it's only funny because the place next door is his restaurant

The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.

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born and raised - shawn mendes imagine

A/N: so hi. this was requested (spending time with shawn’s family) - i hope you like it. the title’s not all that specific but i was listening to the song whilst writing this - it’s by john mayer. it’s my favourite of the three i’ve posted so far, i hope you like it too!! request anything here - also if you wanna give me feedback please do. i’d appreciate it so much!!

word count: 1,265

Your name: submit What is this?

It was only a few months ago that you’d really gotten to know the Mendes family, necessarily, after spending a full week with them in the bus as the tour made its different stops. You were up close and personal, to say the least; and now, while Karen and Manny treat you like one of their own, Aaliyah treats you like the sister she never had. It’s comfortable. And - frankly - comforting when you can Facetime his sister because he’s too busy.

You and Aaliyah are sharing the gigantic beanbag in Shawn’s living room when he walks in. You’re watching some funny cat video compilation on your laptop, which you’ve put in between you; neither of you look up until he clears his throat, and you hit pause. He’s leaning against the door frame in a hoodie and sweats, arms folded, looking overly pleased with himself.

“What do you want?” Aaliyah snaps, and your eyes widen.

“Liyah!” you say, and you nudge her, laughing.

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And I'll Still be a Fool

Requested: “can you write an imagine based on the song just a little bit of your heart by ariana? :) love your writing by the way!”

A/N: So I said a while ago that I enjoy writing imagines based on songs and/or poems and things of that sort. So my next upcoming imagines will probably all be requested songs that you guys sent me! I might do a part 2 for this one but idk. Let me know y'all

I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with

Roses were always your favorite no matter how cliche it was. The petals were soft yet depending on the rose, sometimes they had thorns on the stem. Thorns that could make you bleed the same way love did. You normally hated poetry, and romantic comparisons or things of that sort, but the fact that roses were so beautiful yet sometimes so painful to touch, the same way love was, it was just interesting to you. And somehow someone knew this. Someone knew you liked roses, someone knew you enjoyed the sunset colored ones with the petals you’d rub your thumb against. For the past few months or so someone had been sending you roses every couple weesk. One week it was a huge bouquet of orangey pink petals with a note hidden behind the thorns that you always thought would say something but it never did. Usually just a heart would be drawn on the tiny piece of paper, and occasionally there’d be numbers written on the note, but you never know what it meant. They were long numbers usually, with no spaces in between. You thought this secret admirer of yours was sweet at first and you had kept some of the flowers in vases, but you tended to get tired of it considering they wouldn’t tell you who they were. Your friends had told you it was probably an old friend from high school, and that just irritated you even more. Either way it wouldn’t matter anyway because your heart was already taken.

A close friend of yours had mutual friends with someone who somehow ended up introducing you to Shawn Mendes, and you immediately fell in love just like the rest of the world did whenever they heard his voice. You felt a little pathetic for succumbing to the worlds way of falling for the same guy every other girl had fallen for, but you couldn’t help it. You understood easily why everyone drooled over him. It didn’t matter anyway, he seemed to be preoccupied with his music or other girls which was understandable. You had surprisingly talked to him often, snapchatting and texting small talk. He was a friend, and you hated it. You wanted to be more than friends. You tried not to flirt a lot, you never asked him about his past girlfriends, and you tried not to talk too much about where he went on those lonely Friday nights at 3am after an award show or something. You secretly cared and you always wished he’d come to you whenever he was looking for a little extra attention on those nights, but he never did. You figured because of the fact that you didn’t talk to him about those things, maybe he would like you, maybe he’d seem excited about the fact that he was talking to a girl who didn’t only care about how good he was in bed, or how much money he was making. You assumed most girls only cared about those things, but you didn’t. And you tried your hardest to make it appear that way, and you tried hard to show that you cared for him. But apparently he wasn’t getting that message, and it continued to break your heart, so you-not even caring anymore at this point- threw away another bouquet of roses that you wished were from Shawn.

Just a little bit of your heart, is all I want

“Yeah, they’re all freaking out because I haven’t posted a picture or anything, it’s kinda funny.” Shawn laughed lightly as he told you about his new tattoo that his fans felt teased by since he hadn’t posted about it. He was right about his fans, and you remember seeing plenty of comments and tweets talking about how much of a tease Shawn was. It was all true, and you wished it wasn’t. There were so many times you wondered if Shawn was flirting with you, and he’d give you tiny bits of what it was like to be with him, only to rip it away from you by taking two days to respond to a simple text, or not talking to you with the same tone. He really was a tease and it drove you crazy. You were currently wrapped up in your thoughts as you looked out the window next to you, watching the busy lives of strangers on the street. You wondered who else was going through what you felt, who else had such strong feelings for someone who didn’t feel the same. The day had taken an unexpected turn and you ended up walking into this fancy restaurant for dinner after work because you felt like you deserved it. It was the weekend after all so why not? You had posted about it on Twitter or something and almost two minutes later Shawn favorited your tweet, and texted you saying he was in that area. So here he was now, sitting across from you with food in front of him. You wanted to call this a date, but of course you didn’t and you assumed it was just a friendly dinner with a good friend. That’s what adults do all the time right? He was chewing on his finger, and that button up dress shirt he was wearing complimented his hazel eyes, along with those curls of his that needed to be cut. You scratched the back of your neck and forced yourself to stop looking at him and to finish your food.

“You okay? Do you not like your food? You can have some of mine if you want or something.” He caught you off guard and his voice melted in you ears like honey being poured into a sweet cup of tea.

“Oh no, I’m fine. I like my food, I’m okay! Thank you though.” You smiled at his kindness to share with you and you shoved some more of your food into your mouth. You really did like what was on your plate, you just found yourself struggling to concentrate on anything when Shawn Mendes was sitting in front of you. You don’t remember being so flustered just by being with him. You’ve been friends with him for some time now and you had talked to him millions of times without getting this nervous. Your feelings were blooming like flowers in the spring, and you wished so badly you could reach across the table to grab him. Grab his face, and kiss him. Grab his chest, to feel his heartbeat. The insides of his heart were most likely just as beautiful as his face. You knew him, and you knew his personality was amazing but you didn’t know him enough, and all you wanted was just even a tiny piece of his heart to learn about. What does he think about when he can’t sleep? Who does he think about the most? His family? His friends? His fans? Himself? Another girl? You chewed on your now cold food and continued to wonder these things, and think these thoughts as he kept talking about who knows what now. You weren’t even listening anymore.

I heard a little love, is better than none

Wind blew around your hair as you walked up to your house, and right as you placed your foot on the step to your door, you almost completely crushed a single rose with your shoe. If you didn’t love flowers so much you wouldn’t have stopped yourself and you would’ve stomped all over the damn rose until it was in pieces. Although you were head over heels for someone else, it was still a little sweet to you that this other stranger was still sending you flowers. But today, you were going to end it. You picked up the rose and walked into your house, placing it on the kitchen table. You pulled out your phone and went to Twitter, you figured this secret admirer of yours was following you ( or so you hoped ) so why not post about this, and ask them to stop sending you roses? You started typing but from the corner of your eye, something caught your attention. You hadn’t even noticed before but there was a small note attached to the stem of the rose like usual, but this time it wasn’t just a heart or some numbers. There were actual words written on the small piece of paper. You almost dropped your phone, picking up the note and tearing it off the little string tied around the stem.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.” 6317

What the hell is that supposed to mean?? Next to the one sentence there were numbers written. No lines, no dashes. You re read the sentence and stared at the number trying to figure out what kind of game this person was playing. You looked at the numbers one more time before realizing what the date was today. It was June 4th, 2017, and yesterday was June 3rd. 6/3/17 was yesterday. Right? The numbers had to be a date, what else could it be? You were confused and frustrated either way, so you decided to finish your tweet.

