how does he ever interview people all he does is interrupt them

Hot Off The Press

Another AU where Jacky-Boy is a hockey player and Bitty has a job that involves hockey bc that’s my aesthetic. Anyway, I really know nothing about how the world of sports journalism works so there is probably some inaccuracies in here, but it’s an AU so who cares. Artistic license and all that. Very slightly NSFW (i just wanted to get all the warnings out there). 

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“Are you into men?”

Jack has been asked this question before, but in such a subtle way (and typically involving Parson) that it’s easy to avoid. No reporter has ever straight out asked him. Besides, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual. So when Jack usually tells them, “No.” it’s not a lie. However, this time it feels different. Maybe it wasn’t just this particular time, but all the times added onto each other that’s finally causing him to really think about what hole he’s digging himself into.

The blunt question has him feeling panicky and the other presser notice his reaction too. Jack can’t say no, because that’s not true. He is into men. Jack’s panic quickly shifts, and now he just feels like shoving the microphones away and storming out, because this is hockey goddammit. Not E! news.

“Excuse me?” Jack clears his throat, trying to buy himself some time to think of a properly crafted response. Over the years, he’s developed a talent for that.

But everything is on overdrive and he feels his breath start to quicken again–

“Are you into men?” Another reporter asks, and it takes Jack a moment to realize that the reporter isn’t asking him. He’s asking the man who popped the question in the first place.

 All attention, including Jack’s, turns to the small blonde that got lost in the bundle of people. He holds up his mic towards the reporter who popped the question in the first place. 

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anonymous asked:

I am also a sucker for your top 10 worldbuilding posts so here's another one: top 10 times the media got some TMI on Victor and Yuuri's relationship (and does it include Victor drunkenly revealing they switch to tabloids and Chris' speech at the wedding about where they've done the nasty?)

The wedding was strictly family and friends only so Chris’ speech never got made public (Yuuri would have died if it did!) but there have been several incidents where the media learned a lot more about Viktor and Yuuri than they ever expected.

Top 10 Times The Media Got Some TMI On Victor and Yuuri’s Relationship:

10) Once - when Yuuri was competing in the Four Continents and Viktor was on the side-lines to cheer him on - during the warm up Yuuri was practicing his quad flip over and over to make sure he got it right while Viktor was doing an interview at the side of the rink and the reporter sort of offhandedly mentioned ‘oh, Katsuki has been doing jumps for a while now and he doesn’t even look tired, I guess it must be true that he has really good stamina’ and Viktor just went really dreamy eyed and said ‘yes’ while completely ignoring the interviewer and gazing at Yuuri. And the reporter and the camera man just ended up looking at each other like ‘should we finish the interview or just let him keep daydreaming about his sex life?’

9) During the season after the end of chapter 14 Viktor’s exhibition skate was the Stay Close To Me duet and afterwards one of the reporters asked Yuuri ‘were you ever concerned about doing the lifts during the routine? Were you sure Nikiforov was going to be able to hold your weight or were you worried he might drop you?’. And Yuuri was just like ‘No, I had faith in him and we already knew he could lift me up pretty easily anyway’ which he probably would have gotten away with if he hadn’t proceeded to go bright red afterwards when he realised what he’d said and everyone who watched it was like ‘we kind of really want to know but at the same time we probably really don’t.’

8) After Viktor finally retired he was doing a joint interview with Yuuri and one of the reporters asked him if he was concerned about maintaining his physical condition now that he wasn’t competing anymore because lots of athletes have a hard time adjusting once they stop such vigorous training regimes. And Viktor was just like, ‘I’m sure it won’t be a problem, I’ll still be getting some pretty intense regular exercise even if I’m not training anymore’ and winked at Yuuri and Yuuri started blushing really badly while all the reporters went into minor meltdowns

7) Once they ended up being caught by reporters a few days after Viktor’s birthday when they were out taking the dogs for a walk and it was mostly fine but one of the reporters asked Yuuri what he had given Viktor as a birthday present and they both went bright red and Yuuri sort of mumbled a hurried and fake sounding answer that probably wasn’t even in English and practically sprinted off. No-one ever found out exactly what Viktor’s ‘present’ was but there was a lot of speculation and the general consensus became that Yuuri Katsuki was probably a lot kinkier than anyone ever expected and Viktor Nikiforov was a very lucky guy.  

6) This one came in a series of tweets from a fan who was in an upmarket hotel bar which basically consisted of, ‘oh my god Viktor Nikiforov is in the same bar as I am what should I do?’ ‘He’s sitting alone do you think I should go and talk to him? Would it be weird to ask for his autograph?’ ‘I wonder why Katsuki isn’t with him, it’s the off season I thought they’d be together’ ‘Oh my god I just noticed he isn’t wearing his ring what does this mean?’ ‘He just started to talk to a guy who sat down next to him and he’s being really flirty oh my god.’ ‘Is Viktor Nikiforov having an affair????’ ‘Help, red alert I’ve just seen Viktor Nikiforov in a bar chatting up some random guy without his ring on what do I do?’ ‘Oh wait a minute the guy he was talking to just turned around and it turns out it was actually Katsuki after all. Panic over.’ ‘Wait a minute Katsuki isn’t wearing his ring either, they can’t have both lost them at the same time can they?’ ‘They’re acting really weirdly though and they’re dressed differently too I’m confused but I don’t want to interrupt’ *several minutes pause* ‘Well something I definitely didn’t expect to happen tonight was finding out that Katsuki and Nikiforov are apparently into role play but you learn something new every day.’

5) After being apart for a long time during the skating season they finally reunited at an airport and it was all very dramatic and Viktor ended up kissing Yuuri really passionately for a really long time. And when they broke away Yuuri was like ‘that reminded me of our first kiss, after the competition in Saitama.’ And Viktor was like ‘I did a lot more than just kiss you then solnyshko’ being all sly and flirty and then they both sort of froze as they realised that A) they were in a very public airport which is not a good place to be heavily flirting even if you have been apart for several months and B ) Several people were not so discreetly filming them. And that was how the world learned exactly when and where Viktor and Yuuri got it on for the first time.

4) During the four continents after they first got together Viktor ended up doing the thing in he did in the anime where he tied Yuuri’s laces and kissed his skates while being there to support him. And at that point their public relationship was still only a few months old so while the reaction was mainly positive there were still some assholes who were salty about the whole thing including one trashy tabloid reporter who cornered Yuuri after his skate who was obviously a die-hard Viktor fan and didn’t like him or their relationship at all. And while Yuuri is usually quiet and shy and likes to keep as much about their relationship private as he can because he doesn’t want the world butting in, he also is absolutely savage when he wants to be and after going through so much to finally get together with Viktor he is not willing to take any shit from anyone. So the reporter was being really bitchy and asking questions like ‘don’t you think it’s a bit degrading to make Viktor Nikiforov get down on his knees for you?’ and Yuuri just really calmly said ‘not really, he likes it too much’, smiled and walked away. The video clip of it happening has several million views.

