i did this with my senior pictures i kept making faces

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

  • ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
  • high school
  • set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

Originally posted by woojinnies

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”


“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.


“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”


You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.


You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)


3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor



what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home


you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive


no that’s ridiculous

of course you are


you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:


you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends


woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.


“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”




“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”


“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”


“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

I Choose You

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,010
Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst
Request: Anonymous. Can you write a fluffy!Dean/reader fic, where she is upset bc her friend is a dick (you can decide why), and Dean comforts her and it’s just like 90% fluff? Please? Thank you, even if you don’t do it, because your fics are great :)
A/N: I hope this is okay, anon<33

Dean was lounging on his couch watching tv in his sweats when his phone went off. Glancing over, he saw your picture and smiled. He reached over and grabbed it, muting the tv, not caring what was happening.

Clenching his jaw, he got up, jogging up the stairs to his room to grab his wallet. He’d order some pizza to be delivered for dinner, knowing that would help cheer you up a bit. As he grabbed it off his nightstand, he smiled at the picture of the two of you at senior prom the year before. You did school online, not wanting to leave Dean. He didn’t want to go to college, so he went right to work.

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Mission Bad Boy - 2

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: I do not think nerds are ugly, I definitely do not think Kim Namjoon is ugly. Literally everything is taken by Korea’s strict-ass beauty standards.

I feel like I need to put that warning overtime I write this story ^. No one has shouted at me for this yet (bless), but I don’t want people to think I’m shallow. ;-; I’ve been in Namjoon’s position, I know how horrible it is. 4k Words

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Originally posted by dearvmon

[King Hoseok: How is the bet going??]

[I’m friends with him now. I just need to get to know him.]

As the days went by, the temperature just kept dropping – it was only the beginning of autumn and you were sure it was cold enough to start snowing. The crisp air constantly hit your lip, causing you to wet it, even though you had lip balm stored in your bag.

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let’s kick it.

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Anon said: Hii can i request a yuta scenario where he is just cocky af and a fuckboy but ends up being really sweet and you fall for him pls (:🌸

Yes, perfect. 

Pairing: Yuta/Reader

Word Count: 4100+

Summary: The end of the school year is approaching and the only obstacles ahead of you are graduation, prom, and Yuta. 

Senior year tends to be a bittersweet experience for most people, including yourself. You didn’t think it would fly by so fast and it’s all coming to an end after this week. With prom and commencement being the only things ahead of you, the feeling of relaxation is becoming a recurrence for you. You observe the surroundings of your associated student body room and think to yourself, “Hey, I’m probably not going to see any of these people for a very long time or never again!”. For you, it makes things a lot easier.

Going off to college with a clean slate and having the ability to showcase your introduction skills to new peers makes you content. Until you’re brought back to reality that one of your colleagues is coming with you for the ride. Yuta Nakamoto. It is unfair to say that you can’t stand the guy because you two have never properly met but…you can’t stand him. Knowing each other’s names is good enough for you. Having the opportunity to choose from 10 colleges that accepted him and the odds of him choosing the same college as you is highly unlikely. But, Lady Luck thought wrong. You catch him in the middle of the room discussing with fellow classmates on final prom preparations. He always tends to get loud and obnoxious over the smallest of things and today is no different.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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Originally posted by nitratediva

Finn Shelby x Reader

Request: You work at the Shelby office as a secretary and all of the brothers ogle at you during meetings in tommys office through the windows and always talk about how hot/pretty you are. One day, John asks you out and you turn him down and when Finn makes fun of him John bets that Finn won’t ask you out. Finn nervously asks you out and you accept bc he is super sweet and closer in age. The brothers give john a hard time that finns got more game than him.

“She’s just playing hard to get. She’ll come ‘round sooner or later,”

“Yeah, more like never,” Finn cackled.

“Yeah, keep it in your trousers, John, and let the poor girl work,” Arthur laughed. All of the brothers were in Tommy’s office, just finishing up a meeting.

“I don’t need you harassing the only good secretary I’ve got,” Tommy said without looking up from his paperwork.

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Distractions pt 3

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6  || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11 || Pt. 12 || Pt. 13

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Not really angst or fluff…I don’t really know

Summary: It was weird seeing him again. It was even weird knowing you’d be working with him, but you kinda had a feeling like it was going to be okay.

Word Count: 1721

Warning: like one use of the f-word…does this really require a warning?

Originally posted by bangtoori

“You wanted to see me?” 

“Ah, Yoongi. Yes, please take a seat.” Yoongi gladly accepted Bang PD’s offer and took a seat in front of his desk, “I wanted to talk to you about something. You see, I owe a friend a favor.”

Psh ‘favor’, Yoongi thought, Bang PD must’ve lost another bet again. He really should stop betting while he’s drunk.

“He needs help with something, and I think you’d be able to provide help.”

“What kind of help?”

“Well, you mentioned how wanted to try to produce for other artists. Since promotions are finished, and Bangtan isn’t working on another album yet, I thought I could give you an opportunity to help produce a song for another group.”

“Group? As in another idol group? Who…”

“You know 2S? The group under Music Box Entertainment?” Of course Yoongi knew, “They need help with a title track, and I offered to allow one of my producers to go do some sort of collaboration. So, how about it?”

Yoongi took in what Bang PD had to say. It was true, BTS wasn’t working on new music yet and he did want to try to produce for another artist. But he didn’t know how to feel about seeing…you. He knew this was a good opportunity to expand his credentials and gain more experience, but was it worth opening up a wound from years ago? 

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27| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 10,208

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A/N Because of upcoming exams I’m gonna post the last couple of chapters. (So I have time to focus)

The second floor corridors were dark and ethereal as Jimin and you walked through them. The night had closed in, and though you knew that in the theatre it would be bright and loud, here it was so peacefully hushed.

You leant heavily on Jimin’s strong body, keeping your bad leg from any pressure. “I’m sorry.” You said softly. “You must be sick of having to half carry me everywhere.”

He smiled. “It’s what we ballerino’s are trained to do.”

“Usually the ballerino’s does a little more to help, though.” You pointed out. “I can walk.”

He rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve already done way more than you should on it. Really, I should be handing you off to Doctor Hill, not making you move even more.”