“If you’re sending me roses, please either tell me who you are or just stop. Its very nice of you, but this game is getting tiring.”

You hit send and the tweet was officially posted to everyone. You hung the note on your fridge, hoping maybe you could eventually tell who’s hand writing it was. It was sloppy cursive, that you could barely read at first. You didn’t know anyone who wrote like that, did you? You tried to forget about it and see if anyone responded to your tweet. You figured you’d wait to see if you received anymore roses this week or the next. So you ended your day by placing that red rose into a vase near your window, admiring it as much as your secret admirer admired you.

And I’ll still be a fool for you

The sun woke you, as you turned over to get more comfortable, your bed was always your favorite place to be. But now the sun was keeping you awake and so you reached to your nightstand grabbing your phone, to do the daily social media check. You scrolled through Instagram, Snapchat, and finally Twitter. You scrolled through people tweeting about Shawn’s upcoming tour which saddened you a little to know that he was going to be leaving soon. You guessed it didn’t really matter anyway though right? Without even thinking about it you clicked on Shawn’s Twitter account, just to see what he was up to. He hasn’t texted you or talked to you since you two had lunch the other day. You scrolled down, to see his most recent tweet and you almost dropped your phone on your face.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.”

He literally tweeted the same thing that was written on your note. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking at the tweet again. People tweeted him back asking him if that was a new song lyric or something and you just sat there, eyes wide. The stranger sending you roses couldn’t have been Shawn, there was no way. Maybe he just found the same quote your secret admirer found. Your brain was tired but you slowly were trying to put the pieces together. And so you ran down stairs to the trash can in the kitchen looking for more notes with numbers on them. After digging through mini pizza boxes and used tissues, you pulled out two notes from several weeks back. One note had the numbers 52217. May 22nd 2017. May 22nd, was the day Shawn came over to play you an idea he had for a song. You remember this because you pretty much marked in your calendar whenever you spent time with him, but if you were so in love with him how could you be so blind? The other note you found read the numbers 43017. April 30th 2017.. What happened April 30th? You pulled out your phone and looked at your calendar to see if there were any events marked, and of course there was. April 30th was one of Shawn’s shows you attended, and you brought him roses, you were starting to remember now because he used the roses to give out to some fans after the show, and you thought it was so sweet, you weren’t even angry that he got rid of your roses. Roses.

Reality was hitting you hard, and it all made sense now. Shawn had remembered these days just like you did. It was Saturday morning, 8am and Shawn was probably already on his plane to who knows where, you couldn’t even remember where his tour was starting. You texted him a couple times and called, but there was no reply. You stared at the notes on the table in front of you wondering how you were going to handle this. This whole time you thought you knew but you really had no idea. You wondered if Shawn felt angry at you now for your tweet, or if he felt bad. You didn’t know but either way there was one thing you did know, and that was that no matter how far away Shawn was from you, you’d never forget him, and no matter how many roses you threw away, your heart would still belong to him, and it probably always would.

anonymous asked:

Hello! First off, I love your blog so much, everything is amazingly written. Second, could I please make a request if it's not a bother? I'd love to see Reinhardt with a very small female s/o who he loves to act as if she's a doll, dress up and everything, and she's more submissive than wanting to fight. NSFW non-con if you can, thank you so much!!


While it came with some downsides, you had always really like the fact that you were so small. You took advantage of the fact that people tended to want to help you and you were able to get clothes for cheaper since you could shop in the juniors section most times. Plus, it was funny watching people marvel you for how tiny you were. 

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Let me love you (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: This is the final part.

Summary: Reader had a difficult past, but she finally found her home with the Avengers. After few years of living with them, she became a different person and she will try to help their newest member to overcome his past.

Warning: cursing

The needle of the clock couldn’t move any slower. The minutes passed so slow that you thought that you are going to die. It’s been two days, exactly two days from the day that you kissed Bucky Barnes. Well that was great, but after the kiss Steve came in and Bucky ran away like a lost dog. You haven’t seen him since then. He wasn’t in his room, you couldn’t find him in the Tower. You were going crazy. At the moment you were laying on the couch with Pietro in the living area. Your head was on his chest and you blankly stared at something on the TV. Bucky was so hard to read.

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Door Mood Board as H+L Fics

(To see other mood boards as H+L fics, click here)

This mood board is dedicated to @becomeawendybird: for listening to me whine about it for days on end, and encouraging me not to abandon it. 

Top Left: Secret Garden AU
Louis is spending the summer with Niall’s family in Ireland, but one day he wanders a little far from their large estate. He’s mesmerized by a locked, ivy-covered door he finds hidden among tall, overgrown bushes. When he tries to ask Niall about it, he gets scolded and told never to go back there. Unfortunately, Louis is nothing if not dangerously curious, so he continues his pursuit of the mysterious place. He finds himself at the nearly-abandoned mansion of Harry Styles, a recluse that nobody has seen in years. Despite Harry’s attempts to scare Louis away, he keeps showing up every day – asking about what’s behind the door, sneaking around Harry’s house in search of clues, and unlocking little pieces of Harry’s guarded heart.

Top Middle: Neighbors AU
Louis hasn’t met his new neighbor yet, even though it’s been weeks since someone moved in to the identical flat next door. What he has learned, however, is that this neighbor seems intent on proving his or her worthiness to Louis in the form of gifts on his front step: baked goods (‘because I had extra!’), small trinkets (‘thought this was cool’), even a lone flower taped to the door with a note that said ‘just appreciating the beauty around here’. Each note is only signed with “-your neighbor. xx” Louis chalks it up to an overly friendly (and possibly lonely) elderly woman. One night, Louis goes out to a club where he meets Harry – incredibly gorgeous, can’t-believe-his-luck, Harry. They mutually decide to leave together, and imagine Louis’ surprise when the taxi pulls up in front of Louis’ own door. Cue some mild confusion and cute realizations. 

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The Devil’s Toy Box

by reddit user MrClarenceWorley

“The Devil’s Toy Box” is an urban legend that savvier horror fans will recognize as the inspiration for the infamous Lament Configuration from Clive Barker’s seminal Hellraiser series. Though in reality the titular “box” is not a toy at all but rather a small room where the floor, the ceiling, and the walls are each composed of one giant mirror.

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Seventeen going to a Christmas Party (feat. BTS)

Episode Three: Seventeen attends a Christmas Party at Bangtan’s Dorm.

Jin: “Hello beautiful people, welcome to our humble dorm. My name is Jin the princess, feel free to make yourself at home, but please do not enter the room at the far end of the dorm that has a pink door, it is strictly out of bounds”

Mingyu: “Why? What’s in there?”

Jin: “I said it’s out of bounds”

Woozi: “Imma take a nap on this sofa, wake me up when this is finally over”

Suga: “It’s like looking in the mirror, I shall name you yoongi junior”

Scoups: “Their dorm’s bigger than ours and we have thirteen people!” *rAgE*

Vernon: “At least we have more toilets than they do, right?”

Rap Monster: “Hello everyone, thank you for coming to Bangtan’s annual Christmas party, I would like to make a toast.”

Rap Monster: “Memories that are made when it is with the ones you love are the most beautiful ones. I am most thankful for all of you on this cold Christmas day, thank you for making it a warm one, cheers”

Hoshi: “Coups hyung why can’t you say wise stuff like that?”

Scoups: “Shut it Hosh”

*Meanwhile on the adventures of our favourite 97 liners*

Mingyu: “I wonder…. what magical creatures lies behind this pink door”

The8: “But Jin said not to go in…”

Mingyu: “Huh? What? Who?" 

DK: "Oh dang, its locked”

Jungkook: “I have the key” *slowly raises key*

DK: “Where did you get that?”

Jungkook: “I stole it, Jin hyung hid the key in his super mario coin pouch” *smiles like a little child*

The8: *whispers to mingyu* “Who is he and when did he get here??”

