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Lost || Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,364 words

Requests from anons:   Hello! Can I get an imagine where Peter and Y/N are a couple but she doesn’t know he’s Spiderman, and she was on the ferry and he saved her before she could fall in the water, and she recognized it was him because of how he held her close and after that she didn’t talk to him for days and Peter got sick of it and stopped her on her way home and then she told him? Can it have a fluffy ending after the little “fight”? Sorry if its long, thanks

 can u write an imagine where the reader is drowning and Spider-Man saves her?

Some Homecoming Spoilers I guess (I mean, it’s kind of just stuff from the trailer)

A/N: Lets pretend that his suit is water proof. Lowkey shitty ending. Sorry if your name is Angel

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Originally posted by tomhollandcouk


“You’ll see me back at school on Monday, Peter. I’ll be fine.” Y/N said with a smile as she held both of her boyfriend’s hands in front of her locker. Peter swayed their hands slightly side to side as he let out a sigh, “But do you have to go to Staten Island this weekend? You’re gonna miss our annual movie night. You never miss those!” She chuckled a bit, “I know, but my cousins just flew here and they’re all staying at my Aunt’s house on Staten Island.”

Peter dropped his head, looking at his shoes dramatically, “What am I gonna do without you, angel?!” Y/N laughed as she unlinked one of their hands to begin walking out of the school building. “You have Ned. Plus you’ve been swamped with the Stark Internship recently. That would keep your mind off of things.” She stated, feeling bad that she had to leave.

“Y-Yeah, you have a point.” He awkwardly said, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N smiled widely, turning to look him in the eye, “See, you’ll be fine without me.”

Being Spider-Man came with its perks. Saving the day was so rewarding, everyone knowing who you are, and being known as a hero. The cons, nobody knows who you are. Peter knew he shouldn’t tell anyone about his abilities, he couldn’t put the people he loved in (potential) danger. As much as he wanted to tell Y/N about his powers, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just throw that burden at her.

Y/N stepped onto the ferry that same day, pulling at her backpack straps. She walked up the stairs of the vehicle, leading to the highest level of the boat. She wanted to watch the waves move as the boat did. She stood there, leaning onto the cool, metal railing when the boat departed from the pier.

She looked over, after hearing a loud ruckus, to find a man with mechanical wings swooping into the bottom half of the ferry. “What the fuck?” Y/N muttered to herself but she was suddenly rocked when the boat shook. But the boat rocked more than normal. She looked towards the middle of the ferry, and saw that the middle was gone.

The boat had split in half. Y/N’s eyes widened as she ran to the front end of the boat where the man flew into, to see what had happened. The mechanical bird man flew up awfully close to her. Too close. As he flew over Y/N, one of the wings on his back had hit her, knocking her off of the ferry and into the ice cold water underneath.

She was already fully submerged in the water when Spider-Man webbed up the boat and Iron-Man pushed it together. Peter saw her body hit the water, seeing her quickly sink down as cars plowed towards her left and right. “Y/N!” He shouted before diving into the water, without a doubt in his mind, trying to find her.

Y/N was struggling as a car descended onto her body. Everything was just so shocking, and she had been under the water for so long. She had to breathe, so she did. Water filled her lungs, making her start thrashing around even more. Black spots greeted her vision before everything went pitch black. Peter swam as fast as he could over to her, grabbing her body, and dragging her to the surface.

Peter took a large breath of air when they met the oxygen above as he shot one of his webs towards the top of the ferry. He pulled himself on the web, getting closer to the ferry. They reached the edge and he placed her body lightly onto the boat before pulling himself up onto the spot next to her.

He looked at her chest to see that it wasn’t rising and falling like it should. Peter started freaking out even more than he already was. “Y/N! Y/N, come on!” He shouted as he started doing CPR. All of their happy memories together started flashes before his eyes.

“Just breath, damn it!” He shouted once more, breathlessly. As if she had heard him, she started coughing up water, making her turn on her side to make sure that the clear liquid was no longer in her lungs. Peter, or to Y/N Spider-Man, let out a breath of relief. He sat down on the floor, pulling Y/N towards him.

“Thank god you’re okay. I almost lost you.” He muttered quietly, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. Y/N sat there, on top of Spider-Man not knowing what to do. His voice was so comforting, almost familiar, making her want to stay there forever.

“What would I do without you, angel?” He whispered, cradling her head to his shoulder. Y/N sat there, remembering what her boyfriend had said just a few hours ago.

What am I gonna do without you, angel?

Her eyes went wide as everything came together. Peter always being hung up with his internship, brought to him by Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, Spider-Man’s comforting and soothing voice. A voice that she could never forget.

