just looking at this makes me grin like an idiot


“The bakery is a couple of blocks away. It’s bitingly cold outside in the way clear winter days can be, but they decide to walk there anyway, Yuuri’s hand tucked into Viktor’s pocket. His beanie is pulled down over his ears and his scarf is almost covering his mouth, and he looks so soft and adorable that Viktor just grins at him like an idiot.”

he’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds by @hereticgods

I’ve been meaning to draw something for this fic for a while because I just love it so much. If you haven’t already, please go read it, it’s absolutely amazing <3

One Word: Fangirl - Cisco Ramon

Originally posted by endlesslyalice

“Cisco Ramon, if you don’t close your mouth right now I swear I am going to smack you back into reality,” you grit out as your gaze flickers between the scientist and the actress you had suddenly grown an incredible hatred of.

“Y/N, that’s-”

“I know exactly who it is,” you cut off far harsher than you had intended. Honestly, you didn’t quite understand why you were so short tempered all of a sudden, all you know was that the actress you had been ready to fangirl over only an hour earlier was suddenly in your bad books, and as such Cisco should stop fawning over her… or perhaps that was wrong. Perhaps she was in your bad books because Cisco was fawning over her.

A heavy set frown made its way onto your lips as you considered the thought for a moment before Cisco interrupted them.

“I thought you liked her,” he commented, his tone surprisingly soft as he looked to you in confusion.

“I-” you start, not knowing what to say. “I just don’t want you to make an idiot of yourself. Fangirling is all well and good, but this is a whole other level.”

“Wait,” Cisco grins mischievously as he takes in your uncertain stance, watching carefully as your sights set on the ground below you. “You’re not jealous are you?”

“What?!” you ask perhaps a little too loudly, “of course not! I don’t need you blubbering around like a fish with me.”

“Mhmmm,” Cisco nods, a knowing look on his face as a smile plays at his lips. “So you’d be totally ok if I went up to her and asked her out.”

“W- I-” you stutter, the vision of your best friend falling in love with the actress and spending the rest of his life with her suddenly filling your thoughts as a frown takes over you.

“That’s what I thought.”

anonymous asked:

How bout a prompt for Reddie where Eddie cannot stop smiling like a total idiot. (Other than his first kiss cuz once he was smiling for like an hour?)

- eddie had this thing that when he was super happy he literally couldn’t stop himself from smiling and had to bite down on his lip

- this happened mostly around richie, because richie can literally make anyone smile like??

- “you look cute today eds, pink suits you”

- eddie would just roll his eyes but then smile like a big idiot when richie wasn’t looking

- whenever ben brought up the fact richie just talks about eddie ALL THE TIME, eddie would start beaming

- “does he really talk about me?”

- “24/7″

- whenever richie would sneak through his window eddie’s mood would instantly shift from bad to good

- “hows my sunshine boy doing this fine evening?”

- oh yeah, richie calls him his sunshine boy, didn’t i mention that?

- eddie can’t stop grinning when he catches richie staring at him when he thinks he isn’t looking (he always is)

- “you two are so love sick it hurts” stan would always say

- eddie would just shrug and smile, knowing he’s 110% right

The One Where Beca Doesn’t Give A Fuck How You Say His Stupid Name

A/N: SURPRISE I WROTE A FIC… ITS BEEN A HOT SEC. here’s some trash, you animals. and also bc @ssbechloe was super cute when she asked if I would write one. So thank her not me. OK BYEEE.

PS: please for the love of Jebus and all things holy, stop tweeting Kay Cannon hate about this whole Chicago thing. It’s not her fault. She only wrote the draft and Universal sucks. (Sincerely, Me who is overprotective and possessive over my homegirl KC)

It’s not like Chloe didn’t know. Like there’s literally no way Chloe couldn’t know. Or was there? Okay there was definitely maybe sort of kinda a slight possibility that she didn’t. Who knows. All Beca knew was that she was stuck back in the hotel in God only knows what country that week while Chloe was out at dinner with Cincinnati. Or was it Connecticut? Maybe it was Columbus. Ya know what, who gives a shit. 

“Beca why the heck would you let ginge just go on a date with him?”

“What do you mean? Amy, she’s not mine. I don’t have ownership over Chloe.”

“Your eyes say otherwise.” Amy sipped her drink and glared over the rim of her glass.

“My eyes? The only thing you can see is that my pupils are dilated because you keep making me drink, my eyes say that the tequila is winning. And besides, if she didn’t want to go, she wouldn’t have.” Alright, maybe her eyes were a little extra glossy because she was crying after Chloe left earlier that night but that doesn’t mean she loves Chloe, okay?


“Excuse me?”

“Beca she doesn’t care about Chicago!”

So THAT’S his name…

 “Whatever! Are we done here?” Beca stood up, slammed the last of her drink, and walked toward the door.

“Beca, this is your room where are you gonna go?”

“I have no idea but I can’t sit here and drunkenly discuss Chloe shit with you… again. For like the hundredth time.”

“We wouldn’t have to discuss it if you would just sack up and kiss her already.”

“She doesn’t want me to kiss her. I’m not going to kiss her.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Mitchell.”

“I’m outta here.” Beca shook her head and walked out the door. As it slammed behind her she looked up to see Chloe walking in her direction down the hall.

shit fuck damn. She mentally facepalmed before looking up.

Beca! Hey!”

She cleared her throat, straightened her flannel (the author would like to point out the irony of that statement), and mustered the best fake smile she’d ever mustered. “Oh! Hey Chlo. Back from dinner already?” 

Beca could’ve stopped and kept talking to her favorite person to ever grace the presence of planet Earth, but she decided to go back to staring at the ugly carpet and walking down the hall.

Chloe turned as Beca passed her, confused as to why she didn’t stop to talk to her. “Becs, where are you going? I was just going back to the room.”

“I’m uh.. just going for a walk. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up.”

“Beca I-”

Beca quickly turned around to warn Chloe with a hard blink and a snap of her fingers, “Oh! Careful upon entry; Amy and tequila.” 

She didn’t know where she was walking to. She didn’t want to hear Chloe gush about Chicago. Quite frankly, she didn’t even want to see Chloe’s face, so she just kept going.

– – – –

In complete disregard to Beca’s er.. orders.. she got back to her room around three in the morning to find Chloe in fact waiting up and in fact drinking tequila on the bed.

Beca softly let the door click behind her for some reason thinking Chloe wouldn’t notice. She’s drunk not blind, Mitchell. Nonetheless, she kept walking through the room avoiding the harsh eye contact from the ginger on the bed. 


“Oh. Uh.. hey Chlo.”

“Where did you go?”


“Even though we’re fully stocked up here?” 

Beca was gathering up her toiletries and pajamas and walked toward the bathroom.


“Are you okay?”


“You wanna talk?”


She reached the door, not looking at the sad Chloe behind her.


“Goodnight, Chloe.”

door slam.

– – – –

The next morning was very uneventful. Uneventful meaning Aubrey had them up at nine to rehearse for a show they didn’t have for two more days. Only five girls showed up. Beca not being one of them.

“Has anyone talked to Beca today? She was gone when I woke up.”

“Trouble with your lady, Chlo?” Amy wiggled her eyebrows at the redhead who rolled her eyes in return.

“No. She was just really weird last night.”

“Maybe you should just talk to her.” Weird, coming from Aubrey. But okay.

“I tried. She wouldn’t.” Chloe continued stretching and racking her brain.

“Well, are you surprised?” CR replied after swallowing a gulp of her water. “Beca never talks to any of us, only you.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m surprised. Hello.” Chloe was frustrated and waved her arms.

“I don’t know Chloe, just give her some space?” Jessica and Ashley said in unison, obviously.

“Yeah Chloe, don’t pressure her into talking. One time my brother did that to our cousin about baseball cards and he threw up all over the chicken coop and we didn’t have food for weeks.” Guess who (Okay, Flo).

“Wait… Does everyone here know something I don’t?”

All of the Bellas turned to look at each other wide eyed and concerned. No one said a word until Chloe sighed heavily, nostrils flaring.

“Alright pitches, spill.” 

– – – –

Amy 7:08pm: Chloe is onto you.

Beca 7:09pm: I swear to god if any of you said anything

Amy 7:10pm: we didn’t. 

Beca 7:11pm: then how is she ‘onto me’

Amy 7:12pm: guess you’ll just have to talk to her.


Talking to Chloe was not the most appealing option at the moment. Neither was going for a run to clear her head, because lets be real - Beca Mitchell does not under any circumstances run. Unless of course it’s from every problem she ever faces ever. But somehow cardio sounded a lot better than talking to Chloe right now.