Mingyu: “what did YOU JUST SAY? DID YOU JUST ASK ME WHO HE IS?! How can you not know who Jungkook is?!!”

The8: “I did NOT ask you that ewgyu”

Mingyu: “Yeah you did, you just asked me that like 3 seconds ago and did you just call me ewgyu?!”

Jungkook: “…”

DK: “Don’t mind them Jungkook, they are always arguing but they secretly love each other”

Mingyu & The8: “WE DO NOT.”

Jungkook: *unlocks door to Jin’s room*

The8: “Thughao down thughao down. Too. Much. Pink. AHHHHHH

Jungkook: “I always wondered what Jin hyung’s room looked like….. but this is EXACTLY how I pictured it to be in my mind….. pink and filled with super marios….” *smh*

Mingyu: “Hey Seokmin! Oh look! It’s you!”

DK: “Where?”

Mingyu: *points at donkey kong figurine*

DK: “Do I really need to remind you what DK stands for?" 

Mingyu: "D is for Donkey, K is for Kong”

DK: “It’s so obvious that you haven’t been listening to anything I’ve ever said”

Mingyu: “oooohhhh what’s this?” *picks up Yoshi figurine*

The8: “What did I tell you guys, he has an attention span of a squirrel”

Mingyu: “It’s name is… hoshi?”

Mingyu: “Hoshi hyung is that you?”

The8: “It clearly says Yoshi”

Jungkook: “Okay. I’m bored, I’m leaving, bye guys”

The8: “What was his name again?”


The8: “Why do I even try”

DK: “Put that down Mingyu before you cause some serious damage like you always do”

Mingyu: “I do not, what an outrageous thing to say… I am offend-” *hits glass display case for figurines*

*display case falls and smashes into smithereens*

Mingyu: “whoops”

DK: “God dammit gyu”

Joshua: “So I heard you guys went to America in your rookie days, how was it?”

Jimin: “Yeah! It was great! I met a guy named Tony and he was really nice to me!”

Joshua: “Well when I came to Korea, I met a really nice guy named Jeonghan" 

Jimin: "I think I was his favourite out of the entire Bangtan”

Joshua: “I think he was my favourite out of all the Seventeen members”

Jimin: “and he had a cute nickname for me, he called me chim chim”

Joshua: “my nickname for him is angel, because he is an angel that has such a beautiful heart and also beautiful hair. Every time I look at him, it’s as if there’s a glow around him- wait who were you talking about again?”

Jimin: “Tony?”

Joshua: “Who dat?”

V: “Hey want to hear a joke about paper?”

Jun: “No, not really…”

V: “Never mind its tear-able”

Jun: “Oh god”

V: “I am on a seafood diet. Every time I see food, I eat it”

Vernon: “That doesn’t sound like an effective way of dieting”

Wonwoo: “But I can’t eat seafood” TT

Jun: “Please stop”

V: “Okay I got some Christmas ones!”

V: “What do you call a broke Santa?”

Wonwoo: “poor…?”

V: “Saint-NICKEL-LESS! Get it?”

Wonwoo: “Jun… I don’t get it”

V: “What do you call a rude reindeer?”

Vernon: “… disrespectful?” i call it seokmin, but call it whatever you want 

V: “RUDEdolph HAHAHAHHAAH” *claps hands uncontrollably*

Jun: “Someone take me back to China….”

Jhope: “I’m your hope! I’m Jhope!”

Jeonghan: “I’m Jeonghan and my hair brings people hope”

Dino: “No it doesn’t….”

Jeonghan: “Hush child, you’re too young to understand about the hopes my hair brings to this world”

Dino: *pouts*

Jungkook: “tell me about it, the downfalls of being the maknae”

Dino: “I know right? Even though I’m cute and squishy and I can get my way when I act cute-”

Jungkook: “But they treat you like a fetus even when you’re 90 years old and the only food you can probably eat is mush”

Dino: “I think I just found my new best friend” *tears up*

Jin: “Okay…. Which dumbass went into my room?!”

97 Line: *looks away*

Jin: “You!”

Mingyu: “Who? Me?!?”

Jin: “Yeah you, tall one. It was you wasn’t it!”

Mingyu: “What. NO”

Jin: “I know it’s you, I followed your snot trail and it led me to you!”

Seungkwan: “Now that is just plain nasty”

Jin: “You broke my glass display and my super marios are now covered in glass!”

Seungkwan: “Damage level percentage prediction: 99.3%”

Scoups: “What in the world Kim Mingyu, I leave you alone and you wreck someone’s room?!!”

Rap Monster: “Alright everyone, let’s just take a deep breath and calm down-”

Jin: “Calm DOWN?! You’re telling me to calm down? What if this snot boy went into your room and wrecked your Ryan bears?”

Rap Monster: “Woah woahhh why are you bringing my Ryan bears into this”

Jin: “Oh yeah that reminds me, you broke my beloved refrigerator door, god of destruction”

Joshua: “I am not acquainted with the god you speak of”

Rap Monster: "What… I bought you a new one to replace the broken one”

Jin: “It can never replace the love I have for the old one Namjoon, it had two doors and this one has only one! The old one had an ice dispenser on the outside so I named it Icy, it was so beautiful.” *dabs eyes with tissue*

Jin: “I remember it like it was yesterday, one fine day I was using it, I pressed the button and it dispensed ice into my caramel macchiato and then the very next day someone broke Icy’s door right off her body. R.I.P Icy the refrigerator” 

V: “We will never forget your sacrifice for us” *takes off hat in respect and bows*

Rap Monster: "I can just buy you an ice dispenser if you want one that badly”


Scoups: “Okay children, let’s get out before he remembers about Mingyu…" 

Seventeen: *creeps out slowly*


Woozi: “I ain’t leaving this place, I finally found my family”

Vernon: “But we’re your family…”

Suga: “Not anymore you’re not”

Scoups: “I’ve failed as a leader, all those years I spent training with you Woozi, all the tears I shed… did it not mean anything to you Jihoon? Our friendship-”


Woozi: “Okay you know what, Soonyoung why not you stay here and I’ll leave”


Suga: “Yes please take him with you. I already have a Taehyung and a Hobi, I do not need another one of these" 

Wonwoo: "Well that was fun!” *chirps happily*

The8: “No hyung, no it wasn’t”

masterlist ✨

Read the previous episode: Seventeen going to a BBQ Restaurant

Tells Your Story, Part 3/5, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape.

Words: 1125

Author’s Note: Alright turns out I didn’t really plan this far into the series so I’m just winging it at this point. Also, Christmas is this weekend so I might take a little break from writing this to write holiday inspired fics?

Warnings: Gets a little heated at the end, cursing.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

You knew Chris was one of Lin’s closest confidants, they were close and his opinion mattered a great deal to Lin.

You couldn’t explain why your palms grew sweaty when he approached you with a purpose in his stride. He wanted to talk to you, he said, about Lin.

“He’s an alright guy, like a solid six out of ten.” He started.

“I’d say that’s a pretty fair assessment.”

“He likes you a lot already, and that makes me nervous.” He waited a moment for you to throw back a funny quip, to deflect, but nothing came, “You know this?”

“I-” You stopped, not sure what you knew at all. You knew he was very nice, he’s a friendly guy and he seemed to show a barista the same common courtesy he shows you.

“I’m sure you’re very lovely. You seem nice and friendly and way out of his league. Just…” He paused when he noticed Lin emerge from his dressing room, making his way towards you with the occasional stop on the way, “I want him to be happy, and he takes this kind of stuff pretty seriously. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

With that, the conversation came to an abrupt halt as Lin planted himself in front of you. There was a moment of silence that you quickly tried to fill, unable to shake Chris’ words off.