Her boyfriend, lovable, dorky Peter Parker, was the amazing, spectacular Spider-Man.

He picked her up gently, bringing her to a seat inside the ferry. He placed her down onto the white plastic, and he just stood there, looking at her. “I have to go,” Spider-Man stated quietly, running away, outside of the ferry and swinging back towards the city.

That weekend, Y/N didn’t go to Staten Island (for obvious reasons) and she avoided texts and calls from Peter, until he showed up at her doorstep on Sunday night.

“Y/N” he said breathlessly, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I-I heard what happened on the news on Friday. I would’ve come sooner but I was just… I don’t know.” He said pulling away. She nodded her head, rubbing her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Peter….we, we need to talk.” She said opening the door wider, indicating him to come inside. Confusion laced his features as they walked towards her bedroom.

Y/N sat down on her bed, letting out a large sigh, clutching the blankets underneath her. “What do we need to talk about?” Peter asked, standing a few feet away from her with crossed arms. She looked down, holding her head in her hand. “I….. I know you’re Spider-Man.”

His eyes went wide, he was so careful in keeping it a secret, well at least he thought. “What,” he laughed ,“I mean I wish, but I’m not Spi-” He was interrupted by Y/N.

“Please don’t lie to me Peter. I know the truth. It was you on Friday clad in those red and blue spandex.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He ruffled his hand through his hair, feeling awful because her tears where all his fault.

His eyes began to swell with tears just like hers did, “You almost died, Y/N. And it would’ve been my fault.” He brushed the tears off of his cheek, moving to sit next to Y/N.

“If you knew I was Spider-Man, people would’ve found out about how close we are. An-And I have so many enemies, I didn’t want one of them to hurt you.” He sniffled, not making any eye contact. Y/N nodded her head, understandingly.

“I don’t know what ​I would do with out you, angel.” He sobbed, leaning over her and nuzzling himself into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, rubbing a soothing hand up and down.

“You’d be completely lost.” Y/N said softly with a small smile on her face, kissing the top of Peter’s head lightly. Nothing was kept a secret between the two of them ever again.

Talk
  • You and Chanyeol talk as he braids your hair.
  • Fluff

“How about a place on the coast?”

“The coast?” His hands stilled. “Not the city?”

You nodded, “It’ll be nice, imagine the view.”

He scoffed and continued with the haphazard plaits. “You’ll hate it.”

“Who says?” You said.“ Plus, I’ve always fancied myself as a coastal girl. I’ll wear knits all day and fluffy socks. Throw rocks into the ocean and paint sheep.”

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Full Disclosure // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spencer causes Reader to finally snap after his need to spew random facts. Reader finds out Morgan found Reid crying afterwards.

Requested by: Anonymous


You sat at your desk with yet another open case file in front of you. It was from a small county in Minnesota that was trying to figure out which of two suspects they held in custody had been the one to set a string of small fires. You had quickly figured which one had been the perpetrator based on their criminal histories and backgrounds, jotting down notes to send back to them.

You had spent hours doing this work and while you usually didn’t mind, today just wasn’t your day. You had woken up late only to find that the heater had stopped working which left you showering in ice cold water. A man had incessantly catcalled you on the subway before following you all the way to work before he realized just what kind of work you were involved with. Your mood was foul, and you wanted nothing more than to simply be left alone.

“Did you know that contrary to popular belief Calico cats aren’t their own breed? It’s actually just a variation of fur color that causes their spots,” Spencer said as he sat across from you at his own desk, his hands nervously twitching in his lap as he tried to grab your attention. He had arrived that morning in a good mood, an easy smile sliding onto his face at the sight of you.

“I did not know that,” you replied simply, mentally slapping yourself for having mentioned that you were looking to adopt a cat that upcoming weekend. Spencer nodded silently, staring at you as your focus remained on your work.

“Many cultures around the world regard them as good omens and believe them to bring good luck. Some even believe they bring good fortune to family homes,” he added, wanting to desperately speak to you. His need to hear your voice directed towards him was overwhelming after having spent a week away with his mother. He had missed you dearly and was feeling dejected by your indifferent replies.

“Sounds like that’s the cat I need,” you quipped, his ramblings beginning to get on your nerves. You usually quite enjoyed his long-winded talks, often finding his excitement adorable as he spewed fact after fact. But alas, today was just not your day, and your patience was growing thin.

“I don’t recommend them if you’re looking for a male cat. Most Calico cats are females due to the X chromosomes that they-”

“Spence,” you interrupted harshly, “Really, now is not the time.”