Beca 7:15pm: I’m going for a run.

Aubrey 7:17pm: Where are you going?

Beca 7:19pm: BMitch shared her location

– – – –

Aubrey wound up going after the brunette five hours later when she didn’t show up for dinner. Little did Beca know, she brought company.

They both got out of the car and walked out to find Beca sitting on the edge of a tattered dock with her feet in the water. The sun was close to being set and it would be dark soon, whether or not Aubrey was still captain she had a responsibility and didn’t want to leave her out there alone.

“What the fuck Posen?!” Beca stood up from her seat on the dock and put her other headphone back in preparing to run off again down the beach. Aubrey gripped her around her right wrist as she tried to run by.

“Just talk to her, Beca.”

“I’m not talking to any of you!”

“Beca, please?” 

The DJ looked up to see the redhead’s eyes borderline bloodshot. She’d been crying, how convenient.

“Fine, Chloe. You wanna talk? So talk.”

“Why are you being such a bitch right now?!”

“I’m not!” Beca groaned, threw a hand to her forehead in frustration, and threw her head back.

Aubrey let go of Beca’s wrist as soon as she trusted the brunette enough to not make a run for it again, “I”ll be in the car.”

“Becs. It’s just me. Talk to me.”

“I can’t, Chloe.”


“Because I fucking can’t, okay?”

“Is this about Chicago?”

WHAT? You seriously think I’m mad because you went on a freakin’ date with that cabbage patch kid?” 

“Okay so you are mad. Good to know. We’re getting somewhere.” Chloe huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms.

“Jesus Christ, Beale. I’m not mad because you have a love life.”

“So when did you plan on telling me you’re lying?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, Beca.”

“Don’t ‘come on, Beca’ me.”

“Fine. You don’t wanna talk? I’ll talk for you. I know what you’re thinking like 80% of the time anyway, right?”

“Chlo- stop.”

“No Beca. I won’t stop. This is stupid. We’re standing here in the middle of a beach halfway around the world six years later and you still won’t tell me how you feel.”

Beca sniffled, crossed her arms, and avoided eye contact, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So you’re not ever going to tell me you love me? That you have this entire time? That me going out to dinner with Chicago last night didn’t completely eat you alive?” Chloe started walking closer, cautiously, to Beca.

“Then why did you fucking go?!” Beca screamed through tears, finally making some sort of eye contact and quickly averting her stare back to the hole she’d dug in the sand with her toes.

“I went because newsflash I’m allowed to have a life, Beca! You won’t even talk to me ever since this whole shit-fest started. Heaven forbid that means I go out to dinner with someone other than you.”

“Chloe, that’s not- ugh. I’m not doing this!” Beca turned to take off and Chloe threw herself infront of her.

“No Beca! You’re not fucking running away from me again! Not now.”

“I can’t do this Chlo!” Beca tried to run again but Chloe blocked her so she threw herself into Chloe’s arms, finally letting out the heap of tears she’d been holding in the whole week.

Chloe tightened her arms around the younger girl and rubbed small circles on her back, not saying a word for a solid five minutes. She finally broke the silence when the sobs from Beca started to slow down. “How’s it goin?”

Beca still wouldn’t look at her, but she pulled back. “Sorry. Uh. I don’t know where that came from.”

“I think I do.”

“Yeah well, congratulations. What do you want, a cookie?”

“Shut up.

“It’s okay to let yourself feel, Becs.”

“I can’t. I’m a badass. I have street cred. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

She finally looked up at Chloe to see those big blue eyes spilling just as many tears as she was. “So… were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Why would I Chlo?” 

“Because we’re Beca and Chloe. We tell each other everything. No matter what.”

“Yeah, well apparently not evertying.”

“Okay true. I guess I also kinda forgot one small detail.”

“Wait wha-”

“Chicago is gay, Becs.”

“He’s what?!”

She couldn’t pinpoint one exact reason as to why she was grinning like an idiot in the dark on the beach with Chloe, but that was probably one of them.

“Yeah. So. We just kinda went out to dinner to talk about it and bond over it and life and all that stuff.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that in the first place?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Oh. Ha. Yeah.”



“How long have you known?”

“Since the worlds.”

“Beca! That was senior year!” she slapped her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“You kept this from me for five years?”

“Do you blame me?”


“Chloe I literally thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You’re oblivious, Mitchell. I literally told you I wanted to experiment and asked if you wanted a backrub. Not to mention the fact that every trip we went on I insisted that we share the room with one bed.”

“You perve. And yes, oblivious, maybe.” Beca stood up straighter and shook out her shoulders, “but still badass.”

Chloe slowly started getting closer to Beca while reaching for her hips, staring at her lips. Beca was losing her mind. What the hell was happening? 

“Oh yeah. Total badass.”

“To be fair, you kept it from me too.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You could never.”

“Yeah? So you just like to run seven miles down a foreign beach for funsies?”

“You know my name, not my story.” Their bodies were now pressed up against each other, Beca didn’t know what to do with her hands and her eyes kept dodging Chloe’s.

“So if I kissed you right now, you’re not gonna go ape shit, right?”

“I think if you kissed me I would most definitely go ape shit.”

“But no cardio involved this time, okay?” Chloe leaned in as Beca’s eyes slowly started to close in sync with her own.

“No cardio.” Beca whispered just as Chloe closed the gap between them.

Will You Be There?

A/N: I know this isn’t smut, but I wanted to do something different and write out of my comfort zone! I am not good with sad to just bare with me lol. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated. :) Oh and @nobravery​ here ya go I tagged you so don’t @ me. 

I sit on the grey ottoman by our window looking out into the empty night as I try to make sense of it all. How did we get here? When did everything go dark?  I wish we could change and go back, but it’s too late for any of that now. Everything is black and burnt. There’s no hope for us anymore.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I hear tired footsteps down the hall headed toward the bedroom. I don’t bother to look up because I know the expression on his face will kill me. The door creaks further open as he slips inside and shuts it quietly behind him. He sits on the end of the bed staring in my direction as he lets out a strangled breath. I know his eyes are begging, his face broken. He puts his hand on my thigh, and I look away because if I find his eyes, I know I’ll break.

“Will you be here when I wake up? Please baby I can’t bare to look over and not see you there. Just one last time… I’m begging you.” He swallows hard, trying not to losing himself. I finally look up at him, his pain filled eyes blinking the tears away. He looks as if he could shatter into pieces as any moment. It breaks my heart seeing him this way, but I can’t find the right words to answer him with.

I’ve told him this wouldn’t work. Us. He’s always gone and lately he’s been so distant. He has become so infatuated with his music. Making sure everything is perfect to a T and it has put a strain on our relationship. I can’t stay here and be alone. Not on my own. I need someone who is here for me, with me. And actually present when he is here. We haven’t been us in a while, and I can’t bare the heartache any longer. We are a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any moment.

It started with small things. Texts getting shorter, phone calls becoming less frequent, Skype calls becoming nonexistent. Then it progressed. Our sex life became obsolete. He stopped flying me out to see him. He doesn’t look at me with the passion in his eyes. The look that would melt me into a puddle inside my stomach. He doesn’t hold me anymore. He doesn’t touch me, kiss me. Nothing. I feel alone. Shawn is so wrapped up in tour that he doesn’t have time for me anymore. He’s stressed all the time. I get that, and I want him to live his dream. I am so proud of how far he’s come. He’s worked so fucking hard for this and deserves all the opportunities coming his way, but I can’t stand being alone here anymore. It’s time to accept  that we aren’t good together anymore. But for some reason something in me says to stay. For him. One last time.

I let out a deep, shaky breath and nod my head in compliance. I look up at Shawn as he nods back at me, his face hopeful that maybe he can change my mind, but the decision is final. I get up from the chair pulling up his old t-shirt to keep it from falling off my shoulders. I slip off my pants and pull back the duvet hopping into bed. I watch Shawn as he slips out of his grey t-shirt and black jeans to climb into bed next to me. He lays his head on the pillow as his brown eyes search for the blue in mine. He’s empty, and I’m the reason for it. I hate this I really fucking do, but how can two people stay together when the happiness is gone?

He tries to be strong, sending me a soft smile and wraps his arms around me as I burry myself into his chest. He pulls me tight against him, leaving a warm, lingering kiss on my forehead saying goodnight and then, it’s silent. The both of us hanging onto this moment. Knowing this is the last time I’ll ever lay next to him. I always loved falling asleep in Shawn’s arms. It felt so safe, so right to me. Like the world could be crashing around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Because he would be there to hold me and help me face whatever problem was coming our way. But not now, this is something he can’t fix.

