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Walking on Air

i.e. Jungkook takes his girlfriend to Hawaii

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, teasing, dash of angst, oral, and more fluff

Word Count: 7,272 (holy fuck, kill me. I wrote this in two days, plus I did a hell of a lot of research just for this scenario)

Anonymous Ask: “can you do a drabble for jungkook like you did for tae? Btw i loved the taehyung drabble a lot”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

*I changed the gif b/c the other one wasn’t working and it irked me.

A/N: Voíla! Thanks again for the ask Nonnie! Okay, so before you all read this go look up Westin Maui Resort ‘cause holy shit, I wanna go! 

Here’s a virtual tour of the resort: https://youtu.be/R7g3GfhG81Q

Important Note:Most italicized words in dialogue are in Korean. Non-italicized are in English.” *Y/N is a native english-speaker, but is fluent in Korean as well; and at this point in time, Jungkook is finally fluent in english.* (I apologize to those of you who aren’t native english speakers. I just thought it was an interesting concept, especially because I wanted to see Namjoon’s responses to this couple.)

-Also, Yeobo is a term of affection between typically older married couples, but I think it’s cute (and apparently so does real life Jungkook (*>ω<*).)

Song: Walking on Air by Katy Perry

As you stepped into the fresh open air outside of the airport on the island of Maui, you gasped.

“Holy shit, this is amazing!” You were in awe of the island’s beauty, having never been there before, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten to be so lucky. Who else could say that they’d been asked by their wonderful boyfriend to go to Hawaii with him and his 6 other friends, just ‘cause? You doubted there were many who could.

You circled in place, taking in as much of the scenery as possible. Everything was so vibrant and beautiful. From where you were, you couldn’t see the ocean, but it couldn’t have been too far away. You couldn’t wait to go exploring.

“Jungkook! Oh my god! Are you seeing this?”

Jungkook laughed at your outburst. “Yes, Y/N. I see it. Remember? I’ve been here before.

You turned to your boyfriend and glared. “Well, excuse me for being a nobody.

Jungkook reached out and touched your shoulder. “Yah, Y/N-ah. Don’t be like that.”

You slapped his hand away, and picked up your luggage, walking towards the van in a huff. “Whatever.”

Behind you, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your behavior. You could be so difficult sometimes. He caught up to you and grabbed your bags before you could protest, stashing them in the van. “Yah! Jungkook-ah! What do you think you’re doing?!” Said man turned and grinned at you before pulling you in for a quick kiss.

I don’t know what you mean?” He said innocently.

You pushed him off of you gently, and turned to climb into the van. “Aish, you’re so difficult.”

Jungkook followed you into the vehicle, and proceeded to sit next to you in the back. “Oho? I’m the one being difficult? Have you met yourself, missy?

You turned to him and scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?

Jungkook scooted closer to you, pressing himself against your arm, and whispered, “It means, princess, that you’re difficult sometimes,” and pressed a kiss against the tip of your nose.

You slapped his arm in retaliation. “Yah! What do you mean sometimes?

Jungkook just giggled as you repeatedly smacked his arm. “It means that the other half of the time, you’re my wonderful girlfriend, whom I love very much, and would do anything for.

He gently took the wrist of the hand you were beating him with into his own, and brushed his lips against the knuckles. You blushed shyly in response to his romantic actions.


Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, and bit his lip. “You’re so adorable when you get all shy.

Yoongi, whom you hadn’t realized had already climbed into the van, grunted tiredly. “Aish. How do you two have so much energy?

Jungkook looked surprised as well. “How are you still sleepy, hyung? You slept the entire time we were on the plane!”

Yoongi slowly turned to look at Jungkook. “Well, trying to get any sleep on an 11 hour journey in a flying lighting rod isn’t exactly comforting, nor is it the right setting to get any kind of real rest. Especially when I’m surrounded by idiots such as yourself.”

You snorted. “Oppa, you can sleep anywhere. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Yoongi huffed and turned back towards the front.

You turned back to Jungkook, shaking your head. “Who’s the difficult one again?”

You both giggled as Hoseok and Jin climbed into the seats in front of you.

What are you two giggling about back there?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows at the two of you, and smiled a bit in endearment.

You and Jungkook grinned at each other. “Aha… Nothing~.”

Jin shook his head at yours and Jungkook’s antics. “Aish, you kids. Buckle up because we are about to leave.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 18: All Hell Breaks Loose

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Author’s Note: Please don’t hate me! Violence and abuse are mentioned in this chapter. 

Jensen’s P.O.V.

I ignored Jared the rest of the car ride back into town, not wanting to rehash the fact that I should be talking to Y/N instead of sulking. I knew I should talk to her, and planned on it. But for right now, I needed time to myself, to think, and forget about the fact that every single woman I seemed to fall for seemed to stray.

As soon as Cliff pulled up to the corner, I was hoping out of the car, not even turning around when Jared yelled out the window. “Don’t shut yourself in! You need to talk to her or I will!” You heard him exclaim, before I pushed through the door and into the building. With my head down, I walked through the crowded lobby of my apartment building, ignoring the people standing around.

“Excuse me.” A voice said as a man pushed past me. I looked up, into a pair of dark brown eyes as they stared at me in curiosity as I tried to push past. “Can you tell me if the elevator takes a key? I need to drop something off at an apartment.” He said, and I finally stopped, frustrated.

“No, it doesn’t take a key. Now if you will excuse me.” I grumbled, entering the elevator, glancing at my phone as it shut. The weird man didn’t follow along, but I was grateful, knowing he probably would have tried to strike up a conversation, and I didn’t feel like talking.

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Inside Out

Time licks up my legs like flames. Multitudes on platform 12b watch their own changeable minds flit by on screens. I keep remembering futures in which there is no going back to coming in from the same rain. Hot in my chest, they make me more dear. All at sea memories are groundless now: your ghost only speaks to mine when the moment demands a riddle. I run a fever in circles around your decisions, thinking of the kisses under your breath.

Your silence is a believer, a person in its own right, with the promise of a past. I think you should come back before indifference tilts the balance, extinguishing us as well as the giraffes. Multitudes watch you now: accolades buoy you up and turn you cynical. Dark switches out for bare-boned brightness in the car. Streetlight solitude, acrid memories of incandescent strangers. It’s time. Legs all around move like water. Your ghost leaves me with the relief of absent poison.

Imagine #37 Fishing (Tyler Seguin) *requested*

“To be completely honest, I’m kind of tired of doing the typical dinner-and-a-movie thing with you. We should do something different this weekend,” Tyler said over the phone. He was on his way back to our shared apartment from his morning workout.

Tyler and I had been dating for a year, and it seems that we always did the same thing. We would always go out to dinner and hit the same spots downtown. We were just both really busy for our jobs, we didn’t have much time for creativity.

“I agree, we’re getting kind of boring. What should we do?” I responded.

“Hmm” he thought. “Why don’t we go fishing? I haven’t gone since I was in high school, and I know you haven’t been in awhile.”

I smiled at all the memories that popped into my head. I had grown up on a huge farm in Oklahoma, but since I moved to Dallas to work, I didn’t get much time to do those outdoorsy things.

“Yes! That would be so much fun. Let’s go when you get home?” I asked, really excited.

“Sure thing, babe. I’ll be there in like 15 minutes, I’m going to go steal some fishing stuff from Jamie’s house.” Tyler responded.

“Okay, see you soon. I love you! Can’t wait.” I said, knowing that he could hear my smile.

“I love you, beautiful. I can’t wait either!”

45 minutes later

Tyler and I were driving in his black Jeep Wrangler on our way to the nearest lake. His right hand was resting on my thigh. He was wearing a Costa hat backwards and a long sleeve Realtree shirt. I loved how my Canadian man could pull off that rugged country boy look.

“You know,” he began, looking over at me. “You’re kind of killing me right now in the flannel and shorts. Looking like a little Daisy Duke over there, baby.” I smiled. I was wearing an oversized flannel button down, torn up jean shorts, and a white tank top. My brown hair was down in messy, beachy waves.

“Is that a compliant, Seguin?” I asked. He squeezed my hand and laughed. “Because… we can always turn around and I can put some sweats on?” I said, teasing him.

“Well my girl looks good in anything, but I’m kind of loving this look right now.” He winked.

We pulled up to the lake and unloaded the jeep. “Babe, you should put the top back on the car. It’s kind of overcast outside, I don’t want it to rain inside your car.” I suggested.

“Good thinking, babe.” He said, as he put the top back on the jeep.

Luckily, the clouds in the sky had deterred others from coming to the lake that day. We walked down the dock and sat on the end, baiting our hooks.

After about five minutes of sitting and waiting, I had a bite. There was a lot of pull from the other end, so I stood up to keep from falling in the water. Tyler pulled his line out of the water and set it down, getting up to help me.

“Can my country girl handle it?” Tyler asked with a smile.

“I think so-“ I started, but then I got pulled forward by whatever was in the water.

“Woah there. I think this fish is trying to steal my girlfriend!” Tyler said, coming up behind me and putting his hands on my hands to help me pull the fish out.

We finally were able to pull a huge catfish out of the water. Tyler was still standing behind me and helping.

I turned around into Tyler’s arms, thinking he would let go of me and help me with the fish, since it was still flopping around on the dock. But he didn’t. His hands gripped my waist tightly when I faced him, and he leaned in to kiss me. As soon as our lips met, it started to pour.

I dropped the fishing pole, and my arms wrapped around his neck. He was pulling me closer and closer into him, our kisses getting longer and French. His tongue felt warm and comforting inside my mouth, and the way he sucked on my bottom lip aroused me just enough to let out a small moan.

I dropped down from my tip toes after about five minutes. Tyler took that as a hint, and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my center growing more and more warm and wet.

Tyler pulled back. “I guess it’s a good thing we put the top up on the jeep, huh babe?” He looked up at the sky, referencing the torrential downpour. I laughed and he began to kiss up and down my neck, causing me to tip my head backwards and moan. “Let’s go home” he said. “No, babe.” I said firmly. “I can’t wait that long”. A sexual look developed in his eyes. “To the jeep.” He said.  

The Game’s On- Part 1

Originally posted by inthisworldoranother

Originally posted by whatafantasyy

Request// That pack mom imagine was so cute! Could i request a similar one where the reader is the supernatural mom of the pack and she’s super protective of the betas (Isaac and Liam) but when she gives attention to one of them the other is jealous like Isaac will have night terrors and the reader will comfort him but Liam gets adorably jealous and wants attention from her so they both play a game of who can her attention and pit themselves against each other like Liam will pretend to be sick and ask her to lay with him just bc he knows she’ll take care of him bc he’s the youngest so this game goes on and later Derek and Scott catch on to know what their betas are doing and tell them in front of the reader and she laughs and says they’ll both be her baby betas and they both blush and she kisses their cheek like a super cute ending please 

A/N//Thank You So Much For This Request, We Loved The Idea Of These Pack Mom Requests So If Any Other Idea’s For A Imagine Similar To Pack Mom Please Send Them In. Hope You All Enjoy. I’m Going To Split This On Up Into Part’s So Part 2 Should Be Up Soon If You Would Like One.

