i like the way this came out mhm

Not a bad date- Shance Fluff Week Day 4

I’m realising how short almost all my submissions are, but hopefully, you still like them. Enjoy.

“I can do this.” Lance said

“You can do this.” Pidge encouraged

“I’m a smart person.”

“Yes you are.”

“I am good enough for Takashi Shirogane.”

“And if he doesn’t see that, I’m so kicking his ass.”

Lance glanced over to Pidge. “Thank you for defending my honour.”

“Kicking my brother’s ass is tons of fun. Kicking his best friend’s ass will be even more fun.  Now Lance, you can do this. Deep breathes and go over there and ask him.”

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Hate - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by all-sorts-of-smuff

Words: 1491
Pairing: Pietro x (f)Reader
Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: swearing, rude bickering
Author’s Note: SO I totally ran out of time to write so here is an imagine I’ve had written for a bit but I still really like this one because, well, it’s PIETRO!


“Watch where you’re going.” You said as Pietro walked past you and hit your arm in the midst of it.

“Mhm.” Pietro just rolled his eyes. “Says you, always in my way.”

“Maybe if you actually slowed down for once, you could actually do something right.” You fought back.

“If you actually came to training on time, then maybe you’d be able to catch up.” Pietro said.

“Maybe if you were a little more of a human, then I wouldn’t have had a broken arm.” You said, referring to a mission that ended you with a broken arm; what a great partner Pietro was.

“And maybe if you weren’t so clumsy all the time, then you would not have had a broken arm.”

“I’d love to kill you.” You whispered as you got closer to him.

“Ha, funny, so far I’ve been close to death multiple times- and I’m still here. I just do not die.” Pietro said.

Wanda looked over at Steve, while she watched you and Pietro bicker. “This is getting worse every day.” She said.

“Yeah, I know. One day they might actually kill each other.” Steve said quietly and Wanda flinched. “Sorry- I know you don’t like seeing your best friend and your brother fight.”

“No, we have to do something about this.” Wanda said to Steve.

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• okay, Jumin would barely know what a zoo is.
• “Is it a commoner thing, MC?”
• He would rent out the ENTIRE zoo.
• Jesus Jumin, chill.
• He would be bored the whole way through, only finding entertainment in your excitement.

• “Look at the zebra, dear!!”

• “Mhm, love”

• You could tell that he was bored, so you dragged him over to the big cat part of the exhibit

• and OH!

• His eyes lit up

• “MC, they’re like big Elizabeth’s”

• “Uhh, sure, honey,”

• He’d love all the cats, I swear

• He would try and open a zoo for big cats through C&R

• You had to literally talk him out of it because poor Jaehee would be stuck with the entire project.

• He tried to call one of the cheetahs over, but that thing came running and he JUMPED.

• Jumin wouldn’t realize that there was glass in between him and the cheetah, so he would be TERRIFIED.

• “Jumin, honey, there’s a wall. She can’t attack you, it’s okay”

• You may or may not have laughed at him, but shh.

• Overall, he would really enjoy just spending time with you.

Fanfiction Reader-Insert Submission

Title: Hug It Out

Characters: Charles x Reader, Raven, Hank, Erik

Word Count: 1352

Rating: PG (nothing sexual happens, but some characters think it does)

Summary: Based on the imagine “Charles being upset and wanting to cuddle”. Charles has a bad day and the reader just cuddles with him to help him relax, but the others think that more happened.


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Emotions - Marco Reus

I sat anxiously watching the Borussia Dortmund game. The stadiums atmosphere was electric and the fans were buzzing. The games tension was rising by the second and it was affecting the players. Throughout the entire game Marco had been on the receiving end of unnecessary tackles and challenges and I could tell he was going to blow.

I hoped, for his own sake, he didn’t. Marco tried not to let his anger come out during games but I knew it was gonna happen soon. I could tell by Marco’s body language that he was close to snapping. I had never seen Marco snap.