I can tell Shawn is now asleep by the soft snores coming from his mouth. I look up and my heart skips a beat. He looks adorable, his brown curls a mess and his mouth slightly parted, cheeks flushed. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I slide my fingers across his jawline and leave a soft kiss. My eyes wander to his nose, watching the cute way his nostrils flare as he breathes. The first night I ever slept over at his place, I caught myself watching him sleep just like now. I fell in love with the simplicity of it. So pure and innocent. His crinkled nose, his skin covered in sleep lines from where he’s been in a deep sleep. And no matter how often he would toss and turn in his sleep, his arm always remained across my body, holding me. Admiring the sweet sight in front of me, my chest tightens at the thought of leaving him. I can’t bare to see his face in the morning, broken and distraught. He’ll try and get me to change my mind, and I’m afraid I’ll give in. I’ll decide to stay and be right back where I am now, coming home everyday trying to mask the pain and emptiness. I could stay and try to work this out one more time for the sake of us. We have so many memories together, and they are all so hard to let go of. I mean, how could I just let go of us and everything we’ve been through? The only problem is, we haven’t been us in a long time, and I don’t think we will ever get back there. Walking away from our relationship is not something I ever wanted to do. This day would never have come if he would have been there the way I needed him to.

With that, I let out a strangled breath and I pull back the covers, letting my feet hit the cold floor as I walk over to the closet and pull out my large duffle bag. I begin packing my drawer that Shawn had cleared for me in his dresser a few months back. This was a hard for him to do, considering his clothes take up so much damn room. He spent the day before rearranging all his clothes around just so I would have room for my things. The day he showed it to me, the gift of the drawer was also followed with a key to his place. It was a big step in our relationship, but we were so excited for what that change would bring us. Two kids, desperately falling for one another.

I walk into the bathroom to collect some of my toiletries. Looking over at the walk-in shower, I can’t help but giggle to myself in reminiscence. Every morning before work, Shawn would take a quick shower while I sat on our sink and did my hair and makeup. He would sing different melodies he had been working on because he knew I loved to listen to him. Sometimes he would sing off key on purpose because he loved to make me laugh. And one morning I was walking past the shower to grab my makeup bag from my purse and he pulled me into the shower with him, soaking the shirt I was wearing, but I didn’t mind. We just laughed as he held me against him, leaving wet kisses all over my face as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it never worked I just continued to chuckle at how silly he was. So in love, nothing else mattered but us in that very moment. I zip my bag and quietly tip-toe around the room, careful not to wake Shawn.

I walk around the condo, making sure I haven’t left anything behind when I see it. The photo of us on Christmas Eve last year, the day he told me he loved me. We were outside his parent’s house drinking hot chocolate, my head in his lap and his fingers ran through my hair. We sat out there cuddled close to one another for hours having meaningless conversation. I looked up to see him grinning like an idiot and I reached up to boop his nose making him let out a soft laugh. After asking him why he was smiling, the words just fell out making my heart burst. He was perfect, everything I wanted. This Christmas Eve was different. Shawn was in Japan doing an album promo, and I was at my parent’s house helping them wrap presents for our other family members. I only heard from him once that day, and it was a quick have a good holiday, then nothing. Like we were acquaintance. Like the I love you meant nothing to him now.

I walk down the hall into our room for the last time, staring down at a tired Shawn still sound asleep. I lean down and give his forehead one last kiss, wiping the tear from his cheek that had fallen before I turn and head for the door. I’ll miss this apartment and him. The laughs, the memories, the tears everything. Our love was built here and slowly faded here. I turn around taking one last look at the condo as I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. We had so many great things, but I know this for the best. I grab my bag off the floor as I turn the knob. Never looking back.

Shawn’s POV 

It’s been a month since I woke to the sound of the door closing. Looking over in disbelief at the sheets on her side of the bed that were pulled back. I remember pulling myself from bed, praying this is all a horrible nightmare. Walking around the barren condo, seeing that all of her things were no longer in their place, her drawer empty. She was gone and it was my fault. I got so caught up in work, and I fucked up. I loved her but I could have shown more to her, for her. I pushed her to her limits and I hate myself for it. I was lying to myself, saying the tough times would pass. Telling myself we were still happy—that we were just going through a rough patch with me not being home as much, but I was wrong. She was broken, a girl who used to have so much happiness burning inside her. Happiness that I burned out.

The empty feeling in my chest comes and goes. Keeping myself busy in my music helps even if all of it is about her. Being in a new condo, even better. I know I’m stronger at all the places her leaving broke me. But some days, after all the work has been done, and the clutter of the day has been cleared, I still find her in the back of my mind. Sometimes I play the old videos on my phone of her dancing and singing in the kitchen, just to hear her soft voice. I’m afraid I’m going to forget just how gorgeous that sound is, for the most beautiful moments always seem to accelerate and slip beyond our grasp just when we want to hold onto them for as long as possible.


Secret admirer!Hoseok

Part 10

Scenario [at the warehouse]:

[A/N]: This part is a bit shorter than the others, but it also includes a scenario! I’m already working on the next part, so keep it up, and I hope you’ll enjoy this too even though it’s probably not as happy as the other ones~ (But we believe in Namjoon and hopefully he will bring our sun back!!!)

You rushed out from the house with a fast ‘I’ll be back soon!’. You knew that probably you’ll be in trouble if you got back home, but you didn’t have time to think about it. The only thing, better said; the only person you worried about was Jung Hoseok. Running along the street you felt your heart beat in your throat; it was burning and a bit painful. It lasted a few minutes to get there, but as the building appeared in the distance, you finally breathed out loudly. You pulled out your phone from your pocket to see a thousand of messages from Hoseok. Not caring about it you immediately called him. Your chest becomes lighter from the relief when he picked it up.

“I’m here, where are you? Are you okay?” you panted as you slowed your steps down when you approached the warehouse.

“Sunshine, please go home. I don’t want you to see me…” his voice was so weak.

“I’m not going anywhere!” you said firmly. He sighed.


“I don’t care, who you are, Jung Hoseok! I don’t care about this secret admirer thing and revealing your identity anymore! The only thing I want right now is you being alright and healthy!” your voice cracked as you formed the words a bit louder than you intended to.

“Believe me, I’m the only person who doesn’t care about anything until I have you happy. And that’s the reason I don’t want you to see me like this; because I’m pitiful. I don’t want you to look at me, when I’m this weak and injured. I want you to see me as your Hope and Sunflower, not as a lame guy who isn’t even able to make his admired one smile.” you could hear soft hissings as he spoke. You knew he was in pain.

“Idiot!” you huffed. “Just let me help you, and after that you can grin at me as long as you want, because I won’t let you do anything stupid like this anymore.”

“Please go home and wait for Namjoon to come.”

“Why are you so stubborn?” you sighed. By this time you were in the big room full of boxes. You looked around to search for him, but you saw nobody. Not thinking twice, you rushed into the smaller room that he used for dancing. When you were here at first, you didn’t even noticed how well-furnished the place was; nicely painted walls, bright parquet on the floor. It had even a couch to sit on, not mentioning the big mirrors attached to the huge cupboards. “Are you here?” it wasn’t even a second you spoke, a muffled bumping noise could be heard. “Hoseok…” you frowned as you looked toward the direction it came from. “Are you behind the mirror?”

“Please don’t come here.”


“[Y/N]” he said your name slowly. It was the first time he called you on your name, and it made you shiver. He was serious. “Please go home. I’ll be alright, I promise.”

You stood there for a few second as you took your time to process all that he said when a rushing noise made you jump. You turned over to see a panting Namjoon leaning on his knees.

“[Y/N]!” he exclaimed and immediately ran to you. “Thanks god, you’re here! Where’s he?”

You didn’t answered, just looked at the mirror with a broken look. He understood; he understood where he was and why he was there. The only thing that left his lips was a big sigh before he gazed back at you with a look you knew what meant. You slightly nodded.

“Please take a good care of him. I’m heading home” you formed the words softly. You felt your chest burn as they left your mouth.

“He’ll be in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll bring your Sun back!” he tried to cheer you up as he patted your shoulder gently.

“Thank you, Namjoon” you turned around to leave the room and the whole building. You didn’t even put your legs outside, you could hear a relieved and smiling voice on the other side of the phone.

“Thank You, Sunshine.” with that the call ended, and you were on the fresh air. A shiver went down on your spine as the cold wind touched your flushed cheeks. Taking a deep breath you began to walk on the long road, straight home. After you left the building way behind, you couldn’t resist look back. You felt a tug at your heart. In the distance you could see the shape of the two boys; Hoseok leaning on Namjoon as he couldn’t even stand on his left foot. He only dragged himself along the street to the opposite direction you were walking to.