“You’re heading home?” You smiled, gesturing to his backpack. You needed this night to be over, you needed to go home and consider your options, and you certainly needed to be out of Lin’s proximity for a moment. He made your head go fuzzy, and you really needed to think.

“Actually, I was thinking about heading out to dinner. Join me?” He didn’t direct this question at the two of you - only you. You glanced at Chris for a moment, hoping he could save you from having to say no to Lin. He shrugged and quickly made his escape. Traitor.

“Sure.” You said to Lin, a lot less enthusiastically than you intended, “I’d love to.” You added for effect, feeling fuzzy again when he grinned at you.

His idea for dinner was a dingy little Chinese place. Very hole-in-the-wall, only regulars show up kind of place. It was 24 hours, and as the sun was setting, you took a booth near the window and ordered too much food.

He seemed very comfortable sitting across from you, no expectations other than hoping the appetizers would be out soon because you were both starving.

“This place has been here forever.” He told you. You glanced around at the peeling paint and the mismatching silverware.

“I bet.” You twirled your drink in your hands to keep them busy, the water almost tipping over the glass.

You small talked like a pro until the food came and Lin was reminded of the first time he came here with his parents. That reminded you of a restaurant back home that you always had to stop into whenever you were back.

“You’ve never had burgers like the ones there, I have to bring you sometime.” You said casually between bites, a very open ended invitation.

“I look forward to it.” His little grin made you soften a bit, and you wondered if Lin was thinking about kissing you as much as you were thinking about kissing him.

Chris’ words flashed through your mind for a second. You pushed them away once and for all.

You liked Lin. A lot.

You certainly didn’t intend to hurt him, or to lead him on at any point. You smiled back at him and you watched as he sat up a little straighter in his chair, allowing you to steal some of the food off his plate without any protest.

He insisted on paying, practically throwing your card back into your purse.

“You can get it next time.” He said cooly, unashamed that he was already asking for a ‘next time’. You nodded, and he had to stop himself from physically celebrating in the middle of this tiny Chinese restaurant.

You told him you only lived a few blocks away and he asked if he could walk you back. It was approaching midnight, and while you felt back about keeping him out late when he had another show to do the next day, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

You shuffled along the few blocks, stretching the usual ten minute walk into twenty, very consumed with the other’s presence. He even insisted on walking you all the way up to your apartment door, just to be safe. You humored him, toying with the idea of inviting him in.

You closed your door, leaning against it for a moment, listening to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall.

Neither of you needed to say anything to see what was going on. It was very obvious where this relationship was going if you allowed it to stay its course. You let out a sigh, pushing away from the door and ready to head to bed.

A frantic knock at the door halted you in your tracks.

You peeked through the peephole, knowing better than to answer at one in the morning without checking. Lin was nervously fidgeting on the other side.

“Mr. Broadway, you have a show in a few hours.” You chastised, swinging the door open.

He stood looking confused and nervous at your front door, suddenly disheveled and with a mission in mind.

“Lin-” Before you could get farther, his lips were on yours. The kiss was desperate and heated, leaving you with nothing to do but kiss back and cling to Lin like he was your only source of oxygen.

He pulled back for a second to gauge your reaction. Your hair was disheveled, lips swollen from the sudden hungry kiss. His ego swelled when he realized he did that to you. He was back on you in a second, quickly working on stripping both of your jackets and backing you into your bedroom.

“Wait, wait-” You said inbetween kisses, when he pulled back to tug your shirt over your head. Your bit your lip, eyes trained on his still clothed chest rather than looking in his eyes, “Are we, you know, moving too fast?”

His hand was at your chin, tilting your head up.

“We can stop whenever you want, but Jesus Christ if I don’t kiss you again within the next five seconds I’m gonna fucking-”

You pushed him so he landed on your bed, bouncing from the sudden movement.

“-lose my mind.” He breathed as you positioned yourself over him, lips ghosting over his.

Well.” Your fingers toyed at the button on his jeans, “Can’t have that.

Love or Hate (Part 3 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,160

Warnings: language, excessive snark, childish behavior

A/N: These two, I swear. Get a room.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

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Anniversary |Caspar Lee|

Summary -  Can you do an imagine of caspar where he takes you on a romantic date and its all very fluffy thanks :)

Word Count - 1,524

Warnings - N/A

Sighing as he got out of the shower, Caspar wrapped a towel around his waist and strolled into the hallway, wet footprints behind him.

“What time is Y/N getting here?” Josh shouted from the living room, his eyes still fixed on his laptop screen.

“Erm, about 7 I told her. Why’d you ask?” Caspar said, walking into the living room and sitting on the sofa, still in nothing but a towel.

“Just wondering.” Josh shrugged, looking up from his laptop.

Caspar nodded and looked at the TV, his mind starting to wonder.

He was nervous, there was no denying it.

It was yours and Caspar’s one year anniversary, even though Caspar was insanely excited for your date; he wondered how you’d react to what he had planned.

Caspar had been planning this for a few weeks, and even though you knew he had something planned, Caspar never let up on what his plans or, or even gave you a tiny hint.

“You nervous?” Josh asked, as if he was reading Caspar’s name.

Nodding, Caspar blushed slightly. “Is it that obvious?” he chuckled.

“Not really, I just know you too well.” Josh shrugged, smiling at Caspar.

“I’ve had it planned for weeks, and now that the date is actually here, I’m shitting myself about it.”

Josh shook his head and smiled. “Caspar, you’ll be fine. Where are you taking her again?”

“It’s a restaurant in Kensington, Joe recommended it.” Caspar told Josh, looking at him confused as he started laughing.

“You took advice from Joe?”

Caspar chuckled. “Before you even start, I didn’t take dating advice from Joe, I just asked him where a nice restaurant was.”

Josh nodded and glanced at the corner of his laptop screen. “It’s nearly 6 you know.”

Caspar stood up and went into his bedroom, looking through his wardrobe. Why didn’t he ask one of his friends to help pick out what he should wear?

Caspar spent at least 20 minutes just staring at his wardrobe, hoping for inspiration.

Eventually, he settled on black jeans, a button up white shirt and a black blazer.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror as he finished fixing his hair, and swallowed the lump in his throat as he heard someone knocking at the door.

Caspar heard your voice and a smile instantly sprung onto his face.

“Hey Josh.” You smiled, hugging him as he closed the door behind you.

“You alright, Y/N?” Josh mumbled, his eyes scanning you. You chuckled, shaking your head.

You were currently wearing a knee length black dress that clung to your body in all the right places, your hair fell in curls over your shoulders and small heels. You couldn’t really walk in heels, so you rarely wore them and when you did, they weren’t that tall.

“Oi, Pieters, my eyes are up here.” You hit his arm playfully as Josh’s cheek flushed scarlet.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll go and get Caspar for you.”

You glanced around the room, smiling as you saw Josh’s laptop open. You could see he was currently editing a video that he had filmed with Caspar.

You sat at the table and pressed play on the clip that Josh was editing.

‘Caspar, you’ve got a girlfriend now. What’s it like being the only one who isn’t single?’ Josh asked, looking over as Caspar as they were both sat on the sofa in the living room.


A smile formed on Caspar’s lips as Josh finished reading the question.


'I love it. It’s funny because the boys always thought I would be the last one to get a girlfriend.’ Caspar replied, rolling his eyes. 'I love having a girlfriend, I love that I have someone to talk to about everything, and it’s amazing waking up next to her most mornings when she stays over. I love everything about being in a relationship. Y/N is amazing, I’m happy that she puts up with me because I’d be lost without her.’


Josh rolled his eyes and chuckled. 'Right, back to the Q&A rather than this being a video about Caspar’s relationship.’


You chuckled to yourself as you stood up, leaving the laptop where it was.

“Wow.” You heard someone mumble behind you, turning around you smiled as you saw Caspar stood in the hallway.

“Hi,” you smiled shyly, blushing a similar shade of red to the lipstick you were currently wearing.