After another tackle was forced onto Marco instead of waiting for the referee and the officials come over, he took matters into his own hands. He jumped back onto his feet and pushed the player who had inflicted the tackle on him. The other play immediately reacted, shoving Marco back just as hard. I held my breath, hoping the altercation went no further. Marco began to get close to the players face, probably saying profanities and insults. The other players team mates began to surround Marco and he looked incredibly outnumbered. Thankfully Mats and Kagawa were quick to his rescue, backing the teams players off and pulling Marco out of the other players personal space. 

The referee finally made it to the part of the field where the altercation had occurred and called over the player that had fouled Marco over. After a few seconds a yellow card was held in the air. Then Marco was called over and was swiftly awarded a yellow card for his reaction. Marco walked away from the referee cursing under his breath.

The rest of the game Marco avoided tackles but it was easy to see that he was pissed off, not only with the players that had fouled him but with himself for reacting and letting his emotions get the better of him. The full time whistle was blown and the players exchanged handshakes and formalities before exiting the pitch. Marco kept his head down and Klopp walked by his side, probably scolding him for the incident.

My phone vibrated with a text from Marco a few minutes later. It read:

‘I’ll meet you at home. M.’

I sighed, knowing he was going to rant to me when he got home.


I heard a car door slam and the front door open. Marco was home. I had cooked his favourite meal, hoping it would help calm him down. I heard the thump of his bag being dumped on the floor and his footsteps as he walked to the kitchen where I was.

As he entered the kitchen I saw the frustration still present on Marco’s face. He went to the fridge, pulling open the door and grabbing a bottle of water before slamming the door closed.

“Marco don’t be like this.” I pleaded. Marco turned round to acknowledge my presence for the first time since he came home. 

“I’m just pissed off Y/N. I let my emotions get the better of me.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. I walked over to my boyfriend and leaned up, placing a soothing kiss on his lips.

“There’s no shame in that.” I argued back.

“I know, but I shouldn’t react that way. What kind of example am I setting?”. I hated seeing Marco upset with himself, he’s a fantastic player and the fans adore him. 

“Babe stop this. You know no one will remember this in a week. Besides the bad boy look is hot on you.” I smirked. Marco lifted his head up and I saw the smirk on his face.

“Oh really?” 

“Mhm.” I hummed, running my hands down his arms.

“At least one good thing came out of this then.” Marco said before pulling me in for a kiss.


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Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Final Chapter (8)

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Mention of murder, child abuse

Words: 1580

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 8/8

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Genre: Fluffy angst?

(A/N: I want to thank everyone who messaged me with encouragements and told me how much they loved this story. You guys kept me writing and it always brightened my day! I hope you guys like this last chapter! Please don’t steal or repost! Likes and reblogs are of course appreciated. :))

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

I was awakened by the obnoxious sound of my phone ringing. “Hello?” I murmured into the phone and rubbed my eyes. I was in Phil’s arms and I felt him adjust.

“Daniel,” I heard my mother’s voice. “We’d like to meet with you and Phil today. Are you guys available?”

“Phil,” I looked up to him. “Can we meet with my parents today?”

“Sure,” He kissed my forehead.

“Where do you want to meet?” I asked.

“How about at The Violet Spice restaurant?” She asked. We set up a time, and then hung up the phone. We’d be meeting in about an hour.

“I don’t want to get up,” I cuddled myself further into Phil. He chuckled.

“It’s a thirty minute drive, we have to get up, Dan,” he ran his hand through my hair. “Come on now,” he sat up and got out of the bed. I sighed and begrudgingly sat up. We both dressed into a button down shirt and dress pants, since it was a rather fancy restaurant. I grabbed a tie and walked over to Phil to see him ready, tie and all. I held out the tie to him.

“Can you help me?” I asked. He grabbed the tie and put it around my neck. He tightened the knot, and kissed me lightly once he got it fully tightened.

“There,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” I felt myself blush and I buried my face into Phil’s neck. I felt his arms wrap around me and we hugged before we walked downstairs and into Phil’s car. “Did your parents have a specific reason for meeting up today? Or just to see you?” Phil asked while he was driving.

“They didn’t say, I think just to meet up and make sure things are okay,” I replied. The rest of the car ride was silent for the most part. I turned on the radio after a few minutes and felt Phil grab my hand and squeeze lightly. We arrived soon and walked into the restaurant. We met my parents at a table and sat down.