Part 1  Part 2

I was always seen as being the supernatural mom to the the pack. I was protective of all of the pack members, but I was super protective of the two betas, Isaac and Liam. I just had the bond between them and I would want to keep them safe from harms way, but that was quite hard when they go off fighting. But I would always be there to clean them up when they get back home. Isaac and Liam would always stay round my house on the weekends.

Today was Friday so I went to the shop and got all their favourite snacks and drinks. When I got back home I decided to clean the house and make everything look neat and tidy. I brought down blankets so we could all watch movies that night. I had 2 and a half hours to spare till I went and picked the boys up from school so I thought I would drop by and see Derek, my best friend. When I got there he welcomed me with a big hug. We talked about all the pack going to my house tomorrow to have pack meetings.

Time soon flew by because it was already time to pick the boys up from school. I hugged Derek and headed to school.I parked up and waited in the parking lot. I soon saw the boys rushing to the car pushing each other. Liam swung open the front door and then Isaac pulled him back.

“I’m sitting in the front!” Liam shouted at Isaac,

“No I called shot gun first so that means that I sit in the front” Isaac shouted back, they kept arguing on who was going to have first seat. I found it funny how they argue over something so silly. Then I had an idea.

“Right boys! Stop arguing it’s only a seat, so no one is having it, both of you can sit in the back” I told them and they weren’t happy about that.

“But..” Isaac Began but I stopped him.

“But nothing just get in the back” I told him. Both of the boys got in the back and sat there with their arms crossed like little kids. I just laughed and shook my head at what just happened. It was silent all the way home.

When I pulled up into your drive I turned around to the boys.

“Right you not going to argue on who steps foot into the house first right?” I asked laughing.

“No” They both replied in sync, and with that all three of us got out of the car. 

“I should of got the front seat i’m older” Isaac said under his breath but I heard it.

“I doesn’t matter if you are older it’s a seat now I don’t want to hear anymore of this nonsense” I told them both. We all walked into the house and the boys took there stuff to there rooms.

Few Hours Later

We all had something to eat and now we all had a blanket each and were watching films. 15 Minutes into the 3rd movie Liam snuggled into me and I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed his head. Isaac looked over at both of us and saw what Liam was doing and he did the same. I wrapped my other arm around him and he also snuggled into me. 

It was starting to get later, it was around 11:30, so I unwrapped the boys from my arms and they gave me a look of disappointment and tiredness.

“Come on boys I think we should go bed, because I won’t be able to carry you both up there” The boys made a small smile and little laugh. They both agreed with me and we all went up stairs. Isaac gave me a big hug then he headed of into his room, then Liam gave me an even bigger and longer hug. Then went off to his room.

“Night Boys” I shout so both of them can hear me.

“Night Y/N” Isaac and Liam said in unison. I then made my own way to my  bedroom and got into bed. It took me a while to fall asleep, I kept tossing and turning, but finally around 1:30 am I fell asleep. But it wasn’t for long, because I was woken up by shouting, and crying.

I jolted up and raced to the hall to see who it was. It was Isaac.I rushed into his room switching on the light and grabbing Isaac in my arms.

“Come on Isaac, Everything is okay, it’s not real, It’s just a dream, just wake up” I told asking while rocking him. Isaac woke up and and grabbed onto me sobbing. I wrapped my arms around him.

“Isaac, It’s okay know I’m here, it was only a dream, nothing was real, i’m going to protect you, just come one just try and get back to sleep” I cooed. All of a sudden I saw Liam at the door.

“What’s up Li?” I asked as I helped Isaac try and get back to sleep.

“I can’t sleep” Liam told me, but you could easily see that he had just woke up. 

“Li just go and get back into bed and I will come into you in a minute” You told him as you could feel Isaac falling back to sleep. He gave you a disappointed look and went back off to bed.

After 3 minutes Isaac had fallen back to sleep I tucked him back into bed and kissed his head and went to check on Liam. I opened his door slightly, but I heard soft snores, he was fast asleep, so I went up to him and kissed his head then I went back to bed.

Next Morning 

Isaac’s P.O.V

I was sat in the kitchen, waiting for Y/N and Liam to come down the stairs. It didn’t take long till Liam came and joined me. And he looked mad.

“What did you call that last night?” Liam asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Call what?” I asked in confusion.

“You shouting and crying” Liam told you.

“I had a night terror” I said embarrassed looking down at the floor.

“Yeah really, you just wanted more attention off  Y/N” Liam accused.

“What no I’m not, I’m not the one who told her I couldn’t sleep, when I just woke up, and If I wanted more attention off Y/N I could easily” I laughed

“The Game’s on”

Part 2?

Wingless Empire

Parts I II

Characters: You x Kris 
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Major Feels

“Oh, what a beautiful day!” your husband stretched his arms out and drummed his fingers against his wide opened mouth as he yawned.

His long legs elongated passed the row of seats of the airport lobby to the center of the hall.  

“Easy for you to say!” you pouted, “I didn’t sleep a single ounce.”

YiFan froze in place.  “Did I kick around a lot last night?” he asked, already caved in guilt that he had stolen his newly-wedded wife’s beauty sleep.

You shook your head, “No, you were actually really sound asleep…” A bashful smile spread across your lips as you quietly added, “…and very cute.”  Hehe.

The left corner of his lips curled up as he caught your shy remark.  Like an expert, he extended his lengthy limbs out, as if they were wings, and draped them effortlessly over your shoulders.  “Then why was my Baobei not able to sleep last night?” he questioned as he planted a sweet kiss against your temples.  Immediately, the wrinkles on your skin smoothened out under his magical touch.

Biting your lower lip, you played with a leather tassel hanging from his jacket and contemplated whether or not you should reveal your insecurities.  What if he thought you were crazy or a chicken – or worse of all, what if he brushed your fears off as an over-paranoia, just as everyone else did?    

“Hm?” your handsome husband hummed as he pressed you tighter against his chest.  Naturally, you encircled your arms around his waist.

“Hm…are you going to laugh at me?” you poked your head out of his embrace and mumbled.

“Babe, what did I promised you, just a few days ago, before I slipped this ring on your finger?” his tone was unusually stern and serious as he stroked your slim princess hands with his thumb.

“I vow to cherish, to love, to protect you through good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, til death do us part,” YiFan’s wedding vow sung in your ears, filling your heart with sugared marshmallows and hot chocolate.  You melted back into his arms with the most foolish grin plastered over your face.

“Hehe,” you giggled into his chest.  He tickled you with butterfly kisses along your neckline and trailed his lips across your skin until his chiseled nose rested against yours.  Mischievous and greasy as ever, he shook his head back and forth to rub his nose flirtatiously against yours.  You succumbed to another fit of giggles and almost fell over your chair had your quick-minded husband not have caught you in time.  With cheeks painted in fresh coral pink, you gazed into his enchanted eyes of the galaxy, which sparkled brighter than stars in the velvety night sky.  Smiling his adorable gummy grin, he leaned in to pepper your lips with silly pecks.  You squealed in delight, coloring his world with vibrant colors and sunshines.

Was it possible to be this in love?

Abruptly, he pulled away.  You leaned in for another quick smooch but YiFan craned his neck back and shook one finger up to you.  Your brows furrowed together in utter confusion.

“Nuh-uh.  Not until the Little Bunny confesses to her hubby why she couldn’t sleep last night,” he recalled the previous conversation.


“Um…” you fidgeted around.  YiFan leaned in closer to notify you that you had his undivided attention.  “Uh…how should I put this?”  Legit struggle bus.  “I’ve never been on a plane before,” you simply laid out.


You peeped your head out to look at his reaction.  Was he laughing?  Was he disgusted?  Did he think you were ridiculous?  Instead, his handsome face appeared as a clean slate.  It wasn’t that you were ashamed or wanted to keep something like that a secret from him.  It was just so trivial that it never came up in conversations.  Both frugal people, you two hardly traveled and resorted to taking trailer buses or driving on road trips for mini vacations.    

“Hubby…” you tugged on his sleeve.

Instantly, his expressions softened into a quiet chuckle.  “What does that have to do with you not getting any sleep though?”  

“Hm…I’m…scared,” you finally admitted.


“Mmhm…” you straightened yourself upright to better study his reactions as you poured your heart out.  “What if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen, Babe,” he soothed.

“How do you know that?” you immediately countered.  “We will be flying in the middle of nothing for 15 hours!  What if we fall?  What if the engine breaks down?  What if we get sucked into the Bermuda Triangle?!” you counted down your worries.

“Honey,” he tried his hardest to suppress his amusement, “We’re flying over the Pacific Ocean.  We won’t even be remotely near the Bermuda Triangle.”

Okay, one down.

“Plus, thousands of planes fly around the world everyday.  It’ll be fine,” your loving husband comforted as he attempted to bring you back into the warmth of his caress but you backed away.

“Planes can go missing,” you frowned, “Ka-peesh Gone.”

“We’re far more likely to get in a car accident than have our plane reroute to Narnia, Babe,” he pinched your cheeks to try to turn your frown upside-down.  But you sulked even more.

You knew it.  You should have kept your worries to yourself.  Now you just felt like a paranoid kid at a dentist office.    

With a content sigh, the attractive young man wrapped both arms tightly around your tiny frame and spoke, “Even if something does happen, I’ll be right next to you.  I’ll protect you.  Even with my last breath, I will never let anything happen to you.”  

You thawed out into a puddle against him.

“Plus, I’m a dragon remember.  Hubby got your back,” he finished and attempted to flex his biceps but ended up accidentally punching himself in the face.


Cracking up like a maniac, you rubbed his bruise and murmured, “Ben Dian.  BenBen.”  Hehe.  I love you, Dummie.

A look of pure satisfaction spread across his face now that he had successfully gotten his worried wife to laugh.  As your giggles lightened, you subconsciously let out a lazy yawn.    

“Sleep on me for a while,” he suggested as your ear fell against the center of his chest.  Da-thump.  Da-thump.  Da-thump.  His heart sung carols merrily into your soul; you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your life.

But the loud, static noise resonating through the intercom instructed for your attendance at the terminal.  The tall attractive stud swung his legs over, stood up, and began to haul the carry-on luggages forward.  Stubbornly, you stayed still.  If even for another minute, the warmth of the cushion against your butt made you feel safer than the airy draft of the dark tunnel.

