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I.M - Never Change

Originally posted by kookihyunnie


Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: @fangirlbible

Request:  “ Hi I was wondering if i could get an I.M. scenario where the girl is a trainee and she’s friends with I.M. but she’s super shy. She likes him but has no courage to tell him. So her friends tell her to change and get a makeover but he doesn’t really like it because he likes her the way she usually is? Sorry it’s so long. Didn’t know how to explain it 😄”

Authors Note:

Hey, guys! First of all, I just want to take a moment to apologize for not uploading much! I’ve had a lot going on lately and it’s been really hard to come up with ideas for all of your amazing requests! BUT, I’m slowly getting back into it and I’m hoping to upload a good amount of request over the next few days!

Also, I just want to say that this scenario is not one of my best. Actually, I’m really disappointed with it. I’ve been writing it on and off for about 2 weeks now and this is the best I can do. I’m so sorry about the word flow and pacing, but for whatever reason I’m physically and emotionally unable to do better than this. I really hope you understand, and I hope you enjoy it none the less!

Happy Reading! :)

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“I don’t know about this…”

“Come on, Y/N! You look great!”

“But what if he doesn’t like it?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at you! He’d be crazy not to!”

You let out a sigh, you breath deep and heavy as you looked over your mirrored image once again. Most days you wouldn’t spend more than a few minutes looking at yourself in the mirror, your casual and carefree style having no need to check for makeup creases or outfit choices, but today was different. Today was the day that you decided you needed a change, and you definitely got what you asked for.

Your normally straight hair was flowing with lively curls, your frequently makeup-less face was painted in colors, and your way to casual style had been taken over by something more girly and proper. You looked, and felt, like a completely different person, and though you couldn’t deny the fact that you looked beautiful, you had never felt so out of place. 

“But Lisa I…I just…..I don’t know.” You argued, your voice high with concern as you played with the white lace hanging from your shirt.

“I get that you’re nervous.” Lisa comforted, her hand lightly resting on your shoulder as she stood behind your gazing figure. “But you agreed to this, and honestly, I have no doubt that it’s going to work. You and I.M have been friends forever now and you’ve literally been in love with him since the day you became a trainee. If you’re to scared to tell him how you feel then you need to get his attention, and if this makeover doesn’t get his attention, nothing will.” 

You let out another sigh, your eyes meeting Lisa’s before giving her a swift nod. You knew she was right, she always was. You had spent years trying to come to terms with the feelings you had for your best friend, and after coming to terms with them you had spent another few years just trying to make yourself say them out loud. You were in love with I.M, there was doubting that, but you highly doubted that I.M felt the same and you didn’t want to risk your friendship on an attraction that was more than likely one sided.

“Now go get him, sexy.” Lisa laughed, breaking you out of your thoughts as a huge smile made its way onto her face. You smiled back, softly giggling as she playfully poked you in the side, the confidence she had in you radiating off of her and filling your pores.

“Okay.” You whispered, giving yourself what you hope came off as a confident nod before turning on your heel and exiting the bathroom, not giving yourself another moment to think about it in fear that you’d try to change your mind.  

Making your way down the long corridor of Starship Entertainment, you quickly felt  your heart begin to race and throat begin to close. You were nervous. More nervous than you had ever been in your entire life. You didn’t know how to feel and you didn’t know how to act. All you knew was that you had feelings for I.M, and at this point, you weren’t sure if him finding that out was even worth it anymore. 

After a few more minutes of continuing down the long hallway, you finally found yourself in front Monsta X’s occupied practice room. You made your way closer, your hand barley cracking open the door before the loud thump of music quickly took over your senses. Giving yourself a small nod, you made your way inside, the sweat drenched air invading your nostrils and instantly making you dizzy.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” A voice asked, knocking you out of your trance and making your head spin. Turning toward the voice, you immediately came face to face with Wonho, his skin beet red and covered sweat.

“Uh….” You started, not really sure what the explanation for your surprise visit should be. “Nothing really. I um…I just…your comeback is soon and I…um…how’s that going?” 

Wonho let out a laugh, his eyes forming a beautiful smile before quickly taking a desperate sip from his water bottle. “It’s going good, Y/N. Thanks for asking.”

You gave him a small nod, your eyes instantly leaving his and making their way around the room. All of the members were there, which you had hoped wouldn’t be the case, and every single one of them were looking at you with such a shocked expression that you almost felt as though you were naked. 

“What are you guys staring at?” You asked, trying your best to play dumb as you nervously picked at your curls.

“You look different.” Minhyuk stated, his eyes doing a double take as he took in your outfit. “Like…really different.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change, Y/N?” Shownu asked, the small smirk on his face making it obvious that he knew what it was about.

“I just wanted to try something different.” You lied, “Why? Does it look bad?”

A series of “No’s” left 6 of the boys’ mouths, the small compliments rising to your cheeks and making you blush. Giving them a smile, you thanked them quietly, quickly looking at the boys happy and taken aback expressions before coming face to face with I.M, who, unlike everyone else, didn’t look very impressed. 

You felt your heart drop, the concerned and unimpressed expression on I.M’s face taking over your vision and invading your mind. You let out a shaky breath, the feeling of tears welling in your eyes quickly taking over as you looked to the ground. The last thing you expected to do was cry, and there was no way in hell that you were going to cry in front of them. No. Damn. Way.

“Well, I’m gonna go.” You stated, giving the boys a polite bow before heading towards the door. “It was nice seeing you. Good luck on your comeback.”

As soon as you were out of the room a stream of tears began to run down your face, the feeling of being a complete idiot taking over your body and making your heart break. How could you ever think that changing your looks would impress I.M? He absolutely hated the way you looked and you could tell the moment you looked him in the eye. Now not only does he have no idea how you feel, but he has no reason to find you attractive whatsoever. How could you ever be so stupid?

“Hey, Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, the sound immediately breaking you out of your thoughts and forcing you to turn around. When you finally managed to blink the blurry vision due to your tears out of your eyes, you found yourself face to face with the last person you wanted to see.

I.M.

“What do you want, I.M?” You whispered, keeping your eyes toward the ground in hopes that he wouldn’t see your tears.

“I want to know why you’re dressed like that.” He stated, his voice so full of concern that it was almost as if he had thought you’d hurt yourself.

“I told you.” You breathed, not daring to look him in the eyes. “I just wanted to go for something a bit different.”

“Bullshit.” He stated, his tone going from worried to angry so fast that it was apparent he knew you were lying to him. “You don’t like heavy makeup, you hate high heels, and I’ve never seen you wear a dress in my life. Are you being forced to dress this way for your debut, or something?”

You let out a sad laugh, your eyes finally leaving the ground and looking straight into his. “It’s not for my debut, I.M.”

“Well, what is it then?” He asked, his face showing so much curiosity that you could feel it in your bones. “Are you trying to change yourself? Is it for a guy?”