“Hello, I’m Jennifer. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?” She grabbed out a notepad. We all ordered Coke’s and she walked away.

“How is everything?” My father asked.

“Good,” I replied. Phil nodded beside me.

“Are you guys getting along well?” My mum chimed in.

“We do,” Phil replied. He looked over to me and we both smiled.

“Here’s your drinks,” our waitress set down the drinks. “Do you guys need some time or are you ready to order?” We all rambled off various items on the menu, which she scribbled down and walked away. We made small talk until we got our food.

“So Dan,” my father broke the silence when we were all close to finishing our meals. “We wanted to talk to you about something today, and we figured it’d be best to have Phil with you.”

“About what?” I felt my heartbeat.

“Your nightmares, Dan,” My mum chimed in.

“What about them?” I set my fork down and I felt Phil’s hand grab mine under the table.

“Dan, for the first three years of your life, we weren’t your parents. We adopted you when you were three,” My father started off. I took a breath.

“What?” I felt tears brim my eyes.

“Just, hold on for a second. Let us explain,” my dad held up a hand. “Your parents, they weren’t exactly ideal parents. When the police took you into custody, you were found locked in a closet. They both admitted to starving you for days on end, along with locking you in the closet for most of the day. They weren’t able to afford adequate food for you, and your mother refused to breastfeed.”

“Is this a joke?” I stood up, I felt a tear slide down my face.

“No, Daniel,” My mum confirmed.

“The police found you after a murder was tied to your parents. It’s speculated by the police that you may have witnessed it. All of the trauma from early on could be what’s causing the nightmares,” My father continued.

“You told me you didn’t know what caused my nightmares,” I cried.

“We wanted to protect you, Dan,” My mum replied.

“I want to go home,” I looked at Phil. Phil looked to my parents and they nodded, as if giving permission that we could leave.

“We’ll be going then,” Phil stood up. He put down money on the table, grabbed my hand, and we walked out. Once we got outside, I couldn’t contain myself. I coughed from holding in the tears, and felt them pour down my cheeks. Phil pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me, while I gripped his shirt on his sides. “I’m so sorry, Dan,” he whispered. I hiccuped, my cries were vocal, and I felt my nose run.

“I want to go home,” I repeated.

“We’ll go,” Phil grabbed my hand and led me to the car. He opened the door, and I sat inside. He got into the driver’s seat and started driving back home. I curled into myself, bringing my knees up to my chest. My parents weren’t my parents. And my real parents were killers, who abused me. I whimpered and continued to cry for the rest of the car ride. Once he pulled into our house, I felt him pull me into his arms and carry me to our flat.

“It’s all so fucked up,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.

“I know, bear, I know,” Phil and I stood in the entryway of our house. Phil and I walked back to our bedroom, and I took off the shirt, tie, and pants. I crawled into bed in my boxers, not bothering to put pajamas on. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Phil asked. He was standing at the foot of the bed, still in his clothes. I was cried out, I didn’t have anymore tears for the time being. I felt numb.

“Will you take a bath with me?” I asked. Phil and I have seen each other in our boxers, having changed in front of each other, but never fully naked. I didn’t care, I just wanted to take a relaxing bath, but I didn’t want to be alone.

“Okay,” Phil replied. I sighed and rolled out of bed and to the bathroom connected. “Are you sure?” Phil asked once we both got into the bathroom. I nodded. He started up the bath, checking the temperature a few times before he pulled off most of his clothes, leaving his underwear on. “Maybe we should leave our boxers on,” Phil said.

“Alright,” I shrugged. My eyes burned from crying so hard, and I had a headache. The bath filled, and Phil stepped in. I stepped in after him, sitting on his lap. I curled into a ball and rested my head on Phil’s chest. I closed my eyes and felt myself relax in Phil’s arms. He brought a loofah onto my back, chest, and arms, cleaning me slowly. We stayed like that for a while, before we both started to get cold and decided to step out.

We got into bed and Phil pulled me into him. “I love you, Dan,” he kissed my forehead.

“I love you, Phil,” I murmured. We stayed in silence for a while. “I don’t want to fall asleep,” I admitted.

“I’ll be here,” Phil replied.

