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The Long Way Home

A Shawn Mendes oneshot.

Request: Okay but like if you want to and u have time can i request jeep sex w shawn? HAHAHAHHA

can you do one where shawn comes back from touring and both of you really needed each other so much and just fuck the hell out of each other?

A/N: your wish is my command SMUT WARNING ⚠️


- Planes about to take off. I’ll see you in a couple hours. I’ve missed you more than words baby, can’t wait to see you xo
– Feeling’s mutual babe, have a safe flight! I love you lots xoxo
- I love you too, see you soon

The anticipation as I stood by luggage claim waiting for Shawn was killing me. I hadn’t seen him in three months, and it was getting to be more than I could handle. I needed him with me. As the escalator started to fill with a new flight, I perked up, keeping my eyes trained for Shawn. My heart leapt when I saw Geoff, knowing Shawn would be right behind him. I was right, and met his eye as soon as he came into view. A wide smile spread across the face that I’d missed so dearly. He wore grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders nicely. Despite having just gotten off a four hour plane ride, he looked as hot as ever. God, had I ever missed him.

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The Long Game

standalone; nc-17; smut & fluff; season 7; it’s pretty much PWP between two agents who are stupidly in love and probably mistakenly believe they have all the time in the world to be together. 

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She doesn’t kiss him when he gets off the plane, bleary-eyed and harassed, although she kind of wants to. Pissy Mulder with his grim little mouth is cute when it’s not directed at her or government conspiracies or poor nurses who have no clue why he’s shouting at them. He mutters some interesting curses while throwing bags around in the luggage claim and Scully watches him patiently, hands clasped behind her back. 

When he finally finds his bag he curses a little more, but his tone lifts, and when he swivels to see Scully standing behind him, his face goes soft and the tension drains from his body like air from a popped balloon.

“Scully,” he smiles. “Hi.” 

He is not a little bit shamed by his petulant display.

“Hi yourself,” Scully says. She reaches to smooth some wrinkles from his jacket, and his eyes follow her hands. “Let’s get out of here. There’s a whole lot of terrible Chinese takeout with our names on it.”

He doesn’t kiss her, either, but it’s pretty obvious he wants to.

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Finn Balor Smut

Requested by- @nickysmum1909

Could you please write about how Finn sees his girl at the airport. She’s there to pick him up and they had a pretty hot conversation on FaceTime, so there’s a lot of tension between them. Instead of being able to get home, he has to get through a bunch of Fans before he can get to her. I am leaving the end up to you 😎
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“Hey babe.” You say when you see Finn’s face pop up on your phone. “Hey baby girl, how did you sleep?” He asks with a small smile. “I barely slept, I was too excited to see you.” You say. “You need sleep baby, I don’t want you falling asleep while driving.” He says. “Well, what do you suggest I do so I can fall asleep?” You ask with a bit of humor in your voice.

“Well I mean you could close your eyes and go to sleep.” Finn jokes. “What if that doesn’t work?” You ask. “I mean there is another way to help you fall asleep.” He says getting serious. “And what would that be babe?” You ask with a small smile. “Touch yourself Y/N.” Finn says. “But I thought you hated it when I touched myself without you home?” You say.

“I’m telling you to do it baby girl. Please Y/N.” He says. You move your hand down to your pants and you see Finn’s hand move out of sight. “Show me Y/N.” He states. You move your camera down and a low growl comes from the phone. “Take your pants off Y/N.” He growls. You prop the phone up against the covers and slowly take off your sweatpants.

“Damn baby girl, you’re teasing me too much.” Finn says. You throw your pants to the side and lay back down. You spread your legs so Finn can see. “Even through a phone I can see how wet you are for me.” Finn says stroking himself. “Tell me Y/N, how bad do you want me?” He asks. “Very bad Finn, it’s been too long.” You say sliding a finger in your heat.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you baby.” He chokes out. “I want you to kiss me from my lips to my boobs and I want your hands to massage my boobs while you nibble on my nipples. Then I want you to move down to my vagina and stick a finger inside me while you eat me out so I can come.” You say while adding another finger.

Finn starts breathing hard and he says, “Moan my name Y/N, I have to hear your moans.” You moan his name and you see his hand speeding up. “Move your fingers faster and rub yourself baby girl.” He moans. You do what he says and say, “Come for me Finn.” He’s close to his release until you hear a knock through the phone.

A guy starts talking and Finn says, “I’ll be right out, let me say goodbye to my girlfriend.” He looks at you and says, “We’ll have to finish this when I get home, don’t touch yourself until then.” You nod and he says, “I love you baby girl, so much.” “I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.” You say. He smiles and hangs the phone up.

You put your phone on the charger and decide to do what Finn says and try to get some sleep.

-6 hours later-

After taking a nap and getting ready, you’re sitting at the airport waiting for Finn. You see him grabbing his bag from the luggage claim and he turns around and starts looking around. His eyes meet yours and he starts walking towards you until some fans spot him and walk up to him. Being the nice guy he is, he stops and takes photos with them. You see more fans gather around him and you see the look on his face that he’s starting to get impatient so you decide to go sit down.

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After waiting there for over 30 minutes, Finn waves to the crowd and starts walking towards you again. He gets closer so you stand up and run up to him and jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist and you lean down to kiss him. “I can’t wait until we get home.” He mummers against your lips. “Well the faster we get out of here, the faster we get home.” You say sliding off of him. He grabs his bags and your hand and says, “Well let’s stop wasting time then.”

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The moment you and Finn step inside the house, he drops his stuff and pushes you up against the wall. “Before you rip my clothes off, lets at least try to make it to our bed first.” You say. He bends down and tosses you up on his shoulder and runs upstairs.

He walks into the room and lays you on the bed. You grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. His hands go straight for your shirt, so you lift your arms above your head and he takes it off. He slides your bra off and you start playing with the hem of his shirt.

He sits up and takes it off and you sit there admiring his body. “As much as I’m enjoying you checking me out, I really want to finish what we started earlier. I want to make you feel the things that only I can do to you.” Finn says kissing you.

He starts kissing down your neck saying, “I want to give you the pleasure that your fingers can’t give you.” His hands grab your boobs and starts massaging them. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you on the plane.” He kisses one boob, “How we had to stop our moment because of me.” He kisses the other.

“Tell me Y/N, after I hung up, did you want to finish fingering yourself?” He asks. “N-No, I wanted to wait for you.” You choke. He nips at one of your nipples before saying, “Then I’ll make sure you fully finish tonight.”

He nips at the other one before sliding down your body. His hands grab the waist band of your shorts and pushes them down. “No underwear baby girl? You must’ve wanted me pretty bad.” He chuckles. He spreads your legs and moves his mouth close to your area. “Tell me how bad you want me baby girl.” He says hovering over your clit.

“I want you so bad Finn, please.” You beg. He lowers his head and you feel his mouth enclose on your clit. You let out a moan and run your hands through his hair. He removes his mouth and slips two fingers inside you. “I want to watch you come undone baby.” He says lowering down to kiss you. He starts fingering you and he whispers in your ear, “You look so fucking sexy like this Y/N.”

You choke out a moan and he starts to move his hand faster, making you grab onto his bicep. “Come on baby girl, come for me.” He says biting your earlobe. You feel yourself getting close and Finn moves his other arm down to your clit and starts massaging it. “Fuck F-Finn!” You scream when you hit your release.

