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If the Batboys had a Hispanic S/O:

Requested: Yes (To my fellow Latin Batboys fans :3) 



-Thought it was okay flirt by calling you “Mami” (YOU PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE) 

-from that point on he threw the “fiery Latin woman” stereotypes out the fucking window  

-he’d give you little nicknames in Romani expecting you to call him something romantic in Spanish 

-after the third month he realized “burro pendejo” didn’t mean “handsome sex god” like you told him it did 

-he’d always try to pick up on certain things you say 

-(especially songs tbh) 

-Every time you sing in the shower he’d just barge through the door and sing along to the only part he knows 

-(ex. *you singing in the shower*: “Cada vez, cada vez que lo veo pasar- *Dick barging into the bathroom*: “BIDI BIDI BOM BOM”)  

-it wasn’t even the right part for the chorus but hey he’s trying  


-can go from “Corazon” to “Cabron” real quick lemme tell you 

-ALWAYS making fun of your slip ups when talking (Its okay he has a numb spot on the back of his head because of it) 

-has tendencies to mock your accent that you try to hide whenever you’re angry at him 

-but when you get sad or embarressed about it he just holds you and tells you how muchs he loves it 


-and of course you’re pretty flattered because Jason cooks Caucasian cuisine pretty fucking good so him loving on your food sent your ego skyrocketing 

- “Hey babe can you make that yellow rice and beans dish for dinner tonight?” “Arroz con Habichuelas? Again? But you promised you’d make me pasta” 

- *Jason walking over to the stove to make the pasta* *Searches the drawers for the posts/ pans* *Opens the oven finding every pot and pan in the apartment in the oven* “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK.” 

-watches “La Rosa de Guadalupe” with you once and mocks it the entire time 

-you catch him a week later watching it on your laptop crying (U AINT SLICKK BOIIIIII) 


-HE NOW REFUSES TO DRINK COFFEE THAT WASN’T MADE BY YOU (Srsly the only exception is Alfred’s coffee and that’s only if he’s desperate) 

-used to drink his watered down white person coffee black, but hooo hooo ever since he tried your coffee he’s been hooked (Cafe con leche got him SHOOK) 

-whenever you upload a file for him or get him coffee or pretty much do anything for him he tries to say “gracias” in his white boy accent and it cracks you up tbh 

-oh god when he met your family the first thing they made fun of was how pale he was *that’s how you knew he was welcomed tbh -he’s officially family when insults get slung around*

-your abuelita was a huge fan (gave him her number and everything -even hooked him up with some of the caramel cremes in her purse) 

-tbh you’re the only one that gets him to sleep (Bruce sometimes calls when Tim is being too extra)  

-because Bruce and everyone else knows you’re the only one who can get Tim out of working 


-he’s so eager to just learn everything he can about your culture  

-he made it his mission to learn Spanish fluently (so of course you decided to take up Arabic to keep it even) 

-Constantly asked Bruce what certain Spanish words meant (Bruce would only smirk when answering) 


-of course you had nicknames for each other (For him it was Dami, Amor, corazon/ for you it was (y/n/n), habibti, ‘amira) 

-he loved just hearing you speak the same way you loved hearing him speak 

-you shared your cultures with each other -music, food, language, its just so beautiful <3 

-since you both spoke each other’s native language you’d have mixed language conversations that would just confuse the fuck outta everyone 

-some of your pets have Arabic names while others have Hispanic names (btw, you agreed to have that same plan when naming your future children) 

-you guys make such a beautiful couple tbh, accepting each other’s cultural differences and growing together in harmony *BEAUTIFUL*   

@kryptolipsx  @ana-paula-180


FIRST OFF I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING AND MISSING T W O BFSN’S AFTER NEVER MISSING AAAAAAAH SORRY I’VE BEEN THE BUSIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET (and I’m INFINITELY sorry for not getting to reblog selfies in that time too, @ everyone who tagged me and who posted selfies, yall are GORGEOUS HUMANS and you have my ETERNAL LOVE)