“Please, be careful” you whispered in the air as you turned your head back and continued walking forward.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Misdial

now that authors have been revealed i can finally post my spring exchange fic!

this is a chlonette story that i wrote for @megatraven ​ based on her chlonette bullet point fic (which you should totally read btw). i always love and excuse to write chlonette, so i hope you all enjoy it :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Misdial

Summary: When Chloe wakes up in the middle of the night, she desperately tries to call Sabrina to help her get back to sleep.

She misdials and calls Marinette instead.


Chloe needs to hear Sabrina’s voice.

Her eyes feel heavy with the pressure of tears she’s forcing herself to swallow back, and she can hear herself pulling lungfuls of air into her chest while she yanks her phone off the charger. Her fingers are shaking so terribly it takes her four tries to correctly type her pass code, but she sees Sabrina’s name on her recent calls list and her thumb mashes down on the screen.

She presses the phone tightly to her ear and rocks back and forth on the bed as it rings once, twice, three times. Chloe thinks it must be at least two in the morning, and she knows that Sabrina isn’t ever up this late. She tends to sleep through phone calls in the middle of the night, and Chloe is prepared for the sound of her voicemail and the crippling resignation that’ll come when she’ll have to get through this alone. Chloe bites down on her lip and nods to herself. That’s okay. Sabrina needs her sleep. She understands.

Chloe’s about to give up when the sixth ring is cut off and the line picks up on the other end. She doesn’t waste time with greetings or apologies. The words are already tripping out of her mouth.

“I-I had it again,” she chokes out, her voice thick with tears. “It was the same dream again but a hundred times worse, and I woke up with my heart in my throat and there was no one around and I panicked. I-It felt really real this time, Sabrina, and I was all alone and I couldn’t hear anyone or see anyone and I feel like I’m about to throw up a-and I just…..I just, I don’t know what to do and I’m too scared to go back to sleep, please , I can’t calm down and everything feels so wrong!”

The panic in her voice is starting to make her hyperventilate, so she stops and places a hand over her mouth so she can breathe in through her nose, just like Sabrina taught her the first time she called her in the middle of the night. Chloe’s heart is still racing, as if her body still thinks she’s in danger, and she’s patiently waiting for Sabrina to respond so that she can finally relax.

She hears a voice on the other end — one filled with worry, words slurring together out of exhaustion — but Chloe freezes up in horror when she realizes that it isn’t Sabrina’s.

“Um….wha’s wrong now?”

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anonymous asked:

Hello dear, could you do a Draco Malfoy imagine where his wife gave birth to twins ( boy and girl) and his parents come to visit them. They are really happy about being grandparents and please have a special moment with the babys and Draco, and with the reader and Narcissa . Thank you 💙💙💙

Yes! Yes-yes-yes! Have I mentioned ‘yes’? It is a bloody brilliant idea! YES!

[I called the kids Arial and Scorpius]

And I have no idea what I did. But it does sound nice for me.

Name: My little Malfoys

“Y/N, dear,” Narcissa walks into the kids’ room and smiles at you, as you stand by a window holding your son. “Hi. Draco said you were trying to lull the little ones.”

“Oh, only Scorpius. He does not like staying quiet,” you smile, as Narcissa walks up to you and hugs you, gently kissing you on forehead. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Oh, yes,” she carefully takes Scorpius from your hands and rests his head on her elbow, murmuring something very sweet. “Hello beautiful.”

“Does he look a lot like Draco when he was a kid?” you ask her, as you sit down on the couch, Scorpius making annoying, yet sweet sounds.

“Oh yes,” Narcissa smiles, stroking his soft skin. “Not as loud though.”

“So Draco was loud? He says he always was a sweet quiet child,” you lean back, as Narcissa takes your hand and squeezes it slightly.

“I suppose, the two kids are loud enough,” you both smile, quite happy that Arial is asleep in her little cradle. Scorpius starts whimpering, and, as you are about to take him back, Narcissa quickly calms him down. You sigh with relief, and Narcissa looks at you a little suspiciously. “Are you happy, dear?”

“Yeah,” you grin, taking Scorpius’ tiny hand and stroking little fingers. “I am. Exhausted, but… Yeah, I am very happy. Double happy, if I may.”

“You have no idea how happy I am, Y/N,” Narcissa tells you, smiling at Scorpius with so much kindness, you stop wondering how Draco ended up being such a gentle man (at home). “Lucius and I… We have always dreamed of grandkids. And we got two at the same time.”

“Hey,” Draco walks in the room, holding a glass of wine which he hands his mother, then sits down next to you and plants a short kiss on your cheek. “Missed me?”

“You bet,” you turn your head and quickly kiss him. “How is your father?”

“Right,” he grins and turns to his mother. “He got a letter from Director and has to go to the Ministry as soon as possible. He said he would come and say hi to the little Malfoys, but probably then he won’t get out of here until tomorrow morning,” Narcissa sighs and carefully gives you Scorpius. “Sorry, mom. I know that you wanted to spend more time with these little devils.”

“I can still come at some point,” Narcissa smiles at you, strokes Ariel’s forehead, and quickly leaves, hurrying to not make Lucius wait for too long. After the war, Lucius got better, but Azkaban really hurt him mentally, so the man often had anxiety attacks, and you were doing your best to help him.

“How are my Malfoys doing?” he smiles, resting your head on his shoulder. You grin.

“Quite quiet,” you tell him, and a second later, Ariel wakes up. He giggles, as you hand him Scorpius and head to the cradle to pick the girl up. “Hey, Ariel. Why are you upset, sunshine?”

“She just misses her father,” you hear Draco’s comment, so you just return and sit down next to him, murmuring something, as Ariel keeps looking around, as if wondering what is going on. “Oh, come here,” Draco carefully takes her from your hands and gently kisses the tiny nose. “Aren’t you beautiful?” Ariel sneezes.

“Who knew you are such a sweet father?” you ask, trying not to smile.

“You did,” Draco grins, holding both of your kids on his hands, smiling like an idiot. You stay quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the kids breathe, then Draco turns his head to you, pressing his lips against your temple. “Y/N?”


“I know that we don’t sleep a lot now because of two kids, but…” he looks you straight in the eye, as you turn your head to face him. “I love you so much, Y/N. These kids… Scorpius and Ariel… My… Our kids… They make me… very happy.”

“And sleepy,” you add, smiling, as you lean forward and slowly kiss him. Draco grins and kisses you back, resting his fingertip on Ariel’s palm. “I love you, too.”

“She will be the most stunning girl of them all, huh?” he asks quietly, staring your daughter’s face. You smile and nod.

“No doubt… And she will have a twin brother to take care of her when she starts dating,” you see how Draco frowns, not ready to accept that this small ball of happiness will belong to someone else, so you laugh quietly. “I am kidding, Draco. It won’t happen soon. For some time, she will be running around here and throwing food around, as she doesn’t like it.”

“You know,” he adds after a short period of comfortable silence. “I am so… grateful… that Potter killed that moron,” you realize that you are discussing Voldemort. “If it wasn’t him, these two would not be safe. Or born.”

“Because you wouldn’t ever walk up to a muggleborn if you had his eyes on your back,” you nod, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Harry did a great job.”

“True… You think it will be wrong to make him a god-father of Ariel?” Draco asks suddenly. Obviously, he’s been thinking about it for some time now, but he must have really considered other options if he offers he ex-worst enemy. “She will be safe, as no one will go against Potter the great,” you both grin.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” you answer, closing your eyes.

“I will talk to him,” adds Draco. “We’ve been working for quite a while, and I hope that he will understand that she is… so beautiful.”

“I am sure he will.”

million years // zach herron

 request: flustered!big crush on you zach please

this was a lot of fun to write! it’s such a cute concept and thinking about zach getting all nervous and embarrassed around you and nhuewhfewhfweh it’s so frickin cute agh. i hope you guys enjoy!

triggers: none i think

she’s so beautiful.

a thought that entered zach’s head every single time he laid eyes on her. from the way her hips swayed when she walked to the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

she was perfect in his eyes.

her hair, her eyes, her body, her personality. everything was absolutely, 100%, perfect. he wanted her to be his more than anything in the whole world.

but he never stood a chance. y/n was stuck in her own world, and with her being jonah’s favorite cousin, well, zach was screwed.

he was hopelessly in love.

his lungs stopped working whenever she walked by, his already rosy cheeks became an even deeper shade of crimson when she said hello. his words caught in his throat when he even tried to say hello back.

and there he was, sitting almost three feet away from her, his hands clammy as he stared at her longingly. y/n was undoubtedly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“zach,” jack tried to get the younger boy’s attention, but to no avail. “zach!” jack practically yelled in his face, finally succeeding in grabbing his attention.