“As soon as Doctor Hill gets at me, I’ll be locked in a dance-proof cell for the rest of my life.”

Jimin grinned, as he helped you down the senior corridor. “You’ll find a way out, just like you did this time.”

“I didn’t want to break the rules.” You said.

He raised an eyebrow. “But you had a decent reason.”

You paused as you reached the door to the Senior Common Room. “What do you mean?”

The two of you went in. None of the lights were on, but the heater in front of the deceased fireplace glowed a warm orange. Jimin helped you over to one of the couches and sat you down, pulling up a coffee table and a cushion to rest your ankle on. You felt so helpless, but warmth spread through your chest. You had always fended for yourself, this was strange, but so nice.

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Ten Years (Part 6)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed!! It’s winding down, I think.

*Jean-Ralphio voice* We’re at the reuuuUUuuuniooooooooon!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.


“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

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*So basically (Y/N) is going to work for Isaac & I’m planning on making this a series so this is part one!)

This takes place in New York, but Isaac & (Y/N) are both from Beacon Hills! They had classes together but never talked to each other. Also (Y/N) has always had a crush on Isaac since freshmen year. But when he left for France the reader forgets about him. If that makes sense because I can sometimes not make sense lol. 

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anonymous asked:

You should do sth of harry with a family friend! Like a friend of his from kindergarden or sth!

Hi, I absolutely love your blog :) I was wondering if you could write a blurb about you graduating from University/College and then your ‘famous’ boyfriend Harry turns up. Maybe him like ‘rewarding’ you for doing well. A little bit sweet and smutty if you could :) xx

Joined these.  It’s a bit long.  But well worth it.  Enjoy.

“Don’t forget your hat.”  I heard my mother yell as I tore out of the car.  I was late.  So late.  Who the hell is late for their college graduation?   Me.  That’s who.

I didn’t start out late.  I woke up early.  I took my shower.  I even did my hair and makeup.  But my dad was insistent on getting pictures and video.  And my sister was in one of her “I’m a senior in high school and everything in the world is stupid” moments.  So by the time we actually left my house, I was late.

I told my friends, Shelby and Anna to go on without me since both looked entirely exasperated that we hadn’t left yet.  Looking back on it now, I should have just left with them.

I made it just in time to take my spot in front of Shelby before we walked out onto the green grass.  Shelby shook her head,

“And she makes it…”

I turned to look at her,

“Help me!”  I whisper/yelled as I tried desperately to get my hat on so it looked decent.

Shelby finally snatched the hat out of my hand and fixed it before placing it on my head,

“There…would you calm down?”

“Calm down?  I can’t calm down.  I’m supposed to make a speech.”

Shelby nodded,

“Yes.  As valedictorian of the class that’s your job.”  She said under her breath as we walked out onto the stage to face our fellow students.

“It sucks.  I should have left out the joke.”

Shelby rolled her eyes,

“Would you stop.  It doesn’t suck.  It’s fine.  As class President, I’m ordering you to make the speech.”

I looked at her, horrified, as we sat in our chairs,

“Can you do that?”

She shook her head,

“Oh my God…”  She said through giggles as she walked to the podium.

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between pages - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: between pages

Word count: 3764


He teased, “You know, you’re really cute when you’re all flustered like this, Killua.”

Blue eyes widened, enraged. “I am not cute, dammit!”

“Mmm, yeah. You are.” He kissed Killua’s scarlet cheek before Killua had the could duck out of the way.

“Oh my god.” Killua tried to hide his face in his hands but Gon caught his wrists and pulled them down. Killua had nowhere to run or hide now, caught between Gon’s body and the table at his back.

Which was bad for Killua, but very, very good for Gon.

This was written for a very talented and amazing person who has always been so supportive of me and my fics <3 I told her that I would write anything she wanted for her birthday today and she requested fluff, preferably in a modern or school setting, and thus this fic was born!

Shout out to @softkillua, the best beta ever!!! Thank you for everything Kaz!


Gon’s head lifted at the sound of knuckles rapping on wood, and his heart leaped at the familiar sight of chaotic silver curls and midnight-blue eyes.

“Yo,” greeted the teen in the doorway with a sharp grin.

Gon’s pulse stuttered. “Killua!” He abandoned his work station, sprinting towards the door so fast he nearly slipped on the school’s tiled floors.

Killua’s eyes widened. “No, Gon, don- OOF!”

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anonymous asked:  Hi there~ Are scenario requests still open? If so, may I request a scenario about Jun from Svt? Let’s say one of his celebrity crushes has a very dark image and sings sad songs so he thinks she (reader) will be intimidating in real life, but once they meet at like an award show or something he realizes that she’s very down to earth and kind. And he asks her out in the end? Thank you in advance!!! <3

genre: pure fluff 

characters: wen junhui of seventeen 

notes: it’s been y e a r s since i’ve written anything OTL so please excuse my horrible attempt at filling this request. anyway, i hope you like this anon!! 

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Freshman 15: Part 1

Reagan and her friend Lila, high school seniors, perused Instagram together while eating in the local mall food court. “Oh my god, look how fat Jenny looks in this picture Alyssa posted of her!” Reagan exclaimed. “No wonder she asked her to untag her,” smirked Lila. Reagan continued scrolling, noticing more girls who had graduated the year before looking more bloated and softer than she remembered them. “There is no way I will let myself go that much in college. Like they say everyone gains the freshman 15 but I have way too much self-control for that, girl.” “Me fuckin’ too. You will never catch me stuffed into a pair of high waisted shorts that fit perfectly 3 months ago with a roll hanging over the top,” Lila scoffed.

Fast forward one year later. Reagan awoke on the first day of her first spring semester, glad she didn’t have class until 10. Lila was across the small dorm room from her, rushing to get ready for her 9am. Reagan was enjoying college so far. She had made some friends in class, got invited to parties, and occasionally hooked up with a boy named Ryan. So far, she had kept her promise to herself that she wouldn’t gain the freshman 15, although she did overindulge a bit over Christmas break and she was feeling a tiny bit softer than she would have preferred. A couple intense workouts should bring her back to where she wanted to be, though.