But hey, in return you get to see me last week wearing……..mAKeUp? And drawn-in eyebrows? What even? (It was for my musical, which was why I was so frickin busy two weeks ago. I was busy this last week because I was away from home and didn’t have wifi for my laptop and I cannot do selfie posts on mobile I don’t know why)

Also note that I’m watching tomorrow not today, so SHHHHHH YOU SPOILER PEOPLE I FIGHT U IF YOU SPOIL (ily <3)

But yes I love you and will maybe (m a y b e) be less busy so I can love on you guys more! Sorry for the rantyness I just got home like half an hour ago so I’m low-key high-key a mess rn lol

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Genre: fluff

Request: Could you write a scenario about doyoung he’s your make-up artist that have crush on you but he don’t know how to confess to you because he become so nervous around you… P.s you’re a model. Please make it fluff

A/N: this was the cutest scenario ever and i’d have to say im proud of my work? except that the ending was pretty bad because i didn’t know how else to end it ahh. i also used the song “for you” by sistar for reference! i hope this story is good ahh

Word count: 2,904


“The heart fluttering feeling of the start
The awkward moment of our first meet
Do you remember as well?
It was a warm day like the spring
Memories spread in my heart”

His stiff arms were kept behind his back, lips pursed tightly together as his eyes darted back and forth at the people in the room, amazed by how quickly everyone was working.

He clenched the big pouch in his hands tightly as his heart pace quickened.

Alone in the room full of strangers he looked timid and intimidated, unsure of what to do or say.

Until his eyes met yours.

You raised your eyebrows when you saw the brown-haired man looking lost in the reflection of your mirror, his eyes widening as soon as he noticed your stare.

You gave him a small smile.

He hesitated for a while, looking around him confused before bowing slightly to you when he was sure that you were referring to him.

His fingers still held on tightly to the light pink pouch, the other hand fondling with the hem of his shirt.

You shook your head as you let out a small laugh to yourself, before turning around to face him, signalling him to come over.

His round eyes widened once again as the beads of perspiration rolled down the side of his cheeks. He pointed a finger to himself, then quickly made his way to you when you nodded your head.

“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before”

The tall and slim man bowed his head down at your words, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded his head. He cleared his voice, “Y-Yes, Mrs Lee told me to come help out today but i don’t know what to do or how to help..”

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ as you nodded your head at his words. Looking around the room, the other make up artists were busy helping out the other models, too busy to care about this lost soul on his first day here.

You took the pouch from his hands and placed it on the table in front of you, before patting him on his arm lightly, “Show’s starting in two hours and i don’t think anyone’s free to do my make up. Mind if you help me?”

He immediately nodded at your words, then made his way to the pouch, taking out the make up and brushes he needed.

“Oh, what’s your name?”

“Dong young- or you can call me Doyoung, Kim Doyoung”

You hummed in response, holding out your hand for him to shake.

He took your hands in his and shook it, bowing again.

He cut you off before you could even open your mouth, “Miss Y/N, i’ve seen you many times before on television- You’re really beautiful”

You laughed at his words, “You can just call me Y/N, there’s no need to be so formal”, his smile appearing in response.

It did not take long for him to go back to focusing on choosing the make up he needed for your look. A few seconds later he was clipping up your hair, preventing them from falling to your face.

“I’ll start now”

His left hand reached out to gently lift up your chin as his other hand lifted up the small cotton pad in his fingers, dabbing it onto the foundation before applying it lightly onto your face.

You couldn’t help but admire every feature on his ethereal face. The way his eyebrows knitted together, lips pouted as his long and slim fingers skillfully applied the make up on you seemed to make your heart race.

You noticed how his eyebrows would also rise up in shock whenever he caught eye contact with you, the side of his cheeks blushing up as he’d quickly turn away to re-apply the powders on the brush.