“w-what?” zach fumbled over his words, still in his daydream world about y/n.

“bro, if you want to stare at y/n, at least try and make it less obvious. you’re practically drooling on yourself, and she’s right there,” jack whispered, making zach choke on air.

he sighed heavily, running a hand nervously through his hair. “am i that obvious?” he whispered back.

“basically, it’s like your eyes actually form little hearts when you look at her,” he snorted. zach nearly groaned out loud. could he be any more stupid?

“hey, if it means anything, i don’t think she’s noticed. and plus, she likes you back,” jack commented quickly, but zach heard his words. and he had nearly choked once again.

“wait what?” he managed to say. jack laughed and patted his back.

“yeah dude, she likes you too. she told me last week,” jack said casually. but zach was anything but casual. his heart began racing a million miles an hour, sending his mind into a frenzy.

she liked him back. the girl he had been pathetically crushing on for nearly a year liked him back.

“s-should i tell her? that i like her i mean,” zach’s eyes drifted over to y/n again, who was talking animatedly to daniel. her arms gestured wildly about as she was telling her story, her eyes sparkling.

“yeah, make your move dude. i am 100% sure she likes you as much as you like her,” jack told him, boosting up his confidence.

“alright, i’m gonna do it,” zach stood up and walked over to y/n with clammy hands. she sat there looking beautiful as ever, now alone because daniel had excused himself to go to the bathroom.

“hi, uh, y/n, can we talk for a little bit?” zach stammered, a crimson color beign painted on his cheeks. y/n looked up at him shocked for a moment, before her cheeks heated up as well.

“yeah of course,” she stood up, leading the way to the backyard. they sat together on a lounger outside, the warm la sun washing down on their faces.

his heart raced as he played with his fingers, trying to put his feelings into words. “y/n, i-i really like you. a lot. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and i understand if you don’t return these feelings but i thought you should just know in case you do and-” he couldn’t bring himself to look at her expression, fearing it would be a look of disgust.

she laughed lightly, cutting off his incessant ramblings. “zach, hey, listen. i like you too,” he stopped immediately, looking at her in shock.

“y-you do?” he managed to sputter out, making her laugh once again.

“yes you adorable idiot, i like you too.” she remarked, causing zach’s face to heat up even further than it was before. a wide grin spread across his face. she liked him back.

“so since we like each other, would you be okay with me kissing you? if you’re uncomfortable that’s fine but-”

“yes zach, i would love it if you kissed me,” he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. she sighed happily as she kissed back, relaxing into the kiss. zach’s hand went up to cup her cheek, the feeling of her silky lips on his was practically heaven.

they broke apart, breathing heavily as they stared adoringly into each other’s eyes. but their moment was quickly ended when loud cheers rang through the space, and the pair looked to see the rest of the band run outside to where they sat.

“i told you she liked you,” jack smirked at zach cockily. he brought zach into a hug and ruffled his hair, causing the younger boy the groan and place his locks into their former position.

“zach,” jonah spoke up, causing him to freeze up. “you better not hurt my cousin,” he said sternly. zach took y/n under his arm and kissed her cheek, making her cheeks flame up.

“never in a million years.”

(Edmund Pevensie x Reader): I thought you hated me

modern!Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Summary: Hate to love relationship

A/N: Chronicles of Narnia is so lit tbh and I always had a crush on Edmund so whoops this happened. (apologies for spelling and grammar)

Edmund Pevensie was a dick.

You’d thought so ever since you’d first met. On the first day of your History class he demanded that you get out of “his seat”. Apparently he’d sat in the seat the year before or something. You’d refused and that forced him to sit in the seat behind you which was a HUGE MISTAKE because he made your class a living hell every day as some sort of fucked up payback.

Throughout the year he had done everything he could to distract you, pass you stupid notes, stick things in your hair, kick the back of your desk, once he even started doodling on the back of your shirt. 

It was the last day of the school year and you decided that you weren’t going to take it anymore.

“Edmund Pevensie. I swear to god, if you so much as breathe on me today I will rip you a new one.” You told him as you sat down and slumped forward in your desk. You’d had a long night, spent it all studying for the final exam and you refused to take any shit from Pevensie, you were determined to ace this course.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Edmund muttered.

“Excuse me?” You hissed, whipping around, “You’ve made this entire year a living shit for me every single day. I just want to focus on this final, please leave me alone.”

“(L/N), I was just messing around. I thought you knew I’ve just been joking.” He replied, lifting his hands up in mock surrender.

“You didn’t just do all of that because I stole your spot?” You asked.

“Maybe at first, but I was just trying to get your attention.” He admitted.



And with that the bell rang and you had no other choice but to turn back around and take the final. After it was over you left the classroom and waited outside for Edmund. 

“Well?” You ask as he came out of the room.

 “Well, what?” he asks as he slowly walks towards you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t play dumb. Why did you spend all year bugging me?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh…Because I uh- I like you.” He mumbles quietly as he shuffles his feet.

“You’re joking,” You reply, not believe him for a second, “Is this just some trick so that you can jokingly ask me out?” You ask skeptically.

“What? No!” He replies, his head jerking up to look at you.

“You actually like me?” You ask, wanting him to confirm it just one last time.

He scoffs, “Yes, now can you please stop yelling it, people are starting to look.” He adds, glancing over at some of the people nearby who glanced over.

“Edmund Pevensie likes ME.” You mutter, chuckling .

“You laughing about it doesn’t make me feel better.” He points out.

“Sorry! It’s just kind of weird, I thought you hated me.” You explain. 

“Well I obviously didn’t.” He retaliates.

“So?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What?” He asks, confused.

“Are you going to ask me out or are just stand there like an idiot?” You ask, a small smile creeping across your face.

“Wait you-?” You sigh and nod, “Would you like to go grab some coffee?” He asks, grinning slightly.

“Only if you’re paying,” You reply.

“I think I can do that,” He shoots back as you start walking out the building.

anonymous asked:

Will you please do a "something to prove" Pt. 2? I absolutely loved it!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader ; Pepper Potts x Tony Stark (mentioned) ; Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (mentioned)
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: /
Previous: 1

Summary: The Avengers return from the mission. Tony finds out about Peter and you.

A/N: thaaanks, darling! <33 I was gonna do a second part anyways, but your request made me write it a lot sooner, than I originally would have, so here you go! (also, beware, third part in the makings)


The mission had been a total success.

No casualties and no injuries for any of the Avengers.

They rarely had missions like this one, so everyone was in a good mood, when flying back home.

But Tony noticed that ONE Avenger, was almost ecstatic with happiness.

He sat down across from Peter, who was grinning at his phone.

“I know that face. Steve has that face when he texts Bucky,” Tony glanced at Steve, a smug smile on his face. Steve tried his best to ignore him, despite the fact that he had DEFINITELY heard him say it. “New girlfriend, then?”

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Tease (m)

Word Count: 3,613

Warning: Jungkook Smut

“Please, Y/N. Just one more time,” he begs, and that’s the only trigger you really needed.
You groan, opening the door fully so he can come in. He doesn’t get a chance to do that himself, though, for you grab him by his tshirt and pull him inside instead. You lean into the wall, pulling him closer to you. “One more time? You fucking liar,” you sneer before throwing your hands around his neck to kiss him.
He isn’t prepared for the moment your lips collide, making him gasp so that you can move your tongue in. That in turn makes him put your hands on your face with force, almost hurting you with how tightly he holds your wrists.
“God, I missed this,” he mumbles, looking you in the eyes as if he’s never longed for anything this badly. 

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Just the Way I Like ((Fred Weasley x Reader))

summary: fred tries to show y/n the beautiful things about herself that she can’t see

requested: hello. if you’re not too busy, i was wondering if you could do #12 with fred weasley and the reader. the situation could be something like he finds her on the common room couch in a state of sadness late at night and he starts listing loads of stuff he likes about her. fluff because fluff is greatness and sorry if it’s a lot. also your other fics are just the best and made me laugh. thanks xx

(^ thank you!! you’re the sweetest)

warings: sad!reader, swearing, mostly just fluff

pairing: fred x reader

prompt(s): 12// “I’m not perfect.” “I don’t see anything I don’t like about you.”

a/n: this is very short and sweet but I really like it- only because I’m probably the sappiest person you know

- quick additional note, I hope you all know you can come to me when you’re feeling down, because not only will I probably have a 10/10 playlist to recommend to you but I also give exceptional advice so, offers there :)


   You’re trapped. See it’s far later into the night than you should be awake, but you can’t sleep because you can’t stop thinking and you can’t escape your thinking because you can’t sleep. Nights are the only thing that can get you like this, and you can’t take another second of staring at your ceiling so you get up. 