He instantly fell silent at your bitter tone, a knot in his throat instantly forming. He had only wanted to start a conversation, to talk to his favorite person in the room. He blinked back tears, mentally cursing himself for being so attached to you in the first place. He gave a small nod and muttered a small ‘sorry” before rising from his seat and disappearing from your line of sight. You sighed deeply, noticing the way Spencer had gone quiet and scolded yourself.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. No need to be such a bitch, Y/N,” you said to yourself with a shake of your head. You waited patiently for Spencer to return from what you assumed to be the bathroom but were left waiting as he failed to return to his desk that day.


“Hey, have you seen Reid?” You asked as Morgan strode up to you with two cups of coffee in his hands. The man frowned as he handed you a cup, looking unsurely at the ground as he avoided your gaze.

“Morgan, tell me,” you immediately demanded as you picked up on his body language. He let out a deep sigh, his lips pressing into a frown.

“I found him crying in the men’s bathroom yesterday,” he admitted with hesitance. Your eyes widened in surprise at the thought of the sweet genius locked away in a bathroom stall with tears streaming down his face.

“What? Why?” you questioned, recalling the fact he had vanished after the way you had snapped at him.

“He really, really likes you Y/N. Possibly even in love with you. All I got from his blubbering was that he just wanted to talk to you and that you hated him.”

“I don’t hate him! I…I just acted very rudely because I let my mood get the best of me,” you replied quietly. The thought of Spencer crying because of you immediately shattered your heart to pieces. You couldn’t believe you had done that. He was a kind man, someone who you deeply cared about and after some admittance to yourself, actually adored. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

“I really like him too.”

Morgan was about to reply when Spencer walked into the room. He noticed the two of you at your desk and immediately steered clear of you, instead heading into the conference room with a stack of files in his hand. He couldn’t bear to look at you after the previous day, especially after Morgan had caught him in tears in the bathroom. He felt nothing but embarrassment as the heat rose to his face. Of course you wouldn’t like him back. He was an annoyance, a nuisance that never stopped babbling on in an effort to make others like him.

You frowned and set your coffee down, silently following after him. You stopped at the door and stared at Reid as he focused on the files in front of him. He flipped through pages with ease, his mind struggling to focus on the words he read. You cleared your throat and his head shot up at the sound.

“Hi Spence,” you greeted with a small wave. He nodded once before looking away from you.

“Hi Y/N.”

“I…I wanted to apologize,” you told him as you stepped closer to the table he sat at. He frowned, not shifting his gaze away from the pictures of victims that sat in front of him.

“For what?”

“Morgan told me,” you replied softly. He instantly stilled, cursing his friend for opening his mouth and telling what had happened to the one girl he least wanted to find out. His fingers clenched into a fist as he lost his voice.

“Oh.”

Spencer couldn’t say much more and he wouldn’t even dare to look at you. It was embarrassing. He had been caught crying at work of all places. He had allowed his sensitivity to overcome him even though he knew well that you would never purposely hurt him.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You were being helpful and it was actually very cute. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

Spencer’s heart leaped at the use of the word cute to describe him. He lifted his head, feeling slightly better after your apology and finally got the nerve to look at you.

“It’s okay,” he assured with a small smile. You grinned, relieved to see the spark of happiness returning to his eyes. You nodded, turning on your heel to exit before hesitating at the door.

“And I also really, really like you,” you added, giving him a bright smile and a small wink.

Spencer’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as he watched you strut away, his heart beating rapidly in his chest at the confession. He laughed, a small genuine delighted sound leaving his lips as he felt waves of both relief and joy fill him. He quickly stood, stumbling over his feet as he abandoned his work and left the room in search of you.

Wrong Number Series Pt. 13

Okay so first things first, I would like to give a whole lot of credit to BAMBI for helping me sooooooooo much with this (especially my grammar omg I can’t believe)!!!!!!! Also this story takes place during the Part 11 text threads! So before Part 12 happened! :DDDD

Here is a link to part 11 for reference! OMG I hope you guys like it!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


“Damn it,” I mumbled under my breath as I walked into the hotel’s waiting room. I had arrived too early to the fan meeting that had been scheduled for the day.

“Hello, Sir! Please, have a seat. The other members haven’t arrived yet.” A short, sweaty man walked up behind me.

“Are they on their way?” I turned around asking, childishly I crossed my fingers inside of my pockets.

“I haven’t gotten word yet…I’ll bring you a glass of water while you wait!” He bowed before speedily walking out of the large, yet crowded room.

Great, now I’m stuck here by myself surrounded by ‘yes’ people, as I like to call them. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I swear, if no one arrives soon I’ll-

“Here you go, Sir!” The sweaty man returned, handing me a glass of ice cold water. I had some painkillers with me due to the headache I have had over the last two days. I quickly took out a couple, hoping they would help. He watched me as I popped them in my mouth and took three full gulps of water.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” I said.