He lets you ride it out and when he pulls his fingers out, you barely have time to register what’s going on before you feel him sliding his dick inside you. “Fuck Y/N, even after fingering you, you’re still tight.” He says grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He slides in deeper and your hands wrap around the back of his neck.

“B-Babe, go faster.” You moan. He sits up and starts pounding into you. You let out a string of moans that you’re pretty sure the neighbors are getting tired of hearing you. Finn slows down and leans down to kiss you. “It’s been too long baby, I’m not going to last much longer.” He mummers before speeding up again.

“I’m about to come again Finn.” You choke out grabbing the sheets. “Then come with me baby girl.” He says. You tighten up and release all over his dick. Finn lowers his head into the crook of your neck and he lets out a strangled moan letting you know he hit his release.

After you two catch your breath, he looks at you and says, “You really need to start touring with me. I don’t know how I went so long without you.” “I’ll think about it, now lay down with me and go to sleep.” You say chuckling. He chuckles and lays beside you, pulling you to his chest. You close your eyes and before you doze off, you hear Finn say, “I love you baby girl.”

All Started With a Song Part 8 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2304

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n-(feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) ok so i hd to repost it bc i forgot to put part 8. im so sorry omg. but this will be last part for a few days. hope you enjoy.

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“Oh. My. God.”

“LA is so beautiful, and we haven’t even left the airport!” Alice giggled.

“I am so excited,” you smiled, walking towards the luggage claim.

“What are we doing first?” Olivia asked.

“Checking in at the hotel, then we can find somewhere to have lunch. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she stopped. “Thanks again Y/n/n. It means a lot that you chose me to come with you.”

“Of course Liv, you deserve the world and more. The least I can do is take you on a mini adventure with me,” you smiled.

She pulled you into a hug, muttering another ‘thank you’ into your shoulder.

~~

You guys had some trouble checking in at the hotel.

“What do you mean we don’t have a room?” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There is no room reserved under Y/l/n.” he gave you an unapologetic smile.

You walked away from the counter and called Sabrina.

“Hey girl! How’s LA?”

“It’s nice, but the hotel is saying they don’t have a room for us,” you were trying your hardest not to cry.

“Really? That’s odd. You said my last name right?”

“What? It’s under your name?”

“Oh my gosh, did I not tell you? I’m so sorry!”

You chuckled, “Its okay.”

“To make it up you girls, I’ll take you out to lunch,” she said.

“Sounds good! Meet you in 20.”

~~

You ended up going to In-N-Out, it was the greatest thing you’ve ever had.

“This is so good, why doesn’t London have this?” Olivia moaned into her burger.

“So what are your plans for today?” Sabrina asked, munching on a fry.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know. We were probably just gonna chill at the hotel.” Alice sipped on her drink.

“Well, I know that you two,” she said pointing at Alice and Olivia. “Probably don’t have plans tomorrow while Y/n is with Anth.”

“Not really. We weren’t going to explore LA until Sunday and Monday.”

“I may or may not have scheduled you guys’ spa appointments,” she smiled.

“Really?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, but if you guys aren’t up for it, I can cancel.”

“Who would turn down a spa day??” Alice laughed.

After lunch you parted ways with Sabrina. The three of you went back to the hotel, had a swim, took lots of pictures, and just had a great time. The girls also helped you practice for tomorrow.

You were really nervous about tomorrow. The last time you went to sing a duet you were humiliated. So who knows how tomorrow will go.

~~

You weren’t supposed to meet Anth until noon, but you were wake by 7. You just couldn’t sleep any longer. You had to get everything ready and make sure it was perfect. You couldn’t be late or early. Everything needed to be planned. You weren’t going to ruin this collab as well.

Though you didn’t exactly ruin the last one.

“Alice, Olivia, I’m going to shower. Please get up, I want breakfast soon.” You said as you grabbed your clothes and headed to the shower.

Throughout the showers, many tears were shed. This was the only time you allowed yourself to cry, about anything you needed to.

You were mainly crying because you hadn’t gotten any answers. It had been almost 2 weeks and he hadn’t even tried to apologize. You let the tears run down your face. What did you do to make him so angry? Why did he hurt you like that? Did he truly forget?

These questions ran through your brain every day. But you only acknowledged them at these times.

After a good 15 minutes of self-pity you got out of the shower. You were careful to make sure your face wasn’t red nor puffy when you left the bathroom.

“Almost ready?” you asked as you dropped the towel in your make-shift pile of dirty clothes.

“Yes, just a few more curls to go,” Olivia said, twirling her curling wand.

“I need to do my eyebrows, then we can go.” Alice said as she grabbed her eyebrow palette and took a seat in front of the mirror.

You three finished getting ready in silence, but it wasn’t weird.

~~

After breakfast you three went back to the hotel. You had made an agreement before you got here that you weren’t going to explore until you had the entire day, cuz you all knew that you’d get sidetracked and be late.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Ten past ten,” Alice said as she scrolled through Instagram.

“Where are you meeting him?” Olivia asked as she flipped through the channels on TV, stopping on The Notebook.

“In the hotel he’s staying at,” you answered.

“Ooooh his hotel room,” Alice wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew stop!” you threw a pillow at her. “I don’t see him like that.”

“He’s definitely boyfriend material,” Olivia smirked.

“I don’t even know him!”

“You didn’t know Conor,” said Alice as you glared at her. “Sorry.”

“I just, I just don’t know what I did wrong! Did I say something or not say something. Was I a jerk? Was I too forward? Too clingy? I just don’t understand what I did!” you cried.

“Hey,” Olivia hugged you. “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Nothing. This is not your fault. What happened was completely his fault. And I’m sorry he hasn’t given you answers, but don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sniffled. “He’s at fault here, not me.”

“You should post a picture on Instagram to show him what he’s missing.”

“I should.”

You posted a picture of you at the restaurant you went to this morning. Olivia had taken the picture. It was of you holding a cup of tea, you were looking at the camera smiling. You thought you looked amazing, because you did. Your eyes sparkled with joy and your smile was as bright as the sun.

You posted the picture with the caption that said:

the barista judged me for getting tea instead of coffee…

You decided to curl your hair for the video with Anth. So you were sat on the ground in front of the mirror as Alice and Olivia watched The Notebook.

“Oh my god.” Alice gasped.

“What?” you looked at her through the mirror.

“He liked your picture.”

“Who did?” you sat the curling wand down and turned to face your friends.

“Conor did.”

~~

You went to reply when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you stood up and walked out into the hallway.

“Who’s she talking to?” Olivia asked Alice.

“No idea. But this is getting out of hand,” she sighed.

“Conor needs to stop playing her like this.”

“We have to do something.”

“I know, but what?”

“Hey guys,” you said, walking back in. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you tonight. Have fun at the spa and don’t do anything stupid!”

You walked out of the hotel and waited for your Uber. The ride there was actually nice.

“So where ya headed?” the older lady asked.

“A friend’s house, we’re going to film a cover for his YouTube channel,” you smiled.

“Exciting. How’s your week been?”

“Honestly? It could have been better, but I’m on vacation so I’m not complaining.”

“Do you want to take about it?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, I have a 14 year old. I’m used to talking them through their problems.”

“There’s this guy, and he was really nice but then he did something really rude and he’s been ignoring me since. All I want to know is what I did wrong,” you sighed.

“Have you tried approaching him?”

“Well, he’s kind of famous. So no.”

“Ah, I see. Well do you want my advice as a stranger or a mom?”

“Both.”

