. The cameras are constantly recording and there are always operators in the surveillance room, I really don’t see how we can distract them now.” The room was silent for a while. Kyungsoo was right, there was no way they could cross the fifth floor of such a big corporation without a distraction.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could use Ara? Put her in the elevator and have it open up on the fifth floor, it would pique their interest and they’d work to get her out of there too.” Jongdae shrugged his shoulder from where he was sat, looking at Junmyeon and waiting for approval.  Kris’ face turned dark, almost as though a switch had been flicked on inside of him.

“How dare you suggest using and putting my daughter in such a dangerous situation? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He shouted at Jongdae, causing Ara in his lap to cry at his outburst.

“No Jongdae, we’re not doing that and Kris can you take your fucking child outside, she’s giving me a headache.” Junmyeon groaned, rubbing the temples of his head.

Kris sighed standing, bouncing Ara in his hands. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s got you.” He cooed in her ear exiting the board.

“Well we could use Y/N right? I mean you’ve done it once?” Tao said, pointing in your direction, causing all of the boys to turn to you.

“No.” Chanyeol shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. You gulped hard, you really weren’t sure that you were prepared to do this kind of thing again, especially now since Red knew who you were, you definitely wouldn’t come out alive, you stared around the table nervously.

“Look Tao is right, I’m sorry but using Y/N may be the only way that we can do this.” Junmyeon brushed a hand in his hair, “but we’ll have one of the guys tailing you so that you’ll be okay.”

You pouted, your lips quivering as you looked up at Chanyeol. He looked back at you sadly but the power was no longer in his hands. You sighed, sinking into your chair, you may aswell get Chanyeol to start planning your funeral now you thought to yourself.

“We’ll have you go up to the fifth floor Y/N and exit there. The security cameras will see you and be too occupied to look at the other surveillance screens. Meaning that Jongin or Yixing can slip onto the executive floor and take out Red. I’ll send Minseok up into the lift directly after you so that he can take out anyone who tries attacking you on the fifth floor. Baekhyun and Chanyeol have the emergency exits down, which we all already know about anyway and Kris can leave Ara home with Kyungsoo.” He nodded at no one in particular, as if confirming what he had said to be sure that it made sense to him. He let out a deep sigh.

“Get some sleep boys…and girl. Tomorrow’s make or break. Kill or be killed okay?”

“What about Sehun?” Yixing asked, looking up at Junmyeon with a worried expression. Junmyeon sighed again, but this time he didn’t reply and just left the board.
It was silent for a while, all of you were taking in everything. The fact that this may be your last time in this board room and seeing the others’ faces. It was like the last supper but without the food.

“Hey guys, you’d never hear me admit this on a normal day or anything, but since this is the largest scale thing we’ve ever done…I’m scared. Like I’m fucking bricking it.” Baekhyun laughed nervously looking around the table. “I’m scared that if I get hurt and you guys get hurt, nobody will be able to piece us back together, we’ll just…die.” He blinked, his face lacking any type of emotion now and it made your stomach twist. Suddenly involuntarily you began to cry, it was silent but it was also very obvious. Everyone in the room began to stare at you. You got up and slowly walked over to Chanyeol sitting on his lap and hugging him tight, your hot tears soaking into his sweater. He was rubbing your back with his hand.

“I might never see you again. So I’m saying goodbye now, the 10 years has been great Chan.” You breathed in between sobs.

“Don’t say that Y/N, we’re going to survive this okay.” But his words sounded as empty as you felt inside, he didn’t know if you’d come back either, you were sure that you were all assuming the worst by this point. You slowly ripped yourself away from his body, excusing yourself from the room and making your way up to your bedroom. You dropped onto your bed laying flat on your stomach, crying into your pillow, tasting the saltiness of your tears every now and then. After a while you heard a light knock on your door. You didn’t bother answering, but the person came in anyway.

It was Kyungsoo.

“I thought you’d be crying. Your favourite hobby.” He joked shutting the door behind him and wheeling himself over to you. You lifted your head from your pillow, eyes red and face wet.
“You’ll be fine Y/N. I’m sure you will. You have Chanyeol protecting you aswell as Yixing, Jongin…and Minseok.” He gave you a knowing look, you pretended you hadn’t noticed it. He laughed softly.
“Don’t worry I know Y/N. I’ve known for a while, I’m a good judge of character it was just extremely obvious to me. The way you both look at each other across the dining table and in the board.”
You slowly looked at Kyungsoo, you didn’t know you had been quite so obvious with it all, but apparently you had.
“I’ve dissuaded Jongin to pursue you, hopefully he’ll back off a bit now. But really I came here to say thanks. Honestly if it wasn’t for you, I think I would’ve topped myself a while ago and thanks for…you know…cleaning me up that day.” He looked at his lap bashfully causing you to smile through your tears assuring him that it was okay.
Just then the door opened, revealing Minseok standing at your door frame.

“Oh sorry I didn’t realise…I’ll come back late–”

“No. I was just leaving.” Kyungsoo gave you a small smile and began to wheel himself out of the room, Minseok standing aside allowing him to go past. He closed the door behind Kyungsoo. Clearing his throat he looked at you walking in your direction and sitting next to you on the bed.

“Hey, don’t cry Y/N. I promise you we’ll try to look after you.” He dragged you closer to him so that you were pressed up against each other, the warmth of his body feeling extremely comforting at this moment in time.

“I’m so scared Minseok, what if we all die?” You sniffed your face was still wet with tears that Minseok was wiping away with his hand.

“Look Y/N I won’t lie to you and tell you we’ll survive, because there’s always a possibility that we could die but we just have to stay optimistic and try hard.” He pulled you in for a hug and it lingered for a while before you pulled away again.

“What about Sehun? You whispered, almost as thought you were too scared to say it out loud.

Minseok sighed into your hair staying silent for a while, then; “I don’t know Y/N but I just really hope he’s okay. I love the kid I really do. You don’t think I was too harsh on him do you?”

You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean I understand why he’s upset but it was becoming a bit much, beside it was time you told him.”
Minseok nodded, slowly shifting you over from your side of the bed and lifting you onto his lap to face him. He bent his neck down and began kissing your lips, his hands roaming up and down your sides. Suddenly he slipped his tongue into your mouth, catching you off guard but you didn’t resist him. Now you could really taste him in your mouth and the concept of it was exciting you beyond belief. You wrapped you arms around his neck drinking in that same familiar smell that you had allowed yourself to become addicted to. He slipped his tongue out of your mouth and lowered his head to your neck where began kissing and sucking on your soft spot eliciting an almost inaudible intake of breath from you.

“Minseok…stop…” You gasped. His fingers were digging into your waist as he brought his lips back to yours slipping his tongue into your mouth again. This time around you decided to use your tongue back. Everything that you were doing felt so scandalous and sinful but at the same time it felt so right. His hands were roaming up and down your body as though he couldn’t help himself. You pulled away, your heart pounding.

“No, Minseok … I’m not ready…”

“I wasn’t going to make you Y/N.” He smiled softly placing a chaste kiss on your lips and stroking your hair softly. “I’d never force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” He was staring at you for a while, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “But I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you have feelings for me so I know I’m not going crazy, so I know that this isn’t a hoax.”

“Why would it be a hoax?” You asked, rubbing your hands slowly and lightly up and down his shoulders and chest, his breathing gradually returning back to its normal pace.

“Because of the way I treated you in the past. How do I know that you’re not just doing this to get back at me, so you can turn around and break me when I’m in too deep, because I feel like I’m about to cross over that line Y/N, I’m about to cross the line where there’s no turning back. Where I can no longer contain how I feel about you and I’m scared, because I don’t want to feel this way towards you. Towards anyone. I don’t want to fall…in love.” He closed his eyes tightly a look of disgust showering his face, before he opened his eyes again.
His beautiful eyes.
“I’m slowly but surely falling in love with you. I don’t know what to do? It’s not love yet, I know that, but it won’t be long before it is. How do I know I can trust you to reciprocate those feelings Y/N? You’ve only known me two months, one of which I’ve consistently been trying to kill you, I’ve killed near enough 100 men, and tortured more. Are sure you can really fall for a guy like me? Is that really what you want, to end up with damaged goods? I’m not good for you Y/N, but I’m too selfish to want to let you try finding someone else. But deep down…” He sighed heavily, supporting your back with his hand. “Deep down I’m scared that at the end of it all you’ll pick Chanyeol. It’s only logical for it to end up that way. But I need this Y/N, I want this. I need somebody; I’ve never opened up so much in all the time I’ve been with Junmyeon and the boys. Do you know that you make me feel vulnerable?”

You raised a brow in confusion, you made Minseok feel vulnerable? How? You shook your head, burrowing it into his chest listening to his breathing and enjoying the subtle rising and falling of his chest. You had finally cracked Minseok’s hard exterior, there was nothing left of ‘Xiumin’ anymore it was only Minseok in his naked form. His true self. And he was no different to any other human being, what he wanted was what any other sane human wanted. Only it came in the form of you. He wanted you.

“I like you too Minseok.” You spoke into his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. A sigh of relief and contentment.
“But…” You continued. His breath hitched, “It’s hard to even try and think about developing something more in this house. I feel suffocated, there’s always too much going on and I can’t breathe, so I never really know where my head is at. Honestly I’m surprised that I’ve kept it together for this long.” You raised your head from his chest to look at his face, he stared down at you for a second and for a moment you were scared that you had upset him. But then he nodded.

“You’re right it’s hard in here. Maybe one day…we could get away from this place?” He began stroking your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. Your eyes widened. Was that possible, could you ever get out of this place, how could you just re enter the ‘real world’ after you had all been missing for a while, especially him. Nearly a whole decade, he couldn’t just make an appearance it wasn’t as simple as that. You pushed away the thoughts you didn’t want to get your hopes up only for them to come crashing down.

“We should get to sleep.” You said shifting off of his lap and sitting back down on your bed. “We’ve got a long and important day ahead.” He sighed nodding and stood up slowly from the bed.

“I’m scared.” He said.

“Why? You said we’d be okay. We’ll kill Red and it will all be over.”

“No not about that, well a little bit about that. But I’m talking about Sehun. I just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid.” Minseok bit his lip nervously, his eyes wondering around the room, as if Sehun was hiding somewhere in here and he was trying to find him.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay Minseok.” You tried comforting him, but you were aware that you didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

Minseok face-palmed himself, grunting in frustration. “Ughh, shit this is all my fault!”

You put your hand in the air as if to stop him from talking. “Stop blaming yourself Minseok, this isn’t your fault.”

“But maybe it is Y/N.” He argued back. “I’ve been with Sehun for years and all of a sudden over this past month I completely started switching my attention to you, he’s not used to that. I should have eased him into it, he probably feels really betrayed right now. You should’ve seen him when he first joined he was so feeble and quiet. I mean his mum died in his arms for God’s sake. Of course he couldn’t help but latch onto me, he literally clung onto me so of course he feels neglected right now. God I hope he’s okay. I really hope he’s okay.”
You stood up to pull Minseok into a hug, lingering slightly as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“Look, I’m sure he’ll come back in a bit Minseok, he wouldn’t miss Red’s assassination now would he? Just give him a couple of hours okay. Just get some sleep.” You pulled away from him slowly walking over to your bed and you could feel him following you.
“Minseok I said go to bed…” You dropped down onto your bed covering yourself with your duvet. He lifted it up and slipped under the covers beside you.

“I will. But next to you.” You pulled a funny face at him, you weren’t sure if that was a good idea.
“Y/N I promise I won’t try anything; I’d never do that to you. I just want a cuddle. Please.” His eyes were begging you for comfort and before you even had the chance to deny his request, he dragged his body closer to yours, draping his arm over your stomach.
“I hope he’s not dead Y/N.”


You were all loaded into the back of a black tinted van. All of you apart from Ara, Kyungsoo and Sehun. Sehun still hadn’t come back home and a bad feeling was lingering in the pit of your stomach. Minseok had hardly said a word since you both woke up, you knew that it was eating away at the back of his mind, but for now he had to push thoughts of Sehun to the side. You all did, because right now it was time to deal with Red. Pulling up to the Red Corp building, a Kaleidoscope of butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was weird how normal, and ‘legal’ the building looked from the outside. You could only imagine the craziness that would go down when you got inside. Tao parked the van a distance from the building. All you could hear in the car was breathing.

“Right guys. We’ve got this don’t worry as long as we stick to what we planned then we have this, okay?” Junmyeon said. “We’ll be fine. Remember who we’re doing this for. This is Justice guys; we’re nearly at the end of it all. And if I don’t make it out alive…you guys have been the best.” Junmyeon swallowed, staring upwards avoiding anyone’s eye contact.

“Just say you love us.” Yixing smiled poking Junmyeon’s side.

“No.”

“Go on, just say you love us.”

“No.”

Everyone started laughing and jeering. “Go on just say it Myeon. Just say you love us!”

“Shhhh! Alright, I love you all, shit! Shut up or we’ll be found out. I love you.” He rolled his eyes at everyone, who were laughing and patting him on whatever part of his body that they could reach. “Alright let’s go.” He nodded at Jongin, who nodded back at him and opened up the back door. Everyone was filing silently out of the van now in their black outfits, weapons held tightly to their sides and running to the back exit of the building. As per usual, you were paralysed sitting in the van staring at your hands in your lap. How many times was your life going to flash before your eyes, although to be fair this would probably be the last time that it would happen, you really couldn’t see yourself surviving past tonight.

“Y/N. Hey we need to go.” You looked up at Chanyeol who was softly pulling your arm towards him. Your stomach was churning but you got up regardless.
“Look Y/N, Just in case I don’t make it out I just want you to know that the ‘both of us’, was the best ten years of my life.” He smiled at you softly. “And I know you don’t want to hear this but I’m going to say it anyway… I love you Y/N and I will always love you whether it be in life or death, but your happiness matters to me the most so if that means being with Minseok, don’t waste another second if we get out of this alive. If I make it tonight, it will be hard to let you go but I know I’ll find someone else and move on eventually, everything happens for a reason right? I’ll find someone better than you.” He winked at you playfully. “But I hope we can remain friends forever and always.”
You leaned into his body hugging him tightly. 

“We’ll always be friends Chanyeol, nothing will ever change that. You’re the absolute best.” You stayed like that for a second and it was pure bliss, bringing you back to the simple days of just the two of you. You would trade in almost anything if you could get those days back.

“I’m sorry to break up this moment, but we have to go now.” Chanyeol broke away from the hug pulling your wrist and running with you towards the building. The closer you got the faster your heart began to beat, it was really time to do this. When you got inside all of the boys had already dispersed no doubt doing what they’d been assigned to do. Chanyeol sneaked you over to where the escalator was and winked at you leaving you behind. You took a deep breath, you knew that Baekhyun was somewhere watching you through hacked  CCTV cameras. You pressed the button labelled five and waited for the elevator to open. Your heart was in your throat and you felt sick, but you had to keep it together. The boys had waited for this moment for years, you couldn’t be the reason it screwed up. Composing yourself you closed your eyes waiting for the doors to open. 

Here you were at the fifth floor, you stepped into the lobby. Standing there waiting, by the time any guards came Minseok would have been here and you would be okay. Currently the escalator you had just got on was on the way down to Minseok and he was going to come up and be your knight in shining armour. When he had successfully taken them out then Yixing would be able to make his way up and take out Red and that would be it, you would all be free from it. The madness you had encountered, and the nation would be safe from his products. Your heart was beating erratically regardless, it would be a lie to say that you were not absolute terrified, because honestly terrified was not even the word to use in describing the way you were feeling.