She watched Lila struggle to button her jeans. “Goddammit! I ate so fucking much while I was home for break. All I did was lay around.” It showed, honestly. Reagan had noticed that Lila had definitely gained some weight during their first semester, though it wasn’t super noticeable because she was good at dressing in a flattering manner. Plus, she didn’t start by getting a beer belly; she was lucky and gained weight mostly in her butt and hips, giving her just a slightly more dramatic hourglass figure, as well as larger breasts. In the month she was home, Reagan had barely seen her, as Reagan worked retail and also had been on vacation with her family. Watching her attempt to close the button on her size 3 jeans, though, it was obvious Lila was getting a bit of a tummy. She jumped, shimmying into the pants a bit, pulling them up to her more narrow natural waist. Her belly jiggled as she did so, but she sucked it in and was able to fasted the jeans. She relaxed, and a small muffin top formed. Lila looked down at it, annoyed. “Fuck my life. I’m gonna be late.” She threw on a loose sweatshirt, grabbed her books, and bolted out the door.

Reagan got out of bed and peeled off her sweatpants, examining her own body in their mirror. The strings on her thong were cutting into her sides a bit, creating faint love handles. She turned to the side. Her belly was bulging a bit, though not anymore than it would be if she was just bloated. “I’ll just make sure I eat really healthy this week,” she thought. She didn’t wanna be like Lila, barely able to fasten her pants. How embarrassing.

If she was being honest, she was actually a little turned on at the idea of Lila getting chubby. Reagan was pretty, with long dark hair, green eyes, and freckles. Lila, however, gave off more of a sexy vibe, with her naturally curvaceous shape and beachy blond hair. Boys always gave Lila attention, and her first semester gain had only accentuated her best assets. Her boobs were bulging out of her 34D bra by the time it was finals week. Reagan looked down at her more modest B-cups, sighed, and put her oversize tee back on, paired with some yoga leggings.

Two months later, the weather was warming up and Reagan and Lila were at their first outdoor party of the year. By only 10pm, Lila had already had 2 beers, a shot of tequila, and was nursing a mixed drink. She was wearing a black bodycon dress that Reagan had bought with her sometime in the summer between high school and college, and it was certainly….bodycon. Her curves were in full display, but so was her growing belly. Reagan could not take her eyes off it. Lila was still, all things considered, pretty small. A random person off the street wouldn’t describe her as chubby, but Reagan estimated she had probably put on maybe twenty pounds since the year started. Her thighs used to barely touch, and they had visible muscle tone, but now they were thick and pressed together in the middle. Her butt had lost its muscle tone as well, but remained round. Reagan hadn’t seen her try to wear jeans since the first day of the semester. She knew Lila had chosen the dress because there was no way her shorts were going to fit her. Her upper arms were doughy and her face had filled out, but it honestly suited her, making her features softer and more delicate-looking. Her belly was really more accurately a pooch of fat below her belly button, accompanied by a set of love handles, accentuated by the thong she had to wear under her tight dress.

Reagan was trying to stick to shots with low-calorie chasers, but if she was being honest with herself, she had not lost the few pounds of holiday weight she’d gained and instead had put on several more. She hadn’t weighed herself, and her clothes still fit, but unlike Lila, her weight all went straight to her midsection. It wasn’t quite a potbelly yet, but she had expanded. She was wearing a baggy shirt because she knew she would get bloated from drinking, and that combined with the excess fat she was rapidly accumulating around her midsection was a recipe for some embarrassing party pictures of her to appear.

“Rea! Let’s dance, girl!” yelled Lila, approaching her with two red cups. “What’s in that?” Reagan asked. “It’s rum and coke.” She handed it to her, but Reagan appeared hesitant. “Relax, girly. I know you’re trying to watch your calories or whatever but live a little. We’re underage and it’s free alcohol. Ya take what ya can get, ya know?” Lila said, grabbing Reagan’s hand and dragging her to the makeshift dancefloor. Regan took a few sips. It was good.

The two girls joined the crowd of drunk twentysomethings, jokingly attempting to twerk to the trap beat the DJ was playing. Lila bent Reagan over and pretended to slap her ass. When she stood back up, she could feel the bottom of Lila’s protruding tummy against the small of her back.

To be continued…

WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 13 Full translation.

Marriage Registration


pages 138-148

6th sector - Kuchiki clan mansion.

On the morning of the day they were to head to the Kinin Noble Assembly, Renji passed through the Kuchiki clan’s huge main gate with a nervous expression. As he advanced on the stone pavement that had been swept clean, he was greeted by an old man with white hair wearing a pair of round spectacles - Seike Nobutsune, an attendant attached to Byakuya.

“Abarai sama, we have been expecting you”

Calmly bowing, he opened the door of the (genkan) entryway, “please come inside”

“Nah, I’ll meet her in front of the entrance……”

“I have been informed to tell you that you are to join Byakuya sama for breakfast”

“With the captain!? U-understood”

Renji became increasingly nervous, moving awkwardly, he followed behind Seike.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 602
summary : based on the song ‘No Vacancy’ by One Republic
note : i might have strayed a tiny little bit from the idea …
* gif by fondu-with-downey

When Kai got off the bed that morning after yet another sleepless night spent counting the hours till sunrise , he had no idea in a few hours his life would change completely. As soon as the first sun rays had shown up through the windows , he got off his bed and turned off the lights. After all this time spent alone in the Prison World he just couldn’t stand the darkness or the silence. Or being alone for that matter. Every now and then he’d go out at night, sharing a couple of hours with strangers but even around all those people at the bar he still felt alone and empty on the inside. Unknowingly his entire life he had been searching for her until one day when he had least expected it he finally found her and she tore down all the walls he had build around himself.