“And… We’re done” Doyoung softly said as he took a step back, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror, flashing you a small satisfied smile.

As soon as you saw yourself in the mirror, your eyes lit up. Amongst your whole two years of career as a model, no other make up artist was able to make you look this good. And the fact that he was a beginner impressed you even more, something about him was special.

“It’s really really good, thank you so much, i’m literally in love with myself right now” you joked as you gave him a thumbs up, causing him to giggle a little, shyly lowering his head down.

“Doyoung ah! I’ve been looking for you but i see you helped Y/N out! Great job today” Mrs Lee called out from behind as she shot you a smile, impressed by Doyoung’s work as well.

The shy man bowed once again, shaking his head humbly as he went forward to keep the make up in the pouch. You heard Mrs Lee mumble a few words to him before she left, as he nodded obediently, then proceeded to pack his things.

“I have to go now, good luck on your show!” he said as he waved a goodbye to you, his gummy smile shining brightly on his face.

The sides of your lips instantly rose up as you waved goodbye too, your heart racing for some reason.

“See you again,”


“We were close yet far
We knew each other but didn’t
Just looking at each other, there wasn’t enough time
Waiting for you was happiness to me”

Your whole body jerked up as soon as you heard the notification from your phone, your hands reaching out immediately to grab it.

“I’m so sorry for replying this late, i had to cover up for my colleague who fell sick today.”

You pouted your lips as your fingers quickly tapped against your phone screen.

“It’s fine! Just wanted to ask if you’re coming down tomorrow? You haven’t been able to help me out the past one week, i’m sad”

One week of not seeing Doyoung and you were already slowly getting upset - what was this feeling?

Your phone buzzed again.

“Aw someone misses my skills. Haha don’t worry i’ll be able to make it tomorrow! I’ll be there”

You jumped up in victory as you shot your fist up in the air as soon as you read his message, heart pounding loudly against your chest as you could not wait to see him again after so long - at least for you.

Yet what you didn’t know was that there was someone as nervous as you were. Despite being your make up artist for two months now, his heart couldn’t help but race whenever he was with you, and he tried his best not to get nervous but his words always jumbled up whenever he spoke.

But he was thankful that the relationship between the both of you developed to a friendship more than just a job.

He couldn’t ask for more.

Seeing you almost everyday due to your busy schedules was too much for him to handle. Every single day, each second, he found himself getting lost in your beauty and everything about you. He was falling harder.

As much as he didn’t want to, thank goodness for his colleague’s absence at the other company, for he would not have gotten the chance to take a break from seeing you and making his body full of this fuzzy and warm feeling.

But he’d missed you too, more than you did and he was overjoyed that he was able to see you again.

“Brought you your favourite coffee on your way here, rest for a bit before you start! It must have been tiring for you the past week” you said calmly to him as you passed Doyoung the warm cup in your hand, which he gladly accepted.

His body sunk to the back of the chair as he took a sip, smiling to you sweetly, “Thank you, i really needed this. Nah it was nothing much! The artists there are really friendly too, like the people here”

You nodded your head and took a sip out of your drink too.

Moments later you were sitting in front of the mirror again, Doyoung skillfully and patiently applying your make up, his eyes full of concentration like always as they never once left your face.

Every single time he helped you to do your make up, his face would only be a few inches away from you, and you often questioned yourself how you even managed to stay calm in such a circumstance when deep inside, your heart like it was going to burst.

Doyoung took one last look at you as his eyes scanned through every detail of your face. He nodded lightly before putting the brush in his hands down onto the table, before patting your head lightly, “All ready”

He never once disappointed you. You found yourself amazed and in awe by his skills once again.

“Y/N! Go get changed, shoot’s starting in 15 minutes” your manager called out to you from behind, earning a hum of response from you as you gave Doyoung a look before you headed off to your dressing room, his eyes following you.