And then you heard it, footsteps coming around the corner. And your body froze. A man in a navy blue janitor suit walked towards you, gun in hand smirking at you deviously.
“Hi there baby doll, you seem to have gotten yourself lost hmm? This isn’t a hotel darling.” You cringed at the use of pet names he was using to address you. 

“I umm…I’m just looking for the bathroom.” You stuttered, waiting for the elevator to open behind you.

“Hmm, really? Funny you came all the way up to the fifth floor for the toilet baby doll. Normally when people are desperate they stay on the first floor, huh?” He hung his head on the side. “Don’t treat me like I’m dumb babe.”
He rose his gun up higher and higher until it was level with the space in between your eyebrows.
Where the fuck was Minseok? He should’ve been here. He’d never make it in time now; this was really it you never imagined it ending this way.  You always imagined that you’d just die of old age or something like that, but never of a gunshot wound to the head. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself for the end you closed your eyes allowing a silent tear to roll down your cheek.

BANG!  

You let out a deep breath. But how? How was it possible you were still breathing? How were you still standing? Why were you still alive?
You opened your eyes slowly as though you were scared to see whatever came next, when you looked down you saw the guard on the floor. A hole through his head, lying in a pool of his own blood. It was worrying that you no longer wanted to vomit, since you were slowly becoming used to such gory sites. But how did he die? You smiled to yourself crazily, that means Minseok got here in time. You spun around, to throw your arms around his neck, but stopping yourself in your tracks.

“Sehun?…”
You breathed. He stood there with a gun in his hand, looking at you blankly. Your head was pounding, what was he doing here. Why did he help you?

Just then you heard the elevator ping open. Minseok and Yixing running out.

“Y/N! Oh God I’m so sorry! The elevator got stuck and… Sehun?” Minseok stopped in his tracks, staring into the younger mans face, he was silent for a moment. Dazed.
Recollecting himself he shook his head. “Yixing you need to go, it’s now or never, stay safe. Y/N get out of here now, get yourself down to the first floor. Jongdae will be down there, you need to get yourself into the van.”
You stood there in shock still staring at Sehun.
“Y/N NOW!” Minseok shouted, you broke out of your hypnotic state running over to the elevator and pressing the button labelled 1. Running inside you waited for the doors to shut.

“Thank you Sehun!” You called before you disappeared.

Minseok’s P.O.V.
He stared at him in shock, what was he doing here? How could he just show up after he had scared him, he struggled to sleep because he was so scared of Sehun yet here he was. They stood there staring at each other in silence for a while, time was stood still.

“Sehun! Fuck it look out!” Minseok’s eyes widened as he saw another man from the corner, the man lifted his hand up shooting something in Sehun’s direction. Minseok quickly removed the gun that was in his holder shooting the man with it. He dropped in a slump to the floor next to the other dead body, the bullet piercing right through his chest.

His attention turned back to Sehun, who was gasping for air, his knees becoming weak as he was slowly dropping to the ground.

“Sehun, what’s happening?! What’s going on?!” Minseok panicked rushing to the younger males side. Slowly helping lower him to the ground to lessen the impact.

“I –I –It burns.” Sehun stuttered, pointing at his hip. “I can’t move Min. I can’t move.” Minseok frowned down at Sehun’s hip, pulling a needle out and inspecting it closely. It was poison. He had been poisoned, with a venom dart. Sehun’s breathing was slowly becoming more irregular and he was groaning in pain in response to the travelling burning sensation. Minseok was panicking he didn’t know what to do, he got up running towards the elevator pressing the button labelled ‘1’.
“No Min! Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. She’s safe please don’t leave me for her again. Not right now.” He was crying in pain now but his face was blank at the same time. Minseok rushed back over to him kneeling down by his side.

“I’m not leaving you Sehun, I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay I’m here alright.” He stroked his hand lightly across Sehun’s face trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Where did you run off to Sehun, you had me so worried you know that don’t you? I couldn’t think straight.” Minseok smiled at him sadly, still stroking his cheek.

“You were worried about me?” Sehun widened his eyes ever so slightly, staring up at Minseok hopefully.

“Of course I was Sehun, how could I not be. I thought you… did something that would break me completely. I thought you killed yourself”
Sehun smiled ever so slightly looking up into Minseok’s face, feeling as though this was all he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to know that Minseok was concerned about him, just as much as her.

“I thought you couldn’t stand me ever since she showed up…You’ve been changing. And –Ughh! It burns.”

Minseok began panicking again, Sehun was sweating now and his muscles were involuntarily contracting and relaxing.

“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Sehun sobbed. “Minseok I’m going to die aren’t I? I’m scared Min. I’ve been scared my whole life. Oh God! I don’t want to die Min, not yet.” Tears were streaming down his eyes as he stared lifelessly at Minseok, causing him to start crying too.

“You won’t die Sehun, I won’t let you die.” He kissed him on his forehead, Sehun’s sweat covering his lips.

“Do you promise me? Don’t promise me something you can’t keep please Min.” Sehun coughed, his breathing still irregular.

“I’m not letting you die Sehun, I love you too much to let that happen.” He dragged Sehun up and slung him around his shoulder, struggling to get him down to the van.

“Baekhyun will know what to do. Just hang Sehun, I can’t lose my best friend. Not now.”

Yixing’s P.O.V.

He walked closer to the main office on the fifth floor. Hoping desperately that the plan would work, he had changed into one of the outfits of the security guards that he had taken out on the third floor. Everyone was relying on him, He had one job, he only had to do it well. Taking a deep breath he pushed the heavy door open. Red was not alone, he was sitting around the table with two other men. All three looked up at him upon his arrival.

“Yes?” Red raised an eyebrow, looking up at Yixing.

“Sorry for disturbing you Sir, but this is urgent. There’s been some sort of break-in. Some unidentified men have been running around the building. I made my way up to alert you sir. They’re heavily armed, my arms aren’t hefty enough.”
He looked over at the men sitting either side of Red, scanning their weapons; their guns were much heftier than his.
“Maybe they’d be better suited for the job sir? The intruders are on the third floor right now; they were making their way up here.” Yixing bowed his head politely. Red nodded at the men beside him, signalling for them to go and deal with the issue. Yixing moved aside for them to leave the room.
Red slowly stood up from his chair, squinting at Yixing and slowly walking closer towards him.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” He looked at the name tag “Jun. Hmm. Who are you?”

Yixing laughed sadistically at Red taking a step forward in his direction.
“I’m someone you don’t really want to be in the same room with alone.”

“What?” Red hissed, punching Yixing in the jaw. “You don’t work for me, who the fuck are you?!”

Yixing laughed again, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I am your Omega. I will end it all here and now.”

Red ran over to his desk, opening a draw, looking for a weapon. “Shit!” He hissed, when he realised the draw was empty. He rushed over to the other side of his desk, hovering his hand over the emergency alarm.

“Oh I wouldn’t press that if I were you.” Yixing frowned, slowly pulling his silencer out of his holster. Red lifted his arm up, but before he got the chance to slam his hand down on the alarm Yixing shot one of his legs, causing him to sink down to the ground.

“I said. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Yixing walked to the door locking both him and Red inside.
“You’re a fucking evil man Jay Lee. You’ve broken so many families apart. Stolen so many loved ones from innocent people. You even tried to kill your fucking kids, you sick bastard. You killed two successfully.” He let out another shot, shooting at Red’s palm. “You’re an old twisted man, and your time is up. This world doesn’t need you anymore. It never needed you in the first place. If you had plans to rest in heaven then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’ll be smouldering in hell.” Yixing walked up to him, shoving his gun into Red’s mouth.
“I’d let you say something final, but you probably have nothing relevant to say. Sayounara you bastard.”
Yixing pulled the trigger, blood and bits of flesh flying all over the place and Red’s body falling limply to the ground.
It was over.

Red was dead.


It was two days after the death of Red and to be honest you thought that spirits would be higher then they were, it was as though the boys still felt empty. You assumed it was because Red had done so much damage already and it was all irreversible. Sehun had been in bed for the last three days recovering, you decided it was time to pay a visit. You knocked your fist on his door lightly. Hearing a low grunt on the other side of the door, you let yourself in. He looked up at you frowning. So apparently his feelings towards you still hadn’t changed very much.

“Sehun…I …how are you doing?” You folded your arms behind your back, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

“Shit. Why the fuck do you care? Get out.” He mumbled, keeping his agitated gaze on your frame.

“Don’t be like that I’m trying to be nice…I’m trying to say thank you.” You lowered your head, admittedly you did feel uncomfortable and embarrassed showing Sehun gratitude, but he did save your life, so it was the least that you owed him. “I’m not sure why you did it, but I’m grateful anyway.” You bowed your head at him slightly.

He scoffed, pulling his duvet down so he could scowl at you properly. “I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t really care less about you. I did it for him, he’d be broken if you were killed,” He rolled his eyes at you. “Please get out, I need some sleep.” You nodded your head.

“Minseok loves you, you know that right?” You said before leaving the room. “Last night when you were missing all he could talk about and think about was you. He was so scared that you had gone and killed yourself. He blamed everything on himself, saying that it was all his fault that you had run away. He loves you like a son Sehun. He said you mean a lot to him.”

His eyes widened, he sat up a little bit straighter looking at you.
“He said that?”

You smiled softly nodding at him. “He’s been through so much and he deserves happiness. So please I’m beginning you even if you don’t like me, just cut him some slack and leave him be. Minseok will never stop caring for you Sehun. I know you’ve been through a lot in life and I understand why you feel the way you do. But you need to realise that you will always have a special place in Minseok’s heart, no matter who else comes along. So could you please just let him be happy?” You stared at him for a moment.

He was staring down guiltily at his lap.
“I’ll think about it, okay?…please get out…I need sleep.”
You shut the door behind you, smiling to yourself softly. You were sure that he’d do the right thing.


A couple of hours later and you had just come back from shopping with Kris and Ara. He decided that retail therapy would do her some good, since she had been stuck in Kyungsoo’s room with him for days.

“She needs to spend time with her daddy. Don’t you sweetie?” He smiled at her, picking her up and kissing her on the nose. Seeing Kris as a father was strange but refreshing, since it showed that they all had it in them to make a change and be loving.
You had bought two crates of sanitary towels since it would become bothersome to have to go out and buy packs all the time, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have to stay in this house, or even the next time you’d be on your period. You had decided to store the crates in basement of the house nobody ever went in there and they would take up too much space in your room so for now this was the best location. You grabbed the keys for the basement from a draw in the kitchen and carried them down the dark damp steps. Placing the crates down you, quickly left and went back to your room. The basement wasn’t the most pleasant place in the house.

You’d all decided to watch a film in the evening. Apart from Sehun who was asleep by now. You took a seat in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Feeling the most layed back that you had in quite a while. You were all staring intently at the screen. The film was a cross between a Romance and Comedy and was way too cheesy for your liking, but apparently Yixing and Jongdae were enjoying it.

“Hey Y/N isn’t that the necklace I bought you on your 15th birthday?” Chanyeol pointed to the main character on the screen. He was right, she was wearing the exact same necklace as you. A silver infinity symbol, with two small diamonds on either loop.
You nodded.

“Do you still have that?” He looked up at you.

“Yeah of course I have it on no—”You stopped talking. Touching your neck you couldn’t feel it, but you were sure you had it on today. Ara had been playing with it in the food court at lunch when you went shopping. You had it all this time. Getting up you raced downstairs to the basement, it had to be here somewhere you thought to yourself. You couldn’t lose it, that was your favourite gift from Chanyeol it was almost like a lucky charm.
Getting on your hands and knees you started scoping the dark room, desperately trying to find it. You moved the crates to the side away from the table that they were near trying to find your necklace. Suddenly you heard a beeping noise coming from under the table. Confused you looked up under the desk trying to locate the sound. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped to your feet racing up the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting.

“Everyone get out now! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!” you screamed, trying to pull everyone up from their seats. All of the boys stared at you in confusion

“Y/N what the fuck is going on?!”Jongdae hissed in frustration, trying to watch the film in peace, but you weren’t allowing him to do that.


“WE’LL DIE, GET OUT NOW! THERE’S A BOMB IN THE BASEMENT AND IT’S GOING TO DETONATE IN 5 MINUTES!”

EXO Reaction: having a crush on you, but then finding out you are secretly dating another member (request)

II feel like I got too into this whole thing for everyone. I ain’t sorry though, it was fun writing this. 

Sorry for any errors.


Xiumin/Minseok:

“Let’s take a break dude.” Kai huffed.

“What? Another break? We just had one an hour ago.”

“C’mon hyung. I’m tired.” Kai pouted.

“Aish, fine but after this break we have to be serious about getting these moves down so we can break it down for the guys”

“I know.” the younger one groaned.

Xiumin threw himself on the bench, looking at his phone to find a text from y/n telling him to have a nice practice. He smiled to himself. He got butterflies in his stomach just reading her text.

“Hehehehe” Kai giggled as all his attention went to his phone.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked. His question went unanswered because all he was focusing on was the phone.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he went behind Kai to peek over his shoulder.”What are you laughing at, a meme?” but as he took a peek he noticed it was a text conversation.

“Fuck!” Kai jumped up and stepped away from him.He even hid his phone behind his back.

Based on that weird reaction, he really wanted to know who he was texting. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“No one? You don’t giggle at a text from just no one.”

“Okay, someone but i’m not saying who!” he said showing his phone in his pocket.

“Jongin, how long have we known each other?”

“ike practically half our lives.”

“Exactly, so you can tell me. If you don’t trust m then who can you trust?”

“Well, Kyungsoo, Taemin, Junmyeon- with some stuff, not everything-”

“Whatever! Just tell me who you were texting. the only time i ever saw you look at your phone like that was when you were with krystal.”

Kai’s eyes scattered all over. “Krystal and I are over, so it isn’t her.”

“So who is it?!? Dude you can’t jut not tell me!”

“No! She doesn’t want anyone to know we are dating!”

“So she’s your girlfriend?!?”

“I didn’t say that!” he blurted out nervously.

“You just did!”

“N-no i didn’t!”

They both knew he was caught and Xiumin knew exactly what to do t get the information out. “Oh… Ok, how about this? One piece of information for another. You tell me who you are dating… And I’ll tell you who my crush is.”

Kai’s eyes widened “So you’ll actually tell me who you mystery crush is?!?”

“Yup”

“O-ok, but you’l have to promise to not tell the guys. She and I want to everyone about it later. A-an you can’t let her know that you know that she and I are dating.”

“Deal”

“Ok so on 3 we say the names at the same time?”

“Yeah?

“Ok… 1 “

“2 “

“ 3 “

“Y/n!” Y/n!” they both said at the same time. “What?!? You like her?!?” “What?!? you are dating her?!?”

“Dude, i’ve had a crush on her for months!” Xiumin couldn’t help but be upset.

“And I’ve liked her for a year! She was the reason Krystal and I broke up!” 

“What the fuck?!? Haven’t you noticed that i hit on her every time she comes over?!?”

“No! I just thought you were being friendly! But she is mine now so don’t talk to her like that anymore!”

