i was laughing in disbelief

Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.

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“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.

Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.

“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.

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La Dolce Vita.

Genre: Smut. And some fluff too. 

Summary: When your best friend decides to screw you over with the werewolf boy you absolutely hate during your heat~ 

Pairing: Reader [Werewolf AU!] x Jeon fucking Jungkook [Werewolf AU!]

Word Count: 6.9k-ish

Dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly, @nomoreghostie-anon, Happy Birthday, sunshine!! I hope you like this trash writing of mine ahahah :) 

Also tagging @writeiolite who read this like a billion months ago and loved it, your encouragement always makes me beyond happy!!

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“Unnie,” you whined, tugging on the end of Jiyoon’s dress, “Don’t go!”

Your heat was supposed to start in a few days and initially you had planned to chain yourself in your room and let her take care of you through it. However her unexpected business trip ruined all your plans. She sighed, turning around to look at you in a mix of understanding and seriousness as she sat you by the edge of the bed.

“Look, ___ I don’t have a choice. If I don’t attend this meeting, they’ll fire me.” She groaned, rubbing the sides of your arm, “But it’ll be okay, you’ve been through this before.”

“Yeah, but I had a boyfriend to help me out then,” you whined, looking at her with pleading eyes. “This is the first time I’ll have to go through it alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” your eyebrows quirked up at her words and you looked at her in curiosity, urging her to go on. “Look, there are other werewolves in my boyfriend’s pack, you know they can help you.”

You groaned in annoyance, knowing full well about Hoseok’s pack and the members, not forgetting to mention their weird habits, but there was no way you were going to let any of them get close to you, especially not Jungkook. Not when you were in heat.

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the fuckboy scheme

◇ You’ve just waged war on renowned fuckboy Jeon Jungkook.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

tfs 2

◇ based off unforgettable by french montana even tho he’s trash just because i could lol

◇ ahsjksks I’m not dead my dudes don’t worry im just studying which is the same thing but!!! Anyway i made this because of procrastination so don’t expect another one right away lol ❤️❤️❤️💟💖💖

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You were proud to say that college wasn’t kicking your ass as much as it probably could. You finished three of your four essays due, completed a project that was 35% of your final grade, and managed to study for at least 10 minutes in the passed week.

And now, here you lay, your laptop perched on the bed in front of you with Netflix pulled up in the screen and a large bag of Doritos beside you. Your well-earned reward — and you’re enjoying it, too. Well, until—

“Hey!” The bubbly brunette you fondly called your roommate plummets onto your bed before you register her presence, and the presence of her red headed girlfriend who trails in after. “Guess what?”

“You and Rose decided to take a spontaneous trip to Hawaii and leave me to watch Luke Cage?” You try with a wishful smile, knowing damn well what she was about to propose as soon as she pulled up her Twitter. “A party? Really?”

“Yes!” Jennie grins brightly, shoving the screen in your face. A tweet from the man himself, Jackson Wang, is on the screen, and you barely catch the words party and insane before she yanks it back. “Jackson is throwing another party this Friday and since there’s nothing too important coming up, I demand that you attend—”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh in disbelief, turning back to your relaxing setup. “No more parties for me—”

“Oh, come on,” Jennie’s face drops as she groans, slumping her body over your back dramatically — it was times like this that her fine arts major really came out. “The last party you went to was weeks ago! The last guy that you slept with was ages ago and it was terrible and it’s making you cranky—”

“I am not cranky!” You interrupt in indignation, eyes wide. At the pointed look that’s shot at you from both girls, you deflate. “That guy wasn’t that bad. What’s your point?”

“Our point,” Rose speaks with a furrow of her eyebrows, “is that since you slept with You-Know-Who—” Her eyes narrow warningly when your mouth opens to make a Voldemort joke— “You’ve been in a slump. And it’s making you angry at everything.”

“So you think I should go to a party to get wasted and fuck someone?” You retort, rolling your eyes, “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t have to get wasted,” Jennie whines, tugging at your arm. “Look, me and Rose are going too. We’ll stay with you until you get some nice piece of meat to play with—”

Ew—

“And then you can be happy and we’ll be happy because you’re happy!” She concludes with a cheeky grin.

You ponder her offer, swimming between whether or not you should listen to your ultracrepidarian best friend. Your hesitance shows obviously on your face, and Jennie pouts. “Please? I haven’t been to a party with my best friend in weeks—”

You sigh, pulling your arms from your grip and wriggling your body to roll Jennie off of your back. “Whatever, whatever. Can I watch this in peace now?”

Squeals and whatnot ensue, but you can only roll your eyes and push your earphones in further, grabbing another handful of Doritos.

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Nothing had ever irritated Jeon Jungkook as much as this particular thing was.

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Let me tell you something about Gillian Anderson. This woman is genuinely the sweetest person I have ever met. I’ve had the privilege of meeting Gillian three times: at Toronto Fan Expo in September 2015, after Streetcar in 2016, and again at Toronto Fan Expo in September 2016. 

So, I have panic disorder. I’m really bad in big places full of people, which essentially describes a convention. Needless to say, the first time I went to a convention to meet Gillian, I had a really severe panic attack. I was shaking and crying and I sweat all of my makeup off. Anyway, when it finally began to subside, I decided to wait in line to get an autograph from Gillian. I gave her a handwritten book that I had put together full of letters that people wanted me to give to her. She was so incredibly grateful and kept telling me how sweet it was that I had taken the time to write all of the letters out in the book. At this point, I was still completely red and shaking a little and you could tell that I had been crying. You know what Gillian did? She just reached out her hand, with the most compassionate look on her face, and just held my hand in hers. My hand was shaking a ridiculous amount and she just held it so gently and looked at me with the sweetest, most empathetic expression. I think it’s extremely important to remember that she, too, suffers from anxiety attacks, and yet she still goes to events like Fan Expo to meet us.

The second time I met Gillian was on my birthday in May 2016. She signed after her performance of Streetcar - which, by the way, was the most incredible performance I’ve ever witnessed. Now, it’s important to note that the theatre had a rule about the actors not writing anything for their fans other than their signature (weird, I know). I figured I’d try anyway and when it was my turn to go up, I asked her if she could write “I want to believe” for me. She apologized and said that she couldn’t, and then signed my program. I wasn’t really expecting for her to be able to write it for me anyway, so I just shrugged it off and gave her the gift that I had for her: a first edition, first print copy of A Streetcar Named Desire. When I gave it to her, she was completely floored. She kept laughing in disbelief and leaned forward and rested her head on the counter for a bit. She was concerned because “this would have been so expensive!” but I told her that I wanted to give it to her because of the huge impact she’d had on me. Once again, she held my hand in hers, and told me that she would write “I want to believe” for me. She did, and I now have it tattooed on my ribs.

The third time I met her, at Toronto Fan Expo in September 2016, the first thing she said when I went up to her at the autograph table was, “have I met you before?” I said yes and she told me that she remembered meeting me. She then told me that the first edition of Streetcar was one of the sweetest gifts she had ever received. Then, I told her that I was fully prepared for her to roast me for it, but I showed her my tattoo of “I want to believe” in her handwriting. She was really sweet about it and told me that I’d chosen a good spot. She also brought up the book that I had given her the year before (how on earth she remembered that, I do not know). It is also so incredible to me that, out of literally hundreds of thousands of fans, she remembered who I was.

I’ve left out so much, but in conclusion to this long-ass post, Gillian Anderson is literally the kindest human being I’ve ever met. She’s so patient and empathetic and caring. She is one of the reasons that I’m alive to this day.

Skulls and Roses 💀 🥀 (Part 3)

Jeon Jungkook 

College AU!, Tattooist AU!

The best way to get someone to like you is by calling them sasquatch and baking them cookies when you stand them up. 

PART ONE  PART TWO

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and a Long Island Iced Tea | Harry Styles One Shot


So this might be a little different to how the anon had in mind but this premise can get a bit samey sometimes so I tried to do something a little different. I dunno. Hope you like it, I x


You hadn’t slept in nearly three days. You’d managed to eat a couple of slices of toast but the unrelenting nausea made it hard to swallow. You sipped at water but by this point that was the only thing you were living off. Anxiety made your body shake constantly, even when you were busy pinning garments and making alterations your hands shook making the work that came so easily to you, so difficult. The only thing in your mind was how you could make it right, how you could fix the mistake you’d made. You knew you couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t because you’d always feared it being the other way round and when you thought about it and your gut tied itself in knots and you felt sick, you knew it wouldn’t have been able to be fixed. But it was you who had done what you never thought you could.

Three days had passed since the phone call, and now you were waiting in what had become your shared living room, your own flat virtually unlived in on the other side of town, waiting for him to appear. His flight was due in early that morning and as you sipped on black coffee, a bad decision considering you already had the shakes and your mind was working on overdrive, and watched the sunrise you were wondering if he felt as sick as you did.

‘Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.’ Harry’s voice was monotonous, emotionless as it came down the line. He didn’t even say Hello, let you know how he was. You knew what he was talking about but you were hoping he wouldn’t know yet. You were going to tell him, you wanted to tell him before he found out from someone or somewhere else but you were too late.

‘I’m so sorry Ha-’

‘Fuck Y/N.’ He shouted and you gasped. You shouldn’t have been taken back, he was angry, of course he was angry, he had every right to be but he never shouted at you. You’d seen him get angry at others, seen him shout at others, but frustration with you was always harnessed into something calmer. ‘After everything you put me through about coming out here, you’re the one who actually does it.’ His voice was quieter but you could still hear the anger in it. You’d argued about him going out to LA again. He never seemed to be home much these days, you knew he was busy and it was an important time for his career but you missed him, you were lonely and every time he went to LA something happened, something kicked off and you were the one left at home without a clue what was really going on trying to hold the pieces together.

You’d told him you couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t sit in London fighting of paparazzi questions and tweets from fans and gossip mongrels whilst he sat back in LA and let it blow over. You knew that wasn’t what he did, if something happened he would call you and comfort you tell you he’d sort it, and he did but that didn’t stop the questions. ‘Have you spoken to Harry?’ ‘He’s cheating on you can’t you see it.’ ‘She’s an idiot to think she could keep him away from the models out there.’ How could you ignore it? He’d promised he’d be working the whole time he was there and he’d be back as soon as it was all sorted, there’d be no time for partying or socialising and it seemed there hadn’t been, but that wasn’t the case for you.