“I will protect you,” YiFan simply grinned and repeated.  His large hands stretched out to interlace through your tinier ones.  “I will never let anything happen to you,” he kissed you tenderly on the top of your head.  His deep voice never ceased to make you breathless.

With a dulcet smile, you nodded and followed along.  Securities matched your face with the one on your never-been-used passport, patted you down, and scanned you with metal detectors.  Not long after, you discovered yourself in front of the massive aircraft.

“Holy Mother…Lord…have mercy on my soul,” your eyes widened into golf balls as you sucked in your air and stared in awe at the size of the plane.  You’ve never seen an airplane up close before.  It looked like some warzone winged Stryker or some jet taken straight out of a sci-fi movie.  The engine alone could probably fit ten of you inside.

“Ho-how in the world can something so big go up like that?” you wheezed.

Beside you, YiFan smirked and playfully leaned into your ear to huskily whisper, “That’s what she said.”  You almost choked on your saliva.  

Oh my God.  Wu YiFan, you did not.

You turned to him with an expression of regret and speechlessness.  With a low chuckle, he tugged you along to enter the plane and locate your seats.  “Wow,” you kept mouthing at the spectacle.  Everything inside alluded opulence and sophistication.  People of different ages, from infants to senior citizens, gathered together to marvel at the beauty of different cultures and landscapes.  You grew humble at such a rewarding experience.

“Babe, you want window seat?” YiFan stopped at the middle of the aisle to ask.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Hm, I think you should take the window seat,” he concluded after tapping his chin twice.  You thought he had requested for a kiss and accidentally tiptoed and leaned in.  YiFan burst into uncontrollable laughter when you missed and got him on his stubby chin.  The elderly couple seated on the same row beamed joyfully to one another at the reenactment of young love.

“Are you two going on your Honey Moon?” the friendly grandma asked as the two of you settled down in your seats.

“Yes, we are.” your husband cheered, “I managed to trick this beautiful woman to say ‘I do’.  Hahaha.”

The butterflies in your tummy fluttered about.  How was he so darn perfect?  What did you do to deserve him?  With weakened muscles, your head automatically rested against YiFan’s broad shoulders.  He threw his arm around you as you snuggled in closer.

“You two are really cute,” the lady added, “Warms my heart to see young couples in love.”

“You two are even cuter,” you admired and then peered into YiFan’s eyes, “I hope we will grow old together.”

With a nod, he rested his chin on top of your head and answered, “We will.  We definitely will.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.”

You stiffened, “But not if we die on this plane.  Eep!”  Reflexively, you hid your face into YiFan’s shoulder blades.  He chuckled and pressed his soft lips against your forehead.

As the plane began to advance forward, your grip around your husband’s arm tightened until his veins protruded out but never once did he mutter a complaint.  Instead, he wrapped your body protectively within his wingspan and repeated, “I will never let anything happen to you.”

The plane lifted off the ground as air knocked out of your lungs.  And then you were flying – drifting miraculously mid air.  But most importantly, the two of you were still alive!  Cautiously, you peeped your head out of your hubby’s chest to check the surroundings.

“See, we’re fine,” he softly hummed as you loosened your grip.

“Are we flying?” you shyly susurrated.

“Mmhm, we sure are,” YiFan answered as you bravely turned around to gaze out the window. The wings of the plane zoomed through clouds as it accelerated higher and higher into the sky. Fields and buildings turned into mere blotches and dots.  Hues of purples, pinks, oranges, and baby blue bled together, enveloping you into the true glory of a sunrise.  Glued to the wonders of nature, you completely twisted your body around in your seat.  Another gasp escaped your lips.

“Hubby!” you called, “Rainbow!”  Excitedly, you tugged his sleeve and pointed out the window.  “I’ve never seen a rainbow this beautiful before!”

The vibrant saturation mirrored those in fairytale paintings.  Overwhelmed in utter bliss, you turned around to take a gander at YiFan’s reaction to the universe’s beauty, only, to catch him gazing dreamily at you.  

“Why aren’t you looking?” you asked dumbfounded, “It’s so beautiful, Honey, look!”  You directed him to the window again but his eyes refused to part from yours.

“I have the most beautiful thing in the world, right in front of me,” your husband earnestly spoke.  Endless colors reflected from your glossy orbs into his.  “I can see every sunrise, every rainbow, every star from your eyes.”

Your body sunk into the cushion of the seat as your heart exploded in incomprehensible emotions.  Every muscle, every cell relaxed under YiFan’s caress.  For, even though he didn’t have wings, his love gave you the power to soar through endless boundaries of the limitless sky.  A wingless empire.

“Get some sleep, okay?” the flawless human-dragon coated your heartstrings with honey.  You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes.  I love you so much.  He rested his lip right on top of your ear and you could almost hear him smirk.  The nerve-endings on your ear excitedly celebrated as his breath tickled your skin.  “…Because, Babe, we’re going to be up all night…” he naughtily remarked and added a sultry groan.  You slapped his chest.

a/n: AYOOooooOooo MY BUNBUNS!!!!  DID YOU MISS ME?!  TT_TT PanPan Unnie has been stuck in writer’s block.  I have so many stories which are half done but I end up giving up on them because for some reason writing angst makes me really sad now.  So here’s a random fluff I thought of last night because I’ve been getting lots of YiFan feels lately.  Maybe, this will turn into a light-hearted series :D.


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[ now there is a part II ;) ]                      

lucifers-endgame said: Hello! Prompt: Some sort of high school au where Dean is super shy and finally works up the courage to talk to the insanely smart and popular Castiel Novak, only to trip over his own feet and fall into the lockers in front of him (Based on my own experiences ugh).

Author’s note: Several people requested High School AUs where Cas is the popular one instead of Dean, and I don’t think I’ve ever written anything like that, so here you go. ;) 

Never in his seventeen years of being alive, had Dean had any ambitions to hang out with the cool kids. He was perfectly fine with his own little circle of friends, thank you very much. Victor, Charlie, Benny… It was good to have a group of people that you could trust and be yourself around. Friends who wouldn’t judge you for rather spending your Saturday nights staying in and watching Star Wars, than going to wild parties and drinking yourself into a coma. Hell, most of the time they’d even join Dean when he was having one of his movie marathons, which often ended in awesome sleepovers.

Yup, Dean’s life had always been just fine, nothing to improve. Safe, nice, uncomplicated. Outside of his friends, no one paid him much mind, but no one felt a need to bully him either. Which suited Dean just fine; as long as no one bothered him, he couldn’t care less about the jocks and cheerleaders who were considered school royalty.

But all of that had changed when, boom, Castiel Novak had moved to town, about three months ago. The guy had crashed into Dean’s life like an actual comet; whereas before Dean had never joined the trend of ‘having a hopeless crush’, he had it bad for Castiel. Dean still remembered the first time he’d seen the new guy walk the halls of Lawrence High; confident, chin up, a determined yet not quite snobby smile around his kissable lips. His hair that screamed ‘please touch’, and eyes so blue, Dean was sure they could paralyze a person with one simple look. They sure as hell had stunned Dean from afar on more than one occasion, and he hadn’t even talked to the guy.

Being that good-looking, and on top of that smart and a terrific football player, there was no need to explain how that particular story had ended… Castiel soon became the trophy that girls and guys alike wanted, also helped along by the fact that he was ‘new’ and therefore some kind of novelty. The kind of person that would hang out with equally popular students like Ruby, Gordon, Meg and Balthazar. Not with people like Dean, not ever.

Dean sighed wistfully as he watched how Castiel put his books away in his locker across the hall, talking to Ruby over his shoulder. Even from this far away, the blue of his eyes stood out, making all of the other colors in the room seem dull and boring. He  just knew that they had to be even more breathtaking from up close, but chances were that Dean would never find out.

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Part 2 - Find Me

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1.492


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After all the party, hell comes. Hangovers, nights that shouldn’t have happen, school…

Yeah I got those three, God loves me.

During the weekend I tried to focus on cleaning my room and doing my homework, that I never do, Mrs. Dillamond will be pleased with that, but that freaking night was always coming back to my head as much as I wanted to forget it, not that I remember all of it but what I remembered was enough for me to freak out.

That son of a bitch got me drunk so he could fuck me! Now he can say he fucked every girl in our school… ugh just thinking on it gives me the creeps.

I didn’t even went to the party on Saturday so I didn’t have to face him or his friends cause they knew it too.

I just hope that people in school don’t know. But knowing Hemmings he probably is bragging sleeping with every girl in our school, not the younger of course, not because they didn’t want it. Kids, even kids want him. I would give him to them in a blink of an eye if that made that damn night disappear.

When I arrived at school everything seemed normal. No weird, jealousy or angry looks so everything was good. Maybe he was ashamed to tell people he slept with me. He was very drunk too maybe he didn’t know what he was doing.

I made my way to my locker.

“Hey babe.” Rita said as she approached me.

“Hi.” I bluntly said.

“What’s wrong?” She made a face looking at me like she was examining me.

“Why do you ask?” I raised my brow.

“You seem sad, normally you seem always happy.” She explained.

“Something happen.” I whispered.

“What?” She whispered back widening her eyes and coming closer to me.

“Don’t freak out but I slept with Hemmings.” I whispered and her eyes grew wider. “We were too drunk I don’t even remember everything. And he told me-”

“Wait he told you? When?” She asked anxiously.

“When we woke up he told me-” Her eyes were almost coming out and her moth fell open.

“He stayed?” She almost screamed.

“SHHH! He said he fell asleep. He was too drunk.” I explained.

“Y/N he didn’t left!” He whispered.

“It was nothing he just fell a-”

“He didn’t left and he always does, that means something.” She objected. “Who else knows?”

“His group. They were there when we went downstairs.” I looked at her with a regretful expression.

“I don’t know if that bad or good.” She wondered.

“Me nether.” I breathed.

“Oh here he comes.” She whispered.

I turned around to see the little show. They always open a path for them to walk even the guys get out of their way. Everyone is leaning against the lockers and the girls melting when he looks at them and others exhaling like he was the love of their lives. It was so ridicules how someone can drag their selves to his feet. He’s not a fucking God!

As he was coming closer he caught my eyes and I raised my eyebrow at him. Was he expecting me to kiss the floor he stepped?  Well he should wait sitting down cause it may take a while.

I was expecting him to walk right through like he always did I wasn’t expecting him to walk to me.

“Can we talk?” He said in my face. Doesn’t he know what personal space means?

I looked at Rita and she was petrified like she just got shot.

“I guess.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

He turned around and started walking back and I followed him.