“Okay, well my advice as a stranger is to block him on everything and try to forget what happened. He’s not worth it.”

You chuckled, “And your advice as a mom?”

“Try to talk to him. Don’t ask for an apology, just an explanation. If it’s a dumb one then move on. If it’s reasonable then try to work through it.”

“Wow, thank you so much.”

She parked the car and turned around, “Anytime.”

“Here you go,” you gave her your money and exited the vehicle. Once you were on the side walk you turned around, “your child is one lucky kid.”

~~

The walk to Anth’s room was quiet, which allowed you to think. This is the first time since he liked your picture that you’ve had time to think about it.

How fucking dare he do that?

He had no right.

He ignored you for almost 2 weeks then likes your photo.

You were pissed off. He was playing you, or at least trying to. You weren’t going to fall into his tricks anymore. He was a dick and he didn’t deserve you.

You finally arrived to Anth’s room and knocked.

“Hi, you must be Y/n!” he smiled, embracing you in a hug.

“That’s me,” you laughed.

“I have so many ideas,” he said, leading you into the main room of the loft.

“I’m all ears,” you said as you sat down.

“So since you have a higher voice than me I was thinking we could do a duet that was originally sung by a guy and a girl.”

“I agree, do you have any ideas?”

“I have one,” he opened his phone and a song began playing. It was ‘Secret Love Song’ by Little Mix.

“I love this song!” you stood up and began singing along as you danced around the living room.

“And I also wrote a rap for it,” he handed you his notes and you read over them.

“Anth, this is amazing!” you read the lyrics, you were in awe of this boy.

“Thanks,” he stood up. “Are you sure it’s not too scandalous?” he asked as he started to set up the lights.

You grabbed the second light and followed his movements, “Why would you think that?”

He gave you a look.

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah.”

“Did he tell you?”

“No, and you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” you smirked. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.” That wasn’t a complete lie, it still hurt but not as bad.

“Oh thank god, I’ve been dying to know,” he laughed.

So you told the story once more. Explaining what happened, how you felt, how you assumed he felt all while setting up.

“So,” you started, sitting down in front of the camera. “What’s the key to making a cover amazing?”

“All the emotion you feel towards Conor, put it into your singing.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

~~

The recording was amazing. Though you did have to do multiple takes due to laughing, getting distracted or crying uncontrollably.

The one thing you loved about Anth is that he didn’t judge you. The first time you cried while recording, he simply stopped the camera and gave you a tissue. He waited until you told him you were ready.

After finally getting all the footage needed you two ordered pizza.

“Would you mind if I invited my friends over?” you asked, as you took a drink of your water.

“I don’t mind, just make sure they don’t post the location.”

“Got it,” you chuckled as you sent Alice a text telling her they could come over.

“Okay,” you started.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“You know my story, what’s yours?””

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Honestly?” he nodded.

“Why do you think he did it?” you asked shyly.

“I have no clue. You’re an amazing girl and he lucked out.”

“Do you think I did something?”

“The thing with Conor is, he doesn’t know what to do when put into a situation. And half the time, he’ll pick the easy option.”

“That’s the thing though!” you threw your hands up. “I don’t know what situation he was put into.”

“Have you asked him?”

“I was going to, but he unadded me on everything. I took that as a sign to leave him alone.”

There was a knock at the door.

Anth put his hand on your thigh, “I don’t know why he did what he did. Just know, he’s the type of guy that will do anything, and I mean anything to make sure you know he’s sorry.” And with that he got up and answered the door, returning with your two closest friends.

The rest of the night was filled with lots of laughter and good music.

At first it was just videos of you four singing in your loudest voice possible but then it got serious. You got into teams and began battling against each other. So it was fair, Alice and you were on one team while Olivia and Anth on another.

It got super tense when Anth and you were up against each other.

He began rapping which honestly shouldn’t have caught you off guard, but it did. So then you started to sing You & I by One Direction, which caused him to smirk thinking he had won. But when you hit that high note everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit Y/n.” he gasped.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Does that mean I win?”

“I’ll say you won if you agree to do another cover with me.”

“I don’t know,” you trailed off. “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

This caused all four of you to burst out laughing.

But then the door knocked.

“Who else did you invite?” Anth asked.

“No one.” You three said in unison.

“I’ll go check, just in case it’s a fan.” You said walking to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. You did not expect to see him of all people.

Conor Maynard was standing right in front of you.

“Hi.”

anonymous asked:

Can I get 9 for the ot4 for the cuddle prompt?

Alya x Adrien x Marinette x Nino = platonic cuddles from the Cuddle Prompt List

“Yeah, the plane just landed and he says he’s exhausted,” Nino said lowering the phone. They were all sitting on his bed.

“We should have been there and just grabbed him once he got to luggage claim,” Alya grumbled.

 His father would never have let us get away with it,” Marinette said sadly. Then she sat up straighter soon sliding off Nino’s bed. “I’ve got it!”

“Got what,” Alya asked, blinking up at Marinette.

“How to get our Adrien of course!” Marinette stated with a blinding smile.

Tomorrow he’d unpack, right now Adrien just wanted to lay on his bed and decompress.  The trip had been rough and Adrien was just glad to be away from all the designers and photographers and assistants!

There was a tap on from his windows, which Adrien didn’t find really strange. Then a voice called into the room after cracking a window up. “Can I come in?”

Adrien sat up, and there was Ladybug. He waved her in even as he looked at her in confusion.  “What are you doing here?”

Ladybug huffed and crossed her arms.  “Missed you too.”

“Sorry, I think I left most of my brain still in Italy or Greece even,” he told her with an apologetic smile.

“That’s okay, I’m not here for you mind, just your body,” she said with a grin.

That got Adrien’s attention. “What?”

“I’m kidnapping you,” she explained as her grin widened.

Adrien wasn’t sure if it was the jet lag or if the two things she’d said really didn’t match up.  Yet a few minutes later Adrien, not Chat Noir, was swinging over the rooftops of Paris.  He was being held by Ladybug as he kept his arms around her neck.  Plagg tucked into his shirt pocket asleep, never stirring when Adrien had picked him up before being carried off by the hero.

The wind did feel good on his skin as they flew through the night air and soon ended up on the roof across the street from Nino’s place. Things were starting to make more sense as Adrien saw the window to Nino’s room open and the light on, music floating on the breeze.

One more sing and they were inside Nino’s room.  Adrien barely had let go of Ladybug before he was tackled by Nino and Alya. 

“We’ve missed you so much,” Alya muttered into his side even as he was being nearly squeezed to death by Nino.

“I’ve missed you all a lot too,” Adrien said as he relaxed into the twin embrace.

“So we know you’re exhausted,” Marinette said as she sat on the bed, Tikki flying over to Adrien to try to drag the sleepy cat kwami out of his shirt pocket. “So we decided that some cuddling and some movies until we all feel asleep was a good plan.”

“I always love your plans,” Adrien said with a grin.  The three of them crawled onto the bed with Marinette and after a few minutes they four of them were all snuggled up together.  It was a few minutes before they realized no one actually had turned on a movie, but none of them mentioned it to the others.  Just being together again was good.