3) At one point Viktor and Yuuri were on the beach at Hasetsu and Viktor took a picture of Yuuri in his boxers (they had forgotten their swimming stuff but got too hot and went to cool off in the sea) and nothing else while laughing on the beach. And while 99.9% of the comments were all along the lines of ‘goddamn’, ‘please step on me’ and ‘Yuuri Katsuki with his shirt off is a gift to humanity’ there were a couple off assholes who were commenting on the stretch marks on Yuuri’s thighs. Because he was a naturally chubby kid with a lot of puppy fat and went from that to a lean athletic teenager in a very short space of time so he has them although they’re not that noticeable. And Viktor doesn’t usually care when people are rude to him online because there are always a few shitty people out there but it really pisses him off when someone insults Yuuri. So when someone tweeted him like ‘you’re really hot, why do you bother with someone with ugly stretch marks like Katsuki?’ he responds with ‘I love every part of my boyfriend including his marks. I especially like to kiss them every night when his thighs are wrapped round my head.’ which pretty much shut all the haters up there and then. Yuuri hit him with a pillow for it afterwards but he was secretly kind of pleased.

2) The day after one of the major competitions Yuuri was giving an interview and the interviewer asked ‘now that the competition is over has the tiredness set in yet and are you ready to go home or are you still riding high on the adrenaline from last night?’ and Chris, who happened to be walking past at that moment, was just like ‘well he was certainly riding something last night but it wasn’t the adrenaline.’ Yuuri’s expression after he said it became a popular reaction picture for when someone looks like they physically want to die of embarrassment.

1) The incident I mentioned in a previous ask where a tipsy Viktor ends up getting interviewed by a tabloid reporter when his tongue is looser than usual so when she asks ‘are you the top or the bottom in your relationship’ aka the question everyone else wanted to ask but was way too polite and respectful to, he just winked and said ‘why pick just one.’ And that was how the world found out that Viktor and Yuuri switch.

“I‘d love you“

Request: “Could you do one where reader is in another band and is the singer or something like that“

(Y/N): I missed out on an episode of adventure time for this so you guys better like it. Thank you for submitting x 

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Being on tour is one of the greatest thing ever. You get to travel the world and do what you love with the people you love at the same time. Of course it has its pros and cons but overall, it‘s something you could not be enough grateful for. On top of that, is the opportunity to somewhat give back to your fans, that have supported your band as a whole throughout all these years, through many ups and downs.

You wake up at early in the morning in the stronghold to watch the sunrise. This morning isn’t grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colours merge into neon pink and peach. Catching a glimpse of your phone, you notice that it‘s way too early for you to get out of bed, so you choose to use the time to check your social medias. Immediately after opening the Twitter app, your vision gets bombard with thousands of notifications. However, almost all of them are hinting to one single tweet.

 ‘@tylerjoseph: @joshdun is seeing the love of his life live tonight. wish him luck‘

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The Topmodel AU I hadn’t realised I need

Kicking this AU Weekend (more infos here) off early because I’ll go on a trip later today and won’t be back until Saturday evening, so most of my posts will have to wait until Sunday&Monday (yes, I’m counting Easter Monday as part of the weekend, sue me). So let’s just talk about my Topmodel!AU headcanon for a sec, shall we? 

Not gonna lie, I came up with this ten minutes ago, so expect lots of incoherent rambling.

Alright, so. Tony is nineteen, just finished his master degree and determined to piss his father off as much as possible–a dangerous combination that ends with him signing up for the next topmodel casting instead of starting to work for SI like Howard wants. He didn’t really expect to make it through, he’s too short to be a model, damn it, and he really doesn’t appreciate Rhodey howling with laughter. But his father’s expression when he learns of it is so worth it.

And well, Tony is good with cameras, alright? He’s confident, knows how to put on a show, and suddenly those abilities aren’t just a necessity, they’re actually really helpful. He moves into a house with the other models (though having to give up his phone and being cut off from the internet is hell, seriously, how do regular people survive this?). 

He makes friends with some of the other models, a pretty redhead named Pepper who walks in heels like she was born to be on the catwalk, the sharp-tongued Maria who doesn’t appear to be interested by anything–she doesn’t even blink when they get to shoot a short clip with famous actor Steve Rogers, Tony is convinced she’s secretly a cyborg–and Clint who, by virtue of being the only boy, immediately becomes Tony’s new best friend.

The judges can be harsh in their critic, but their trainer Bruce is an absolute sweetheart. Also the first time Natasha Romanov compliments Tony on the expressiveness in his photo shot is a world-altering experience. 

Sometimes being locked into a house with so many people can be a bit much though. That’s when Tony sneaks into the kitchen at two AM, just to get some time for himself. Which is how he meets Bucky. Well, he doesn’t meet him that way, Bucky is a camera man on the crew after all, and he’s always around. But sharing a sandwich in the middle of the night is a different kind of knowing, okay?

There’s also the fact that Tony may or may not have a tiny little crush on the guy–Bucky is attractive and witty and has this super secret ability of stalking them all day with a camera and not making it weird, and also his abs, really, Tony’s never had a chance. So. There may be a bit of flirting involved in their midnight meets.

Which is not a problem, Tony flirts with everyone, it’s his thing. His bisexuality isn’t a secret either, in fact the fans are shipping ‘Clony’ very insistently. And though that’s just a terrible ship name–Tony tells the interviewer as much–he and Clint do like to play it up a little, just for fun. The problem is, Bucky isn’t shy about flirting back, and as it turns out, that’s something Tony’s brilliant brain can’t handle. 

What also turns into a bit of a problem is that Tony isn’t exactly subtle, no matter how hard he tries to hide his crush. There’s a lot of blushing and stuttering involved for one, and that’s just plain awkward. Tony doesn’t blush, alright, especially not when someone calls him cute. He’s not cute. He’s hot. He’s handsome. But not cute. And the way Bucky smiles and nods at him indulgently isn’t fair at all.

Then, there’s the week eight incident. The sexy shoot. Yeah. Let’s just not talk about that. [Everyone is talking about it. Clint and Pepper refuse to shut up about it. And Tony knows he did well, that his photo was the best of that week, but it’s still embarrassing because he knows he was throwing that smoldering look straight at Bucky–and who had placed him behind their photographer, damn it–and it’s just weird.]

Maria leaves them at the end of week nine and Tony resolutely refuses to cry. It’s part of the show, he’s known that from the start, and it’s not like he’ll never see her again. Which is what he very insistently tells Bucky who just as insistently convinces Tony to drink the hot comfort chocolate he’s smuggled in from Starbucks.

“I can’t do this,” Tony tells him, stares sadly into his half-empty cup. “I’m not supposed to be a model, I can’t be a model, what am I even doing here?”

“Tony,“ Bucky interrupts the beginnings of his panic attack, voice serious. “I’ve seen you out there, you love being a model. You love being on that stage, you own it. Look, take it from someone who’s been filming at this show for three seasons, you’ve got talent. You’re improving every week. And it’s true that that’s not the only thing it takes, model business is tough. Not everyone can handle that, but I don’t have any doubts that you could.”

“You think so?” Tony asks and hates how hopeful he sounds. Because this was supposed to be joke, a way to annoy his father, he wasn’t supposed to care about this.