“No problem! Is there anything else you need, Sir?” He asked cheerfully.

“I’m fine! Thank you.” I replied politely.

He bowed before leaving the room to check on the hotel employees as they scurried around preparing for the fan meeting, sweat still beading his forehead.

“Ew” I thought aloud. He should really wipe that sweat off his face every once in awhile. I placed my water on a table and sat on the large black couch that looked newly bought.

God, I’m bored. I doubt anyone in this room could keep me entertained until my members arrived. Nevertheless, I decided to give it a shot.

“So, is it hard making all these arrangements for the fan meets?” I leaned over my chair and asked a random worker who was digging through a pile of headsets and microphones.

“N-n-no, sir! Not at all!” She stammered, looking at me, her eyes full of surprise.

“Really? Everyone seems so busy. Are you sure it’s not even a little troublesome?” I asked.

“N-not at all! Please don’t worry about us, Sir!” She said through a twitching grin.

“Ah, okay, if you say so.” I decided to end the conversation before it bored me to death. That was a waste of breath. There’s no point in talking to ‘yes’ people, they only answer what they think they’re supposed to answer. No one ever says what they’re actually thinking.

I unconsciously took my phone out of my front pocket and opened the text thread I had with a certain stranger.

Peasant.

I typed out, failing to think of a better way to start a conversation with her.

Ugh, can you make this quick I’m with my friends.

She replied instantly. Damn it, she wasn’t alone. That meant she’d probably want to end this conversation sooner than she usually does.

I replied with whatever I could think of to keep her talking to me, but she didn’t seem to find it as amusing as I did.

You’re repulsive

“Hah” I huffed, a smile forming on my face. She’s so straightforward, it’s truly entertaining.

What do you want?

She asked. I considered teasing her a bit more, but figured she’d get annoyed easily so I opted for the truth.

Sucks for you bro.

She really has no class.

I’m busy .

“Damn it, nooo.” I whined to myself.

Doing what? 

I asked, hoping it was something I could work around.

None of your business.

Ugh, how annoying.

Tell meeeee!!!!!!! I’m so bored and curious!

I begged, continuing my honesty streak. God, I sound desperate.

Ugh, I’m at a fan signing.

FAN SIGNING?! What if…no, I doubt it, there’s lots of other celebrities having fan signings out there. But what if….

Who is it??

I asked, unconsciously holding my breath. Eventually she replied.

Exo 😁

I felt my heart drop to my gut.

“What the hell?!” I cursed aloud, caught off guard by the sudden butterflies in my stomach, quickly typing out a response. I was trying to get a hold of myself when another text came in.

Oh right, you’re a fan too. Jealous?

AH this was just too lucky! I couldn’t let this opportunity slip out of my hands, so I decided to play along.

I tried to dig out as much information about where she might be amongst the crowd. How was I supposed to find her in the sea of fans? Maybe it’ll help if I know where she actually is.

Where in the line are you??

Isn’t that creative?

There’s so many people I can’t even tell. Like the middle?

That was barely even helpful, but okay. I could work with that. I tried getting more information on her whereabouts in the line, but everything was too vague. She’s in the middle next to overly dressed girls… that’s all the girls here! I had to be more straightforward.

What are you wearing?

I asked bluntly.

Ew are you trying to be a pervert on purpose??

I saw this reaction coming from a mile away, lucky for me, I was prepared. The more I’ve talked to her the more I’ve realized she loved showing me up. I just had to keep poking at her until she erupted.

It is not! It’s blue and flowy and cute! 😠 it even has a bow!

“Too easy.” I snickered to myself, satisifed. Maybe this won’t be impossible after all, just look for the girl in the blue dress with a bow. Easy, right?


“We are one, we are EXO! Thank you!”  I took a bow along with my members and waved at the crowd of screaming fans. My eyes wandered over the crowd for the hundredth time that night searching for a “flowy" blue dress.

“Looking for someone?” I jumped at the sudden voice coming behind me.

“Suho hyung! Don’t scare me!” I said shaking my head as I clung to my chest hoping to calm my beating heart a little.

“Haha sorry!” He laughed obviously amused. “You’ve been scanning the crowd like a cashier this whole time!”

“Wait, what?” I snapped out of my thoughts at the random comment made by my leader.

“… It’s a joke, don’t you get it? Like, when cashiers scan things?” Oh, so it was just another typical ‘Suho’ comment. Wow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand cheap jokes.” I answered, rolling my eyes.