~~ 5 years later. Dan is 19. Phil is 23. 3rd person P.O.V ~~

Dan walked out of his weekly therapy session and to his car. He pulled out his phone and called Phil. “Hey, Bear,” Phil answered the phone.

“Lion,” Dan smiled. “I have to stop into work, so I’ll be home a little later.”

“Don’t let them keep you too long. No amount of video production is worth missing me,” Dan could almost sense Phil’s smile while he said that.

“Mhm,” Dan agreed. He graduated from high school last year, and found a career doing video production, something he loved. “I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Phil replied. Dan hung up and started driving to his job. He walked into the meeting, apologizing for being late like he always is. They finished the meeting fairly soon, and before he knew it, he was on his way back home.

“I’m home, Philly!” Dan called when he walked in the door.

“I just got the mail,” Phil came out from the kitchen toward Dan. “Margaret’s invited us to her wedding,” he was looking at a piece of paper.

“Good for her, I’m glad she’s found someone she likes,” Dan took his coat off and hung it up. Phil wrapped his arms around him. It has been exactly five years today since the trial against Andrew, they were both acutely aware of that fact. Since he was a minor, he got off with parole, but he stayed out of Dan’s way after that.

Dan rarely got nightmares anymore, through therapy, medication, and the help of Phil, he was finally getting over his past. “Can we get pizza for dinner?” Dan asked Phil, turning around in his arms to face him.

“Whatever you want, love,” Phil kissed Dan’s nose.

“Well, I want pizza,” Dan replied.

“Pizza it is,” Phil replied. They ordered the pizza and curled into each other on the couch, binge watching movies.

(A/N: Gah! I can’t believe it’s over! I paced my kitchen for thirty minutes before finishing it. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. You should give me feedback! Feel free to message me. Thank you for reading, and thank you to everyone who has supported me along the way! P.S sorry for the rather abrupt and strange ending, I’m awful at ending stories)

Here’s a link to my other fics if you’re interested in reading them!

“I love you”

Author: deanwinchester-af

Words: 1k

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language.

Summary: No matter the feelings between them; ‘best friends before soulmates’ has always been the deal… Or at least that’s what they thought.

Beta by: @20secspnfam4 & @waywardlullabies

Day 3 of Countdown to Halloween Collab

Prompt: Baking + Cuddling

A/N: please remember this is a series, that’s written in first person and is also a tattoo soulmate au (dean isn’t a hunter and he’s in college) hope you guys like this one; remember to check out lau’s (@waywardlullabies) & karo’s (@loveitsallineed) pieces, and also to leave feedback ♥ xoxox.


Mary greeted me into her home with lovely hugs. She’s the sweetest and kindest person I know. Dean has a lot of his mother in him, her blonde hair being one of them. Walking in, I hugged her with the same love she hugged me. After breaking our hug Mary tucked her son into a brand new one. She placed a kiss on his cheek, ignoring the two days scruff. Dean’s curves lifted up forming a cute smile for his mother.

“You guys must be hungry.” Mary’s hands still on her elder.

“Starving,” Dean and I exclaimed at the same time.

She chuckled. “Get comfortable, I’ll fix you something sweethearts.”

“Where’s Sammy?” Dean took off his jacket, putting it along with mine inside the closet.

“He’s at the store with Jess.” Mary said from the kitchen. “They’ll be here any minute.”

“And dad?” 

She smiled at Dean, “Working late at the shop.”

I yawned once down on the couch.

“Rough night?” He asked, having a seat next to me.

I rubbed my fingers over my eyes. “Don’t start.”

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Putting the Pieces Back Together

“Is she awake?”

“No, for the millionth time.”She can hear voices all aroundher but can only clearly make out two male voices. She groans at the pain in her forehead and everyone falls silent.

“Clarke?” This voice is higher than the previous two and much, much softer. When she opens her eyes, she is overwhelmed by the sunlight, turning the faces around her into nothing more than shadows. The girl to her right helps her slowly sit up.

“Alright,” one of the male voices from earlier booms. “Back to work! Now!” Slowly her eyes adjust to the light and she sees four faces peering down at her. Two girls, both with long dark hair and two boys, both with shaggy dark hair.