“I do,” Bucky nods, then smirks. “You’ve got the ‘bitch please’ attitude down already too.” To which Tony sniffs derisively. Somehow the night ends with both of them laughing, and when Tony returns to his room, Clint sends him a knowing look.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you really do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Rhodey asks two minutes after his arrival. Tony is too overwhelmed by his surprise visit to even bother denying it. 

“Oh, Tony,” Rhodey sighs, pulls him into a hug, and Tony melts. He’s missed this, missed it so much. Clint is a great guy, but he refuses to cuddle Tony the way Rhodey does. To be fair, nobody cuddles Tony like Rhodey does but that shouldn’t stop his friends from trying. “Now, tell me about that almost-porno-photo shooting I keep hearing so much about.”

Tony squeaks in mortification.

Clint leaves them at the end of that week, and this time Tony does cry. He’d deny it but the bastard took pictures. Actually, who are we kidding, he still denies it.

Paradoxically, with the house becoming more and more empty, Tony ends up spending more and more time with Bucky. It felt crowded and overwhelming in the beginning, but now the silence is bothering him. He’s already dreading going back to his tiny little flat or worse, his parents’ mansion.

By now Tony’s crush on Bucky is common knowledge, basically. Pepper keeps making not at all subtle comments, the rest of the filming crew constantly hang around in hopes of catching the first kiss, there are jokes and knowing smirks–and Tony is getting sick of it all.

He gets it, alright? Bucky has shown no interest in him–isn’t even allowed to have interest in him–and really the man can’t be that obvious. Clearly is kindly sparing Tony the embarrassment of being rejected in front of an audience. Tony appreciates that. And he’s trying hard not to make things awkward, but he can’t help his feelings, so if everyone else could just cut it out, he’d really appreciate it.

In the end, Tony makes it into the top five. He’s got talent, Natasha and Fury of all people assure him off that, but he’s also had a bad week and his picture just wasn’t as good as those of the other participants. So, Tony packs his bags, says goodbye to everyone, resists the urge to kiss Bucky just for the fuck of it, and flies back home. He doesn’t cry. He’s too numb.

Not until he’s in the privacy of his own home at least, where the stress, the excitement, the weight of those last few incredible weeks finally catches up with him. It seems like such a waste suddenly, such an embarrassment, and god, he’s a failure, he’s never going to leave his apartment ever again.

He does. Rhodey makes sure of it. Makes sure to remind him that this is not in fact the end of the world because Rhodey is sadly a very rational person who’s far too used to Tony’s dramatics.

“You’re not gonna give up on something you want, Tony,” Rhodey tells him one night. “It’s not your style.”

He turns out to be right.

Tony doesn’t want to work for SI, not right now at least. Because he genuinely liked modelling, and he doesn’t- he wants to give this a shot. He’s young, he’s got lots of time to argue with boring, old board members later. He starts looking for shootings instead, takes a job here and there. Looks up a couple of offers he gets because of his surprising popularity on the show too. (He honestly didn’t expect so many people to follow him on Instagram, what the hell?)

By the time the live finals roll around, Tony is excited again. Excited to see the other models one last time, excited to walk on that stage one last time, just excited. There are a lot of hugs and tears at their reunion, lots of things to catch up on.

When Tony walks down the catwalk on the night of the finals, with all the other models who’ve been part of the show, he wears a beautiful, glittering, evening gown, murderously high heels and the worlds most brilliant smile–because Tony Stark never does things half-way. (Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to give Howard an aneurysm.)

He asks Bucky out that night. Bucky gapes at him, blurts out, “Don’t you already have a boyfriend? That Rhodey guy?”, causes everyone in their vincity to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

“Seriously?” Pepper glares–and wow, that’s a terrifying sight. “I’ve watched the two of you pining after each other for three months, if you don’t kiss and make up right now I’m gonna stab you with my heels!”

And that is the story of how Clint got to twitter a picture of Tony’s and Bucky’s first kiss, hashtagged #IdbeheartbrokenifIdidntshipit #Sorryclonyfans. 

I’ve seen several people discuss how they felt Eurus was inconsistent as a character and the show fails to truly explain what she is up to in TLD. Here I will give a break down of Eurus, her motives in TLD and TFP, as well as how she fits within the larger theme of the show. For this meta, I am going entirely by the show and what we are told in it. I am not including what the writers have said in commentary or in interviews; instead I am trying to reason her character by what is shown to us in the aired episodes, with the assumption that we–as the audience– are to believe that she existed this entire time and therefore had a hand in what has happened not just in s4, but throughout the show. 

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Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny

(A/N: All I can say is I’m sorry for being such a crappy blogger. I hope you enjoy this. I’m really sorry) 

Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny

“See you both in 30,” Danny said before jogging out the squad-room.

“Seeya,” You called after him as you sat at your desk.

You watched him until he turned the corner and was out of site and then you turned back to look at Sonny, who was sitting at the desk in front of yours, facing you. You caught the final seconds of him lowering his head. He had been watching you but obviously, he didn’t want you to know that. You sighed as you watched him for a few seconds, pretending to be busy.

“Are you mad?” You asked.

“Nope,” Sonny said quickly, not looking up at you.

“You totally are,” You contradicted, “Sonny!”

“I’m not mad,” He said once again but took a breath as he was about to say something else.

“Don’t say it,” You warned, recognizing his tone almost immediately.

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rigormortisbutt  asked:

OK SO I really need a fic told from the point of view of one of Will's students, and they're just really annoyed that their classes keep getting cancelled and rearranged and they signed up for this class because Will is a genuinely good teacher but they're getting almost zero time with him what the hell.

I will file this away in the idea bin, but for now, how about I offer you a little something from the “abandoned fic ideas” pile?  Way back when a bunch of folks were doing the Tale of Two Murder Husbands collaborative thing, I was going to do a ficlet from the perspective of Will’s former TA.  I got started on it late because I was originally going to do a different character and then let someone else have that character, so in the end I couldn’t pull my fic together in time, and I ended up not finishing/posting it.  

But I still have the draft of what I got done!  And it does touch on Will, The Very Good Yet Never Around FBI Teacher.  So it might at least help scratch your itch.

Draft half-fic below the cut, in the form of a transcript from an interview with Will’s former TA.

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anonymous asked:

Would you do a blurb/scenario? Writer Y/N meets Harry at a party and she works with press for some rock band he likes and he is sooo impressed by how smart and fierce she is. So they end up going back to the same hotel and *insert smut*

This ones long AF, and as such I decided to turn it into an actual oneshot. I’m quite proud of how it turned out.  Enjoy. ;)

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‘Giorgio by Moroder’ is a story told twice. [Analysis]

Today is Giorgio Moroder’s birthday. He was born on the 26th of April, 1940.

“… When I was fifteen, sixteen, when I really started to play the guitar, I definitely wanted to become a musician. It was almost impossible because the dream was so big; I didn’t see any chance because I was living in a little town, was studying…”

He grew up in Urtijëi/St. Ulrich, South Tyrol. In art, music and literature, the phrase ‘living in a little town’ tends to mean ‘living away from opportunities’ or ’being unable to make it big’. This was definitely the case for a while; but for him, it’s true in a literal sense, too. Urtijëi is a genuinely small town with less than five thousand inhabitants.