You’d been invited out for a night out with some friends and you decided to go. You’d been working to the death the last few weeks on your collection and you deserved to let your hair down. Apart from anything else it would take your mind of Harry for a while. And it did just that. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the young lad, that looked like a brit-pop throwback, who had been dancing too close all night, press his lips onto yours. You pushed him away as soon as you realised what was going on but not before someone in the club had snapped a picture. Within hours it was doing the rounds on social media before you even knew about it, by the time you knew it was too late to do any kind of damage control.

‘Harry please listen to me.’ You were crying now. You were scared of what what you could lose, you couldn’t be without him but it would be your own fault if he decided he couldn’t be with you now and you weren’t sure how to process that. He was silent, that was the only cue you needed. ‘I was lonely, I was missing you, I was st-’

‘You were missing me?’ He laughed in disbelief and you sobbed. ‘Missing me so much, were you missing me while you were kissing him?’ You stayed silent just sobbing. ‘Answer me.’ He screamed.

‘Harry please don’t shout at me.’ You begged, your voice faltering as tears flooded down your face.

‘Stop crying, you have no right to cry, you fucked up I’m the one that should be crying.’ He told you angrily, spitting his words down the phone to you. You knew he was right but you were shaking with the fear of losing him and you couldn’t help but cry. You breathed trying to hold it back. If it would make him tolerate your voice until you could explain, or try to explain, you’d hold the sobs back until you couldn’t breathe.

‘It just happened, he kissed me, I pushed him away and that was it.’ You told him quickly in one breath before you hiccuped. You wish you could see him, you wished he could see you. If he could see how much you hated yourself, how angry you were at yourself, how much you loved him maybe he’d realise.

‘Did you kiss him back?’ He asked quietly. In honesty you couldn’t remember, if it wasn’t for the photos you might not have even remembered the kiss had happened. You wished you could forget but now it was all you could think about. ‘You did didn’t you.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’ He laughed and you could hear his voice sticking to his mouth. His voice wetter, you knew he was crying now. Maybe he could cope if some random guy had come onto you, he’d seen you dancing on nights out, he knew how attractive you were, and yeah a guy might come onto you. Not when he was there because he wouldn’t leave your side when he was there but on your own, catching you unaware maybe he could get over that. But the thought of you pushing your lips, his lips, into a stranger was too much to bare.

‘Harry I’m sorry, I love-’

‘Don’t.’ He told you and sobbed loudly. ‘I don’t want to speak to you right now I can’t deal with it, I’ll see you when I’m back.’

‘I love you Harry.’ He didn’t reply and the phone line went dead before you could finish. Now you were about to see him. You’d thought about staying in his grey, random donut shop hoodie that you’d been wearing for the last three days but you didn’t know how he’d react so you opted for your hoodie and some jeans. Your uniform for working days. You could really do without this today. You needed to be in the studio, in only five days your first collection would be on the catwalk at London fashion week. You needed to be doing alterations, getting measurements, making sure everything was sorted but the two page long to do list on your desk hadn’t even crept into your mind yet. All you could think about was Harry, all you could think about was how all you wanted was for him to pull you into his arms the way he normally did when he got back from a trip but you knew that wouldn’t happen.

You heard his key in the door and you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. You didn’t move, you didn’t wander out to find him. Tears were already stinging your eyes as you heard him pulling his bags through the door and the door close heavily. It was seconds, but it felt like minutes until he was stood in the living room door looking at you. He looked as tired and weak as you did. The bags under his eyes were heavier and darker than you’d ever known them, and despite having been in LA for two weeks his skin looked pale and matte. The tears that had been stinging your eyes fell down you cheeks at the sight of him and he just shook his head.

‘Say something.’ You begged him, not moving as he took his first few steps into the room but not coming near you.

‘I don’t know what to say Y/N.’ He told you. He was staring straight at you but it felt like it was more straight through you. He didn’t know who you were anymore.

‘Will you let me explain.’ He shrugged and you swallowed hard on nothing, your coffee long since finished. ‘I was drunk, that’s not an excuse but I was, I can’t remember hardly any of the night-’

‘These sound like excuses Y/N.’ He told you looking cocky. That look would either normally turn you on or annoy you but right now it just made you feel even more guilty.

‘They’re not,’ You told him trying to assure him you weren’t excusing you inexcusable behaviour. ‘He’d been moving in on me and Jen all night and we pushed him away but finally I’d had enough and I let him dance with us, he obviously took it the wrong way-’

‘You seem to remember a lot of the night you can hardly remember any off.’ He interrupted again and you sighed. You couldn’t get annoyed at him for taking stabs at you or for interrupting you when you were trying to explain. And apart from anything else he was right.

‘He obviously took it the wrong way and he kissed me.’ You finished, Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

‘And you kissed him back.’ He said it like he knew, like he’d seen it himself. You shook your head. ‘That’s what the papers and Twitter is saying.’

‘So you’re going to believe them over me?’ You asked he shrugged, he didn’t seem to care. Perhaps he was over it by now. ‘Harry you know what those people are like, you know the shit they come out with, I’m your girlfriend-’

‘No you’re not.’ Your heart broke in that instant. You were shocked into silence, your voice gone and your heart rate tripling. You wanted to fight back, to question it but you thought you might be sick if you opened your mouth. Harry moved closer to you, you could feel his breath as he pulled your face up to look at him. ‘I trusted my girlfriend with everything, I loved her with everything I am, I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for her, she’d have done the same for me.’ Your tears were falling fast and hard, blurring your vision so you could hardly make him out. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ He spat before dropping your face and walking away from you toward the stairs.

‘I’m going for a shower, I want you out by the time I’m done.’ You went to chase him, protest, he was already half way up the stairs by the time you got to the bottom and called his name. ‘I said I want you out Y/N, I don’t want you here right now.’

You sat at the bar on the other side of town from where you’d been three hours ago, waiting. Three hours ago you’d just finished your first show at London fashion week. For most it probably got lost amongst all the other, bigger, well attended shows, but for you it was the biggest deal, made bigger by Harry’s presence. He’d promised he’d be there, of course he’d promised before you’d betrayed his trust, you should have known he wouldn’t break that promise. Harry Styles was many things but he never went back on his word. You should have known that. He sat in the front row with other mutual friends of yours looking better in a shirt from your collection than the model who was wearing it. It certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but it also hadn’t gone unnoticed by the journalists and paparazzi outside either. He’d told them he didn’t want to talk about your relationship but they couldn’t help themselves.

‘That’s one of Y/N’s pieces you’re wearing, isn’t that comment enough?’ One of them asked, Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. You knew the sort of questions they would ask in the current climate, he knew too, you didn’t know why he stopped. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to hear his potential answers, you didn’t want to hear the questions that were on everyone’s lips, yours included. But there were for you to ask, no one else.

‘Look, she’s a good designer I’m here to see the show, shall we leave it at that?’ Harry said before walking away. You saw the video on Twitter, there were the usual nasty comments alongside it and you’d been tagged in some of them but you ignored them all, just watched the video and closed the app. You were there to do your job, you were good at your job, you focused on that.

You caught his eye as you walked down the catwalk at the end of the show to a wildly loud applause. He was smiling,standing with your friends to applaud you and he even gave you a wink. You wished he hadn’t, it confused you even more than it comforted you. Once you returned back up the catwalk he was holding his phone up in front of his face and you felt a little less comforted. He didn’t care as much as he once would have done. It was that, that ensured you didn’t feel good about the meeting he’d proposed, the text coming through to your phone as you were taking garments from models.

Can we meet at the bar later?

It was vague but you knew where he meant.

Sure, I’ll be a couple of hours here so 7ish ok?

See you then

Those few hours passed too slowly. You were confident of what he was going to say, which way it was going to go. He wasn’t going to forgive you, he couldn’t. How could he trust you? If he couldn’t trust you what kind of relationship did you have? You knew it, you could feel it in your stomach but you just wanted to hear it. You wanted to see him, see if anything could be salvaged even if it was just the shadow of a friendship. The wink he’d given you, the proud smile on his face as you walked down the catwalk after your models, made you think that maybe.

It was all whirling around your head in a mess of thoughts as you sat at the bar, Long Island iced tea in hand. You moved it around on the bar, spinning it in your fingers occasionally taking a sip as you mulled your situation over and tried to put yourself in Harry’s shoes. You couldn’t though. He’d never done anything like this to you and you knew he never would. Your drink was half finished when Harry arrived. His hand on your back made you aware of your presence. You smiled weakly as he sat on the stood next to you leaning it to kiss your cheek politely, always polite. The bar man wandered over before anything other than ‘Hi, how are you?’ Could be said.

‘Can I just get,’ He hesitated thinking about it. ‘Ah screw it can I get a daiquiri and another Long Island Iced Tea.’ He didn’t even have to ask, he knew what you’d be drinking in here. Best Long Island Iced Tea in town he’d told you the first time he met you in this bar. He had no idea what he was talking about, and it certainly wasn’t the best Long Island Iced Tea you’d had in London but you couldn’t order anything else. ‘How was your afternoon?’ He asked turning to you, it seemed like a normal conversation wa going to ensure but you knew, not only because it was obvious, but because of the way he was playing with his lips that he was just waiting for his drink to arrive so you’d be undisturbed until he broached the subject.

‘Not bad ta you?’ You asked taking a sip of his drink, he nodded and shrugged. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as he had been earlier. Black jeans, of course, your white silk shirt, black leather boots and the black woolen trench style coat you’d bought him. ‘Where’s everyone else?’ You asked, you knew.

‘Gone for drinks you know that.’ You did know that, that was the plan for after the show. You were all going to go for celebratory drinks before a night on the town but things had changed and Harry was more important.

‘This is more important.’ You told him and he agreed with a nod as the barman bought your drinks over. Harry thanked him and took a sip of the pale yellow cocktail.

‘Collection looked great by the way Y/N.’ He told you with a smile and you thanked him nervously. ‘Got my eyes on a few things.’ He told you cheekily and you chuckled lightly through your straw as you slurped the last mouthful of your cocktail.

‘Well you get friends and family discount, and that’s not a bribe.’ You joked but regretted it instantly. ‘Sorry that was inappropriate.’ You looked down at the bar pulling the second drink closer and pushing the finished one away.

‘Don’t be silly it’s fine.’ He smiled placing his hand on your thigh. You sighed and tried to ignore the contact, you didn’t know what it meant and you were scared to ask. You’d missed it though, his hands on your, his arms around you, his lips. The small touch was enough for now, it was more than you expected and you’d take what you could get.