“Clarke?” The younger of the two girls asks. “How’s your head?”

“My head?” She touches her forehead and winces.

“She should probably get some sleep,” the shorter boy suggests.

“Yeah,” the tall one snaps hotly. “If she has a concussion leaving her to sleep alone is a great idea.”

“Obviously we’d watch her. Despite what you may think, I’m not an idiot, Blake.”

“Guys! Can we not?”

“What is going on?” Clarke’s voice is shaky even to her own ears. All sets of eyes turn slowly back to her.

“Well, Murphy’s brilliant self knocked you in the head with a piece of wood.” Clarke stares blankly at the younger girl as she speaks. “Wait, Clarke? Do you know where we are?”

“Er, in the woods?” The girl blinks and straightens up, casting a concerned glance at the boy called Blake.

“Do you know who we are?” He kneels in front of her.

“Your name is… Blake?” Clarke glances at the other three people who now look completely shell shocked.

“Do you know your name?”

“Of course I do!” She says indignantly. “It’s Clarke!” There’s a brief pause and when no one answers her, she begins to worry that maybe that’s not the name the first girl had called her. “Right?”

“GREAT!” Roars the Blake boy. “WHERE’S MURPHY!?”

“What are you going to do? It was an accident, Bellamy.”

“I’m going to hit him so hard it gives him amnesia!” Bellamy storms off.

“Okay, now that that’s over with… Clarke, I’m Raven.” The older of the two girls smiles down at her and offers her a hand. Hesitantly, Clarke takes it and stands slowly. “This is Octavia.” The other girl waves awkwardly, still looking extremely concerned. “And that,” she points at the last boy. “Is Finn.”

“Um, it’s nice to meet you all,” this warrants a couple of uncomfortable chuckles from the others.

“Let’s get you into the drop ship and checked out, shall we?” Octavia points at the large metal thing behind them and leads the way through the tarp acting as a door.

“What is this thing?”

“It’s… this whole big thing. We used to live in space and we were sent down here as a sort of punishment in this thing… it’s not much, but its home. Here, sit.” The next half hour is spent with Octavia asking Clarke silly questions. Some of the questions work their way into her brain and spring loose a memory. Finally, Octavia leaves Clarke to rest and meets Bellamy outside the drop ship.


“I think she definitely has memory loss… just a slight concussion, she should be fine on that front. She remembers some things, like her mom, and life on the Ark. But after that? All of us? Earth? She has no memory of any of it. I don’t know if it will ever come back. When I was asking her stuff she seemed to recall certain things when I brought them up, but she said they were hazy, unclear. I think maybe if we give her a while she might remember some things, but who knows?”

“That’s not good enough. She needs to remember this. We need her to remember.” Bellamy reaches forward and begins to pull the tarp back.

“Hey,” Octavia reaches out and stops her brother with a hand on his arm. “I don’t think so, she’s sleeping. And since I’m the only other one with medical training I say no one is to bother her or question her until I release her. Got it?” Bellamy glares down at his sister for just a moment, but never being one to argue with her, he releases the tarp and heads towards the gates.

Life in the camp continues on as normal and when Clarke is finally released by Octavia it’s with caution that she leaves the drop ship. She moves through the camp with an air of amazement.

“You guys built all of this?” She asks Octavia as she leads her through the camp.

We built this. You helped. You and Bell are kind of the leaders around this place.”

“Hey, princess,” Bellamy’s voice makes her jump. She screws her face up at the apparent pet name.


“Can’t remember my damned name but she can remember that she hates being called princess.” He grins at her and lifts an eyebrow as she flushes red.

“Are we…” She leans closer to Octavia and lowers her voice. “Are we together?”

“What?!” Bellamy’s face flushes in turn. “No, absolutely not. If anything, you’re with Spacewalker.”


“That’d be me.” The other boy, Finn, comes trotting towards them, a smile on his face. “It’s nice to see you out, Clarke.” He has a kind face and warm eyes. And when he looks at her, she can tell that he definitely feels something for her. She wishes she could remember him.

“Yeah, it’s nice to be out.” The air becomes heavy with the awkward silence that stretches between them.