“And when I finally broke away from school and became a musician, I thought: ‘Well, now I may have a little bit of a chance.’ Because all I really wanted to do is music, and not only play music, but compose music.”

I’m writing this in 2015; he is seventy-five years old today. Thirty years ago was when he released his last album. He’s releasing another in a couple of months, and in the meantime has had countless collaborations, productions and only several different eras of disco/electronic music to be thankful for under his belt. He’s been a very busy man, to say the least.

“At that time, in Germany, in ‘69-'70, they had already discothèques. So I would take my car, would go to a discothèque and sing… maybe, thirty minutes. I think I had about seven, eight songs. I would partially sleep in the car… because I didn’t want to drive home, and that helped me for about almost two years to survive in the beginning.”

This post isn’t so much a lesson on Giorgio Moroder, what his life was like, how his music was crafted, or even about Daft Punk in particular. It’s rather a collection of my thoughts as I listen and reflect: this song was chosen because it’s about Giorgio, it celebrates him in ways that beyond simply including him in a collaboration - he’s had a lot of that already. But ‘Giorgio by Moroder’ is more than that. He tells his own tale; DP retells it in a completely different dimension, and throughout the rest of Random Access Memories keeps on paying homage to it. Giorgio’s presence was melded into this song and that album - he’s everywhere but nowhere, unless one listens carefully.

I like that. Very meta. I guess I’ve heard people saying this song is boring too many times - one notable comment that I remember is that the second half is like ‘Kraftwerk with an old man rambling over Travis Barker on the drums’ - and that isn’t the case for me at all! I might as well explain my feelings and the rationale for why I think that (though I must state that I bring nothing new to the table), and I might as well do it today.

“I wanted to do an album with the sound of the '50s, the sound of the '60s, of the '70s and then have a sound of the future. And I said, ‘Wait a second…I know the synthesizer - why don’t I use the synthesizer, which is the sound of the future?’”

It’s a very playful song, for one. There are many callbacks to Giorgio’s own pieces and techniques - I would say that ‘Chase’ is a major influence in ‘Giorgio by Moroder’, and DP definitely are aware of (and have covered!) that song in live performances. Donna Summer’s ‘I Need Love’ is probably another re: the use of synth. There are some motifs that are started in his narration and carried on throughout the album, like this:

“And I didn’t have any idea what to do, but I knew I needed a click, so we put a click, on the twenty-four track…”

*click, click, click, click, click-* [1:36 mins]

The moment when the metronome clicks were brought in, and when it transitioned out of them, was when I was sold on Random Access Memories proper. It isn’t just a small wink-and-nod to what he said. Much later this exact click rhythm, sped up a little, forms the backbone of ‘Doin’ It Right’. 

“… which then was synched to the Moog Modular. I knew that could be a sound of the future - but I didn’t realise how much the impact would be.”

And neither did I realize, at first listen, how beautifully this would be demonstrated in one perfectly condensed nine-minute package.

“… My name is Giovanni Giorgio, but everybody calls me - Giorgio.”

The era of EDM began.

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Vernon - Bowling night with a touch of love

Request: can i request a scenario where vernon x s.o have a love-hate relationship and one day their group of friends (17) has to do something idk so they left them alone and that leads to them confessing and making out?
Note: I guess you don’t mean S.O. then because they’re not together yet lmao my smartass again ENJOY BECAUSE I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING IT
((I didn’t proofread it yet sorry))

You hated his confidence and how he was so loved by everyone. You were friends with Seventeen and you were very close with some of them but you and Vernon always seemed to get into arguments over the most stupid stuff. When you wanted to see a movie, he would rather eat his shoe than go to that movie.

You just didn’t seem to understand him, you hated the side when he talked to you and also the side of him on stage. He could just act so cocky like he was the best rapper on stage. But then again you knew he also had an adorable side. As a close friend of Seventeen you of course watched all their interviews and you had to admit he did have a nice side. Or stories  the others told about him.

It just seemed he really disliked you, with the occasional exception. Like when you’d forgotten your wallet and he payed for your ice cream. Or when he was in a good mood he joked with you about the others. He even got you a birthday present. You cherished those moments because it was nice to know he didn’t totally hate you.

You were chilling in a sofa in their practice room because they’d promised to go to a bowling alley with you. The song ended but you knew they’d do it just one more time because Vernon jumped too early. So of course to annoy him you said “Yah Hansol-ah looks like you really don’t wanna go!” 

“Don’t call me Hansol-ah Y/n, let’s just do it again.” he snarled. it seemed he was definitely not in a good mood. But I mean it was worth a try. You saw them do the song again but this time he made a mistake at another time. You decided to be quiet now because you saw that the rest was getting a little annoyed as well. “I’m sorry I’ll get it this time.” S.Coups as leader answered him. “Also the next times I hope, just relax. You know this. You’ve done it a thousand times before. Again.” And the all too familiar song started playing again.

You started to feel sorry for him, what could be on his mind? Did he really hate going bowling with you that much? Nah that can’t be it. This time he finally got it right, thank god. It’s not like you could ever get tired of watching them dance but you really wanted to go bowl. And maybe you were glad Vernon finally got it right so he wouldn’t feel bad about himself. Maybe.

So finally after this you could go bowling. While you were all walking to the place, because I mean how else would you get there with a group of 14 people? So while you were walking it happened you were walking next to Vernon at the end of the ‘herd’ of Seventeen members. You noticed he still seemed annoyed. You knew the feeling so teasing him would make it even worse. “You’re not still annoyed about your mistake right? I mean everyone has those days. You’ll do just fine when you have a stage.”

He looked almost surprised by your kindness. “I don’t need your pity Y/n… but thanks. I guess there’s just been a lot on my mind lately.” You sensed the tension between you two, but for some reason it excited you. “Sorry I just don’t like the annoyed Hansol.” He laughed a little. “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Hansol? It’s weird when you do it.” He said, the last sentence a little quieter. “I’m sorry MC Vernon it is then.” you joked. “Damn right. I like that one… MC Vernon.” 

“Can I ask you though, what’s been bothering you?” You asked trying to keep the conversation going. “Ah well… let’s say I’m not good with words and stress so I fuck up with certain people pretty often.” “Hmm.” You were wondering if this was about you or maybe someone else but decided not to question it because the subject seemed to make it awkward. It certainly didn’t help that you accidentally bumped your hand against his like 2 times. “You want my mittens? your hands are kinda cold.” 

WELL THIS IS AWKWARD was what went through your mind “Yeah actually it’s hella cold.” he laughed at how easily you accepted them. “Normal people first say like ‘Nonooo it’s not that cold and don’t you need them?’,” he said in a ridiculous voice. “And then the other has to insist on it for you to accept them.” You looked at him while taking his mittens “Well yeah my hands are really cold, do you expect me to suffer? I’m sorry it didn’t go as in your planned conversation” you teased. “Always ruining my fantasies Y/n”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “You fantasise about me, Vernon?” “He sure does especially at night huhehe” Jun interrupted. He slowed down so he got in the middle of you two and put his arms around you two. “My two illegitimate kids finally getting along!” He said while squeezing you closer. 