You let out a strangled cough, the air in your lungs coming to a halt as his words made their way into your ears. “I told you. It’s nothing.”

“Stop lying to me, Y/N.” He demanded, his hand reaching out and lightly resting on your shoulder. “Who or what are you trying to change yourself for?” 

“Why do you care?” You asked, lightly shrugging his hand off your shoulder as an unnecessary anger came upon you.

“Because you’re my best friend and I don’t like that you’re trying to change yourself! You’re perfect just the way you are and I don’t like that you’ve seemed to have forgotten that.”

“Best friend? Just…damn…don’t you see that that’s the problem?” You scoffed, all the hesitation and fear you had going away completely as the wall you put up quickly began to tumble down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, confusion filling his face as he questioned why your friendship had suddenly become a problem.

“Are you seriously that blind?” You asked, no longer worrying about him discovering how you’d felt. You were angry and sad and frustrated and you couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay. You had been hiding your feelings for I.M for as long as you could remember and you couldn’t take it. Not any more. 

“Hey, slow down a minute! Why are you getting mad at me all of -”

“I’m in love you with!” You shouted, your chest heaving as all your pent of frustration had finally been let out. “I’ve been in love with you for years and I was scared to tell you and Lisa convinced me to change the way I looked to get your attention and now you probably hate me and think I’m an idiot and I totally understand if you don’t want to talk to me again and -”

Cutting you off from your confession, I.M quickly placed his lips onto yours. You let out a gasp, the action taking you by surprise and making your heart stop. You were frozen for a moment, your eyes open and looking into space, before finally giving in, your lips gently rubbing against his as you became brave enough to kiss him back.

The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of peppermint gum and sweat heavy against your lips. I.M was pressed against you, his hands gently cupping your face before he lightly nipped on your bottom lip. You let out a gasp, the foreign feeling breaking you out of your trance and forcing you to full away.

“I…I um…” You started, your speech completely gone as surprise continued to fill your body. 

“Never change for anybody.” I.M. whispered suddenly, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan against them. “Especially not me.”

You gave him a small smile, the words in your mouth failing to come out as you tried to process what had just happened. I.M kissed you. I.M kissed YOU. In what world is that considered to be a plausible thing?

“Does this mean….” You started, slightly scared of what you were going to ask. “Does this mean that you…I don’t know….like me?”

I.M let out a laugh, his pink lips stretching into a wide smile before gently landing on your cheek. You gave him another smile, the action making you blush so hard that you were for sure it was showing through your makeup.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Y/N.” He admitted, his hand gently reaching down and linking with yours. “I just always kept it to myself because I never thought someone like you would love me back.” 

You let out a surprised laugh, your eyes widening at the fact that he not only loved you, but that he never thought you’d love him back. That’s the way you had been feeling for years, and to know that he had felt the exact same way was one of the best feelings in the entire world. 

“Seriously?” You questioned, still not sure if what was happening was some messed up prank that Wonho had convinced him to pull. “You’re not just messing with me?”

I.M chuckled, his voice so soft and deep that it made your heart sing. “Of course I’m not messing with you, Y/N.”

You breathed in a heavy breath, the surprise of everything that had happened taking over your body and leaving you in shock.

“But,” I.M continued, his hand leaving yours and gently poking you on the shoulder. “You should really go put some clothes on.” 

The Quest for The Lost Treasure (Part 5)

Pairing: Adventurer!Jason Todd x Adventurer!Reader

Word Count: 2138

Summary: In university, you discover that an ancient treasure supposed to have been “found” was actually still lost. Determined to be the one to find it, you set off on a journey to find it, and run into Jason Todd and his adventurer posse. With Jason’s expertise of the land, and your natural talent for adventuring, you two are the perfect mix. Will you find the treasure smoothly? Or will you fail and lose a friendship? 

Warnings: foul language, jason half naked, falling in holes

 A/N I hope y’all like this! Sorry it took forever

Parts: 1  |  2  |  3  | 4 |


Reader POV

When I wake up I look around for my glasses (yes I’m blind) and put them on when I find them. I grab my phone to look at the time. It’s 8:00 am. I put on some clothes and leave my tent. I see Tim sitting on a log with a tin mug.

“Hi.” I say suddenly.

“Hey.” He lifts up his mug.

“What are you drinking?” I ask as I sit down next to him.

“Coffee. Always coffee,” Tim brings the cup to his lips and drinks the beverage.

“Nice. I just wanted you to know that last night I found out something. Something big,” I turn to him. Tim looks at me while still drinking his coffee. He nods.

“It turns out that–” I start, but get interrupted by a grunt.

“Morning,” Jason steps out of his tent, his hair all messy, and in nothing but a pair of boxers. My cheeks heat up as he stretches.

“Morning,” I squeak.

“What are you talking about? This early in the morning?” He sits across from Tim and I.

“Stuff,” I respond.

“What kinda stuff?” Jason asks.

“None of your business,” I quickly say. 

“Everything is my business,” Jason crosses his arms. Arms. Oh my god.

“I beg to differ actually. Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go and get ready.” I stand up and March over to my tent. 

I sit down inside and begin packing my backpack, then my duffel bag. I really need a shower. I smell like a pig. Ugh. Maybe we’ll come across a waterfall or something. I leave my tent, and Jason is still there in his boxers. I roll my eyes. “Just ignore him, Y/N.” my subconscious says. I take her advice and begin taking down my tent. 

“Y/N what are you doing?” Jason asks me.

“Taking down my tent, duh,” I point to it.

“We’re gonna stay here for another day, though,” Jason says.

“Nope, we’re leaving, we have to get a head start. I mapped out the fastest and safest route to take and if we don’t get started soon, then we’ll be wandering around in the dark, and that’s the last thing I want,” I explain. Jason furrows his eyebrows at me.

You mapped out the route? I always do it,” he says.

“Well news flash, a I know how a map works and how to plan out routes. You’re not the only one,” I roll my eyes and pack the tent up in its bag.

“I–but–you–fuck this,” Jason says and walks back to his tent. He climbs inside and it’s just me and Tim again.

“You just made him very uncomfortable.” Tim laughs and takes a drink from his coffee cup.

“I can tell,” I laugh. “Is he always like that?”

“Egotistical and cocky? No. Jason Todd has a heart. But I’m not sure why he’s been acting like that lately,” Tim shrugs.

“Good to know. Hurry up, we have to leave in the next 20 minutes in order to get to another campsite by sundown. I’ll see if we can discuss what I discovered on the way there,” I say to him.

“Don’t worry I’m the one who gets ready fast. It’s Dick you should be worried about,” Tim gets up and goes back to his tent.

“I HEARD THAT!” Dick yells from his tent.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP GRAYSON YOU’RE SO LOUD!” Damian soon follows after.

“I CAN HEAR YOU FROM MY TENT!” Jason suddenly shouts. I facepalm and sit down on a log.

“Why. Are. Boys. So. Stupid.” I repeatedly facepalm myself. 