“Would you like to go out and relearn the area?” Finn asks, his eyes shining brightly and his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“Yeah, sure… why not?” Clarke glances uneasily at the other two but follows Finn anyways. The whole way out of the camp he chatters on, telling her about their time since they landed, how she first met him and how they’ve been in love ever since. As he prattles on and on she finds it hard to believe that she’d fallen so madly in love with someone in such a short amount of time. “But we hardly know each other.” She blurts out after a while.

“What?” Finn stops short. They’ve just barely made it into the surrounding woods when she spoke up. Now, she can hear the sound of what she believes is a stream to her right and what could only be birds high up in the trees.

“I mean, you seem so sure of it. That we’re meant to be and all… but you hardly know me.”

“It’s not like that, you know?” Finn takes a step towards her a gentle smile on his face. “When it’s right, you just know.”

“At this point in my life I don’t know much of anything.” She means it as a joke, but his face falls and she gets the tiniest feeling that she should feel guilty for saying that, but to be honest, she doesn’t. Instead of apologizing, she follows the sounds of water and pushes her way through some very thick underbrush to find the water moving slowly over the earth. They spend the rest of the time wandering aimlessly, and silently, through the trees. “Shouldn’t we be getting back?” Clarke asks as her stomach grumbles. “It’s getting kind of late.”

“Yeah, let’s head back.” Without really thinking about it, Finn reaches out and grabs her hand only to have her yank out of his grasp. “Sorry!” He raises his hands. “Habit… camp’s this way.” He leads the way back looking rather dejected. They once again fall into silence. On the way back she does start to recognize a few different landmarks, though whether that’s due to her memory coming back or the fact that they passed these exact places just hours before she’s not sure.

“Perfect timing, guys.” Raven greets them at the camp entrance. “Here’s some food.”

Clarke accepts a plate of food and settles onto the ground a little ways off from the rest of the kids. She’s staring down at the plate of strange looking, supposedly edible stuff when a shadow falls across her.

“It’s better than it looks,” Bellamy says as he lowers himself to sit next to her. “It’s just boar.”

“Boar?” She wrinkles her nose at the food. “Do I like boar?”

“I don’t know. The only way to know that is if you try it.” He takes a big bite out of his charred piece of meat and smiles encouragingly at her.

“It’s all just so frustrating,” she mutters around a piece of the boar, which, she is pleased to find, she does happen to like.

“What’s that, princess?”

“Not knowing anything. I don’t even know who I am.” She places the makeshift plate on the dirt in front of her, suddenly she isn’t hungry anymore.

“Well, you’re a pain in the ass if that helps any.” She shoots him a look of disbelief. “Seriously, you are. You’re too… good. Always doing the right thing, keeping a level head. You know, boring stuff.” He smiles at her and she is startled to realize that she actually likes that crooked smile very much.

“Thanks. But that doesn’t help any. You and Octavia are related?”

“Mhm,” he nods his head and swallows the food in his mouth. “She’s my baby sister. I actually named her,” he says proudly.

“But no one else here is related.” It’s not really a question but he nods in confirmation. “Why were you locked up and sent down here?”

“I came down here to protect Octavia.” Clarke doesn’t miss the way he seems to shut her out at the question. So instead of digging deeper she just nods.

“She’s lucky to have you then. This place is weird. I saw a bird with two heads today.” Bellamy nods again as if this is normal.

“Wait until you see the giant man eating snakes in the water.” Clarke’s eyes widen in horror and he laughs. After a moment he adds, “No but seriously, don’t get in the water unless someone tells you it’s a safe area.”

“This is terrible,” she groans resting her head in her hands.

“It’ll get easier,” Bellamy says as he stands. “And if you have any questions, I’m here to help. Well, so are the others, but they might soften it up for you. If you’re looking for the truth, I’m your guy.” He turns to leave.

“Bellamy wait! If you’ll tell me the truth, I do have one question for you… me and Finn… are we really together?”

“Uh, kinda. I’m not really sure what’s going on there. You’ll have to talk to Raven about that one.”


“Yeah, they were sort of still together when you and Finn got together. It’s kind of a mess.” Despite himself, Bellamy can’t help but smile just a little.