Hearing him refer to y/n as “his” made his blood boil. “You know what?!? Practice over!” he shouted as he stomped out of the room. He didn’t want to even look at his maknae. He refused to believe that he and y/n were actually dating.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Suho/ Junmyeon:

“Junmyeon, I’m sorry, but i have to end our skype chat early.” Y/n pouted.

“Aw, why?”

“I’m going out with friends tonight and I’m getting picked up in a bit.”

“But we were having so much fun, we have’t talked in forever.” he whined.

“I know, I know, but he is going to be here any second and i want to make sure i am ready.”

Immediately he jumped up in his seat. “He? He who?!? You don’t have any guy friends besides me and EXO!” He didn’t want her to be going out on a date. He always liked y/n, and planned to ask her out at the right time. He hoped he didn’t miss his chance. It’s not a date is it?” he tried to say casually.

“D-date? Pft! N-no! It’s not a date. It’s- It’s- He’s just a frined and he’s picking us all up. Yeah, so i got to go now, bye!” She said before she ended the chat.

“Aish, I hope it isn’t a date…”

“Junmyeon” he heard through the door before Chen poked his head in the room.

“What do you want Jongdae?” He groaned. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone else.

“SO uh, bro.” Chen whispered as he closed the door behind him.”You got condoms?” he whispered lower, despite the fact they were the only two in the room.

He slapped his hands over his face. “Bruh, you got to be kidding me! We just had a damn meeting going over the dating rules again.” A leader’s duties never ended, especially in the moments he wanted to be alone. “”And here you are asking me for condoms!”

“C’mon, don’t be such a mom!”

“It’s not a one night stand is it? You know how risky those are!”

“Yeah, i know! That’s why it isn’t a one night stand!”

“Oh so  you’re dating someone then?”

“Yeah, I am! I’m allowed to date!”

“But you got to be careful who you date! You can’t just go out with anyone! They could reveal everything!”

“No shit! I’m not stupid! I’m not dating some random girl okay?”

Suho couldn’t help but scoff. Considering their schedule’s they all didn’t have much contact with many trustworthy people. “And who could you possibly be dating that is that trustworthy?”

“Look it’s Y/n alright! We are all friends with her and we all know that we can trust her about anything! So is this interrogation over already?”

“Y/n? You’re dating y/n?!?” He couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal . “How could she not tell me? How long has this been going on? What does she possibly see in him?What does he have that I don’t?”

“Look, you got condoms or not? Y/n;s waiting for me to pick her up!”

“No I don’t” he said through his teeth.

“Fucking waste of my time.” Chen grrumbled as he walked out of the room.

Originally posted by kibaems

Lay/ Yixing:

Yixing was excited to say the least to be returning from China. Sure it was hard to leave his country again, but coming back to Korea meant coming back to Y/n.

The night before he and her stayed up talking on skype almost the whole night. they both agreed to spend the whole day together when he got back, just the two of them.

Yixing had been harboring a crush on Y/n and did not dare reveal it to anyone. With all his soul, he wanted to tell her, but he was busy enough as is and most of all, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the friendship they had. What they had now was enough for him. He wasn’t even going to think about considering his confession until his schedule ever lightened up.

-

Today was the day that he was going to hangout with y/n. She knew drill, dressing in the least flashy clothes, but somehow she still looked so beautiful in her drab disguise. 

The morning was filled with breakfast, walking through the mall in sunglasses and a scarf despite being indoors, and blabbing away about anything and everything.

Now it was the late noon and they found themselves through the park. Every so often his hand “accidentally” bumped his hand into hers and enjoyed the tiny bit of physical contact and relished in the fact that she did not seem bothered by it or move away from him.

“So what else happened when i was gone?” he asked to keep the conversation going.

“Well… something did happen… but i don’t know if i can tell you.” she said looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze

“What happened?”

“Well… I came to a realization.” she smiled shyly.

“Realization? What kind of realization?” he let out a chuckle at her cute shyness.

“You know… One of those realizations where you… where you like realize you have feelings for someone.”

Instanly his palms were sweaty. “F-feelings? F-for who?” his heart raced. He felt like his chest was going to explode.

“… I realized I like Chanyeol, so I confessed and it turns out he likes me back and now we are dating!” she squealed.

And just like that, his soul left his body and he felt he was going to drop to the ground. “Ch-ch-chanyeol? You li-like Chanyeol?”

“Yeah! And I just had to tell someone cuz i can’t keep it a secret anymore.’ she beamed.

He stayed quiet, the horrible news sinking into his mind. “So… Chanyeol…”

“Yeah” she smiled brightly. “But don’t tell anyone. Wee still want to keep it a secret… I just couldn’t hide it from you, you are my best friend Yixing.”

“Yeah… Best friend.” he sighed

Originally posted by royalyeol

Baekhyun:

He and Y/n were at her place having yet another on of their infamous movie marathons. He loved their movie marathons. It was never really about watching movies, it was more about them being as stupid as they wanted with each other and not being judged by others.

Right now, the movie Madagascar was playing, but Baekhyun was busy laying on the floor, trying not to laugh as Y/n was placing candies and snacks on his face to make a “food mask”. He had his eyes closed, two gummies atop of them. He giggled as more things were piled on.

“Baek, don’t laugh! You are making all the chips slide off!” Y/n whined.

“I have to!” he tried to say while keeping his face as still as possible.

“Baek, shhh!” she nagged

He tried his best not to move, but when Y/n shoved cheese balls up his nose, he couldn’t just not laugh. “Y/n why?!?” he cackled, removing the food from his face.

“Baek, why did you laugh??” she smirked teasingly.

“You knew that tickled and that I was going to laugh!”

“You should have kept yourself from laughing. I was working on a masterpiece.”

“Y/n, it was impossible not to laugh.”

“It cant be that hard.”

“You think so?” he asked with a smirk. That’s when he pounced. He tickled her sides, making her explode in laughter.

“HA BAEK HAHAHA I’M HA GOING TO HAHA GET YOU BACK!”

“I’d like to see you try!” he said to soon. 

Y/n magically pushed him off and now she was the one on top of him. “Take this!” she shouted as she tickled him.

“HAHAHA NOT COOL!”

He grabbed her hands, not letting them close to his body. With some magic of is own, he got back on top of her.

“HAHAHA BAEK!” she laughed in his ear. her laugh was loud, but it was a beautiful laugh, it was music to his ears. “HAHA I GIVE UP!”

“What?” he asked still staying on top of her. 

“I give up! You win!” she said trying to catch her breath

She looked so pretty looking up at him the way he was. Her eyes in combination with her lips, that was what always caught his attention. He liked y/n for a long tie, but it wasn’t until now that he wanted to do something about it. “I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t heat you.” he teased leaning closer to her.

“I said you-”

His lips stopped hers and he finally kissed her like he always daydreamed about. However, unlike his daydreams, Y/n pushed him off. 

“Baek…” she looked back at him with shock.

“Sorry” he said as he backed away from her a bit. “I’ve just liked you for a while- I just - I just… I don’t know.” he could feel his face burning. It didn’t help that she was looking back at him with such an intense frown.

“Baek, I have a boyfriend.”

“What? Boyfriend?!? When? You never told me!” He could feel his inside churning.

She looked away from him. “I’m dating Sehun. We’ve been secretly dating the last 3 months.” her voice was so soft, she was barely audible.

“Sehun?!? Sehun… Um… I’m just gonna leave now.” his voice cracked. He couldn’t get himself to look in her direction as he walked to the door.

“Baek, you don’t have to leave. We can just-”

“Bye” he said as he closed her door.

“How could I have been so stupid?!?” he thought to himself. “Of course she doesn’t like me! What made me think that she could actually like me?!? I should have known she wouldn’t like me back! Agh, I’m so stupid!”

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Chen/ Jongdae:

It was a wonderful night at the dorm. Almost all of the members were over, but so was y/n. Chanyeol had invited her and she actually had time to come by.

She just arrived and was sitting with Chanyeol on the couch. “Hey Y/n.” he smiled. he went over and sat at her other side. “Oh Chanyeol, Kyungsoo is calling you.”

“He is?” Chanyeol raised his brows at him. “I’ll be back y/n this shouldn’t take long.” Chanyeol said as he left the room.

“So you want some popcorn?” he offered. 

“Ha I hadn’t even said hi back yet and you are already offering me snacks?” 

“Well I mean, they were already finished when you got here.”

“Wow, and here I was feeling so special” he laughed

“C’mon, we made some of your favorite stuff, so you should still feel special.” he said leading her to the kitchen.

“Haha, thanks” she giggled shyly. all cute just like every time he threw a compliment at her. “You know, you look extra pretty today… Doing that for a certain someone?” he winked

“Jongdae, what do you mean?” She covered her smile with her hand. “I look like I always do.”

“Nah, I notice you using just a bit more makeup. I don’t know why though. you are just as pretty without it.”

“Jongdae stop, my face is burning.”

“What? I’m just saying the truth!” He tried to give his best smile. At this point he had been subtly flirting with for months and now he was just wanting for her to take him more seriously.

“And I don’t believe you about your face being hot.”

“Trust me, it is!” she insisted.

“Hm.. Let me see.”

He went up t her and cupped her face, making sure to make eye contact. “Oh wow. You’re right, your face is on fire.” he smirked. “You’re hot.”

Suddenly someone cleared their throat and Chen jumped at the sound. He quickly turned around to see D.O and Chanyeol standing at the kitchen doorway.

“Are we interrupting something?” D.O’s eyes switched between Chen and Y/n.

“No, we were just talking.” he said calmly.

“Let’s get started on eating!” Chanyeol declared passing plates and cups to everyone.

They all surrounded the kitchen island and loaded their plates with snacks. Chen was talking to Chanyeol, drowning out the sound of D.O and y/n’s conversation until D.O said something that caught his attention. 

“Babe, can you grab me a spoon?”D.O asked as he pour chips on his plate.

‘Sure!” Y/n said and without hesitation, grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and gave it to him.

“Thanks.” D.O said.

This completely threw Chen off and he cut off Chanyeol’s sentence  with  “Woah, wait! What did you just call her?”

Immediately the froze. “What? I didn’t call her anything!” D.O’s voice was suddenly nervous.

“Yeah you called her “babe”. I just heard you!”

Y/n looked panicked. “No he didn’t. He- he only called me y/n.”

“I’m siding with Jongdae” Chanyeol spoke up. “Kyungsoo, you just called Y/n, babe.”

“So what’s going on here?!?” Chen was tired off all the pointless talk, he wanted to know if he really heard what he just heard, because it couldn’t be really, it just couldn’t.

D.O and Y/n exchanged looks. “We are dating! There! Now you know!”  D.O said

Now Chen really couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Dating? Since when?!? You guys barely talk to each other! I talk to /n way more that you do!”

““We talk in secret stupid! We didn’t want anyone to know!” D.O snapped.

“We wanted to tell you guys, we really did, but we didn’t want to make things weird when we were all together.” Y/n explained.

“But it’s not like it should matter that we are dating. What y/n and I do is just between y/n and I” D.O added.

Chen clenched his jaw. “You’re right…It doesn’t who is dating who.” he forced himself to say. Seeing y/n so nervous about the whole reveal, he just decided to end the topic. “It’s not like I had a crush on her or anything.” he mumbled to himself.

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Chanyeol:

Dorm parties were always fun, especially when y/n was able to show up. With their crazy schedule, he barely had time to see her, but when she was able to see them all, she spent most of her time with him.

Now more than ever he wanted to hang out with her. It had been months since she was over and it was in this time that he realized he hated not having her around. He missed her. He missed her cute face an adorable laugh, and beautiful eyes. He just wanted time to go faster so he could see her again.

“Junmyeon, you did invite y/n right? Cuz if not, i can give her a call.” He said poking his head into his leader’s room.

“Uh… Yeah, we walked a bit, she’s coming don’t worry.” he swirled around in his desk chair to go back to what he was doing on his computer.

“But you sure though?”

“Yes Chanyeol, I’m sure.” he said in his mom tone.

“…I’ll text her just in case.”

“Fine i guess.” Suho huffed.

He sent a text, getting a confirmation right away that she would be getting to the dorm at around 7pm.

He had a good two hours before she would be over, so he took his time getting ready and making sure he looked as good as he could.

7pm rolled by and Y/n arrived right on the dot. He was lucky enough to be the one to open the door for her. He greeted her with a smile an a bear hug. 

“Hi Channie!”

“Finally i get to see you again!”

“Where is everyone else?” she asked looking into the packed dorm.

“You know, around. You want to go to my room?”

“Not yet, let me eat first. Plus, i need to find Junmyeon and talk to him about something.”

“Oh, he’s probably fixing his hair in his room again. Why don’t i get your plate together while you go talk to him?”

“Yeah, ok sure! Thanks Channie!”  she then swirled around and went off in search of Suho, greeting the other members as she cut through the crowd.

“The sooner she finished talking to him, the sooner i spend time with her.” he thought as he put her plate together. he made sure to get  all her favorite snacks . “Ok, now to find her!”

Thankful fr his tall frame, he looked over everyone in the crowd to spot her. “… not here.” he moved down the hall. “excuse me… excuse me… excuse me…” he said as he tried to go down the hall, holding the plate above everyone’s heads.

He went to his roo,m ,hoping she was waiting for him in there. “Nope, not here.”

He made his way back in the hall, and went to Suho’s room. “She is probably still talking to him.”

Without knocking, he opened Suho’s door and walked in on something that stopped his heart. Suho’s lips on Y/n’s, Y/n’s lips on Suho’s, his hands going down her wait. Chanyeol’s mind couldn’t comprehend.

“Thankfully” they jumped away from each other. “It’s not what it looks like!” Suho said right away.

“Not what it looks like?!?” he couldn’t help but be angry.

“Channie, don’t tell anyone please? We’ve been trying to keep this a secret.” Y/n whimpered.

His eyes stung., his vision soon became blurry and a lump formed in his throat. “Secret?” He looked between the two of them and then threw the plate of food on Suho’s night stand before slamming the door shut. He couldn’t handle what he just saw, not them , not the people at the party, not anything.He needed to go outside and get some air and just be alone with his aching heart.

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

D.O/ Kyungsoo:

They sat on either side of the couch, their legs under the blanket they were sharing.

He never knew what it was about crush that made a person look at the one they liked constantly, but right now he found him self doing just that. Y/n looked so cozy unnder thefluffy blanket, so ccalm as she read the book on her lap. Her hair was so pretty, her lips so perfect, well everything about her was perfect. 

He wanted nothing more than to profess his feelings for her, but each time in the past, he backed out becuase he is too scared of rejection. Right now he felt it would be a god time to finally tell her. They were the only ones inn the dorm and they were just having a nice time in each others company

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.” he said softly.

She looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers and he just froze.

“What’s up?”

“I- I - uh”

“Cat got your tongue or what?” she laughed 

Her smile made it even harder to get a word out and there was nothing else to do but to give up again. “Nothing… I just wanted to say that… that i wanted to make your meal for your birthday party next week!”

Her smile grew. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Kyungsoo, thank you!” she jumped up from her spot and went up to him to hug him.

1 week later

He had spent the whole day perfecting y/n’s favorite meal, enough for at least he, the rest of EXO, and y/n of course. Baking the cake was probably the easiest part of the whole day. He just wanted everything to go according to plan. He was going to actually confess to y/n. Plan A was that she was going to love the food, spend most of the night with him like she always does when she is over, enjoy her cake, then he was going to take her onto the roof, look out on the city and confess in the middle of their deep conversation.