“Show some respect to your Hyung in public at least” he responded through a forced grin. “What have you been searching for? You’re studying the crowd quite intensely, it borderline creepy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said feigning innocence. “And I do respect you. You’re the one being rude.”

Already being used to my comments, hyung just rolled his eyes and ignored my previous statement.

“Anyway, there are a lot of pretty girls here today,” he began as he scanned the crowd with me. “Are you thinking about dating again?”

“Hey! Pay attention! The tables are set up, time to meet the fans!” Manager interrupted, I have never been more grateful for being cut off mid-thought. I have no idea what I would’ve replied to Suho. Was I actually thinking about dating again?

He rushed us towards the table where the signing would take place. It was absolutely littered with permanent markers and posters, it’s unbelievable the amount of Sharpies we go through at these events.

I quickly sat down next to Jongin and after a speech from a staff member going over the rules of conduct, the organized crowd began moving forward.

One by one, I signed posters and greeted the fans with a warm smile.

“Th-th-th-thank you! AAAHHHHH!!! You’re so handsome!” They would shrill nervously at us.

“Ah, thank you! Please keep supporting us!” We would answer back sweetly just we normally do.

I couldn’t help but check my phone every so often, waiting for a text that I knew would never come through. Half an hour later, I realized we had gotten through the first half of the crowd, when I suddenly felt the same previous sensation creeping into my stomach. I tried to convince myself that maybe I ate something spoiled, although I had an idea of the real source of this unsettling feeling.

Where are you???

I found myself hitting send before I even realized I had my phone in my hand.

Wait! I’m busy!

Could she never just answer my questions on the first try?

Are you close to them yet??

I asked hoping to finally get a straight answer.

Yes but I’m busy OMG!

I looked down the line anxiously, yet all I could see were the faces of the overly nervous fans bouncing up and down. She said she’s close but I don’t see a blue dress anywhere! I continued texting her.

Omg I see them! They’re even more handsome in real life!

Was she making this up? Did she think she could get rid of me if she faked being busy? She did say that she was towards the middle. If she said she can see us that must mean she knows we’re almost halfway through the fans. She couldn’t be lying. She must be here. She might even be looking at me at the moment.

I’ll be her new bias by the time she leaves this room, I thought to myself as I straightened my back and adjusted my blazer.

Whatever, I don’t care anyway.

“Stop using your cell phone, you have to pay attention to the fans!” Suho scoldingly whispered in my ear before turning back to the fan boy standing in front of him.

Crap! I had forgotten where I was! I was being rude and unfair to the fans who had waited hours to see me, and they hadn’t payed to see me on my phone. I tried to give my full attention back to the fan stepping before me, however, my head involuntarily turned and I searched down the line, but it was hard to see anyone five people down since the line started getting more and more clustered.

“Hello! Can you please make this out to ‘the best little sister’?” It was a fan boy this time who brought me back to my senses as he placed a newly bought album in front of me.

“Sure! Here you go!” I said with an apologetic smile as I signed it and handed it back to him.

“Thank you!” He bowed respectfully before moving on to Minseok Hyung.

I quickly looked back down at my phone as soon as it buzzed in my lap.

I’m almost there EEEKKK! I gotta go, bye!

Almost!? How close is “almost”? I desperately wanted to ask her when I was interrupted by another fan.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” Squealed a girl who looked like she was dressed for a fancy party.

“Hello! How are-” I suddenly stopped, and took in her appearance. I looked at the girls that followed her, noticing they were all dressed over-the-top and wearing what seemed like pounds of makeup on their faces. That means… I tried to see where the line of seemingly plastic girls ended, however there was no blue dress that followed.

Maybe she really was lying. I wouldn’t put it past her, she’s a clever girl who just needed an excuse to not talk to me for a while. How typical. She’ll pay for this. I was just about to give up and turn my attention back to the fan when I saw her.

“I got it! I must have dropped it in the bathroom earlier but someone found it and took it to the front desk, thank God!” I could faintly hear the girl wearing a flowy light blue dress with a bow on it say. I was mesmerized by the sight of her, I never realized someone dressed so simply could look so stunning. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and she panted as she slowed down in front of another girl. Her friend sighed in relief and pulled her back in line within the crowd of people, and just like that, I couldn’t see her anymore.

“Oppa! Can you look at me like that please?!” The girl standing in front of me, with her arms folded, suddenly brought me back to reality.

Why couldn’t I concentrate on what I was doing? I have never been so distracted before. I really needed to stop daydreaming.

“Oh, sorry!” I jumped unintentionally at her shrill voice. “How are you?” I smiled trying to recover, but I couldn’t help feeling flustered. She’s actually here. She wasn’t lying. No! I need to snap out of this and stop thinking about her.