‘I’m so sorry Harry, I wish-’ You began but he interrupted you and took your hand, turning you in your stool so you faced him.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ He told you and you looked at him confused and slightly panicked. If he wouldn’t even hear you out you stood no chance. You thought he’d wanted to meet so you could talk but perhaps he’d already made his mind up, perhaps it was already over for him and there was no going back. ‘It was all a bit much at first and I didn’t handle it very well.’ You went to interrupt him, tell him he handled it better than you probably would have, that his reaction was more than understandable. ‘You were right, I should have trusted you over what everyone was saying and I do really it just took me a while to realise.’ You nodded taking it in. ‘I don’t want you to explain it, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want you to apologise, I just want to forget it and move on.’ You thought you were going to cry from overwhelming happiness this was going in the complete opposite direction to that you’d thought and prepared for.

‘Harry.’ You gushed. ‘Are you sure, I mean I’d understand if you never wanted to see me again.’ You told him and he laughed.

‘Y/N you’re being ridiculous.’ He told you, your brow furrowed instinctively not quite believing what you were hearing. ‘A drunk guy in a club kissed you, you pushed him away, I mean I’m not happy about it but I’m not going to lose you over it.’ You laughed in disbelief and joy. ‘Let’s just be glad I wasn’t there or you might have been about to become a regular visitor at the local prison.’ You laughed again but this time with humour, everything felt right now and your hand in his didn’t feel like an intrusion. ‘I love you, let’s not something like this happen again.’ You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, savouring every second of his lips on yours. ‘I was thinking, you need to talk to your landlord about your flat.’ You nodded in agreement as conversation flowed in a way it might have done when he’d first arrived back from LA five days earlier, it was like the last week was erased and you couldn’t have been more grateful. ‘Also I’ve got a friend in LA who wants to look at your collection.’ Your eyes went wide and Harry laughed at your reaction.

‘Are you serious?’ London was one thing but the states was another. Harry nodded at you still chuckling.

‘She couldn’t get enough of this shirt and when I told you it was your design she asked if there was more.’ You laughed. You knew Harry Styles walking around in clothes you’d designed could only be a good thing but you’d never imaged it could be that good.

‘Oh my god Harry, thank you.’ You practically leaped off the chair and into his arms. ‘Thank you.’ You said quietly, comforted by his body so close to yours again his arms wrapped around you.

‘You don’t have to thank me, I’ve got nothing to do with you abundance of talent.’ He told you to which you giggled as you pulled back from him a little pressing another, single kiss against his lips. ‘Shall we go find the others?’ You nodded Harry downing the last of his drink before standing from his stool and taking your hand leading you out the door.

The next morning you wake up, naked in Harry’s bed. The smell of his sheets engulfing you. Harry’s side of the bed is empty but the sound of the coffee machine whirring downstairs and the smell of sweet, blueberry pancakes tells you he’s downstairs sorting the normal Saturday breakfast. You pull the heavy duvet in closer for a few seconds, enjoying his sheets alone for a little longer while you check your phone. You pull the charger out of it and the screen illuminates with notifications. Texts of congratulations, a couple of emails and a retweets but one twitter mention that catches your eye.

‘@Harry_Styles mentioned you in a Tweet!’

You unlock your phone slightly confused. It takes a few minutes to load but when it does you could cry. A photo of you walking back up the catwalk the previous day after your show. You’d worn a navy pant suit but lost the jacket earlier in the morning in the mess so you had the tailored trousers on, a black high neck top, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows and your everyday silver bracelets and rings glittering. Your hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck and the bright red lipstick you’d decided on to make you look a little more alive stood out. You had a smile on your face, a smile of relief but also a smile of dread as you saw Harry, phone in hand ceasing to smile and clap you. Now it made sense.

‘My gorgeous girlfriend doing me proud as she does everyday with you to the end. H x’ You felt the tears stinging in your eyes. It looked like it was directed to you, it was your twitter handle in the tweet but you knew it was a message to the world and everyone who continued to feel the need to ask questions and talk about your relationship like they had a clue about it. You took a deep breath and liked the tweet so he knew you’d seen it before swinging your legs out of the bed and searching for the donut hoodie that you couldn’t wait to put back on.

Cheater, Cheater Pt 2 || Jughead J. ft. Archie A.

Song: Pray You Catch Me - Beyoncé

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I hadn’t talked to Archie in 5 days and each day that went by it was a new emotion. I’ve gone from anger to sadness, back to anger, then self hate, and now I’m teetering between anger and sadness. As I walked down the hallway, I’d past several couples, and my heart would break more.

Archie had blown my phone up for the first two days since I’d found out, then it’s text here and there, finally it stopped. I hadn’t responded to a single text.

All that was on my mind was playing the times we were together and he’d cheated on me. I replayed the memories over and over again in my mind, looking for signs. Was I really that stupid that I hadn’t known my boyfriend had been cheating on me for a month?

I walk into my Advanced Lit class, and went straight to the back, opposite of sitting in the middle of the classroom to talk to everybody. Since I’d found out, my brain has been on autopilot while my mind was sitting in the seat dead.

I sat in the back corner, excluded from everyone else. I watched the door as Archie walked in, a smile on his face as he jokingly pushed one of his “friends”. He looked over at me, but I turned my head away, looking out the window.

He was perfectly fine, while I was crumbling apart.

“Hey,” Jughead said to me as he slid into the seat next to mine. “How are you holding up?”

“Not at that well.” I turned my head to him. “Is it bad that I’m so torn up by this?”

“No, you two dated for over a year.” I look down at desk.

“Can we skip Pop’s and just go to your house?” I asked, not wanting to be in public any longer than I have to.

“Yeah, of course.” Jughead had been my rock, since I’d found out Archie had cheated on me with Grundy. It was on thing cheating on me, but with a fucking teacher, that was the breaking point.

“Alright class,” The Lit teacher said, closing the door behind him as the bell rang.


The bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts, I shut my laptop and slid it in my bag. I followed closely behind Jughead, wanting to get out of Archie’s line of sight as quick as possible. We went our separate ways, him going to his next class and me going to my locker.

As I closed my locker and turned to head to my next class, I watched Archie go into Grundy’s classroom. Despite my minds protest, my feet moved towards her classroom, and I’m peeking through the small glass window. Archie and Grundy were close to kissing, and felt sick to my stomach, that’s when I knew any chance of us getting back together was obsolete.

I knew I couldn’t trust him before this and I was still looking for a reason to forgive him, but know that he’s still seeing her after I found out, I knew it was over.

I slipped my phone out my pocket, my glaze still on the pair, hatred setting my blood on fire. I dragged my eyes away from the two, pulling up Archie’s contact and creating a new text.

I didn’t care how cold it was to break up with someone over text, I was pissed, and couldn’t find myself no longer caring if he got hurt.

You two should cover the window, you know before you start snogging. Just thought to give you a tip so you don’t get caught for a third time. Have fun with your slut. We’re over.

I hit send and watched as he pulled away, looking at his phone. He looked up and at the window, his hazel eyes meeting mine. Absolute panic and fear brought down his face, and he’s sprinting to the door, but I was already gone.

“Y/N!” He yelled through the crowded hallway, I ignored him, the damage was done.

I could see the doors to the student parking lot, my hand holding onto my phone with a death grip.

I had to get out of here.

I didn’t feel the heart break anymore, I was numb with anger. I wasn’t just feeling anger though, I finally felt free. Relief.

Archie and I were over and I was walking away, leaving destruction in my path. I didn’t give a single shit.

I got to my car, the wind blowing through my hair as I unlocked my car.

Archie had finally got outside, still yelling my name, but I was already in my car and staring it. He got mid way to my car, but I was already pulling out.

I pressed down on the gas once I got on the road. I rolled down the windows, letting the wind blow throughout my car as I speed. I was laughing and crying, I was free.

I slowed down as I get to my neighborhood, pulling into my driveway. I got out of my car, happiness over taking me as I unlocked the front door, and run up the stairs. I get to my room and fall back into my bed.

Closing my eyes, I knew I was at peace.


I waited for Jughead to get out to the student parking lot, music blasting through my speakers.

Everything felt normal.

As Jug walked up to my car, he seen the huge smile on my face, and before he could say again, I spoke.

“Do you need a ride?” He nodded his, getting into the passenger side of my car, speechless. “Okay, so your house or Pop’s or do you want to just drive around, because I’m totally up for all three?” He looked over at me in complete shock.

“Who are you and what did you do to Y/N?” I laughed.

“I know I did a complete 180 on my mood since Lit, I broke up with Archie, and skipped the rest of school, having a me day.” I explained. “Now where to?”

“I guess my house.” He said buckling up. “And did I just here you say you broke up with Archie?”

“Yep,” I put my car in gear and drive out of the parking lot, the wind yet again blowing through the windows, but no where near as bad as this morning.

“No remorse, sadness? You’re perfectly fine?” He asked, not able to believe the mood I was in.

“Yep, it’s in the past. Now, turn the radio up!” I see him looking at me in disbelief and finally turned up the volume.


“What?” I asked laughing as Jughead continued staring at me in disbelief, he shook his head, giving a slight laugh. He sat in his desk chair as I laid propped up in his bed.

“ I still can’t believe it, yesterday you were balling your eyes out on my shoulder, and today you’re happy as can be.”

“Well belive it, now what about a Star Wars marathon?” He had a ghost of a smile on his face as he agreed. “Okay, you get the movie going and I’ll go make popcorn!” I said, jumping out of his bed and going into the kitchen before he could change his mind.

Once the popcorn was done popping, I poured it in a bowl, and ran up stairs and to his room, finding him propped up against the headboard on his bed, fast forwarding through the commercials.

I got the popcorn!“ I announced, jumping on his bed, but careful not to get the popcorn everywhere. I sat next to him, leaning my back against the headboard and my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me, I didn’t see the look on his face as I continued staring at the TV and eating popcorn.

Once he got the movie started, our night was filled with both of us repeating lines word-for-word, and throwing popcorn at each other.

I eventually laid my head on his chest, pieces of popcorn covering the bed, and called my eyes.

I was at peace.


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Masked

He was oblivious. Oh, not to his work. Standing on the other side of the slab, his nose a hair’s breadth away from Mrs Haversham’s cold lips. He examined her pale features with his sharp eyes.

No, he was oblivious to her.

“Any ideas?” She asked cheerily.

He grunted. “Poison. Cyanide. Injected in her nightly glass of brandy, no doubt. By the butler.”

Molly giggled. “The butler did it?”

Straightening, Sherlock stared at her. Her mirth faded and she blushed, realising just how inappropriate her joke had been.

“Sorry,” she demurred and busied herself gathering her instruments to finish the autopsy and sew up the poor woman’s abdomen. Must she always make a fool of herself in front of him? He must believe her to be an absolute ninny.

