luggage claim


Originally posted by mercyonmendes

Pairing: Shawn x Reader x Aaliyah

Request: Hello I would like to request something, so I was thinking of this cute imagine where you supposed to be visiting Shawn in Canada but his flight gets delayed so you get there and he isn’t there and he’s a little worried because it’s your first time in Canada and you’re not answering your phone or anything just to find out that you decided to spend the entire day with his sister instead?

Warnings: Me attemping to write fluff = chaos so dont expect it to be good lmao

A/N: Ok so like this isnt long its kinda short and i apoligize for that but like i’m writing back to back imagines and keeping up w school so please bear w me

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but you have missed your flight.” The woman said making me sigh, I was supposed to be on a plane to Canada to meet my boyfriend’s family for the first time and just spend time with them, but I missed my flight.

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Inferior Si Problems

Pilot: Thanks for taking this flight with us, we hope to see you again. Have a great day.

Everyone: *Takes personal belongings and prepare to leave the plane*

Me: *Makes sure I have everything and am absolutely ready to leave*

Me: *Reached near the luggage claiming area*

Si: I think you forgot your bag, is it there?

Me: I’m putting it on right now

Si: Check

Me: *pokes and bag* *still skeptical* *squeezes it*

Si: I’m still skeptical but ok.. Did you check if you have your phone?

Me: *opens the bag, it’s right there*

Si: I’m not satisfied, check again.

Me: *opens bag again and checks, nothing new*

Si: It was a hallucination bro check if you have your phone

Me: *checks again* *twitches*

Si: I think you forgot your bag



This happens to me often idk about you guys

The Christmas Spirt

Prompt: “You remind me of the Grinch, you know? Except his heart grows three sizes and you stay and asshole.”

Warnings: swearing, angst, a little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2082 (oops)

A/N: i love christmas so much (maybe a little too much) this is for @nataliarxmanxva ‘s writing challenge

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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. 


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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“I love this part.”

For @tomshollandss who suggested this prompt!

Summary: When you and Tom first meet on an airplane.

“Have a great flight,” the flight attendants greeted you in unison. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled. Shuffling down the aisle, you looked at the rows, and found your seat: aisle seat of a trio. It didn’t look too cramped, but a little too close for comfort. You hoped this flight went well, especially because it was insanely long, LAX to London Heathrow. You and flights didn’t always get along. Usually, you wound up sitting next to a screaming child, spilling your drinks, or being stuck next to the bathroom. Except this time, you were prepared. You had ingested probably one too many sleeping pills in hopes of sleeping this flight away.

Starting to zone out, you got yourself situated: placing your luggage in the proper compartment, clicking your seat belt, resting your head in your big, comfy neck pillow. You noticed people passing by, the pills starting to overtake your consciousness. 

“Hello,” you heard someone say to your left. Groggily, you turned your head, yawned aggressively, and offered a sheepish “Hi, sorry. I’m really tired.” Making it barely through the safety video, you were completely asleep by the time the plane reached the air. 

Waking up several hours later, you were mildly disoriented. Looking around, the lights were still on and many passengers were awake, watching movies or talking to the people around them. In your fit of intense drowsiness, you realized you left your phone in the luggage in the storage bin above. Instead of putting in the effort to get up, you looked to your left to see the man next to you reading a huge manuscript of sorts. 

“Hi,” you gently tapped him on the arm. “Sorry to bother you. But, what time is it?”

“It’s almost noon,” he said, his English accent prominent. “I think they’re going to serve lunch soon.” 

Your stomach growled in response: “Whoa, I was asleep for way too long. I’m sorry if I snored too loudly.”

He laughed, you cocked your head slightly. He looked oddly familiar, but you weren’t too sure if your sleepiness was playing with you.

Deciding watching a movie and enjoying your food was the best option of killing the last couple hours of the flight, you scrolled through the options. You landed on Captain America: Civil War, one of your favorites. Clicking the movie, you could have sworn you saw the guy next to you nod in approval. 

About an hour into the film, “Left Hand Free” flooded your earbuds, QUEENS, sprawled against the New York skyline. Peter Parker came onto your screen, in his high school, awkward glory. You really loved this movie, how it perfectly integrates the characters that will eventually come–

“I love this part,” the man said, interrupting your thoughts. Taking out one earbud and facing him, you said: “I know, me too. I love this mov–” you stopped.

Tom Holland was smiling at you with a stupid grin across his face.

“Oh, wow,” you laughed, realizing who had been sitting next to you this entire time. “No wonder you love this part. Wow, hi, I’m Y/N. I’m embarrassed now… Seriously, I’m truly sorry if I snored.”

Tom laughed, “No, no. Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m Tom, and this is Harrison,” he pointed at his best friend in the seat to his left. Harrison was dead asleep, mouth wide open. “He’s the one that should apologize to me about snoring.”