It’s Just a Prank, Brugh

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 1,000 
Request; Hi, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Can you write an jmagine where Shawn goes to my parents’ house and I really don’t want him to see my room because I used to be really big fan of magcon? But my fav boy was gilinsky or cam? And he gets jealous? – Anon
Note: I’ve never watched anything to do with Magcon and don’t even know who any of them are, so I changed it a bit. I hope you don’t mind :) 

Originally posted by mendesgif


I saw Shawn before he even noticed me. So, like any totally sane person would, I ran over and jumped onto his back. He let out a yelp, catching the attention of Jon who quickly whipped around, fully ready to tackle whoever was attacking Superstar Shawn Mendes in the middle of a crowded airport.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack Lander?” He yelled over the sound of screaming fangirls. I poked my tongue out at him, making him laugh, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Shawn’s cheek.

“I missed you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Shawn teased. Sticking my tongue out again, I was totally prepared to lick him, knowing he hated it, but he jerked to the side before I could reach him, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I missed you too.”

With a quick peck on the lips, I was about to get off his back when he wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me in place. I didn’t question it. After four months of being apart, I was content with any contact with him. Although we did get some funny looks as we walked through the airport to luggage claim.

Once we were finally out of the view of his fans, Shawn placed me back on the floor and turned around, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. My arms inside his zip-up hoodie as I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth his body radiated.

I tried not to think about the horrible sent of his shirt. Thanks stale plain air for ruining this moment.

We stayed like that for stayed like that until someone called Shawn to collect his bag. Once everyone had their stuff, we were off through the airport again. After being stopped by a few fans for photos, and Andrew’s little chat with a security guard, we were being guided through the back of the building, leading us safely to where cars waited to pick everyone up, along with Shawn’s Jeep I drove here in.

Shawn let go of my hand so he could say bye to the team. The last person was Jon who whispered something in his ear before patting him on the back. Soon enough I was sat in the passenger side of while Shawn adjusted his seat to accommodate his long ass noodle legs.

“Jesus woman, how small are you?”

“You’re the one who wanted to drive home. I brought you the car in one piece, didn’t I?” I fought back. Shawn laughed and leaned over, finally kissing me properly in months. And while it was nice, there was plenty of time for this later on.

“Come on, I want to get home just as much as you do.” Shawn rolled his eyes and buckled his belt. He was about to start the engine when I stopped him, holding out my hand, “Give it in.”

I didn’t need to explain as he dug his phone out his pocket, handing it to me. He already knew how anxious I got in cars on a good day, let alone when he decided to use bloody snapchat while driving.

“How’s school been?” He asked while pulling out the hidden car park, turning onto another back street so to keep away from any fans or paps that might want to follow us home.

“Boring, although University exams are surprisingly easy compared to high school.”

We fell into easy conversation as we drove home. Every now and again, I would look over at him, and a warm feeling would spread inside me as I watched his nose scrunch up when he laughed, or when a small smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as he talked about something that happened on tour. And all I could think about was how happy I was for him to finally be home, even if it was only for a little while.

Before I knew it, Shawn was pulling into his drive.

“I think your parents are still at work.” I told him as he locked the car, “But you can come to mine until they get back.”

“Sure.” He smiled and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me across the road to my house. Dad and Marie’s car was gone, but Jon’s was still there so I didn’t bother trying to fishing my key from my pocket before entering.

We said a quick hi to Derick and Lillie who were in the living room before running upstairs. Laughter erupted from Jon’s room down the hall. I thought I heard Mike talking in there, but I didn’t have the chance to check before Shawn started pulling me up the stairs leading to my room on the third floor.

“God, I’ve missed this room.” Shawn said as he pushed the door open, instantly jumping on my bed. I laughed at his enthusiasm, but froze when I noticed something, someone, plastered all over my walls.

“I swear I didn’t do this.” I tried to say with a straight face, but that’s hard to do when you have thirty-odd versions of your boyfriend’s face staring back at you.

“Well, whoever did it manged to do a good job.” Yeah, and I had a pretty good idea who it was. Honestly, I didn’t even know what to think anymore. Like, they managed to get every spare spot of my walls covered! They even got above my bookshelves.

Before I could even start taking the posters off my walls, Jon, Mike and Que came bounding up the stairs, laughing their asses off as they entered my room.

“What the hell?” Is all I managed before noticing the camera in Que’s hand and everything clicked into place. Stupid YouTube and it’s stupid prank videos.

“That’s disappointing. We thought you’d have a bigger reaction.” Jon pouted playfully.

“Yeah, whatever, have fun taking these down.” They all had the look of annoyance on their face, but didn’t complain as they began stripping the posters. Meanwhile, I joined Shawn on the bed, already planning on how I was going to get them back.

TATINOF After Show.

Hello, Love bugs!

Phil X Reader

Warnings- Smut, Swears.

hii 🌸💕 I absolutely adoreee your writing and I was wondering if a Phil smut could be possible? Maybe one where Phil just came home from tatinof of and the reader and him do the *clicks tongue*. Lmao, thank you !!


You had been sitting at the airport for the last twenty minutes. You had been waiting for Phil and Dan to get back from the American leg of the Tatinof tour. You had promised Phil that no matter what time he would get back you would be there to welcome him back home. You were regretting it just a tad as it was two in the morning and you did have to sit on the floor of the baggage claim. It didn’t matter. You were prepared to tape your eyes open if you had to. Just as you were about to think about closing your eyes for a few seconds your phone started to ring with the familiar tune of Phil calling you. You couldn’t unlock your phone quick enough to answer. It had been at least a full twenty-four hours since you had heard from him. Between travelling and the difference in time zones, you hadn't really heard anything from Phil and you never realised how you could miss another human like you did. 

“Hello love.” You knew you had a stupid giant grin on your face but you couldn’t care less.

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BokuAkaKuroTsukki go to Brazil

This is my submission to @not-haikyuu ‘s secret santa. I was @hidingfromthehotties ‘s secret santa. I hope you have fun reading this story, as much as I had writing it at least! Have a great 2017!!


BokuAkaKuroTsukki - Secret Santa

“How can I pack if you don’t tell me where we’re going?” Tsukishima asked Bokuto who waved his hand dismissively.

“Just pack like you would for any trip.” Kuroo said from the couch where he was snuggling with Akaashi.

“Have you two packed?” Akaashi asked as he flipped through channels on the TV.

“Pftt… Of course not. The trip is only tomorrow night. We’ll have plenty of time to pack tomorrow.” Bokuto replied and Tsukishima rolled his eyes before walking to their room where he could pack.

But of course they nearly missed the flight because Bokuto and Akaashi had taken forever to start packing. They ran through the airport looking like a bunch of dogs chasing a rabbit. Bokuto ran ahead and asked a guy about flight JJ 637. The guy gave Bokuto a paper and the latter turned to his boyfriends.

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Reunited With My Boys

I stood back, leaning against the wall, letting the crowd surge forward as the people began to emerge from the doors. Tired travellers shot the large group a quick look, but continued on their path, not paying them any attention.

My hands fiddled with the sign in my hand as I shifted on my feet, my eyes following the various people as they walked past. As the gathered crowd began to scream and cheer, my eyes were drawn back to them, and I smiled at their excitement, but remained standing against the back wall. They all moved as one, surging forward before shuffling back when security showed up. Many eyes were drawn towards the crowd, people wondering what all the excitement was about, especially since the subjects were hidden within the mass.


It was probably about twenty minutes later when the crowd finally died down, and two guys emerged, smiles plastered on their face, but underneath that was a layer of tiredness. Seeing them walk forward, I lift up my sign and smile, waiting for them to notice.

Caspar does first, his smile seeming to grow even more. He nudges the person next to him, nodding towards me after getting a questioning look. That’s when our eyes meet, and his entire body changes. I watch as Joe’s eyes drop slightly, reading the sign held in front of my chest before he brings them back up to meet mine again.