“I do NOT.” he persisted, getting out of his death grip in the process. “Hmmmm sure I’ll leave the lovebirds alone.” he winked to Vernon after leaving. “Jun… He really does live to embarrass others doesn’t he?” Luckily the awkwardness quickly stopped as you arrived at the bowling alley.

You’d reserved a few lanes because being all in one lane would take way too long. The rest had been there for a while because apparently you, Vernon, Jun and Joshua had been stepping very slowly. So everyone already had their shoes. Joshua and Jun quickly got theirs while you went ask to get the lanes activated. For some reason Vernon had followed you so you suggested to get your shoes changed. 

It was a small room filled with those shiny bowling shoes which you entered. You quickly recognised everyone’s shoes. “Urg I guess coming with a big group on a busy night  has its disadvantages… I can’t find my size.” Vernon complained. You sat down on the small sofa in the room. “Then just get a bigger size, bigger is always better.” 

“Ah here are your mittens back by the way, thanks.” you shyly said. “No problem… You know Y/n when I was talking about ‘certain people’ that I fuck up with a lot. I mostly meant you.” 

“No shit.” “Ah sorry about all the times I got so annoyed or annoyed you on purpose. It’s just I kind of get nervous around you.” Now he definitely got your attention. 

“You know I always liked the days were you were nice to me, like today walking here.” he looked you in the eyes and put his hand on yours. “I… I’ve… arg this is so hard!” Y/n I like you and if I fuck up whatever we had as friendship- I’m sorry can we just act like this never happened?” He was visibly frustrated. “Vernon listen to me. I like you, especially if you keep acting as nice as before or like, at the ice cream shop. Remember?”

“Heh I actually took your wallet and put it on the counter so I could pay for you.” You laughed and hit his shoulder. “You did not! Omg you’re so cheesy! But that’s so cute to be honest.” 

“So… it’s mutual? Our feeling I mean, would you mind if I… kiss you?” you took his question as an invitation and made the first move. The kissing quickly changed into making out. He pulled you on his lap which surprised you, he noticed and smirked.

“If you’re gonna let us keep waiting we’ll start withou- NEVERMIND Dino walked in but quickly got out again. You immediately got off his lap and your heart was beating even harder than before. You’d been caught… In the distance you heard “We asked you to get them Chan where are they?” “Uhm… busy…?” Dino murmered. “What? With what where they busy?” “Well… each other.” “WHAT?” “TOLD YOU GUYS” The last one had to be Jun.

You guys had quickly put on some shoes and rushed out of there to stop Dino from spilling the beans but both of you were too late. Both with noticeable blush on your cheeks 

The teasing that night was at a maximum but at least you could sit on his lap while waiting for your turn…

 “Call me Hansol again from now on, it’s even weirder when you say Vernon.” he said while leaning his head on your shoulder.

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Rap Daddy (Part 4)

Episode 4: Rap Doll

As the cameras began filming it could be seen that the two person couch was back. “Hello” Namjoon greeted before sitting down on the couch taking off his hat to readjust his hair before slipping the hat back on

“Thank you for joining us as our fourth and final Rap Daddy. Kim Namjoon, stage name Rap Monster. Working your way from the underground rap scene to leader of an idol group. Working with many other artist in the industry and furthering your involvement in music.”

Various clips of Namjoon on stage were played. His many accomplishments on display for everyone to see. “Before agreeing to be on this show you had announced that you were thinking of taking a hiatus but someone changed your mind.”

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anonymous asked:

andreil coffee shop au?? maybe neil is a barista at starbucks and andrew is a huge fan of the birthday cake frappacino??

first; im so sorry this took so long. exams.

second; i started writing it from the middle to end in full-fledged fic format (quite long too acc) but i have the beginning to write and its in hc format because fic format will take too long?? sorry, i hope you like it babe! (it’s v long yikes)

in this au, aaron doesnt play exy. he is a doctor and lives in nyc with katelyn. 

  • so we all know andrew minyard packs the weight of the northern hemisphere inside of him in sugar 
  • he likes going to coffeeshops in south carolina and all but recently a starbucks just opened on campus 
  • so andrew’s like ‘yeah why not let’s try it’
  • so he’s just entered the shop and hes looking at the menus and stuff and a certain neil josten (cute new barista boy with dusty hair and delicate hands and artistic cheekbones) smiles 
  • and andrew’s like lmao i might as well play pro exy just to earn enough money to buy this branch so i can be manager and stare at this smol (yet physically tol) boy all day
  • but yeah its about coffee okay 
  • so he pushes his thirstiness down and continues ravaging the menus when w h o do you know, neil walks over and him being an excellent reader of people and gr88 at customer service, goes 
  • “hello, were you looking at anything special today?”
    • and andrew’s mind’s like yeah you 
    • if it was anyone else, he’d glare but this boy’s smile is too pretty to scare off so andrew goes “actually, it’s my first time here.”
  • neil: “oh wow, well if you dont find anything, i highly recommend the birthday cake frappuccino. you’d like it, it’s super sweet”
  • and andrew’s face goes a little ?? because how would this stranger know he’d like the sweet 
  • and nei understands and goes “oH I watched your interview.”
    • andrew: ?
    • neil: youre andrew minyard right 
    • andrew: “uh”
    • neil: exy 
    • and for a second, andrew forgot he’s famous in the media bc lbr he doesnt care about exy or fame 
    • and andrew doesnt understand why they put such weird stuff on his interviews like drink preferences but okAy aNYWAYS 
  • he’s like, “uh yeah sure” 
  • so this happens and andrew comes the next day and neil says hi again and goes “the birthday cake?” and his smile is so wide, andrew has to gulp and he can barely manage a “yes” because this boy is like a fairy wtf 
  • eventually, neil and andrew somehow get to have a convo (neil is a nerd™ but andrew’s okay with it. talking to neil about exy is the only time andrew likes exy. but thats okay too because slowly, he realizes he likes neil too.)
  • until one day, they’re sitting on the curb behind the shop during neil’s break when andrew goes: [initiate fic]

“Coach’s forcing everyone to go to some Winter Banquet in Georgia,” Andrew says and he’s playing with the straw in this drink.

“I see.”

Andrew wants to run away because this was a bad idea but if he doesn’t say it now, he never will, so he tries to speak against the rocks in his throat.

“Have you ever been to Atlanta, Josten?”

Neil looks up in surprise, a little struck that Andrew was asking to take him, no matter how deluded the question was. It was still there, hanging in the space between them, biting at Andrew’s nerves every second that Neil didn’t respond. There were about one hundred and forty-two bored comebacks on the tip of Andrew’s tongue if Neil said no, but the reply was just, “No, but I’d like to.”

  • sorry little interruption here: 
    • neil the nerd’s initial thought process was like “woAh am i going to meet all the exy warriors??? is this it?? is this real? is this happening to me??”
    • but he decided that wasnt why he said yes, because exy was cool but andrew was better and lowkey neil’s andrew minyard greatest stan bc best goalie in the league™ but he wont admit to that yet
  • bac k to the story 

Andrew considered that a victory and gave Neil his barely-drank drink to Neil before leaving.