If only he knew.

In her embarrassment, she missed the rolling table behind her and bumped into it, sending an array of slides to the floor.

Quick as a wink, she spun around and caught them all in one hand, stacking them in a perfect tower.

Silence descended in the lab and she looked over at Sherlock, who was staring at her with a curious look on his face.

Forcing a laugh, she smiled and set the slides down. “Should probably watch where I’m going.”

He didn’t reply and when she looked back up, the doors were swinging shut behind him.

“Bye,” she muttered glumly and resumed her work. Would he ever truly see her?

oOo

He crouched on the edge of the rooftop, the lights of London glimmering below. His hair, slicked back but for one curl that escaped over his forehead, flickered in the wind, the only movement that gave away his position. The black trousers blended into the shadows, the leather of his black knee boots shimmered in the light. His shirt, deep crimson, hugged his torso and the leather straps that crossed around him from shoulder to waist, wrapping once around his left thigh, held his sword in easy reach. Mycroft had called his outfit ridiculous when he had caught him in it, but Sherlock paid him no mind and had simply readjusted the black mask that covered his face and disappeared.

Tonight, though, he was in no rush to leave his perch. Unless a situation arose he could not ignore. Fortunately for him, he only had to wait a few minutes before a shadow crossed the rooftop two buildings away. Grinning, he leapt, clearing the seven floor drop in one go and rolling onto the next rooftop.

Using his momentum, he sprinted quietly after the shadow. Though smaller and more lithe than him, he had power, longer strides, and the element of surprise on his side and soon overtook his quarry.

In one leap, he jumped over them and landed in their path, in a crouched position.

The Shadow, as he had come to name her, stumbled to a halt. She looked around for an escape, but he had planned this well and easily blocked her way.

“Hello again,” he spoke in a rumbling baritone, gruffer than his natural tone.

With a sigh of annoyance, she crossed her arms and glowered at him behind her mask, the black fabric obscuring most of her face. “What do you want?” Oh, tetchy and annoyed. Just as usual.

He swaggered closer and preened at the appreciative glance she shot him before she was glowering once more. He, in turn, took a moment to appreciate her own form. Clad in a black catsuit, she was petite and slim, but strong, as she had proven over and over. Her dark hair was pulled back in a long braid and swayed as she shifted.

Affecting an air of nonchalance, he crossed his arms and leaned against the building’s outcropping. Only to miss it by half a meter and stumble, much to the Shadow’s amusement. Why was he always making a fool of himself in front of her?

Clearing his throat, he recovered himself and grinned at her. “What’s a nice girl like you doing on a rooftop at this time of night?”

She stared at him. “Seriously? That’s the line you’re going to use?”

He shrugged one shoulder and smirked. “Depends. Did it work?”

“No.”

Oh. His smiled dropped.

“Sorry, but I only have room in my life for one over-bearing, rude, tall and dark drink of water and it’s not you, babe.” She pulled no punches, that was for sure. But she said it softly, as though she knew what it was like to be rejected.

He wondered what idiot would turn down the enchanting enigma before him. Brilliant, beautiful, witty, a fighter who dove headfirst into danger to save lives. She was perfect. 

Suddenly her eyes darted to the side and her smile reappeared. With a wink, she purred, “See you around.”

Before he could blink, she had darted away and taken a flying leap from the rooftop.

Sherlock ran after her and leaned over the edge, his eyes wide. She had found the one escape he had missed and was now hurtling towards the ground on a narrow rain pipe. She jumped the last few metres and rolled skillfully, turning her momentum into a sprint.

Sherlock watched as she disappeared into the night. Even if the pipe could hold his weight, he would not be able to catch her. This was her domain, she knew every nook and cranny, and was already more than likely out of his reach.

In more ways than one.

behind closed doors

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genre: angst; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 2.5k

summary: after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.

prompts:
“do you think we’re bad people?”
“i tried my best to not feel anything for you. guess what? i failed.” 
“if you had asked me to stay, i would’ve.” 

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Let's Go Swimming

Request: “A Harry Hook imagine where the reader and him are already in a relationship and they go swimming together and it’s just super fluffy? Thanks you’re great!”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m taking Harry Hook requests/imagines! [Request here]

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

Originally posted by dalsanguemisto

It was a boring day at the isle. Usually you and your little crew Uma, Gil and your boyfriend Harry would hang out together and basically do things around the isle but today they just didn’t feel like doing anything.

You were in your room under your covers with a hoodie on trying to take a nap when someone walked into your room. Startled you were about to jump out of your bed until you heard your boyfriend’s soothing voice.

“Hey hey relax gorgeous it’s just me.” He said taking a seat in a chair in front of you.

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

Edmund Pevensie x Reader 

Words: 1125
Prompt: (anon) heyy I see you’re doing Narnia requests! if possible I have a request for some sort of Narnian seven minutes in heaven with Edmund? I just think it would be adorable and hot
A/N: I put out a call for requests this morning and got this gem back and I knew I had to write it pretty much the moment I was finished with studying. After listening to some Kodaline and getting inspired; this is what I came up with. It came out WAY sexier than I intended, but I sort of love it. Let me know what you think or you can request another shiny amazing Narnia fic!

Originally posted by evennstars

Spring blossoms fell from the Narnian trees around Cair Paravel; slowly dancing on the warm breeze as they came to rest along the windows. Edmund always loved this time of year; something about the spring air brought with it feelings of hope and change.

On this particular evening, though; he was feeling more spirited than usual. They had company in the castle drawing room; Susan had insisted that they all needed to spend more time socialising and less time working, which Edmund was pretty happy about. Various groups of people were scattered around the huge room; Edmund was sitting on the floor by the fireplace where a large group of his friends were playing some sort of game.
“…It was supposed to be Lily’s turn. Someone should go and find her.” One of the women said, her hands folded in her lap “there are rules, you know.”
“Oh, don’t! I think it’s lovely that she’s helping me out with icing the cake” Lucy cooed before looking up at Edmund slyly.
“Besides” she smirked “Edmund hasn’t had a go yet”.
Edmund flushed bright red.
“I don’t even know if I want a go, Luce. I’m still mulling it over.”
“Do what you want, Ed. I’m going to check on the food. Anyone coming?”
A few of Lucy’s close friends followed suit, and Edmund scooted into her spot.
Sitting across from him, attempting to look nonchalant; (y/n) twirled a coil of hair around her finger. Her eyes caught in the firelight, and Edmund felt his breath hitch in his throat the way it always did when he was around her. She was one of his closest friends; they joked and laughed together for hours around the castle when he wasn’t busy pouring over papers. Day by day, those feelings had grown into something more; something that made his head giddy and his hands clammy.
Of course he hadn’t told her. Because he was an absolute idiot, and absolute idiots didn’t get to be with pretty lovely girls like her.
“Did you…want a turn, Your Majesty?” one of the other girls asked, smiling shyly as her face flushed red. She was pretty; brown curls and a soft smile. He saw (y/n) suppressing a smirk at her referring to him as “Your Majesty”, and Edmund narrowed his eyes.
“This seems like a terrible idea” Edmund sighed “but I may as well”.
Picking up the glass bottle on the carpet, he gave it a strong spin. The bottle span wildly for a few seconds; Edmund wondered if those may have been some of the longest seconds of his life.

The bottle stopped.
Edmund felt his heart stop with it, for a second.
(y/n) blinked, her face flushing absolute beetroot red when she saw it had landed on her. Edmund saw her bite her lip to stifle a slight smile, and he felt his heart sing. He swore the girl who suggested he play looked disappointed, but now wasn’t the right time to think on that.
“We don’t…I mean…if you don’t want to…” Edmund began, his voice all pitchy with nerves.
“No! I’d-” (y/n) began, before taking a deep breath “I mean, if you want to, we should do it. For the sport.”
“The sport” Edmund repeated, stunned. He stood up, his legs like jelly and his hands shaking and held out his hand to her.
She took it slowly, rising up to meet him. Her hands felt soft and smooth against his; he wondered if she could feel his nerves through them.
“I…have no idea where we’re supposed to go now” Edmund laughed.
“The big wardrobe in the corner over there” one of the girls said, pointing to an old mahogany wardrobe nestled in the corner of the room.
Edmund could have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so scattered.

Walking over, he pulled open the handle; the wardrobe was roomy enough for two, but still on the smaller side. There were a few coats hung up on the rack; probably Susan’s, judging by the cut. He stepped inside, the wood creaking under his boots.
(y/n) bit her lip, following him in and softly closing the doors. Outside, Edmund could hear cheers and whistles, and the vague sound of Peter’s voice asking where he’d gone.
But for the most part; it was just them.
He could smell her lavender perfume; feel the warmth of her skin as they stood facing one another. The silence hung in the air, but Edmund could feel electricity moving between them like a current where their skin came close to contact; could feel her cool breath on his face. He wanted to capture this moment; even if nothing came of it at all. The feeling of apprehension sent shocks down his spine; made him feel alive.
“You know” (y/n) whispered, shifting her weight slightly “this might be the quietest you’ve ever been”.
Edmund chuckled quietly, his hand reaching out slowly from his side. When he found hers, he gently brushed the back of his against it, his fingers twitching with nerves.
“I have a lot on my mind at the moment” Edward swallowed, feeling slightly dizzy.
“Ed?” (y/n) asked, her voice lower than usual.
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you, please?”
Edward laughed in disbelief, feeling giddy and excited and terrified all at once. It came out more like a whimper than a laugh, and the sound was odd.
“Yes. God, yes.” Edward breathed, his hand moving to hold hers softly.
He felt her move closer; felt her chest press against him. Everywhere they touched sent fire through his veins.
And then he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
The sensation was overwhelming. Waves of emotion leapt through him, moving his hands to place one around her waist and the other tangled in her hair, the silky strands coiling around his fingertips. Her breath hitched as he leaned into the kiss, feeling as though he might otherwise drown. (y/n) nipped at his bottom lip slightly and he could barely stifle the moan that escaped him, muffled against her mouth. She drew up against him, pushing him against the side of the wardrobe, fists of his shirt in her hands as he shook with passion, taking a brief pause from her mouth to nip at the crease of her neck. She whispered his name, and he could taste the faint lavender perfume on her skin.

When they both pulled away, they were breathing heavily. Edmund tried to blink away the headrush, but stars were dancing on his vision.
“How…was that?” (y/n) breathed, the crack in the wardrobe illuminating the smile on her lips.
“Heaven” Edmund grinned, pressing his lips against her forehead before they stepped back out of their little piece of paradise.