It’s gonna be a long trip.


About 3 hours into our trek through the rainforest, Tim materializes at my side.

“So what did you discover Y/N?”

“Alright keep your voice low, this is between you and I. Last night I was up mapping this route. I compared your map with mine and discovered that we’re already on the city. It’s underground. It goes for miles and miles, but there’s only one entrance, and it’s a cave about 70 miles north. That’s where we’re going.” I explain.

“The city is…underground? But how?” Tim asks.

“I don’t know, but something tells me that we’re not gonna have an easy time getting there. On my map it has drawings of monsters in certain locations. For example, big ass spiders in 3 miles. Like from the Hobbit.” I say to him.

“You’re telling me we have to go through a forest of giant spiders? I thought you said you planned out the safest route!” Tim whisper yells.

“Out of the three, this was the safest. The other ones had scorpions, king cobras. But they’re all myths. For all we know, they could be fake,” I speculate.

“Or real,” Tim counters.

“Way to be an optimist, Timothy,” I say sarcastically.

“Hey! What are you two dork-faces talking about?” Jason runs up to us and throws his arms around our shoulders. “Planning some alone time for later?” He smirks.

I push Jason off of me and speed walk forward, slashing giant leaves with my machete. He had the nerve to say that to my face! What an asshole.

“Hey! Slow down Lara Croft!” Jason calls out.

“We have no time to lose! Keep up!” I yell back. I stomp away out of anger and embarrassment, and then I don’t feel the ground beneath me anymore.


Jason POV

One second I see Y/N, and the next, she’s gone.

“What the hell? Where’d she go?” I ask as I come to a stop.

“She fell or something we have to go see what happened. This way!” Tim says and starts running in the direction Y/N was just in.

“Oh we’re running now? Okay,” I shake my head as I follow Tim.

“HEY WHERE’S TODD AND DRAKE?!” I hear Damian behind me. I turn around and find Dick and Damian looking around confusedly.

“OVER HERE!” I wave. They look over and run toward me. 

“Y/N disappeared, Tim went to go find her,” I explain.

“How’d she disappear?” Dick asks. 

“I don’t know, Dickaroo, maybe she has invisibility powers or something,” I say with sarcasm.

“Ha ha, funny,” Dick rolls his eyes as we see Tim leaning over a large hole in the ground.

“Timmy what’s going on?” I walk over and peer inside. Y/N is on the ground and probably unconscious.

“She’s bleeding. I think she got cut by a branch or something falling down. You’re gonna have to clean it later, Jason,” Tim says as he gets out a rope from his pack. 

“What if I don’t want to?” I put my hands on my hips.

“You have to; you’re the only one with first aid training here,” Tim makes a knot and puts a stake in the ground. He wraps the rope around the stake and throws it into the hole.

“I’ll be right back. Make we’re not being followed,” Tim says and starts descending on the rope. 

I stand up again and brush off my hands.

“I can’t believe she fell in a hole,” I run a hand through my hair.

“Maybe if you hadn’t pissed her off she wouldn’t have stormed away and been more careful of her surroundings,” Dick retorts. I look at him angrily. He was blaming me for this?!

“Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her on this excursion, Grayson. I made it clear we don’t let in outsiders,” I remind him.

“You need to chill, Todd,” Damian pipes up.

“Stay out of this, short stack.” I hiss. 

“Jason, honestly I’m tired of your behavior! Get your head out of your ass for once! Y/N isn’t going to betray us like Bruce did. She’s different. You’re too blinded by your emotions to see that,” he tells me. I take in what he says and try to formulate an argument. Nothing.

“Listen it is my job to take care of this team. It is my job to lead it. If you have a problem with how I run things, then go and make your own team. And take Y/N with you since you like her so fucking much!” I yell.

“Fine! I will!” Dick yells back.

“Hey guys?” Tim grunts from behind us.

He has Y/N on his shoulder and he’s struggling to get out of the hole. Dick immediately goes over to help, taking her off of Tim’s hands.

I see him trying to wake her up but I know she’s gonna be out for a few hours. Soon after, Tim throws her pack out of the hole and onto our level. Then he climbs out and lies on the ground, panting heavily. 

“Is Y/N okay?” Damian stands up and walks over to her. Dick leans down and puts an ear to her chest. Smooth.

“She’s breathing. She’s just knocked out. Should we continue traveling?” Dick asks.

“We’ve only been walking for 3 hours. We should at least go until lunch.” I say.

“Okay. Jason, go ahead and patch up her cut. I’ll check Y/N’s map to see where we’re supposed to go.” Tim tells me. I roll my eyes and get out the first aid kit and begin cleaning the giant gash on her thigh. Jesus Christ. It had to be her thigh.

I slowly apply antiseptic, and suddenly I hear a hiss. I look at Y/N, and her face is twisted in pain.

“That hurts,” she groans. I could’ve made a comment about how it was her fault she fell in a hole, but I keep quiet. I continue fixing up her leg, and soon I’m done.

“Okay now let’s go. Tim, lead the way,” I turn to him.

“I can’t get up.” Y/N props herself up on her elbows.

“That’s not my problem. You’re the one who fell in a hole,” I furrow my eyebrows at her. Without saying a word she rolls over and begins standing up. She stands for a second before falling again, but Dick catches her. I roll my eyes.

“Okay, no. I’ll carry you,” he tells her. I roll my eyes again. How cute.

“I’m fine.” Y/N says.

“No you’re not. Come on. I’ll carry you piggyback. At least until you can walk again.” He offers.

“K, fine. Only because I don’t have energy to argue. Let’s just go,” she says. I pick up my pack and Y/N’s.

“I can take that Jason,” Tim says.

“I can too. Look at that; we finally have something in common. Now let’s go.” I turn and start going back to our original path.

Can’t waste time. There’s a crown waiting with my name on it.


 Reader POV

I passed out while Dick was carrying me so I don’t remember much, but I do wake up hungry.

“What…what happened?” I rub my eyes.

“Guys she’s awake!” I hear Tim’s voice. Footsteps approach me and I blink a few times to get my vision back to normal.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” I hear Dick ask me.

“Hungover.” I grunt as I slowly sit up. I’m in my tent, I notice. How? I didn’t set it up. Dick, Tim and Damian are at my tent entrance.

“I guess that’s a good way to explain it,” Tim shrugs.

“So, what happened?” I ask again.

“You fell down a hole,” Damian says bluntly.

“And you cut your leg. Then you passed out while Dick carried you here. That’s it,” Tim explains.

“Where's….what’s his face? Jason?” I ask, waving a hand to the tent entrance.

“He’s in his tent.” Dick tells me.

“Oh. Where are we?” I lay back down. Tim crawls in and lays next to me. He holds up the map so I can see it.

“We are here,” he points to a blue circle on the map. We only traveled 25 of the 50 mile path I planned. “About halfway of the path you drew.”

“Were there any giant spiders?” I raise an eyebrow.