Kai was walking down the street on his way to the Salvatore house to meet with his least favourite Salvatore brother. Damon wasn’t his friend , none of them were but he liked spending time around them better than being alone. He kept trying to win them over but every time things didn’t work out he ended up feeling even more empty on the inside than before. Yet he kept trying , hoping that maybe one day this will change. He put his hands in his pockets and turned down the street listening to his playlist when he heard the screams. Kai stopped right the same second, pulled out his earphones quickly and ran towards the screams. Turning down the alley he saw a vampire feeding on a girl who was trying so hard and fiercely to fight the vampire off her but it wasn’t enough. There was something about the way she wouldn’t let herself get killed that drew him in like a magnet and he ran , pushing the vampire off her.
   "The girl is with me.“ he growled , purple / black veins flashing in his eyes. Kai raised his hand and the vampire started choking while the young heretic was using magic to pull his heart out. “Leave now or you lose your heart.”
After the vampire ran off , Kai turned towards the girl who had dropped to the ground , holding her hand on her neck trying to stop the bleeding. She looked shaken and kept starring straight ahead with eyes filled with tears , flinching a little when he took a step towards her.
   "Hey hey. It okay. I’m not going to hurt you.“ said Kai softly , kneeling down next to her biting his wrist. “This will help heal the wound and then -”
   "What ? You will compel it away ?“ she whispered , wrapping her fingers around his wrist. Kai studied her face. Why wasn’t she completely freaked out about what had just happened ? He sat on the ground before her, taking a better look at the young girl. It appeared that she was around his age , her hair was pulled in a loose pony tail wearing a little baggy ripped in the knees jeans , a grey top and a dark blue/white plaid shirt tied on her waist – and she was beautiful. They had met barely a few moments ago and she had already taken his breath away.
   "Well , you are full of surprises aren’t you - ” he said a little amused. “Anyone else would’ve run away by now. So why haven’t you ?”
   "Let’s just say my friends are not exactly normal.“ she smiled. "Thank you for saving me – um , sorry. I didn’t get your name ?”
   "Oh right. Sorry , manners. I’m Kai. Kai Parker.“ he said outstretching his hand. He expected her to run away since obviously the girl knew vampires and quite possibly Damon , but she never did. Instead Y/N smiled widely at him , shook his hand and for the first time in his life , Kai felt something spark inside his heart. 
   "I’m Y/N.” she said , unable to look away. “So , you are Kai. It’s nice to meet you.”
All her friends , specially Bonnie , had warned her about Kai , filling her head with all the awful things he had done and for a while she had pretended to listen , then she had tuned out. Kai had made mistakes , but Damon had done worse. Stefan had done worse. Most of her friends have – being vampires and all. Judging Kai by the worst mistakes he had done in his life but not judging her friends for theirs would make her a hypocrite. That wasn’t her. Everyone deserved a chance , everyone had light and darkness inside. Her new friend seemed so friendly she couldn’t help but like him instantly and he was beyond hot — and had just saved her life when easily could’ve walked by and let her die. To her Kai didn’t seem as dangerous as they had made him out to be.
   "Ahh so you have heard of me.“ he sighed , looking at the ground. "For a moment there I thought I might … Ahhh never mind. I take it you are friends with Damon ?”
   "No. Stefan. I can’t stand Damon.“
   "Wow. You didn’t run away from me screaming and you don’t like Damon.” he laughed. “I like you already.”
   "For what’s worth - I kind of like you too. I – “ she said noticing her bloody top. "Ahh , I better go home and change.”
Y/N started to get up and almost immediately she stumbled a little. Kai got up quickly holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall. Their eyes met and a spark of electricity floated between them , waking up something inside of him he didn’t even know was there. He had no idea who this girl is , but already knew there was no way he’d ever let anything happen to her.
   "Are you feeling okay ?“ he asked concerned. "You know what, I will take you home. Don’t worry , you don’t have to invite me in or anything. Just want to make sure whoever that was won’t try and finish the job and that you won’t faint somewhere.”
   "I just feel a little light headed that’s all.“ she smiled , unable to take her eyes away from him. Never before in her life she had someone’s eyes sparkle like this.  "Wow..”
   "What ?“
   "N-nothing.” she smiled , feeling her heart skip a beat. “You know , maybe it’s a good idea that you walk me home.”
   "Yeah ? You are not scared of me ?“
   "No.” she smiled. “Not scared of you.”
Kai couldn’t help but smile at her words. Usually everyone ran away from him but not this girl. There wasn’t a hint of judgement or fear in her eyes and they were so warm , just like her smile. Barely a few minutes spent around her and for the first time in his life he didn’t feel as alone or empty as before. However something kept tugging at his mind.
   "You weren’t at the wedding. I am pretty sure I would’ve remembered you –“
   "Um no , I was out of town with my parents that day.” she smiled nervously , as they took a turn down the street.
   "I am happy you weren’t there. What I did – I just – “ he sighed.
   "I’m not judging. You had your reasons and Bonnie , well — she sort of deserved it. I mean she provoked it in a way. I — ” she sighed. “Don’t tell them I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
   "I won’t.“ he smiled at her. "I’ve never met someone – as understanding as you. Not judging - thats definitely a new one for me. Where have you been all my life?”
   "Probably right under your nose.“ Y/N winked at him , unable to stop smiling.
Kai laughed under his breath , listening to her heart beating strong and fast , skipping a beat every time their hands touched accidentally while they walked. He couldn’t help feel the electricity coursing through his veins , starting from the places where their hands touched , waking up every fibre in his body.
   "So , if you know the Salvatore’s how come I haven’t seen you before ?” he wondered while they took another turn down the next block. “Were they keeping you tucked away safely somewhere or something ?”
Y/N ran her fingers through her hair looking up at the sky and then at him with a smile on her face. Kai’s heart did a flip almost making him stop in the middle of the street , trying to figure out what was happening.
   "As if I’d let them do that.“ she laughed but her tone was serious. "No , I am a senior. You know with Elena’s brother Jeremy. There just wasn’t much time to hang around with my friends.”
Y/N stopped in front of one of the houses and Kai felt his heart sank. That was it ? Why did it feel like they had been walking barely a few seconds when it had been minutes ? He didn’t want to let go off her , not now not ever.
   "This is me.“ she sighed. "Thank you for saving me and walking me home.”
   "Yeah. Always. “ he smiled at her , scratching his forehead nervously. "I guess I’ll be seeing you around –”
Kai started turning around when she pulled him back. He looked at her confused for a moment and then her hands wrapped around him in a surprise hug attack. Kai wasn’t sure what to do at first. It had been so long since someone had hugged him or had been this nice to him. Specially someone who knows all the awful things he had done. Then his arms wrapped around her , holding her tightly towards him. His eyes closed for a moment and he felt happiness like never before spread through his body. What was it about this girl that had him feeling this way ? Warm, fuzzy, complete…
   "You are welcome to stop by and come in any time you want.“
   "Y-you are inviting me in ?” he asked surprised. Y/N nodded. “What would your friends say ?”
   "That’s not really their decision now is it?“ she winked at him , reaching into his pocket. "This is my number. Call me any time , literally.“ she said serious , typing in her number and taking a selfie as a contact picture. "I don’t sleep much.”
   "Weird , neither do I.“ he smiled nervously. "It’s — hard , after the Prison World and everything.”
   "You know –“ she trailed off. ”– my parents are not home most nights , if you want you can come over and we can talk or watch a movie or something ?“
   "Your friends are going to freak out.” he said amused.
   "Let them.“ she winked him. "See you around Kai..”
   "Yeah – see you around Y/N.“
Kai watched her walk inside the house unable to stop smiling. This girl was different , he could feel it. Could it be that he had finally found someone ? A real friend , maybe more than a friend ? He walked down the street trying to figure out what were all those emotions swirling in his heart and head in that moment. There were so many of them he couldn’t separate them but knew all of them were connected to her. Something told him that night he won’t be staying awake counting the hours as usual. No , that night was going to be different.
His phone rang returning him to reality. Kai reached into his pocket pulling it out - DAMON.
   "Where are you? You said you’ll be here first thing in the morning..”
   "Something came up.“ said Kai not even feeling annoyed at the tone Damon was talking to him with. "I’ll be over in five. Even you can’t ruin my good mood today.”