However, things weren’t going exactly how he expected. throughout the party, y/v was with everyone else, mostly Baekhyun. He was really stealing her attention with his stupid antics. Only every so often would she talk to Kyungsoo. It sucked he didn’t talk to her as much as he wanted, but she looked like she was having fun, so that was what mattered. Also he used the time to go over exactly what he was going to say to her

“Guys, guys… Hey everyone!” Suho practically shouted. “Time for cake!”

“Cake!” Baekhyun cheered. he grabbed y/n’s hand and they both ran into the kitchen laughing with everyone else.

D.O stood by his cake with pride. He loved seeing y/n’s shocked face when she saw her cake. 

“Kyungsoo, this is amazing! Thank you!” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

He could feel himself melt but he held himself together as Y/n blew out her candles. 

It was now it was almost time that he was about to pull her to the side and reveal her feelings.

“Yay!” everyone cheered as they attacked the cake. 

“Guys! Guys!” Baekhyun stopped everyone just asthey were about to eat.

“What could he possibly want to say?” D.O thought.

Baekhyun, cleared his throat. “Uh… um” he walked over to Y/n  “So y/n and i have something to say.’ that’s when D.O saw Baekhyun intertwine his finger’s with y/n’s “…We’ve been dating for two months already!” 

“What?!?” the word just jumped out of him. Luckily for him, his rage came out as shock and it only made Y/n smile shyly. 

“We didn’t want to jinx anything by telling everyone right away, so we dated in secret first to see if we could last.” she explained.

D.O could feel his insides dropping to the floor. He felt light headed noting made sense. all he could do was slap a fake smile on his face as everyone cheered.

Originally posted by theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk

Kai/ Jongin:

It was finally time for the lunch break during dance practice when the beautiful Y/n appeared.

“Hey guys!’‘ She beamed as they all crowded around her in excitement.

Y/n was originally Tao’s best friend, eventually befriending them all. With Tao not apart of the group anymore, Y/n mostly hung out with the remaining members of EXO-M. So obviously she greeted Lay, Xiumin, and Chen with a hug, then hugging a few of the other members she was a bit more close to. 

Kai held himself back like he always did. He just stayed behind D.O and gave her a shy wave like some idiot. 

Y/n wasn’t by often. She had her own friends, her own life, plus their own schedules were crazy. He and Y/n didn’t really talk much, they weren’t too close. He would try to talk to her and she would try to talk to him, but in the few time they did interact, he would get tongue tied and come off as word, but not a good weird like Baekhyun or Chen. But he knew alot about her from what the other members have said about her and from eavesdropping on her conversations with the other members. He might not have been close to her (because of his own fault), but he had a really big crush on her and he couldn’t get past it.

“Guys, I haven’t seen you all in forever!” he smiled that perfect smile that always made his heart skip a beat.

“So i have some news to tell you guys, but I won’t tell you guys until after I buy you all lunch!” she offered.

“Y/n, no, you don’t have to buy us all lunch.” Lay said walking up to her. 

“Yeah, you don’t have to” they all said.

Yixing, guys, it’s fine. I am just in a really good mood today, so let me get you all something from that new cafe around the corner. How does that sound? Cuz I’m not taking no for an answer.” she said through her smile.

“Yay!” they all cheered awkwardly.

“So who wants to come with me and help me carry everything?” Finally a chance for him to not be a coward and actually talk to her. 

“I will.” “I will!” he and Lay said at the same time.

They both looked at each other. “Jongin, you don’t have to. You practiced really hard today so you should have a nice rest.”

‘Nah Yixing, I’m not tired at all. Plus, you just got back a few days ago , you should rest instead.”

“No, it’s okay-”

“Yixing, don’t worry about it. Jongin, made a good point, just sit down and rest.” Y/n said.

Lay sat back down.

“Oh shit! What did i just make myself do?!?” he thought. “Now I am going to be alone iwth her for like 15 minutes! What am i going to say?!?” he panicked as they walked out of the studio.

“So how have you been?” he asked first. “We haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Oh, you know, here and there, skyping Tao, fangirling over him and you guys constantly.” 

He let out a nervous chuckle. “ And how is Tao?”

“He’s good. He misses you guys.” She said as she opened the door to the cafe.

“Upon entering the building, he lifted up his face mask, making a sad attempts to keep people from recognizing him in the crowded area and pushed his hair into his beanie.

Y/n learned a thing or to about the unspoken rules, so she knew that they wouldn’t be talking while they were in the cafe. 

The orders didn’t take long. And they were son walking out with arm fulls of food.

“So I heard you and Krystal broke up… How are you taking it?” Y/n said in a soft voice.

He only shrugged. “Things weren’t working out, schedules and all that.” that was only partially the reason. The other reason was his crush for y/n. He felt bad that his crush kept him from focusing on Krystal. It didn’t seem fair to date someone if his whole heart wasn’t in it. 

“Ah, sorry to hear that.”

“Eh, its alright, I kinda moved on. I like someone else now.” Instantly he shut his mouth. “Did I really just say that?!?” he thought.

“Well that’s good! Who do you like? Do I know her?!?” she asked eagerly.

He just shook is head shyly.

“Are you goinng to confess to her?”

Again he shook his head.

“Jongin, you should! You’re a catch!”

He could feel his face burning.

“You should tell her… You know I had a huge crush on someone and I finally confessed.”

He stopped walking, “What?”

She stopped with him, a huge smile on her face. “And we are dating right now!” she squealed

“Wa? Who are you dating? Do we knnow him?”

She came cup close. “Yixing!” she whispered.

“Yixing?”

“Yeah! That’s why I dropped by! We are going to tell everyone, but act surprised when we announce it!”

“Y-yeah, no problem.” he mumbled

“Thanks! And, take my advice Jongin. It might work out of you put yoursefl out there.”

“…Yeah …” He fake smiled. “…Yeah…. Should have thought about doinng that sooner.” he said to himself.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun:

“So that’s what I want to do with my life I guess…” Y/n concluded.

“Well that’s interesting. Knowing you, I am sure you will accomplish all that.” he smiled genuinely. 

He looked over to the end of his bed where Y/n sat. Y/n was a great person, a great friend. He was sick and the second she found out, Y/n rushed over to take care of him. She was a great friend, but was someone that he wanted as more than a friend. Lately she had been over at the dorm alot more often and her coming over just to look after him, he couldn’t help but feel maybe she had similar feelings for him. 

“But I’ve been talking way too much. You talk Sehun.”

“I don’t mind. I like hearing you talk.” He was too sick to talk in a full voice.

“You’re too nice” she giggled.

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yeah, I get that alot.” 

“And you’re humble too.” she added sarcastically.

“So what is your type of guy?” he asked “randomly.

“What? Why are you asking me that?” her eyes shifted all over.

“I don’t know, just to keep the conversation going.”

“Well, what is your type?”

““I asked you first.”

“And I asked you second!” 

He let out a chuckle, smitten by her childishness. “I can’t say I have a real type.”

“Or are you really not interesting in girls?” she asked teasingly. 

“Hey, I said my type is no type, so now you tell me your’e type.”

“No”

“C’mon! Now can you tell a sick person no?”

“…I … Well I can’t really have a type of i am already dating.”

“Wait what?”

“Cu i feel “what is your type” is a question you ask a single person that is looking for someone to date… I am not looking for someone to date.”

“But who are you dating!?!? When did you start dating someone?!?”

“Don’t freak out okay? I am only going to tell you this cuz you are my best friend… and i can;t keep it in anymore… but don’t tell anyone!”

Y/n took his silence ans his intense eye contact s a yes. “ So about a few weeks ago… Xiumin confessed to me and I have liked him forever and I said yes and we’ve been dating ever since!” she squealed.

“Xiumin?!?” he coughed.

“Yeah! He’s so hot and mature, but also cute and-” she babbled on and on as she gushed over his hyung. Every word was a stab to his heart and all he could do was sit back and let her talk, sad that she was smiling about someone that wasn’t him.

Originally posted by wooyoung

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A MILLION REASONS WHY||JOE SUGG IMAGINE

This is a really random idea I had but I am really proud of it. I’d love to have your feedback on it because I really tried to put my heart and soul into this (like in every other imagines though). I hope you like it xx

Warning : Sensitive subject. Mention of terrorism  ; this isn’t something to joke about and is a serious matter. There actually is a real message through this story so try to read between the lines if you can. This is pure fiction.

Y/N follows her best friend into the crowded airport, he turns around to watch her as they head to the security. “I’m gonna miss you.” She stated as it was time for him to leave. “And what you mean by that is you’re gonna miss my presence or my beers?” Joe joked, making Y/N laugh. “The beers obviously.” She teased, a smirk appearing on her face as Joe shook his head in amusement, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll call you when I get there.” The dark blonde boy said in her ear as he held her tight. “You better.” She replied as they pulled away and Joe walked backwards towards the security. “Miss you already.” Y/N called out to him as he was getting further away, and their eyes met across the airport. “You’re already stuck on my mind.” Joe admitted, sending her a quick wink as he was just about to pass through the gate.

Time suddenly slowed down as everyone in the airport started to scream and run. Y/N tried to understand what was going on but she had no idea until she heard it. The gun fires. She immediately started to walk towards the opposite direction the people were yelling at her to go to. But her eyes fell on him. “Joe!” She yelled out as loud as she could and just as he turned around to look at her, panic evident on his face, she saw it. The guy with the gun. And the next bullet was sent straight to his heart. She tried to move but couldn’t, her feet were basically stuck to the ground. And she watched her best friend getting shot, without being able to move or do anything.

Y/N sat straight up onto the bed, unable to catch her breath as she suddenly felt wide awake. It took her a moment to realize where she actually was and a silhouette was sitting close to her. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re fine, I’m right here.” A familiar voice said, eyes full of worry. She blinked a few times, her breathing still heavy as she finally processed whose she was at. “What happened?” Joe asked, shifting closer as she was slowly calming herself down. She took a deep breath, passing a hand over her head as she realized that it wasn’t real. “Just a bad dream.” Y/N replied, looking up to meet his blue eyes as she sent him a small smile. As she finally could breath properly, her eyebrows came together in a frown as she watched her best friend. “What are you doing here?” She asked, confusion itched across her face. “I heard you calling out my name in your sleep and thought that maybe you were having a wet dream about me so I had to see it.” Joe teased, a smirk showing on his face as she hit his arm playfully. “Get out.” Y/N ordered, kicking him off the bed with her feet as he let out a laugh and escaped the room.

Y/N lied there for a while, trying to fall back to sleep but it was impossible. And she was exhausted. This had happened for the past few days and she couldn’t even have one night of proper sleep. The dream wouldn’t leave her and every time her mind would make her see that scene, she felt paralyzed. And it was in fact, one of her biggest fears, to lose her loved ones, especially her best friend. Because they had that connection, that strong friendship that was maybe more than that. And it meant the world to the both of them. And since they had had a few drinks with their other friends, Joe had offered her to stay the night. Y/N thought that if she knew he was there, it wouldn’t happen and she would be able to sleep but she couldn’t. She never told Joe about this nightmare because his life was involved in it and it was already scaring the shit out of her. He didn’t need to know. And finally after a few hours, she manage to closer her eyes and get some time to rest her tired fragile body.


Y/N walked tiredly into the living room, rubbing her eyes like a child as she noticed Joe behind the counter, serving breakfast to the both of them. “Oh, you’re awake, finally. I have something great to tell you! But first, how are you feeling? Sleep well?” Joe rambled as he moved around the kitchen,glancing over his shoulder at her.  “I’m good, I guess. I’ve known better but it’s fine.” She smiled at him, sitting on one of the stools as he was now facing her properly, the worry from the previous night still evident in his eyes. “Was it the first time?” His curiosity spoke as he handed the different items to her. She thought for a moment before speaking. “Yeah. Anyway, what’s this great thing you have to tell me?” She blurred out, quickly changing the subject. Joe took a moment to analyze her, as if he was trying to figure if she was lying or not and after a minute, a smile appeared on his face as he sat next to her.

“So my manager just called me and told me that I am going to Playlist Live next week. How cool is that?” Joe explained, a huge smile on his face as they ate their breakfast. “That’s amazing! Where is that?” She smiled at him, his excitement being contagious. “Orlando.” Joe replied casually but Y/N froze as some sort of vision flashed her mind. And she almost dropped the mug that was in her hand, feeling like she was in another world.

That when it hit her and it wasn’t a vision. It was a detail that had been appearing in her dream, something that she hadn’t put any attention to until he had said it. “The flight A268 from London to Orlando will land in twenty minutes.” She was suddenly motionless again, just like she was in the dream. And this sentence echoed in her mind over and over again. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t real, none of it was. That it was just a dream and a coincidence but something felt wrong.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Joe asked, noticing the change in her attitude, putting a gentle had on her shoulder which broke her out of her thoughts. At this moment, she hesitated. She couldn’t tell if it was better for her to keep to herself or to share it with him but as opened her mouth to reply, she couldn’t manage to get the words out so she simply nodded,  smiling up at him. But Joe could tell that something was going and that she didn’t want to talk to him about it. He simply sighed and gave her a smile as he engaged another conversation. He couldn’t force her into telling him so he would wait, for as long as it would take her.

The next days became hectic for Y/N as it only got worse. She was scared to fall asleep and see the scene again, a little more detail adding into it every time and she was terrified to even close her eyes for a second but she had to. She woke up to panic attacks every night and as Joe was around at her flat, his worry only grew more and more. He wanted to know what was happening to her, what that dream was about but she still never talked about it. As Y/N woke up in tears, her whole body shaking, he knew she couldn’t sleep alone, it would only make her panic even more and so he offered to her to stay at his house, until he had to leave. Just so she wouldn’t have to be alone and she gladly accepted his offer.

It was two nights before he had to leave. It was there that she had told him through her panic. Y/N was panicking again, her breathing fast and heavy as Joe was sat close to her, holding her onto him. “We were in the airport and there was a wave of panic. Everyone was running and yelling and I couldn’t find you but then I did. But there was this guy who shot you and I couldn’t move. “ She rambled between her breaths, her voice barely audible but it still got to Joe’s ears as he looked down at her, slightly relieved that she had finally told him but still worried as her body was still shaking. “Joe, I’m terrified. Please, don’t go there.” Y/N admitted, looking up to him as he still had an arm around her. “You won’t be alone, I told Jack what was going on, he’ll take care of you whilst I’m gone.” Joe reassured her, pulling away from to face her properly on the bed.

“I know. But that’s not why I don’t want you to go. What if it really happens and you get hurt?” Y/N stated, tears forming in her eyes but Joe’s eyes went wide. “You want me to stay here because of a dream? Y/N, that’s never going to happen. I can’t let this opportunity slip away just because you have nightmares about it.” He replied, a slight hint of annoyance at her previous words. He couldn’t stay because of such a silly thing. He got that she was feeling terrible because she was scared but she had no right to tell him to stay for her. Even if he loved her to pieces. “I know but-” She started but got cut by Joe. “No, there’s not ‘but’. I’m going, that’s it. I’m sorry but that’s selfish of you to make me want to stay.” He said as Y/N was speechless, feeling the emotions flash her even more. Joe turned his back to her, rolling under the sheets. She never wanted to offend him but she had and she felt like the world was against her.