“You look incredible.” Caspar smiled, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your blush deepened as you wrapped your arms around Caspar’s neck, leaning your forehead against his.

“So do you, it’s weird not seeing you in pyjama bottoms that are covered in pictures of pizza.” You chuckled, gently pressing your lips against his.

You both stayed like this for a matter of minutes until Josh came into the room and cleared his throat.

“Sorry to break up the moment, but your reservations are in 30 minutes.” Josh informed you.

Chuckling, Caspar took your hand and led you outside once you had both said goodbye to Josh.

“So, are you at least going to give me a hint as to where we are going?” you begged as you walked outside.

Caspar shook his head and a cheeky grin spread on his face. “No hints, until we get there.”

You sighed in defeat, as Caspar wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close to his side as he possibly could.

“Ready for a walk then?” Caspar smiled, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. It was still light outside, seeing as it was the middle of July.

“We’re walking? How long? Because I’m struggling already in these heels.” You chuckled, biting down on your bottom lip as you didn’t really want to ruin any of Caspar’s plans. If his plan involved walking, then walk you shall.

“Okay, plan b.” he suggested, crouching down slightly as you looked at him confused.

“Get on then.”

You chuckled, pulling your dress down slightly before jumping on his back, clutching your bag in one hand as you wrapped both arms around Caspar’s neck, both legs around his waist and he rested both of his hands on the back of your thighs before he ran off.

“Caspar!” you screamed. “You’re gonna drop me you idiot!”

Caspar laughed loudly, holding you as best he could before he stopped outside a restaurant, that had all the lights off, and a sign that read 'closed’ hung in the window.

“Caspar, it’s closed. What are we doing here?” you asked as he bent down, carefully putting you down on the floor.

“It’s not closed to us though.” He grinned, taking your hand in his again, gently intertwining your fingers with his loosely.

“What do you mean? We can’t go into a closed restaurant.” You told him, frowning slightly as Caspar walked to the window, peering through it.

“Yes we can, everything is ready.” Caspar grinned, looking at you, offering his hand to you.

You placed your hand in his, a confused expression still on your face as Caspar pushed the door to the restaurant open and you were welcomed with the sight… of a single table in the middle of the restaurant, roses and candles spread all over the place, the confusion on your face changing to shock.

You were completely speechless, what on earth were you meant to say?

“Y/N? Do you like it?” Worry spread across Caspar’s face.

You looked up at him, with disbelief.

“I love it Caspar, I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” You mumbled, tears brimming your eyes.

Caspar’s eyes widened as he looked at you.

“Y/N, please don’t get upset, we can go somewhere else if you don’t like it.” Caspar panicked, pulling you into his chest as he started to rub your back.

“Caspar, it’s perfect.” You mumbled as you glanced at the table again.

“We’re not eating yet.” Caspar told you, as you looked up at him confused.

“Dance with me?”

“You can’t dance though.” You giggled, shaking your head as you thought he was joking.

“I-I’ve been a few lessons, so I could sweep you off your feet.” Caspar blushed deeply, pulling you close to him.

“Show me then.” You smiled as Caspar started to play soft music on his phone.

You bit down on your lip as you rested your left hand on his shoulder, as Caspar took your right hand in his.

Caspar rested on hand on your waist, the other holding your hand as he leant down to lean his forehead against yours.

“I love you, so much Y/N.” Caspar whispered, his blue eyes shining in the candle light.

You smiled to yourself, as you and Caspar started to dance around the room silently for a few minutes. “I love you to, Caspar.”

A smiled crept onto his face as the song ended and Caspar gently tucked a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N.” Caspar smiled, pressing his lips against yours again.

You smiled to yourself as you rested your head on Caspar’s shoulder, incredibly thankful that you had him in your life.

“I Still Want You” (Nichkhun Scenario)

Genre: romance, modern

Word count: 1 679

Warning:  none

Summary: “. I still want you. Every single day, every single night – I miss you.”

He was watching you watch him through your lenses. He wasn’t just looking at the camera, but piercing through the lenses just so that you knew he was staring right at you.

“Okay, that’s a wrap! Thank you for your hard work today!” You placed your camera on the table next to the professional laptop.

You were satisfied with the work you’ve got done in one single day. A celebration was required with lots of wine and cheese.

“Excuse me,” one of the assistants approached you carefully, “he would like to talk to you. In private.” And with that she walked away, leaving you to sigh and wonder what was going to happen. Was he actually going to take action upon all the staring?

“I heard you were looking for me,” you started, stopping in the doorstep and admiring your nails like one cold bitch that you were supposed to act like.

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[Translation] Official Makoharu Mook Original Drama

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scans by sunyshore

Bubbling of the Starry Sky

Haruka Nanase
as Half-fish
Makoto Tachibana as Firefighter
Rin Matsuoka as Samezuka Station Police Officer
Nagisa Hazuki as Astronaut
Rei Ryugazaki as Scientist

*at the wharf*

The warehouse is on fire.  There are sounds of siren from the firetrucks.  The firefighters rush to the scene as they get off the firetrucks.  Makoto can be seen among them.

Makoto, wearing fireproof gears, grips onto the fire hose tightly with his strong arms as high-pressure water spurts out of it, directing the water towards  the roaring flames…

*in front of Makoto’s apartment* (at night)

The cherry blossom tree is in full bloom.  Makoto finishes work and returns home.

Makoto: Phew, what a day~ I’m so tired~

*inside Makoto’s apartment*

Makoto takes off his shoes and his jacket at the door

Makoto: Well then, time for a bath~

He says it out loud as he opens the bathroom door, where someone’s soaking in the bathtub.

Makoto: WAAHHH!?

Haruka is in the bathtub.

Haruka: Shut up…

Haruka turns around and flips his tails around.

Makoto: A mer…. merman!?

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*Inside Makoto’s apartment: bathroom* (night)

Makoto and Haruka are in the bathroom.

Haruka: I’m not a merman, that’s stuff of the legends.  I’m a half-breed born between a fish and a human.

Makoto: So like… a half-fish man?

Haruka nods.

Makoto can’t believe this sudden turn of events.

Makoto: Um… well then, how did you manage to get here? Did you walk… you probably couldn’t have, with that tail…

Makoto looks at Haruka’s lower-half quizzically.

Haruka: I do have legs…

As he says that, he pulls the bathtub plug.

(gurgle gurgle)

The bath water swirls and gets sucked into the bathtub’s drain.

When all the water is gone, Haruka’s tail disappears and is left with a pair of legs.

Haruka: as long as I’m not in water.

Makoto is shocked.

Makoto: So you really are a half-fish man!?

Haruka: That’s what I’ve been saying.

Right at this moment, the doorbell rings.

(ding dong)

Makoto: Who would come here in the middle of the night…? Ah, stay here for now, and don’t come out.

Makoto says that and exits the bathroom leaving Haruka behind.

(ding dong, ding dong, ding dong)

The doorbell keeps ringing.

Makoto: Yes! Just a moment! I’m opening the door now!

Makoto opens the door.

And in front of him stands Rin, the police officer.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so in the first one I thought of it's Christmas time and y/n thinks it'd be fun to try and have a 'traditional Christmas' with Isaac and the Hales, so basically she tries to make the place look more festive, buys Christmas crackers and orders a takeaway bc she can't cook, and tries to get them all to sit around a table for Christmas dinner, or get them to play Secret Santa etc? The thought of Derek/Peter looking mildly pissed off while wearing lopsided tissue paper crowns made me laugh...