Kai spent almost two hours listening to Damon trying to convince him to break the spell linking Bonnie and Elena. It seemed to be the only thing the vampire wanted to talk about and this time he was actually being a little nicer to him , probably thinking that a change in his attitude would get things done.  However Kai wasn’t really listening. Only one person mattered to him and that was Y/N.
   "Damon ?“ interrupted Kai. "How do you know when you are in love ?”
Damon’s eyes widened in shock , surprise and confusion.
   "Sorry what ? In love ? What are you talking about ?“
   "Just answer my question.” insisted Kai , pouring himself two fingers with bourbon. “And maybe I will find a way to break the spell. I am a mega powerful heretic right? .”
   "Fine.“ sighed Damon. "It’s like the whole world stops and there is just this other person you see. Your heart beats faster around them , you can’t stop thinking about them and wanting to be with them. That person is all that you need and when you are apart it feels like hell. Why ?”
   "No reason.“ he replied a sip of his bourbon.
   "Ahh , don’t go anywhere.” said Damon , leaving the room to answer his phone.
A few moments later Kai heard someone fall down the stairs not too far away from him. Curiosity won over and he went to check out what had happened. When he got there he saw a very familiar looking girl and he couldn’t help but smile. He leaned against the stair railing looking at her trying to gather a bunch of books which probably had caused the noise he heard since she didn’t appear to be hurt. He only caught glimpses of her face but that was enough for his heart do this weird flip it kept doing whenever he thought about her.
   "Need some help with that ?“ he asked , making her scream in surprise. "Easy there Y/N. I am just trying to help. Are you okay ? You didn’t get hurt did you ?”
   "Stefan is going to kill me..“ she muttered , freezing a second later. Y/N looked up at him and a wide smile spread across both their faces."Hi.”
   "Hi.“ he grinned , kneeling down on the ground to help her gather the books. "What are you doing here ? I didn’t walk you home for you to leave like two hours later.”
   "So over protective.“ she winked at him. "I had to return them before I forget they are not mine.”
   "Here. Let me help you with those. What is that ? Great Expectations ? To Kill a Mockingbird ? Damn – did you read all of those ?“
   "Thanks.” she smiled. “Yes , took a while though. Do you know the way or should I -”
   "After you.“ he smiled nervously. Kai was sure he’d follow her everywhere, including to the end of the world. "I am so happy to see you again.”
   "Me too.“
They took another turn down the hall entering the library. In the next few minutes he helped her return the books to their places and Y/N climbed up one of the ladders to return the last one almost at the top shelf, stretching out her hand dangerously far away.
   "Careful. We don’t want you to fall to your death do we?” he said not taking his eyes away from her , ready to catch her at moments notice.
   "Almost — there —“ she screamed falling to the ground.
Kai ran towards her in vampire speed catching her mid air , losing his balance a moment later , falling on the ground with her on top of him. How had she landed face first on top of him with their faces barely an inch apart?
   "OH my God ! Are you okay ?” she asked worried “S-sorry. I didn’t meant to - ”
   "You know you are like really pretty. “ he said , reaching his hand to touch her cheek for a moment. A small smile spread across his face when she didn’t flinch or pull away. Kai wondered why her heart had started beating so fast all of the sudden. "Absolutely beautiful –” he whispered clearing his throat.
   "T-thanks.“ she smiled at him.
   "What - what is going on here ?” asked Stefan confused, making them look up at him. “Why do you look like you are about to kiss?!”
   "Hey there Steven.  Don’t worry. I saved the pretty girl — again.“ said Kai smiling. "And I think she likes me. ”
Y/N winked at him and cleared her throat rolling off him. He sat up, cracking his neck for a moment before helping her up. Kai  studied her face trying to figure out if maybe somehow she had gotten hurt but she appeared to be perfectly fine. More than fine actually - her smile never left her face and he felt the strange urge to hold her in his arms again. It had felt so right having her in his embrace.
   "Hey , Stef. Thanks for the books. Can I get a couple more ?“
   "Yeah , just stay away from him.”
   "Oh here we go–“ muttered Kai. "Why is it so hard to believe that I can be nice?”
   "I don’t know , maybe because you almost killed Bonnie -“
   "Hey,  she started it. I was perfectly nice to her. Even flirted for a while until she jammed that axe in my chest. Wouldn’t you get upset too ? It happens.”
   ” - and your entire family on your sister’s wedding day.“
   "You try living with them being called an abomination and – ” sighed Kai , looking at the ground. Just the slight memory of his childhood was enough for another wall to build up around him only this time the wall crumbled before it was ever built. All because of her.
   "Don’t listen to him. He is just being super over protective.“
   "For a good reason.” said Stefan but she shot him a warning glance.
Y/N sighed quietly and wrapped her arms around Kai who looked so sad in that moment with pain visible in his eyes. Her friends had mentioned Kai had isolated himself but to her it appeared like it had been the other way around. Being called an abomination by your own family clearly had hurt his feelings and she couldn’t blame him for snapping. Not really anyways. There was always a breaking point , but that didn’t mean what he had done was who he is.
   "Kai is my friend — and nothing you say is going to change that.“
A friend? he thought. Wrapping his arms around her , burying his face in the crook of her neck. Surely he had already thought of her as his friend , but hearing her say it felt different. Y/N had said it with a note of affection in her voice and his heart had done that weird flip again. Kai thought back to what Damon had said earlier and realised that somehow he had started to fall for her.
   "Oh-kay – but I am keeping an eye on you two.”