“No, and no giant scorpions or king cobras,” he smiles at me. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Sounds good. Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry,” I sit up again.

“I made some baked beans. I saved you some. Jason almost ate it,” Dick informs me.

“That sounds delicious,” I grin.

“Alright guys. Let’s give her some space. I’ll be back with a cup of baked beans and water.” Dick says and Tim crawls out of my tent. He zips it up after he leaves.

I fell. In a hole. And I didn’t see it. It must have been a trap, which means there are people nearby. Perhaps some local tribes? If that’s the case we need to be careful.

 We came here for the crown. Not a war.


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Ok, so you know how when someone says “Picture this” and then describes a scene to you? I always thought that was just a saying. When I was around 8 or 9 years old and in daycare the teacher had us all close our eyes and began doing some sort of guided meditation and then we were asked to describe what we saw. Everyone in the group described something. When my turn came around I said that I saw nothing and was told that I obviously did it wrong. 

And that was that. I thought I had a defective imagination and went on with my life, completely forgetting about the experience. 

Recently I found an article describing a newly coined term Aphantasia. It was the first time someone put to words what my ‘minds eye’ is like. Completely blind. 

“Neat” I thought and I filled out a questionnaire.

The subject came up with my mother because she was asking me to picture something in my mind and I told her I couldn’t. She was BAFFLED. Her reaction was so extreme that I almost felt bad for bringing it up. She was asking me things like “How do you even function” and “Your life must be so sad.” Apparently a mental image is really important to those who have one. 

For me, it’s not. I remember things, I don’t just leave the room and suddenly I’ve forgotten where everything is, Aphantasia does not effect your memory. You just don’t have a mental picture. When I see my sister I know who I’m looking for, but when she’s not in the room I cannot conjure up her image in my head. This is the hardest part about trying to descirbe it. People seem to assume that “No Mental image” = No memory. 

People who have aphantasia can describe a room they just left, or how their loved ones look, we just don’t think visually and for someone who does it’s a very baffling concept. 

From what I’ve read, approximately 2% of the population may have from this. I imagine, much like myself, they didn’t even realize that anything was different about them. This is not a disability, I don’t even think it’s limiting in any way, it’s just the way our brains are wired. We recall things differently and process information and it is really, REALLY not a big deal. At most it’s an interesting fact. 

So if you have aphantasia and haven’t realized it, don’t worry. It’s all good. 

If someone tells you they have aphantasia…..Well…Just don’t react like my mother. 

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands” (Simon D x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is the last drabble so enjoy!

Originally posted by yooneroos

Being with Kiseok was like a rollercoaster. There was laughs and tears, cheers and yelling, cursing and words of love, sharing a bed but also sleeping alone, but at the end of the day you were each others love.

You were the one. The woman he hoped he would find, the woman that he thought he had find but he was wrong, the strong woman but also the caring and loving. You didn’t need him, you had your own money, your own career, you didn’t lean on him, you were a queen to your own castle. That’s why he loved you, cause you had your own castle, he had his own and you made an empire, you were an alpha female, but you let him take the lead.

He had planned everything, every detail. He knew that whenever you thought of this moment, you wanted it perfect. He used all the help he could take, from his family and friends, at last everything was even better than what he thought they would be.

You thought it was just another date. You got all dolled up and put on your new dress, everything was carefully put together, but you were suprised when Jay appeared at your doorstep

“What are you doing here?”

“Just get in the car”

You decided to not question it and go in. It’s probably Kiseok’s work, he was always a bit over the top, like you. Jay helped you get out but didn’t let you walk away

“Wait a minute”

Suddenly a piece of clothing got infront of your eyes, he was blind folding you.

“What the fuck?”

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands”

“My eyes are covered idiot”

“I don’t want you picking, So close them”

You grunted at his words. You streched your arms in front of you and closed your eyes, His palms touched your bare back and he guided you somewhere, after a few minutes he stopped and you heard footsteps. You stood there, alone, This is how people die, you were just waiting for a clown to appear with a chainsaw

“Jay? If this is a sick joke i’ll kill you”

“It’s not a joke babe”

Kiseok. You would recognize his voice everywhere. You smiled as you felt his arm caress your cheek, after it you felt the blindfold being pulled away from your eyes. They were candles everywhere, along with rose petals in the colours of white and red. You were confused

“Can I hold your hand… princess?”

You were a bit suprised by his question, but you nodded anyways. As soon as he held your hand, you saw him putting a beautiful ring on your finger. You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed

“Kiseok-”

“I love you. I know we don’t say it often but… I really do. Say yes, please my hands are sweating”

“Yes”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you tried to hold up your tears, a wide bright smile on your lips. He held you tight for dear life, it was like he was scared to lose you

“Is this everything you wanted?”

“It’s way better”

anonymous asked:

Fic where Stiles is supposed to be meeting someone for a blind date and he sees Derek and assumes (wrongly) that he's his date. :)

Derek takes his credit card back from the cashier and moves down the counter to wait for his coffee.  While he waits, he sticks his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and zones out reading a pamphlet on the wall next to him.

Suddenly, he’s startled back into reality by a voice behind him.

“Hey, nice jacket.”

Derek turns around to see a guy standing behind him, huge smile plastered on his face and brown eyes bright in the dim lighting.  He looks the guy up and down quickly, appraising him.  The guy isn’t classically attractive, but there’s something about his angular face and the smattering of moles on it that Derek likes.  He’s not buff, but he clearly has some muscle definition beneath the layers he’s wearing-a plaid shirt with a brown Game of Thrones t-shirt underneath.

“Nice shirt,” Derek responds.

The guy’s grin gets even wider. “Thanks, man. Are you a fan?”

“Duh,” Derek responds, “I have HBO.”

The guy laughs at this and sticks his hand out. He has impossibly long fingers. “I’m Stiles,” he says.

A little reluctantly, Derek pulls his own hand out of his jacket pocket and shakes the guy-Stiles’ hand. “Derek.”

Stiles drops his hand and gestures at the interior of the coffee shop. “So, should I get us a seat?”

Derek stares. That was a bold move.

Stiles’ grin falters and he runs a hand across the back of his neck. “Or…not?”

Derek wonders how a guy who seemed so confident one second could look so tragically insecure in the next.  Something about how his face had just dropped so suddenly makes Derek say, “No, I mean…yeah. Grab us a seat.”

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So, Homestuck updated, and I just heard that apparently Hussie hired Toby Fox to do some special music for the last animation.

So, I pictured this.

A dark room. On the foreground we see the surface of a table, with a red rotary phone on it, one of those nuclear alert type phones from the 50s. Then SUDDENLY on the dark black background, a door is kicked open! Hussie is silhouetted MOST DRAMATICALLY against a blinding white light from the other room.