You shot a gaze into the camera as you confidently stroke a pose, flaunting your legs as your hair covered half of your face, the flash from the camera striking brightly, signalling you to change your pose.

Doyoung stood at the side, mouth agape as his eyes seemed to sparkle just by staring at you. He loved it most when you had photoshoots; he loved how professional you were and how good you were at your job.

In his eyes you seemed perfect.

He felt his blood rush up to his cheeks again as you caught him staring again, smiling at him before focusing back on listening to the cameraman’s instructions.

He found himself lost in your beauty once again, his eyebrows raising in admiration at your strong gaze towards the camera.

Yet once the camera’s off, the way you’d always give him your softest look and sweetest smile made his heart melt.

He was only falling harder for you.


“Rather than sweet words
Hold me, know me, that was you
I hope this’ll reach you
Even my tiniest feelings, I’ll sing for you
Who always waited at the same place”

“D-Doyoung, are you free to come over right now? I just- I really needed someone right now” you softly said into your phone as your tears threatened to fall, hands clenching into fists as your eyes fell onto the words on your laptop screen again.

“Breaking: Model Y/N is dating the biggest idol?”

As much as you loved being in the limelight and being a model, you hated it the most when you had to deal with false news and rumours. Just one small mistake and your whole career could fall, especially with such sensitive fans.

Especially gaining hate and attention over something that every normal person did-having lunch with a close celebrity friend, had caused a huge fuss in the entertainment industry as fans and reporters started making assumptions that the both of you were dating, when you clearly weren’t.

Your heart was already with someone else anyways.

But the words of fans hit you with impact as they said the most negative and mean things no one else could ever imagine to you, all because they were ‘protective’ and ‘didn’t want you to touch their oppa’.

You told yourself not to get too affected by all these, but everywhere you went on the internet, this was the news that appeared first, followed by all the negative comments.

You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

You heard the man from the other side of the line shuffle around as he quickly grabbed his keys from the table, before replying you in a worrying tone, “I’ll be right over, hang in there Y/N”

His voice itself gave you comfort, as you tried to clear your mind off things, but they wouldn’t leave.

After what seemed like hours to you, there was a soft knock on the door to your apartment, followed by the comforting voice of the man you loved most, “Y/N, it’s me. Open the door”

You immediately got up to reach the door, and you were greeted by Doyoung, a bag full of sweets in his hand and the other, holding on to your favourite cup of drink.

“I’m so sorry i took so long. I thought these might cheer you up so-”

Doyoung couldn’t even finish his sentence before you attacked him with a big tight hug, the tears that were bottling up in your eyes falling as his warmth hovered over you.

He stopped for a while, before carrying the cup in his other hand, then wrapping an arm around your shoulders, gently patting your back as his head rested on yours.

His tears were going to fall too, but he held it in, as he comforted you, “It’s okay Y/N, let it all out”

One hour later, you found yourself lying on his lap on the sofa in your living room, his hands twirling and playing with your hair.

His calming and soothing voice echoed in the cold and dark room for the third time that night, singing one of your favourites for you to hear, hoping that it’d calm you down and make you feel better.

Truth is, it did.

Your mind was cleared up as soon as Doyoung listened attentively to every word you were saying, and the way he held you in his arms managed to make you feel secure and protected, away from all these negative thoughts.

His singing had always been one of your favourite, like how he’d always sing for you before photoshoots to calm your nerves down.

Every inch of him seemed to just give you warmth and comfort.

You could feel his love.

And for him, he was willing to do anything just to make you feel better. Your happiness meant everything to him.

He was glad you turned to him when you needed help, when you were at your worst, as it showed him that you fully trusted him and could depend on him.

And he wanted to be that person for you; he wanted to always be there for you and to give you the support and love you needed.

“Under the dazzling sun
Even though you’re far away, it was warm to me
With a warm touch
You comforted me”

The next morning, you woke up without the pair of arms that held you throughout the whole night, and you felt lost without his hold. Your eyes squinted at the bright light from the windows as you took a look at the time- 10:14AM.