So much hate I saw on their eyes now. If they could kill me they would.

He walked out of school and to his car.

“Get in.” He said opening the door.

“We have classes.” I protested.

“Just get the fuck in.” He said annoyed.

“No.” I said stubbornly. Who the hell does he think he is?

He got a hold of my arm and pulled me to his chest. “We have an audience and if you don’t get on that car right now I will kiss you and they will be bugging you the rest of the year.”

I pushed myself away from him and got in the damn car crossing my arms.

We drove in silence until we were at his house.

I was confused. He wanted to talk to me… Why were we at his house?

“You needed to bring me to your house to talk to me?” I asked when we were finally inside.

“You can’t tell anyone we slept together.” So he was ashamed. That hurts a bit. “Did you tell anyone?”

“Rita.” He looked at me angry. “She won’t tell anyone. Your reputation is saved.” I sassed and turned back so I could leave but he pulled me back by my arm.

“Did you tell her I didn’t leave?” He asked with that voice that scared me a little.

“Yes.” He held my jaw tightly in his hand.

“She can’t tell that to anyone.” He threatened.

“She won’t. You’re hurting me.” I struggled to say.

“Shit I’m sorry.” He let go of me and I turned away again to leave. “I didn’t say we were finished.”

“What do you want more?” I asked rolling my eyes.

I turned around and he was closer than I expected. “This.” He whispered before bringing his lips to mine.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said as I pushed him away.

“I know you want me Y/N.” He purred.

“You’re wrong. I don’t. And that night was a mistake!” I stated firmly.

“Really? Cause you seemed to enjoy it. The way you moaned my name and how you begged me for more.” He said coming closer again.

“That’s a lie! I didn’t do that!” I screamed.

“Oh my God, you don’t remember do you? That’s a shame cause I’m sure it was the best might of your life. Let me remind you how it was.” He said reaching out for me, he was so damn cocky.

He pinned me to a wall and kissed me harshly.

“Luke, stop.” I said on his lips.

“Come on Y/N after the night we had I don’t think you can find someone that can satisfy you as much as I did. They won’t do you right, they won’t know how to make you feel as good as I did.” He murmured on my lips and somehow that turned me on.

He moved his lips to my neck and started kissing and nibbling on my sweet spot and running his hands up and down my sides. It’s like he knew my whole body just from that night.

I let out a soft moan and I felt him smirk against my skin.

His hands made their way to the back of my thighs lifting me up and in less than a minute we were in his room and he was lying me down on his bed.

He took my shit off and kissed down my body until the hem of my pants. He undid them as his lips came to mine again. I could feel his bulge, already, against my tummy.

He took his cloth off and brought his lips to mine again. His hips started to move against mine and we both let off soft moans escape our lips.

“Ugh you’re getting me crazy princess.” He breathed against my ear.

“Luke do something.” And as I said this he stood up and took my panties off. It was like he had the wish to satisfy me.

“I would do the foreplay but I’m too hard already.” He said taking of his boxers and not wasting a second to enter me.

“AH!” I let out a yelp at his size.

“Sorry princess. Are you ok?” He looked me in the eyes.

“Yes just wait a seconds.” I closed my eyes trying to make the pain stop.

When I adjusted to him I open them to tell him he could move. His face was red and his eyes shut with knitted browns. He was in pain. He was in pain so my pain would stop.

“You can move.” I whispered.

“Oh God.” He moaned loudly as he started to move.

I expected him to be rough. I don’t think the cares about girls, that’s why I expected rough. But it was completely the opposite he moved carefully in and out of me.

“God princess you always fell so good.” He grunted.

The next minutes were full of moans and pleads until we both came at the same time.

He was lying on top of me until he stood up and started to dress.

“You can go now.” He bluntly said.

“What?” I asked siting up.

He chuckled. “Where you expecting to stay? I thought you knew better than that.”

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Road Trip Part 2. | Rucas/Liley Fanfic

It’s the summer after senior year of college. Since all of their friends already made plans Riley and Lucas decide to go on an impromptu road trip together. 

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Lucas didn’t know what to expect when he saw Riley. They texted each other every now and then while he was at UT but things never really went back to “normal” after their breakup. Now being face to face with her after all that time away felt surreal. Her presence still made him feel warm inside. It was like her eyes and her smile radiated sunshine. He just couldn’t look away.

“Your hair got longer. It looks nice.” He said shyly, noticing her long dark locks were now down her back. 

Riley smiled at the compliment, tucking some hair behind her ear. “It’s old school Topanga inspired.” She admitted in a playful tone.

“How is your mom by the way?” Lucas asked. He sat down on the coral couch hoping she’d follow. “She’s great.” Riley answered, taking the space next to him. “And your dad and Auggie? how are they?” He asked inching closer. “They’re great too.” It was silent for a moment. They could feel the tension between them. “And hows your family?” Riley finally asked breaking the awkward silence. “Oh, they’re great as well.” More silence. 

After a few stolen glances and coy smiles they started conversing again. “Sooo…No plans for the summer?” Lucas already knew the answer. He overheard Riley sarcastically mumbling to herself about a “great” summer when he first walked in. 

She couldn’t help but laugh. “What gave it away?”

“You’re all alone. In the 6 years I went to school with you, you were never alone. Always involved or doing something. Or surrounded by friends.” He didn’t realize till after he was done answering her that it was a rhetorical question. “aaaand you didn’t actually want an answer did you?”

“No, not really.” She laughed again but this time it felt genuine.

“Well… lets do something.”

“Do what?” Riley asked surprised by his suggestion. 

“I don’t know. Something fun? Something we’ve never done before.” There was more excitement in his voice this time. Riley felt like she couldn’t think straight. She initially thought Lucas would want nothing to do with her when he came up to visit so hearing him suggest they go off somewhere together had her stomach in knots. “What about a road trip?” Lucas asked jumping to his feet. “I mean I’m already packed. You’ve got your car. I’ll fill the tank up and we can just drive.” He couldn’t tell what Riley was thinking. Her face was serious, but she didn’t look angry. “What do you say Riles?”

Riley stood up from the sofa and adjusted her skirt. She grabbed her keys from her bag and gave Lucas a little smile, “You’re going to have to wait for me to pack.” 

“Seriously? You’re in?” Lucas couldn’t believe she agreed to it. And before he knew it he was accompanying Riley back to her parents’. Their loft still had the same feel to it. Although the decor was upgraded it still looked like the place he spent the majority of his free time during high school. When they were dating he and Riley spent a lot of their time with their group of friends but on the off chance they were alone, it was usually spent on the Matthew’s living room sofa, or on Riley’s bedroom floor since Mr. Matthews forbade him from being on her bed. 

Lucas stood in the doorway of Riley’s bedroom, watching her go through her closet trying to figure out what she wanted to bring. He had watched her rummage through her clothes a hundred times before and it still brought a smile to his face. 

“You know you can come in, right?” Riley teased when she noticed Lucas was hovering outside her door. He made his way over and sat on the bay window. “You just graduated. How is all your stuff back in your old room?” He asked.

“I decided I didn’t want to live on campus for senior year. So I moved back in.” She answered, patting her duffel bag. “Okay, I’m done. That should be good.”

Lucas grabbed their bags and headed for the car. 


“We’ve been driving for days. Where the heck are we?” Riley asked sticking her head out the window.

“It’s only been 4 hours. We’re still in Pennsylvania.” Lucas laughed pulling over to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” She yelled jumping from her seat. Lucas was already half way out the car. “Just stretching my legs. Come on! Lets sight see.” He yelled back. Riley glanced around. There was a group of teenagers making their way up the road further down but aside from them there was nothing around. Just big hills of grass. She unbuckled her seat belt, locked her door and ran up the hill over to Lucas. “Where are we exactly?” She asked trying to catch her breath. “According to this we’re in Lancaster.” He pointed to the map. 

“So what exactly is there to sight see in Amish Vill?” She glanced around again but there was nothing there. She couldn’t even see the car. 

“There’s only one way to find out.” He took her hand and started making their way down the hill to the car, except, the car wasn’t there. 

“W-where’s the car?” Lucas gasped. Riley’s eyes grew wide. “How is this possible?” She shrieked. “Didn’t you lock your door?” 

Lucas reached his hand down his pockets before he realized he never took the keys out of the ignition. “I didn’t lock my door because I left the keys!” He yelled back. “I thought you were going to lock the doors!”

Riley arched her eyebrow at the tone of his voice. “I did lock the door. I locked MY door! You were driving! YOU should have grabbed the keys.” 

Lucas knew most of this was his fault. He was so excited to be alone with Riley that he wasn’t thinking straight. He felt horrible. Riley could tell by the look on his face that he was angry. 

“Hey, its okay. We’ll find our way back.” She gave him a little nudge. “Oh no! I left my phone in the car.” She felt up her pockets. “Do you have yours? We can try to call someone.” She asked trying to be hopeful. 

“Yeah I’ve got mine but no signal.” He sighed, slipping it back into his pocket. 

“So now what?” Riley asks. “Now we walk I guess.” He replied.

The two start making their way up the road. Riley could tell Lucas was still upset but she couldn’t help but smile a little bit. And then her smile turned into a giggle. “Whats so funny??” Lucas inquired looking around to see if he had missed something.

Riley was in an all out laughing fit now. “It’s just…who gets their car stolen in Amish Vill??” She knew the reality of the situation was bad but right now all she could do was laugh at the thought. Lucas hadn’t registered how ironic it was. Soon they both were hysterically laughing making their way to their unknown destination. 

*should I continue and make a part 3? Please let me know your thoughts :)*

Bad Boys Are Bad Boys 7

Part 6

  Sitting down at a table in the library you looked down at your textbook, trying to memorize fractures, when Cato had left it made things easier to concentrate. “So you and Calum?” He has asked.

 "Nothing is happening between us,“ You tried to tell him.

 "Something happened last night after you left,” Cato chucked. “You have a smile on your face.”

 "I always am smiling,“ You said looking up from your textbook.

 "Not when you’re reading this thing,” Cato said pulling your textbook away.

 "Alright fine,“ You said shaking your head. "He may have kissed me before walking over to his house. So what, it’s just a kiss?”

 "If you didn’t think it was something would you still be smiling?“ Cato asked flipping through your textbook.

 "Probably,” You said smiling. “It’s been a while since I was kissed.”

 "What? No,“ Cato said shaking his head. "I do not believe that for a second.”

 You shrugged and looked down at the table smiling when Cato started to laugh. Now you were sitting there thinking about bone fractures while you hummed along with the music blasting out of your earbuds. Someone sat next to you but you didn’t give them much attention until they pulled your earbuds out.