Kai had never thought he’d find someone who makes him feel this way. He had saved her life that day and she kept saving him every day since. All the emptiness he had felt his entire life had vanished completely because of her , starting with the moment she had wrapped her arms around him that very first time. He had never thought he’d find someone who would accept every part of him , never judging but trying to understand. Kai had fallen in love with Y/N and for the first time in his life wanted to take a chance. The young heretic wanted to tell her how he feels about her and maybe have what he had always wanted  - a chance at a happy future. With her , because to him it was clear there was no version of his life without her in it.
    “We are not supposed to be here.” she said in a hushed voice while her best friend kept pulling her through the closed fair. They had been there earlier in the day but things hadn’t worked out like she had wanted and clearly he had the intention on making things perfect. Even if it was 1.23AM and technically the place was closed , not that it appeared to matter to him. Something told her he liked it better when its just the two of them , just like she did.
    “You wanted to go on the ferris wheel earlier. There was a giant line , now there isn’t one.”
    “How are we even going to get to the top?”
    “Just close your eyes and trust me.”
Y/N studied his face for a moment , closing her eyes in the next. Kai wrapped his arms around her , feeling her heart about to leap out of her chest just like every time they were around each other. All her friends had protested like crazy when they had realised how close they had become. To her it didn’t seem to matter what any of them had to say. Barely a month with her in his life and he had never felt happier. With her around all the darkness disappeared and there was only light and warmth in his life. 
    “Never going to get tired of doing this.” said Kai grinning , pushing off his feet with every ounce of strength he had until they were at the very top. “You can open your eyes now.”
Y/N felt his breath tickle the skin of her neck while he whispered the last words in her ear. Her eyes opened and the view around her and over head took her breath away but not as much as seeing Kai smiling at her with eyes wide with excitement. A whole month and Kai had gotten into her blood stream since day one , able to send butterflies in her stomach just with one look.
    “Wow , we are so high up.” she gulped.
    “Don’t worry. I am not going to let you fall.” he said softly putting his hand over her shoulders. “You die — I die.”
Y/N smiled at him , wondering what his words meant. “Thank you. Do you know what I want to do now?”
    “What?” he asked curious ,leaning in a little closer towards her.
    “Spend the night watching the stars with the most special person in my life.” she replied gazing into his eyes , leaning in closer.
    “Weird.” he said pretending to be shocked. “That’s exactly what I want to do too.”
Y/N smiled widely at him. “Always so in sync. No wonder my parents think we are dating.”
    “T-they do?” asked Kai nervously. “And w-what do you think about that?”
    “I think — that if we were dating , I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.” she replied taking his hand in hers.
Kai couldn’t help but smile at her words. A moment later Y/N rested her head on his shoulder while both of them gazed up at the night sky , each of them stealing glances at the other when a shooting star burned across the sky. He turned towards her noticing how instead of closing her eyes to make a wish like she’d usually do ,she was looking at him.
    “You didn’t make a wish ?”
    “No. I have everything I could ever want right— here.”
    “You do ?”  he asked. Y/N hummed. Kai wondered what that meant. What could she have right —  and then it hit him , or maybe he was reading too much into it. He wasn’t sure which one it was but wanted to find out because having her in his arms without actually having her the way he wanted was driving him out of his mind.
    “Y/N –” he trailed off brushing his palm against her cheek , slowly leaning in towards her. “There is something I have to tell you. I tried so many times to find the right moment but I am starting to think there is no such thing and I am losing my mind not saying this to you.”
    “Saying what ?” she wondered , her eyes darting between his eyes and his lips feeling butterflies flap their winds in her stomach just like every time they touched. All those midnight visits at her bedroom , those late night calls , his entire affectionate and caring attitude towards her just made her fall for him more and more every single day. And the way he was looking at her in that moment with eyes gleaming in the darkness like never before took her breath away. Kai’s heart was about to leap out of his chest and he didn’t have to listen to her heart rate to know she felt the same way.
    “I love you Y/N. I fell in love with you and my life changed completely. There were so many walls build around me you would’ve thought I was a castle and somehow because of you they came crashing down. I used to feel alone and so damn empty on the inside , spending time with people I didn’t really know , trading pieces of my heart with them only to end up feeling more empty and shallow every time. I have been searching for you my whole life and then you showed up and everything changed. Every moment spent with you has filled my heart with so much love, happiness and joy. You occupy every inch of my heart and there is no room for any one else there. Just you and only you.”
Y/N felt her heart skip more than a beat or two at his words. Kai appeared to notice it because a flash of worry crossed his eyes which quickly drained away seeing her smile at him.Their fingers intertwined together and a nervous smile spread across his face.
    “I love you too Kai.” she smiled. “I fell in love with you the moment our eyes met that day or did you think I’d invite just anyone to spend the night in my bed whenever they want right after meeting them.”
    “You love me back ?” he smiled widely.
    “Yes , more than anything. I love you and I always will. I love yo-”
Kai’s lips crashed against hers not letting her finish.Their lips moved in sync , fitting  perfectly together as if they had been made for each other. Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair unable to get enough of him , while he placed his hands on her waist pulling her towards him. In a way the kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons at school when mixing the right two elements would make them explode. He pulled away completely out of breath and by the looks of it she felt the same way , noticing somehow his magic had lit up the entire place. Her heart was racing so fast he was afraid it might burst and her eyes glowed like never before , kind of like the stars over head but so much brighter.
    “I will always love you too Y/N.” he whispered , pressing his lips against hers again.


anonymous asked:

I have two ideas in my head: 1. it showing harry around ur hometown and where u grew up and he's just in total awe of u and where u come from despite the fact that growing up wasn't easy. 2. u bring him home to meet ur family but ur fam keeps making fun of u (telling him about ur one direction phase or something) but hes fine with it but ur embarrassed (I brought a boy home to my fam and all they did was make fun of me... I wasn't fun). You don't have to do either of these, just some ideas!