You paused the movie, now totally awake and intrigued by Tom. Truthfully, you were upset that you spent so many hours sleeping. You two started talking about random topics; he was incredibly easy to talk to, charming to say the least. You barely noticed that the last couple hours of the flight flew by.

When it was announced that the flight would be landing soon, you put on your seat belt and said, “Thank you so much for talking to me. Flights are not usually my friend, and it was nice to not have someone extremely irritating next to me,” you smiled gratefully. 

“I wasn’t annoying? Thank god,” he laughed. “I was trying my best… So, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing in London?” Tom asked.

“Oh, I’m taking some classes here for school. I go to college in the States, where I’m from, which you can probably guess that from my accent. But, I’ve always found London so inviting and I’ve always wanted to go… So here I am!” 

“You’ve never been to London?”

“No, I haven’t. But, I’m very excited.”

“Well, I could show you around. I’ve lived here all my life, and I know where everything is. How about I give you my number?” he suggested.

“Um, okay. Sure, that sounds great,” you smiled, as Tom reached for his phone.

Once landed and off the plane, you walked with Harrison and Tom to luggage claim. When you all found your bags, Tom tapped you on the shoulder: “Hey, we have to go now, it was great talking to you!”

“Okay,” you said, a little upset your time with Tom was over. “Hopefully, I’ll see you again?”

Tom smiled and started to walk away with Harrison: “Yes! I’ll message you.”

5:30 p.m., the clock read. You just arrived back home from your first day of classes. It was a tad overwhelming, but the courses were going to be exciting. Buzz, buzz, your phone vibrated. Pulling it from your pocket, it was a new message from an unknown number.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Tom. Hope you had a good first full day in London! I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?“

“I would love to,” you replied, smiling. You had a good feeling about this. 

Going Back

Solo triplets x fem. reader

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of a suicide attempt.

Summary: The reader visits her old childhood friends, Matt, Kylo, and Ben, after not seeing them for several years for their birthday.

Word count: Almost 11k (10,949 words)

A/n: Lots of fluff and some drama. Instead of breaking it up into parts I tried to write it as one. (lol been working on this for a while now(sorry I’ve been so busy btw, teaching it so tough!!! :( )) I was inspired to write this after listening to ‘Lovesong’ by The Cure. Special thanks to @skellingtonbatz for the help!!


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Originally posted by kyloxdriver

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au’s for when both members of your otp are famous

ways to meet

  • “you’re in a super famous band and everyone on twitter has been tweeting me links of this one interview and i just checked it and almost shit my pants… i’m your celebrity crush?? what??” AU
  • “you were photographed by paparazzi reading the book i wrote” AU (bonus: “… and i feel like such a fangirl/boy but holy crap i based an entire character off of you this is really bad i wonder if you noticed yikes” AU)
  • “our record labels scheduled a writing session for the two of us to work together” AU (bonus: “they don’t know we’ve banged and wow this is awkward hi sorry the last time you saw me was me crying during my fourth orgasm screaming ‘i love you’ over and over wow” AU)
  • “so i’m a really well known director and i’m usually working on movies and stuff but i decided to try my hand at something else so hi, i’m directing your new music video” AU
  • “i’m a pretty well known youtuber and i’m interviewing people on the red carpet at [whatever awards show] and oh my god you’re so hot in person… oh my god did i just say that out loud, into a microphone, to your face, on live television? fuck.” AU
  • “i have a bad image in the press right now because i did a few things i shouldn’t have done so we have to fake date now because you’re ‘america’s sweetheart’ and i swear i’m trying really hard not to but you’re not making it easy to not fall for you” AU
  • “fake dating for publicity” AU
  • “fake dating” in general AU
  • “i’m part of an up and coming band and you’re a huge singer that’s playing sold out stadiums across the world and i think i might be hallucinating right now but did you just ask my band and i to open for you?” AU
  • “i’m a famous photographer and you’re a well-known model and we’re working together on this shoot for [clothing brand] also we’re going on an all-expense paid trip to tahiti” AU
  • “our fans ship us together” AU

while dating

  • “this is our first awards show we’re attending together as a couple and usually these events scare the crap out of me but with you by my side, i don’t think i’ve stopped smiling the whole night” AU (bonus: “the pictures of us on the red carpet are fucking adorable we look so in love oh my god” AU)
  • “i was coming to surprise you on your movie set but some fans recognized me at the airport and put it on social media and you just surprised me in the luggage claim what the hell i was supposed to surprise you” AU
  • “you’re visiting me on set today because you’ve been gone for a few weeks on a promo tour and i’m pretty sure you’re jealous of my costar and it’s actually kind of cute” AU
  • “we’re both singers and we just surprised your fans at your concert when you started playing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and i popped out from the sidestage to sing it with you” AU
  • “i’ve been traveling with you a little bit on tour because my work schedule calmed down a little bit and i just got off the phone with my manager and guess what!! i got nominated for [award]!!!” AU
  • “you wrote a really sappy song about me and all of my costars are laughing at me because i’m crying over it right now” AU