 "What the hell?“ You asked turning  to them, stopping when you saw Calum sitting there. "Wow, two days in a row. I think this may be a record,” You said turning back to your textbook.

 "Remind me never to do that again,“ Calum said making you smile as you put them back in.

 "There won’t be a next time and if there is you won’t be around for a third,” You threatened making Calum raised his eyebrows in shock.

 "That’s a turn on,“ Calum said biting him bottom lip as he looked over your shoulder at the textbook.

 "You’re turned on right now?” You asked looking at him.

 "I can’t control what I like and what I don’t,“ Calum said smiling and glancing away.

 "What are you doing here Calum?” You asked.

 "Do you want to go to band practice with me?“ He asked leaning back in his chair. You sat up straight and looked over at him with deciding whether or not you should go.

 “Are you sure you want me there?,” You asked.

 “Princess, if I didn’t want you there I would just leave without you and crawl into your window tonight,” Calum and standing up and leaning down so his face was inches from yours.

 “Point taken. Alright, I will go,” You said nodding, allowing Calum to take your textbook and bag before he started to walk off. taking your textbook with him. “Calum,” You said catching up with him, chasing him all the way to your car.

 “Pelvises,” Calum said as you both got in. You rolled your eyes and sighed knowing that you were going to have to listen to him all the way to the hangout.

 “Are you done?” You asked pulling into the gravel parking lot and parking.

 "I’ve learned so much,“ Calum said closing the textbook. The entire drive he was reading sections out of textbook aloud. The two of you waked into the hangout while Calum continued to read.

 "Really?” You finally asked standing up and closing your door.

 "No,“ He said throwing your textbook on the couch.

 "I should have told you to get out of my car,” You said looking at the couch.

 "Then you wouldn’t be here right now,“ Calum said walking up to you. "And we woulnd’t be standing right here.”

 "Your point?“ You asked looking around. You took in that the place was empty. None of the boys were there for band practice. "Where is everyone?” You asked.

 "They’re not coming until band practice starts,“ Calum said.

 "What? Then why are we here?” You asked turning back to him. You saw him looking at you and suddenly knew why he wanted to get there so early. Calum grabbed your bag off of your shoulder, letting it fall to the ground.

 "Is this alright?“ Calum asked leaning in and grabbed your waist.  

 "Are you going to talk through the whole thing or are you just going to do it?” You asked raising your arms making Calum chuckle. He pressed his lips to yours, pulling your body against him allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. Calum started to pull away but stopped and pressed his lips to yours again and again before he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You ran your fingers through the bottom of his hair as Calum ran his hands under your shirt, gripping your waist harder. “I’m not,” You started pulling away.

 "I know,“ Calum said nodding before pressing his lips to yours again. He picked you up and walked over to the wall, pressing your back up against the wall so he could bring both hands to your face, pushing some hair out of the way as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, making him moan.

 "Fuck,” You whispered as Calum moved his lips to your neck, sucking  and biting at your skin. You felt Calum smile against your neck as he moved up to your ear, nipping your skin and kissing you earlobe before leaving a trail of kissed down to your chest, stopping at your flannel.

 "I can’t go any further,“ Calum said looking up at you.

 "Shut up,” You laughed looking at him. He smiled as he made sure you were pressed against the wall and woulnd’t fall when he moved his hands. He reached up and grabbed your first button, looking up at you and raising an eyebrow, and the moved to the next button until all of the buttons were unbuttoned and your flannel was open.

 "I thought you would stop me,“ Calum said before pressing his lips to yours and then moving down to your chest, grabbing your camisole strap and pulling it to the side.

 "I thought I would too,” You whispered as you closed your eye. Calum smiled and pressed his lips to yours as he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and carrying you over to the couch where he laid you down on top of your textbook. “Calum,” You laughed.

 "Sorry, I’m sorry,“ He said grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor. You laughed and looked up at Calum, seeing him smiling down at you.

 "I think we should stop,” Calum whispered kissing your chest and then your neck. “Before I can’t stop.”

 "You’re probably right,“ You as Calum sat up.

 "I’m just saying that it would be a good song,” Michael said pulling open the door.

 "Would you shut up already?“ Ashton asked walking in and freezing when he saw the two of you sitting on the couch, looking surprised to see them.

 "Calum. (Y/N). What are you two doing here?” Luke asked walking up behind Ashton as he looked at you, knowing something was different from when he saw you last.

 "I brought (Y/N) to practice,“ He said standing up and walking over to them.

 “You’re never early though,” Michael said staring at Calum before continuing to walk to his guitar.

 “People change,” Calum said turning to Michael. Luke and Ashton joined them as they talked making each other laugh. Taking a step back you cleared your throat.

 “I should actually be going,” You said before looking around and grabbing your stuff.

 “Are you sure?” Ashton asked.

 “Yeah. I have to write a paper and read tons of pages so I’m just going to drive back home,” You said walking to the door. “I’ll see you later.”

 “(Y/N),” Calum started walking over to you.

 “Calum it’s fine. I’ll see you later,” You said before rushing out and to your car.

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PARTY//Nate Maloley

All I could think in my head was “Fuck”.

Today was the first day back after Spring Break and I was not looking forward to it. There are two types of teenagers during Spring Break. There are the party animals. Then there are the chilled out, rather stay home and watch Netflix than socialize people. I(obviously) am the second one.


p> INormally I choose to hide in my room and binge watch my favourite series, but my friends decided that they were going to drag me to the last party of Spring Break. It just so happened to be Nate Maloley’s party. I was not looking forward to it. He was the star basketball player, key word player. By the time my friends and I showed up there was at least 70 people. As soon as we all stepped through the door my friends were gone.


p> I made my way over to the drinks. This was going to be a long ass night if I don’t have alcohol in my system. I picked up a red cup, chugging the unknown mixture down, when the bitch of the school came up to me.“Oh, Y/N you’re here? wow, this party must suck.” she smirked at me before spilling her drink all over my shirt.


p> I scoffed as she walked away. “Bitch” I muttered. Throwing away my drink, I made my way up the stairs, trying to find a bathroom or a empty room that wasn’t in use..if you know what I mean. ;)


p> After 15 minutes of walking in on unpleasent sights I found an unoccupied room. I walked in and locked the door, making sure no one would walk in. I sighed, hearing bass of the music pounding throughout the walls. I took off my shirt and looked around for something to dry it with. As I looked around I saw medals and trophies, signed basketballs and a huge shelf of music. It must be Nate’s room.


p> I put my shirt down and walked towards the music collection. He surprisingly had a good taste in music..too bad he’s a dick. All of a sudden I heard someone cough, I whipped my head around to see a smirking Nate.


p> “WHAT THE FUCK?!? HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?” I screamed at him trying to hide my exposed chest. It was so awkward. I’m not skinny whatsoever. I’m average…I’m nothing like what Nate goes for. He smiled even wider as he moved closer to me, moving my arms away from my body.


p> “Last I checked, this was my room, plus I was using my bathroom.” He said in a cocky tone. “Damn Y/N you’re fine as hell.” He smirked as he pulled me closer to him. I didn’t know what was happening. All of a sudden Nate’s lips were on mine as his hands roamed my body, adoring every curve, “You’re beautiful.” He said before finding my sweet spot. Things got heated quick, soon I was straddling him on his bed. Let’s just say, I hooked up with Nate Maloley that night.


p> Its been 3 days since then,now being the first day back, I was freaking out walking into school.


p> All I could think in my head was “Fuck”.


p> I take a breath and walk through the doors with my head held high, prepared for whatever may happen for today. I opened my locker when my friends came up to me.


p> “Soooooo…what’d you think of the party, we barely saw youuu” my friend Anna winked. I blushed.


p> “Must’ve been good for you then. Soo,” my friend Cali nudged me. “Who was it?!


p> “Guys stop. I-I-it was nothing, just ya know a random hook up” I said nervously, praying to God that would stop asking about the party.


p> “Okay. Y/N. Seriously. Spill. Who was it?” Anna said, as soon as the words left her mouth. Nate’s group walked around the corner. I looked at Nate to find that he was staring at me. Our eyes locked and he smirked. Our gaze held until they stopped at Sammy’s locker, which happened to be just down the hall. Great.


p> I was snapped out of my thoughts by Cali, “OH MY GOD, Y/N..WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”. Anna and I looked at each other with the exact same confused expression.


p> “Uhmm, What did I do?” I questioned.


p> “Why? How come you didn’t tell us..seriously dude?!” Cali exclaimed


p> “Wait, hold up.. What are you on about?” Anna chimed in.


p> “You don’t see it, Anna..It is soo obvious, I mean its written all over both of their faces.”


p> “Cali, just drop it.” I said, starting to panic.


p> NO..Cali, spill it.” Anna pressed.


p> Cali chuckled lightly, “Can’t you see, Y/N AND NATE HOOKED UP” she said loudly, making everyones conversation silence and turn to ours.


p> I hear a loud scoff from Sammy, “w-w-w-wait, you’re telling me, that my boy Skate fucked Y/N.”


p> Whispers started flooding the hall, I turned to Cali. “How could you?!?!” I yelled. “Look what you fucking did!” I looked over at Nate to see him looking down. I scoffed and walked over to him, he raised his head.


p> “What we did..Was a mistake, I should have known you were just like the rest of them. We were drunk and it was fucking stupid.”


p> “Y/N, I-” He started.


p> “Save it. I’m not worth your breath.” I interrupted. “Bye Nate” I pushed past Sammy and walked right by my friends, I can’t stand to be here right now. I thought I could handle this. Wrong. I walked out the building to my car, when I heard footsteps approaching behind me. I turned around to see the person I least expected.


p> “What now Nate?”




She's Mine!! (Andy Biersack Imagine)

{Requested by anon :3}

(can you write a imagine where your boyfriend andy and you haven’t seen each other in a year and you guys meet up and ashley grew feelings for you but can’t say anything and jinxx knows but he tells you and andy gets mad and takes you away from him (like your house) and either rough sex or talks to you about how much he loves you and everything’s ok in the end anyways I don’t want this to be long but I love you queen gummy:3)

It was just another ordinairy day for you. You were busy cleaning around the house just going on about your day. Suddenly you cell phone rang and you sighed, “Why did it have to be upstairs?…” you asked yourself and rushed up the stairs to your room. You were shocked to see who it was on your caller I.D, “No freakin way..”you said before answering. “Hello?”
“Hey there beautiful.” A deep and sweet voice greeted you on the other line. “Andy?…no way…this isnt happening..” you said. You and your boyfriend Andy havent seen each other in a very long time. A year passed since you have seen him since he was on tour.