A/N: Okay. Me and Anon talked about this, and I know next to nothing about the crackers tradition and the crowns. I am American. So, we agreed that I would just write it with what I know, while trying to stick to it as close as possible. I made it a little sappy and silly and didn’t do the Secret Santa - maybe I will make that a short later. (And I kid you not, the takeout thing happened to me one Christmas because my brilliant family forgot to think about restaurants being closed.) And Derek has a gas fireplace in this. Just FYI. Okay. The one that started this all.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Okay so in the first one I thought of it’s Christmas time and y/n thinks it’d be fun to try and have a ‘traditional Christmas’ with Isaac and the Hales, so basically she tries to make the place look more festive, buys Christmas crackers and orders a takeaway bc she can’t cook, and tries to get them all to sit around a table for Christmas dinner, or get them to play Secret Santa etc? The thought of Derek/Peter looking mildly pissed off while wearing lopsided tissue paper crowns made me laugh…


It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…. Eeeeeeeeverywheeeeeeeeere you goooooooo!” You sang along with the radio as you threw tinsel haphazardly around the table in piles just to make the place look a little more festive.

Isaac walked over and eyed the table skeptically. “What the hell are you doing?” He spoke haltingly, that eyebrow shooting up.

“Decorating, dumbass. What does it look like?” You plopped the box you had been carrying on your hip into his arms and he scowled at you.

“Why? And why do I have to hold this?”

“Because it’s time we got this place looking less dreary. And because my arms are tired. Follow me,” you beckoned him along behind you, and he obliged with a huff, following you into the living room and plopping the box down on the coffee table. “That’s as far as I’m taking it, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you huffed, sticking your nose up in the air, Isaac mimicking you, making your blood boil before disappearing somewhere in the loft.

The next person to appear was Derek. He took one step through the front door, reaching out to drop his keys on the side table, but they just dangled in his fingers as he took in the loft. “What…. The…. Hell….”

“It’s Christmas!” You threw paper snowflakes you had been cutting into the air like confetti.

“It’s November 1st,” Derek looked at you, speaking like you had hit your head a little too hard during the scuffle last night. Seems like Halloween always brought a bad guy.

“Quit being such a Grinch and help me!” You huffed, trying to hand him a pair of scissors to help continue the snowflakes.

“Everything is so shiny….” He looked around, squinting.

“If you don’t help me, I will call Stiles to come and he-”

He was already beside you on the couch and halfway through a snowflake before you finished.

Peter walked down the spiral staircase with a yawn a few hours later, Derek having abandoned the snowflakes long ago complaining of hand cramps. Yeah right.

Rubbing the back of his neck sleepily as he finished the yawn, he let his hand fall to the railing with a clang as he came to a stop halfway down. “What in God’s name-”

“It’s Christmas time, okay? I’m decorating, okay? Just…. Okay?”

He looked at you oddly, and you wondered if you were speaking gibberish. Looking back out at the apartment, he continued, “It looks like a Tinsel Monster threw up in here.”

Walking away from the plastic prelit tree you had just set up, you stopped, dropping the box in your hands which you regretted the moment you did because it had all the ornaments, and now they were shattered in the box at your feet. Wincing at the sound, you peeked an eye open to see Peter, Derek, and Isaac all looking at you like you might explode, the Christmas radio station playing in the background softly almost making the moment funny. Almost.

“Guys,” you began, taking a deep breath to keep yourself calm, feeling yourself wanting to shift. “Guys, look. I just wanted to have a nice Christmas. This only happens once a year. It was a big deal for my family, okay? We did a gift on Christmas Eve and the rest Christmas morning. My dad dressed up like Santa. We decorated the tree as a family the day after Halloween every year, and it was a real tree, not this plastic shit. We fought with the strings of lights, made strings of popcorn for the tree, hung stockings, made cookies. It was a big deal. And now….”

You looked down at the floor, speaking quietly. “Now I don’t have any of that. I just have the memories. And I thought, maybe, just maybe, we could be the family we are supposed to be as a pack, and do something besides fight evil all the time. Would it kill you to hang some lights? Deal with some tinsel? Maybe have some color anywhere in this apartment?”

“Y/N,” Derek started with a sigh, but you held up your hand, grabbing your jacket. “I’m going out. Just…. Forget it.”


A few hours later you walked back into the loft, immediately stilling at the pitch black in front of you. The radio was still playing holiday music, and it made everything eerie. “Guys?” You ventured, glowing your eyes.

A red, a blue, and a yellow pair all blinked back at you from different places in the room. “What the hell is going-”

Suddenly a real tree decorated with white lights, popcorn strings, and tinsel came on to your left, Peter standing beside it with a soft smile. Venturing closer, you saw the ornaments hanging on it, glued together haphazardly.

To your right, you could make out Isaac just barely from the light of the tree, and he was grinning from ear to ear as he pushed a button, causing the whole apartment to light up with the same white lights on the tree, strung everywhere, wrapped beautifully around the pillars, and the windows had been spray painted with fake snow, making it look icy outside.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Isaac said softly. “My family just…. Never really did Christmas after my brother, and….”

You stopped him with a hug. “It’s okay,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Hey, what about me?” Peter said behind you, making you turn to look at him. He stood by the tree in mock anger, gesturing wildly. “I cut my hands to hell gluing these things back together. Granted they healed, but it still hurt!” Laughing, you walked over and gave him a hug, mumbling a thank you into his shoulder. “No problem, sweetheart. You’re right. Christmas is important, and we are, reluctant though we may be, a family.”

“One hell of a family,” you heard Derek say somewhere to your right, in the middle of the loft, and with the push of a button, the gas fireplace lit up and had stockings hanging above it, one for each of you.

You were beginning to tear up as you walked over to Derek, arms held open for a hug, and he laughed softly as the two of you embraced, whispering into your hair, “I made cookies. Please don’t cry.”

You instantly pulled back, looking him right in the eye, swatting at your tears. “If you made cookies, why do I smell Chinese food?”

He laughed, looking up at Peter who smiled fondly. “Because, that’s my family tradition for Christmas. Take out. And I know it’s not Christmas - hell, it’s not even December yet - but it felt like the right kind of peace offering, given the situation.”

Looking at the table for the first time, you saw a bunch of takeout boxes and began laughing. “This may turn out to be one of the best Christmases yet.”

Dr. Lee - Doctor!Jooheon AU

Originally posted by biasedmadness

Warnings: None

Characters: Jooheon 

Word Count: 2.9k

Being a travel nurse had its perks sometimes. I was able to travel all around the country, meet new people, and experience new things. This time, however, was one of the few times I found more negatives than positives. I had been working in Seoul for two months so far, with only one month left and I was not ready to leave. In my two months being there, I had grown rather fond of one of the doctors that worked there. His name was Dr. Lee.

From the moment I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. Dark brown hair, plump lips, and the cutest dimples that could make the devil himself swoon. Aside from being absolutely stunning, he was also extremely funny and one of the most intelligent people I had come to known. I also quickly learned that he was the center of gossip for two nurses in particular that worked around him, and because I worked closely with him I also worked closely with them. They always talked with one another about how cute they thought he was, and how it was strange that he’s never married or even had a girlfriend the entire time he had been there. They had even begun speculating that he wasn’t interested in women, only because he never showed interest in the women that have flirted with him.

I was sitting in the break room with said two nurses, it was our lunch break and once again they got on the topic of Dr. Lee.

“It’s so sad that Dr. Lee doesn’t have any interest in women,” One of the nurses, Jiyeon, whined.

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” I asked.

“Well, how else would you explain why he’s never even shown interest in anyone here?” She retorted.

“If I had a bunch of women hitting on me at work all of the time, I wouldn’t show interest either.”

“Oh, you’re no fun~!”

“Do you know who is also really cute? Dr. Chae!” The other nurse, Seoyeon, exclaimed.

“Oh, he is! He’s so tall and handsome!” They started talking about the things that made him cute, just like they had done many times before with Dr. Lee. Despite how much these two talked about that rumor, I didn’t believe it for a second. If I were him, I wouldn’t date either. Especially with all of those women hitting on him and with these two trying to dig into his personal life so much. 