Two days later, everything was still the same as it had been, except that the small tension between the two friends has waved off pretty quickly. But Y/N still didn’t want Joe to go and he was still determined to. And it was the day he had to leave her but she couldn’t let that happen. Since she had got up early, she decided to do everything to make him later, hoping that if it really happened, it would maybe make a difference. She grabbed his car keys and put them in back pocket, then took his bag and placed it behind the couch so he wouldn’t found it too quickly.

“Y/N, if I miss my flight, you’ll need a talk with my manager.” Joe called out from the bathroom as he was searching for the hidden items that were missing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pretended, sat on the couch, playing with the hems of her jumper. Joe soon appeared in the room, a soft look on her. “Where did you put it?” He asked, crossing his arms as he stepped closer. Y/N sighed before getting up and grabbing the bag, handing it to him. “There’s still one thing missing.” He said, his eyes piercing through her soul as she simply rolled her eyes.

Joe stepped closer, only inches from her as he reached for his keys in the back pocket of her jeans, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. And for a second, they weren’t of what was going on. But it wasn’t the first time moments like this had happened between them, far from it. “I hope you haven’t farted on these” He joked, moving his keys in front of her face, ruining the moment. “I actually did, it’s one of my favorite hobbies.” She replied sarcastically, a small mile forming on her lips. “Just like dreaming about your best friend getting shot.” Joe replied but it didn’t make her laugh and he sighed. “You know that people who reply to my sarcasm with sarcasm are my favorite but that’s not funny.” She admitted, looking down to the floor as she crossed her own arms. “I know, I’m sorry about that. And for getting mad at you the other day, I was too busy being a dick to realize that you just care about me.” He stated, smiling at her as she tried to hide the small blush on her cheeks but he could still see how worried she was. Joe cupped her face with this two hands, allowing her to look up to him. “Hey, I’ll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to me, you don’t have to worry. And Jack will be here in a few, okay?” He explained, putting a piece of her hair behind her ear carefully as their eyes met. He kissed her cheek before pulling her into a hug. “I’ll see you soon, Y/L/N.” Joe whispered in her ear before pulling away and opening the door. “Hopefully, Sugg.” She replied, smiling at him before he was gone and out of her sight.

It had been over 10 minutes since he was gone, Y/N was cleaning his house, soft music paying on the background. It helped her focus on something else than her growing anxiety. Something still felt so wrong. The atmosphere felt weird and suffocating. But then she thought about what Joe had said and maybe it was just her imagination.

As she was checking her phone to change the music, there was a loud noise and the sound of a door opening harshly. She walked back to the living room, expecting to see Jack but to her surprise, it wasn’t. Joe stood there in front of her, a sweat on his forehead and panic on his face. Y/N’s confusion only grew as she watched him. Joe stepped closer hesitantly. “A man shot about fifty people in the airport. They were already evacuating when I got there.” Joe said softly, shock evident on his face as he barely could get the words out properly. Y/N almost felt to the ground as she heard him speak but she was too preoccupied by the fact that she could have lost him. Out of nowhere, Joe crossed the distance between them and connected their lips together in a kiss full of emotion. Y/N didn’t kiss back at first as she was surprised but quickly did when she realized what was happening, trying to hold back the tears mixed of fear and relief. “Why did you do that?” Y/N asked, confused as Joe snaked his arms around her waist. His eyes were glowing and she couldn’t quite define if it was the reflection of the light and tears forming in his eyes. “There is about a million reasons why but life is too short to go through them all and I want to make the most of it before it gets taken away from us.” Joe admitted, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he kissed her temple and hugged her tight, letting her emotions out as he inhaled her warming scent.

Someone knocked on the door and before one of them could move, the door knob was pulled down and allowed their friend Jack to enter the house, letting out a sigh of relief, “Thank god, you’re okay. You’re both okay.”

If You Foolishly Forget

This is just a short little drabble, but hopefully it’s fluffy enough for you nonnie!!


Jughead slid open the window quietly, knowing better than to make too much noise this late at night. His eyes landed on Betty’s sleeping form, her back turned toward him.

He shuffled across the room and carefully climbed into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She hummed at his touch, stirring ever-so-slightly.

“Jughead?” She whispered groggily, “What are you doing here?”

“I got your texts.” He spoke into her ear, “What happened Betts?”

She sighed heavily, turning over to face him, “I’m okay now. It’s not a big deal.”

“Betty, I know you. You don’t text me asking if I’m awake at one in the morning if nothing is wrong.” He reached up to brush a fallen hair from her face, “did you have another attack?”

She shifted her eyes away from him, capturing the neckline of his t-shirt between her fingers and rubbing at it absentmindedly, “It’s only anxiety. It passed. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Betts,” he breathed, hooking his finger beneath her chin and nudging her eyes back to his, “You can never bother me with your problems.” 

She smiled sadly, unconvinced. “I know that.” She insisted, “In my head, I do. But I just can’t shake the feeling that soon enough you’ll start to resent me. For my issues. For my family drama. For my inability to just… be normal.”

Jughead let out a soft laugh, his thumb reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek, “You and I have never been normal. I lived in a drive-in for months. I’ve been accused of murder. My father has been an active member of a gang! If anything, it should be me who’s worried about you starting to resent my problems.”

Betty’s brows furrowed together at the suggestion, her hand reaching up to cup his chin in a familiar gesture of reassurance, “Jughead you know I could never love you less for those things, don’t you?”

“I do.” Jughead smiled, “I know because I know how much you love me.” His fingers tugged softly at the ends of her hair, “It’s almost as much as I love you.”

Betty’s eyes threatened tears as her emotions swelled. She didn’t say anything, words were not enough, so instead she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. It was soft, filled with promises and love and appreciation. Filled with the steady reassurance he always provided her. She pulled back, taking him in with shining eyes before nuzzling into his chest.

“Will you just stay with me for a little while longer?” She murmured.

“Of course.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, one hand reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. She hummed at the comforting gesture, the warmth of his embrace lulling her into a blissful sleep.


When Betty woke in the morning Jughead was gone, no evidence of his visit save for a small note left in his place:

“In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you”

Virginia Woolf said it first, but I would have thought of it eventually. I love you Betty Cooper.

-J.J.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a story where Scully is sick and tearful and Mulder comforts her? I love vulnerable Scully, there is not enough fanfic like that. Or do you know any tumblers that do XF sick fic or Scully sick fic? I am new to tumblr so not very good at navigating it, thanks

I have a fairly long fic where Scully’s sick, Mulder wants to comfort her, and she learns little by little to accept it.  It’s cancer arc, and it’s called Between Sorrow and Bliss.

As for vulnerable… this is an idea that’s been kicking around in my brain.  Set in S2, immediately after Irresistible.




She stands frozen in the motel bathroom, unable to make herself walk towards the bathtub along the far wall.  It’s like an open mouth threatening to swallow her whole, to finish the job that Donnie Pfaster had begun, hours before.

Scully had hoped hard that the motel would have rooms with just shower stalls, but they’d had no such luck, and she doesn’t want to go out into the room where Mulder is waiting and ask him to leave and find a different place to stay the night.  If she does, he’ll want to know why, and the last thing she wants is for him to know how deeply all of this is still affecting her.  It’s bad enough that she’d broken down in his arms at Pfaster’s house; she’s not willing for him to know she’s in here losing her mind over a bathtub.

You have to get clean, she tells herself sternly.  You will feel much better once you’ve washed the dirt and blood out of your hair.  She takes a single, tentative step towards the tub, and right away, her chest seizes up and she can’t breathe.  The tightness in her lungs is painful, she’s lightheaded immediately, and she sinks back against the closed bathroom door with a loud thunk.

In seconds, Mulder is right outside, knocking at the door.  “Scully?  You okay in there?”  She opens her mouth to call out yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine, stay out there, but her voice is strangled in her throat.  She can’t draw enough breath to get the words out.  “Scully?”  Mulder’s sounding panicked now.  She gives him about fifteen more seconds until he breaks the door down, and it’s the thought of having to explain to Skinner why the FBI is being billed for a destroyed bathroom doorframe that finally forces her to move.  

Scully wraps a towel tightly around herself and unlocks the door.  She opens it and steps back, looking down, still trying to force air into her stubborn, traitorous lungs, knowing that the moment she looks up at his face, he’ll see it in her eyes.

“The, uh….”  She takes a deep breath, managing to keep it from sounding like a gasp.  “The shower wouldn’t turn on.”  She risks a look at his face to find he’s frowning at her skeptically.  He crosses the bathroom, leans over and flicks the tap, which, of course, works immediately.  But the deep booming of the water rushing into the tub sets Scully off again, and before she can stop herself she’s backed against the wall, sinking down to the floor.  She’s dimly aware that her towel is slipping, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Turn it off,” she hisses, and Mulder hastens to comply.  He crouches down in front of her, concern written all over his face.  He doesn’t need to ask what the problem is; he went through Pfaster’s entire house before they’d left the scene.  He saw the tub that had been prepared for her.  He reaches out and gently fixes her towel where it’s begun to gap at the bottom.

“Tell me what to do, Scully,” he urges her, his voice low and soothing.  “How can I help?”  She shakes her head.

“You can’t,” she says.  “I wanted… I just wanted to shower, that’s all… but… I just froze.”  She covers her face, ashamed, but Mulder’s having none of that.  He reaches out and takes her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “there’s absolutely nothing for you to be embarrassed about here.  I told you before, agents with way more experience in the field than you have folded on cases like this- and that’s without any of them having actually been abducted by the killer.”

“I just wanted to get clean,” she whispers, and she hates how weak her voice sounds.  Mulder nods.  He looks around, and, standing, he takes a small stack of washcloths down from the rack above the toilet.  He reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“How about this?” he suggests, leading her out of the bathroom.  The motel room is the sort that has the tub and toilet in the bathroom proper, with a sink and vanity in a little area off the rest of the room.  “You can fill up the sink and use the washcloths to bathe.”  He shuts the bathroom door behind him.  “You won’t even have to look at the bathtub at all.  And if you want, I’ll go to my room and give you some privacy.”

“No!”  The cry is out of her mouth before she can stop it, and she blushes.  “I mean… you don’t have to go.”  She hunches her shoulders.  “I’m not ready to… I don’t want to….”

“You don’t want to be alone?”  There’s no judgement in his voice, only kindness, and she nods.  “Well… I’m not ready to leave you alone, so that works for me.”  And looking at his face, at the fear that hasn’t yet fully left his eyes, she realizes: this has shaken him badly.  He had to have been terrified when she’d gone missing, so soon after the last time.

“Okay,” she says.  “It’s a good idea.”  He nods and gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze, then releases it.

“I’ll be right over here watching TV,” he says, and he leaves her to it.

Scully gets herself cleaned up quickly, taking extra care with the bruised and abraded patches, and she immediately begins to feel better.  Once her body has been scrubbed clean, though, she’s presented with a problem: her hair.  In order to wash it, she’ll have to somehow get her entire head into the sink, and it’s not very deep.  She’s not sure how she’ll be able to rinse out the shampoo without dumping water over her head, and she’s likely to make a mess.

“Everything okay?” calls Mulder from his place on the bed.  She wraps the towel back around herself and goes out to him.

“Yeah,” she says.  “I think I’m just going to have to skip my hair, though.  I can’t figure out how to do it without soaking the carpet.”  Mulder looks thoughtful.

“I could help you, if you want,” he suggests, and as Scully blanches, he backtracks.  “But if not, that’s okay,” he says quickly.  “If it would make you uncomfortable-”

“It’s not that,” she says.  “It’s just… he wanted to wash my hair.”  Mulder nods, thinking.  “I’m not sure how I’ll do with someone else doing it.”

“What if I talked to you, the whole time?” he offers tentatively.  “So you would know it was me.”  He goes over to the table by the window and seizes one of the chairs there, dragging it over.  “You can sit in this, on a couple of pillows, and lean back against the counter.  That way you can see my face the whole time.”  Scully bites her lip, thinking, weighing the possibility of panicking with the potential relief of getting the blood and dirt out of her hair.  And even if she does lose it, she realizes, Mulder isn’t going to judge her for it.  She takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” she agrees.  Mulder takes the pillows from the bed and puts them on the seat of the chair.  He folds a towel and lays it across the counter to cushion her neck, and unwraps one of the plastic drinking cups from the counter.  Scully sits down gingerly and leans back as he runs the water, fiddling with the hot and cold taps until he’s got the temperature right.

“Remember, you’re supposed to keep talking,” she prompts him, and he smiles down at her.

“My mom used to do this for me when I was a kid,” he tells her, as he uses the drinking cup to wet the hair around her hairline.  “I swam all the time- in the ocean during the summer, in the pool for swim team the rest of the year- and I was always getting ear infections.  So my mom would have me lie across the kitchen counter and she’d wash my hair in the sink to keep the water out of my ear.”  He squeezes her shampoo onto his hand and begins to work up a lather.  The scent wafts into her nostrils, and for a moment, her chest begins to constrict again.  She trains her eyes on his face and does not look away.

This is Mulder, she tells herself.  Mulder, who would never hurt you, who cares for you deeply, who doesn’t want to let you out of his sight tonight because he was so frightened of losing you.  Gradually, her breathing returns to normal, and Mulder smiles encouragingly at her.

“Samantha, on the other hand, almost never got ear infections,” he continues, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, studiously guarding her eyes with his other hand.  “She didn’t do swim team, though, so she had less exposure to the water than I did.  One time, though….”  He smiles wryly.  “She did get one, after a nasty cold.  And my mother, for one reason or another, was out for the evening, and it was bath time, so I figured I’d wash her hair for her.”  He rubs conditioner on his hands and spreads it through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that has her nearly groaning with pleasure.  “I had her lie on the counter, just like I always did… only, her hair was long, unlike mine, and I never thought to make sure to keep her hair out of the drain.  It got caught in the gears of the garbage disposal, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t work it free.”  He rinses out the conditioner.  “So I went for the kitchen scissors, and… well… let’s just say our mother had to take Sam the the hairdresser’s first thing in the morning to fix the worst haircut she ever had.”  Scully laughs, and most of the remaining tension leaves her chest.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me that story before you offered to do this,” she says.  “I might not have agreed.”  Mulder laughs.

“Nah, there’s no garbage disposal in this sink,” Mulder says.  He turns the water off and hands Scully a dry towel.  “Okay, you’re all done.”  She sits up and dries her hair off, smiling at him gratefully, shyly.

“Thank you,” she says.  “I know hair-washing doesn’t really fall into the list of expectations partners should have for each other.”  Mulder’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “you can expect me to have your back, always.  No matter what that entails.  You need me to cover you while you’re charging in to save the day?  You got it.  You need me to play beauty shop late at night in a cheap motel room?”  He reaches over, towel in hand, and catches a stream of water dripping from her hair down her neck before it reaches her shoulder.  “I’m there.  Whatever you need, Scully, I wanna be there for you.  Always.”

Here, have some Lardo/Shitty from just after Shitty and Jack’s graduation.

She’d been dealing with the end of the year just fine… mostly by not thinking about it, but whatever. It was fine. She’d survived looking at all of Jack’s photos for his photography final, and all of Shitty’s thesis pages raining down on them in the kitchen, and she’d even cut off his flow, all without shedding a (public) tear. She was fine.