Im Youngmin Mafia AU
  • you were a kindergarten teacher at the elementary school in your town
  • you truly loved your job, having the ability to get students involved in school and their education
  • as the new school year started, you made sure to get to know each of the students and their families well
  • there was one student in particular, im youngjae, who you were concerned about
  • on the first day of school, he’d been dropped off by someone– they’d left so quickly you didn’t get the chance to talk to them– and he’d been whisked away at the end of the day
  • you’ve started noticing that youngjae has issues of some sort with home life
  • you do an activity with the kids about what they want to be when you grow up and he draws a GUN
  • and you’re like no sweetie guns are bad let’s draw a firefighter
  • “but daddy has a gun?”
  • and you’re like ummmmmmmm
  • so of course, when you meet im youngmin, youngjae’s father, for the parent-teacher conferences, you’re intrigued
  • he’s extremely charming, and you find yourself blushing at his small compliments, doing your best to get the conversation back to youngjae’s progression in learning the number line
  • then finally, as the end of the parent-teacher conference draws to an end, you take out the drawing of the gun, showing it to him
  • “this is what youngjae said he wanted to be when he grew up,” you said quietly, watching an array of emotions flit across his face
  • “ah,” youngmin nodded, pulling the paper towards him and tracing the crayon lines carefully
  • you watched as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his dress shirt shifting slightly
  • you caught sight of a tattoo on his chest– 101– and you sucked in a breath, understanding
  • while the man in front of you was obviously involved in shady business, he looked so upset about the whole thing, and you felt bad 
  • pulling the paper away, you smiled at youngmin
  • “mr. im, i just wanted to let you know about that,” you said cheerfully, “i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. youngjae is an absolute sweetheart to have in the classroom. he’s very helpful to his peers, and does his best to understand and keep working on the tasks he’s given.”
  • “please, call me youngmin,” youngmin insisted, shaking your hand as he headed out
  • his hand was warm, and you felt like you’d been shocked
  • one day, you noticed that youngjae hadn’t been picked up after school, so you brought him back to your classroom
  • he sat there, playing with the small boardgames and puzzles that you had as you worked on your report cards, checking to make sure he was okay  every so often
  • the hours passed, and soon, it was past dinner
  • he was clearly hungry, so you dug out some goldfish and let him have that
  • “don’t tell dad, alright?” you winked at him, and youngjae giggled, nodding as he shoved a goldfish into his mouth (this is a terrible teacher btw)
  • you were worried that youngmin wasn’t showing up, but youngjae said he hadn’t said anything about him picking youngjae up late
  • you looked through the emergency contact cards you had, figuring that you would just call him and see what was up
  • on the other side of town, youngmin was tied up to a chair, glaring up at choi seungcheol of svt, blood pouring out of his mouth and ribs hurting like hell
  • “i’m not telling you where we hid the ammo,” he growled, looking up at seungcheol defiantly
  • “oh youngmin, sooner or later, you’ll have to tell us,” seungcheol smiled, holding up a hammer, “after all, you only have so many bones in your body.”
  • suddenly, a phone started ringing
  • another one of the svt members yanked the phone from youngmin’s pocket, showing the screen to seungcheol, who nodded
  • “answer it.”
  • “hello, mr. im? ah, i mean, youngmin?”
  • youngmin visibly tensed in the chair, eyes widening for a brief second. a huge grin spread across seungcheol’s face
  • “i was just calling to remind you that youngjae is still waiting for you here at the elementary school.”
  • “daddy, i wanna go home!” youngjae’s high-pitched voice echoed through the room
  • “youngmin?”
  • seungcheol ended the call, smiling down at youngjae, “i guess we won’t get to all your bones today.”
  • “leave them the hell alone,” youngmin shouted after seungcheol as he left the room, motioning for the others to untie youngmin
  • back at the school, you frowned down at the phone in your hand
  • “did daddy say anything?” youngjae asked, tugging on your sleeve, “is he on his way?”
  • “daddy’s just running late,” you replied, worried. he had responded– why hadn’t he said anything?
  • suddenly, your mind flashed back to the tattoo you’d seen on his chest
  • while youngmin was strange, he never picked youngjae up late– ever
  • he clearly cherished his son, and you couldn’t see his work, however illegal it was, getting in the way of his son’s well being
  • frowning, you dialed someone else, heart beating in your chest
  • one of your friends claimed to that one of her friends was a fairly high-up member of 101, and something about this whole situation seemed fishy
  • after getting the guy’s number from her, you quickly called him
  • “lee euiwoong, who am I speaking to?”
  • you quickly explained the situation, telling him that you were youngjae’s teacher and that you’d called youngmin and hadn’t gotten a response even though you picked up
  • euiwoong cursed, running a hand through his hair
  • he told you not to move from the school, that something might be going on
  • right after he told you that, you heard a loud series of bangs, presumably guns
  • shaking, you hung up, picking up youngjae and running to a small supply closet, hiding in there
  • “youngjae, we’re going to play a game, okay?” you said quietly, holding him close
  • youngjae was clearly scared, shaking as well
  • “we’re hiding, and we have to be as quiet as possible.”
  • youngjae nodded, and you put your arms around him, doing your best to comfort the five- year old
  • you heard loud shouting, the occasional crash, and youngjae whimpered, holding you tighter
  • suddenly, there was another series of bangs, and the sounds of fighting ensued
  • “get the classroom,” you heard someone growl
  • your heartbeat picked up, clutching youngjae tightly
  • you heard someone walk around the supply closet, and you felt hot tears running down your cheeks, thinking over and over that today was the day you were going to die
  • footsteps stopped in front of the supply closet, and you felt like the sound of your heartbeat was going to give you away
  • youngjae sniffled a tiny bit and your heart dropped as the door was wrenched open, revealing an incredibly buff guy with a disgusting grin
  • “you can’t escape n–”
  • he was cut off by the pop of a gunshot, slumping to the side in an instant
  • youngmin rushed over to the two of you, trying to lift youngjae up, but the small boy wouldn’t let go of you
  • youngmin carefully helped you up, walking you over to a chair and helping you sit down
  • “are you okay?” he asked, checking both you and youngjae for injuries
  • “we’re fine,” you assured him, “just a bit shaken up is all. you arrived just in time– thank you.”
  • youngmin stared at you, obviously pained, “i should be apologizing, i’m the one who got you into all of this.”
  • you shook your head, gently rocking youngjae back and forth, “it was those lunatics that got me into this, not you. euiwoong told me about svt.”
  • “you know about svt?” youngmin looked startled, “you know about 101?”
  • you laughed at that, “i saw your tattoo the first time we met.”
  • “and you weren’t terrified of me?” youngmin asked incredulously, “i shoot guys for a living.”
  • “youngmin, anyone who clearly has so much love for their son isn’t a bad person,” you said quietly, watching as youngjae’s eyelids fluttered shut
  • youngmin stared at you quietly, eyes looking down at youngjae before back at you
  • “(y/n),” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “thank you, for all you’ve done for my family.”
  • youngmin chill with the cheese a bit pls
  • you end up staying the night at his house because youngjae really won’t let go of you
  • he insists that you take the bed and he can sleep on the couch, and you feel bad but he really won’t have it any other way
  • it’s a friday night, so you’re able to stay over
  • youngjae looks so small and fragile, you feel bad that he had to experience such an intense night
  • he falls asleep and eventually lets go of you, but you can’t seem to fall asleep after such a chaotic night
  • you get up to grab a glass of water, hoping that youngmin won’t mind
  • for some reason, the glasses are on a super high shelf that you can’t reach, even on your tiptoes
  • “need some help?” youngmin apparently was having a hard time sleeping as well
  • instead of water, he made the two of you tea, and you sat at his small dinner table
  • “you know, to be honest, there’s a reason why svt targeted you specifically,” youngmin said quietly, rubbing the back of his head
  • “i thought it was because of youngjae?” you asked in confusion
  • “partially, yes,” youngmin nodded, “and maybe this isn’t the right timing to tell you this, but i like you, (y/n),” he confessed, looking over at you over his cup of tea
  • “you like me?” you frowned, “how? why?”
  • youngmin chuckled, “you’re… you’re you,” he shrugged, “and i like that.”
  • “does that mean (y/n) will be my mommy now?”
  • youngmin turned bright red lmao
  • aPPARENTLY youngjae had woken up and gone out to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about
  • “maybe not mommy,” you replied, ruffling youngjae’s messy hair, “daddy’s girlfriend, though, maybe we have a deal.”
  • youngjae nodded happily, giving you a thumbs up
  • “wait, really?” youngmin looked at you hopefully, “you’ll date me?”
  • “yes, really,” you laughed at his disbelief, “but if i get kidnapped on the first date, I’ll have to reconsider.”

thank you so so much to the anon who left this super detailed possible plot that, upon reading it again, i’m realizing was meant for jonghyun, jung jung or eunki, so for theirs i will DEF try to incorporate something similar w/kids, but thank you again!

First Date One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: major fluff and dorky peter feels. Potential IT spoiler? (but not really) A curse word here and there -nothing new.

Requested by @imaginesyes : Hi :) I just loved your “Just One Video” series and literally waiting for part 3. Also I have a request if you don’t mind :) Can you write a first date imagine with peter being ablushing and stuttering mess? I would really like that so thnx if you do it <33

A/N: First of all, thank you! Second of all, thank you!! Lol, this was such a cute idea I’m so proud of it; I hope you enjoy!

word count: 5k (is this long for a one shot? probably)


I was walking down the hall when I saw the poster. After Liz Allen left Midtown in the beginning of the school year, the Academic Decathlon team was looking for a new member to replace her spot. Given my excellent GPA and grades, not to mention my love for trivia and competition, I decided to try my luck and apply. This would’ve been a great way to meet new friends anyway, I hope. See, I had classmates I talked to, but no one I could really call a friend. That changed when I heard back from the Decathlon team; they’d accepted my application. For the next few months, it was safe to say that I had found a friend in Michelle, Ned, and Peter. 

Peter freaking Parker.

The thing about Peter Parker was that you couldn’t just be his friend. No. Once you get to know him, well, it’s hard to not fall in love with him. Or, as close to love as I understand. All I know is that I want him to be in my life for as long as possible: as a friend, or more than a friend. Preferably the second option, but that’s just me hopelessly praying.

“With you staring at him like that, I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on,” Michelle muttered. 

I snapped out of my daze, and smacked MJ’s arm, “I do not stare.” Michelle gave me a dead-panned look and I sighed. “I just wanted to see if he was getting fries today. They’re pretty good,” I said, focusing on my tray of food instead.