Thank goodness you didn’t have any schedules today. You could finally have some time to rest, especially with all that was happening lately.

“Doyoung?” you called loudly but there was no response, causing you to step out of you bed and to check the rest of your apartment-no sign of him.

Your heart sank a little but your eyes lit up at the small slip of paper sitting on the table, beside it was Doyoung’s jacket, the one that kept you warm last night.

“I hope by the time you wake up you’re feeling much better! I’m sorry i had to leave early because i have to help out at another photoshoot today. I’ve already prepared breakfast for you in the refrigerator and do take the time to rest for today. Text me as soon as you wake up alrights! - Doyoung bunny”

You felt yourself blushing as you took out your phone to text him immediately.

“I just read it and thank you so much, have fun at work today!”

A few seconds later your phone screen lit up, a message from him, “Yes that’s great! Thank you hehe, i’ll come over again later to check on you”

You giggled at his response, your heart beating two times it’s normal pace as you started eating the scrumptious breakfast Doyoung had cooked just for you.

He had every ability to make you smile.

You didn’t even need to hear the doorbell to notice that Doyoung was here again. His hand carried a bag again, this time, with your favourite chocolates.

He flashed you his smile as you opened your door for him, your hands holding onto his to pull him in, which, caught him off guard.

“For you” he said as he passed you the bag, eyes lighting up.

A gush of emotions ran through you as you hugged him once again, the same way you the previous night, as you tucked your head in his chest, “I really love you so much Doyoung, thank you”

His body stiffened up at your sudden hold, but softened as your words passed through his ears. He couldn’t help but smile as he hugged you even tighter, “I-I love you too”

dong-hyucks  asked:

mtl to love u with all his heart :'))

I don’t wanna go on my laptop rn bc I’m cryin n eating cookie dough so I’ll edit the text later tonight


Chenle ( >:(( I h8 myself for accepting)
Jisung (lOve my y brother 🤧🤧)
Mark (I feel like he would hate me the least)
Jaemin (iLy jaemin pls I’ll make u soup)
Renjun (ba r e l y puts up w my shit)
Jeno (wants me to die but too nice to say)


There u go ilysm ❤️


I walked into the room the smell of kush hit me hard i began to cough nate was in the middle of doing a smoke trick after he was done he stared at me “Y/N what you doing here ?” he looked down “Um Nate did forget i live here ?” oh fuck duhh look iIm sorry “ i looked at Nate what are you sorry it i think its hot.” he looked at me and smirked” come smoke one with daddy” my feet moved before my brain could never tell me this was wrong i let my hair out of its bun as i walked over to him and sat next to him he pulled out this bag filled with pre rolled blunts he grabbed one a lite it taking a deep hit and blew it in ma face i just sat there im awe nate bite his lip and handed me the blunt i slowly took a hit and blew it out and held it before i hit it again “ soo when did miss Y/N become a smoker?”  You blushed and hit the blunt then passed it too him. he hit it a couple times and got close to you and blew it close to your lips so close you could feel his soft lips brush across yours you closed your eyes and let the effects take over you you slowly laid on the bed soon nate laid with you tracing your arms he whisper in your eye “ you high ma ?” you nodded your head as you began to feel relaxed and clam nate slowly played with your shirt  you glanced at what he was doing “ take it off nate “  he slowly pilled my shirt off and my shorts nate began to kiss and suck on my neck causing me to moan softly he ran his finger over your body stopping at your underwear he looked at you asking if it was okay you simply moaned to let him know nate ran his hand down your slit spreading you open he moaned “ Y/N so wet for me i wanna take ma time but i cant help myself “ he slowly pushed his finger inside of you causing you to moan and buck against his finger as he licked and sucked on your neck making sure to leave marks nate shoved another finger inside of you causing you to bite your lip as he slowly rubs your clit but soon he pulled his hand out of your underwear and pushed u down and opened your legs and pulled your underwear off of you he slowly licked up and down your heat causing you to gasped he looked up at you staring as he sucked and lick up and down your heat your eyes began to flutter as moans began to spill out your mouth “ Natee i cant take it please give it too me “ he stop and got up and took his sweats and boxers off he flipped me over on my tummy and lifted my ass up and rubbed his dick on your pussy and slowly slipped inside of your grabbing your hips slowly rocking in to you causing you to moan and grip the sheets he stroked you deeper and faster “Y/N so wet and tight for daddy “ he began to thrust harder and faster making you moan his name “Nattee please don’t stop “ you slowly rubbed your clit but Nate smacked your hand away and growled “ NO you don’t get to touch” he smacked your ass as he slowly pinched your clit causing to go limp but Nate held on to you as he thrust harder “come for me Y/N let me feel it you felt your legs shake and u slowly began to cum all over Nate he stroked you a couple more times as he came inside of you and let you fall onto the bed he looked down at you “I love you Y/N gotta get you high more often