But now it was graduation and she couldn’t avoid thinking about it anymore. They were really leaving. They really wouldn’t be in the Haus next year. No Jack to do homework with in a silence totally played up to annoy everyone else. No Shitty to… No Shitty. She’d be living in his room, but he wouldn’t be there. No ranting at her aimlessly in the background while she painted, no bringing her coffee and helping her bedazzle shit at 4am, no pulling her into random hugs just when she needed it but didn’t know how to (could never) ask. She’d seen him pretty much every single day for the past five months, and the idea of not seeing him at all for an indeterminate amount of time starting tomorrow was starting to get to her.

She’d tried to tell herself that it wouldn’t be that bad. Last summer had been no problem. But Shitty’d shown up randomly at her house just a few days into break, and they’d sent each other stupid texts all the time, and he’d come to sit on her suitcase when she’d finished packing for Kenya. And then she’d been distracted by Kenya, of course. Plus she knew she’d see him when she got back.

Somewhere along the way, Shitty had become an immutable fact of her life, but now, suddenly, the immutable had become mutable, and her world felt all off-kilter. She didn’t like it.

She sucked it up, cheered as loud as she could with Ransom and Holster to help cover up his real name when he walked the stage, gave him a solid hug that only left a very small wet spot on his stupid graduation robes, and watched his stuck-up relatives whisk him away to some big family to-do on the Cape that meant she wouldn’t be able to hear from him for at least a week, minimum.

She didn’t know why the thought made her feel so unmoored. They weren’t like that, the two of them, they weren’t. All the same, she felt something warm and possessive in her chest when he cast one last glance over his shoulder as he got in the car and caught her eye with an expression of exaggerated despair.

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The Stairwell

Another Nessian for an anonymous request for the Kissing prompt #13, following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck.  Mostly just gratuitous smut, but does actually fit into the main fic between Good Morning and Flying Lessons, and tells about an episode mentioned in The Hellcat’s Kitten.  Definitely NSFW.


Nesta grabbed Cassian’s hand and dragged him through the theater, against the flow of exiting people and earning them more than a few glares, though no confrontation.  Evidently nobody they encountered had a death wish.  His size alone was enough to cause an inconvenience - he was essentially a boulder blocking a small stream - but several people marked the gleaming Siphons on each hand and turned their bodies to be out of the way.  He had no idea where she was dragging him, but he didn’t much care.  If she wanted to be there, so does he.  

She found a door marked “Exit” and pushed through it.  It led to an unlit stairwell that overlooked a blind alley, no doubt why it was deserted.  He began to have an inkling of what she had in mind, given what his fingers had been doing during the second act of the play.  In fact, he had barely a clue what the play was about, his focus was so intent on her.  He was pretty sure the lead had died tragically, but that was only a guess based on the fact that half the audience had been crying.  Nesta began climbing down the stairs, still towing him behind her, the only sounds their footsteps echoing and the low buzz of patrons trickling out onto the distant street.  They reached a door to the alley, but she kept going until they were at the bottom of the stairwell.  Streetlight filtered down through the space between the stairs, falling on the planes of Nesta’s face as she turned to face him.

“What are we doing here, Nesta?” he asked, his voice echoing even though he tried to keep it low.

“Whatever you want,” she breathed.

“Oh?” he asked, taking a step into her, pushing her back with his body until she was against the wall.  Resting a hand on the wall on either side of her head, he leaned in slowly, tracing the side of her nose with his own.  She exhaled and he pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, then with increasing demand.  When she started fumbling with his pants he broke from her lips and pressed a series of light kisses down her neck, then nipped her sharply at the junction of her shoulder.  She finally got his pants opened, and the slip of her small hand around his cock made him groan and close his eyes.  He had no idea how she did this to him, how just being around her made him so insane.  He’d never been exactly shy about sex, but he had to admit he’d never fucked somebody in a public stairwell either.  She pulled on him, not at all gently, and his eyes snapped to hers.

“What are you waiting for?” she challenged him.  Nothing, he decided, nothing at all.  He hiked her skirt up and used his knees to nudge her legs open, then slid his hand up the back of her thigh to press his palm against her ass, reaching into her with a finger.  The feel of her slick readiness, the smell of her arousal, had him hoisting her up in a blind haze of lust, one arm under that perfect ass, the other guiding himself into her.  As soon as he was seated within her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he hooked his free arm under hers, pressing the hand and forearm against the wall.  He shifted his feet, widening them, and drove himself into her.  Her small exhale brushing past his ear made him nearly wild, and he had to wrangle his self-control to ensure he didn’t hurt her.  The stairwell was silent except for his grunts and her small moans and the small, wet sounds of their movement.

He was nearing his completion but still somewhat in control of himself when he murmured in her ear, “What do you want, Nesta?” and got a slightly louder moan in response.  “What do you want?”  She still refused to speak, refused to answer him, and he grabbed her earlobe in his teeth, biting down just enough to make her gasp before releasing her.  “What do you want?”  He was going to make her speak, needed to make her speak.  He knew how he was affecting her, knew all her little tells by now.  The slackness in her face, the hitch in her breathing, the dull red flush creeping up her neck.  He had never bothered to learn a lover’s signals before, but the fact that she was near-silent during their love-making made it necessary.  No; if he was honest with himself, he would have learned them anyway, just from his consuming fascination with her.  And the pull of the bond they were both currently ignoring.  “What do you want, Nesta?” he whispered again, running his nose up her neck, inhaling her scent, so inextricably mixed with his.  

When still she said nothing, despite the small contractions he could feel beginning in her core, he stopped moving.  Just stopped, holding her there, pinned against the wall, each of them a hair’s breadth from shattering.  Her little gasp of dismay and desperation made him want to smile, but he forced his voice into a growl and demanded, “What do you want?”  

“Cassian,” she moaned breathlessly, and he rewarded her with a thrust that had her clenching her legs around him, seeking deeper penetration.  “Cassian, I -”  By the Cauldron, how he loved to hear her moan his name.  As he pushed into her again, harder, she bit him, sinking her teeth into his skin hard enough to bruise, and he felt her release take her, the tightening of her around his cock, the quick panting breaths brushing through her teeth in his shoulder, and he knew he was done for.  He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her neck as his own climax hit and he spilled himself into her.

As soon as he had control over himself he slipped his arm around her waist and stepped away from the wall, disentangling himself from her and letting her slide slowly to the ground.  She raised her eyes to his as she straightened her clothing, producing a handkerchief to clean herself and then handing it to him without breaking her stare.  He did the same and debated keeping the small cloth with their mingled scents, but ended up extending it out to her.  As she reached for it, he wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her into a slow, luxuriant kiss.  Finally breaking off, he trailed kisses over her jaw and down her neck again, relishing the way she half-closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side to allow him better access.  With a last gentle nip he stepped back and took her hand, and they walked through the door into the alley beyond.  

“One of these days,” he said as they strolled casually to the main street, “I’m going to make you scream.”

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and replied drily, “Probably best I refrained in the stairwell, or it may have caused a scene.”  He thought about that for a moment and began to chuckle.  By the time they reached the street and he had enough room to spread his wings, he was roaring.  A few people were watching them as he slipped a hand under her knees and pulled her to his chest before launching into the sky.  As he reached a good cruising height and extended his wings to glide, he said into her ear, “I do love you, my hellcat.”

“I know,” she said, a small smile playing over her lips, and he tilted in the sky and flew her silently towards home.

Happier Part 2 | Seth Rollins

Title: Happier Part 2

Pairing: Seth Rollins/OFC

Summary: I’m selfish, I know. But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

Words: 3,278

Warnings: A bit of angst

A/N: Here’s Part One ! Hope you guys enjoy this! <3

Tagging: @ortonaholic

Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

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My man Benvolio got jokes...

He walked over to Rosaline and chewed in her ear….  I ain’t saying hi to you first… hear and smell my presence…

Rosaline looked at him like ninja if you don’t move the fuck off…

Ben’s like Naaaah… What you doing… I’m checking on my goods.

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Rosaline trying her hardest not to seem interested and staring at Escalus talking ‘bout she’d be half way to a nunnery by now.

Benvolio eyes popped out his head…. WHO!?  You… A nunnery.  Say Wha….

Rosaline talkin’ bout you don’t know me fool…  You don’t know me at all…

Benvolio’s like if she only knew.  You keep telling yourself that Rosaline… I know all your secrets… Even the stable ones.  Nunnery my ass!

yanderehetaliadrabbles  asked:

Hey! I hope you are doing well! ^~^ I was wondering if I could see 2P Axis and Allies to their female s/o denying their love confession and saying that they only see them as a "Big brother."

2p America:

“I’m sorry Allen I see you as an older brother”, (s/o) smiled nervously as Allen stood there.Not knowing what to say, “I hope you can understand.”She left him there standing in shock and sadness. “Ah ok doll…….”, he whispered as he held his bat tightly.No, he wouldn’t take it like that, he would not let it slide.Allen followed her behind, he stood quiet, try to act cool.Not drawing no attention as he pays attention to see (s/o) leaving with her friends.He knew the walkway they walk to, this was too easy for him. “Isn’t that your friend?”, one of (s/o) pointed him out, already spotted but it didn’t matter. (S/o) stood surprised, “Allen what’s wrong?”Allen stood there standing still, he didn’t speak but looked at her friends. He slowly walked up to them. “Allen?”, (s/o) became nervous as everything happened too fast.He lifted his bat up and slammed it against one of her friend’s head.A bloody murder scream was heard from (s/o)’s other friend as (s/o) stood there in shock, not moving.Allen watches the body fall to the ground as the body twitch and bleed out to death. Allen made a fast swift move as he hit the other friend in the head, making the other gag for air as they fell to their knees as he kicks their chest making them fall to the ground and bleed to death. (S/o) trembled as she felt like she couldn’t everything was falling apart for her, she looked at her friend’s bodies.She finally got her courage as she made a run for it, catching Allen’s attention as he ran behind her. “HELP ME PLEASE!”, (s/o) yelled as her bad luck, there was no one around the streets.She made her move as she thought it turned for another street but when she turned she saw it was a dark alley.(S/o) trembled as she tears ran down her cheeks, she heard footsteps behind her as she turn around to see Allen.He grins seductively as he walked towards, he tapped the bat to the ground each time he took a step.
“(s/o), dollface, let’s talk about this~”, he threw her against the wall as she yelp in pain.He slammed one of his hands against the wall, almost close to her face. He snickered as he slowly breathe against her neck making her shiver by the touch of his lips on her skin. “I love you (s/o).I love you so much, I don’t want to be looked like a brother”,he said the last word disgustingly. “I want to be more for you, I can do so much for you doll”, he brushed her hair aside. (S/o) breathe shakily as she nodded, she was scared to death of what he can do to her. “But we can get to know each other more, that’s all that we need. Don’t worry doll, I’m doing this for us.~”The last thing (s/o) was the handle of the bat hit her head after she passed out.

2p England: “Pardon your word poppet”, Oliver cleared his throat as he looked up from the counter as (s/o) sat on one of his tables close by.They were in his cupcake shop, he invited her there so he could have confess his feelings for her but it didn’t went the way he wanted it to go. “I’m sorry Oliver, I just see you like a big brother to me”, (s/o) smiled sweetly not knowing how bad she had broken the British man’s heart. “Ah, a b-brother?”, Oliver murmured as (s/o) nodded. Oliver was quiet for a while, this made (s/o) nervous and worry for her friend. “Oliver what’s wrong?Oliver?”, (s/o) stood up to walk towards to touch his shoulder but when she touched his shoulder he flinched and looked up with a smile. “Oh well then, that’s ok my dear poppet.At least I’m ‘your big brother’”, he said with displeasure but (s/o) didn’t acknowledge it. “How about we enjoy some cupcakes, I had this special one just for you”, Oliver chirped cheerfully as (s/o) smiled and nodded. “I will gladly accept it”, (s/o) giggled as Oliver went back to his kitchen where he made his ‘special’ cupcakes, bringing out a purple sprinkled cupcake. “Oh I hope you love it”, he placed the cupcake in a tray with a cup of tea aside. (S/o) thanked him as she took a sip of the tea, Oliver watch with a warm smile as nodded. (S/o) placed down her cup of tea down as she  grabbed the cupcake.She inspect it as she smiled and took a bite out of it, her eyes lit up brightly. “Mmmmmmh~!Oliver this is so good~!”, (s/o) took another bite as she took another and another, after finishing it all. “That was so good! What was in it Oliver?!”,(s/o) took a sip of her tea. Oliver serve himself some tea as he had his back to her, “some sugar and secret ingredients.” “Like?”, (s/o) put her tea down as she waited for his answer. “I use this cupcake for special occasions, like poison, paralyzing, or just making people go on conscious “, Oliver chirped as he turned around slowly with a grin on his face as he took a sip of his tea.(S/o) froze and shook her head and laugh, “How funny Oliver.”She became nervous as she felt her body start getting heavy. “What’s wrong dear, losing yourself?”, Oliver place his cup down the counter as he went around to slowly walk towards her. (S/o) grew panicked as she try to balance herself in  the counter making her cup fall to the floor. “Oh (s/o) don’t get all scared, I didn’t poison you, you’re just going to go on conscious.”(S/o) gag for air as she felt her body go limp a bit, her legs trembled as she fell to her knees.Oliver bend down to her level and cup her face with a grin, he roughly kissed her lips.She whimpered as she felt his hands wrap around her waist as she her eyes slowly closed. “Now my dear rest, we will have a long day to get to fix our mistakes.~”The last this she heard as she passed out.

2p France:

“Oh Francis, I see you as a older brother that’s all”, (s/o) rubbed the back of her head as she smiled.Francis stood quiet not believing of her response. “Mon amour, what…….did I do something bad?”, Francis grew a bit tense as he grabbed her hand he gently massage it with his thumb. (S/o) shook her head, “No Francis it’s that I just don’t see you more than a big brother, I’m sorry.” Francis shook his head as he pulled (s/o) close to his chest making her yelp in surprise. “Non, I love you (s/o), I want to be something more for you Mon amour!”, Francis held her tight as (s/o) grew nervous by his shaken voice.She smelled his shirt, cigarette and alcohol she grew a bit scared. “Francis please let me go.I’m sorry I just don’t see you that way”, (s/o) tried pushing away but he didn’t budge. “Do you know how much I have done for you, I have gotten people of my way, so many obstacles and now you throw me away!”,Francis breathe roughly as (s/o) stood there frighten. “W-what?”,(s/o) was shocked by his words, ‘gotten people of my way’, she remember her close best friends haven’t come to school lately. “Fran-nci-is what did y-you d-do?”,(s/o) looked up at him pleading for answers.Francois stare at her and didn’t answer, “FRANCIS?!ANSWER ME?!”, (s/o) had tears in her eyes, she could think of the things he could’ve  done to them. She flinch as she felt his palm caressed her cheek. “I took care of them that’s all you need to know (s/o)”, he whispered in her ear as she whimpered and shook her head. “No no no no FRANCOIS! WHERE ARE THEY?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”, she violently push him as she was thrown against to a car.She look up to see it was his car, she tried to balance herself to get up but she felt his hands grab her shoulder roughly. “LET ME GO!LET ME GO THIS INSTANCE!”, (s/o) cried out as her eyes grew wide.She felt his hands under her dress she wore, he slowly massaged her thighs.She turns red and felt tears running down her cheeks as she kicked her legs up in his chest. “FRANCIS!”, (s/o) felt a cloth with a weird smell get pressed against her nose as she whimpered. “Sssssssh it will be ok mon amour, we will just look at what went wrong”, Francis grabbed her waist as she felt herself get dizzy.Her eyes grew heavy as she felt a seatbelt click as Francis kissed her forehead gently as he smile. The last thing she heard was the start of a car engine after her world turn dark.