“Not so good.” The girl whined.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

“Oppa doesn’t look at me!” She complained.

“Am I not looking at you now?” I replied jokingly. “I’ll start looking at you from now on as long as you look at me too, okay?”

“AAHHH, yes Oppa!” She shrieked before taking her poster and handing it to Minseok.

The line seemed to be moving in slow motion after I noticed her. I couldn’t help but glance in her direction, trying to steal glimpses of the mystery girl I’ve been finding refuge in for the past couple days. But each time, someone either blocked my view or distracted me with a pen and poster.

Stop it. Pay attention to what you’re doing, I chided myself.

However, as much as I tried to give the fans my full attention, my brain couldn’t help but fight back. Why couldn’t she be an ugly duckling like I told her she was? How can someone so ill-mannered look like that? Why does this girl look so healthy and joyful? Maybe I didn’t get a good look, it all happened so fast. But why am I so damn nervous?

Once there were less fans before her, I was able to see as she walked closer and closer to the table, step by step, eventually her figure blocked by a girl in sky high heels.

Finally, she climbed up the five steps it took to reach our table and I could finally see her clearly. Her hair was down, perfectly framing her features. She examined each members face and her eyes stopped on mine. I froze in place for a second but before I could react and give her a smile she turned away, face fully flushed. That was adorable. No, wait, what.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I greeted the next fan. There were three more fans left before I met her. Two more. One more. I probably glanced at her a hundred times before she finally reached me.

She took a step sideways to stand in front of me, still laughing from her encounter with Jongin. I wonder if I could make her laugh like that. No! What are you even thinking??

“Hello!” She bowed gracefully. “My name is Y/n! It’s nice to meet you!”

Y/n. My throat felt so tight I thought I’d choke if I tried to talk. I stared at her, taking in her presence. How could she have such a positive aura around her? She’s not bare faced but she doesn’t seem to be wearing much makeup. She looks healthy, I think she’s glowing. That blue dress really compliments her. What felt like a second to me must have been longer because she awkwardly cleared her throat, as she played with the bow on the waist of her dress.

Damn it, she was right, it is cute. How do you turn off your brain?

“Anyway, thank you for working so hard for your fans!” She chirped happily, snapping me out of my inner battle.

I stared, unable to form words. What the hell was wrong with me?!

“I really admire your hard work, but I hope you’re able to rest soon.”  She continued earnestly, as she held her smile.

“R-right!” I was finally able to spit out. Did I just stutter? “It’s all worth it when we get to meet fans like you!” I tried to smile sweetly as I searched for the right words to say to her.

“You don’t have to lie, I can tell you’re exhausted.” She smiled back at me sincerely.

“What?” I replied, caught off guard.

“You’re handsome and all but…are you sure you’re not sick?” She blurted after taking a closer look at me.

This woman, really. How does she manage to be so straightforward without a thought? Although, I do have to admit, it’s rather refreshing.

“I’m fine, thank you!” I assured, taken aback by her grit.

“Hmm…you should still get some rest, just to be sure.” She replied unconvinced, eyes observing me. I felt like I was under a microscope with that stare.

Seriously, who does she think she is? I had a hard time figuring out whether she was being genuinely concerned or just plain rude. It probably would have seemed more sincere if I didn’t know her true, almost crude character. Maybe if I poke her a bit, she’ll reveal her true colors to me.

“I’ll try my best to rest for you but I do have a lot of practicing on my schedule before our comeback, thanks!” I grumbled, hoping she’d connect the dots and pick up on my snide remark.

“Ah I see” She sighed, completely oblivious. “It must be tough…”

Is she stupid or something? How could she not get it? Is this really her? It has to be, but, why isn’t she giving me sass?

“You’re holding up the line. Move it along, will you?” Manager quickly spoke in my ear before going to stand behind Kai.

“It can be, sometimes.” I acknowledged. “Don’t worry about me, though! Do us all a favor and keep taking care of yourself!” I said sincerely. After realizing how desperate I must’ve appeared, I quickly added, “I mean, if you don’t, who’s going to be our fan? It’ll get boring pretty quickly. It was really a pleasure to meet you, though! Have a nice night, Y/n!” I signed one of our posters and handed it to her with as charismatic a smile as I could muster.

“Okay, I will, Oppa, work hard then! Thank you!” She replied shyly, taking the poster from my hands as she bowed before stepping in front of Minseok hyung. I froze momentarily.

She called me Oppa, I think I just died a little. She’s never going to hear the end of this… No, she can’t know who I am, what am I even thinking?!

I turned to watch her as she went down the line of members and greeted each one with the same smile she greeted me. It put a sour taste in my mouth. That’s supposed to be my smile… WHAT.