after the breakup

  • “i was really freaking excited because i just landed a huge role but i just found out that we play lovers in it and wow this really sucks because i’m still in love with you” AU
  • “so after we broke up i ended up writing an entire album about you and it got nominated for a grammy and oh my god you’re announcing the category and fucking shit– you just announced my name” AU
  • “literally the only thing i’m ever asked in interviews about anymore is you and it’s getting really annoying because you broke up with me and i still have a bunch of unresolved feelings about that and random people bring it up is not helping me get over you” AU
  • “we’re both up for the same award and the media is having a field day about our ‘feud’ even though we haven’t spoken in months” AU
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 😎

“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.


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.”


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.”

Request: hey, i was wondering if you could do any kind of tom glynn-carney ( peter from dunkirk ) x female reader, because i can find no imagines at all. if you can’t, no worries!

A/N: finally some love for Tommy boy :)


Barry: I’m right outside of the bag claim

You received this message just after you had picked up your luggage from baggage claim. Barry Keoghan was picking you up from the airport and helping you surprise your boyfriend Tom Glynn-Carney.

You had met Barry during one of your visits to see Tom on set. Tom and Barry were extremely close, which made sense since the both of them were pretty much confined to a boat together for 5 months.

Barry and you had hit it off pretty well, he was like an annoying brother who’s job was to drive you bonkers. Even if you often wanted to slap him, you loved having him as a friend.

A month ago Tom had asked you to the Dunkirk premiere, but you ultimately had to tell him no. You were working as an intern with one of the top businesses in England, hoping to rise the ropes and become a board member one day. Because of this, it was near impossible to take a day off.

You knew Tom was really bummed, but at the same time he understood. That didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely gutted, you had really wanted to be there to support him at his first premiere.

Two days ago, your boss had found out about your dilemma. He ended up giving you the day off, knowing how much this meant to you. After thanking him about a million times, you ran out of work while calling Barry.

Barry had agreed to your plan of surprising Tom excitedly. He was planning on picking you up and allowing you to get ready at his hotel room. Since Barry, Tom, Fionn, and Harry were going together in a limo, you’d easily be able to surprise him.

“Y/N! Over here!” Was what you heard once you stepped outside of the airport. You immediately followed the voice, easily spotting Barry through his rolled down window. You quickly walked to the car, throwing your suitcase in the back before hopping in the front seat.

“Thank you so much for doing this Bar.” You told him sincerely, reaching over to hug him tightly.

“Anythin’ for you two. Tom’s gonna be so happy tha you’re here, he was guttered tha you couldn’ come.” Barry told you, pulling out of the spot and heading towards the hotel.

The two of you jammed out to the radio the entire drive, occasionally exchanging stories of things that had happened since you’d last saw one another.

3 hours later and the two of you were ready for the premiere. You were just finishing up your hair when Barry called out to you.

“You ready Y/N?” He called, and you told him yes as you exited the bathroom. “Come on, tha lads are waitin’ outside for us.” Barry spoke, handing you your coat. The two of you made your way down to the lobby, discussing your excitement to see the film.

As you made your way outside, your eyes were instantly drawn to Tom. It had been 2 months since you had seen him, he’d been so busy with the press tour. Seeing him now brought butterflies to your stomach.

“Y/N?!” Tom exclaimed when he noticed you, eyes growing wide. “What? I thought you- how are you here?”

“Do you really think I’d miss your first film premiere?” You questioned, smiling at the pure shock on your boyfriends face. Moments later he had moved towards you, lifting you off your feet and swinging you around.

“I can’t believe it! You’re actually here!” He exclaimed happily, setting you down and kissing you. There was a huge smile on his lips as he kissed you, leading you to smile back. “God I love you.” He whispered breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours once he pulled away.

“You two are so cute. It’s bloody disgusting.” Fionn complained jokingly, snapping the two of you back into the present.

“Oh shut up Fionn, you’re just jealous that you don’t have a date.” Tom joked back, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“He’s got you there mate.” Harry laughed, patting Fionn on the back.

“You’re one to talk!” Suddenly all of the boys were arguing playfully with one another, making you laugh.

“Come on you lot, we still have a premiere to attend.” You finally spoke up after 5 minutes of bickering. You all piled into the limo, sharing stories and jokes the entire ride. By the time you made it to the premiere, you were sure you’d have a permanent smile on your face. These boys were nuts, but you loved them.