Then he starts running toward the phone! He runs closer, and closer, and closer, and CLOSER, and suddenly he’s next to the table and he’s HUGE, and we suddenly realize that the red phone and table are actually really, really, ridiculously tiny, our viewpoint was just really close to it, and he picks up the teensy weensy receiver and puts it to his ear, and says into it,

“Toby? I hope Undertale prepared you… Because for the Homestuck finale I need THE MOST EPIC BADASS MUSIC YOU’RE EVER GOING TO CREATE.”

That’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it.

anonymous asked:

Akashi + 3 fluff ! :3 thanks

I had sworn I’d never trust anyone again but I didn’t have to.


The first time he met you, he was bleeding out of his shoulder and you were stitching up the wound, and he had put a gun to your back when you made a scathing comment about the yakuza in Japan being up to no good.

“Don’t think that you can just turn a blind eye to this now, doctor,” Akashi had hissed. “I have never trusted anyone in my life to keep secrets. One word about who I am, and you will pay.”

And despite that, you’d laughed. “I took an oath, you know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a yakuza boss, and that I saved your life and you’re in my debt.”

“You…!”

“Keep still!” You had snapped suddenly, and meekly, Akashi settled back on the hospital bed, his grip on the gun loosening just a little.

He met you again just two weeks later.

It was in the middle of an alley on a stormy night, and you’d found Akashi by accident, unconsciousness and on the verge of death.

When Akashi woke up, he was in a strange apartment, fresh bandages padded over his wounds, and the smell of chicken soup wafting into the bedroom.

“Where am I?”

“Oh, you’re up. Feeling alright?” You turned around to smile at him: a smile he recognised, a smile that radiated kindness, something he had not experienced in the darkness of the yakuza in years. “I patched you up as best as I could with what I could grab from the drugstore without looking suspicious.”

“…You. Why did you save me?”

You frowned. “I’m a doctor. I have your life in my hands and it’s my job to keep it that way.”

At that, Akashi’s face went as red as his hair. Forever? Didn’t that mean…

Akashi raised the bowl to his lips, and hesitated. “I don’t trust you, you know.”

And despite that, you shrugged. “I know. I don’t care. Drink your soup and get some rest, alright? The police won’t find you here. You can stay as long as you’d like. You’ll be safe.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! You have some story about how was your photo ops?Like how you felt, how they treated you, how they were with each other ... I'm curious and I loved your photos!

Ok, so I’ll mainly post my stories from Sunday, because there isnt many stories from the other two days. Nothing in depth at all I mean. You ready? This is going to be a long post….

I first went up to Jensen after the gold panel (which was amazing) and I was the very first photo op of the day. So i got to stand there when he walked in and he was talking and stuff, so when i first walked up to him he looked at me and smiled and said “Hi”. At this point i had just taken my glasses off, so i get closer and he gets in more focus, and i squeak out a “Hi! I’m blind, I can’t see…” And then i step closer to him, and hes just looking down at me and I’m on cloud 9, and I ask “Can i cup your face and look into your eyes longingly?” And he holds his hands out in front of him and gestures (in that Jensen way of his) and says sarcasticly and teasingly “but you’re blind… you cant see.” So i laughed and said coyly, “well maybe i have to get closer then” and he just tilts his head back and “full-body” laughs and smiles and nods, so i step right up to him and put my hand on his face, and he puts a hand on my shoulder or arm or waist i cant remember, and suddenly i’m looking directly into those green eyes and it was just the two of us in the entire room.

(i dont exactly like how this picture turned out because i hate how chubby my hand is and also how its covering his entire face but i really liked the actual moment so it’s worth it really)

Now after that pic i had to run straight to the Jared M&G which was totally amazing. I’m not really allowed to talk about what happened in the M&G, except that essentially Jared is still really down to earth (he really doesn’t like spending a lot of money on clothing [not that Gen cares because she will but he loves her for doing so, because he freely admits he has no style whatsoever and loves that Gen will buy him clothes]), he’s aware that sometimes things he says on twitter and social media is taken out of context and that frustrates him a little, and that he is very passionate about raising awareness for mental illness because he has been affected in very personal ways from suicide. He also has a habit of showing off around Jensen and that gets him into trouble a lot (like he was skiing with Jensen this past week and injured himself trying to one-up Jensen). He also feels to be one of the luckiest guys alive to be able to come to these conventions and be with his fans, that the supernatural fandom is so unlike anything he has ever been a part of.

So after that, I run straight to the J2 photo op, and i’m taking my bottle of Makers Mark (that has been signed by everyone at this point [except Mark Sheppard] and J2) because in the exclusive Gold Panel they were talking about spirit animals and Jensen said that his would be a bottle of whiskey. Now I had already planned on having them sign the bottle, but now i knew i had to include it in the picture.

So I walk up to both of them and hold the bottle out to Jensen and say “Ok, i want us to pay tribute to your spirit animal Jensen” and Jensen takes one look at the bottle, grabs it out of my hand, grabs Jared and walks away. They both walk to the very back of the wall and then duck behind the grey backdrop (the picture backdrop thing) out of sight. So they are behind there for a solid 20 seconds, rustling around and I turn around to Chris and gesture like “what the fuck am I supposed to do?? i cant take my pic without the boys” and he gestures back like “i dunno?” so I stand there and then Jensen pops out from one side and wipes his mouth and is making satisfied sounds, and Jared pops out from the other side staggering around, then leans om me for support almost dragging me down with him. At this point i had noticed they didnt have my bottle with them and both were staggering around acting like they were drunk, and then they both pop back behind the pic thing. So now I’m just kinda really amused, and then they pop back out and neither have the bottle, and then once again Jensen goes back and grabs my whiskey. So he comes to stand next to me and leans in and he is just holding it, so I’m like, “no Jensen, i actually want us to do a tribute to your spirit animal, mufasa it or captain morgan it or something i dunno” and he looks down at me like he isn’t believing it, and then breaks into a huge smile (way to excited about this) and asks “really???” and I’m like “yes haha” so then he holds it out, but at this point hes really tall and he just kinda shoved the bottle in front of my face, so i’m trying to think where i need to move to be seen and then Jared holds his arms out gesturing at the bottle so now there are FOUR arms in front of my face. So i start to sink down, also holding my arms out gesturing, and suddenly i’m down on one knee (because lets be real that was the only way i was getting seen). But the issue now is, I’M AT CROTCH LEVEL, WITH A FACE FULL OF jENSEN ACKLES CROTCH. And at that point Jared looks down at me and says “where are you going???” because i then turned to face jared and got a faceful of his crotch too. So I pop back up with “I dunno” and then Jared and i both get down and then the picture was taken:

So then after Chris finally takes the picture, FINALLY, Jared starts laughing and smacks Jensen’s arm and was like “wait, can we do another? I want a retake! Wait, can we do a retake?” And Chris just kinda gestures helplessly, because when Jared asks to do a retake you don’t tell him no. 

So then Jared says “Jensen, tilt the bottle a little, get it more twards me.” and So Jensen starts to tip the bottle and then Jared looks at me and grabs me and pulls me against him and says “do your thing over here with me.” So i did. Let it be known I like the original better because I don’t have a hand covering my face.