“You are adorable.” Is the first words out of his mouth as soon as we are a few steps away. My body moves on its own, stepping forward and into his arms, our bodies fitting together in a tight embrace.

“I missed you.” I say into his ear, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent, absorbing his warmth. “You aren’t allowed to leave again.”

“I missed you too, love.” He replies, and I feel him kiss my temple. We remain in each others arms for another minute or so before Caspar interrupts.

“Alright, come on. I want my hug from Y/N too.” The taller man gentle slaps at our arms, and we all laugh as Joe and I pull apart, before I sidestep into Caspar’s open arms, embracing him as well.

“I missed you too, Caspar.” I say as we pull apart, grinning up at him.

Instinctively, my body leans into the one next to me as Joe wraps an arm around my waist, dropping one more kiss on the top of my head.

“Were you waiting long?” He asks, as we all turn to head towards the luggage claim.

“Not really. Probably waited longer for you to great your adoring fans than anything.” I reply, laughing at the boys faces they pulled.

“I love them, really, I do.” Caspar says, “But I just wanted to walk out, grab my bag, and go home. I’m knackered.” I feel Joe hum in agreement.

“Well, you know they appreciated you stopping. It was cute watching them get excited.” I tell them, knowing how much they loved meeting their fans, no matter how tired.

“Plus, we saved the best for last.” Joe says, smirking down at me.

“Well of course!” I nudge him with my hip as we stop to wait for their bags to make their way around. “But I must say, I am very happy to have my boys back. It’s been very lonely, and quiet, without you two around.”

“Joe’s glad to be back too, he hasn’t shut up about you since we left.”

“Shut up, Caspar!”

“Oh like she doesn’t know, mate.”

I listen to the two banter back and forth, watching for their bags so they don’t miss them.

“Quite bickering like an old married couple, your bags are coming up!” I stop them, pushing Joe forward.


It isn’t long before we are sat in the car, heading back into London.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive you both going on tour later this year.” I say quietly, my head resting on Joe’s shoulder, our hands intertwined on his lap. Caspar is already falling asleep against the window to my right, and I can tell Joe is fighting sleep in the quiet of the car.

“Guess you’ll just have to join us.” Joe manages to say around a yawn, and I feel him rest his head on mine.

“Hmm, guess so.” I reply, giving his hand a squeeze. “Don’t fall asleep, or you’ll be all messed up.” He offers a small noise in response, but I know he’s already asleep.

I meet the drivers eyes in the rearview mirror and give him a smile, he smiles back and turns the soft music up slightly, continuing the drive home.

I close my own eyes, happy to be sat between my two boys in the back seat, even if they were both fast asleep.

100 Days: Chapter One I Happy Birthday

Summary: Everyone is born with a soul mate. On their twentieth birthday, they are hit with the feeling of being in love. One hundred days is all that is given until time is up, and Rebirth is in action. Or death.

Word Count: 2385

Group: Bangtan Boys

Genre: Angst/Fluff

A/N: Okay, here is chapter one. No member from BTS is here, but they will appear in future chapters. For now, you are given a bit of info on you, and the situation you are in. Don’t know when the next chapter comes out. Sorry. -Hartwood

< Prologue I Chapter Two >


How many times have you stared at that fucking letter? You let out a dry laugh. Too many times.

Congratulations!

Why congratulate someone who could die if they can’t find their other half? Why congratulate someone who could go through Rebirth, or disappear altogether, after one hundred days?

There is nothing special about love. There is nothing great about love that could possibly get you killed if you can’t find it. What kind of world would do this to people? Apparently the world you live in now. A world you are born in where you already have a soul mate. A world where it only gives you one hundred days to find that other person or you go through Rebirth. Or worse, die.

You wanted to rip up the paper, throw it away, or better yet, burn it. You didn’t want the world to give you a certain amount of days to find that one person you have never met, yet you were already in love with this unknown person. That wasn’t fair. You didn’t know this person. You never met them. How would you know that you love them? What if the two of you never find one another?

You stared down at the one black bird on your inner, left wrist. Your lover gets another Rebirth while you die? How was that fair for you?

You couldn’t help but wonder what happened in your previous lives that you dwindled all the way down to one life. Did you not find love? From the way you’re acting now, you most likely won’t find love in this lifetime as well.

Many people dreaded turning twenty. No one knew how many lives they had left, and if they’ll ever find love in this lifetime. You were dreading your birthday the past three days. Your mind kept wandering to the birds that would appear on your birthday. How many Rebirths do you have? Did you just start?

However, when you woke up screaming in pain coming from your wrist, your answers were answered when you saw one black bird at the base of your wrist.

Your parents were dreading your birthday, too. They would lose their only child at the age of twenty if you didn’t find love. You didn’t want to put them through that. Especially when you’re on your last life.

You were brought back to the real world when the sound of the front door opening was heard. You looked up to see your parents walk into the kitchen and look at you with sad eyes, but they tried their best to keep a bright smile. You hid your inked wrist. “Happy birthday,” your mother said, making her way towards you with open arms.

You stood from your seat and welcomed the warm hug. “Thank you,” you said, voice cracking.

“Will you be staying?” your father asked.

You pulled away from the hug and shook your head. You picked up the plane ticket that came with the letter and handed it to your father. “South Korea. Plane leaves in two hours.”

Your mother took you in her arms again. Hugging you tighter than before. “Have you packed?” she asked, and you nodded. “You have to find him, okay? I want you to come home to us. Do you understand?” She tried her best to keep her voice stern.

You hugged her just as tight. “I will,” you whispered, not caring that your voice wavered and tears were rolling down your cheeks.

You opened your eyes to a blinding light that came from the little window. After letting your eyes adjust to the light the sun was emitting, you checked your wrist watch for the time. You couldn’t help but sigh as you read half past 7 in the morning. All you wanted was sleep, but the trying to get comfortable in an airplane seat is difficult. Even though you have the row to yourself, the child kicking your chair behind you, and the man who decided to lean his chair back, you couldn’t get comfortable even if you tried.

Much to your luck though, the intercom came to life, announcing that the plan will be landing in five minutes. You buckled up, watching as the man in front of you wake up, bring his seat back up, and buckle up. You sighed in relief.

Leg room! You thought, stretching your leg as far as the limited space gave you.

You waited patiently as the plane landed, people got up from their seat to leave, you being last, and slowly making your way towards luggage claim. You watched as all different shapes and sizes of luggage go round and round until yours finally came into view. You heaved your luggage out from the carousel, setting it down, and pulled up the handle, and pulled your luggage with you.

You couldn’t help but sigh as you finally stepped through the airport doors and into the crisp, cool air. You weren’t really sure as to what you were supposed to do now. Where were you supposed to go? Where are you staying?

You looked around to see everyone walk in and out of the airport, towards taxis, and hug others as if they haven’t seen one another in a long time. They all knew what they were doing while you stood there like an idiot unsure of what to do. As your eyes traveled around, you saw a little off to the left a man holding a white paper with your name written on it. You were surprised to see your name, but you didn’t think much of it because at the bottom of your name Seven Birds was printed on the white paper. You made your way towards him and gave a polite smile. However, the man kept his straight face as he grabbed a hold of your luggage and placed it in the open trunk. You watched the elder as he closed the trunk, opened the back door, and waited for you to get into the black vehicle. You were hesitant, but afraid of the stare the man was giving you, so you climbed into the car. He closed the door behind you, went around the vehicle, climbed in the driver side, and started the engine.