Everyone piled out of the limo once you arrived, bracing themselves for the shouting and flashing lights.

“Ready love?” Tom asked, offering his hand as you got out of the limo.

“As long as I’m with you.”

For an hour Tom was swept of to be photographed and interviewed, the smile never leaving his face. Sometimes he would look at you during interviews as if searching for assurance, so you’d just give him an encouraging smile. You were so proud of him, he’d finally started living his dream.

Once everyone started heading in, Tom took your hand and pulled you into his side.

“That was so nerve wracking.” He said, his hands still shaking.

“You did great Tom, don’t worry.” You assured him, leading him into the theatre.

20 minutes later the movie finally started. He held your hand through out the entire film, occasionally glancing over at you as you watched the film intently.

Every time you jumped at gunfire or a loud explosion, he couldn’t help but laugh fondly at you. You would squeeze his hand every time he came on the screen, and practically cried at the final scene of the movie.

“Jesus Christ, that was fantastic.” You said once the credits started rolling, eyes still staring widely at the screen. “Chris just continues to outdo himself.” You spoke of the director, already being a huge fan of his films.

“Hans did such a good job on that score. I had goosebumps for most of the film.” Tom said in awe, planning on buying the soundtrack later.

“I’m so bloody proud of you Tommy.” You told him as you were walking out of the theatre.

“Really? I did okay?” He questioned, still slightly subconscious about his acting.

“Look at me Tom.” You demanded, pulling him to the side so the two of you weren’t in the way. Once he turned to face you, you continued. “You were more than ok, you were brilliant! Not only were you great, but your first ever film was a Christopher Nolan one. Don’t take that for granted Tom, because he is one of the best directors in the business. So obviously I’m not the only one who sees how talented you are, Chris never would have casted you if you weren’t.”

“Thank you Y/N.” Tom whispered, looking much more relaxed. “I needed to hear that.”

“That’s what I’m here for” You joked, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was smiling with his eyes closed.

“Now come on, we’ve got an after party to get to. Do you think Tom Hardy will be there? Blimey, I might pass out if he talks to us.” You said, pulling him back into the crowd of people.

Tom was shaking with laughter, looking at something directly in front of you.

“Love, Tom’s right in front of you.” He chuckled, pointing in said mans direction. Tom Hardy suddenly looked over at the two of you, sending you both smiles.

You immediately began to freak out, all but yelling in Tom’s ear. Your boyfriend continued to laugh, completely used to your antics.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I’m with you.”

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.


“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?”


“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.”


“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.


Waves // Jughead Jones

Okay so another Riverdale one! I tried to post this before and I’m not sure if it worked or not because nobody could see it?? But anyway, here’s a vacation with the Core Four if you wanted one.

Word Count - 2,107

Warnings - None

Characters - Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews

Senior Year. Everyone says it’s the best year of your life. That it’s the easiest one, the time before the real world kicks in. Well, you were treating it as just that. Summer before your last year at Riverdale High was just beginning and you were kicking it off with a blast.

When you were little, you always dreamed of going on vacation with your best friends. Your parents knew this and they promised it would happen. Low and behold, they waited until Senior Year to make your wish come true. You, Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead were destined for Bora Bora, Tahiti. Your parents weren’t scratching for money, that was for sure. You didn’t flaunt it like Cheryl or Veronica but you were filthy rich.

The trip was going to be everything you’ve ever wanted. Your parents wouldn’t be going with you, something that shocked you but you didn’t ask. All of your bags had been packed for days, weeks even, and you couldn’t hold in your excitement to leave.

Currently, Betty was last minute packing. She invited you and Ronnie over to get opinions on her choices and talk. Your flight left at 7:00 that night and it was currently 4:00 in the afternoon. You couldn’t sleep at all last night due to your nerves being through the roof.

“Okay, what about this one?” Betty held up a black one piece with a beaded belt.

Veronica shook her head, “Too conservative.” Betty groaned and tossed the fabric at her before grabbing a different one. It was a pink one piece with a low back and criss-cross straps.

“I like that one,” You spoke up, “It’s cute and totally you. Bora Bora vibes.”

Betty nodded before folding it neatly and tucking it in her almost full suitcase. “Alright. That’s everything except for chargers and devices.” She grabbed a spare backpack and shoved those cords in. Her sunglasses were resting on her head as she pulled her shoes on. Your phone buzzed in your hand as a text came through.

Ready to become the Pineapple Princess Tiki?

You laughed at Jughead’s text before typing out a quick reply.

Only if you’re going to be my fresh fish prince.