2p  Canada: “Matt you’re like a big brother to me silly”, (s/o) giggled as she looked around as she looked at the trees.Matt had taken her to the woods to tell her something important and so she agree to go. Matt was hit hard by her answer as he mumbled words. (S/o) wrapped her arms around her shoulder as she shivered, “It’s getting late Matt can you take me back home?” Matt slowly look up to her, “no.”(S/o) looked confused and asked him again, “w-what?Matt what did you say?” Matt tilted his head , “I said no (s/o).Why go back home if we can get along here”, Matt grab her wrist as he lean her against a tree. (S/o) yelped as she looked at Matt as she blushed when she felt his hands go around her waist gently and warmly. “Matt stop.Matt!”,(s/o) whimpered as he peck her lips.He got close to her ear as he whispered, “Do you think I’m just letting you ?”Matt bit her ear as she whimpered, he slowly kissed her neck, sucking her skin roughly. He started leaving hickeys behind .(S/o) felt her heart pounding fast , she needed to get away. She struggle as she try pushing him of, she lifted her knee up and kicked him in the stomach, making him grunt. She ran through the trees as she yelled for help. “HELP ME!PLEASE!”, she panted as she hear a loud whistle.She look behind confused of what that was for as she saw a huge polar bear chasing her. Her eyes grew wide in fright as she panted harder, panicking of what that thing was.It was bigger than a normal polar bear.It was her bad luck or something because she tripped over a branch, she yelp as she landed flat on her face.She whimpered as she felt leaves on her face and when she was about to get up she felt a hard breathing against her neck.She hiccuped as tears came out as she turn around slowly to see the huge polar bear staring at her.Its jaws were huge, big enough to finish her there. “Good boy Kuma”, Matt patted the bear’s side as the polar bear backed away, leaving (s/o) frighten in fear.Matt pulled her up to her feet but she trembled that she couldn’t stand up still. “Now (s/o) we could have just done this easy and simple but you made it harder”, Matt said as he smile.Matt lifted her up to his shoulder as he carried her.(S/o) tried to scream but the polar bear looked at her, she kept her mouth shut as she was drag more into the woods, never again coming back home.

2p Russia:

“I see you like a big brother Viktor~!”, (s/o) dance around the full grown fields of the sunflowers.Viktor felt his heart stop for a moment, he felt like those words burn him inside. He had his hands behind his back as he stood tall and still. “Sunflower….”Viktor spoke as (s/o) gaze at some scarecrows and look at their clothes. “Yes Viktor”, she turn around as she waited for his response.He smile, not usual for him to do but he glance at the scarecrows, “do you like my scarecrows, sunflower?”(S/o) looked back at the scarecrows and nodded with a smile, “they look nice.”Viktor nodded as he came close to the two scarecrows, “how about you take a look at them .” (S/o) gladly accepted the request as she walked up to the scarecrows but she felt a shiver as when she was close to them a drop of blood fell on her cheek.She looked up at the scarecrow, it had a cloth bag hiding it’s face.She looked to the top of the scarecrow to the bottom noticing one of the scarecrow showed real human skin, one had a tattoo.A tattoo one of her friends had, she shook her head as she felt like she was going to vomit.She covered her mouth with one of her hand as she backed away.She felt a strong arm wrap its hands around her waist, she wince and try to turn around but another hand held her face as her eyes went wide. “Do you like the ‘bodies’ I use to make them sunflower.~”Viktor kissed her neck sweetly as he hummed, (s/o) began to cry as she trembled in fear. Viktor wiped the drop of blood on her cheek as he kiss her cheek gently. “You know I wanted this to be nice but you  left me no choice”, Viktor pulled out a needle he had in his coat pocket. “It could have gone any way so I came prepare, I promise you it won’t hurt sunflower~”,Viktor extended her arm. (S/o) started struggling and kick around her leg, losing the grip of his arm close to her face. “STOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!SOMEONE!GAH!AAAAAAAHHH!”, she felt a sharp pain in her arm as he pressed the needle’s liquid to her veins.She whimper as her body became limp and slowly she closed her eyes. “You and me we just need to know each other more, sunflower.~”

2p China:

“Zao you’re just a big bro for me”, (s/o) took a drink of her beverage.Zao has taken her out to drink to his house. “A brother?”, Zao  looked at his drink as he gulped his drink harshly. (S/o) nodded and took another sip of her drink as she felt Zao’s drink fall, pouring the liquid to the floor. “AH!ZAO!YOUR DRINK!”,(s/o) stood up as she was about to pick up his drink when she felt a hand grab her wrist. “Zao?”(s/o) looked up at him as he stared sad and stressed. “I don’t want to be a brother…..”,Zao’s grip became tight as (s/o) wince and yelp. “Z-zao stop my wrist hurts…”, (s/o) try pulling away but he pull closer. “I want to be more for you, I want to be your lover”,Zao gently kiss her cheek, causing (s/o) to jump in action.She push him as she blushed redly, “w-what are you doing z-zao?!”,(s/o) brushed her hair aside as she was nervous by his action. “I love you (s/o)……I love you so much”,Zao lean towards her as she bump to the table.(S/o) tried to protest but she felt her body be push down to the table. (S/o) yelp in surprise and fright as she struggle in his grip, “Z-zao!”He didn’t stop as he lean and kiss her lip, biting her her lip in the process. “You see me just like a brother?!I do everything, everything!For you, just you!”, Zao attacked her neck as she scream in fright.One of his hand travel down to her waist, giving it a squeeze. (S/o) whimper as she drool a bit, she was a mess, Zao was leaving marks around her neck as he will surprise her a kiss in the lips roughly. “Zao stop!I don’t love you!”, (s/o) yell with tears as Zao stop his actions.He stood quiet when he grin at her, “then who else will dear?~”Zao chuckled and laughed out, as he looked at her, “I took care of your friends, do you want me to go to your family next?”(S/o) stood shocked and shook her head as she felt warm breath against her ear. “Then let’s redo this stupid action, yes?~”,Zao brushed her cheek as (s/o) cried knowing it will be the last time her loved ones will see her.

2p Italy:

“Luciano,you’re like a brother to me, more like a big brother”, (s/o) smiled as she poke at her food. Luciano was drinking his wine, as he had taken (s/o) to a restaurant to talk about things and enjoy themselves.He choked on his drink as some spill out of his mouth (s/o) jumped a bit as she reaches a napkin to help him. “Ah, Luciano you spill some”,(s/o) wipe some of the wine as he blushed but looked away. “It’s ok bella”,Luciano felt her hand brush against his lips as he couldn’t resist but grab her hand.It was soft and cold, so sweet. “Luciano?”,(s/o) tilted her head as she watch him rub his thumb against her hand. “You know how ,much I love you”, Luciano kissed her palm, causing her to blush but pull away her hand. “Luciano!”,she blush by the attention she got from other people but she look down as she stayed quiet. “Luciano, I’m sorry I don’t see you that way,I’m sorry”, (s/o) looked at the ground as she slowly look up to see his face.He was smiling, with a big grin, “but we can be more (s/o), just tell me what to do.I can give you everything you ever wanted, just tell me what it is and I’ll get it.I can love you like no one else can.”(S/o) felt uncomfortable of how he was acting, this wasn’t the Luciano she knew. “Luciano you’re scaring me”,(s/o) finally said as it got him of guard. “Scaring you?”,Luciano giggled as he grabbed both of her hands making her jump a bit. “My bella, you don’t even know what might scare you”,Luciano giggled more as (s/o) was feeling like it was time to leave. “I think I should leave”, (s/o) was trying to pull away but Luciano wouldn’t let go. “But (s/o) we have so much to do~”,Luciano grin. “Luciano stop please, you’re making me uncomfortable”,(s/o) looked away. He lean close to her as he spoke, “I think it’s better for you to stay here with me (s/o), wouldn’t want you to hear about the mess I made~”,Luciano smirked as (s/o) stood confused.She felt her brain screaming at her to get away but she wouldn’t budge. “M-mess?”,(s/o) asked as Luciano nodded and quietly respond. “You know it is bella, friends and family can take up of your time.Time of me and you~”,Luciano nodded as (s/o) shook her head.She didn’t want to believe those word, she wanted to run away. “But let’s not do something stupid bella, or others may get hurt~”,Luciano kissed her cheek as she knew what he can do to the others she have left. “Now let’s make this all better as to restart again and learn how to love one another.~”

2p Germany:

“You’re the best big brother I had Lutz!”,(s/o) watched Lutz put the weights down he was using.He had invited her to his waiting room he had to talk and chill but it didn’t went like he wanted it to go. “B-brother?”,Lutz scratch his chin as he didn’t like the sound of that. “Brother wasn’t what I expected”,Lutz cross his hands as he looked at (s/o).She shyly looked away as she blushed but shook it of, “I’m sorry Lutz, it can’t work out.”Lutz shook his head as he brushed his hair. “I don’t want that (s/o)…..I love you”, Lutz looked at her with sadness but he tried to be happy and cheerful. (S/o) shook her head, “Lutz I’m sorry, it just can’t.”Lutz grabbed her hand making her jump in fright as she saw him on his knees. “I love you (s/o), with all my heart”,Lutz kissed her palm as she was getting nervous and uncomfortable. “Lutz stop please.Don’t please”, she try to pull away as he tighten his grip. “Luts!”,(s/o) was now struggling as she tried to push him of.He didn’t nudge, he kept holding on her tight, he didn’t want to lose her.Watch her walk of without him, without him been in her life. “I’ve done so much (s/o).I’m not just gonna watch and let it be thrown away~”,Lutz cupped her face as he kissed her in the lip. (S/o) froze as she blushed and felt like this was not right.She whimpered as Lutz pulled her closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I love you (s/o), I really do~”,Lutz panted as he slowly kissed her jaw line going lower to her neck.(S/o) wasn’t liking none of it as she struggled more before shouting out, “LET ME GO THIS INSTANCE!LUTZ!I DON’T LOVE YOU!I NEVER WILL!”,(s/o) didn’t thought about it as she slapped him across the face.She stood still as she realized what she had done. She looked up at him.Worried and scared of what his reaction will be.Lutz looked at the ground as he felt a sting in his cheek, he slowly touched it as he winced and slowly turn to (s/o). “(s/o)….”,Lutz stared at her as she grew scared as tears were coming out of her eyes. “I didn’t mean to”, those words took it, it was the last thing it took.He quickly dash towards and threw her to the wall. “So many things you don’t mean to do (s/o)”, Lutz brushed her hair as she cried out more. He smiled as  he spoke, “but we can fix that, let’s start over,yes?~”

2p Japan:

“A brother is a better term I see you as Kuro”, (s/o) said as she set down the gift he had brought her, he wanted her to come to his home to surprise her with something lovely.Kuro froze his tracks as he was going to get her some tea but some plans were ruined. “Brother.”,Kuro cleared his throat by the sound of that word made him unease. “Yes”, (s/o) nodded as Kuro shook his head in disbelief. “(S/o) you must be doing something at me, joking around ,you know how people are these days”, Kuro smiled warmly hoping for that. (S/o) shook her head as she frowned, “I’m sorry Kuro but you’re just a brother, nothing else.I can’t see you as a lover either”, (s/o) felt a bit uncomfortable with how this talk was getting.SLAM.(S/o) jump out of fright a Kuro’s hands trembled on the table, he was breathing a bit hard as he stared at the table. “Kuro?”,(s/o) stood up to help him thinking he was having problems with breathing.A chuckle, that was the only that was heard.It stopped (s/o) in her tracks as carefully stood still.Kuro looked at (s/o) with a smirk, “You know I’ve done everything to make everything easier for you (s/o).”Kuro smiled as (s/o) stood confused but listened carefully. “Take care of those who bother you, who push you down”, Kuro walk close to her as he caressed her face. “Is it time to take care of those who distract you, who take you away from me?~”, Kuro gently placed a hand on her thigh as he gazes at her with his eyes half lid.She blushed madly but those words had her on alert. “Ku-u-uro p-please”,(s/o) plead as she moan a bit feeling him press himself against her.He slowly rock himself on her as he whispered in her ear. “Mercy?Aren’t we being pushy no?~”,Kuro giggled as he cupped her chin roughly making her look at him in the eyes. “How about you stay for a long while, to fix our mistakes or make the outcome even more better.~”

The Best Surprise

A/N: Happy birthday @animoozies! Hope you have a great day full of smiles, cake and most importantly…MOUNTAIN DEW. Love you, Connie! Hope you like this little Gruvia drabble!

Words: 600

When she feels his arms circle around her shoulders before reaching up to cover her eyes gently, she already knows who it is.

“Gray-sama?”

Gray leans down with a smile, his voice tickling the shell of her ear as he tells her, “No peeking, got it?”

Resting her hands over his, she nods excitedly. “Could this be a surprise for Juvia?”

“Yeah,” he says, helping her get to her feet before steadying her against his own body. “You could say that.”

Carefully, he guides her through their small home, along the hallway and up the stairs, the last one creaking just like always. Though she couldn’t see anything past the slits of light streaming in through his fingers, she knew exactly where he was taking her. Past the paintings and photographs, past the trinkets and ornaments they’d collected over the years to the room at the end which had always been labelled as the ‘spare room’ until just a few months ago when they decided it would belong to a very special person instead.

“Okay, stop right here…” With one hand, Gray reaches around Juvia to open the door, the other still covering her eyes.

“Can Juvia look now?” she asks, fingers clasped under her chin as she tries not to bounce on the spot with excitement.

“In a sec. First, take another step forward…”

Now, Gray-sama?”

Gray glanced around the room one last time before resting his chin on top of her head. “You ready, Juvia?”

“Yes!”

And slowly, he lets his hands fall away.

Juvia finds herself standing in the middle of a room so blue, it resembles the sea. There are paintings everywhere—boats floating above soft waves with fishes swimming below, a rainbow stretching out across the far side wall and overlooking art of their guild, snowmen and igloos and penguins all dotted around as specks of glittery white fell down on them — every wall is different and is its own little story.

Tilting her head up to the ceiling, she sees clouds and a big yellow sun in the centre, its rays meeting the edges of the room and tumbling down the walls in bright patterns, like gold falling from the sky.

In the middle of the room, there is a white cot, and as she steps forward to get a closer look, she sees that hanging just above is an ice-made mobile, glinting in the light and crafted into shapes of different snowflakes by experienced and precise hands. She reaches to touch one, and when it jingles softly in her ears, she feels a lump rise in her throat.

For a moment, she stands in awe, glancing around the room once more, taking in every small detail of what was to be their child’s nursery — and then she hears his voice.

“Well, what d’ya think?”

Gray is still stood beside her, arms folded, a big smirk on his face. Only now does she see the splotches of paint on his clothes, and only now do her eyes fill with tears.

“Gray-sama!” Juvia flies into his side, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “This is so beautiful!”