The two of you were quiet throughout the car ride. You looked out the window and onto the foreign land you will now be living in. It wasn’t like home, but it was full of people. It reminded you of Metropolis from Superman. Busy, rushed, and exciting.

You couldn’t help but wonder how Seven Birds knew who your other half would be. It would have been smart to have payed attention in class when your teacher discussed what Seven Birds did. The only thing you remembered was that you were taken care of by the corporation. Once they knew who your lover was, they provided you with a location as to where your first love would be, a place for you to live in, some money to survive the first three months, and a job. You had your whole life set up for you, and all you had to do was go to work and find your other half.

Simple, right?

No. It wasn’t, and you knew it wasn’t.

You were on the brink of death, and if you couldn’t find this other person before your hundred days were up, you were dead.

How were you going to tell your parent’s that this was your last chance? Write them a letter before you died? Email them? Call them?

You shook your head. You couldn’t call them. If you heard the sound of your parents breaking because you said nothing the day your left, you would die heartbroken rather than out of time. You would have to figure out what to do when the days were closer.

The car jolted to a stop, jerking you forward. You looked up at the man, ready to question him, but he was already out of the car and at the trunk. You let out an irritated sigh and got out of the car. He placed your luggage in front of you, reached into his suit pocket, and pulled out a white envelope. He held it out in front of you, you took it with curiosity. You stared down at the sealed envelope, and looked back up at him to ask him why he handed it to you, but he was already climbing into his car. You turned around to watch him leave.

“He’s friendly,” you muttered, opening the envelope. Two pieces of paper slid onto your palm. “Must be the apartment code.” The second paper read 5th floor. You turned back around to look up at a modern six story apartment building. The building was white with a reddish brown strip on the side of it. The picture windows would let a lot of sun in. You pulled the handle up, and made your way inside the building.

You rode the elevator up five floors. You exited the elevator. You looked left, then you looked right. This is where you were stuck. You didn’t know which apartment was yours, so your decided to start with the right side of the building. You walked down the hall. Was it smart to just walk up to a door and punch in the code? What if someone opened the door while you were in the middle of putting in the numbers. That would be embarrassing. You were ready to turn around and try the other side until you saw a red rose on the floor in front of one of the doors. You turned around and looked down the other hall. There was nothing on the floor. You shrugged and walked towards the door. Picking up the rose, your brought it to your nose to let in the rosy scent invade your nostrils.

On the door was a white card with a black bird. You pulled the card off and stared at the card. A single black bird was the only thing on the card. You ripped up the card. It was as if the corporation was reminding you that you had one life left. You pulled out the piece of paper and punched in the code. The sound of success filled the quiet hall. You opened the door.

The walls were creamed colored as you closed the door behind you. The wooden floors giving the place a warm vibe. You walked further into the apartment and noticed that it wasn’t empty. To your left was the living room where a black sofa was pressed up against the wall, a white coffee table placed in front of it. On the other side of the sofa was a stand with a television. To your left was the kitchen and a table pressed against the far wall with four chairs surrounding it. You walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinets. It was full of plates, bowls, and cups. You opened a drawer to see silverware. The fridge was full of food. You walked back into the living room and opened the door next to the television. A desk with a computer and bookshelf occupied the room with a little loveseat at the corner of the room.

You were honestly surprised that Seven Birds gave you a computer and books that you actually liked. In the middle of the apartment, across from the front door, were two doors. You opened the one closest to the living room to see a bathroom. You could see shampoo, conditioner, and other important things. You closed the door and opened the door next to it. It was your bedroom. A bed that could fit two people was in the center of the room against the wall. A closet was to its left, a dresser against the wall on the right, and a little desk next to it. You were a little afraid as to how much Seven Birds knew you as you stared at the blue bedsheet.

In the back of your mind you were grateful that they made you feel at home, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable.

Your phone chimed. You pulled it out and opened the text message.

Welcome to your new home! Everything is set up to your liking, and in the drawer in the spare room is an envelope with some won that can last you for three months. You will be working at the bookstore down the block called Sanctuary Book Store. We wish you the best in finding love! -Seven Birds

You tossed your phone on the bed and walked towards the spare room. You opened the door and walked right towards the computer desk. You pulled open the drawer and saw a blue envelope inside it. Your shaky hand grabbed the envelope, opened it, and pulled out the money the text had said.

You were definitely freaked out. The lectures from your teacher were right.

This day had been nothing but a pain. Twenty hours ago you woke up with a scorching pain on your wrist. You have one life left. You had to leave your parents to travel to a whole new country to find someone. Your mind was a mess.

Your phone chimed from your bedroom. You placed the envelope down and made your way out of the spare and into your room. You picked up the phone to read another text from Seven Birds.

In the drawer is the language pill. Please take it. The pill will come in to affect after six hours. -Seven Birds.

You groaned, opening the dresser drawer and pulled out a red pill. You placed it in your mouth, tilted your head back, and swallowed. It went down with ease.

You lied on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. Your mind wandered to the unknown man that will be the love of your life.

Is he handsome?

What did he do for a living?

How will you know he’s the one?

What if your emotions got the best of you and you assumed a random man was him?

These were what filled your thoughts as exhaustion took over, and you were fast asleep.


“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.” -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Home (Dok2)

Anonymous asked: I’m the dok2 anon from last night! Here is the plot: it’s the first time you’re the one leaving him behind for a month because of work, he’s not used to it so it really hits him hard, so when you return he even goes to the airport, and you’re like babe did you miss me that much? And he’s like not that much, but the kids (his pets) really did, trying to play it cool but he can’t and he even seems about to cry. I love you so much! Sorry It’s so long, I’m such an excited nerd, but thank you so much

Originally posted by boogiecore

    “Okay, don’t forget to eat enough, keep an eye out for creeps, and if you need anything, call me. Any time, day or night.”

    “Thank you, Joon-kyung,” you said sincerely, squeezing his hand. He leaned in to kiss you one last time, long and lovingly, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You were going to miss that… When he started to pull back you tightened your arms around him again, holding him in a long embrace. Just one month, you told yourself. One month.

    But that didn’t mean your heart didn’t hurt when you pulled back and said your final farewells, or that when you waved to him one last time from the far side of security you didn’t feel terribly sad.

    As you sat in your seat in the plane, waiting to go, your phone buzzed, and you smiled as you opened the text from Joon-kyung: safe travels, babe. see you soon.

    You quickly texted back: thank you! gotta put my phone in airplane mode now- i’ll let you know when i get there. love you, Joon.

*****

    That night you spent some time roaming Tokyo; you ate at a tasty restaurant, but you never usually ate at restaurants without Joon-kyung, and it made you feel melancholy. Once you were in your hotel room, you called him, but his phone was off. You figured he must have been in the studio. Oh well…

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    The month flew by, to your relief. You were in and out of meetings most days and you spent your free time exploring since you hadn’t been to Japan before. You and Joon-kyung were both busy, but you managed to talk on the phone every few days or so. He said he was doing well, being productive, and always that he missed you. He traveled frequently, but this was the first time you were leaving him, and you knew he was probably taking it harder than he admitted.

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JENNIFER- “It looks like everything is in order here.  If you can hold on for just a second I will print out your boarding pass.  Your flight is on time and you can begin boarding in about an hour.  Is there anything else you need Mr. Gioberrti?”