Your High School Musical humor never seemed to go away as you referred to the song Sharpay sang. Jughead had been your boyfriend for two years now and the both of you were extremely open with each other. You were like two peas in a pod. Nobody could understand how you two got along so well. It was like magic.

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Starry Skies in Boston (Chris Evans x Reader)

Starry Skies in Boston (Chris Evans x Reader)

Requested: yes

Heeey, can I request a Chris Evans thing? Like, reader (?) Always dreamed of visiting Boston, and Scott is her friend and tells Chris and he takes her, while there she tells him some emotional stuff about her life (like broken heart, mom sick, problems with work) and he says something cute and fluffy things happen between them?

“What do you mean you never been to Boston!” Scott screamed on the phone to his friend. Y/N had to distance herself from her iPhone once his voice got increasingly louder. She chuckled and sipped on her latte that she just got from Starbucks. The streets of Atlanta were busy, as always. She had to maneuver through the crowds with the phone in one hand and her latte in the other, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t do. This was just a daily routine. “I can’t believe you haven’t told my brother, aka your boyfriend by the way.”

“Hey! I have my reasons, plus we’ve only been going out for a couple of months now, its still new to me.” And it was the truth. Y/N wasn’t used to this yet, with everything that was going on, relationships weren’t her main priority, yet Chris was able to get himself in there somehow.

“Yeah sure, you’re just using excuses now. Listen I gotta go, but I’m sure I’ll speak to you later.” Scott ended the call after what he said. She rolled her eyes and locked her phone shoving it into her pocket. She were so close to her apartment and all she wanted to do was relax at this point. Y/N crossed the street and turned right onto her street, with a couple of steps up some stairs she was in the main lobby. She gave a warm smile to the concierge and headed towards the elevator.

Fumbling with the keys Y/N stepped out of the elevator and went to the third door on the right. Unlocking the door she pushed it open and closed it with her foot. She set everything down on the kitchen counter and let out a big sigh of relief once her AC hit her hot skin. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. His scruff could be felt on her shoulder, and then made his way up her neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on set?” Y/N asked as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“We finished a bit early.” He said as he kissed your cheek.

“How did you get into my apartment?” Y/N was curious as she turned around and finally faced her boyfriend.

“If I tell you I would have to kill you.” He joked giving Y/N one of his smirks. “And on a more important note, a little bird told me you’ve never been to Boston.” Ugh freaking Scott. “The fact that you never told me really hurts, my soul is crushing.” He placed his hand over his heart and pouted to make his point.

“Never thought it was important.” Y/N point out poking his shoulder so that he could back up a bit.

“Not important? Are you serious?” Chris looked even more heartbroken with the information he just received. “It’s where I grew up! Your family never went there for vacation or something?”

“No Chris, we don’t have family there so there was no point.” She explained as she went towards the fridge to get lunch ready.

“How about if we go there this weekend? I’m off for a bit, and plus I feel like its the right time for you to meet my family.” Chris said as he leaned against the wall with his hands crossed in front of his chest. When Y/N heard those words come out of his mouth, she felt anxiety fill her body. Meet his family? Wasn’t is too early for that?

“I don’t know Chris, maybe another time?” Y/N asked while fumbling with some pots and pans in the cabinet.

“What happens if I told you I bought us a flight for this weekend already?”

“YOU WHAT!” Y/N screamed and almost dropped the pot she was holding. This could not be happening. Oh my god Chris, why did he do that? She couldn’t leave Atlanta, especially this weekend.

“Surprise?” He smiled.

“You are so lucky that I can’t kill you or else I would have Marvel up my ass about it.” She threatened and rolled her eyes while putting some water in the pot getting ready to make some pasta.

“Well, start packing!” And with that he kissed her forehead and made his way to the living room.

*time skip*

Chris was sleeping happily on the plane ride, but Y/N was miserable. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to meet his family, it’s the fact that she didn’t want to leave hers, especially this weekend. But her brother basically forced her to.  She looked out the window of the airplane and was staring at the clouds that they flew by, the sun was just about to set. She put her Y/H/L Y/H/C locks into a ponytail and nervously tapped on the arm rest, ready for the flight to be over.

“We are beginning our decent to Boston, Massachusetts. Please fasten your seatbelt.” The intercom went off and Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. She nudged her boyfriend a bit and informed him that they were landing.

“Get ready for the best trip Y/N.” Well she was hoping it would be.

The plane landed and they got their luggage from baggage claim and got a taxi to head over to Scott’s place. Boston was beautiful she’ll admit that, they drove by the New England aquarium and the public garden.

They pulled up to a cute little town house that was just outside the city, the location was perfect. They got out of the taxi and Y/N could see Scott coming down the stairs from his home. She sent daggers his way and the little shit smiled back to her.