Smiling, he looks around the room at his work. Now that he had finished, the fact that they were having a child felt even more real. It was a strange feeling, knowing that there was going to be a little boy joining them soon, keeping them up at night, making them laugh, eventually calling the two of them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.

“Juvia loves her little family so much,” she tells him, hugging the swell of her stomach. “And she cannot wait to be a parent.”

A strange feeling, but one he welcomed all the same.

“Me too,” he says, placing his hand over hers.

Post 5x20 Spec Fic

It’s not gonna happen this way, of course, but a girl can dream.

Not beta’d.

Felicity traced the rim of Oliver’s glass as she took a quiet moment for herself. There was still a little whiskey in it, and she could see the faint imprint of his lips on the rim. One thought circled in her head as she stared at the amber liquor.

Drink it. Chug it. Refill and repeat.

It would be an easy escape from all the other thoughts and emotions bubbling just under the surface of her consciousness. The more those thoughts and feelings intruded, the stronger the desire to drink grew. If the thoughts took over, she would drown in them. With no guarantees of resurfacing.

The feeling that pushed her into action was terror; the terror she had felt when Oliver was unconscious.

Felicity brought the glass to her lips and tossed her head back without a second thought. She had to admit, Oliver’s taste in liquor was always on point. There was barely any bite to its flavor, and the fire that trailed down her throat was smooth and pleasant. It warmed up her stomach, and lingered on her tongue with its sweet aftertaste.

Without hesitating, she refilled the glass about halfway and chugged it in three swallows. Her stomach put up a token protest, causing her to gag a bit, but she fought against it with all her might. Then she refilled the glass again.

“Hey,” came his soft voice from over her shoulder as he stilled her hand with his. “Take it easy.”

“I’m a grown woman,” she bit out, “I can do what I want.”

Felicity cringed internally at the ensuing silence, knowing she went too far. But she had a hard time feeling too bad about it, because his mere presence threatened to break through her emotional barriers. It was too much.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was harsh.”

Oliver sat down with a sigh beside her. Felicity closed her eyes and doubled down on shutting out her feelings.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

Felicity barked a laugh as tears sprung to her eyes. Dammit. “I’m fine.”

Without looking, she could tell he tilted his head, giving her a pointed glare.

Stubborn idiot. “I just—“ Her voice wavered. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I just want to not think.”

Oliver reached for her hand again, caressing her fingertips. “What are you running from?”

A fresh wave of grief welled up her throat, and more tears filled her eyes. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

But Oliver persisted. He pulled his chair closer to her wheelchair, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She stiffened at first, trying to preserve her composure, but when his lips landed on her head, her composure cracked. She swallowed a sob. And then another. The crack widened and the trickle of grief flowed faster, until she surrendered and leaned into Oliver’s embrace, shaking as she cried.

Felicity lost all sense of time as feelings overwhelmed her. She felt an incredible pressure on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. When the pressure became too much, she gasped deeply, followed by sobs she could no longer suppress. At some point, Oliver pulled her out of the wheelchair and into his lap, where he cradled her in his arms and rocked her side to side.

“It’s okay,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you. Let it all out.”

With the dam finally broken, all the thoughts she ran from finally caught up to her. They flowed through her mind disjointedly, competing to be heard, overlapping each other into a giant, tangled mess.

She was paralyzed again. There were no other prototypes. The only existing prototype would have to be repaired, but there was no guarantee that it could be fixed.

She and Oliver had come to an understanding after a year of –

Pain, in her back, her legs numb, a moment of self-pity – why me –

Had it been a mistake, joining Helix? No, she did what she had to – but at what cost? – she wanted to carry the same burdens Oliver did.

I love him.

If she never walks again, how could she be a mother? Did Oliver even want to have kids? – that’s jumping the gun we’re not even back together yet –

I want to get back together with Oliver.

What about William?

They had to deal with Chase first. Chase the psychopath, Chase, the worst villain they’ve ever gone up against, and that’s saying something because one of them almost nuked the entire world—

Havenrock—

Her sobbing intensified with the last thought, guilt and grief drowning out all conscious thought. Oliver’s arms tightened around her, and he whispered words of comfort in her ear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the intensity of Felicity’s grief abated, her sobs fading into hiccups. Oliver continued holding her, still gently rocking his chair.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

Felicity nodded. She took a deep, cleansing breath, and started moving to leave Oliver’s lap—

–until she remembered she couldn’t walk.

One last spate of grief bubbled up, like an aftershock, but it didn’t last very long.

“What is it?” Oliver asked.

She huffed a bitter laugh. “You’re gonna have to carry me again.”

His hand reached up to wipe her wet cheeks. “Are you okay with that?”

Felicity shrugged, keeping her eyes averted. “I have to be.”

“Hey.” He lifted her chin, redirecting her gaze. The emotion she saw in his eyes—sorrow, hope, love—pierced through her, all the way down to her soul. It felt as if his gaze was a tangible thing, wrapping itself around her and making her feel safe. “You’re gonna get through this,” he reassured. “You’re gonna be okay.”

The way he said it, with such conviction and belief, settled something in her heart. All her tumultuous emotions fled in the face of his absolute faith in her, leaving only love in its wake.

“Will you help me?” she asked in a small voice, feeling naked and vulnerable.

His eyes lit up as the corner of his lips ticked up. “Always.”

Always, the word he’d used in his fake-not-so-fake vows, the word that carried so much weight between them; Felicity’s heart stuttered as she vividly recalled that moment. He had looked at her then exactly as he stared at her now, and maybe for the first time, she believed, in her bones, that Oliver really loved her.

Felicity extended her hand to run her fingers through his hair. Oliver closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, his forehead creasing with something like pain.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered with a frown.

His eyes popped open in surprise. “For what?”

Her hand drifted down to his chest. She focused on the rhythm beneath her hand for a moment before replying, “for breaking your heart.”

The pain on Oliver’s face intensified, his brows pinched and his lips pressed together. He swallowed, and then nodded once.

Felicity inched her head closer to Oliver’s, intending to rest her forehead against his. But then his eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise, and she changed her mind.

She reached for his lips instead.

Oliver gasped, and Felicity felt his heart beat faster under her hand. She kept the kiss chaste, tentative. It was more of a question than a statement, and far too soon, she pulled back to see Oliver’s reaction.

He stared at her, eyes wide with wonder and a smile playing on his lips. His chest was still, as if he was holding his breath. Felicity smiled, then nodded, and he finally expelled a breath.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“Yeah.”

Oliver wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her forward, swallowing up her lips with a more passionate kiss.

jojo would get a bunch of piercings just to impress marissa

Association Ch-2

Originally posted by taesyong

Rated: Smut

Pairing: YutaxReader

Summary: She really hated the guy, his stupid smirk, and flirty attitude was an annoyance at work. Outside of work though, matters were different.

(Y/N): So many of you wanted this Jesus Christ. I don’t really question why but I mean it definitely got me thinking of possibilities with this one. So I guess I’m back to quench your thirsts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4



“This is going to be a lot of fun.” Yuta announced brightly, sitting back on the chair. She turned to him confused.

“An old client of our’s has been arrested in a foreign land. Which is the fun part here?”

“We’ll need what, two days to work out his mess? The rest of the week is ours.” He leaned in and winked.

“Do you think ensuring someone doesn’t end up in a foreign prison is easy? He’s been accused of insulting a prostitute, I didn’t know he could get any worse than he already was.” She huffed out in annoyance. The old man was a sleazy pervert and she wasn’t enjoying the idea of bailing him out from anywhere.

“We’ll just pay them.” He said while cutting into his food.

“That’s offensive to everyone involved.” She laughed incredulously. He just shrugged at put a shrimp in his mouth.

“I don’t care, I want my vacation. He’s rich and guilty, at least the poor girl will make some money off this,” He raised his glass waiting for her to do the same, when she didn’t he only shrugged again and took a sip. “And so will we. We can bill him for the whole week.” He said causing her to choke on her drink.

“That’s a lot.” She said a little surprised.

“Consider it the price for your conscience.” He finished his drink as their flight was called.

After the flight finally took off, she got busy with reading the relevant laws of the country they were currently off to to find a solution. When Yuta realised this he sighed.

“Don’t bother, laws for prostitutes are very strict in this country, paying her to drop the case is the only way. Tourism is one of their largest income, if this story goes public a lot of people might be scared off for a while, putting a large dent in their economy.” Even with her disapproval of his methods, she was mildly impressed at his research.

If it goes public?” She raised her brow and he grinned. She sighed at sat back.

“Fine whatever, as long as we are done with this as soon as possible.” She sipped on the wine they gave as a welcome drink.

“I don’t get the appeal of wine.” Yuta announced as she turned to him with an offended expression before it subsided into one of bemusement.

“It’s not for everyone.” She said simply, taking another sip.

“What I mean is, it costs hundreds of dollars and for some imaginary flavours. What even is a tanin?” He laughed shamelessly at his own sad attempt of a joke.

“I’ve seen you spend half your wallet on a glass of scotch.” She said with a sigh.

“That’s not the same thing,” He said with a patronising tone. “Scotch has something to show for it’s price, It’s much smoother.

“Wine prices depend on where it’s from, a good province gives wine with very complex flavours.” She explained.

“All I taste is booze.” He shrugged.

“That’s because you’re about as cultured as a herring.” She deadpanned making him laugh at the very random comparison.

After a meal, and a joint decision to make each other like the other’s choice of alcohol, they were both sufficiently drunk and tired, neither more accepting of the other’s preferences than when they started.

She faced away from him, curling up to sleep through the rest of the flight. Yuta turned to her and pouted to himself, he wasn’t tired.

“Hey.” He whispered in her ear and she only hummed in response, “Are you sleeping?” He asked stupidly.

“What does it look like Nakamoto?” Her voice was a sleepy groan. He chuckled so close to her ears that she shivered.

“But I’m bored.” He whined and she just sighed and ignored him. After sitting back for a few more minutes he got restless again and turned back, whining her name in her ears, only partially enjoying how she shivered again.

“I know you’re awake come on.” He whined.

“What do you want?” She spat out annoyed of being deprived of sleep, he smirked at her, and it left her both confused and curious. He slipped his hand into his blanket and then into hers making her eyes shoot open.

“Yuta!” She whispered urgently, “What are you doing?”

“What? You’re so cold so I’m just keeping you warm.” His hand landed on her thigh. When she tried to push it away he only gripped on tighter.

“You are such a nuisance.” She chastised but his smirk only grew as he pushed his hand higher, her protests getting weaker.

His hand reached the band of her tights, as he got slower with his persecution. She shifted in an almost unconscious attempt to give him access but it only made him grow more smug. He slowly slipped his hand into her tights, relishing the idea of her growing impatient but being unable to show it amongst all the other sleeping people. He traced circles inside her thigh, keeping up his maddening rhythm for so long that she let out a whine before she could stop herself, slapping her hand over her mouth and thanking the seat distance business class provided. He sniggered to himself, knowing she would be too proud to say anything but seeing how far he could take it. He watched as she raised her blanket to cover her face, he stopped and drew his hand out. She pulled her blanket down and stared at him while she took shallow breaths, confused.

“It’s no fun if I can’t see your face.” He shrugged, her features turned rigid.

“I hate you.” She whispered with pure betrayal in her voice and turned away. He smiled, finally tired enough to sleep.

They were woken up for breakfast by a flight attendant and the next few hours were spend watching Yuta flirt with the flight attendant incessantly. She decided to just do some work to have something better to do than watch his terrible misadventures. She reached into her bag and took out a file. Yuta turned to her after finishing what was his third conversation with the same attendant and sighed.

“Can you not stop working for a few hours? You know addiction to your work is also a real problem.” He put a hand on hers with mock sympathy. She pushed it away a little too harshly.

“Then what do you suggest I do with all this free time?” She raised her brow at him.

“I don’t know. Don’t you have any hobbies like most people?” She stared at him like he was speaking in ancient greek.

“In a flight? I’m sorry but my hobbies don’t include chatting up flight attendants.” She knew how it sounded the moment she said it and groaned when the expected smirk tugged at his lips.

“Are you jealous?” His eyes danced and she threw her pillow at him.

“Yes,” He looked shocked at her unexpected words. “Of all the people who don’t have to endure your terrible method of flirting.” His face fell before he smirked soon after.

“So it definitely isn’t my flirting that gets you so hot.” He said next to her ear, “I’d say it’s my fingers, but we couldn’t get to that part could we?” She really wanted to kick herself for how much his voice affected her right then, but she was damn well not going to show it. She turned to him, ignoring the proximity of his face to hers. This isn’t the first time he’s that close, don’t act like a teenager.

“When I ride you till I can’t feel my legs and,” She looked from his lips and straight into his eyes, as he sucked in a breathe, smiling, “when you don’t open that irritating mouth of yours.” She smirked this time, “That really gets me going.” She scoffed and sat back.

“Now, I’m not disrupting your rudimentary play time so leave me be.” She went back to her file while Yuta sat back, suddenly in need of a breath, or maybe a cold shower.

As Yuta had predicted, it took two days to sort everything. Once everything was settled, their client made a gracious offer to take them to dinner at an extremely exclusive restaurant.

“Yuta this is going to be too much. I mean I didn’t even bring something to wear to such an opulent place.” She said looking up from her laptop as he emerged from the shower.

“We could go shopping, we have the whole day.” He looked up at her while drying his hair with a towel, repressing a smirk when he noticed her stare at his exposed chest.

“Or we could stay in and you can just wear jeans to a michelin star restaurant.” He bend down and put his arms beside her, caging her in. She looked up at and gulped which didn’t help his dwindling resolve.

“I-uh.” She used all her will to look away from his face and how good it looked with wet hair, “I’ll go shower, I’ll met you outside my room in an hour.” She coughed and slinked off the bed somehow.

“Whatever pleases you.” She heard him say as she walked to the door.

This is the opposite of that.

To say she looked good in the green dress she got would be an understatement, saying she looked absolutely ravishing wouldn’t quite cut it either.

To put it simply, Yuta really loved the dress and he also loved the idea of slipping her out of it even more, which was a sudden but not necessarily unwelcome thought.

He stood outside her door, staring at her, already wishing for the dinner to be over

“Here.” She said handing him something, he looked down at her hand confused staring at the small silk cloth in her hand the same colour as her dress.

“It’s a pocket square, it was displayed beside the dress and I really liked it.” She mumbled, Yuta looked up unable to process this. Instead he took the small gift from her hand. The article, unlike her monochromatic dress, was intricately designed with white flowers and hummingbirds. He traced the patterns with his thumb.

“It’s beautiful.” He pulled out the small material already present in his breast pocket and throw it inside her room.

“Why are you throwing that around? It’s expensive.” She stared at his wide eyed. He just smiled, deciding not to say what was on this mind.

It wasn’t a sliver as meaningful as this one.

anonymous asked:

Hey, lovely, you're so talented ❤ When there's an inspiration and you're free, can you please do an imagine with kind of daily DaddyMendes (when he helps y/n, or attend doctor with his kids, things like that) 🙏🏻

“So you’re sure it’s just an ear infection?” Shawn asks the doctor, glancing briefly down at the child playing with his hoodie strings before refocusing on the pediatrician. His baby girl is making the fabric a little soggy from putting them in her mouth but she isn’t screaming anymore, and Shawn really can’t bring himself to pull it away. 

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