Oh my God I have feelings galore. I hope you like this!

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

“I’m going to warn you now, my family is a little…weird,” you tell him as you both sat on the plane.

 You and Harry had reached that point in your relationship when it was time to meet the parents. Harry of course was immediate into you meeting his family and that was a great experience. You were so in awe where he came from, such small humble beginnings. You make the comment it reminded you of your small town minus the mountains. But now it was your turn, and you never been more nervous.

You grew up in Cherokee, North Carolina. Your mom married your now stepdad there when you were around five or six. It was a struggle, being the minority of an Native American town, but your stepdad told you once that in the eyes of God and the Great Spirit you were just as Cherokee as they were. And you took that with you to this day.

“Yeh think they’ll like me?” Harry asked, clearly just as nervous as you were if not more so.

“Oh my mom is going to love you, my dad and the rest? I am on the fence about,” you admitted. Your stepdad always grilled your exes, he wanted his little girl to have someone who was strong and able to provide. No doubt he would give Harry the same treatment. 

First you had to fly, then drive the rest of the way there. You tried to focus on the roads but you couldn’t help but see Harry every now and then. His face was glued to the driver side window, when you could see he had this look about him as if he was seeing something he never saw before, maybe he didn’t.

“Yeh had to drive through these narrow roads er’ry day?” He asked in amazement and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sometimes, when it snowed was when it got a bit scary but if you can survive The Dragon Trail you can survive anything.”

“Whah’s The Dragon Trail?” He asked with a raised brow, you soon showed him, the turns and whip around’s through the mountains. You were certain he almost got motion sick, but you soon made it.

It was mainly a tourist town, but the off seasons were hard. It was pretty much dead except for the locals. Every sign had both English and the traditional Cherokee language. It was near spring time, so things were blooming and coming back to life, memories of childhood all came back to you. But Harry, Harry sat there with his mouth slightly open with awed eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you drove through what was deemed Downtown.

“Yeh showed me pictures buh…seeing it in person is…” he stopped talking, just looking around where ever he could look. “Baby, yeh lived in such a beautiful place!” You tried so hard not to laugh.

You finally make it to the log house you used to call home. Stepping out of the car you saw your mom come out of the door and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy my baby’s home,” she spoke squeezing you before looking over to see Harry. Ever the English gentleman he holds out his hand to her.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he always introduced himself by his name. She took his hand but she had a smirk to her.

“Oh I know who you are,” she giggled and you could feel the blood leave your face. Please don’t, please don’t.

“They made it?” You heard the booming voice of your stepdad, a towering 6 foot Cherokee man with his salt and pepper hair pulled to a ponytail.

“Daddy!” You run to him, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug as he lifts you in the air.

“There’s my little amayeduhi,” he gives you a bear hug before setting you down. “Is that him?” He whispers, nodding his head to Harry.

“Please be nice Daddy?” You beg him but he holds his hands up.

“I’m always nice!” He insisted then walked shaking hands with Harry. “Charles.”

“Harry, it’s an honor to meet yeh Sir,” Harry replied, you could see he was sweating bullets.

“Well come on in and set your things, everybody’s coming over for dinner,” your mom announced. You sort of groan internally, if she meant everyone. It was everyone in the L/N family. Your step brother who was also visiting with his wife, your younger half brother who was a senior in high school. Not to mention your uncles, aunts and the seven male cousins you had. This may easily turn into a nightmare.

You and Harry settle in your old room, one where your mom turned into a guest room so all your old things were not there…thank God. If Harry knew…

“Yeh in your head again,” Harry commented with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What did I tell you about that?” You look over your shoulder at him but he just smiled gently kissing your lips.

“You wanna see something cool?” You asked, seeing the spark in his beautiful green eyes. “Come on,” taking his hand you walk outside in the back yard, walking along the little dirt path until you reach where you wanted to show him.

A little creek flowed with the smallest waterfall thanks to some rocks, you sat near it, showing Harry to do the same.

“I used to come here all the time after school, my mom would have to yell at me to get back in the house,” you laugh a bit. “I called this my fairy land. I’d play on the creek or sing to the top of my lungs with my iPod as I just sort of pace up and down here.”

You never liked showing that side of you, the side that was soft and gentle. Years of your own struggles and heartaches wanted to make you seem more tough. But Harry saw right through that when you two first met, he allowed you to have that little piece of yourself back. It used to bother you at first, but deep down you were grateful he came into your life at just the right moment.

“It’s beaut’ful,” he commented as he smiled at you. “My little Mountain Princess.”

You groaned, acting as if that made you sick but he just smirks more kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for showing me this, jus’ makes me love yeh more really,” again you groan with a small eye roll but you lay your head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the sound of the water. You told him once he needed to stop being and saying things because your heart could not take growing so much, which was true in some way. Eventually you both came back, seeing the cars indicating the family had arrived.

Just as you came in and saw everyone you felt your smile grow. Your whole family, the people you knew and loved, all together laughing and carrying on…it was similar to Harry’s home in a lot of ways. That was when it hit you, you two were more alike then you thought, “two halves of the same person”, your friends would call you two. You then noticed Harry looking a bit…you actually couldn’t describe his face but you knew something was up.

“What is it babe?” You ask.

“Yeh know, I was actually afraid my hair would be too long,” he commented. That was when you got it, all the guys in your family had long hair, if not longer then Harry’s. Including your Grandpa who gave you a big hug and smooch on the cheek.

“Pepaw!” You giggle but he shakes Harry’s hand as well as they introduce themselves.