So then after that was the Jared singles, which i went up to him and during Jared’s m&g he was saying how his outfit was new, he bought it yesterday, and also in the gold panel he was talking about how his hair stylist was asking him if he wanted to color his hair. So i really just wanted to touch his hair but i walked up to him and he smiled at me and I was like “ok, for this i’m going to be your hair stylist and i’m going to be braiding your hair. oh yeah, and i’m going to wear your jacket too” and he just kinda looked at me and then he sniffed himself and hes like “well, i’m kinda smelly” and i was like “oh i don’t care” so he laughed and then checked his pockets and went over to the table and set all of his stuff down on it, then took his jacket off and held it out for me to take, and then he started to put it on me. Only problem was the thing was massive, so my arm got caught in the arm hole and Jared had to help me get into it. And then i put my hands in his hair and it was bliss. After i took the jacket off and handed it back to him, he was like “why would my stylist need to wear my jacket?” and i was like “i dunno, because i’m stylish? don’t question it” and he just laughed. 

So then, because I had a second pic with him, i got back in line because I didn’t know what i was going to do. So when I finally got back up to him he shrugged his jacked closer together and was like “you’re not getting my jacket again this time” and i laughed and was like “well, can i have your scarf then?” and he looked at me and started to undo his scarf and was like “it’s all sweaty and damp” and i put it on and it was indeed damp and cold. and so i gave it back to him and i was like “wow it was damp” and hes like “hey, you asked for it” and i was like “touche” and he laughed. so then i was leaving and i saw Cliff staring me down and i smiled and held ouy my hand for a high five and Cliff gave me a high five and was like “youre not getting his pants for the next photo”

Now the girl that was standing behind me in line for the J2 and my first Jared said this:

“Oh my god it was HILARIOUS! I wasn’t paying much attention to everyone else during the j2 simply cause they are adorable and entertaining but I know I heard everyone laughing. For the jared solo there was a combination of laughing, comments along the lines of "she’s wearing his jacket!” And “oh my god!” But I think my favorite part was the one security guard, as you were trying to get the jacket on, signals to the rest of the line and shouts “AND NO DOING THAT!” Lmao I was so entertained. And jared was falling all over you! Honestly, it was much nicer looking at them than the crowd"

So there was that. 

Now after this came the trio, which i don’t really have a story for. I just told Jared that he was supposed to act scared and to cling onto me like a monkey, and Jensen was pissed at Misha and had his hands in his fists. I love the way it turned out:

Now after that came the Jensen/Misha one, where I made Jensen and Misha both wear glasses. This kind came all on their own:

Then i got back in line for Jensen/Misha i got back in line and I asked for a jumping picture, but then I derped hard-core so Chris had to retake it:

And then finally, my J2 session two was the last one of the day, and I walked up to Jared and he just laughed and shook his head like “you again?? back for more?” and i was like “so heres the shocker… i’m out of ideas” and Jared just shook his head at me, and then Jensen said “whats going on?” and i turned to look at him and I was like, “so big surprise, i am out of ideas” and Jensen just sighs and looks at me in the “really? you serious?” way of his and then he just grabs me and pulls me flush against him, and suddenly my leg is around his waist and hes holding it up, and then Jared’s hand is on my thigh and hes pressing himself into me from behind. 

And that is pretty much it for my photos with J2M on sunday. My autograph with Jared was really personal so i’m not going to share what we talked about or what he said but he remembered me and promised me something that I will take to my grave. <3

STORY TIME my blind coworker is absolutely hilarious, she borrowed my phone charger and then I needed it back so I asked her where she put it and she kept telling me “It’s near that desk it’s literally right there I put it right there!” and I just couldn’t find it at all because the desk was very messy and she kept saying “It’s right in front of your nose!” and I kept looking until I gave up and she suddenly shouted “OMG YOU’RE SO BLIND THIS IS CONTAGIOUS” and she literally walked over to the desk and found it immediately

Nightfall in Zürich meant a large shift in warmth, Fareeha noticed, watching the sunset on a bridge. She peered into the Limmat at dusk, where clouds receded as fog rolled over the deepening blue river. Ripe for an evening date. She breathed, saw her breath condense and shuddered, pulling on a navy blue overcoat she’d kept pressed to her stomach. She put on fingerless gloves and jammed her hands into the pockets. The days spent abroad with Helix Security International and her mother on occasion were never this chilly. Which was better: wait for her blind date or wait so long she got a cold?

Fareeha tucked her chin deeper into her collar. “The hotel is half an hour away.“ She mumbled consolingly. She checked a set of selfies from the afternoon with her back pressed against cast-iron railings, then her messages to confirm that indeed, she was at the right place at the right time and her partner was "om y way”.

She didn’t really mind waiting as long as her blind date was trying to reach their meeting spot instead of leaving her in the unknown. There were landmarks around she could go to. Bars. Bars with karaoke. Returning to her superiors for a refresh on security detail before midnight passed was an option too. All the less fun without someone else around. Fareeha sighed and glanced around the bridge. A few Zürich locals or other tourists passed by, responding supportively whenever she greeted them with a little Swiss German. Cool wind without bite continued blowing over and soon she adapted.

Her phone buzzed.

‘Quaibruecke? Or was it muensterbruecke’

‘I think it was muensterbruecke’

'Im so sorry ill run there’

'You don’t need to’

'No it’s fine you’ve waited long enough’

'Please be careful’

'I will :)’

“Hm.” Fareeha smiled. She faced the railings, star-gazing. Has anyone ever fell into the river by accident before?

She couldn’t follow through the imagination of fishing her date out of the water before muffling her laughs. A frantic patter of feet against stone startled her. She turned to see someone dash up to Münsterbrücke, clearly fatigued, meters away. For a chilly evening they were dressed in light clothing and between black leggings and white sneakers their ankles showed. Fareeha stared as they slumped to a stop, the hood of their sweater plopping onto their head.  Her mind clicked and she stepped forward.

’Are u almost there?’ She sent to her blind date.

The person seemed to be assuring an old couple they were okay until their phone rang. As they rose from their slouch, a lamppost lit them: a familiar platinum blonde mashing out a response and slicking back their long hair, keeping their fingers planted through them and distraught from her toes to her eyes.

Fareeha stopped breathing. The blonde pocketed her phone and dashed. "Dr. Ziegler?” Fareeha called out.

They skidded to a halt. Her gloomy look mellowed out as she turned to Fareeha with a smile. "Fareeha!“ Angela hurried forward. Fareeha waved back and pushed off from the railing to meet her. Angela lived here, after all, so to see her around was no surprise but a delight nonetheless. And their last meeting was through a video chat weeks ago. Under the moonshine, darkness framed Angela’s features softly, steps steady and clomping across the bridge, a great alternative in Fareeha’s opinion to fluorescent lighting that could burn a sun, a laggy signal and Angela slumped over her arms, out like a light if she even tried to rest her head once for a few minutes after a particular taxing day.