AN So I didn’t edit this because my laptop messed up and had to finish it on my phone but request are open follow me
Sam Wilkinson Imagine - Life Couldn't Be Better.

Anon Request: hey could you maybe do an imagine where y/n and Sam have been talking for a long time via twitter, iMessage n FaceTime and stuff, but y/n lives in the UK and Sam’s obviously out in America doing his thing, but one day they finally meet and they just click? Sorry if it’s a lot haha, I love your writing! Thank you :)

Yeah…I don’t even know what I’ve created but I hope you like it anyway.

Contains nothing bad.

S: - Sam
Y: - You

– (Y/N’s POV) –

My laptop beeps, informing me of a new message. I scramble off my bed and rush to my desk, biting down a smile as I see Sam’s name in my direct messages on Twitter.

S: Hey Y/N! :)

Y: Hi Sam, how are u? :P

S: Great now I’m speaking to u, what time is it over there?

I look at the clock and sigh, I knew I was sleepy but I wanted to stay up to talk to him. Time gaps are the worst.

Y: 12:30am, hey I’m in Saturday and ur still in Friday. Ha ha! :P

S: You’re so cute Y/N, it’s way past ur bed time!!

Y: Very funny…it’s the weekend, live a little Samuel.

S: Whatever :O
S: I just wanna meet you :(

Y: Me too, come and kidnap me and take me to America :(

S: I would if I could..
S: What would u say if I asked u to come on tour with me and my friends?

Y: Skate?
Y: I’d want to say yes obviously but I know that wouldn’t happen.

S: Yeah, the Jacks too, I’ve told u about them right? Never say never Y/N, it could happen…soon.

Y: You did not just quote Justin Bieber! :O

S: Oh but I did…I’m a fan of the biebs ;)

We chatted for hours, telling funny stories to personal stories, if only I lived in America or had the money to, working in a small library on college campus didn’t support much, I had to rely on the bank of Mum and Dad most often.

– (Sam’s POV) –

I’ve been speaking to Y/N for six months now, every day for six months. We’re so close, I wish I could just meet her already.

“Yo, do you know where Y/N lives?” Nate asks, playing around on his laptop.

“In Cambridge somewhere, why?” I ask, he shrugs.

Minutes later he smiles brightly at me and pats my shoulder, I look at him weirdly. “You, my friend, are going to Cambridge in two days.” He announces, my heart races.

“What? Are you serious?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“As serious as a heart attack, in two days you’ll be able to meet the girl you’ve been dreaming about since the day you spoke to her.” He laughs, I feel a heat in my cheeks.

“I have not.” I shove him away, gaping at the laptop screen - showing me the booked tickets to the UK.

“Dude you were moaning her name last night,” He laughs, I blush and look away. “Look, go tell her and be all lovey dovey, I just spent my money on your happiness so make the most of it.” He sends me on my way.