Of course the two of kept in touch, but you didnt speak for a while because he was so busy. “Yeah babe its me.” He said chuckling at your reaction. “I cant believe it are you finally comming home?” You asked very eager to know. “Yeah I am, and the guys and I were planning on celebrating, please meet up with me I missed you so fuckin much and I really wanna see you.” He tells you. Of course you didnt hesitate to say “Yes!! I’ll get ready, pick me up in a little bit.” You say, he agrees and the two of you hang up on each other.

Moments later, when you are all dolled up and sexified for your man, you heard the beeping of his car outside of your house. As you ran outside he was standing by his car and leaning against it, you were so shocked to see him again, you felt like it was real. “Oh my gosh…” you softly said, smiling big at your boyfriend. He smiled as well and opened his sexy tatted up arms to you. “Come here cutie!” He said. And you ran into his arms, he was hugging you so tight making you feel so secure. You missed his manly scent and the feel of his body against yours. “Man I fuckin missed you.” He whispered. “I miss you too.” You softly said with your head burried in his chest. He losend your grip on you and leaned away a little, his lips were now mingling and embracing with yours. The sweet taste of his lips was your paradise. You didnt want him to lean away. But sadly he had to since you both had somewhere to go.

After all of you had dinner, all six of you were just chillin at the park and relaxing after a long day. “You guys look tired you should go home.” You suggested, but the guys disagreed, they wanted to stay out a little longer. You didnt notice, but Ashley happened to be gazing at you in all your beauty. Jinxx noticed it and smacked his arm, “Hey man stop looking at her like that.” He told him. “What? Im not looking at her in a any way.” Ash assured him. “Yeah fucking right youre making it so obvious, if Andy catches you, you know what will happen.” Ash sighed and just looked at the ground, Jinxx sighed as well and put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen man…I know you like her..but its just not gonna happen, sorry to say.” Jinxx said. Ashley nodded and looked back at you, he really liked you a lot, and he really wanted to tell you even though you were together with Andy. The only reason why he kept his feelings to himself was because he knew what a huge disaster it would cause.

“Im gonna go to the bathroom I’ll be right back.” You tell them and peck Andy’s lips before walking away. “I think now is the time to tell her.” Ash says and Jinxx shook his head, “No dont tell her..dont tell her anything at all…just..keep your mouth shut.” Jinxx ordered. But Ashley was stubborn and stood up walk up to you. “Ashley!” Jinxx shouted through his teeth, “This guy…” he said irritated. He got up to go follow him, “Where are you guys going?” CC asked, “Nowhere just the bathroom.” Jinxx assured him. “Ashley!” He called out but Ash ignored him and kept walking over to you. “(Y/N)!” He called out so you stopped and turned around, “Whats up Ash?” You asked. “Listen there’s something important I have to tell you-”
“No…no he doesnt.” Jinxx says cutting him off. “Jinxx back off!” Ashley demanded. “Youre making a huge mistake.” He warns him. Ashley becomes very frustrated and just walks away, you were left standing there very confused, “Jinxx whats going on?” You asked. “Nothing.” He assures you but you werent easily fooled. “Im not stupid now you better tell me whats going on.” You ordered. “Ugh..fine..guess you might as well know..Ashley has…very strong feelings for you.” He confesses. You become shocked, “What?! How could that be? He didnt have feelings for me before.” You said.

“Well you grew on him…Im the only one he told..he wanted to tell you for a long time now but I didnt let him, because I knew how it was going to turn out.” He says. You were about to say something else until your widen at the sight of Andy standing behind Jinxx. “Oh shit…” you said. Jinxx was shocked too as he turned around, “Ashley what?!” Andy said grinding his teeth. “Babe I-”
“Get your things we’re leaving.” He demaded. “Andy..”
“Jinxx..Im really not in the mood to talk right now man.” He said, as soon as you came back with your sweater on, the two of rushed to Andy’s car and he drove off back to your house.

Moments later the two of you were just silent, not a single word came out of either of you. “Andy..you shouldnt be mad..” you said breaking the silence. “I should be mad? My own best friend wanting MY girl?” He asked. “Oh come on, its not like he was trying to kiss me in front of you, he was grabbing me or anything so theres no reason for you get SUPER angry.” You tell him. He sighed and grabbed your hands caressing them with his thumb. “Im sorry…I know I shouldnt be so mad…I just cant picture with anyone else but me, I love you so much (Y/N), I only want your heart to belong to me.”
“Sooo…you got jealous?”
“Noooo…” you giggled and nodded, “Yeaaah!! You got jealous!!” You yelled. “So what?!” He yelled back grabbing you and pinning you down on the couch. “Youre mine…and ONLY mine.” He said roughly kissing your lips. You loved the way he was handling you. When he leaned away breathless you smerked at him…
“What are you waiting for? Mark your territory…” ;)

(Well…you can guess what happend next lmao ;D)

Nate Maloley//PARTY PART TWO

RECAP Cali chuckled lightly, “Can’t you see, Y/N AND NATE HOOKED UP” she said loudly, making everyones conversation silence and turn to ours. I hear a loud scoff from Sammy, “w-w-w-wait, you’re telling me, that my boy Skate fucked Y/N.” Whispers started flooding the hall, I turned to Cali. “How could you,” I yelled. “Look what you fucking did!” I looked over at Nate, to see him looking down. I scoffed and walked over to him, he raised his head. “What we did..Was a mistake, I should have known you were just like the rest of them. We were drunk and it was fucking stupid.” “Y/N, I-” He started. “Save it. I’m not worth your breath.” I interrupted. “Bye Nate” I pushed past Sammy and walked right by my friends, I can’t stand to be here right now. I thought I could handle this. Wrong. I walked out the building to my car, when I heard footsteps approaching behind me. I turned around to see the person I least expected.

“What now, Nate?”

Nate takes a deep breath, trying to hold back a fit of anger, hurt and humiliation. He looks down, speaking quietly. “Is it true?”

My anger soon fades when I see him, the real him. Not the jock that plays every girl in school. I saw the chill, laid back guy with good taste in music. The guy that was at the party. “W-w-wh-what?”

He scoffed, “C'mon Y/N, don’t play dumb with me Lil'Mama. What you said in the school is it true? Do you regret it? Ya know hooking up?”

I shook my head in disbelief, I sighed. “Do you want my honest opinion?” He nodded. “I don’t regret sleeping with the guy at the party. The one that was laidback, The one that didnt care what people thought of him.” I paused, trying fight my tears.

“But I do regret sleeping with this Nate. You’re not the guy you were at the party. And because of that I am ashamed of people thinking that I fell for one of your famous traps. I hate the idea of people thinking that I slept with the Nate they think you are.” I began to walk towards my car, but I was stopped by two strong arms wrapping around my waist.

I turned around. “Nate, I-” I was cut off by his lips pressing to mine, bringing me back to what I experienced with him at the party. I wanted pull away, I did. But there is something about him that makes me want more. I gave in, and wrapped my arms are his neck, deepening the kiss. Everything seemed to fade, like nothing else in the world existed. Hard to beieve that the infamous Nate Maloley can make me feel like such a sap.

When we pulled apart. I smiled up at him. “Look, Y/N..I-”

“SKATE? WHAT THE FUCK HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU BRO?!” Sammy yelled by the school doors, surrounded by all the people who were in the hallway. He walked towards Nate. When he got closer, you can see the disbelief in his face, “Skate, you could legit have any girl in this school and yet I find you here with this loser.” He chuckled, pushing Nate back, hearing gasps coming from the crowd of students.

Nate stumbled before quickly regaining his balance. Nate chuckled lightly and glanced at me before charging at Sammy, tackling him to the ground. Soon Nate started throwing punch after punch at his best friend. Sammy managed to get out from under Nate and throw him to the ground. The roles reversed, Sammy grabbed Nate by his shirt, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? GOING AFTER THIS NO GOOD, FAT, FUGLY BI-”

“NO!!” Nate interuppted, picking Sammy up by the collar. I could see the veins sticking out of his neck and arms out of pure anger and tension. It was kinda hot. “YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHO I GO FOR. YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL SHE IS NOTHING. SHE MEANS SOMETHING TO ME YOU PEICE OF SHIT.”

Sammy scoffed, “And what exactly does she mean to you Skate? C'mon man, I know you. All of this? Over a girl?”

“You really don’t get it, do ya Sam? She isn’t just some girl. She is so much more. Wanna know why?” Nate explained as Sam nodded, giving in. “She sees the real me, I hate being known as some player that gets with all the girls..why can’t you accept that man?”

“So you’re just done, with me? with basketball?”

“What? NO. Stupid. I love basketball and youre my brother dude, you’re a dick, but you’re still my best friend. But Y/N is just as important and i’m tired of hiding that.” Nate looked over at me, signalling me to walk over. I cautiously made my way over to Nate and Sammy. I latched myself onto to Nates side, he wrapped his arms around and kissed my head.

I looked at Sammy and he smiled lightly at me. “Hey man. I see what she does to you.” He said sincerely to Nate, “You fucking sap. But hey, if you’re happy then I guess she’s alright.” I smiled and nodded my head as a thank you, “Maybe we’ll even get her to smoke a few with us”

I laugh, “Good luck with that Wilkinson.” Sammy smirked, walking back into the school, taking the crowd of shocked students with him, leavingme and Nate alone in the parking lot.

I looked at Nate to see him with cuts and brusies all over him. “Even though you look so hot, we should go get you cleaned up.” I joked, making him smile.

“Mmm So you’re going to be my nurse, lil'mama” he said close to my lips. I roll my eyes before slamming my lips onto his.

“C'mon you idiot, I’ll drive.” I said pulling him to my car.

//THE END.?// so that is part two of party..enjoy babes

Harry Imagine - He says he hates you (Part 2)

I didn’t leave my flat for a week.

He keeps calling me and I am scared he will turn up out of the blue.

I am honestly terrified of what could happen. I don’t know why I told him I was pregnant.

Maybe to push it in his face?…

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t raise this baby by myself. I came to this conclusion on the Saturday after he left.

I have to get off my bum, and get a job.

It is wrong, but yes I was living off of Harry.

I wasn’t lying when I told Harry that this is my flat, because it is.

I bought I with my own money before I met him, and once we started dating he told me to quit my job.

He told me no girlfriend of his was paying for things that he could buy.

I put up a fight of course, but I lost…of course.

So I get ready and drive to the nearest place I think will have jobs going.

And that’s how I end up outside a shopping mall, facing the one person I don’t want to see. Ever.

“Y/N!” Harry exclaims.

“Shit” I mumble.

Turning quickly I try to get to my car before he can catch up.

Of course I should have realised that he was a faster runner than me.

I feel his hand grab my upper arm and spin me around.