“Aw look at the cute princess.” Scott joked once he saw her facial expression. Once he was close enough she couldn’t help but punch his bicep. He let out a growl from pain and held his arm where she punched him. “What was that for?”

“For being a piece of shit.” Y/N commented.

“Hey! No fighting children!” Chris said while giving Y/N her bag from the trunk of the car. Chris paid and then everyone went inside. They dropped their bags by the stairs, too lazy to even bring them up. They immediately went to the kitchen so everyone could get drinks and socialize. They caught up on everything that was missed out on, job promotions, family gossip and that sort of stuff.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” Scott commented while looking at Y/N.

“Honestly, same here.” With her response, Chris gave her a worried glance. She’ll have to talk to him later probably. “Well its about 8pm, It’s gonna be a late dinner I hope you guys don’t mind.” Scott looked at his watch.

“Nah it’s fine, I was gonna show Y/N around a bit anyways.” Chris looked at her and sent her a flirtatious wink her way.

Chris and her left the house, they walked side by side, holding hands and talked about anything that came to mind. They have been walking for an hour when Chris dragged her into a small area with a bunch of tree’s.

“Oh God! This is the part where you kill me right?” Y/N asked while putting on a serious face to make the joke seem real.

“Haha very funny.” He pulled her in closer while wrapping his hands around her waist, resting his forehead against hers. The moment was perfect. “I wanted to show you something actually.” He confessed. She gave him a questioning glance and then he proceeded to lead her up a hill. They stopped and looked up, the view was breath taking. The skies were filled with constellations, it felt peaceful almost while looking at them. Chris changed his gaze to Y/N. He couldn’t help but love her reaction to the stars, he knew that this spot would be something special for the both of them. She seemed stressed free for the first time since they’d met. He nudged her side and she changed her gaze to him he offered to lie down on the grass so they could relax and enjoy the moment.

“And then that right there, thats Delphius.” Y/N pointed to the sky showing Chris where the constellation was.

“How the hell do you know all of this?” He asked while looking at her.

“My mom taught me everything about the stars, basically anything having to do with space and crap.” Y/N explained while taking a deep breath.

“You never really mention your mom.” Chris pointed out. Well shit.

“Guess it never really popped up into our conversations.” Y/N said hoping that Chris would move to another topic.

“So tell me about her. I want to get to know you better.” Chris confessed.

“There’s nothing really to know.” Hopefully blunt comments will shut him up.

“What do you mean? Whats wrong?” Chris seemed worried now.

“Everything.” She whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear it.

“Talk to me.” Chris got up onto his elbows and looked directly at her.

“Thank you for taking me to Boston.” She said trying to change the topic once again.

“You’re just avoiding me now.”

“It’s just harder than this Chris, you don’t understand.” Y/N got up now resting her head in her hands.

“Then help me.”

“Help you? I don’t even fully understand it! How can someone just wake up one day and not know anything? How can they forget the past 62 years of their lives? Its just not fair.” By the time she was done she was sobbing. Chris immediately hugged her and kept her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back giving her some words of encouragement. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as well.

“Was that why you didn’t want to come this weekend? To see your mom?” He asked. All he got was a simple nod. “Hey hey hey, look at me okay. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll help you get through this, I’ll make sure to stay in Atlanta longer than usual, we can visit everyday if you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to take some of the pain away.” He stated, meaning every word of it as well. Once he was done, Y/N couldn’t help but shed more tears.

“God how did I find you?” She asked while leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. He smiled and leaned in as well. They stared at each other, just taking in the environment that surrounded them. They both leaned in and shared a sweet kiss.

God was Y/N happy that she came to Boston now.

Hi! Sorry it took a while but I’m up at my families cottage so I was out for like two days! I will be posting part 3 to Unexpected (Steve Rogers x Reader) once part 2 hits 50 likes :)

Thank you 

lana--22  asked:

wELL THEN how about Chase x Reader where the reader figures out about what's going on with Stacey and the kids and gets upset with the way Chase is being treated? (Platonic or not, up to you!!!)

hOoOoO bOY hOw’s AbOuT sOmE aNgSt

I never liked Gatwick Airport. Too bright. Too busy. But it was closest to Brighton; and therefore closest to my best friend, Chase Brody.

The little snot moved here from Ireland about a year ago, and I haven’t been able to see him since.

Until one night when he said he really needed me to come. We were Skyping, and in the midst of his usually happy demeanor, he became really sad. When I asked him what was wrong, he just said, “Can you please just come visit me? I just…I really need you right now.”

I stammered. “Y-yeah, sure! I’m off for the weekend, pick me up from Gatwick on Thursday night?”

He nodded, and faced away from the camera for a moment.


“I will. Thanks, Y/n.”

Call Ended.


I heaved my luggage from the claim, and headed towards the exit. 