S: Wtf? No. I’m coming to visit you!

Y: No ur not.

My heart sinks, does she not want to meet me? Have I scared her off?

Y: Wait ur serious?!

S: Yeah, but I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to…

Y: You’re on drugs right? Why wouldn’t I want u to go? :(

Okay maybe I was wrong.

S: No reason, so are u excited? :)

Y: Samuel u don’t know how happy I am right now :D

S: I do, I can’t wait! :D

“Bro, Sam wake up, we’re landing.” Nate says, shoving my shoulder to wake me up.

I sit up and put my seatbelt on, waiting for the plane to land. I watch the scenery pass beneath us from the small window, It’s so nice already and I’ve never been here before so it’s even better. “Did she say where she would wait?” Skate asks me, I nod and rub my eyes; still tried from the long journey.

“Yeah by the entrance, she said she’d wait by the benches.” I say, immediately excited to meet my internet ‘friend’ for the first time.

I have no idea what we are, we’ve flirted and became so close that I haven’t slept with or hooked up with a girl since our friendship got pretty serious. I’m okay with just being friends because she’s cool but if the spark is still there without the internet then I’m not going to hold back.

The plane lands, we collect our hand luggage and head out to collect our suitcases. We’re only here for two weeks so we didn’t need to bring that much, I’m sure we’d be buying more stuff to take home to our families to show off our little get away to the UK.

We walk towards the entrance of the airport, our luggage trailing behind us on the wheels. “You sure you know what she looks like?” Skate asks, I sigh for what seems to be the tenth time this minute; he’s so paranoid that his money has gone to waste.

“Yes Nate, I know what she looks like.” I reply, searching around for her.

But the new accents to my ears were mesmerising, everybody sounded so polite without meaning to - I’d hate to get into an argument with a British person, I’d feel so horrible for being rude to them.

“Sammy!” A unrecognisable british accent calls, echoing off the walls. I spin around and see Y/N jogging towards me, a bright smile on her pretty face.

Damn, she looks even better in person.

“Y/N?” I smile, dropping my bags to open my arms for a hug. When she eventually teaches us, she hugs me tightly.

Though we haven’t met each other in person before and I don’t know her that well, it still felt right to hug her. She’s so cute and she smells really good. And her accent, God help me.

“Guys?” Skate chuckles awkwardly, I pull away from Y/N and smile at her, glad to finally be here.

“O-Oh Y/N this is Nate, Nate this is Y/N.” I introduce them, they hug each other and say hello.

“So uh I’ve got the car outside, follow me.” She smiles, I trail behind her, still mesmerised by the whole situation and her accent.

“It’s only small uh, there’s the couch and then there’s a pull out bed on the other one.” She says, closing the door behind Nate and I as she points to the living room.

“Nice place.” Nate says, looking around.

“Thank you,” she giggles, running her fingers through her hair. “Uh would you like a cup of tea?” She asks, I look at Nate and we nod our heads.

“So you drive on the right side of the road?” She giggles, obviously mind blown.

“Yeah, so much easier than the left.” I laugh.

Nate puts his empty cup down, he’d took a great liking to Y/N’s cups of teas and has had more than enough for the night. “I’m gonna go to sleep now guys.” He says, patting my shoulder.

The tv wasn’t working in the living room so we all sat in Y/N’s bedroom.

“Good night.” Y/N smiles sweetly, Nate returns a smile and wishes us both a good night before leaving us alone.

“So.” I chuckle, suddenly feeling nervous because it’s the first time I’ve been left completely alone with her.

“So,” she trails off, picking at the threading on her covers. “I’m happy to finally meet you.” She giggles, blushing.

“Me too, I really like you Y/N.” I admit shyly, looking down as my cheeks heat up.

“You do? Like as a friend or?” She trails off, I look up with only hope in my eyes; hoping not to scare her off too quick.