Once they stood a breath apart, Angela reached for Fareeha’s shoulder and pressed quick air kisses by her cheeks. Fareeha followed. Left, right, left. Angela’s lips brushed by her ear while drawing back, eliciting a shiver from her. "Good evening, Angela.”

“Same to you, Sunneschii.” Angela said hoarsely. Fareeha looked her over. Angela’s skin stayed flushed and her lips parted from running. Surprise flashed across her face, and she squeezed Fareeha’s shoulder before stepping away. "You have, ah, caught me in a hurry.“ She breathed.

"Where were you running to?”

“A blind date.” She shrugged, eyes wandering to Fareeha’s hands. She lifted them up to her eye level to examine, her own just as warm and caressing. "I’m really late though and came here to see them, but they might be gone. However, seeing you and your healing thumbs are wonderful.“ She cleared her throat. "I didn’t think I’d see you again!”

“Was that to me or my thumbs?”

“Both.” She insisted, grinning. Her face fell suddenly, for a reason Fareeha knew to remedy.

“So Angela, I got your message.”

“W-What?” Angela looked like she put a fork into an outlet. Nothing Fareeha couldn’t relate to. She should have been more specific.  Angela blushed. “Well! I…what did you think?”

“'What a coincidence…’” Fareeha presented Angela her messages.

Staring them down in quiet disbelief, Angela dissolved into quiet laughter. "Oh, well. This is a pleasant change of plans.“

"Same. Where should we start? I’m staying at a hotel half an hour away and free the next day too.”

“Heldenbar. Ach, gopfriedstutz, why not I show you where I’m working? I can show you around all the way there.”

“Yeah.” Fareeha said. She didn’t have anything more to say but rejoin their hands and thread their fingers together. She lowered them out of instant sight because, while she loved showing affection outside of her work and with her loved ones, from a few light kisses to flirtatious remarks tossed all over, she really wasn’t ready for the locals’ reception. Joining hands felt abruptly taboo and she certainly could sense her hands would go clammy in dread, waiting to be called out. All without her companions around and within the city and its rules.

She shut her eyes and moved back until she no longer felt Angela’s breath on her face, a warm trace of anise, unlacing their fingers gently before Angela could feel them tremble.

“Fareeha, what’s wrong?” Angela’s voice grew closer.

“Is this okay?” Fareeha whispered. “Can we date here?”

“We can. It’s Zürich…Switzerland is more accepting than Egypt.”

With much of her breath largely returned, she opened her eyes to Angela smiling in reassurance, eyes questioning as she raised her hands at Fareeha’s waist. Fareeha guided Angela’s hands there and hugged, chuckling her nerves away as Angela rubbed the small of her back, both of them pressed against each other. “Zürich, huh? What do you mean?” Angela walked backwards, leading Fareeha into the railing to avoid blocking passerbys.

“Two words, Fareeha. Gay capital.”

“Of Switzerland?”

“Yes.” Fareeha tilted her head to look at Angela’s face. She looked mighty pleased with herself for confirming it. “Where should we go?”

“Somewhere gay.” Fareeha said succinctly.

Angela grinned. “But we already are. Right here.” She winked.  There was a pause. “I see.” She draped an arm around Fareeha’s waist and beamed.  "Let’s go.”

Fareeha pocketed her gloves, feeling no need for their use for the rest of the night.

So it started out as a drabble...

So this started out as a drabble for imaginexhobbit.  However, in the writing it grew to what it is now.  It is based on two of their imagines, taking the arrow for Kili, and the company finding out toward the end of the journey that you are, in fact, a girl.  So here it is, be warned there is fluff and it is roughly unedited. 

Untitiled- staring Kili/OC

I wasn’t sure exactly how I’d ended up in Middle Earth, but no sooner had my head settled that I saw a company of men clustered around me.  Looking up at my surroundings, I decided it was better to keep my mouth shut until spoken to.  One stood at the fore of the group, looking quite regal with his black hair hanging in long waves past his shoulders.  His beard was short, comparatively speaking, as it didn’t hang far below his chin. 

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Preference #6: You are in a serious accident

AshtonHis P.O.V.

Today was the day. The day were i ask the love of my life to marry me. To be mine and only mine. Forever. I been planning this for basically 3 months now to be honest and i wouldve asked earlier but i couldnt. I couldnt because i was scared. Scared that y/n would say no. Yea we might of been together for atleast 4 years now but still. Its just to hard to imagine being without Y/n as cheesy as it sounds. I got out of my room all dressed nice and ready to go to mine and y/n date and made my way downstairs. As i was walking down the stairs, i decided on calling Y/n to make sure she’s ready. I walked over to my phone which i placed it on the coffee table when i finished talking to the boys that i was finally going to propose to y/n. They were all happy for me. I grabbed my phone and realize i have 3 missed calls. One from y/n and two from an unknown. Confused, i called y/n but i went straight to voice mail which got me even more confused. Y/n always answers my calls. I then decided on calling y/n again but then a unknown number called. I debated on answering but i decided on doing so. Could be important. “Hello?” I ask as i brought the phone by my ear. I walked over to the small counter top separating the kitchen and living room, grabbing my keys as a male voice started speaking. “Is this Ashton Fletcher Iriwin?” I stopped mid air on grabbing my keys. I stared up ahead of me confused. “Yes? Who’s this?” I ask. “I am here to inform you that y/n y/l/n was in a accident 15 minutes ago.” I widen my eyes.”What?” I asked. “How is she? Where is she?” I ask. “She’s in Royal Adelaide hospital and she has bad injuries right now. We are not sure if she’ll make it.” I quickly grabbed my keys and turned off all the lights. “I’m coming!” I then hanged up and made my way to my car, ready to drive to the hospital. Finally making it, i parked the car and rushed myself inside to see Y/n family around. I gulped nervously when i noticed that they were all crying. “No..” I whispered to myself. Y/n mother noticed me and walked up to me, wrapping her arms around me. “She cant..” I whispered onto her shoulder tears threatening to fall. She pulled away from me and frowned as more tears fell from each other eyes now. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. I shook my head and pulled out the small box that i have no idea what i will do now with it. Opening it to reveal the diamond ring making y/n mother gasp and cry even more. I stare at the ring through tears. “Why?” 