There he was, in his trademark snapback, holding up a sign that said, “Biggest Dork Ever” on it. Once he spotted me, though, the sign dropped to one side. He ran to me, making me drop everything and enveloping me in a giant bear hug. “I can’t believe it. You’re here. You actually came.”

His strong arms held me close, pressing our bodies together. I hugged him back, although a little confused. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

I could feel his smile on my shoulder. “Thank you.” He muttered, ignoring my question. 

Chase released me and picked up my bags. Smiling, he nodded his head toward the exit and I followed him out to a shiny black Ford F-150. “Dang, Chase, you got a truck? I always imagined you as a Prius kinda guy,” I teased.

He laughed. “That’s precious, but no. I’ve always wanted a truck. Hop in, and I’ll put your bags in the back.”

I obeyed, and headed to the passenger side. I heard thumps of varying volume and footsteps approaching. Chase grabbed my door handle and opened it. “M'lady,” he said in a deep voice. 

I giggled and got in.

On our way to Brighton, Chase didn’t talk much. He asked me what life was like without him, and how I ever got by. I responded with a quick arm slug. He let me talk, though, and I told him all that had happened to me in the past year. I’d gotten a new job, finally moved out of the flat I’d shared with two other girls, and moved into my own apartment.

Not everything was hunky-dory, though. My boyfriend, Aidan, had hit me after a huge fight we’d had, and I’d left him. “And I’ve been single since.” I finished.

Chase’s hands tightened on the wheel and his eyebrows furrowed. “I hated that son of a bitch anyway. He didn’t deserve you.”

Well, that came out of nowhere. “Chase, you barely knew him. You didn’t have much time for me when you were planning on leaving Athlone. You had to move to Brighton for your job. I’m over it, promise.”

His vise grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly, but he was far from relaxed. “I just hate it…when people you thought you loved and trusted…just rip your heart out…” He almost whispered he last part as we drove into Brighton.

“What do you mean? Did something happen?” I asked, suddenly worried.

Chase’s eyes widened. “No! No, everything’s fine, I’m just trying to relate to you a bit.”

I wasn’t convinced. “Chase, dude, what’s wrong? Why did you need me to come?”

“We’ll be at my flat in a minute. I’ll tell you everything there,” His voice wavered, and I could tell he was holding back tears. He’s not very good at it. I saw one slip down his cheek, and, lightning fast, he swiped it away. “Sorry, I’m just…really glad you’re here.”

I dropped it for the moment, and decided to admire the twinkling lights of Brighton at night. The seemingly starless sky gave way to millions of different colors and sizes of lights. I liked it. I’d always wanted to move to a bigger city. Athlone wasn’t a small town by no means, but it had nothing on Brighton.

A short and quiet while later, we pulled up to a small, eggshell white complex. Chase didn’t say anything, he just smiled at me, got out, and went to the back of the truck. I opened my door and let my feet gently touch the pavement. “This is nice,” I commented.

Chase smiled again, hoisting my bags from the bed. “Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s enough.”

I nodded and got my things from inside the truck. Chase caught up to me and I motioned for him to lead the way.

After a couple of flights of stairs, Chase fished keys from his pocket and unlocked a door near the stairwell. 

The apartment was immaculate. I stepped in, took my shoes off and padded across the soft carpet leading into a small living space. “Wow, Stacy must’ve cleaned, haha.” I joked, looking at him in the doorway.

He froze for a moment. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “She likes the place.“ 

I could see why. The apartment may have been small, but the natural light coming from a giant bay window and sparse furniture more than made up for it.

"So where is she?" 

Chase stopped in the entrance to the living room. "Who?”

I rolled my eyes. “Y'know, Stacy, your WIFE. And where’s Mariah and Cody?”

Of all the things that I could’ve expected from him at the moment, laughing, an explanation, et cetera, literally falling by to his knees and crying wasn’t one of them. “Chase!”

I rushed over to him. He held his head in his hands, elbows resting on blue flamingo shorts and fingers pushing his snapback up. He was crying, hard. “She-she-oh, god fuck, Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

I wedged my hands between his hands and his face and pushed them away, grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look at me. “Chase, what’s the real reason why I’m here?”

His terrified sky blue eyes searched my face for any sort of ill intent, and found none. “Stacy left me.”

That bitch. That fucking bitch. “I’m gonna fucking kill her.” I said, releasing his face and storming to the door to grab the keys.

Chase grabbed my forearm. “Y/n, please, don’t. It’s gonna be hard enough to fight for my kids.”

My hand clenched the keys so hard they left imprints when I threw them back onto the table by the door. “How could she do this?! Chase, why didn’t you just tell me over Skype the other night?” I asked angrily, but not at him.