“Huh, he just doesn’t seem my type.” Bellamy full on smirks at that.

“Tell me about it, princess.”

Hi guys! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the prompt @palsstjude I hope you like it. I went a bit of a different route. 

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#3 How You Meet {Famous Series}

A/N: You can find rest of the famous series here. x



As scheduled Harry and the boys reached the x factor. Harry’s eyes couldn’t help not searching for you. After all he was so excited to meet you in person. After having disinterested conversations with the judges and other contestants, he finally saw you, sitting in a corner staring at your feet. Before he knew it he was walking towards you. “Hey” he said. You were startled by the sudden sound. You stood up as soon as you saw Harry Styles. “Hey” you replied trying your best to hide the fact that you were scared. “You excited?” He asked grinning widely. “More like nervous excited” you chuckled. “I know how it feels. I have been through it. But don’t you worry because your amazing and you are gonna be the best.” You felt good after talking to Harry though most of the time you weren’t listening but admiring his smile, his cute dimples, his emerald green eyes, his soft ,curly hair….. “Harry!” your thoughts were cut off when someone called for him. “Got to go Y/N. And good luck. And don’t worry so much you’d be great.” And he gave you yet another of his million dollar smiles and you prayed that he didn’t notice you blushing.


The boys had an interview today just half an hour after your interview. You knew about the rumour about you and zayn that was up last week. You kind of found it flattering that people could think that Zayn Malik would date you. You always had admired him but there was nothing going on between you two. So that is why when the interviewer asked you, “so is it true? Are you and zayn Malik dating?” You couldn’t help but blush at the question. “No…” You replied "But I won’t say I don’t want to… I mean who doesn’t?” You and laughed. You knew that this statement is going to be in every single magazine. What you didn’t know was Zayn standing backstage watching your interview. A small smile crept up his lips as he heard the words escape your mouth. After your interview you headed backstage. “Heard you wouldn’t mind dating me?” You turned behind to find zayn smirking at you. You wanted to die at the moment but you played confident. “I thought we were already dating…and you send me some 3 rose bouquets everyday…” you say remembering the article written about you two. He let out a chuckle. "So me your boyfriend was thinking about a date this Saturday?” You blushed and took out a piece of paper out of your bag. “Call me?” you said giving him the paper. Zayn smiled taking it. “I will." 


Niall was in the same city where you and your band were performing tonight.  How could he miss the concert of his latest favourite band. And so he was present backstage watching you and your band mates getting ready for the show. None of you’ll knew he was there and he planned to keep it this way. The entire concert he watched you go into an entire new world whenever you sung. You were thoroughly enjoying your performance and Niall loved your enthusiasm. After the concert when you saw Niall Horan standing and smiling at you, you couldn’t believe it. 1/5 of your favourite band was backstage and you had no idea about it. You started wondering if he liked the concert and only when you heard "You’ll were amazin’” in his Irish accent that you were calm. Even after your band mates went to change, you were still talking to him. You couldn’t believe Niall was saying that he was a fan of yours! Whenever you said something funny he used to laugh his beautiful laugh giving you butterflies. Finally a man from the crew called you and you had to go. But you didn’t want to and nor did Niall and so- “Hey Niall, wanna come to the after party?” you asked hopefully to which he responded with the biggest grin and nodded.


Louis finally got a break and was heading back to his home in Doncaster. He was standing at the London airport cursing the flight people for delaying his plane. He was just walking absentmindedly and dashed into someone. He looked down to see a girl collecting her ticket and other papers which fell down because of him.

“Ohh I’m so sorry” He said sweetly.

“No it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going” you said

“Well I wasn’t looking either.” He chuckled and you looked up at him. His blue eyes were wide open when he saw you. 

“You’re Louis Tomlinson!” you gasped 

“Yea and you are Y/N Y/L/N” he blushed thinking you know him.