Peter and Ned were in the lunch line, and MJ and I were sat at our table waiting for them. I picked at my food while MJ sat reading one of her books.

Michelle chuckled, “Yeah. Okay. Why don’t you just ask him out? You know, break those gender roles.”

I scoffed, “I’m all for that, but, in case you haven’t noticed -I’m a chicken.”

“And in case you haven’t noticed, Parker is too. He clearly has a thing for you. Anyone with eyes could see that,” she said stealing a fry, “and anyone without eyes could see it too.”

I scoffed in disbelief, “Sure he does.” 

Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’ll see.”

I turned to look at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you’ll see that I’m right -as usual,” she shrugged, continuing to read.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Sup losers,” MJ called, not looking up from her book.

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I looked around to see who she was talking to. And there in front of our table was Ned and Peter. Ned greeted me with a warm smile and Peter -Peter looked like he was about to present in front of the class.

“Why do you still call us losers?” Ned asked, taking a seat.

MJ shrugged and said, “Can’t change much in 3 months.”

I laughed, but then noticed that Peter was still standing up, just staring. “You okay, Pete?” I asked, looking up at him.

“H-Hi,” he said, finally sitting down. 

“Hi?” I said, laughing slightly at his awkwardness. It was cute, so I smiled nonetheless. 

“Oh god,” I heard MJ whisper to herself. She looked up when she realized she said that out loud. “This part in the book just got really awkward and pathetic, so,” she said, motioning to the book.

Peter gave her a look, but then turned to me. “To answer your question, I’m great, just um, thinking about the quiz next period,” he said, chewing on his food.

“Yeah, Peter’s been worried about this quiz all day; I’m telling him he shouldn’t worry and will be glad to just get it over with,” Ned added.

“Please,” MJ muttered. Looking up once again, she said “the book.”

“The quiz can’t be that bad,” I tried to reassure him.

“Oh, it’s not,” Ned said. “Peter just worries about everything going wrong, when I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said, looking at Peter as he emphasized the last part.

“I mean, I hope it goes well. I’ve uh, I’ve been practicing,” his eyes widened, “I mean studying -I’ve been studying.”

Ned stifled a laugh, “Been studying for a while, haven’t you Peter?”

“Shut up Ned,” Peter mumbled, turning red. 

“I’m sure your studying will pay off,” I said, offering him a small smile.

Peter smiled back and I had to look away before I started blushing.

His face is just so cute

Ned cleared his throat, “You know what? I forgot something in my locker, I should go get it before lunch ends.”

We all looked at Ned, and I spoke up, “You just got here.”

“Did I? I didn’t even notice,” he said, trying to laugh it off.

“Lunch isn’t over for another 15 minutes, you don’t have to leave right now,” I said, confused. 

“15 minutes?” Michelle exclaimed. “Ah, well, better start walking now. There’s probably a huge crowd in the hall or something. I’ll go with you -I need to return this book to the library anyway, it’s not a good read.” MJ got up from the lunch table and started shoving Ned to walk. “C’mon,” she said. 

“What? Ned!” Peter cried, looking desperately at his friend. “MJ?”

Ned glimpsed back and gave Peter a thumbs up, “Good luck on the quiz!

“Lord knows you’ll need it,” MJ mumbled.

Peter looked at their forms retreat, and I shuffled in my seat. We’ve never really been alone before. Deciding to break the silence, I asked, “Um, how much is your quiz even worth?”

Peter looked at me, his brown eyes piercing my own. “Everything,” he softly whispered.

I scrunched up my face, “Everything? A quiz can’t be worth that much, I mean, it’s not like it’s a test.”

“I think it’s worth more than that,” he said, propping his chin up with his fist.

“More than a test?” I laughed in disbelief. “I doubt that.” I looked down at my food, and continued to eat. I was conscious enough to make sure I didn’t look like a complete pig while eating; I was very much aware that Peter was still looking at me.

“Um, Y/N?” Peter hesitantly asked.

“Mmhmm?” I asked, taking a sip of water.

“There’s no quiz next period,” he confessed.

“There isn’t?” I asked, setting down my bottle. “Then what has you so worried?”

“Uh, I wanted to ask you,” Peter paused, “something.” I gave him an expectant look so he continued, “I was hoping you and I could, um, go out? Together? Like, on a date or something.” Peter didn’t look at me directly, and I could see that he was blushing.

I was too.

“Oh,” I said, stunned.

Oh my god

“Bu-but you don’t have to! If you don’t want to!” Peter quickly added. “I-it’s cool, I understand. We could just forget that this-”

I cut him off, “No!” Realizing I said that a little too loud, I lowered my voice. “No -I mean, not ‘No’. I meant yes! I’d -I would love to go on a date. With you. Together,” I stumbled.

“You would?” Peter breathed.

“Of course,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear, trying to hide my smile.

“Cool,” he smiled.

I chuckled nervously, “Cool.”

“So, um, when are you free?” He asked, finally meeting my eyes.

“Always,” I said too quickly. “I mean, I’d have to check my schedule, but, I’m available any day. Most likely”

Smooth, Y/N, smooth

Peter smiled, “Th-that’s great! How about we go out…tomorrow?” He looked nervous all over again. “Or is that too soon?”

“No, it’s great! It’s not too soon at all,” I said, trying not to seem too eager. “Um, did you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could go old school and watch a movie -maybe eat afterwards,” he said, grinning. “Or eat before, if you want. Or not eat at all. Uh, you know what? We could do something else actually. This seemed like a good idea in my head, but it sounds kinda lame now that I’m saying this out loud and-”

“It’s not lame, it’s perfect,” I smiled. “I love going to the movies. And eating.”

Peter looked relieved, “Really? That’s great! Cause there’s this new movie that comes out tomorrow, and it looks sick.”

“What movie?”

IT,” he replied, with a gleam in his eyes.

“The one with the clown?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding excited.

“I’m down -since I’m not watching IT alone,” I chuckled at my joke.

Oh my god,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Nonetheless, he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Dinner and a movie is fun, right? It’s not too dumb?” He then asked, some doubt in his voice.

“Seriously Peter, I’m looking forward to IT,” I said, reaching across the table to put my hand over his.

“I can’t wait to hear more of your lame puns tomorrow night,” he grinned, looking at our hands with a faint smile. “I want our first date to be perfect,” he murmured.
My heart fluttered at his words and at how sweet he was being. I blushed when he turned his hand over to hold mine, softly running his thumb on the back of my hand. The bell decided it was a good time to ring, so Peter and I pulled back. He cleared his throat and we both got up to throw away our food.

“Um, so, what time should I, uh, pick you up?” He asked shyly.

“Oh, you don’t have to come get me, I live so far from you,” I protested.

“It’s, like, a rule of first dates that I can’t break, Y/N,” Peter countered. “I want to do this right, so let me be a gentleman.”

“Fine,” I said, fighting a smile. “Is there a show time around 7?”

“There’s one at 7:45, so, I can come get you at 7? Is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Cool,” he smiled back. “I guess I should start walking to class now,” he said, seeing how we had to go opposite ways.

“I guess you should,” I jokingly said, “you don’t want to miss your quiz.”

“What quiz?” Peter said, looking panicked for a moment. “Oh,” he said, realization dawning upon him, “right. The 'quiz’. Very funny, Y/N.”

I put on a huge smile for him to see and said, “It’s too funny to tease you.”

Peter let out a breathless chuckle and then quickly leaned in to kiss my cheek. If I hadn’t felt it, I would’ve thought that I imagined it. His movements were quick and short, but still sweet.

When he pulled back, he looked flustered and I mirrored his expression.
“W-was that okay?” He whispered, sounding nervous.

“Um, yeah -more than okay. With me,” I mumbled.

Peter offered a small smile and slowly started to walk away. “Okay, I’ll -I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After collecting myself, I called back, “Don’t be late Parker!”

“I won’t!” He said, turning to me as he walked, bumping into some students. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he went.

I let out a chuckle and shook my head.

I can’t wait for tomorrow


“Is this one okay?” I asked, twirling in front of my webcam.

“Yeah,” MJ replied.

“You know I can see you, right? You’re not even looking at the screen!” I exasperated.

I was currently web-chatting MJ, and she was supposed to be helping me choose an outfit for my date with Peter today. Key words: supposed to.

I heard MJ sigh, but then look at me through the screen. “Everything looks great on you, Y/N. Peter’s seen you in hoodies and sneakers all the time -he’ll swoon at anything you wear.”

I smiled at Michelle’s compliment, and looked down at my choices again.

“Pick the grey sweatshirt with the black jeans and boots. Not the ones with heels though, you don’t wanna over do it. Oh, add a necklace and you’re all set.” She said.

“Hair up or down?” I asked, gathering the clothes she suggested.

“Down,” she confirmed.

“You’re a life saver,” I sighed.

“I know,” she shrugged, smirking a bit.

“I gotta get ready, I’ll tell you how it goes!” I said, sitting back down to sign off.

Please don’t,” she sighed.

“Oh c'mon, you know you wanna hear about it,” I said, teasingly.

“Do I really?” She asked rhetorically.

“I’ll save it for Monday,” I replied.

“What kind of mercy is that,” MJ muttered. 

“Bye Michelle,” I said smiling.

She put the peace sign up, then hung up. I have three hours until Peter shows up -just enough time for me to get ready.


At 6:55, I was rushing around my house to make sure I had everything. Truth be told, I was pretty sure I had everything that I needed -given that I was ready to leave 20 minutes ago.

“Please sit down, you’re giving me a headache,” my mom sighed from the couch.

“Mom, I just want to make-”

“'Make sure you have everything’ yes, I’ve heard it for the past half hour,” she finished for me, giving me a teasing smile.

I sheepishly looked at her. “I’m just nervous.”

My mom’s eyes softened. “It’s your first date, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, he’s your friend, right?”

“Yes, so, please don’t embarrass me when he gets here.” I sighed, taking a seat next to her.

“If I don’t embarrass my daughter, then who will?” She joked.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that all on my own,” I muttered.

My mom let out a laugh, “Sweetheart, just be glad that your father’s not home right now to greet him.”

“Oh I’m extremely glad, if Dad was here, he’d threaten Peter with-”
I was cut off by the door bell ringing. I gasped, “Oh my god, he’s here!” I sprang up from the couch. “Mom! He’s here!” I whisper-yelled.

My mom glanced to the clock, “I’m aware. He’s very punctual. I swear that it just turned 7.”

I sped walked to the door and had my hand hovering over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked it, and pulled it open.