-

Winter banquet, according to Palmetto’s athletes, is on December 3 and its only November 26 when Neil throws yet another cup labelled ‘Andrew’ in the trash, to join the remaining 9. His manager might actually fire him for plastic wastage like that. Andrew had asked him to Winter Banquet and when Neil looked back, Andrew had seemed pretty content with Neil’s answer, but that didn’t line up with the fact that Andrew had not returned for the past week. It’s terrible, Neil thinks, waiting for someone to validate you, and decides perhaps Andrew wasn’t such a great decision after all. The burning in his chest says otherwise.

On the eleventh day, the glass revolving door beckons the entrance of one Andrew Minyard and Neil smiles despite himself. He walks over to the frappuccino-mixer to get the Birthday Cake rolling when he sees Andrew’s companion. Andrew strolls towards a table with a tall girl in a Vixen uniform with soft eyes and Neil knows it’s probably a teammate until she grabs his hand and he lets her. His stomach feels weak with his the hopelessness of his hope. The smile Andrew gives her is wide enough to burn his own away. Andrew doesn’t as much as look at Neil. He also doesn’t order the Birthday Cake Frappuccino because the girl takes care of it. Another cup lands in the trash and Neil thinks getting fired right now would at least give him some time to sleep all of this out.

-

The next time Andrew walks in the door, he has a bandage across his cheek. Neil shouldn’t care, but he does, but at least he doesn’t say anything about it. No cups are thrown because Neil doesn’t care enough to make an unasked drink for an unasked-for boy anymore. He continues to serve other customers and forces himself to not look in Andrew’s direction. When Andrew gets up to order, Neil’s supposed to be on break but for unholy reasons, Dan has pulled Matt out to the back of the building with her and Neil doesn’t want to imagine why. There aren’t a lot of people around but Neil just wants to breathe in the air for moment. The remaining thick air in his lungs evaporates when Andrew makes his way towards him and Neil wishes he had the choice to not serve customers he didn’t like.

“Neil,” Andrew says, and Neil gives him the most cool, levelled gaze he can muster.

“What would you like, today?”

Andrew frowns at that, but presses on, anyway.

“The Birthday Cake. I thought you knew it was my usual.”

“No, didn’t really know anything, actually,” Neil retorts calmly and gets to work. Andrew presses his fingers against Neil’s when he’s handed the drink because he can feel there’s something wrong but words aren’t his forte and he hopes Neil will talk to him. The flinch of Neil’s hand stings a little, but he decides he’ll ask him on break.

-

Matt comes back from the back with mused hair and Neil grimaces but goes out back and pulls a cigarette out of his pocket. He’s sitting on the same curb where Andrew had asked him, lied to him, a week ago when there’s footsteps behind him but he ignores them. His cigarette is pulled out of his fingers and he turns around, annoyed to see Andrew settling beside him on the curb.

“I’d like to know why you’re suddenly avoiding me.”

Neil gives him a brief, bored look.

“I’m not. And that was mine.”

“I would care, but I don’t.” He carelessly flicked the cigarette away, causing another scowl to form on Neil’s face.

“Did you change your mind.” Neil raises his eyebrows in confusion and Andrew looks a little annoyed so he continues, “About going.” He doesn’t say “with me” because articulating the fact that Andrew wants Neil to “go with him” makes it real and senseless and Andrew does not work with flustering statements.

“Why, did the Vixen reject your messed up face?,” he said, motioning towards his face to indicate Andrew’s bandages.

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to look confused and he goes, “What? The bandages? I was smashed by a Raven. And what Vixen? I don’t like their excessive and quite frankly, unnecessary enthusiasm.  The only person looking at my face for a week has been Abby.”

Neil is annoyed and frustrated that Andrew’s making him go around in circles and he came here for a break not to be bothered by a hallucination of a relationship. White lies from Andrew also don’t help so he gets to the point with poison lacing his tone.

“Cut the crap, Andrew. The Vixen; the girl you brought yesterday. Spoiler alert: not ordering by yourself doesn’t make me not see you. Lying to me also doesn’t make you any more admirable.”

The Vixen thing was weird for Andrew but the addition of “girl” puts everything into perspective and despite himself and the knot between Neil’s brows, Andrew laughs, a weird, sour thing, because its open and unguarded and infuriating. Neil grunts in annoyance and finally gets up when Andrew gets ahold of himself and grabs his wrist.

“You saw Aaron, Josten.”

Neil raises his eyebrows in silent question but doesn’t pull.

“Who’s Aaron? I saw you.”

“Aaron’s my twin brother.”

Neil’s eyebrows somehow shoot higher in his dusty hair and he asks, “You have a twin?”

“Yes.”

“And you never told me.”

Andrew gets up but let’s go of Neil’s wrist.

“Well I would, but I got hospitalized for a week so I didn’t have time to clarify concerns while you thought I was making out with my doppelgänger’s girlfriend.“

Neil frowned.

“I thought you were being the ‘arrogant, blonde prince of Exy’ and lying to me.”

“That’s repulsive. Never call me that again.”

“That’s what the media calls you, Minyard.”

Andrew smirked, “‘Andrew’ should suffice. You might get confused with the ‘Minyard’ thing again at Winter Banquet and make out with the wrong twin.”

Neil’s stomach churned with satisfying adrenaline and he entwined his fingers with Andrew’s before replying with, “Nah, if you had a twin, I’d still choose you.”

“You’re disgusting,” Andrew replied with the mockery of spite. A beat. Then, “And so is this god awful drink,  drink it for me.” Neil frowned but took the drink for him regardless.

“But you’ve been ordering it for over a month now.”

“Yeah, because you’d recommend it so viciously every day. I like artistically sweet things, not truck loads of liquid sugar. I also hate birthdays.” Andrew didn’t look bothered at this inconvenience though, so Neil was astounded, and amused and touched all the same.

“You’re disgusting,” he replied in mockery.

“And yet, you’d still choose me,” was Andrew’s response.

Realising

Request:

Just read your recent one it was really good can you do one where the reader gets jealous of Camalia so she kisses Shawn when ever Camalia is around thank you.

Words: 2043

Sorry A/N i kind of went of topic and i know it isn’t the greatest but i hope you still like it..


Walking through Shawn’s apartment, I knew Camila was here but I lost them when I was making some lunch and they disappeared to who knows where. I’ve met Camila before and I do really like her she is a lovely girl and is someone my age. Lately, Shawn and Camila have been hanging out more then I am realising.  

Over the past few weeks, I have been feeling like I could be sick whenever Shawn is not around. I brushed it off at first thinking I could have been coming down with a bug but I never did. So then I was thinking maybe I’m getting to attached and I have never been that kind of person so I started distancing myself, not coming over as much or replying to some of his texts. I guess that is probably when they started becoming so close. 

Shawn’s normally quick to figure out when something is wrong, which is probably making me more irked then I should. From there, I started googling my symptoms thinking that for sure I just have some weird long virus. After finding nothing apart from diseases I could get in the jungle, I started looking into some relationship advice and problems.