What was that all about? I wasn’t expecting any of it, I almost couldn’t remember what exactly had happened.

As opposed to before I met her, my mind was now blank. Was she rude to me? Was I rude to her? She was just stating her thoughts. No one ever did that to us, it was much more amusing to witness it in person than over text, that was certain.

Honestly, I had been slightly worried she’d be uninteresting and pass by me without leaving any impression, but I was so damn wrong. She was nothing like I expected and, yet for some reason that I can not fathom, I was happy because of it.

Is it wrong that I want to see her again?

I quickly pushed the thought away as the next fan stepped forward.



WOOOOOOOO!!!! I hope you enjoyed it!! We worked really hard on it!!!! :DDDDDDD - Eomma^^

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Colours in Sherlock

I know colour has been talked about a lot, but these are just my thoughts on Blue, Red, and Black and White based on @longsnowsmoon5 ‘s colour metas. 

BLUE

Blue = Deceit/Facade. It’s the colour of the skull print, and the colour of water. Moriarty and Mary especially are often decked out in blue. We’ve seen tons of blue on Mary during this setlock.

But Sherlock and John and other good guys also wear blue. Why? Because people wear blue when they’re deceiving in their behaviour or intentions, a villainous quality, but not one that is reserved just for villains. Characters are also marked with blue when they’re deceiving themselves and their heart’s true desire. For John, this is when he is choosing his heteronormative facade over Sherlock. For Sherlock, pushing John away and playing the ‘high-functioning sociopath’ is his facade. He wears his blue dressing gown when he shoots the smiley face, reminds John that the work is all that matters to him, then drives John out of the flat. Sherlock and John both wear blue on the stag night. They’re together, but moving in opposite directions, both “choosing” their facade over being together romantically. 

Blue marks Sherlock and John when they are being lead away from each other, or making choices that will lead them away from each other. Sherlock and John moving towards each other is the right direction, so any time situations drive them apart, or their own behaviour drives them apart, we see them wearing blue. Just as the villains try to drive Sherlock and John apart, which is why they wear blue (everything is johnlock!).

RED

Red = John. It’s his red chair, the red in the wallpaper over the fireplace. It’s the colour of fire, and fire is a metaphor for love, that’s why at Mary’s house in TAB the fires are rarely lit. It’s John’s maroon cardigan of love that he wore at the pool, and that Sherlock pictures him wearing in his mind palace in TSoT. 

Notice that blue is water and red is fire. Blue is cold, and red is warmth. Mycroft, the ice man, is both water and cold, which associates him with blue, which marks him as a force driving Sherlock and John apart. 

When else do we see red? When John is influencing others, or when others are marking themselves as belonging to John. Sherlock wears his maroon shirt in TSoT, wearing John close to his skin, marking himself as John’s. 

And while Sherlock’s maroon shirt is worn close to his heart, Mary wear’s John’s colour as her bright red coat on the tarmac. She marks herself as John’s, but it’s an outer layer of clothing because it’s just a facade, she can take that coat off in a flash and no longer be his. It’s also worn like a cloak of protection, because John’s fake-reconciliation with her is the only thing keeping her alive right now. And as a statement of authority, the sheer hugeness and brightness of that red coat speaks to Mary’s ambition, and assertion that John belongs to her.

BLACK AND WHITE

Black and White = Mycroft. (This meta) Mycroft is black and white because he’s all and nothing; total suppression of sentiment for complete dedication to brainwork. Mycroft is forced to make decisions that weigh individual lives with the greater good, and there’s no room for shades of grey. Mycroft’s black and white perspective is a looming presence in Sherlock’s life, like the imposing black and white wall at Baker St.

Sherlock aspires to Mycroft’s standard, but the cold unfeeling walking brain is just his facade, whereas the opposite red wall, red chair and red fire represents his heart (John), his true human self. 

Black/White and Red are incorporated into the Baker St set as opposite sides of the room, opposing sides of the battlefield, with Sherlock in between, choosing which direction to go. On one side is Mycroft, he offers only isolation by persuading Sherlock to suppress all emotion and not get involved. On the other side of the room is John’s wall where the warmth of the fire invites Sherlock to leave behind the black and white coldness of the Ice Man’s influence. John’s wall is where their chairs sit facing each other and the fire is lit (because johnlock! yay!). 

[more in this one: A Mycroft Theory]

anonymous asked:

What happens when your ships find a spider in their bathroom - h2ovanoss

A scream startled Evan from his sleep, pitch and tone letting him know that something was horribly wrong. He wrenched himself from bed, tearing out of the room and to the source of his panic.