    You don’t know exactly where you’re going until you’ve plopped down on the common room couch. You look around, feeling quite small now that you were in a large room alone. You never realized how lonely the common room could be if you were alone in it. You felt kind of ridiculous: moping over you didn’t even know what by yourself. Being upset and not knowing why was something you found endlessly frustrating because you didn’t like feeling hopeless. You wondered if you were going to stay here all night. 

      “Y/N? Boy am I glad you’re up, you wouldn’t believe what George-” Fred trails off when he sees your expression. “What’s wrong?”

   You flush trying to put a normal expression on your face. “Nothing. What’d George do?”

   Fred frowns. “Y/N, really. What’s wrong?” he sits next to you. He reaches his hand out, interlacing your fingers somewhat cautiously. “You know you can tell me. I know it’s hard to talk about feelings but I get them too. I’m here.”

    You give him a wry smile. “I know. And I would tell you Fred, I just… don’t know. I feel like shit and I don’t know why which just makes me feel like an idiot… and I don’t like talking about it.”

   “Well, I’ll have you know, you acting like an idiot is one of my favorite things.” he gives you a goofy smile. 

    “Fred.” you frown.

     “ You know I’m joking. You’re not an idiot, y/n. Far from it. You’re the smartest, most talented person I know.” he looks at you. “And that’s saying a lot, because I know me.”

     You can’t help but grin, tugging at your intertwined fingers. “Come here.” He complies, sliding closer to you on the couch, and shifting you so that your head’s resting in his lap.  

      “You’re also gorgeous. Did I mention that bit?” he starts playing around with your hair, fingers massaging your scalp in a way makes your eyes flutter closed. “Whenever I see you I want to rub my eyes and pinch myself like those dumb movie scenes because there’s really no way someone as stunning as you can be real.”

     You smile. “Go on.”

    “You’re ridiculously generous and forgiving. Seriously, it’s almost too much at times, because people hardly ever deserve it. People take advantage of how giving your are, and frankly I wouldn’t mind introducing them to a few puking pastels if you know what I mean-not that I will.” he adds taking in your scolding look.

    “I love how accepting and loyal you are. Honestly, I think you’re the kind of person that you could call to help you with anything, no questions asked. You’re also very stubborn, which some people might find annoying but I think it’s incredible to watch you fight for what you care about. You’re so fierce and powerful, all while hiding in this shy quiet shell. You surprise the hell out of people. You surprise the hell out of me. Every day. And you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.” he smiles softly at you. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect.” you protest, squinting open your eyes at him. 

“I don’t see anything I don’t like about you.”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. “Fred..” you trail off, wondering if this was him trying to make his best friend feel better, or him confessing feelings to you. He’s never clear about stuff like that. 

You’re just going to have to be clear enough for the both of you you guess. You sit up slightly, just enough so that your face was near his, near enough that’d you’d be able to feel his breath fan across your face if he wasn’t holding it. His eyes are pretty as they flick across your face, seeming to not be able to decide whether they should focus on your lips or eyes. 

And then you kiss him. His lips are soft and eager and slightly chapped against yours, and his hands are in no hurry as they move down to rest on the rest on the sides of your face. He tugs you closer, like you aren’t already so close together that it’s limiting your breathing. And then he breaks away, placing a sloppy dramatic kiss on your cheek that makes you laugh. “I like you very much, y/n y/l.”

“Fred Weasley, I like you very much more.”

masterlist | requests | prompts

requests are open so pleeeeeease don’t be shy of requesting if you have any ideas!! (you definitely don’t have to just use the prompt list :) request whatever you want)

RFA+Saeran Doing Their Lover's Makeup For The First Time

I’m so sorry it took me this long to write this. I explained my writing hiatus in a previous post, but I still don’t think it’s any excuse *sweatdrops* please forgive me, and enjoy!

*****I am on mobile so I had a LOT of technical difficulties, this was originally a request but Tumblr decided to fuck me and ahdbdbdndnd this took hours but here you guys go*****

- It was just another lazy day, with MC laying across Yoosung’s lap on the couch watching some kdrama

- Yoosung’s fingers would be tangled in MC’s hair as he played with their locks.

- Neither of them were paying attention to the TV. MC was staring at the ceiling and Yoosung was just calmly watching MC’s chest rise and fall as they breathed

- “Jagiya, is there anything you want to do? I’ve seen this entire show several times, I’m boooored” Yoosung would whine

- MC closed their eyes, thinking

- “Do you want to do my makeup?”

- Yoosung would be a bit taken aback. Hair, he had experience with, but makeup?

- “ A-are you sure? You’re not worried I’ll mess up your face or hurt you?”

- “Yoosung, you’re putting makeup on me, not performing surgery”

- MC ran to their shared bedroom and came back with a box full of makeup and a grin on their face

- This poor boy had no clue what he was doing

- “This is lipstick, r-right?”

- “….. Yoosung that’s mascara”

- Yoosung tried his best, gently caressing MC’s face the whole time, trying not to poke them or smear anything

- “S-stop giggling so much! You’re gonna make me get it on your nose!”

- When he was done, MC didn’t look too bad.

- (MC thought they looked like a raccoon on LSD but Yoosung didn’t need to know that)

- “I think I’d like to try this again, so I can get better!”

- Yoosung looked so proud and excited MC agreed

- MC eventually got her revenge though

- MC was sitting on their bed, scrolling through Tumblr on their laptop

- They had found a Zen fanpage, filled with gifs from interviews and movies

- MC came across an image of Zen getting his makeup done. Naturally, he looked flawless while doing so.

- Zen, who was sitting across the bed, received a pillow smacked directly to his face

- “MC what was that for?!” As he scrambled to get back on the bed after being knocked off

- “For being extremely rude, who gave you the right to look so good?” MC huffed

- Zen looked over at the image, laughing “I can’t help it, I was just born with good looks”

- Staring at the image, he suddenly had an idea

- “MC would you let me do your makeup?”

- Zen didn’t have much in the way Of makeup because he rarely used it, but he definitely knew how to apply it

- Like Yoosung, he would be extra careful, his skilled hands dancing across MC’s face

- Zen would go for a glamorous look, with champagne tones and ombre lips

- “MC you have such good skin, you barely need anything at all”

- He would praise and compliment MC the whole time

- As often as they were intimate, this was the first time he really noticed the soft curve of MC’s lips

- Or the shape of their eyes

- Once or twice MC would have to get Zen’s attention as he spaced out

- When he was done, both Zen and MC would be impressed by his work

- “You look nothing short of an idol, Jagiya” he grinned

- He reminded himself to get MC to do a photoshoot with him sometime

Jaehee (gayhee amirite)
- It was one of Jaehee’s rare days off, thanks to Jumin leaving the country on vacation

- She relaxed with MC in their kitchen early in the morning, making coffee for the both of them

- Neither of them had anything planned, they were just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company

- Jaehee handed MC their coffee, giggling at the smeared makeup around their eyes from the day before

- “If you keep leaving your makeup on like this you’ll get breakouts” as she wiped a stray streak of eyeliner away

- “I was too tired to wipe it off” MC grumbled

- MC watched Jaehee’s eyes move across their face as she tried to fix MC’s mess of a face

- “Jaehee, would you like to do my makeup?” MC hummed

- “M-me? You would trust me to do that?”

- Jaehee never had anyone to practice makeup on before. Sure, she does her own, but she just never had that kind of bonding experience with another person

- MC nodded, and Jaehee smiled excitedly as she dragged MC to their bedroom

- Jaehee wasn’t a makeup expert, but we still knew what she was doing

- She went for a more natural look, wanting to accentuate MC’s features rather than weighing them down with dark colors

- Jaehee admired MC’s eyes as she applied slightly shimmery shadow with not-too-dark eyeliner

- She also got distracted while applying nude lipstick

- MC took the opportunity to kiss Jaehee on the lips, transferring the lipstick onto her mouth as well

- “M-MC!” Jaehee exclaimed, surprised

- Jaehee would blush furiously as MC smirked triumphantly

- The rest of the makeover would compose of MC continuously teasing Jaehee

- Nevertheless Jaehee loved the entire experience, and always asked MC to let her do their makeup from then on

- Jumin never really cared for women who wore a lot of makeup

- Scantily-clad women with caked on faces were his father’s type

- Of course, he didn’t mind MC wearing makeup. He always bought the best brands, making sure nothing would irritate her skin or give her any bad reactions

- One day in their livingroom, the topic came up

- “I sincerely do not understand why women feel the need to paint their faces in order to look presentable. In fact, it typically contradicts the whole purpose.”