                 I heard her, but for some reason no words came out of my mouth. I                  just continued to look at her….and finally…

JENNIFER- “Mr. Giobertti?  Are you okay?  Is there anything else you need?”

MATAIS- “Oh…no…I am sorry…no there is nothing else.  Thank you.”

JENNIFER- “And thank you for using Simsnited Airlines and I hope you have a great flight…are you moving to San Myshuno?”

MATAIS- “Yes…I am.  And thank you again.”

JENNIFER- “You are welcome, and enjoy your new home once you get there.  You can take your luggage to the baggage claim area, you have a baggage ticket attached to your boarding pass to put onto your bag.  Again, enjoy your flight.

            As I walked away, I felt I should have said more, maybe even get her                 number, but chances were she lived here in Oasis Springs, and it was               going to be a long time before I got back here, if ever.

Hot Mess

Because I’m still pissed off that I’m watching this stupid show even though it makes no sense and wtf even was that finale, and just I’ve held out so long because of Dylan, and I’m not sure I can anymore. SO to make myself feel better I wrote this /sort of/ fix it fic, but really you don’t have to have been watching like me to appreciate it. (In fact you’re probably better off.) It’s Sterek obviously.

<This year was a hot mess.

<It’s probably good you weren’t around. Although, it still would have been a hot mess if you were, but… at least you would have been here.

<I kind of miss you.

<Like a lot actually.

Stiles honestly doesn’t expect a response. He hasn’t really gotten one from Derek in a while, not since Braeden came back into town with the Desert Wolf trailing after her. Which for a mercenary, Braeden sucks at doing her job. That’s besides the point though. He texts Derek anyway because it’s more cathartic than anything even if no one responds. Derek’s probably changed his number or become a hermit caveman type that doesn’t use anything man-made.

<I got stabbed in the chest with a shard of glass, you know. Okay so I landed on a shard of glass, whatever. It still hurt, and there was blood. 

<It would make dealing with this disaster a lot easier for me if you were here. But I get it. You’re being one with nature and taking a break and all that.

<Although, I hope that’s not literal and you’re like buried somewhere and that’s why you’re not responding.

<God, no wonder she didn’t say anything when she came back. Did your girlfriend leave you for dead somewhere in the desert????

>She’s not my girlfriend.

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Explanation

Part 2 to Flying

I stand beside the luggage claim, watching the man I had just spent the past eight hours with on a place, the man I had told many private things to, get surrounded by people asking for photographs and autographs. I didn’t know what to think, or what to do.

I was confused as to why Joe was surrounded, although I had gathered he was famous in some way.


For some reason, I stay where I am, letting the people move past me as I watch Joe smile at phones, leaning in close to people for a picture. Then his eyes meet mine across the crowd, and he falters briefly, but keeps the positive look on his face, before excusing himself and walking over towards me. I shift awkwardly as the various girls gathered follow Joe with their eyes, pointing towards me and whispering.

“Y/N.” Joe says, stopping in front of me, glancing over his shoulder briefly. “I can explain. Please.”

I watch the group over his shoulder, and can already imagine the rumours being spread. I’m tempted to turn and walk away, act as if I never met Joe, just go back to my regular life, but I don’t. I look back at him and nod.

“Okay. Call me tomorrow, and we’ll go get coffee so you can explain.” The look of relief on Joe’s face, and the smile that spreads across his lips, it tells me I made the right decision.

“Thank you. I’ll call you, I promise.” He says, taking a few steps back, but his eyes stay locked on me. You won’t regret this, Y/N.” Joe says before turning and walking back over to the group. I stand watching him for another minutes before turning and heading towards the door, leaving the airport.


Two days later, I’m sat across from Joe in a coffee shop, blinking at him.

“YouTube star?”

“I don’t really like saying star.” Joe flinches, looking at me. “I don’t feel like a star.”

“Joe, you have over seven million people subscribed to you.” I shake my head, still having trouble wrapping my head around the story Joe had told me about how he got into YouTube. “I think you can call yourself a star.”

Instead he shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee. “I just film myself being an idiot and post it online.”

I smile at how modest Joe is, although its still clear he loves what he does. I had heard of some YouTubers, but never really watched them, which explained why I didn’t recognize Joe when I saw him on the plane.

“So, is this why you were so nervous when I asked about your work in LA?” I had been going over that moment from our conversation after I left Joe that day in the airport, realizing he hadn’t really lied about his work.

Joe smiles sheepishly, “Yeah, sorry I didn’t tell you the truth exactly.” His fingers fiddle with a packet of sugar. “When I realized you didn’t recognize me, I don’t know, I felt kind of free, so I didn’t want to bring it up in case you did recognize me.”

“You wanted to just be you.”

“Exactly. And it was quite refreshing being able to talk to someone who doesn’t watch my videos.” Joe shakes his head. “Not that I don’t enjoy talking with my viewers, but it was nice being just Joe instead of Joe Sugg.”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink so I can think about everything.


“And how was being just Joe?” I finally ask.

“Well, I got to meet a pretty amazing girl.” I blush at his words. “And hopefully she will want to see me again even after everything I just told her.”

I study him for a moment, thinking about if my feelings for Joe had changed at all. If anything, they had grown. I understood why he kept it a secret before, and did appreciate him coming clean to me. Plus it was obvious he was passionate about what he did, and thoroughly enjoyed doing it.

Despite everything though, I had never had a connection with someone like I did with Joe on that plane ride. He made me feel so calm and comfortable, and talking with him felt so natural. Plus the attraction I felt to him was undeniable.

“Hm,” I say, noticing the nervous look on Joe’s face. “I think she will definitely want to see you again.” I finish, reaching across the table to take his hand in mine.

Mistletoe: a Josh Dun imagine part 9

Y/N: Okay guys idk how long I should make this… Should part 10 be the end? I don’t know. Depends if you guys want this to last longer than Christmas or not. Please go to my ask box and let me know by tonight so I can either write an ending or start on my other Christmas requests! Thank you xoxo

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Being back on the plane with Josh, leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed, his fingers drumming a beat on your arm, the two of you headed to the studio, you felt right at home. The events that took place this morning had completely shocked you. To hear your grandma so willingly let you go, and your grandpa to comply as well, it was astonishing, but you weren’t going to spend another second letting them change their mind. It didn’t take too long for you and Josh to pack up your things, give your grandparents a hug and a kiss, and then fly out. It was a miracle that the flight was even open, and at the rate things were going, you’d be able to get to Tyler by tomorrow morning, Christmas Eve. When you and Josh had both finished a nap, there was about an hour left of the plane ride, and you found yourselves talking about Tyler. “He’s amazing,” Josh sighed. “Definitely my best friend.”

“I can’t wait to meet him,” you smiled.

“He’ll love you,” Josh reassured. “I bet he’s working hard at the studio, probably wrote a song or something. He’s great like that, you know? He writes on the road or wherever he can, thinks up these great ideas, puts them into these songs. It’s unbelievable how talented Tyler is. Sometimes I think…”

“What?” you wondered, eyes growing soft as Josh’s voice faded out.

“Nah,” he shook his head, forcing out a light laugh.

“Josh,” you pressed, worried.

“Sometimes I don’t think I’m meant to be in a band with Tyler,” he whispered. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just dragging him down. I feel like he does all the work sometimes. I’m just the drummer.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You’re so amazing, you’ve won how many awards, and you work so hard. It’s a combined effort, both you and Tyler. Think of all the times Tyler needed another person’s input, someone to help create a song, edit lyrics, find a perfect rhythm. He needs someone else to lean on, he can’t do this alone. You’re the reason this band is such a success, too. It’s both of you.”