The scream had come from the bathroom, so naturally, Evan burst into the room ready to defend his boyfriend from the murderer that was so obviously trying to kill him.

He didn’t find a murderer however; just his silly boyfriend standing on top of the toilet with a panicked expression.

“Close the door! Before it escapes!” Jonathan yelled.

“Before what escapes?” Evan asked, annoyed that he’d been woken up so brutally for no apparent reason. Jonathan growled before yanking Evan up to stand beside him. There was barely any room, and Evan had to hold tightly to Jonathan to keep from falling off of the seat.

“What is wrong with you?” Evan asked as he looked down at his boyfriend.

“There’s a spider the size of your head right there in the corner.” Jonathan said, pointing at the offending creature.

The spider in question was large, but not nearly as big as Jonathan was saying. It was a wolf spider, common in North Carolina.

“You big baby.” Evan said affectionately. “Do you need me to kill it for you?”

“It’s gonna eat you!” Jonathan shouted. “We have to move! Burn the apartment down and move far away.”

Evan rolled his eyes, and stepped down, wrestling out of Jonathan’s grip. “You’re so dramatic.”

Evan rolled up some toilet paper and squatted down to squash the creature. Jonathan gasped.

“See? All done. Get down so I can flush this thing.” Evan said, holding out the wad. Jonathan danced away from it, landing in the bathtub gracefully. Evan laughed and opened the toilet seat to drop the paper in. He flushed the toilet before standing and raising his eyebrows at his sheepish boyfriend.

“Okay, that was kinda dramatic.” Jonathan admitted.

“You think? I thought you were being stabbed.”

Jonathan laughed. “And if I was? Were you going to kill the guy with your dick?”

Evan looked down, forgetting in the excitement that he was bare ass naked.

In retaliation, Evan reached over and turned on the shower, drenching Jonathan with ice cold water. The man screamed, before jumping out and colliding with Evan, both of them crashing to the floor.

“Ow…” Evan moaned.

“Hey…so I’m wet, you’re now wet. Hell, you’re already naked; let’s move this to the shower.” Jonathan nuzzled his neck.

“I was sleeping.”

“You’re not anymore.” And Evan really couldn’t argue with that logic.

The History of the Ice Cold Water Man

 

~*The story was created by Sophia and Mel *~ 

The Ice Cold Water Man  began to realize his dream in the first grade when he had to make a speech about his future. While other children told their mainstream careers, ICWM stood in front of the class with his adorable smile and proudly stated:

 

“When I grow up, I want to sell water for only one dollar”

 

His Bitch Ass Teacher laughed back, “Don’t be stupid!! Nobody has ever offered bottled water at such a reasonable price!!”

Despite his teacher’s warning, the Ice Cold water child continued to smile and kindly replied, “I’m gonna be the first!”

And thus…. a legend was born. A journey was started…. A future of ice cold water was in the horizon of his eyes. He knew his journey would be long and arduous, so he started to train his body through intense training

Thus is how he got his 500 pack.

 

After all his working out, Otakon 2009, he witnessed sweating, weary, hot cosplayers. His heart ached to quench their need for water and an appropriate price.

He could no longer stand up to the injustice that was shown at the local restaurants and booths in the area. His twice removed aunt’s cousin’s brother almost died of a heat stroke at a previous Otakon because he needed water…but he only had one dollar.

This among many cases that ICWM (Ice Cold Water Man) saw pushed him over the hypothetical edge. He went to his local super store and bought a large assortment of 24 packs of lukewarm water. However, he knew that this was not good enough. After two more stores, he had also obtained the Water Cooler of Justice and the Golden Megaphone of Thor.

When he obtained the Golden Megaphone at the local market, Thor came down from the heavens and blessed the megaphone with his booming sexual voice. The megaphone, alas, was not the only thing that he blessed. Thor also blessed him with super swag. Only 1 out of 9923498767234.3 people actually possess “super swag.”

This blessing and swag gave ICWM leverage over any other water sales person in the Baltimore area!! He was equipped and ready to go. Finally, Otakon 2011, he came up with his most ingenious jingle ever…

“Ice Cold Water….and it’s only one dollah”

That day….a true legacy was born.

 

On the same day, 20,000 baby adorable puppies were born and God sneezed out triple rainbows all over the world in celebration. It was so groundbreaking that nearby firealarms went off! Sprinklers burst out and various amounts of beverages showered their deliciousness in buildings located all over Baltimore.

~*Reblog to spread the Biography of the FOREVER-LOVED-AND-RESPECTED ICE COLD WATER MAN! WHO SELLS YOU ICE COLD WATER FOR ONLY ONE DOLLAR!!!*~