The butterflies in my stomach only grew when I saw Peter in front of me. He was about to knock instead, but put his hand down when he saw me.
“Oh,” he chuckled. Then he looked at me, blushing with a smile. “Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”

I could feel how red my face turned, so I looked down at Peter’s outfit instead, smiling shyly. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a blue button-up shirt underneath. His dark jeans and shoes made him look so hot -what the hell. Mustering a reply, I said, “You do too.”  My eyes widened when I realized what I said. “I meant handsome. You look handsome. Not beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful too. You’re both.” I chuckled nervously.

“Th-thanks Y/N,” he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Are those for me?” I asked, pointing to the bouquet of flowers.

In turn, Peter seemed like he barely remembered what he was holding. “Oh! Yeah! Yes! Here,” he said, handing them to me.

I smiled even wider at his gesture, “This is so sweet, thank you Peter.” Practically melting on the spot, I caressed the bouquet and continued, “I’m surprised you made it right on time.”

“Well, I actually got here at 6:50 but I just, sorta, stood outside your door until it was 7,” he sheepishly admitted, blushing profusely.

“Peter,” I lightly laughed, “are you serious?”

“Y/N? Are you just going to flirt or are you going to let me meet him?” My mom called from the living room.

Now my face was red -for a whole other reason. “Mom!” I exclaimed, turning around to give her a look of complete horror.

She stood up and headed towards me, “Oh, he got you flowers! How sweet,” she cooed.

“Mom!” I exasperated, embarrassed. I stepped aside and opened the door wider when my mom came by my side.

Ignoring me, my mom greeted Peter. “And this young man must be Peter!”

Peter looked like he was going to shit his pants. Nervously offering his hand, he said, “Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Peter Parker.”

My mom raised her brows at his manners, “Y/N didn’t tell me she was going on a date with a gentleman.” She gladly shook his hand, and Peter looked shy.

“I promised my aunt that I’d never disrespect a woman,” he admitted, pulling his hand back.

“Well I hope you plan to keep that promise tonight young man,” my mom smiled, with a serious look in her eyes.

Oh my god mom,” I cried, horrified at what she was suggesting.

“D-don’t worry mam, I fully intend to,” Peter replied, offering a small smile.

Before my mom could reply, I butt in. “Mom, we’ll be late for the movie. Can you put the flowers in a vase for me? Thanks!” I gave the flowers to my mom and starting heading out the door, lightly tugging on Peter’s arm.

“Be safe! Call me if anything happens! I want her home by midnight!” My mom called from the door as we walked down my drive-way.

I gave my mom a thumbs up and she stayed at the door until we got close enough to Peter’s car. “God, I am so sorry about that,” I muttered. 

Peter replied with a chuckle, “Don’t be -I don’t think that went too bad, right?”

“Sure,” I laughed.

Peter was about to open the door, but he paused to look at me.
“My aunt May is going to drive us to the theater, and I am so sorry in advance for whatever she says during the ride,” he rushed, whispering slightly.

“It’ll be fine, Peter,” I whispered back. “Can’t be any worse than my mom’s comments.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, opening the door for me. I thanked him and he got in after me. I was immediately greeted by a woman in the front seat.

“Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m Peter’s aunt, May. He’s talked so much about you-”

Peter cut her off, clearing his throat, “Aunt May.” He gave a look, but Aunt May kept talking.

“He didn’t exaggerate when he said you were gorgeous!” At that moment, Peter nearly choked on his spit. “Oh right. Peter doesn’t want me to 'embarrass’ him -and I’m not! I’m just making conversation,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

I giggled, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Parker.”

“Oh, ’Mrs. Parker.’ That’s so fancy, I like her,” Aunt May said to Peter.

I merely blushed and Peter decided to speak up, “I think we should start leaving. We don’t wanna get caught in traffic, you know.”

“Okay okay,” Aunt May sighed, starting the car. “Pretend I’m not here. I’m just an Uber driver.”

“May!” Peter cried.

“Lyft?” She suggested. I laughed at their banter and Peter replied by giving her another look. “Fine, I got it. I can take a hint,” she teased.

“I’m sorry about that,” Peter leaned in to whisper to me.

I got goosebumps at his close proximity, his voice so close to my ear, sending chills down my neck. “It’s okay Peter, I really like your aunt,” I whispered back.

He smiled back and looked down at his hands. He fumbled with his hands, and I looked out the window. Peter did too, and we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I decided to look at Peter and strike up a conversation. Though, I think he had the same idea in mind. We both started to say something but laughed when we spoke at the same time.

“You go first,” he suggested.

Normally I’d suggest Peter go first as well, but I knew that he would pull the I’m a gentleman card and refuse my offer. “I was just gunna say that I’m excited about the movie.”

“I am too, it actually looks scary. Have you seen the original?” He asked.

“No, but after this one, I want to watch it,” I replied.

“Me too! Maybe we can watch it together?” He shyly suggested.

I could hear Aunt May hold back a laugh from the front seat at Peter’s shy demeanor. He glared at her threw the rear-view mirror.

“I’d love that,” I grinned.

We continued the small talk for the rest of the ride, getting back to our friendly-selves.


Once we got the the theater, Peter insisted he go around to open my door for me again. When he was out of the car, I told Aunt May, “Your nephew is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

Aunt May practically gushed, “I know, oh, I’m so proud of him! You seem like such a nice girl, take care of him for me, okay?”

“I will,” I said as Peter opened the door.

He gave a mock bow, “The ball awaits.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled anyway. “Thanks Sir Peter.”

Getting out of the car, we made our way towards the entrance. Half way there, Aunt May rolled down the window and called out to Peter. We stopped walking and Peter said a quick “Wait here,” while he jogged back to the car. He leaned down to talk to his aunt. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw that Peter kept nodding. He waved goodbye and I did as well as Peter came back to me.

“Sorry about that,” he breathed.

“It’s cool, we still have enough time before the movie starts,” I shrugged.

“I’ll go buy us the tickets,” he said, opening the door for me when we got to the front.

“You won’t accept my money tonight, will you Sir Peter?” I teased.

“Nope,” he said grinning.

This theater didn’t check for ID, so Peter easily got tickets to an R-rated movie. We went inside and Peter bought popcorn and soda to share -much to my dismay, he payed for it all.

“Y/N, relax,” he chuckled at my expression.

“That was almost fifteen bucks,” I gaped. “Do they butter their popcorn with liquid gold or something?”

He let out a laugh. “I have enough money for tonight, don’t even worry about it,” he tried to reassure me as we made our way to find some seats. 

“At least let me buy one thing tonight. My conscious is killing me,” I pleaded.

Peter sighed, but knew me too well to deny me this. “One thing. But, it can’t be too expensive.”

I smiled in triumph and we took our seats. Since this theater is a bit smaller, not a lot of people came to this one. They were probably at the one downtown -which was fine by me. I didn’t like huge crowds.

Peter and I quietly talked until the trailers started. We geeked out over our mutual love for films and it was an over-all fun time. When the movie finally started, I scoot closer to Peter, knowing that I was going to get scared at some parts. I needed comfort, okay? In the beginning of the film, something shocking happened out of no where, so I audibly gasped and hid my face in Peter’s shoulder. He flinched, surprised at my sudden movement. Then, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around me.

“You good?” He whispered.

“He just died,” I gaped.

“I know,” he whispered back. “Look away, I’ll be your shield.”

I smiled to myself and kept watching.


Peter was possibly the best person to see a movie with. Whenever I couldn’t stand the suspense, he held me closer. He whispered some funny comments, and I did as well. Having him quietly laugh in my ear was like music to my ears. I couldn’t tell if I got chills from the movie, or from how close Peter was to me. Not to mention how good his cologne smelled. Though, the movie was already funny in itself. Peter and I were dying of laughter.

“Omg, Finn by far had the best character,” I said walking out of the theater.

“Richie definitely had the best lines,” Peter agreed. “Eddie was my favorite though.”

We talked more about the movie, walking down the street towards a pizzeria. Peter’s hand brushed against mine and I blushed when he held it. He looked down at me and smiled. Offering him one back, we went to go eat. This time, Peter let me buy the drinks -which was something at least. We sat down at a table and talked like we normally would -this time it was for two hours. I’ve never had such a long one-on-one conversation with him and I loved it; it felt so natural to be around Peter, so the conversation flowed easily. 

The only awkward part was when it was time to leave. His aunt was coming to pick us up, so Peter and I realized we had little time left for our date.

“Do you wanna wait outside?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

We started walking back towards the theater to wait outside of it. Peter grabbed my hand -more confidently this time -and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Peter stopped walking midway to the theater.

“Hey,” he said, getting my attention. “We don’t, um, have much time left tonight. And before we’re around my aunt and your mom, I wanted to, uh, sort of ask you something. Without them watching,” he nervously chuckled.

“Um, yeah, okay,” I said, looking up at him.

“I don’t,” he softly laughed, “I don’t know how to casually bring this up. I suck at this.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never done this before,” I added.

“You’ve never been on a date?” He asked incredulously.

I slightly laughed, “No.”

Peter held both of my hands and interlocked them as he talked, fully facing me. “How is that -how is that possible? I mean, you- you’re perfect. You’re so pretty and funny and smart -how has no one asked you out on a date before?”

I smiled and blushed at his compliments. “I don’t know,” I said shyly, “boys just don’t like me like that.”

Peter scoffed, “That’s ridiculous. Any guy would be dumb to not like you.”

“Stop,” I said, laughing lightly. I looked away to hide the pink tint in my cheeks.

All these compliments are making my head spin.

“What?” He grinned back. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. “How do you not realize this?” He softly whispered, looking me in my eyes.
I held my breath and looked back at him. He moved his hand and cupped the back of my neck instead, his other hand lightly touching my waist.

“I-is this okay?” He asked.

I simply nodded, too nervous to say anything.

“Have you ever been kissed?” He murmured, looking at my lips. He moved his hand from my waist to the small of my back.

“Does preschool count?” I whispered, stepping impossibly closer.

He smiled and nodded his head no.

“Then no,” I replied, putting my hands on his shoulders.

“Me too.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” he asked finally.

I nodded my head yes and fluttered my eyes closed when our lips met. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I matched Peter’s movements. His lips were really soft and felt so natural against my own. He pressed me further against him and I held back a moan. We kept kissing until we had to take a breath. He slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” He asked breathlessly.

“I could say the same for you,” I gasped lightly. 

I couldn’t hold back my smile when Peter said, “We should definitely do this again.”

“Kiss? Or go on a date?” I asked.

“Both,” he replied. He gave me a short peck and then said, “it’ll be easier if you were my girlfriend though.”