“What do you want, Harry?” I groan in frustration.

I really couldn’t deal with this right now.

“I just…please Y/N. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean any of it! Please! Just let me come back” he pleads.

I run my hand through my hair and sigh.

“Harry, I can’t just let you back, you hurt me so much. I loved you and you treated me like trash. I deserve better than that. I know I do. You’re going to have to try harder, I’m not going to wait around forever”

Leaving him stunned in the middle of the street I turn back to my car.

Maybe I just need some ice cream.

I can find a job another day.

Picking up my phone, I call my mother.

“Y/N, are you alright?” She asks.

“Mum…I just need someone to hug right now” I tell her.

“I’ll be right over, want me to get ice cream?” She offers.


She hangs up and I drive to my house, trying not to burst into tears.

I wait for my mum and when she finally gets here, I start crying on her shoulder.

She pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair and tells me it will be alright.

I don’t know if it will though.

She brings me to the couch, hands me a tub of ice cream, and turns on the tv.

Of course with my luck, we land on a channel with an interview of One Direction.

“Just perfect” I mumble

“Want me to change it?” My mum asks.

I an about to agree when I hear my name being mentioned.

“No! Keep it on…please” I add as an after thought.

Tuning my mother out, I listen intently to the interview.

“So I haven’t seen you with Y/N in a while. Trouble in paradise?” The interviewer asks.

I see Harry fidget uncomfortably, and the boys are glaring at him accusingly.

I guess some people disagree with what he did.

I knew I liked them.

“Em, yes. We’re having a break” he says.

“Really? What happened?” She asks.

“We had a fight. I said a lot of stuff I didn’t mean and I regret it immensely. I just hope she forgives me soon, I can’t live without her” he says.

I turn it off right after and sit staring at the screen.

“I’m just gonna go to bed, I’m not hungry” I mumble to my mother.

I stand up and move to my bedroom, saying goodnight before locking the door and crawling into my bed.

I stare at the picture of me and Harry on my bedside table, silently crying.

“I miss you” I say into the air, letting it hang there.

Should I forgive him?

*** *** Hope you liked it! - Nicole
Be My Escape - A Michael Clifford Imagine

Michael’s POV:

I can’t take this anymore. 

I’m well aware that I have everything I could possibly dream of. I’ve been lucky enough to be rewarded with an amazing career, life-long friendships, and all the money and fame I could ask for. I can’t say it hasn’t been nice to be “Michael Clifford, the guitarist of 5 Seconds of Summer”, I mean, I got to tour the world, write songs with some of the greatest musicians out there, and play on stage each and every night.

I have all of these wonderful things going for me, which makes it even harder for me to realize how unhappy I truly am. I know that I am living the dream, but something is just missing. I feel guilty that I’m unable to embrace what I have and be thankful for what life’s given me.

But somewhere, deep inside, there is still this undeniable dread. 

It started one night while reminiscing with an old grade-school friend over Skype. He told me how he’s just about to graduate from university with a degree in engineering, and how he’s met the love of his life and how he’s planning on proposing to her. He told me that the two of them are buying a house just outside of Sydney, so they can be close to their family and friends at any given moment. He told me that he has never been so happy in his entire life.

When the video-chat ended, it got me thinking: why am I not happy

I spent that night curled up in my bunk of the tour bus, listening to the hum of the engine as I contemplated who I was, and who I wanted to be.

Because sometimes, I don’t want to be “Michael Clifford, the guitarist of 5 Seconds of Summer”, I just want to be “Michael”. 

Even with all of the wonderful things I’ve been given, I can’t help but feel trapped inside my own skin. 

I am exactly who I wanted to be, right?



Your POV:

I’ve been driving for hours, headed nowhere in particular. 

My only belongings are in the backseat: a beat-up acoustic guitar, a backpack filled with some toiletries and a couple changes of clothes, and a purse filled with chapstick, chewing gum, and $162 cash.

I find it somewhat funny that all of our lives we grow up begging for the best toy or the newest clothes or the coolest smartphone. Yet, when I had the choice to take what I may and leave town, I brought none of that with me. 

It’s sad, isn’t it? How dependent people can be on material things.

All I want to do is break free from the expectations everyone has of me. 

“Go to college,” my mom had told me. “If you don’t get an education, you’ll have no worth in life.”

I don’t know if it’s the rebellious side of me that’s keeping my car on this highway, driving as far away from my mother as I possibly can, or if it’s the honest side of me. The side of me that knows I was meant for something greater than just a four year degree. The honest side of me knows I can do it. Music is my calling, and I am bound to succeed.

But I will never do it if I’m tied down by my mother’s expectations.

So I guess I do know why I’m leaving after all.

There’s a gas station up in the distance, and I’m hoping to find myself a bite to eat in the convenience store. God only knows where I’m supposed to park my car tonight so that I can get a few hours of sleep. 

I know I should have thought this through a little better, but I know that if I don’t get out now, I never will.


Let me be the first to tell you that arriving at a gas station mini-mart at 1:15 in the morning is one of the sketchiest feelings I have ever experienced. Two cars are in the parking lot, but none are stopped to actually get gas.

The sign of the mini-mart is falling apart; neon lights flicker, advertising “o-en” as the “p” flashes on and off.

Reluctantly, I step out of my car, pulling my purse over my shoulder as shuffle my feet quickly inside. 

It’s only about ten steps to the front doors, but man, I feel as though I’m about to freeze. The cold air nips at my nose and ears, threatening to freeze all of my extremities if I don’t seek warmth soon.

Luckily for me, I’m inside within a few seconds. I look up at a security monitor as I walk in, hesitantly waving a shy “hello” to the man behind the cash register.

Unsure of what I want, I scan the shelves for a moment. Crisps, candies, soda and cigarettes line the walls of the mini-mart.

It’s all junk food, every last bit of it. 

I settle for some beef jerky, a candy bar, and a large bag of crisps. The packages balance themselves in the confines of my left arm as I reach to grab two water bottles with my right arm. 

When all is said and done, I’ve spent about nine dollars and eighteen cents. I wish I could find some other reason to stay in the warmth of the store, but alas, I’ve got nothing left to purchase.

I sulk back to my car, beginning to doubt myself and my decision to pick up and leave town. If I have to survive on mini-marts for a source of my food consumption, this road trip isn’t going to last very long. In reality, I’m not sure how long it’s going to last anyway. I’ve only got a limited amount of money, which pays for a limited amount of gas. And what happens when I actually reach some sort of town? What happens when I finally reach some type of destination? What do I do then?

I pull myself back into the drivers seat of my car, contemplating all of my life choices up until this point.

When my engine is roaring and my heat is cranking, I finally ready myself and begin to drive again.

By the time the gas station lights have escaped my rearview mirror, there are no lights on the street except for my own headlights. It’s soothing to a degree. I’m alone. Pure solitude. It feels so good to be hidden away. It feels so good to have escaped from the reality that was holding me back.

Fifteen minutes into the drive, I figure that I’m about two hours from home. I’ve reached some gravel road, and it looks as though it stretches on for miles.

I decide to take my chances, turning on my high-beams as I travel down the dark path.

My mind begins to wander; my blinking begins to slow. I can feel exhaustion taking me over.

That’s why it comes as a surprise to me that when a man appears on the path in front of me, my car is only a foot away from hitting him by the time I stop.


Michael’s POV:

“Hey!” I scream, in disbelief, though I don’t believe the driver can hear me. I can’t see anything past the overpowering bright headlights on the vehicle before me, so I scream again. “Are you trying to freaking kill me?”

The car has stopped just short of where I’m standing, and if I had been walking at just a slightly-faster pace, I would have been hit easily.

I’m about to go give the driver a piece of my mind, but just as I walk around to the side of the car to do so, I hear the soft hum of the car window rolling down. 

My face holds a look of disgust as I prepare to argue my way with the driver. But as I look down into the small window of the car, I see a girl—young, and clearly distraught.


I stare at her, unsure of what to say. I mean, she almost killed me. 

But as I study her more carefully, I can see that she’s truly panicked, and for lack of a better word, scared.

Tears stain her makeup-covered cheeks, her eye-makeup is smudged at the corners. Her lips are dry and chapped, most likely from the cold.

She looks so tired, so run-down, so innocent.

“I, uh, I-It’s okay,” I mumble. 

She stares back at me, unsure of what to think. 

“A-Are you alright?” I ask.

She just stares. Her eyes are piercing and timid, and I guess they’re quite beautiful. But all those beautiful eyes do is stare right back at me.’

“Maybe you shouldn’t be driving any longer,” I suggest. “It, uh, might not be safe for anymore pedestrians.” I add a laugh at the end of the sentence, hoping she realizes the humor. But truth-be-told, she’s petrified.

“I-I’m not going to hurt you. Or yell at you, anymore at least. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I try to comfort the strange girl to no prevail.

She takes a deep breath and turns her attention towards her car’s heating system. “No, no, it’s alright. But yeah, uh, you’re right I guess. I guess it’s getting pretty late, I should probably find somewhere to get some rest soon.”

As I exhale, my breath clouds around me. The air is truly freezing, and I can’t help but wish I’d left home with another pair of gloves or another jacket. I can’t help but be envious of this girl’s warm, heated car right now.

“Do you live far from here?" 

She nods slowly. “A couple hundred miles.”

"C-Couple hundred?” Can she be serious? Why is she driving through the middle of nowhere so late at night?

“Yeah a couple hundred. I just needed some space.”

“A couple hundred miles can give you quite a lot of space, I suppose,” I chuckle.

Apparently, the girl does not find my remarks funny at all. She stares back at me again.

“Sorry,” I clear my throat. “I, uh, I’ll just be on my way.” My feet begin to carry me in the opposite direction of the car, yet the girl’s vehicle refuses to move.

“Wait,” she stammers. “W-Where are you going? It’s freezing outside.”

“Yeah,” I smile, although it’s not really genuine. “I guess it is pretty cold. It’s my own damn fault for not thinking this through a bit more I suppose. I’ll be alright.”

Part of me wishes she’d invite me into the car, even if it’s just for a minute or two to warm up. But I’m a stranger, and she’s a stranger. And no strange girl ever trusts a strange guy like me.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”

The words sound like heaven coming from her lips. I move a few steps closer to her car, just hoping that a tiny bit of warmth flees from the confines of her car and out the window to where I stand.

I can’t. I can’t just ask her for a ride. For god’s sake, I don’t even know where I’m going.

“No, no,” I force myself to say. “It’s alright I’ll be okay. Thanks though, uh, have a good night.”

Again, I begin to walk in the opposite direction of the car, wishing that I had gotten into the car. But it wouldn’t be fair, would it? My feet carry me across the hard, cold ground, and the lights of the once-near car have nearly gone out of sight.