- “Well, sometimes women just want to look nice. True, some girls overdo it but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spruce up once in a while.” MC shrugged, petting Elizabeth

- Jumin genuinely didn’t see the appeal, if a woman wanted to apear attractive shouldn’t her actions speak louder than her looks?

- “I think that’s more objective.”

- MC understood where he was coming from, but they still tried to think of how to change his mind about makeup

- MC shot up, running to their room leaving a slightly startled Jumin behind

- As MC brought back their makeup case, Jumin held a perplexed expression

- MC placed the box in Jumin’s hands. “I want you to do my makeup.”

- “Why? I see no need for you to wear it.”

- “That’s nice of you and all, but I want to show you how makeup can be a positive thing.”

- Jumin wanted to refuse, but he couldn’t resist MC’s puppy-eyed look

- He didn’t know what he was doing, but he had seen some of his father’s dates apply makeup before so he tried to copy what they were doing

- He picked out the tones that he thought complimented MC’s eyes best, and carefully applied it

- Jumin was a bit hesitant to apply eyeliner in fear of poking MC, but MC guided him through it just fine

- “I rather like this tone, it suits your eye color well.” he admitted

- He looked down at MC when he was done, their glistening eyes and plump lips catching his eyes

- “I think I am beginning to understand the appeal” he muttered, admiring the shimmering color of MC’s lips, the slight rosy tint on their cheeks

- Although that could have just been MC blushing

*hehe oops this is where I accidentally posted without finishing it but I edited it so it is now finished. I am a bad author lol*

- MC was casually watching their favorite anime on their laptop while Seven slaved away at his desk

- Well, actually Seven had quit working about an hour ago after being distracted by some YouTube videos of cats, but MC didn’t have to know that

-MC was too invested in anime to scold him anyways

- Seven distractedly clicked video after video, and he eventually ended up watching some Harley Quinn makeup tutorial

- He didn’t particularly care about makeup, but he was so bored he’d watch anything

- After the tutorial was over, he suddenly had an idea

- Seven stood up, walking over to the stretched-out MC and proceeded to lay across their body, blocking MC’s view of the laptop

- “MC I need attention.”

- “Saeyoung if this is about getting a pet tiger I already told you-”

- “Not this time.” He sat up, leaning in towards MC. “ I want to do your makeup.”

- MC was surprised. “Where did that request come from?”

- “Boredom and about half of a case of Phd.Pepper”

- MC cautiously handed Seven their box of makeup, a bit worried of what was about to ensue

- Seven immediately took out MC’s eyeshadows, deciding to follow the tutorial he had watched earlier

- The whole time, he insisted on MC keeping their eyes closed, much to MC’s worry

- “You’re making me look like a tiger aren’t you, I knew this was your form of payback-”

- “Just relax, Jagi, I’ll be done in a bit”

- Seven had skilled, steady hands as he delicately worked on MC’s face as if he were making a piece of artwork

- After he had finished skillfully smudging one side of MC’s lipstick, he handed them a mirror

- “Wow. Have you ever considered cosplay?” MC was impressed while Seven grinned like a idiot

- “I told you you can trust me Jagi.”

- MC’s smile halted as they looked at Seven suspiciously. “…. Saeyoung you haven’t done any work, have you?”

- Saeran had done his fair share of makeup

- He had always managed to skillfully smudge eyeliner around his eyes while still appearing masculine. He was fine if he had to go without it, but he still preferred just a little bit

- One day he was rummaging around in MC’s makeup, looking at the wide array of colors and hues that they had collected

- He didn’t even know what half of those brushes were for

- MC walked in on Saeran looking at the back of one of their pallets. “Whatcha doing?”

- Saeran jumped a bit, startled. He sighed upon realizing it was MC.

- “Just looking. Why do you have so many colors when you don’t use half of them?”

- MC shrugged. “I have them just to have them, I guess. I’ve never had the occasion to use most of them.”

- Saeran nodded, going back to looking at the pallet.

- MC leaned in. “Do you… want to do my makeup?” They asked.

- Saeran looked a little surprised, but was happy to do so nonetheless. “Of course.”

- Once he actually had the makeup in his hand, he became a nervous wreck.

- He was constantly apologising at every small bit of eyeshadow dust or pigment that fell onto her cheeks

- The poor guy was so worried about messing up that he became shakier than he originally was, making a bigger mess

- He flinched when MC blinked, getting eyeliner on their cheek and becoming extremely flustered

- “MC I-I’m so sorry let me fix it-”

- MC put their hand on his shaking one, smiling tenderly. “It’s just makeup, Saeran. It’ll wipe off.”

- MC let Saeran use a makeup wipe to clean their face. He softly wiped their cheek, taking extra care as if MC would break otherwise.

- MC looks in his eyes. “Just pretend you’re putting makeup on yourself. If you mess up, its not the end of the world.”

- After that, Saeran was less shaky and became more confident in what he was doing. He perfectly outlined MC’s eyes, smudging dark eyeshadow while giving them blood red ombre lips

- MC and Saeran both were heavily impressed. After that, MC started lett left Saeran put makeup on them more often, both of them thoroughly enjoying the experience.

(I realize that V sadly wasn’t included in this one, but seeing how V is basically blind I felt it would be too short and unfair compared to the other headcanons. If you guys liked these, I’ll consider giving it another shot with V!)


A/N: Drabble request for anon. Reader is Jax’s old lady and Bobby’s daughter. Reader and Jax have a fight and he implies he’s cheating on her to hurt her (but it isn’t true), so Reader goes to her dad’s. I hope you enjoy it anony!

“What the hell is your problem, Y/N?” Jax yelled at you.
“What’s my problem? You’re the one acting all big in front of your friends because that whore came on to you.”
Jax set the beer bottle down heavily on the table.
This argument had been on since the night before when you’d gotten home from the party. It took a brief pause when you’d both gone to bed, neither one sleeping properly, but neither one wanting to admit defeat.
You’d picked the argument back up again after lunch when you’d gotten back from the store.
“Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you? I wasn’t ‘acting big’, the guys were just joking about how pissed you were going to be. Looks like they were right.”
You were angrily washing the dishes, taking your frustration out on scrubbing the pans instead of using one on Jax’s head.
“She was all over you, and you with that fucking smug grin, what do you expect me to think?”
“I expect you to think that it was nothing on my part. Sure, it was good for the ego, but that’s it.”
Turning to Jax and pointing the sponge at him, you let loose.
“And I expect you to not make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, like some moron who thinks she’s the only one!” 
Jax sighed, shaking his head.
”Sorry to break it to you, darlin’, but you haven’t been the only one.”
You grit your teeth, squeezing your fists, the water falling from the sponge still in your hand.
”So, you have been cheating on me.”
Jax glared right back at you and took a long pull from his beer.
“And what if I did?” He asked, tone cocky and challenging.
You could be cutting, but Jax had a way with words that could make you either fly into his arms or into a rage. You chose the latter.
”Then you can fuck yourself, or whoever else you want, from now on.”
Letting the pan fall into the water, soap suds slopped out of the sink and onto the floor. You stormed out, slamming the door as you went.
Taking off in your car, you drove to the only place you felt like you could feel what you needed to without being judged.