His eyes widened in fear. He probably thought I was mad at him. “I just didn’t want you to worry all week. I’m sorry.”

 "Take your shoes off.“ I demanded.


 "Take your damn shoes off, Chase.“

He stilled for a moment, then did as I asked. I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch. I sat down and opened my arms. "Come on." 

A confused and flustered look passed over his face as he realized what I meant.

"Stop being weird and sit down.”

Slowly but surely, he eased himself into my lap, draping his legs over mine and resting his head on my shoulder.

“Now cry.”

He looked up at me, our faces inches apart. “What?”

“You’re keeping that emotion pent up. Cry, dammit. I’m not gonna judge.” I said.

He stared into my eyes and I saw his well up with tears. His head returned to my shoulder as he began to let out racking, heartbreaking sobs. One arm went behind my back and around my waist, the other wrapped around my neck.

He cried for quite a while, soaking the right shoulder of my shirt with tears. I didn’t give a shit. I just held him there.

Holding him in my arms, I began to notice how small his frame was. He just seemed so fragile, so breakable.

I couldn’t believe she’d done this to him. He loved his kids to death, would die before he let anything happen to them. She’d taken the best things in his life away,  and now he was broken. I hope I’d never see her again, because if I did, Chase would never see his kids again. I desperately wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but I needed to cool down before I dealt with her. 

That would take a long fucking time.

Chase’s cries turned to sniffles, and he raised his head again. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked more pale than usual, if that were possible. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

I hugged him tightly. “You have absolutely fucking nothing to be sorry for. I’m going to absolutely kill Stacy." 

He shook his head. "I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you in the middle of all of this. I didn’t want you to suddenly pause your life because I’m having a crisis.”

I grabbed his face with both of my hands. “Chase, I’m your best friend. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Suddenly, he grasped me, hard. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s just, I haven’t held someone in so long.”

“When did she leave you?”

“About four months ago." 

Four months?! "Chase!”

“I know, I know, but it wasn’t really final until about two weeks ago. That’s when I finally started to break down.”

I shook my head. “You’re insane.”

He chuckled. “I know.”

I leaned back a bit and he raised his head. “You know I love you, right?”

He nodded. “I love you, too,” he said, but sounded unsure of himself.

I looked at him with mock suspicion. “That didn’t sound very convincing, Chase." 

"I-I mean I love you, but not in the way you love me.”  

My heart stopped. “What-what are you saying?”

Chase looked down. “I mean, I love you, but I mean that I want to be with you every second of my life. I want to hold you, I want you to help me, I want nothing more than to just be with you. I want to wake up next to you, I want to make breakfast for you, I want to show you off to the world because you’re so beautiful and I need you so much that I can’t help myself.” He finished his little monologue and got off of my lap and turned away from me. “I understand if you want to leave. I’ll drive you back to Gatwick if you need it.”

I stood up, already missing his warmth. “Chase, look at me.”

He did. He looked so afraid, like he’d just fucked everything up. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, brought him close, and placed my lips on his.

He froze, then tentatively put his hands just above my hips. He kissed me back, desperately, like I was the buoy he needed in his rough waters.

Right then, I knew where I belonged. I belonged here, with my best friend turned lover, the absolute happiest I’d ever been. Fuck Athlone. I was never leaving him again. 

B.O.Y [Because of You] (Ch.1)

Mood board created by Jey @jeylovestoblog

❆ Pairing(s): BTS X OC | GOT7 X OC | B.A.P X OC | Kang Daniel x OC 

Spotlight Couple(s): Kim Seokjin x OC

(there will be other couples/flings in the story but not official)

❆ Genre(s):  COLLEGE AU, ROOMMATE AU, Romance, Friendship, Fluff, Comedy, & Slight-Angst
❆ Words: 6,019
❆ Song(s) That Inspired Me: Give Your Heart a Break | Starlight Moonlight | Shy Boy 
POV: 3rd Person

Summary: Months have passed since the whole shit storm that went down between the couples. Tensions were at an all time high, and certain events happened that lead to four people holding a tiny grudge against one another. People were left heartbroken, however, one thing was certain, and it was that majority of the bonds that were made were strengthened. Now, it was time for a brand new school year, which meant that it was time for a bit of normality, right? HA! You’re reading the wrong story, if that’s what you were expecting. When it came down to the people of this special house, there was no such thing as “normal”.

❆ Next Time: ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8 | ch.9 | ch.10 | ch.11 | ch. 12 | ch.13 | ch.14 | ch.15

Filler Episodes: special ch.1 | special ch.2 | special ch.3 | special ch.4 | special ch.4.5 | special ch.5 | special ch.5.5 | special ch.6 | special ch.6.5 | special ch.7 | special ch.8 | special drabble

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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.

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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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…


    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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