“Feel free to like kick me out after I tell you or if I freak you out but I really like you as more than a friend, talking to you over Twitter and iMessages and all that is good but meeting you has made my feelings stronger. I’m sorry if this has made it awkward-”

She cuts me off by kissing me, my eyes widen at first but I close them and kiss her back immediately, placing my hand at the back of her head to keep her there. Her lips are so soft, softer than I imagined or dreamt about - creepy I know.

She pulls away and bites down a smile, making my heart flutter even more. “I’m uh sorry, I shouldn’t have done-”

“Don’t be, I’ve wanted that to happen for so long.” I giggle childishly, butterflies raving in the pit of my stomach.

“Really?” She blushes, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

I nod, biting my lip before leaning in to kiss her again. “S-Sam as much as I love kissing you, I think we should stop, it’s not going to work.” She sighs.

If her goal was to wipe the smile off my face in a second then she successfully achieved it and better. “Why not?” I frown.

She scoffs. “Uh because you live in America and I like in here and none of us can move yet.” She says in a 'duh’ tone, shuffling away from me which hurt.

I move closer to her, determination striking throughout my body as I hold her hands and kiss the back of them. “We can make it work, come on tour with me.” I blurt out, catching her off guard.


“Come on tour with us, it’s in a few weeks and you can come too, there’s plenty of space left on the bus. Please just think about it.” I plead, kissing her cheek.

– (Y/N’s POV) –

It’s been two months since Sam and Nate visited, Sam asked me to be his girlfriend the first morning he slept over at my apartment. It isn’t much because I’m only working part time and that’s all I can afford but it works for one person.

“Mom, Dad, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” I had been so nervous the past week to hear those words. I arrived in Nebraska this morning and now I’m meeting his parents.

“Oh it’s great to finally meet you Y/N.” His Mum smiles, hugging me tightly.

I hug back and smile, already taking a liking to his family. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Sam has told me a lot about you all.” I giggle, remembering the late night conversations Sam and I would have about our families and friends.

I’m introduced to his dad and then his siblings, his beloved dog too, and then his friends arrived; including Nate.

“Guys this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Sam smiles, placing his hand on the small of my back as I hug each of the guys and smile as they tell me their names.

We all take a seat at the dining table. “So, how long have you two been together?” Emily, Sam’s sister, asks.

“Two months in total, but we’ve knew each other for eight.” Sam grins proudly, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“So sweet,” his mum coos. “Sam told us that you’re going on tour with him and the guys, are you excited?”

“More than you could imagine, I love travelling.” I giggle, looking at Sam, Nate and the two Jacks.

“Good luck,” his dad laughs. “We can just about cope living with one of them, you sure you’re gonna’ be able to handle four of them?” He jokes, patting Gilinsky’s shoulder.

“Of course, they’ll all worship me by the time we come back.” I wink at them and Sam laughs, placing his hand on my thigh. He leans closer as conversation sparks between his family and friends.

“I already worship you,” he whispers so only I can hear. “They all love you Y/N.” He grins, kissing my temple.

“I love them too.” I giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

We went on tour, Sam accidentally announced our relationship on stage which forced me onto the stage. The crowd screamed and cheered for me, almost deafening me but I didn’t mind because at least they wasn’t booing or shouting rude things, the boys handed me a microphone and I guess my accent won them over; thanks One Direction for getting us a good first impression.

A year after being together, I finally saved up the money to move to America and live with Sam and the guys in LA in our own apartment, life couldn’t be better.

;; Continued / @yxminotenshi

     A small noise of surprise actually escapes her lips upon hearing the males voice. Of course it would quickly be replaced with utmost d i s g u s t and horror. This obviously has to be some sort of sick joke right?  


      No. Was the first thing out of her mouth, complete denial for her apparent new partner.  No I r e f u s e to accept this!! She hisses again, glaring pointedly at the pinkette in front of her, like it was his fault for this ridiculous pairing. 

      “Out of everyone in the business, why y o u!?”