Turns out, I’m jealous. Me. Jealous. I have never been jealous.  Never. When I first read this, I didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t have been true, why would I be jealous when I knew that Shawn wouldn’t do that. Then a few days passed and I hadn’t heard from Shawn and the thoughts of jealousy and that weird feeling in my stomach started to come back.

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How it all began - Flashed Flashback

Pairing: Grant Gustin x reader
Anonym requested: Could you do another part to the flash series maybe earlier on in there relationship were grant is interviewed and he is asked about her
Characters: Grant Gustin, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Emily Bett Rickards
Words: 1603
Warnings: none

In this order: Part 1  / Part 2 / Part 3 / Flashbacks / How it all began

Soooo… this is shorter than what I usually write and I really don’t know why?! I usually can’t stop writing, but even though I loved this request, I couldn’t continue without making it sound forced and weird… So yeah, I hope you like this!! :) 


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Aiden - Barry Allen Imagine

Rating: PG

Warning: mentions of drunk old man who’s annoying and a perv, you do work in a bar in this one

Summary: It’s a regular day for Team Flash. Then, a boy claims he’s from the future and Barry’s son. It will be a memorable day for Barry Allen.

Word Count: 1893


It was a normal day for Team Flash. They just captured another meta-human, and they were all tired. No one even wanted to leave STAR Labs. They all just sat there, trying to find out what they wanted to do next.

Well, their next mission came to them.

A flash of blinding light engulfed the entire room. A glimmering, silver machine appeared in the middle of the cortex. Barry and Joe stood in front of everyone else, ready to strike whatever this was.

A screen materialized on the foreign object and a young teenager in a flannel, jeans, and a bike helmet emerged from it. The boy waved the smoke away and coughed. “Aw shoot. It failed again.” The boy jumped from his machine and examined it. “Well, this won’t do. Everything’s fried. Dad! Mom! You ok up there?” He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair. “Can you call Uncle Cisco for me? I may need another part!” he yelled.

Cisco stepped forward. “Uncle?”

The boy whipped his head around. His eyes widened at the sight of Cisco. He stepped backwards, almost slipping. He caught himself and smiled. “Oh my gosh! It worked!” He laughed and jumped around, dancing a very similar victory dance the Barry Allen himself did. The boy stumbled forward and waved awkwardly. “Hi, the name’s Aiden. I am fifteen years old, from the year 2033.” He inhaled through his teeth. “Ok. To prove it, I know every single one of you, even thought you all look way younger than I ever thought you could. You are Cisco, Joe, Caitlin, Iris, Eddie, and Barry.” He smiled. “I still can’t believe it worked!” He smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Who are you?” Joe asked.

“Right, well, I, um… Man, I don’t know if I should tell you. Well, I already ruined it anyway. Um, I’m Aiden Allen.” He smiled at Barry. “I’m your son.”

Barry’s eyes widened. He stared at the floor and scratched the back of his neck, much like his son was doing at the exact same moment. Barry cleared his throat. “You’re my son?”

Aiden nodded. “What? Thought you were going to be single for your entire life?” The boy laughed and observed his father. “Man, Mom was right. I am a lot like you.”

Barry stuttered some incoherent words before settling on asking, “Mom?”

Auden nodded. “Yeah. Speaking of which, where is she? I really want to see her!”

Barry coughed. “Um, well, I don’t- Mom?”

Aiden gasped. “Oh! You don’t know her! Oh, it must be 2014 or 2015. Ok, you know what, um, let’s make a deal. I need help fixing the machine. If we can get it up and running, I’ll show you Mom.”

Everyone looked at each other. Iris insisted, “Let’s do it.”

“We don’t even know if he really is, well, Barry’s son,” Eddie argued.

Joe stared at Aiden, who wads currently shuffling his feet and looking around the lab in awe. “He does act a lot like him.”

“He called me his uncle.” Cisco smiled “I think we should do it.”

“I think Barry should make the call,” Caitlin suggested. “Barry?”

Barry shrugged with a smile. “I don’t know. I mean,” he stared at his son, “he does look like me.”

Aiden was examining his machine. He called put, not even taking his eyes off the machine. “Hey, is Gideon still active?”

Barry nodded. “Yeah, she’s still here. I could show you-”

The boy shook his head. “Nah, I know where she is. Be back in a flash.” The kid was gone.

“Guys-”

Suddenly, Aiden was back with some weird machinery, a rush of wind following him.

Everyone gasped. “You’re fast, too?” Joe stammered.

Aiden smiled. “I’m an Allen. Of course I’m fast.”

Barry leaned against the wall. he couldn’t believe it. He has a son, and a wife apparently.

Cisco crouched down and peeked at the work Aiden was doing. “Wow, amazing tech. Where’d you get these parts?”

“Well, most of them I got from you, actually. These,” he gestured to the parts he just got, “came from Gideon. Don’t worry, though. I was able to quickly invent more parts as great substitutes.”

“You got into Gideon’s Operating System?”

“Yeah. I do at home all the time.”

Cisco faced his friends and pointed at the boy, mouthing, “He’s a genius.”

Barry laughed. This was going to be a weird day for him. The entire rest of the day was mostly fixing the time machine. For Barry and his son, it was more of an interview.

“So, your mother? Do I know her?”

“Of course you do. You married her.”

“I mean, now. Like, do I know her right now?”

“Nice try, Dad, but you’re not going to get the answer that easy.”

“Do you have siblings? Aunts? Uncles?”

“A few, and the people in this room , I consider them family.”

“A few? Wait, how many? Sisters? Brothers?”

“You’re not gonna get so many answers from me. Plus, Kris told me not to tell you anything.”

“Who’s Kris?”

“Um… Someone. Oh, look, I need parts. Dad, do you think you could get me some bolts that are exactly like these? Thanks, see ya!”

“Wait a minute! I’m not done!”

“You’re not my dad yet!”

Barry sighed. Who was his future wife? He thought it’d be Iris or maybe Linda. However, his son Aiden said it must be 2015 or 2014, because he hasn’t met her yet. What was she like?

Soon, the machine was fixed. Aiden wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I think that does it!” He smiled and pumped his fists. “That was awesome! I got the entire family to help me out so that I could show Dad Mom.” He sighed. “This is way better than tv.” He turned around and faced Team Flash. “Ok, do you guys know the closest local bar?”

Ten minutes later, Aiden was leading everyone through the streets. His face lit up when he saw the famous sign his mother told him about. “This is it. Now, I can’t tell you who it is exactly.”

“Why not?” Barry implored. “You said-”

“I know, but it’s supposed to happen a certain way. You know? But, trust me. You’ll know her when you meet her.”

Barry sighed. “Ok, fine. Hos does this, this um, memory, go?”

“You said you were having some fun with your friends here, when it happened. Just, have some fun! Plus, this is my first time in a bar. It is going to be epic.”

Team Flash entered the bar. Iris was the first to let loose, dancing and taking a shot or two. Everyone soon followed. Even Barry joined in on the fun. He didn’t drink, though. He never would feel the buzz anyway. He sat down, wanting to rest. They spent three hours dancing and eating. Barry looked around. He almost forgot what he was here for.