It’s only a few seconds later, though, that car headlights begin to come from behind me, illuminating my shadow as I walk.

Maybe this driver will be willing to help. I can’t help but wish, yet again, that someone on this rural road will help me escape from this horrible plan that was meant to be my real escape.

I beg myself not to look back, not to give myself a false sense of hope. The headlights just barely reach me, though, as I hear the hum of yet another window rolling down.

I beg myself not to look back, not to put my desires and needs on everyone else. 

“It’s much to cold for you to be out here. Really." The voice is familiar, and belongs to the girl I spoke to just minutes ago.

"Why’d you come back?” I turn towards her, blinded slightly by the glow of her headlights.

She shrugs. “You looked like you could use a helping hand. I figured it’d mean a lot to me if someone did that for me, so uh,” she pauses. “So I guess I wanted to help.”


Ten minutes later, I’m seated in the car of the beautiful-eyed girl. The only information I’ve managed to obtain from her is that her name is (Y/N).

If you ask me, she looks tired. Exhausted really. I know it’s never safe to be in the passenger seat of a car when the drivers about to doze off, but there’s no way in hell I’m venturing back out into the cold.

Luckily, I think she can sense my uneasiness. “I think I better find a place to pull over for the night. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere first, or…?”


I don’t really know what I was expecting, yet a surge of disappointment floods through my veins. It’s not like I can expect a perfect stranger to drive me around for days on end until I somehow escape my past and become a completely new human being.

“As long as you can assure me you aren’t a serial killer or a rapist or something,” she continues. “It’s cool by me if you just want to crash in the car tonight. It’s clear you don’t know where you’re going either.”


“Where exactly is your destination?” I ask her.

She shrugs as she spots a gas station in the distance. “Anywhere but home. Yours?”

I nod. “Same, I guess.”

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows with a smirk, “Running away from your parents because they don’t ‘understand’ you? Me too.”

I shake my head quickly as I adjust the seat belt around my torso. “I’m a musician, actually. I guess I just got sick of doing what I was doing. Something was missing.”

She turns right into the parking lot of a dingy, old gas station. “I don’t need your whole life story,” she laughs. “All I need right now is a spot to park this damn car so I can get some sleep.”

As she parks the car, she leaves the keys in the ignition as she grabs her purse off of the back seat. Within seconds, her door is open and she’s hopping out of the car and hurrying into the gas station. “I’m going to see if I can pay the owner a few bucks to let us park here for the night,” she explains.

And then she’s gone.


I must have dozed off while waiting for (Y/N) to come back, because when I wake, the sun is beginning to rise and I can hear subtle sighs escaping the lips of the girl next to me. Still, the car is parked in the gas station parking lot, the windows slightly iced over, with fog covering the glass.

My entire body feels stiff from the slouched position I’ve been sleeping in. God knows what I would have done if I had to spend the night roaming around outside or something. My feet are still sore from the miles that I walked last night; My stomach aches from my lack of food or drink for the past few hours. 

I don’t really know how running away from my problems is going to help me out, seeing as I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But part of me just wants to start fresh, with a clean slate. If I could just travel far enough away—to a place where no one knew me—I might find what I’m looking for. I’m not sure what it is, but I know it’s out there. And maybe if I run for long enough, someday I’ll find it.

The idea of not knowing where I’m going or what I plan on doing when I get there scares me, or more-so terrifies me. 

I let out a yawn, forgetting that I need to stay quiet. Just as I had worried, the sound makes (Y/N) stir. 

“Mmm,” she hums. “Mornin’.”

She faces the window nearest her, her knees pulled near her chest as her head leans against the glass. 

It’s kind of weird that we’re both so calm about this whole idea of sleeping in a car with a stranger. But honestly, it’s kind of comforting to know that she knows nothing about me. She has no expectations of me. She knows less about me than most people do, and I kind of love the fact that I don’t have to let her in.

“It’s freezing in here,” she says quietly. “We should probably get moving.”

I nod in agreement, to both the temperature and the travel plan. 

(Y/N) puts the keys in the ignition, pausing for a moment to let out a huge yawn. She looks completely exhausted. Her makeup is smudged and smeared beneath her eyes, which shine in the light of the newly rising sun.

“Hey, uh, if you want, I can take the wheel. If you want to get some more sleep or something,” I offer.

She gives me a peculiar look, her chapped lips hinting at a smile. “You’re not gonna kidnap me and take me to some old abandoned warehouse to kill me or something, are you?” She lets out a small laugh as she opens the car door, stepping outside into the chilled air.

I follow suit, chuckling as I enjoy the small walk to the other side of the car. I stretch my legs as well as I can in the short time period. Despite the sunrise, the air is still absolutely freezing.

I exchange a smile with her as I walk past, and she smiles back, looking completely exhausted.

A minute or two later, we’re settled back into the car, with me behind the wheel. The only problem? I have no idea where I’m actually supposed to be driving to.

“Um, uh, where do you want me to take us?” I swallow.

She hums, leaning her head against the window as she thinks it over. “North maybe. For a while.”

I shift the car in reverse, backing up from the small parking space. “Why North?” I ask, not arguing, just wondering.

She shrugs as she shuts her eyes lightly. “Because my house is South of here, therefore, we drive North.”

I smack my lips together, checking the rearview mirror as I back the car up, turning it around with precision as I shift back to drive. The acceleration picks up, and within thirty or forty seconds, the gas station is no longer in sight.

I think about what she said. She lives South of here. I wonder what type of house she lives in, and if she has a boyfriend back home. I wonder what her family life is like, and if she’s enrolled in university.

Most of all, I wonder what she’s running from. What could possibly make such a young and beautiful girl want to run away?

I want to ask, but she’s the one that told me she didn’t need to know my life story, so I assume she doesn’t want to know mine either.

Still, I can’t help but break the comfortable silence. “You know you can’t just run away from home. It’s always going to be there, you know? I mean you can escape for a while, but you’re going to have to go back.”

Her eyes open slowly, and I can tell she was nearly asleep when I began speaking again. Letting out a heavy sigh, she replies “That’s kind of hypocritical of you. You’re telling me I can’t run away, but you’re doing the exact same thing.”

I feel slightly offended that she’s calling me a hypocrite, so I decide to argue back. “I’m not running away from home, though. I’m just running away from an unfortunate situation. I don’t have to return back to that life, I can keep running. But you on the other hand, I’m sure you have a family and friends and a boyfriend back home and I’m sure they’re all going to miss you if you just drive a thousand miles and never speak to them again.”

She rolls her eyes, looking at me, even though I keep my eyes on the road. “You don’t know me, okay? And besides, your situation is no different than mine. We are both running.”

“No. You are running away from your problems. I am simply escaping.”

“I’m not running from anything. And besides, there is nothing different between running away and escaping. You’re just telling yourself that to make yourself feel like you aren’t leaving everything you have behind,” she says blatantly.

I ignore the latter part of her statement, continuing to argue to first part of her argument. “I’m pretty sure we both just decided that you are. I mean you just said that you were running away, too. As in, both of us are running.” I roll my eyes as I follow the narrow highway, getting fed up with arguing, and frankly getting slightly confused.

"So you admit that you are running away?” A look of pride appears on her tired face as she assumes she’s won this argument.

Fuck. She got me.

I decide to keep my eyes on the road, avoiding anymore conflict. I know I need to behave and keep my mouth shut if I want to stay in this car.

After minutes of silence, she replies.

“Yes, I said I was running. But like I was trying to explain, I didn’t say I was running from anything.” She yawns, stretching slightly in her seat as she looks away from me.

"Then what exactly are you doing?”

She gazes off into the distance, a small, faded smile appearing on her face. “I’m running for something. I’m running for my future. For my career.”

“Um,” I mumble. “What exactly do you want to do as a career?”

She looks right at me, with a matter-of-factly-grin. “I want to be a musician.”

As soon as she’s finished speaking, she turns back towards the window and pulls her knees tightly against her chest. A piece of hair falls from behind her ear, and she reaches up to push it back. Momentarily, it stays behind her ear, only to fall again seconds later.

This time, she doesn’t attempt to put her hair back in place, instead, she just sighs and makes herself a bit more comfortable against the car window.

In that moment, I feel a pang of guilt. I want to take my hands off of the steering wheel and tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. I want to pull her into my arms, even if it’s just for a moment and tell her the truth.

The truth about my past, and the truth about why I’m running.

I’m running away from my career as a musician, and that’s exactly what she’s running for. 

I feel almost obligated to explain to her all the downfalls of the music industry. How I left behind absolutely everything to follow my so-called dream, only to realize years later that I was truly unhappy: unfulfilled.

It’s so strange to think of what a few hours in a car with a stranger can do. She made it clear that she didn’t want to share her story with me, but now I’m desperate to know.

Alas, there’s nothing I can do right now. She is asleep; I am driving. Any further conversation is going to have to wait.

Quickly, I glance once more at the sleeping person next to me; she is so calm and innocent. Innocent. 

That innocence is what makes me feel morally obligated to tell her the truth. To keep her from falling down the wrong path, and taking after me.


would you guys want a part 2? it’s not really a fanfic, just a piece of writing that i’ve been working on for a while, and it’s just been sitting here in my drafts while i figure out where to go from here. let me know what you think! xo

Honest Eyes [Chapter Seven]

Fan fiction is back, too. Thanks for the countless (honestly, countless) messages about Brown Eyes & Honest Eyes. I had no idea it was something people liked that much. Two more chapters after this one, guys. Wrapping it up definitely before the end of April. SFW, 1.885 words. Previous chapters can be found here.


Honest Eyes [Chapter Seven]

They stay in the restaurant for a couple more hours, Hannah slowly realising that she’s working herself into trouble by staying here with Grace. On the other hand, it’s Grace, and that is worth the fact her phone blows up with a new message every couple of minutes. It’s only when they’ve split the check and walk outside into warm Los Angeles air and Grace pushes the door open and lets Hannah walk out underneath her arm before erupting in a fit of giggles, that Hannah feels nervous.

“This was fun.” Grace smiles as the door closes behind them, “We should do that more often.”

“Yeah, we should.” Hannah fidgets with the zipper of her jacket, wondering how long she has to keep up polite chit chat before she can walk to her Pri-


“Are you coming?” Grace has already got her car keys in hand, “I’ll drop you off at your place. Unless today is one of those days where you want to go for ridiculously long walks.”

She contemplates making up an excuse so that she can immediately text back Sarah, because somehow texting the blonde while being in the car with Grace seems rude. Then again, ignoring Sarah for Grace’s sake, is just as bad. Oh fuck me.

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