I pulled back to look at his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the end of his curls. “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes?” He said, unsure. “I mean, originally, I had this whole thing planned out but-”

I cut him off with a short kiss. “Yes,” I said eagerly.

Peter looked flustered, and said, “Really?”

“Do I really need to repeat myself Peter?” I teased.

“Maybe just the kiss part. I didn’t quite get that,” he said cheekily.

I rolled my eyes playfully when Peter’s phone dinged. He pulled away from me and checked it. “Shit, Aunt May’s outside the theater waiting for us.” Peter quickly stole a kiss. “One for the road.”

I merely blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I can get used to this

He held my hand again and we walked back to May’s car. On the car ride back, we talked about the movie to May, getting excited as we retold the best scenes. He held my hand the whole car ride, even if it got sweaty after a while.

Once we got to my house, and Peter did his gentleman routine, I said goodbye to his aunt. Peter walked me to my door, and before I opened it, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents weren’t aware I was home yet.

I whispered softly, “This was one of the best nights of my life.”

Peter looked so happy, yet shocked, “Re-really? One of the best?”

I giggled quietly at his excitement. “Yes, definitely one of the best.”

Peter smiled and said, “I’ll text you later okay?”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head.

The porch light above us turned on, so I quickly gave Peter a hug. “Bye, Peter!”

He hugged back and kissed my cheek when he pulled away, quickly whispering back, “Bye Y/N.”

He walked away and made it to the car before my door opened to show my dad standing there.

“Damn, did I miss him?” My dad asked, looking around.

“Yup, sorry Dad. Maybe you’ll meet him some other time,” I shrugged, walking inside.

“You can tell us all about the movie tomorrow. Go to sleep,” My dad said, ruffling my hair.

I swatted at his hand and laughed, “Yeah okay.”

I went to my room and got ready for bed. When I checked my phone, I saw that Peter had texted me.

Goodnight beautiful ❤️xx

I bit my lip and smiled.

Goodnight Sir Peter ❤️


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I’ve Alway Been Here, Not Him- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by unchxxrted


Request/Summary/prompt:PLEASE USE PROMPT 10 IN A HARRY HOOK IMAGINE (maybe with the reader as Tiana’s daughter - I’ve read a few imagines with this pairing and it’s my favourite) WHERE THE READER GETS DUMPED BY CHAD! It would make my day xxxcould you #10 from the prompt list with harry
#10 with Harry Hook please!

A: I still love him B. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him
B: You don’t get it do you?
A: B?
B: I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you A but you’ve never even notice.

Warnings: Like one curse word

I smiled as I walked over to Evie and Mal’s room. Today was Chad and I’s four month anniversary and I was on my way to get my outfit from Evie. 

“Hey E,” I said when I walked in.

“Y/n, I have your outfit ready for tonight. It is right over there,” She told me, pointing at my outfit.

“Wow, it’s perfect! Thank you so much,” I told her as I pulled her into a hug.

“I am so glad you like it, I hope you like Chad as much as you like the outfit,” She said as her smile dropped. I gave her a confused look, not knowing why she would say that.

“Y/n we all know you have a thing for Harry. I don’t know why you are dating Chad,” She said shaking her head. 

“Look, Harry doesn’t like me so why should I waste my time waiting on someone who will never love me the way I love them. Chad loves me and that is all that matters,” I sighed out. It was true, ever since I met Harry I felt a connection to him. I knew it was only one-sided though, he would only ever think of me as his friend. No matter how much it hurt to admit .

“How do you know that? Did you ever ask him,” She questioned me.

“No but it doesn’t matter now, I have Chad,” I said as I started getting changed behind the board setup for changing. I could hear her sigh but I just ignored it.

“How do I look,” I asked after I was done getting dressed.

“Smoking, now go get him tigger,” She laughed out with a wink. I laughed and said one more thank you before heading over to Chad’s dorm. As I wa walking I bumped into Harry, literally. 

“Oh sorry lass, didn’t see you there,” Harry said helping me up. 

“It’s fine Harry,” I told him with a warm smile.

“Wow you look, you look breath taking,”He said in awe, looking me up and down. I blushed at his comment and looked away.

“Thanks Harry but I look the same as always,” I said.

“Exactly,” I heard him whisper out.

“Well I have to go meet Chad. See you later,” I told him as I quickly walked off. He mumbled a goodbye as he watched me go.

When I arrived at Chad’s dorm I heard quite moans and laughs.

“Chad stop, y/n is going to be here any second,” I heard a voice that sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite tell who it was.

“She won’t find out, don’t worry. Even if she does what does it matter? I don’t even love her,” Chad said. I was debating on going in or just walking away. I decided on walking in. When I walked in I saw Chad and Audrey making out with there clothes scattered all around the room. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as I saw the scene in front of me. 

“What the hell Chad,” I screamed at him as they jumped off each other.

“Y/n I-I can explain,” Chad quickly stuttered out. He pulled up his boxers and ran over to me. I took a few steps back as he came closer.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way. Look I just, I just don’t love you anymore. You were getting boring,” He hesitantly said. I felt tears fall out of my eyes but I quickly whipped them away.

“So instead of coming to me and telling me this, you decided to cheat on me. I loved you Chad, I would have done anything for you and this is how you repay me,” I said to him in disbelief. When he didn’t answer I laughed bitterly and ran out of the room. I could barely see where I was going and ran into someone causing me to fall on my butt.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself from running into me today love,” A scottish accent said. I looked up at Harry and saw he was smirking but it quickly feel after seeing the look on my face.

“What’s wrong princess,” He asked with concern in his voice. I stood up and threw myself into Harry’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Y/n darling, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you,”He whispered in my ear. I didn’t say anything but unwrapped myself from him. He gave me a questioning look but I grabbed his hand and lead him to the roof of the school. When we got to it I sat down and pulled him down with me.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong now,” He asked me softly. I sighed and turned my body so I was facing him.

“After I bumped into you, you know how I said I was going to met up with Chad,” I asked him. He nodded in response.

“Well when I got there I heard a girl’s voice tell him stop because I would be there any second and he was like don’t worry about it. I don’t care if she knows or something like that. Anyway, I decided to walk in and I saw Chad making out with Audrey. Then when I said something he said that he didn’t love me anymore and I was getting boring,” I finished as I started crying again. Harry pulled me onto his lap and started rubbing it again.

“Y/n he is an idiot for cheating on you and letting you go. If he couldn’t see how wonderful you are then he doesn’t deserve you. Girls like you only come once in a lifetime,” Harry whispered in my ear with a hint of anger as he rocked me back and forth. He kissed my forehead a couple times until I calmed down. After I stopped crying and got my voice back I decided to speak up.

“I still love him Harry. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him,” I told him as I whipped my eyes. I felt him tense when I said that.
“You don’t get it do you,”
He asked me bitterly.
“Harry,” I said as more of a question, confused as to what he means.
“I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you y/n but you’ve never even notice,” He confessed. I stared at him in utter shock. Evie was right, I should have just told him how I felt and none of this would have happened. He sighed am moved me out of his lap.

“I have to go,” He muttered out as he left quickly.

“Harry, Harry wait,” I called out but he didn’t stop. I stood there motionless. Sure I had lost Chad and it hurt but it didn’t hurt as much as losing Harry. I slowly walked off of the roof and made my way to my dorm. I plopped down on my bed and tried to fall asleep but couldn’t.

“This is going to be a long night,” I thought to myself as I laid there alone with my thoughts haunting me.

~Week Later~

It had been a week and Harry had been avoiding me. Everytime I tried to talk to him he would just walk away from me. Today was going to be different though. The four vks and I had come up with a plan to get Harry to talk to me. Mal and Evie would go up to Harry and tell him that Jay and Carlos needed him to go the the locker room. That is where I would be waiting. Jay and Carlos were going to make sure it was empty before I went in. As I got to the locker room I knocked on it and waited for the two of them to come out.

“Hey y/n it is all clear,” Jay told me as he walked out. I gave him a small smile as I felt my nerves rise.

“It will be alright, you just have to dig down deep inside yourself to find the courage you need to talk to him,” Carlos told me patting my back. I said thank you to both or them as I entered the locker room and sat down. Not to long after I came in the door opened.

“What did you guys-” He stopped mid sentence when he saw me.

“Y/n, what are yo doing in the boys locker room,” He asked me. I stood up and walked over to him which cause him to tense. When I notice this I stopped walking and looked down. 

“Harry ever since I met you I felt a connection towards you. I can’t really describe it but when I first laid eyes on you I felt a pull. Like I was supposed to be with you. Whenever I look into your beautiful eyes I get lost in them. When I hear your accent it drives me crazy. When you laugh it makes me want to keep making you laugh just so I can hear it. Honestly, I am terrified to be around you because of this. I-I am scared because I love you more than I should. The only reason I even dated Chad was because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you and I thought you didn’t love me. Sure I had feelings for Chad but with you it is a whole nother level. You’re right, you were there. You were there whenever I needed you. I can’t live without you Har, I am incomplete without you,” I poured my heart out. There was a moment of silence, possible the longest moment ever, before I felt his lips on mine. It took me a moment to realize what was happening but when I did I quickly kissed back. It was a long passionate kiss, neither one of us wanting to break it. We finally pulled away when we ran out of air. I rested my head in his as I tried to catch my breath.

“I love you y/n,”He panted out, still out of breath. I smiled and pulled him into a shorter kiss.

“I love you too.”

Sorry this is kind of short. I hope you guys liked it!

Wrong Brother (Fili X Reader)

Originally posted by cozy-lovelyness

Request for @thealbersclan   Hi hi hi!! Love your stuff!! Could I please do a request?? How about reader x Fili. Fili wants to get reader a present to show his affections and he is unsure if reader likes him. He has no idea what to get her so Kili tries to talk her up to get ideas. Reader Gets the wrong idea and tells Kili she’s not interested in him(Kili) and she actually likes his brother! ❤️  

Authors Note: FOR @thealbersclan SO SORRY this took so long, I’m in the middle of exams and have been stressing out. But I did promise I would get this done, so I’ve taken a break from studying to finish this. Hope you like it

Word Count: 1,254

Fili was a Prince. Heir to the throne of Erebor. A member of the First Company who reclaimed the mountain from a Dragon, for crying out loud! So why did he find this so difficult? Was it just not meant to be? Why did her heart seem so out of reach?

Fili sighed loudly and his shoulders dropped slightly as he maneuvered his body to rest more comfortably in the tree. Yes, you heard correctly, Fili was currently perched in a tree, waiting for his brother to walk through with (Y/N), the young dwarrow that had stolen his heart.

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