“My sister loves you and she is gonna kill me if i don’t get an autograph or something. So if you don’t mind…” you asked before handing him a paper. “Sure. Well my sisters love you too.” “They do?” You asked surprised wondering how come? When the movie’s been released only for a week. “Yeah” Louis replied assuring you. “Well I loved your acting too. You were splendid.” You blushed at his comment. That moment the announcement of your flight came up causing you to frown. “That would be my flight.” “Oh! Happy journey, love” Louis said slightly sad that the conversation had to end here. “Umm wait” he said causing you to turn again. “Yeah?” “Can I get your number maybe?” He asked shyly regretting it at once. You blushed again handing him a piece of paper with your number written on it.


It was 11 o’clock of the night and you just couldn’t sleep so you thought why don’t you hit the gym. It had been some 15 minutes on the treadmill when you heard a hi from the treadmill by your side. You turned to find Liam Payne on that treadmill. Apparently Liam was staying at the same hotel and he too couldn’t sleep. After sending some 7 to 8 tweets on how much he wants to sleep but can’t he decides to go to the gym. He was glad he came here when he saw you, the one he wanted to meet for quite a long time. After debating a lot on what to do, he went with the “try to be cool” way. “Hey” you replied. “I’m Liam” he said like you didn’t know. You chuckled “Y/N here.”  Soon you’ll lost count of time in your talks and it was 1 am. “Liam it is 1 o’ clock. I think we should go and sleep.”  “Mhm” He frowned and left with you. When the lift reached your floor you wished him a good night and got out of the lift. “Hey Y/N” you turned. “Yes Liam?” “If you still can’t sleep, text me?” He asked hoping you would take the piece of paper on which he had scribbled his number. You smiled and took it. Maybe sleep can wait a bit.

A/N: Finally! Sorry for the delay. Love ya!



When You’re Jealous. this sucks I’m sorry.

You had just finished watching Hayi and Suhyun’s new music video. You couldn’t help but fan girl over their cuteness but when you saw Bobby and  the trainee from YG’s new girl group you couldn’t help but get jealous. 
You wouldn’t have mind if it were Hayi or suhyun. Why did they have to have her in the mv? You thought, letting jealousy creep into your mind. 

You went to the YG studio where IKON practiced to visit them. 
”_____!” They yelled as you walked in through the doors
“Hey babe” Bobby says as he puts he tries to put his arm around you.
Still upset about the mv, you dodge his attempt and go over to B.I. 
“Are you writing a new song” You said as you sat next to him.
“Mhm, wanna listen to what I have so far?” You nodded excitedly.
Hanbin removed his headphones and places them on you. 

On the other side of the room Bobby was glaring at you and Hanbin. 
“Are you guys fighting or something?” Jinhwan says out of breath, trying to recover from dance practice. 
“I don’t think so” Bobby replies baffled by the way you’ve been ignoring him since you came. 

“I like it!” You smiled while removing the headpiece
“I spent hours just trying to find the right beat” Hanbin replied 
“As expected, you’re the best, Hanbin hwaiting!” You said putting on your best cutesy face on. He laughed and pinched your cheeks. “You’re trying to make bobby jealous are you?" 
"How do you know?” you asked slightly embarrassed that he found out your motive. 
“Because you don’t act cute for anyone unless it’s for bobby or you’re trying to make him jealous.” 
You were about to reply when you were interrupted. 
You look up to see bobby with his arms folded 
"Yes?” you asked nonchalantly
“can we talk outside?" 
You nodded and followed him out the door.

"Why are you getting so close to B.I?”
“Why can’t I?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Why should I be?”

“Bobby .." 
"You’re being difficult” He sighed. 
“Babe” He whined as he grabbed your hand and looked at you with pleading eyes “Please tell me why you’re acting cold towards me" 

"I saw your mv, you and that girl make a good couple.” You replied with a straight face. 
Bobby realized why you’ve been acting the way you’ve been acting and smirked. “Jagi … are you by any chance jealous…?” He replied with a sly smile. You didn’t reply. “Babe, it was all acting, I promise. You don’t have to worry” 
“Who said I was worried?” You replied defensively. He stole a kiss from you. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous jagi~" 
You couldn’t help but smile from the butterflies he gave you with his kiss. 
"Let’s go back in, but don’t ever let Hanbin touch you again, only I can pinch your cheeks” you laugh as he grabbed your hand and walks you back inside the building. 


This was his “smirk” 😂

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