Calum: (Btw, i know his birthday passed but just stick with it)

“Babe! I have to go!” I said into the phone. I was currently going to Calum mom house, Joy, to talk about the surprise party we were planning on Calum. But Calum thinks im just going for lunch. Calum sighed. “Fine. I’ll see you soon gorgeous. 2 more weeks till i see you.” I smiled as i put on my boots. “Yea, i’ll you too soon handsome. Bye, love you.” “Love you too babe.” We then both hanged up, already missing his voice. I grabbed my car keys from the hanger and walked towards my car. I reversed it  and drove away. After what seems five minutes later, i got a phone call. Fighting in my head if i should answer, i grabbed it, still driving, and answer without seeing the caller I.D. “Hello?” I ask turning a corner on a street. “Babe?” “Calum? Whats wrong? Isnt it 2 in the morning there in LA?” I ask as i stopped at a stop sign then looked both ways. I continued driving when there was no cars. “Yea i know but i wanted to ask you something!” I sigh slightly closing my eyes. “babe, you have to sleep. You nee-” But before i could continue, pain shoot everywhere in my body with darkness took over me. Next day: 
“Wake up soon y/n, please wake up…” I heard someone whisper and i instantly knew that voice. It was Calum. I tried to speak, but my mouth didnt dare move or no sound came out. I tried moving but i couldnt. As if my body had no energy in it. “Calum, i think you should get slee-” I heard a voice, which i think was Luke, tell Calum but he was quickly interrupted. “No Luke, i need to stay! What if y/n wakes up?” “Then we’ll cal-” “Damnit guys!” Calum said this time interrupting Ashton. “I need to stay with her. I need her to know im here…” He whispered, feeling his caressing my cheek. I then, with all my might, tried to speak. “Calum..” I heard myself say, still feeling numb. Then i heard gasps. “Shes awake!” I heard Calum yell with happiness. I then felt two large hands cupping my cheeks and a pair of lips kissing mines. I instantly smiled and tried putting my hand on his cheek which thankfully i did. I finally had energy in me. Calum pulled away when i fluttered my eyes open to see him smiling at me, tears threatening to fall. “Oh baby..” I whispered wiping the tears that fell under his eyes. “Oh my god, i was so scared for you..” He whispered and by now, the boys were now gone. “Dont worry, nothing is going to happen.” I whispered kissing his forehead. “But you were almost gone..” He whispered frozen, trying to process what he just said. I pecked his lips and whispered against them “Your not getting rid of me babe, i wont let it happen.”

Micheal: 

I look around the studio, confused on seeing the boys but not Michael here. “Boys?” I ask. Luke, Ashton, and Calum smiled at me. “Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” Calum asked fixing his guitar turning peg. I gave him a confused face. “I thought he was here…” It was their turn to look at me confused. “Really? Well, he isnt here. Not that ive seen him. Boys?” Luke ask the others which cause them to shake their heads confused. I nodded still confused. “Oh, okay then. Thank you though. Bye boys!” I said waving goodbye to them as they did too. I made my way out, into the car and drove home. While the drive home, i was really confused why Michael wasnt at the studio when he said earlier he was going. Would he be lying to me? I shook my head as i turn my the corner to out apartment, to reveal Michael car in the driveway and a unknown one beside it. It was a small beatle car which got me even more confused. There something wrong… Parking my car, i got out and walked inside leaving my bag there. I open the car and was about to yell out Michael name but stopped when i already his voice. “Babe, dont worry about it, she’s nothing to me.” I gasped quietly not wanting Michael to hear it. “Oh yea? Then when are you going to finish her? I want to be with you Mikey.” A female voice was hear. I gulped nervously as tears were already falling down. I made my way to the living room to see a girl on Michael lap, kissing each other faces. I coughed getting their attention. Michael eyes widen when he saw me, regret and guilty clearly shown as the girl just had a stupid smirk on her face. How much i wanted to slap it off her cake up face. I smiled at Michael through tears. “Having fun there arent ya Mikey?” I said. Michael just remained silence for a minute before he said “Im sor-” I shook my head stopping him. “Dont you fucking dare say ‘im sorry’ Michael. And honey?” I ask to the girl who continued sitting on Michael lap, a sweet smile on her face. “This bastard is all yours.” I then turned around hearing her gasp. I got in the car, hearing Michael now yelling my name. “Y/n! Y/n wait!” I reveresed and muttered ‘fuck.’ when Michael also got into his car, reveresed it, and started following me. Thankfully the roads were clear of cars since it was already night. I pushed the pedal harder, getting more speed and glancing at the rear view mirror making sure i get lost of Michael but he was still there, engine running behind me. I then made a turn, which was a big mistake. Headlights blinding me first thing with the sound of beeps repeatedly sounding was the only thing i witnessed. Hardly hearing Michael yell “Y/n!”

Luke: 

His P.O.V. “Lukeeee.” “What Michael?” “Let’s play some FIFA!” I shook my head at him continuing waiting for y/n to text back which was taking a while. I was getting worried to be honest…. “Why not? Your just staring at the stupid phone everyday.” I rolled my eyes putting my phone inside my pocket and muttering “look who saying it.” I was about to get up to the kitchen when suddenly my phone starting ringing. I grabbed it and see it’s my mum. I answered and brought the phone into my ear. “Hey mum.” I said smiling. “Baby…” She whimpered making me frown. “Mum?” I asked confused. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Y/n…” I got more confused. “Y/n?” Mum started crying as Michael was looking at me confused. “Mum, what’s wrong with y/n?” I heard her take deep breath and say “she’s in the hospital…” “What!?” I yelled out causing Michael to flinch. “She got in a car accident by a drunk driver sweetie…” “What hospital?” I ask quickly making Michael stare at me shock. “Kaiden mill hospital.” “I’m coming.” I said hanging up and grabbing my jacket, Michael following me. “Hospital? Is everything okay?” He ask. “Y/n. Hospital.” With that, both me and Michael left to the hospital. Finally making it, we quickly went inside and found my mum sitting on the chair waiting room. “Mum? Where’s y/n!?” I ask quickly running up to her. “Room 147.” She said and I quickly ran my way to her room. I didn’t notice Michael decided to stay by the time I was already in front of the door, y/n’s door. I grabbed the handle and turned it, opening it and entering it. I gulped at the view. Different wires were literally attached on her…. I gulped and made my way beside her, I grabbed her hand and gently kissed it. “Oh y/n…” I whispered… The only sound audible was the beeping of her beating heart. I grabbed a chair and sat down by her, tears falling. I took a shaky breath when I suddenly felt a hand squeeze mine. I smile at y/n sadly, then leaned onto kiss her forehead. “How are you feeling?” I ask. She shrugged. “Good, better if you lay here with me….” She whispered but I shook my head. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you.” I whispered more tears falling down. “Like right now… Your hurt and i wasn’t there to protect you…” It was y/n turn to shake her head. “Come please.” “But-” “Please?” She ask making the puppy face I could never say no to. I sigh and nodded, laying down beside her, making sure not to hurt her. I kissed her forehead, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m so sorry…” I whispered. “Don’t be please…” She whispered. “Nobody couldn’t stop him.” She whispered caressing my cheek. I hide my face against her head, kissing it. “But-” “Shh, please just, stay here with me.” I sighed moving my face to hers and kissing her lips. “I love you… So much.”

Title: The Pianist on the Subway / Chapter 20
Pairing: JohnDave
Warning: None

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