“It’s gonna be a while till supper, the guys are going to start some a game of Stickball,” you hear your mom tell you.

“Whah’s thah?” Harry asks and your eyes lit up taking his hand.

“Oh it’s fun to watch come on,” you both sit on the porch as you see the guys start the game. Harry, after seeing how it worked, chimed right in when asked if he wanted to play. You sat there in awe, seeing him run to catch the ball in the basket, he was taking this like a duck to water!

“Wow, he’s the first,” your Aunt June commented as some of the women watched with you. “None of the boys you brought ever played…let alone with such enthusiasm!”

“Yeah…he’s different alright,” you commented to yourself as you see Harry look at you with a smile. You even gave him a little wave feeling your heart burst just from the sight.

When it was finally dinner Harry kept wanting to hug on you as you squeal trying to get away.

“You smell like recess!” You exclaim making him laugh.

“Your li’il sayings I swear,” he peppers your cheek in kisses while you try to push away. Your mom cooked your favorite meal, Beef stew and rice with bread rolls and mac & cheese. It was not the healthiest food, a far cry from the West Coast kale smoothies but you enjoyed the shit out of Toad in the Hole so it was Harry’s turn to try some Southern cooking.

“I hope it’s okay, I think I did the rice wrong,” your mom spoke but you assured her it was okay. “How is it Harry?”

“It’s really gud,” he nodded with his mouth full of food. “Thank you so much for this.”

“Oh it’s my pleasure! I know Y/N doesn’t eat all that much so I want her to eat and you too!” Gotta love your mom.

“Harry cooks sometimes,” you insist and he nods in agreement.

“I try ah least,” he agrees. Eating with Harry in your old environment felt amazing, seeing him just laugh and carry on with your family members…like he had been part of it all along. You just burst with admiration and happiness…that was until:

“Do you want to see pictures of Y/N when she was little?” Your mom asks, that was when the warm fuzzy feeling crashed down.

“I love to!” Harry chirps up and you suddenly felt you want to die. Your mom warned you she would do it…but she never actually did it until now! Dinner was already done, you were trying to be quick about doing the dishes as you watch your mom and Harry sit on the couch as she flips through the picture book.

“That’s her when she was seven, we used to have a stomping dance block in town where a band would play. She’d dance and dance!” Your mom explained, Harry was glued to the picture book. You finally did the dishes and rushed to his side.

“Mom can you help with something?” You ask but Harry was waving his hand at you.

“Noh now I wanna see these,” you never wanted to punch him in the arm then in that moment.

“Oh! And here she is in Santaland, it’s a Christmas themed attraction. She would cry and beg us to go there, even in the summer so she could ride the Rudolph ride.”

You groaned, as she showed all the old pictures of you. This went on for a couple of minutes, finally it was time for everyone to go on to bed. You were already in bed and comfortable as Harry came got comfortable himself getting in bed.

“And you thought they were not going to like you,” you smirked at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you but snuggles close to you giving your cheek a kiss. Suddenly he snickers, you raised a brow.

“What?” You ask.

“I just…I just remembah that picture of you with that dipah on your head,” he began to bust out laughing, you of course turn with your back to him and curled away. “Oh come on love!”

“No! No Big Spoon for you,” you mutter.

“Nooo baby please?” I’ll stop, I promise!” He swore, even tried to make you look at him as he pouted at you. You gave him a look, then looked back away.

“Not working,” you tell him but he persists.

Please love?” He pouts more, trying his hardest to make you look at him. “I’ll let braid my hair.”

You only huff in reply and he acts as if he gave up. Turning over onto his side.

“You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss your lips…”


“And there’s no tenderness, like before in your fingertips.”

“Harry I swear to God.”

“You’re trying hard not show it…Baby!”


“But Baby! Baby I know it!”

You whip over, covering his mouth with your hand.

“We are not trying to wake everyone in the damn house.” You spoke with a clear tone, suddenly you feel him licking your hand making you squeal before he makes his attack wrapping both his arms and legs on you in a death grip.

“Harry!” You yell but you laugh as he tries to attack your face in soft kisses. “Okay, okay you win.”

“I always do,” he smirks giving you a kiss on your lips. “Now come on Lily the Mermaid and spoon me.”

“I was 8 years old I had a a vivid imagination,” you do your best to explain. Harry of course didn’t hear you or decided not to hear you as he pulls you against his back to hold him. Making sure he held your had as it wrapped on his waist, giving it a gentle kiss. You just smile and tell him goodnight before going to sleep.

The weekend in general was a success, but as you were on the plane back to LA you couldn’t help but be curious as to why your stepdad decided to induct Harry into the tribe name. He never did it with any of your boyfriends before.

You had a feeling you and Harry needed to have a little chit chat.

What Are We Waiting For? (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WC: 2267

Warnings: A little bit of swearing, internalised biphobia, FLUFF

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

Summary: Y/N finally comes out to Jared as bisexual, and she’s scared he won’t take it well. He does.

A/N: Hey you guys! I wrote this on my super long flight to LA, so I hope you all enjoy!

“C'mon babe! It’s date night! If you don’t get your ass in the car, we’re gonna miss our movie!” Jared called from downstairs, and I took in a deep breath.

“I’ll be down in a sec, Jared!” I shouted back, smoothing down my dress. I glanced down at my shaking hands, and realised that there was no hope of calming them.

I’d been sitting on the fact that I was bisexual for a few weeks now, and I’d been dancing around telling Jared for roughly that time as well.

Jared’s a pretty accepting guy, but there was that voice in the back of my head constantly telling me that he’d leave me. That he’d drop me just like that.

I let out a shaky sigh and grabbed my purse, walking downstairs. “Thank god. I was worried that I’d have to send in a search party.” Jared said, pulling me into a hug.

I chuckled nervously and hugged him back, desperately trying to ignore the growing pit in my stomach. I pulled away and looked Jared up and down.

“Damn. You clean up well, Kleinman.” I said, winking at the end of my sentence. Jared and I were both good at masking our insecurities and fears with humour or smooth comments.

He tugged down the lapels of his suit jacket, and shot me a sly smile.

“Thanks Y/L/N. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He said, slipping an arm around my waist.

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