I had to admit, I found find him to be extremely attractive, but I knew it wasn’t my place to pursue him. Plus, I would be gone in a month, and I didn’t see a point in trying to gain his affection.

“(Y/N), Dr. Lee is looking for you,” Another nurse came into the room to tell me. A set of “oooooo”s came from Jiyeon and Seoyeon, sounding like a group of schoolchildren when a child is called to the principal’s office. I excused myself, exiting and heading towards Dr. Lee’s office. 

I knocked on his door and entered, “You were looking for me, Dr. Lee?” I asked. He sat behind his desk, jotting down notes on a file he was reading. He looked up when I entered, “Ah yes I was. Sit, please,” He extended his hand to motion towards the chair in front.

“Are you free after your shift tonight?” I gave him a questioning look, so he explained further. “It’s your last month here, and I thought I’d take you out tonight as a thank you for assisting me the past couple of months.”

“Well, I am free. But wouldn’t that cause some to spread rumors about us? Jiyeon and Seoyeon seem to catch wind of everything that you do.” He let out a deep laugh, his dimples showing. “They already have a lot of rumors about me, so let them keep on I say.”

After my shift, he told me to head home and change into something nice. He said that he would pick me up around 8 p.m.  When he picked me up, we went to a rather fancy restaurant not too far from the hospital. We were seated immediately, he had apparently made reservations before he even asked me if I would come with him.

“If you said no, I was just going to toss you over my shoulder and drag you here,” He joked. The restaurant had a very sensual atmosphere. The candles on the tables were the source of most of the light in the restaurant, aside from the very dim lights in the ceiling.

“So, where are you going after you leave here?” He questioned, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“I’m not too sure yet, to be honest. I believe I’ll be heading to Busan next, though,” I said, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of wine from my glass.

He started telling me about a friend of his that worked in one of the Busan hospitals, saying he could put in a good word for me.

“Have you ever thought about settling down somewhere?” He asked. Now that he brought it up, I actually hadn’t thought about it. One of the main reasons I became a travel nurse was for the experiences. I had met so many people I never would have if I was settled down at a particular place.

“Honestly, I haven’t. I’ve enjoyed my experiences that I never would have had the opportunity to experience otherwise. I also have met many wonderful and intelligent people such as yourself” I admitted.

“I see. I was actually asking because I was going to ask you if you wanted to become my personal physician’s assistant,” He said, causing me to get choked on my wine. I was caught off guard, to say the least.

“Why me? There are others that are far more qualified than I am. Why didn’t you ask Jiyeon or Seoyeon?” I questioned. He chuckled at my response, “Honestly, while they are very good at their job, I don’t trust them enough to ask one of them to fill the position. I’m not completely confident in their ability to give the job the attention it deserves. I’ve worked closely with you for a couple of months now, and I know you are perfect for the job,” He said.

I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t even thought about staying, but what he was offering was tempting. I did really enjoy working there, and he was by far my favorite doctor I had ever worked with. Despite being annoyed with how often those two nurses gossiped and went on about Dr. Lee, they had become close friends of mine in such a short amount of time.

“Well… What have I got to lose?”

A wide smile appeared on his face when I said this. He thanked me and then raised his glass, “A toast,” He said. We clinked our glasses together and took another drink. The rest of the dinner was mainly spent talking about my duties and what would be expected. Near the end, he brought up a strange question.

“Do you believe what they say?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I assumed the ‘they’ he was referring to were Jiyeon and Seoyeon. They say quite a lot of things, so knowing what exactly he was referring to would be a shot in the dark. He could be talking about them saying that he wasn’t interested in women, but I didn’t want to offend him if that wasn’t what he was referring to.

“What they say about me. It doesn’t matter, though, it’s not important,” He replied. Other than that, he didn’t say another word about the subject. After dinner, he drove me back to my apartment. I invited him up for coffee, and he accepted. I handed him a cup of coffee and sat beside him at the table.

“What I was referring to at the restaurant was the rumor about me not liking women. I know you don’t, since I heard you in the break room talking with them one day. I just thought that hearing it from you would help me feel better,” He admitted.

“Of course I don’t believe it! It’s silly that they think what they do just because you don’t acknowledge women when they flirt with you. I mean, seriously. If I had a bunch of women around me hitting on me while I was working, I would act the same as well,” I ranted. He laughed at my tone, even clapping when I finished.

“I actually have my eyes set on someone,” He said, “And she is unlike all of the other women that work at the hospital.” Now that was something I didn’t expect to hear. I was the person that he was with the most, and surely I would have noticed or at least heard about this woman.

When I didn’t respond to his words he spoke again, “You, (Y/N). I’m talking about you,” He smiled his signature smile again, dimples and all.

Just like the moment when I first laid eyes on him, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t think of a response, I was in complete shock. He must have thought I was rejecting him because he started to get up to leave. I grabbed him by his arm and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him. When he didn’t return the kiss, I pull back. I thought I had made a mistake by being so forward, but then he pulled me in for another kiss.

“I didn’t want to tell you about my feelings because I knew that you would be leaving soon. Then the idea came to me of making you my personal physician’s assistant. When you accepted I wanted to pull you into my arms and kiss you then, but I knew I couldn’t do that at the moment. You’re different (Y/N),” He moved a lock of hair out of my face, “I knew that the moment you stepped into the hospital,” He finished his sentence and kissed me again. His lips were like silk against mine, it was one of the most soothing sensations I had ever felt. When our lips parted, it was as if time had stood still for those few short seconds.  

“You know, a certain two nurses will really have fun talking about this. I don’t know if I’ll ever get any work done if they know,” I joked. He pulled me into a hug, “As I said before, let them talk. All we have to do is stay quiet,” He pecked me on the lips once more.



A couple of weeks later, Jiyeon and Seoyeon talked about Dr. Lee more than ever. After we started going out, he became happier around the hospital. He had a bit of a spring in his step since then, and he had picked up whistling while he walked through the halls. That lead to many questions coming my way, asking if I knew what had him in a more chipper mood lately. Jiyeon was especially adamant about prying information out of me.

“You’re the closest to Dr. Lee, so if anyone should know it should be you!” Jiyeon’s questions were out of control. She kept insisting that I ‘tell her about his secret’ as she put it. I told her countless times that I knew nothing, and knew of no changes that have happened in his life to make him more upbeat. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, though.

“I think she knows, but she doesn’t want to betray Dr. Lee by telling us~!”

“Come on, tell us please!”

By that point, their prying for information was really giving me a headache. I didn’t want to tell them that we were dating, that would only make them ask even more questions and pry even more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any work done with them around, regardless of if they knew or not. I thought of a quick excuse that would get them to back off, but before I could say it their rambling stopped. I heard the whistling from down the hallway which could only mean one thing—Dr. Lee was coming. He came out of the hallway while twirling his stethoscope around beside him.

“(Y/N), can I borrow you really quick? I have something I’d like you to check out for me,” He said, grabbing a file off of the desk in front of me. I immediately took that as an opportunity to get away from being assaulted with questions, so I followed him down the hallway. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I didn’t care as long as it would be quieter than where I was.

“I thought you had something for me to check out?” I asked, confused as to why we entered his office. He laid his stethoscope on his desk, “I heard the nurses nagging you earlier about me, so I thought I’d be your knight in shining armor and swoop in to save you. After all, we can’t have you getting stressed out now can we?”

He came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders, “Man, you are really tense,” He noted. “Yeah, my boss works me to death,” I teased.