“Please, I don’t-”

“Come on, just a little kiss.”

Barry turned around. A young bartender was trying to pull herself away from some drunkard. The woman was model material. The man was old and very drunk. Before Barry could even walk over there, another bartender interrupted the conversation.

You were just wiping the counter, listening to music, when your friend, Nicole, got hit on by someone drunk. You tensed up. Things like that happened way too often to your liking. You sighed. You quickly fixed up an inexpensive drink, adding a few more shots of alcohol, and placed it on a tray. You  pushed a button on your phone, calling someone you relied on. “Hey, Bennie?”

“(Y/n)! What can I do for you?”

“I have a drunkard here. Can I send him your way?”

“Yeah.”

“He’ll be there in two minutes. Hang on, I’ll get you his address or something.” You smiled and sauntered over to the two of them. You slipped in between Nicole and the old man. “Hello, sir.”

“Get out of my way.”

“I will, but this young woman outside saw you and bought you this drink.”

“Really?”

“She already called a cab for the two of you. She’ll be waiting right outside.” You smiled, taking his wallet from his back pocket. “Bennie, he lives in an apartment building, the one near the bowling alley. Can you take him there?”

“Only cause you ask me to. You will pay me, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Just get him away from here.” You hung up and led the man away from Nicole. She mouthed a thanks and went back to work. You led the man outside and shoved him in Bennie’s cab. Bennie assured you he would be ok before driving off. You sighed before going back to your job. As you were cleaning the counter, a young man, very cute, greeted you with a soft, “Hey.”

You smiled softly. “Hello? Can I help you with anything?”

Aiden saw the two of you and beamed. He always heard of the story, but now he was going to actually witness it. Your son got everyone to watch. Iris was squealing, holding on to her boyfriend. Cisco was nodding with pride, along with Joe. Caitlin wasn’t sure what to do, but in the end, she settled on watching. Aiden watched from afar, admiring the sight of his mother and father.

Barry pointed to the door and bit his lip. “I saw what you did. That was incredible.”

“That? That’s nothing. You know, things happen.” You smiled.

Nicole interrupted the two of you, asking, “(Y/n), I don’t exactly know how to register the coupon that couple has.” She noticed Barry and smiled. “Why hello.”

Barry waved, pursing his lips.

You sighed. It always happened like that. Nicole got all the guys. Whenever you were interested in one guy, that one guy always would see Nicole and forget you. You were used to it. You fixed the problem at the cash register and turned around. You gasped. Barry was there alone. Nicole was at the other side of the retaurant. Barry wasn’t even staring at her. You walked over and asked, “Now, what can I get you…?”

“Barry. Barry Allen.” He held out his hand.

You shook it. “(Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

Barry smiled. “So, I was wondering, um, maybe, I could, well, you could go on a date with me?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

You smiled, biting your lip. Time passed way faster than you thought.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. First time doing this, you know?”

You raised your eybrow.

“I mean, at a bar without, yeah. Um… I’m going to-”

“Wait.” Your hand fell on his. You blushed. Barry blushed, too. You stammered, “I-I was, um, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I would like to go on a date with you.”

Barry smiled. “Great! Um, Jitters? Tomorrow at twelve?”

“Most definitely.”

Aiden sighed. That was only the beginning of the story of his parents. Barry and (Y/n) Allen, he knew, would go through a lot together. Barry would lie, trying to prevent her from knowing his superhero life. You would break up with him. You would find out. Barry would train you in self defense. There was so much more to the story, and Aiden couldn’t wait to go back home tell the story himself.


Heyo my lovely followers! Here’s another imagine for you! I hope you guys don’t hate it. 

Have a lovely day, everyone! :)

EDIT: Part 2 is up and running! You can check it out right here!

Midnight Whisperings ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

A/N: *Soft gasp* I wrote something again? Is this real life? Thankfully yes and yes lol! This one-shot is a bit different than my others however, because its origins are more on the depressing side of things.

Jennifer has been crushing me lately, with interviews such as [x] and [x]. And wanting nothing more than for her to be comforted and happy, I decided to write just that. I hope you all enjoy it, especially since I’m on the rusty side of things lol!

And without further adooooo…

Midnight Whisperings

The thoughts consume me. They rob me of sleep. They have me awake at who knows how early, and manifest as tears pricking my eyes.

I know I shouldn’t worry. I’ve been told countless times not to. But I do.

God I do.

It’s one of those nights, one of those terrible off nights, where the weight of my career threatens to crush me. Where I feel so helpless and alone. Where I feel like almost nothing can hoist me away from the ever-creeping fears.

…Almost nothing.

Because in the swallowing darkness, there’s a warmth, a reassurance. There’s someone who is always there for me no matter what happens. There’s someone who can help me overcome the largest obstacles. There’s someone who loves me unconditionally when it seems like no one else will.

And so I reach out to him.

My best friend, my lifeline, my rock, my love.

“Josh?”

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Secret Powers

The powers come slowly.

Jazz only notices after a while. She’s stronger than she used to be. Faster. Her high scores at the Fenton Virtual Training Helmet have increased, but that’s only the start.
She discovers she can hear things a month after the incident. Hums. Electrical cords, devices, but also, signals. Bits of binary transmitted over the air, from cell phones and computers.
What’s more, somehow, if she concentrates, they unfold themselves into meaningful words.

It’s embarassing, to listen. It feels like an invasion of privacy. But somehow, she can’t turn away. It soon becomes natural, like you’d use your eyes.
She stands in crowds. She goes up to the rooftop to listen to shortwave radio signals without needing a receiver.

It’s only when she stays up one night— all night— and doesn’t feel tired the next morning that she realizes she doesn’t need sleep like she used to.

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veteratorianvillainy  asked:

If you're still taking them, can I say that 'trapped in a bank during a robbery au' would be absolutely fantastic with sterek?

It’s just a regular Tuesday morning for Derek. He posts some letters, picks up a bolt for the bathroom door, and pops into the bank. He’s busy planning dinner in his head when there’s a loud pop, followed by several more, and three men in ski masks jump up onto the tables between the queue Derek’s in.

“Good morning everybody, this is a robbery! Now if nobody loses their head, nobody will lose their head. Simon says everybody lay down on the floor, right away, right away.”

Derek feels his mouth fall open in shock. People are shouting and starting to cry as they fall to their knees. A woman in front of him begins screaming, and the man in the mask that had been talking jogs over, “No, no, ma’am, try to stay calm, you’ll have a story to tell your friends at the end of this. People’ll invite you to dinner for weeks to hear about it.”

"Please—”

“Just get down on the floor, ma’am, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Despite the mild panic creeping up his spine, Derek snorts, and the guy hears it. 

Oh, fuck, he shouldn’t have done that. 

“Sir!” He moves to stand in front of Derek, claps a hand on his shoulder and Derek flinches. “Hey, number two, we got ourselves a standing volunteer!” Another man with a mask comes bounding, bounding, over, and half waves his machine gun in the first guy’s face. 

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh, he’s not impressed with our behaviour at all.”

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