“Hey, Dad.” You said when he opened the door.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Come inside.”
Bobby stood to the side, letting you in.
You breathed in deeply, a tear rolling down your face.
Bobby had been baking, and it reminded you of when you lived at home, hanging out with your dad when he wasn’t busy with the club. Simpler times, when you’d cook and watch movies together, before Jax came along. Jax.
“Jax cheated on me.”
You heard Bobby breathe out heavily. You turned to him, seeing him rubbing his eyes, one hand on his hip.
“You sure, Y/N? I don’t mean I don’t trust you, I just wanna be sure of the details before I kill my Prez.”
You slumped onto the couch, laying down like you were in therapy. You’d always been close to your dad, and he was always there when you needed to talk.
Bobby sat across from you on the coffee table.
“He didn’t explicitly say. It was just what he said.”
“And what did he say?”
Balling your fists, you felt the anger rise in you again as you told Bobby what had passed between you and Jax.
“He was so smug when that Crow was hitting on him last night, joking with the guys that I was gonna be mad because he was enjoying it. I said he made me feel like an idiot for thinking that I was the only one he was with. He said I wasn’t the only one, and when I accused him of cheating, he was like ‘what if I did?’” You replied, impersonating Jax.
You absentmindedly stroked your finger along the side your thigh. Jax had given you his crow, and you’d gotten it tattooed up the outside of your thigh, up and over your hip. Your thoughts turned to how much it was going to hurt getting rid of it if you and Jax didn’t make up. You felt a great sadness wash over you at the thought.
“I don’t sound like that.”
Both you and your dad turned to see Jax leaning against the doorframe where Bobby hadn’t close the door, hands in his pockets.
You hadn’t heard his bike, pull up but there he stood in all his glory.
“Can I talk to you? Please?” Jax asked, a pleading tone replacing the snark from earlier.
Bobby looked to you, and you nodded, sitting up.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Play nice.” He said, before walking out of the room, leaving you with Jax.
Jax sat down next to you on the couch, both of you looking at the ground.
“I never cheated.” Jax said, voice low.
“I only said what I did because I was mad. You were accusing me of cheating, and I hadn’t. I tried to tell you last night after the party and then again today, but I couldn’t make you see.”
You focussed on a heat ring on the table, trying not to get upset again.
“Then why did you say I wasn’t the only one?”
“I meant that there had been other’s before you. I guess it didn’t really come out that way.”
“Yeah, not really.”
You were both silent again for a bit. Your temper had subsided, and you were starting to see that you’d both said things in anger, things had been taken out of context.
Jax spun around, sitting on the coffee table in front of you where Bobby had been. His hands cupped your cheeks, causing you to look up at him.
“You haven’t been the only one, but you’re the only one now. I didn’t handle things with the Croweater properly, she knows I’m with you and I should have put her in her place from the start, not smiling and laughing at her attempts. I’m sorry.”
You could see his sincerity, and you knew he was truly apologetic.
“I don’t wanna end up another notch in your bedpost.”
Sliding his hand over your thigh, you sighed, closing your eyes. Jax put his forehead to yours.
“I gave you that crow because I don’t want you to be.”
Your hands covered his.
“I got scared. I’m sorry, too.”
“No, babe, we’re good.” Jax replied, kissing you.
You kissed him back, before he pulled away.
“Wanna go home before your dad kills me?”
You chuckled, nodding, explaining to Bobby that everything was sorted, letting Jax lead you out to your car and heading home.


“I feel like I haven’t seen you in eight hundred years,” Lukas’s voice says, from the other side of the door.

Philip smiles to himself, glancing over his shoulder.

“Ever since you finished your darkroom, also known as our laundry room, I feel like you’re cheating on me,” Lukas says.

Philip snorts, looking up at the prints he has hanging up to dry. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m cheating on you with you. About—ten or twelve of you.” 

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It wasn’t like you hated Hey Violet. You weren’t allowed to hate them – they’re were 5SOS’ experiment. That’s not what the boys said, but that was how you saw them. They wanted to make a band famous and help them out, just like 1D did with them. So you could easily hang out with HV – as long as they were all there. Because hanging out just with Nia or being alone with Rena was weird and scary to you. So going out them Hey Violet and 5SOS shouldn’t be a problem. But even though all you wanted was a nice, calm conversation with all of them, you couldn’t help but notice the way Nia laughed at Calums’ jokes. You all sat around a table at a rather big coffee shop. You sat beside Miranda and Luke, so far away from Calum.

They were all talking in over each other, so nobody really got the idea. Maybe there was too many people, but it was nice anyway. Sometimes you would actually laugh at Michaels dumb jokes or talk really quietly with Luke, so only you and him could hear the conversation. But in the middle of the fun, Nia almost died from laughing – and you more or less wished she would have. She hit Calum’s arm playfully, making Calum’s eyes crinkle and shine.

“I’m gonna get some more water. “ You said getting up from your chair. The table you were sitting at was pretty close to the window, so you could see fans starting to notice the bands.

“I’ll come with you. I need more coffee. “ Nia said, her voice full of happiness and her smile wide. “I didn’t get any sleep yesterday. “ She whispered. Nia was sweet… She really was, so it shouldn’t be a problem being with her alone for a small minute. You walked both walked towards the counter – unfortunately there was a queue, hinting that you’d be alone with her for longer than you thought. There was no awkward moments, but every time she smiled, you couldn’t help but think about her flirting with Calum. They had been together quite a lot lately and you didn’t really see any harm in that. Until now – Calum wouldn’t cheat on you, but maybe he had a thing for Nia? You just were done telling a small story about the time you went to Disneyland and you puked after trying the teacups. Nia chuckled.

“Yeah! It was like this one time where we went to a small concert – me and Calum-“ Your face changed at Nia’s words, but she clearly didn’t notice. “I don’t even remember who was playing. I took a couple of shots before the concert. “ You moved forward in the queue.  “But anyway, I puked at the girls bathroom and Calum laughed at me. “
Somehow the fact that all Calum did was laugh at her calmed you down a bit.

“But then he helped by holding my hair and buying me something to drink. He’s really sweet. “ Nia said, clearly trying to compliment you and your choice of boyfriend, but you couldn’t see it as anything else, but her smearing it in your face.

“Yea, you probably know how sweet he is. “ You mumbled, because it had become a bad habit of yours to whisper your thoughts. But obviously, Nia heard – because what else could happened?

“You don’t want me to be friends with Calum? “ Nia asked. All of a sudden the sweet, funny, innocent person was gone and instead a very angry and irritated Nia was standing in front of you.

“I don’t want you flirting with him. “ You said, crossing your arms and lifting your brow.

“I’m not flirting! “ Nia raised her voice, so the people behind you looked up from their phones to see what was going on. “Are you really that type of girl? “

You didn’t know what to answer, because you knew what she meant. You weren’t the jealous, controlling, clingy girlfriend, but today you were just getting tired of Nia. You didn’t mind Calum being friends with her, but the fact that she was flirting with him made you mad – and when she didn’t want to admit it made it worse.

“Maybe I am. Butat least I’m not going for boys who’re taken! “ You yelled, not caring about the people behind you and the people in front of you. They could mind their own business.

“Bitch, you’re just scared that I might actually fuck your man! “ Nia hissed. And just like it couldn’t get any worse, Calum turned up.

“Hey, you guys are slow. “ Calum smiled. You loved his smile – it was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him. And you kept falling in love with him every day who saw him.

“Hi Calum. “ Nia said in a tone that clearly showed she was gonna tell him. “Did you know that Y/N is a jealous, idiotic prick? “

“Bitch. You just can’t handle the fact that I have it better than you! “ Nia stuck her tongue out while grinning devilishly.

“You can’t handle the fact that Calum would rather be with me than you. “ She said it slowly, making every word longer. Her tone was quietly teasing and she didn’t even look at you. She looked at Calum behind you.

You stormed out of the coffee shop, pushing Calum aside and sneaking in and out between people. You squinted your eyes, as you closed the coffee shop door. Normally you weren’t like this. You wouldn’t storm out of rooms because someone insulted you, but today was the first day where you did exactly that.

“Y/N! “ Someone yelled. You looked at the source of the sound and found about 5 teenage girls, standing with their phone and taking pictures of the boys from the window. You smiled, knowing that you had to put up a face and walked towards the fans.

“Oh my god. “ A girl with red hair and cute little freckles smeared over her cheeks mumbled. “You’re like really pretty. “

“What are you guys doing? “ Another girl asked. She had platinum blond hair to her shoulder and she was standing with her phone pointed towards you, filming you.

“Getting something to drink and eat. It’s rare they have time for that. “ You smiled and looked at the girls. You actually loved meeting fans, because they were usually always so sweet and curious. And it made you feel special in some sort of way. But just as you were having a very cool and casual conversation with the fans, they started whined.

“OMG! CALUM! “ You looked down on your feet, well-knowing that you couldn’t avoid him. And you knew he was getting closer, because they were being louder with every step he took.

You felt Calums arms being wrapped around you and his scent hit your nose and you instantly felt like it was dumb – the whole thing was dumb and idiotic. You were generally surprised. The brown-haired girl was clearly still filming and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. The other girls were awing at the two of you. Calum would normally not be much for PDA when there were cameras around, but this time he just kissed your temple and hugged you from behind.

“I love you and only you, babe. “ He whispered in your ear, making the girls aweing and one of them snouted “GOALS”. Calum kissed your lips and took your hand, before he started talking with the fans.

Next day on twitter, you saw the video from the brown-haired fan’s perspective. And you had to admit, you pretty damn cute together.

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