“I don’t know,” he murmured, looking distraught.

“What made you think of this all of a sudden?” you asked, concerned. “I thought you were happy and okay. I mean, your eyes lit up when you started talking about Tyler, but it’s like something went wrong.”

“I was overthinking,” he admitted. “Just wondering if maybe he didn’t want me over for the holidays. If he sees me come into the studio and regrets it, because he’s doing such a great job without me there. Or he sees you and gets jealous or angry. I don’t know. It sounds stupid I’m sure, but I guess it’s just my doubt. It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” you reassured. “Just please listen to me, okay?”

“Yeah?” he looked at you, cocoa eyes full of confusion and distress.

“Tyler thinks you’re awesome,” you told him. “And I think you’re awesome, too. If you can’t see in that in the mirror when you wake up every single morning, you must be blind. You’re such a blessing to have in my, Joshua. And I haven’t even known you for that long. I just think all of that, all those things you’re scared of, it’s just in your head. I know because I have those kind of thoughts too sometimes. But we just have to push through, drown them out, and look to the future. You know why?”

“Why?” he inquired, suddenly smiling.

“Because in fifteen minutes we’ll be arriving at the airport, and your best friend in the entire world is going to want to see a smile on your face,” you explained. “And I don’t want anything stopping you from giving him that.”

Sure enough, the things you said were spot on true. Because as soon as you stepped into the airport and claimed your luggage, you spotted Tyler staring right at Josh, displaying a huge toothy grin. “You okay, y/n?” Josh wondered, looking at you, curious of what you might be staring at.

“I think somebody wants to see you,” you smirked, nudging him in the shoulder and pointing right at Tyler. The look on Josh’s face was priceless as his eyes became aglow, his lips curled up in a smile, dropping his suitcase and instantly racing towards his best friend. It made you giggle when you watched them greet each other with a hug, then pulled back to perform their classic handshake. They were definitely as close, if not closer, than Josh had described them to be. You saw them wrapped in each other’s arms, finally together again, and you saw Josh open his eyes, stare right at you. “Happy?” You asked this as you approached him and watched as his grin spread even wider.

“I’m with the two people I love most in the world,” Josh laughed. “What do you think?”

12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 11

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10

Maggie takes Alex home to Blue Springs for the holiday.

Because #GiveMaggieSawyerABackstory2k17 is not at all a theme for this collection. Naaah.

I also use the prompt from Anon: “christmas sanvers: cuddling by the fire on christmas eve. Its late, its snowing and isn’t it wonderful?”


Alex had gone quiet when the plane landed in Nebraska, her eyes wide but smiling as she watched Maggie come home; as she watched Maggie develop a swagger that was at once the same and vastly different than the one she had in National City; as she watched her greet everyone in the airport by name, watched her slap one of the security guards on the back and send her love to his kids; as she watched her swerve into the only airport coffee shop still open this time of night to pull the teenage employee into a hug; as she watched her haul their luggage out of baggage claim and elaborately handshake the sole staffer in the place, a Santa hat skewed on his head, before he pulled a small ring of keys out of his pocket and tossed them into her hands, saying “Your pops dropped it off earlier, it’s in your usual space in the lot. And this must be your girl?”

Alex blinked a couple times and stepped up to the man, his green eyes studying her face with a keenness that made her gulp.

“Alex Danvers,” she told him, offering her hand. He took it and had a surprisingly light grasp considering the intensity of his stare.

“Tom Benson,” he returned, a smile taking over his entire face at the firmness of Alex’s grasp. “It’s Doctor Danvers, right? Mags won’t shut up about how geniusy her girlfriend is. Or how hot – or, what is it you said, absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on – and I gotta say, the woman has a point.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Maggie said, but she looked utterly pleased as Alex squirmed with a burning red face. “Tom and I were the only out kids in our high school; kinda bonds you, even when the other person’s an ass.” She shoved her shoulder into his and he just laughed.

“You realize you’re a third my size, don’t you, Sawyer? Although,” he turned to Alex again, still grasping her hand with his, “some of the guys decided to beat the gay outta me when we were I was a junior and this one was just a wee sophomore. She was suspended for a week for the sheer amount of damage she did to the quarterback’s pretty face.” He pulled Alex closer to him. “She just barely avoided getting slammed with criminal charges, but don’t tell her other cop friends, okay?”

Alex laughed. “Somehow I don’t think they’d be in the least surprised.”

“You know she’s never brought anyone home before – ”

Tommy – ”

“I’m just sayin. I expect a full report on how meeting the family goes, right?”

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Godfather

Originally posted by uuuhshiny

Pairing: Godfather!Crowleyxreader
Word count: 545
Warnings: Talk of death, talk of drunk driving
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. Reader (a minor) after a string of events ends up with Mark sheppard as their guardian? Scared reader and fluffy mark trying to help? Could really use a dad right now.


This wasn’t how life was supposed to go. This wasn’t what you had seen on television growing up. Your life was supposed to be happiness, family reunions, coming home for Christmas in college, your parents crying at your wedding, and everything else that came with a happy family.

Instead, you were on a plane to your Godfather’s. Your parents had died in a car accident, and your Godfather was taking you in. You loved him, he was a great guy, but he wasn’t your parents. You’d grown up visiting him whenever you could, Skyping with him when you needed advice, or a good laugh.

At fourteen, your life was going to be turned upside down. It wasn’t like your Godfather was just anyone. Nope. Your Godfather was Mark Sheppard, an actor. A very famous actor, at that. You were aware that your private life would be a bit less private now, that you grieving would also come with a great deal of anger. Anger at the drunk driver who had hit your parents. Anger at the people who would plaster your loss everywhere. Anger at the loss of your friends. Sure, you could text, and Skype. But, you would be in a new school, a new town, new everything.

Wiping a tear off your cheek, you sighed and started moving out of your seat. You’d been spaced out that you’d already landed. When had that happened? Reaching into the overhead compartment, you grabbed your carry on and moved through the small isle.

The airport was full of people smiling, chatting about happier events. You kept your eyes trained ahead of you. Mark had told you that he’d meet you near the luggage claim, so that neither of you would miss the other.

Once you spotted him, a small smile played on your lips. He felt eyes on him and turned towards you. You ran to him, and he held you close.  "Hello, Y/N. I’m so sorry.“ He said gently, letting you go.

Nodding you sighed. "Thanks, Mark.” Looking over the luggage, you spotted yours and grabbed it. “I hope I’m not coming at a bad time.”

“Of course not.” He told you, taking the bag from you. “You’ve always been like a daughter to me, and that’s exactly how you’ll be treated. You start school next week, so this way you have time to relax and get used to things.” He explained.

Your friends had offered to let you stay longer, but you’d been living between them for the past three weeks as things were sorted out, things packed, and the like. Walking out into the warm air, you looked around. It was the first time stepping out of that airport without your mother and father.

He led you to his car and put your bags in the trunk. “Your room has a bed, and the basic necessities. Sarah will take you shopping for all the extras. I want you to feel at home, Y/N.” Mark told you gently. “Don’t worry, the mean father in me will come out soon enough. You’ll get a run down of the rules before school starts.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his tone. He’d always been like that. Funny discussing serious things. Maybe you’d be okay after all.