“Are the nurses bothering you with all of their questions?” His hands left my shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “No, of course not.” Yes, they were bothering me quite a bit, but I didn’t want to let him know how much they were doing so. He saw through my act, though. “I know they are, that’s why you seem more stressed lately. It’s actually a little funny that so many useless questions can get you so worked up,” He chuckled, then he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“I don’t know why they are bothering me so much, but it’s like half of what I hear lately has to do with you. Jiyeon is the worst when it comes to bugging me about you, I have started avoiding her when I see her,” I laughed, thinking back to when I hid in a stairwell to avoid her. Her questions had started to drive me insane. It was as if bringing up Dr. Lee was something she had to do. She was ten times as worse when Seoyeon was around. 

“Do you think we should tell them, so they’ll stop bothering you?” We had agreed to not say anything about our relationship, knowing about the buzz it would cause and the questions it could bring up as to why I got the job and if I was competent enough to do the job. Now that he brought it up, though, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea.

“What if someone brings it up as a conflict of interest?”

“Well, there’s not exactly anything that says workplace relationships are forbidden. And I did hire you before we started dating,” He pointed out. I rested my head against his shoulder, “I don’t know Jooheon, I just want this to go smoothly for us. I don’t want you to come under fire over this.”

We decided to not say anything, deciding that instead of telling any of our coworkers ourselves we would let them find out naturally. I was in the break room one afternoon when he decided to stop by.

I was pouring a cup of coffee when the door opened, Dr. Lee walking in. He came over to the coffee pot, kissed me on my cheek, and grabbed the pot and poured coffee in his cup. Jiyeon and Seoyeon were two of the ones in the room, and I could tell that they were watching us.

“What are our plans for the night?” He asked, leaning up against the counter.

“I was thinking takeout and a movie, how does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing, but I get to pick the movie this time,” He laughed and paused for a moment, “I have to get back to work, I’ll see you after my shift ends.” And with that, he left.

“Wait, (Y/N), you and Dr. Lee?”

“Why didn’t you tell us? See Jiyeon I told you that they had something special between them! I could tell just by the way they looked at one another!” Seoyeon started bragging about being right and Jiyeon not believing her.

“Don’t blame me, blame her! She kept the secret so well!”

“You sly woman! You’re why he’s been happier lately!”

The complete change in their attitudes and comments after that made me chuckle. I took a sip from my coffee as I sat down at the table. “I think I will really enjoy being here,”  I thought. I looked over at both of the girls beside me—who were now bickering over which one of them would ask Dr. Chae out first. “As long as these two are here to provide some entertainment for me of course.”

Birthday Gifts and Surprises

Title: Birthday Gifts and Surprises

Pairing: Reader/Simon

Word Count: 2,715 (O__O)

Warning: SEX SEX SEX and swears.

Summary: It’s your birthday and your boyfriend Simon spoils you rotten all day long with surprises and gifts.

Author’s Note: I’m nervous that I didn’t live up to the expectation - but I tried. I hope you enjoy <3

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First Date With B.A.P

Where would they take you on your first date?

Yongguk – He’s going to be nervous and wondering how he’s going to keep your interest. He’d pick something in his comfort zone like a record/CD store and take you in to browse. Music is something he feels confident in and also a tool he uses to learn about people. What styles speak to you and why, what memories do you have tied to certain songs? He’d come up with a creative game like go pick out your three current favorites, two from your teenage years and one that had an impact on you as a child. Yongguk would do the same and meet you at a table where you’d sit and discuss your picks for hours, conversation dovetailing music and everything else important in life together. An energy would build between you as your minds recognized a kindredness the two of you shared. You two would be so absorbed in learning about one another that the owner would have to come and shoo you away when it was time to close. Reluctantly Yongguk would mention taking you home but somehow your feet led you instead to a park bench where you continued talking until you noticed the world around you was getting lighter. Embarrassed and apologizing profusely at keeping you out all night Gukkie would take you home. The next day he’d be grinning nonstop and feel like his feet weren’t touching the ground.

Himchan – Cafe date all the way. It would be a small, elegant yet non-chain coffee shop and bakery that he recommended. Known for its heavenly coffee you’d smell the delicious roast as you go through the door. You order your coffee and a sinful French pastry for which he insists on paying and guides you over to an empty table in the corner. After a few awkward false starts and picking at your pastries you both settle into a frank, open conversation. Not into playing games, he’d be scrutinizing you pretty closely although you’d never know it by his smile and pleasant demeanor. He told himself he wanted to get to know you through a few hours of honest conversation because he doesn’t have the time or energy to waste on someone who wasn’t in it for the right reasons. But deep inside he just doesn’t want to get hurt so he’s trying to be cautious. It backfires though because as he sees your smile and your laugh he feels himself slipping. After a few hours he’d call an end to the date and see you home safely. Heavily conflicted he feels like he could (and already is) falling deeply for you and he wants that so desperately it’s almost a physical ache. He likens it to hanging off a ledge by his fingertips. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath and lets go.

Daehyun – Would be so excited, nervous as well, but mostly excited. He wants to show you all of the things he loves and wants to get to know what you love too. Taking you to his favorite restaurant he’d probably order a few of his favorites that you two could share. Switching back and forth during dinner he’d go from bright and animated while he was talking to serious and listening quietly when you were speaking. His laugh would be infectious and you’d feel better just by being near him. You decide to be brave and tell him that and the look he gives you is so stunned and grateful. Hanging his head and blushing profusely his eyes are absolutely sparkling when he raises his head. Believe it or not his next stop would be a norebong where he can impress you with his voice and get rid of some excess energy. He’d love to see you blush as he sang to you and you’d notice that his expression is that of a drowning man but you know yours is the same.

Youngjae – He would show you just how interested he is in you by treating you like a princess and taking you on a classic date. Of course he’d start the evening off with a lovely bouquet of flowers but he’d want to leave more of an impression than just red roses. He’d look into the meanings of flowers and pick them out accordingly, explaining each flower’s significance to you with a blush and embarrassed smile. Next would be dinner at a high end restaurant where conversation would be kept light but he’d be very interested in you, asking you questions about your life. After that would be a light-hearted movie where you two could have a good laugh. Feeling more relaxed with you Youngjae would forget himself for a moment when a funny scene came on and slap your knee which would startle the hell out of you and he’d whisper his apologies while mentally kicking himself for getting carried away. A bit bashful after the movie he’d apologize again and you’d laugh it off smacking him on the arm lightly and then declaring yourselves even. Mood lightened he’d offer to treat you to ice cream and you’d ask him if he hadn’t spoiled you enough already. Chuckling he’d take your hand and after kissing your knuckles say that he’s only just begun to spoil you.

Jongup – He wouldn’t have a plan at all. You’d agree on a meeting place and when you saw each other he’d ask, “What do you want to do?” Initially he’d be extremely shy and nervous but have this resolve within himself because he’s with you and he knows that’s exactly where he wants to be. The two of you would just roam about, aimlessly popping in shops or walking through a park, anything that got your attention really. The sights along the way would spur on your conversation and it would be very stream of consciousness. You’d be talking about one thing and go off on a tangent when distracted by something else but somehow you’d always make it back to the important points in what you were trying to say. He’d loosen up quite a bit as the date progressed but he’d still want you to do the majority of the talking because you fascinate him. Uppie would be very attentive and hang on your every word as he gets to know you and how your mind works.

Zelo – He’d ask his hyungs for ideas and after all of them gave him different answers he’d go his own way. Zelo figures girls like furry things so it’s a trip to the zoo. Junhong would let you lead him to whatever exhibit you wanted to see. Awkward and reserved in the beginning, it would take him a while to acclimate and get used to you. But once he saw you relax and have fun he’d quickly follow suit. If you had any particular favorite animals he might try to imitate them for a laugh. He’d feel silly but he thinks if you have a good time you’ll want a second date so he tries really hard to impress you. Breaking out a few dance moves or dazzling you with his LTE rapping skills, he’d try anything he was confident in to win your favor. You’d enjoy his efforts but make an offhand comment about liking him just for himself and he would positively glow. He’d be very shy after your comment, but damn, he was just hit by Cupid’s arrow.